#andy barber and muffin

[ramp-it-up]

If The Fates Allow

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

Word Count: 3.4 K

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

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

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

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

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

Andy was shook. 

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

You were bitter.

You were in full on savage mode. 

And Andrew Barber was the cause.

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

“Look at him. He ain’t shit.”

Steph side eyed you.

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

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

“Yessssss. Girl what is up?” 

Stephanie was worried now.

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

“What?”

Steph didn’t hear you.

“Nothing.”

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

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

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

“What are you up to, Muffin?”

You grinned at your boyfriend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But, Drew…”

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

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

“But…”

“Just a little while longer…” 

You whined. 

“Shhhh, Muffin.” 

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

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

You laughed into your glass.

“Just a little while longer.”

Stephanie gave you the gas face as she got up. 

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

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

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

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

And the last time he said no.

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

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

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

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

The bartender delivered two waters to Stephanie.  

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

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

This fucking guy.

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

Andy glanced where Neal was looking. Your table.

“Stephanie’s pretty cute.”

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

“No. I mean, Y/N.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Andy’s head was about to explode. 

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

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

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

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

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

Andy was wary of going public with you.

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

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

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

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

An idiot who let you get away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, look at that, Y/N.”

Andy held it out to you, smirking.

“Is that mistletoe?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Andy tossed the mistletoe on the bar.

“If you say so.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Drew…”

“Holy shit! Andrew is Drew!”

Stephanie was shocked.

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

“Will you come talk?”

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

You sat outside Andy’s new condo and argued. 

With Andy. 

And with yourself.

Every time he tried to apologize, you rejected it. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not sucking your dick, Drew.”

Andy put his hands up in defense and laughed.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Then he looked up in the air.

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

You cleared your throat. 

“Do we need to talk in the car?”

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

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

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

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

You rolled your eyes. 

“Fine, let’s go up.”

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

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

Not at all.

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

“Nice place.”

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

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

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

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

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

Andy was pressed.

“D’you want something to eat?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Andy scooted closer to you.

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

“Don’t cross examine me, Mr. Barber.”

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

“Can I just ask one question?”

You knew it was dangerous, but you assented anyway.

“Do I still have your heart?”

Damn. That was such a sweet fucking question.

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

Andy moved closer.

“Where is your heart, Muffin?”

Your eyes half lidded at the nick name.

“I hate you, Drew.”

Andy moved even closer, and was reaching for you.

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

You closed your eyes. 

“Let me tell you where my heart is.”

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

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

Andy looked at you and then shook his head. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, Drew.” 

You drew in a shuddering breath.

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

Andy chuckled, heart light at your admission.

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

You looked around. 

“You definitely need it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmmmm. Big talk, Andrew.”

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

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

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

“No. You’ve just got to prove it.”

“Deal.”

“Right now I’m going to prove what I said about the orgasms. I’ve been dreaming about sucking the shit out of your clit and eating you out until you squirt.”

“Fuck, Drew….” 

Your whine told him all he needed to know. His hands moved up to the apex of your thighs and you squirmed slightly away from him.

“Where are you going? I told you, don’t run from me again. C’mere.”

He beckoned to you with his finger.

“Bring that ass here.”

You bit your own finger and smiled. Daddy Drew was back. You scooted down so that your ass was in his hands. He felt you up with his fingers.

“Oh shit, Muffin,” He felt the thong in your ass.

Then he looked down as you lifted your skirt the rest of the way so he could see your gold covered cunt. 

“For me?” 

You giggled and nodded.

“You shouldn’t have.”

Andy reached down and pulled your thong to the side, staring at you for the longest.

“A sight for sore eyes.”

Andy was actually whispering to your pussy as he started rubbing it with one thumb on top of you and the other coming in from the bottom to play in your wet, soppy hole. You started moving your pelvis.

“Ah. You’re desperate are you? You given what is mine away to anyone eles while we were apart?”

“No, Daddy. Have you?”

Andy didn’t hesitate.

“You own me baby girl,” said Andy as he lowered his mouth to lick up your slit.

“You always will.”

Andy rotated his palm and held you open with the other hand as you watched him eat you out. He fulfilled his dream of sucking your clit until you saw stars, and crooked his fingers just right to get you to squirt, as only he could.

Andy basked in it, then took off his wet shirt and the rest of his clothes before he divested you of your dress. You were limp, trying to recover from his ministrations as he picked you up, threw you over his shoulder and took you upstairs.

“Next stop on the tour is my bedroom, and my bed that I bought with you in mind. And the mostly empty walk in closet, because I know your clothes will take up more space than mine.”

You giggled as you were deposited on a king sized bed with the softest duvet ever. Your eyes widened and so did your legs as Andy pumped his massive dick. How you’d missed it.

“And no condoms allowed in this house. You’re gonna take this cum until it’s dripping out of your pores, by god.”

You opened your legs even wider as he descended toward you, three fingers already inside you to stretch you out.

“Yes, Daddy Drew…”

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The Lonely Hearts Club: Part Two

Summary: Full Story! Breaking up with Andrew Barber is hard to do. You of all people should know, considering you just tried. Now what? Read Part One.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Angst, Discussions of Break-ups, Fun with Exes, Jealousy, Andy Being a Menace, Confident Reader, Eventual Smut, Cursing, Expect Additional Future Warnings, Minors DNI

A/N: Dedicated to @atkissoflife, @that-one-anxious-mango, and @piscesmermaidprincess. This multi-part fic features a combination of requests from the likes of @writer84, @lexivass, @moejdaw, and several others. It is also, part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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February 15th - 12:25am - Los Angeles, CA

Wow. Just...wow.

You stare down at your phone as you wait for the bartender to bring you your check. While you had initially been prepared for Andy to be upset over your note, as well as your pretty abrupt departure, you certainly hadn't expected this.

If anything, he seemed almost...unbothered. By all of it. Granted, it was sometimes hard to gauge a person's tone via text. But you'd also been in a relationship with the man for the better part of six freaking months! At this point, one could argue that you were practically fluent in Andrew Barber and all of his fucking moods.

The guy was up to something, without a doubt. Which meant that you were now officially on high alert. Because your man - your ex - had never been the type to play fair.

Especially where you were concerned. You should've known that it was gonna take a hell of a lot more than a handwritten letter and a box of artisanal muffins to knock some sense into his stubborn ass.

"Argh! You are such a fucking ogre, Andrew!" You groan, burying your face in your hands. "Why can't you ever make things easy?"

The next time you look up it's to see the bartender returning with your credit card. She goes to hand it over, only for you to interrupt her mid-sentence.

What was her name again? You could've sworn it started with a "D".

"Sorry, I know I said I was ready to close out. But since men are stupid, I think I'm gonna need another margarita. Quite possibly two."

Delta gives you a sympathetic nod before pocketing your card once more. "You got it, sweetie. Still want sugar instead of salt?"

"Yes, please." You mumble, reminding yourself that it was okay to feel annoyed. Because you were. This was supposed to be your time, damn it. You deserved to take some space for yourself!

Even if it meant sitting alone at a hotel bar, missing the one person you loved more than anything, the day after motherfucking Valentine's Day. Cheers, bitches.

___

Two Weeks Later – Somewhere in Downtown Boston

Andrew Barber stares blankly at his computer screen, mindlessly tapping his index finger against his temple as a fresh wave of anger courses through his veins. 

He’d been so good the last two weeks. So patient and understanding. He’d given you your space, just like you’d asked. Never intruding with the exception of the text he shot off that night.

Even when he’d come across your latest Instagram post from a few days ago showing off your apparent date with another man. Some pretentious looking fucker who went by Russell Cromwell. You two had looked real cozy while sharing a plate full of Birria tacos. And then you’d posed outside of the restaurant with your arms wrapped around his waist. 

But the real kicker had been the last photo in the carousel. The one where you’d kissed him on the cheek – when you’d done the “knee thing” that actresses used to do in those old black and white movies you loved to watch so much.

Oh yeah. The two of you would be having a discussion about that one real soon. His wayward Baby Girl could count on that shit. 

Honestly, you had no idea how hard falling back had been for him. It had been a real struggle. Because at his core, Andrew Barber was a man of action. He was well-known for his cunning and mental prowess. This was a man who had graduated at the top of his class, who had then gone on to become the youngest District Attorney in the city of Boston’s history. 

And in times of crisis, he was someone you could count on to remain calm and collected while you worked towards a solution. Nothing could shake him, save for the trial and media circus that had briefly surrounded his late son. 

After that particular tragedy, Andy had resigned himself to being alone. Forever. He often tried to convince himself that he preferred it that way. Andrew Barber didn’t do love. Not after what happened with his ex-wife, Laurie. He was better off living a life of no commitment. 

Even if it meant a lot of lonely nights filled with a seemingly endless revolving door of meaningless one-night stands. 

And then he’d met you. 

Yes, you.

The woman who had somehow, against all odds, brought magic back into his life. Your laugh, your smile, your very presence – it colored his whole goddamn world. He told you that all of the time, and yet it was almost as if you didn’t believe him.

At first, he was convinced that you were too good to be true. Although he’d been quickly dispelled of that notion when you’d had the balls to walk out on him during your very first date. It’s quite possible that he’d fallen for you right then – because you were the type of woman who knew her worth.

By then, Andy had become convinced that you were a gift from the universe. The way he saw it, after everything he’d been through, he was owed you. You were the woman of his dreams – his very salvation – all wrapped up in a curvy little package. And when you ran that night, it called to the primal part of him that felt compelled to give chase. 

Just like now.

But what you had yet to understand was that, once a man like Andrew Barber had deemed you his forever, there was no going back. There was no letting you go. No means of escape.

At most, he’d been granted you a temporary reprieve. You both needed time to assess the situation, survey the damage, and then calculate your next move. 

And sweetness, you’d already played your hand when you’d left that little note skipped town under the pretense of taking a fucking business trip.

Fine. Now it was on him. And while you still held most of the cards, that certainly didn’t mean that Andrew Barber was walking around without an ace or two in his back pocket. And you had better believe that he was more than ready to play his own. 

But first…he needed some fucking coffee. And lucky for him, he knew just where he could find the perfect cup – shot of chocolate, dash of cinnamon, hold the whip. 

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Forty Minutes Later – Monarch Media Group (20 Minutes Outside Downtown Boston)

You lean back in your chair and rub your tired eyes. For the life of you, you simply couldn’t seem to focus today. Or any other day for the matter.

Even though it had been almost a week since you’d returned from your trip to L.A., you still felt just as conflicted about things with Andrew Barber as you did before you’d left. And not only that, but you also found yourself feeling on edge about the entire situation.

Because after your brief text exchange the morning of February 15th, he’d left you alone. The most impatient man you’d ever encountered this side of Boston had actually found it within himself to respect your wishes. 

No calls. No texts. No emails. Not even so much as a fucking smoke signal.

And while part of you was pleased with that particular development, there was no denying the fact that you missed your Big Man. 

You could be woman enough to admit it. You missed the hell out the handsome, grumpy-faced district attorney who, up until recently, had been a major mainstay in your life. But after some serious soul searching and a generous amount of tequila, you’d come to the conclusion that it was important for you to get your mind right before moving forward with anything.

You owed it to yourself to figure out who you were outside of your relationship with Andy – needed it even. Because that man was a force to be reckoned with. He could be so dominant sometimes, his personality so completely all-consuming that it was easy to lose yourself in him. 

To allow yourself to become so entirely eclipsed by his brilliant shadow. Which is something that could absolutely happen the moment you stopped paying attention to your own wants, and needs, and desires.

And if that ever were to happen, part of you wondered whether or not you would be able to find your way back. Honestly, you had no idea.

Because after all of this, if you chose to be with him…it would mean that you were all-in. There was no other option with him.

That beautifully stubborn man didn’t have a lower setting.   

However, the last thing you’d ever expected was for Mr. Andrew “My Way or the Highway” Barber to go quietly into that good night. Well, suppose you shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Because if anything he could very well be planning–

Your inner musings are interrupted by Anya, your favorite receptionist at Monarch Media Group. Granted, she was also the only receptionist at the company you’d worked for over the last several years, but that was neither here nor there.

Anya gives you a knowing look before taking a seat on the edge of your desk. “Hi, friend.” She lightly pokes your shoulder. “How ya doin?”

“I’m okay.” You blow out a breath and then decide to exit out of your Outlook. “What’s up?”

“Oh…nothing much.” You watch as your friend and coworker helps herself to a piece of chocolate sitting in a nearby dish. 

“Okay.”

“I just stopped by to tell you that your coffee has arrived.” She dutifully unwraps it before popping it in her mouth.

“What?”

You hadn’t ordered any coffee. You didn’t usually even drink the stuff this late in the day. Unless…

“Yep. And just so happens, it was hand-delivered by the handsomest door-dasher I ever did see.” Anya pokes your shoulder again. “I would’ve accepted it on your behalf, but the guy insists on giving it to you himself. Probably angling for a tip if you ask me.” She throws you a conspiratorial wink for good measure.

Speak of the devil. Hello, Mr. Andrew “Check Out My Shit Timing” Barber.

“Ugh.” You bury your head in your hands to muffle your cry of frustration. “Can you please just tell him I’m not here?”

“I’m afraid I already let that cat out of the bag. But by the look on your face and the way you’re rocking back and forth like a human pinball, I take it I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No!” 

“Did you and Andy like…break up…or something?” Anya pauses as she reaches for another piece of candy, her hand hovering in mid-air.

No, Anya. I always feel like jumping out the nearest window. I’m fucking squirrley like that.

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” You wail. “It’s just…it’s just really fucking complicated, okay?” 

“Gotcha. So…about the coffee…” 

“I’m going. I’m going.” You stand up in a huff, wishing you knew where you put the ponytail holder that had been on your wrist just this morning. “But if he pisses me off, I’m dumping that shit on his shoes. Hot or not. I do not care.”

“Okay, but if it comes to that can you please try to do it off company property? I’m all for you handling your business, but I’m also thinking about all the paperwork I’m gonna have to do if you accidentally injure one of the city’s hottest attorneys.”

“Fuck you.” You grumble as you stalk towards the front of the office to confront the annoying asshole who also happened to be the love of your life. 

“What can I say? I’m a selfish bitch.” She chirps, blowing you a kiss.

“Your words not mine. And stay the hell out of my chocolate, you mooch!” You call out as you turn the corner, fully intending to give the Boston D.A. a piece of your mind before you politely, and very firmly, shoved him out the door. 

Because if that man thought that he could just waltz right into your place of business and act like he owned everything and everyone, then he was sorely mistaken. You were going to prove to him, and whoever the hell’s job it was to oversee this whole godforsaken cosmos, that you knew how to stand your ground.  

The sight of him standing right there in the lobby is easily enough to temporarily rob you of all reasonable thought. His back is to you, giving you the brief opportunity to give him a thorough once-over. His tailored white dress shirt is rolled up at the sleeves, exposing his brawny forearms. But what really draws your attention are his slate gray slacks, which only serves to highlight his perfectly sculpted backside. 

He looked good. Nobody deserved to look that damned good, least of all your ex-boyfriend. 

Wait. Is that – is that what he was now? Is…is that how all of this worked? Fuck! 

You note the lack of tension in his broad shoulders. All things considered, he seemed pretty relaxed. But the real question was…how long could it be expected to last?

Andy picks that moment to turn around, his bright blue eyes locking with your own as an eager grin slowly spreads its way across his handsome features. You take a steadying breath and choose to ignore it. 

“Andrew.” You exhale, trying your best to appear unaffected by his presence. It was a lie, of course. But if you managed to keep this unexpected interaction short and sweet, you just might be able to pull it off. “Wh–what are you doing here?”

“Hi.” He cocks his head to the side as he drinks you in, almost as if he’s amused by your disgruntled demeanor.

“Hello.” You cross your arms over your chest, wishing that you had chosen to wear a different sweater today. Andy loved you in this color, especially because of how it paired with your particular skin tone. 

“Happy Wednesday, baby.” 

God, he really needed to lose that stupid smile. Otherwise, how on earth were you supposed to maintain your composure? 

“Sure.”

“Brought you something.” Andy holds out one of the cups of coffee he’s carrying. “Figured you might be able to use a little pick-me-up.” 

“Thanks, but I’m good.” You tell him with a shake of your head. 

“What? Since when?” He rears back before offering up a playful pout. “We always get coffee together on Wednesdays. It’s our thing…our little afternoon delight.” This time you’re treated to a wink.

“Shh!” You hiss, bridging the distance between your bodies to slap a hand across his mouth. “Don’t say that!” 

The last thing you needed was someone to overhear that and think you two used to sneak away sometimes in the afternoon to…to well…you know. Some of the people you worked with possessed very vivid imaginations.

And besides, that whole afternoon delight business had only happened once or twice. Okay, quite possibly four and a half times – and then one more after that. 

Amusement sparkles in his gaze as he stares you down. And then you feel the faint flick of his tongue brush across your palm. When you don’t react he does it again, this time following it up with an exaggerated groan. 

You immediately jerk your hand away as if you’ve just been burned. Knowing that things were only bound to get worse, you snatch one of the coffees before grabbing his arm and dragging him outside and into the unseasonably warm weather. 

Thank goodness for small favors.

The smell of spring was definitely in the air these days, but all you can focus on is the sound of Andy’s laughter trailing behind you. Frankly, it’s enough to set your teeth on edge. Even still, he allows you to lead him down the street. At some point there’s a slight shift that results in your relinquishing his arm so that he can lace his fingers through yours.   

But you'll allow it if it means that he’ll behave for as long as it takes to make it to your destination. Which just so happens to be an empty bench located at the edge of a nearby park.

To his credit, the attractive buttface at your side doesn’t say anything during your impromptu power walk, but he also doesn’t need to. Because after two long weeks without you, the man was probably venturing into serious touch-starved territory. 

You knew it. And so did he. So part of you didn’t see the harm in giving him this one, small thing.  

Relief fills you when you finally reach the bench. Of course Andy sits first before pulling you down with him – but thankfully not onto his lap. Although you’re positive that the thought was there.

Eventually he lets go of your hand. Unsure of what else to do, you finally take a sip of your coffee. The rich, slightly bitter flavor of chocolate and mocha bursts onto your tongue, followed immediately by a quick hint of cinnamon.

Mm. A perfect cup.

“I’ve missed you, baby girl.” Andy’s large, lightly calloused hand cups your face – the roughened pad of his thumb caressing the curve of your cheek. “It hasn’t been a very fun couple of weeks.”

“I know.” You whisper as you lean into his touch and your eyes flutter closed. Perhaps you were just as starved for affection as he was. “I’m sorry.”

“Did you miss me?” His tone is gruff, but there’s no mistaking the emotion behind his words. Or the pain in his eyes for that matter. 

“I did, Andy.” So much.

“But you still left. Tried to break up with me before hopping on a plane and running off all the way to L.A. to share some chips and queso with good ol’ Rusty.” Your eyes fly open as Andy’s hand drops away. “Or did I read that wrong?” 

How the fuck had he known where you where? You hadn’t included anything about your intended destination in your letter…

“I saw it on your Instagram, in case you were wondering. Was actually able to use that stupid account you set up for me after all.” His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he narrows his gaze, trying to read your expression. “Couldn’t really get much else, although I enjoyed those pics of you at the beach.”

“It was a work trip.” You remind him, suddenly feeling defensive. “And Russell is an old friend, nothing more.”

“Hm.” Andy quirks an annoyed brow. “Are we talking about the kind of friend who also  accompanies you to the beach so you can show off your brand new bikini? Not that I’m complaining any about that gorgeous, sunkissed glow you’ve got going on, princess.” 

His big body is certainly tense, but there’s no ignoring the feral gleam in his eyes. Almost as if he’s dying to undress you and spend the next several hours checking you for tan lines. 

And he would, too. It’s not like it would be the first time. 

“I went alone. Russell stayed behind for that one.” You roll your eyes at the sight of his nostrils flaring. “Jesus Christ, dude! I know you may not believe that I’m a big girl, but I am. And if I wanna go hang out at the beach by myself, then that’s exactly what I’m gonna do!”

Which was exactly what the fuck you’d done. And it had been positively marvelous. 

“Fine.” He grunts, raising his palm towards the heavens. “God forgive me for having the sense to worry about my girl, especially since the last time I checked, she still couldn’t swim for shit.”

“Whatever, Andrew. This girl does whatever the hell she wants now, so you had better get used to it.” Your mouth is set in a thin, firm line while you silently dare him to disagree.

“I’m not quite sure how that’s different from any other day with you, but alright.” Andy tries to calm himself by playing with a stray curl that’s fallen free from your bun. “You’re still mine, sweetness. Even when you insist on being a brat. Or did you somehow forget that part?”

You swat at his hand instead of responding, hating that steady feeling of warmth that was currently pooling in your belly. 

“Did you?”

You make a show of ignoring him in favor of enjoying what was left of your coffee.

“You know, they say that sometimes silence speaks louder than words, baby girl.” You find yourself resisting the urge to clench your thighs together at the sound of the dark chuckle that rumbles through his chest. “It’s alright, though. Guess I’ll just have to remind you again once we get past this little wall you’re trying to put up between us.”

He gifts you with a flash of his pearly white teeth. Andrew Barber was the type of man who would only let you get away with so much before he put his foot down. And you would do well to remember that. 

“Pretty sure you meant to say “actions”, jackass.” Apparently he finds your acerbic wit funny as well.

“Eh, I’ve heard it both ways.” Andy shrugs before going back to toying with your curls. “But I think you should know that I’m not very happy with you, baby. And I’m trying to be patient here, but it’s kinda difficult when I can’t even get you to talk to me.”

“I was going to call you…” That wasn’t a lie. You had just been trying to drum up the mental fortitude you knew it would take to pick up the phone and actually dial his number. Sometimes, dealing with Andrew Barber could require some serious patience. 

“Were you now?” He doesn’t believe you. You can hear it in his voice.

“I was.”

“Okay, then have dinner with me tonight.” He releases your curl, watching the way it bounces as it springs free.

“Andy.” You let out an exhausted sigh.

“Meet me at my place. I’ll swing by Imperial Wok and pick up a few of your favorites so we can eat. And then we can talk in a quiet, private setting without any interruptions. How does that sound, princess?”

“Wonderful.” The word slips out before you can catch it. “But I–I can’t.”

Andrew Barber’s excited smile dies on his lips the moment that phrase reaches his ears and registers in his brain. As much as you hated to admit it, being alone with this man wasn’t a very good idea right now – especially behind closed doors.

Because while you’d never seen the man in court, you’d definitely heard plenty of stories about his ruthlessness. And you knew firsthand just how persistent he could be when he was determined to get his way. 

When Andy wanted something, he didn’t stop until he got it. Not only was he relentless, but he also wasn’t above using every tool at his disposal – including sex – if it meant having you back in his life. It wouldn’t matter all that much to him how it came about.

The same way he wouldn’t care if whether or not your desired reconciliation only happened because he’d lured you into his bed before fucking you back into submission. 

“The fu–why the hell not?” He growls, his hand grips the arm of the wooden bench so hard his knuckles go white.

“Because I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?” The pronounced tick in his jaw makes it clear that he’s beyond frustrated by your refusal. 

Unfortunately, that was too damned bad! By the time this was all said and done, your handsome ogre was going to have mastered the art of having some goddamned patience. At least you hoped that would be the case…

“Both.” You offer your Big Man a small apologetic smile as you rise from your seat. “Let’s plan for sometime next week. Maybe we can shoot for Monday. I’ll, uh, send you a text or something and we can find a place to meet. But I really need to get back to work now.”

Andy stares at you for what feels like a full minute as his impressive brain works overtime to figure out his next move. And then he stands up before taking your empty cup and discarding them both in a nearby trash bin.

“Alright.” He mutters with a nod in your direction. “I guess I’ll just have to wait for your message then. Now, let’s get you back to your office.” A lump forms in your throat when he wraps a muscled arm around your shoulders as you two begin walking back the way you came. 

Fuck, you really hated this shit. But if this relationship was ever going to have a chance of working, you had to continue standing your ground. Even though it hurt like hell.

“I, um...I know you said that we probably won’t be able to sit down and talk until next week. And I suppose I can understand where you’re coming from with that, but while I have you now…” He lightly coughs into his elbow.

You glance up at your hotshot attorney, trying to figure out where he was going with this so that you could potentially cut him off at the pass.

“I at least wanted to say “thank you” in person for still agreeing to help Lydia with the charity gala this Saturday. I’m sure that it wasn’t an easy decision for you, especially given how things have been between us lately. But I really do appreciate it. And, frankly, I’m sure the kids at St. Augustine’s do too.” 

You feel the blood drain from your face as the reminder of this weekend’s event all-but smacks in the face. “Shit!” You hiss, pulling away from Andy as you reach your building. “It’s this Saturday? Are you sure?”

 “I am.” He confirms, his eyes filled with surprise. “I just spoke with Lydia yesterday when I–”

“Fuck!” You exclaim as your hands fly to your hips, uncaring that you just interrupted whatever it was he was about to say. 

In all of the chaos, you’d completely forgotten that you had agreed to help the wife of one of Andy’s colleagues with her annual charity ball. Starting by arriving at the hotel early Saturday morning to aid in the event setup, before heading up to your room to get ready for the evening's festivities.

A room that had been booked during a time when you and Andy were on much better terms.     

“She did mention that she sent all of the volunteers an email a couple days ago with a list of instructions. Maybe it got buried in your inbox, baby.” He rests his hands on your biceps, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “But she is definitely expecting you and I’m afraid it’s probably too late for you to back out at this point.”

Deep down you knew he was right. And quite honestly, you wouldn’t even dream of doing something like this close to the actual date of the gala. But there was still the issue of having to share a hotel room with your ex.

Closing your eyes, you force yourself to take a deep breath. “I–I wouldn’t do that. I’m not that big of an asshole. I just don’t think it’s a good idea for us to share a room…” You trail off, hoping that he would at least be somewhat understanding of your current plight.

“Ahh.” You can see the moment when realization finally dawns. “Right. Almost forgot about that.”

No, he actually hadn’t. But since Andy didn’t feel as though there was any real need for you to know that, he was going to keep that particular tidbit to himself. Even he was capable of showing some restraint every now and again.   

“Like I said…” You find yourself anxiously bouncing on your toes. “I don’t think –”

“I get it, sweetheart.” 

Wait. He did? Just like that?

“You do?”

“I do.” His words are accompanied by a lopsided grin. 

He didn’t. But then again, you didn’t need to know that either.

Andy’s hands leave your arms so that he can tenderly cup the sides of your face instead. “You just leave it all to me, baby girl. I’ll call the hotel and change the reservations.”

“You will?” You place your smaller hands overtop of his own. “You…you don’t mind?”

“Not at all.” Andy leans down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead. “And I promise to be on my best behavior Saturday night.” He gives you another kiss, which you allow. “If you want, I’ll even send over the updated confirmation info.” 

“Thank you.” You murmur, wishing that you could give-in just a little more and offer up your lips for a kiss. A real one this time. 

But you couldn’t afford to do that. Not even when Mr. Andrew “Give Me A Gold Star For Being Helpful” Barber was acting sweet. That would only throw everything off balance all over again. 

Andy’s heated gaze drops to your mouth before he slowly pulls away. “Don’t work too hard, okay?” His husky voice sends one last tiny flutter through your belly. 

“Same goes for you.” You tell him as you begin to head into the building.

“Goodbye, baby girl.” 

“Goodbye, Andrew. See you Saturday.” 

He waits until you’re safely inside and out of sight before turning on his heel and proceeding in the direction of his car. Oh, you’d be seeing him on Saturday alright. And he would be on his best behavior – depending on just how much patience he could muster. 

You two would be sorting this shit out then, whether you liked it or not. When it was over, you’d both spend the rest of the weekend making up for lost time. And Andrew was going to do everything in his power to ensure you enjoyed every fucking second of it. Just like he planned to enjoy getting reacquainted with that delicate sweetness between those luscious thighs. But first…

He needed to go make a call.

END

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The police couldn’t help you, they said unless you had a picture of him or any other proof it would be a charge against a unkown person and most of the time the charges would be dropped.

Now after the disappointment you were even more careful, installed cameras and secruity alarms. It might only be a little and maybe not enough, but you would do everything to make yourself feel save.

You told Wanda about your problem, and she looked at you with a certain look. She told you to talk to Andy and Lloyd, but this was the last thing you wanted to do.

“I’ve got Alf, he’s trained and will bite the man’s dick off,” you shrugged while making a cup of tea, Wanda rolled her eyes in response. She loved Alf but Andy and Lloyd were more feared than the German Shepherd-Golden Retriever mix.

The red head shook her head and went back to her work but not before reminding you of something, “oh, by the way it’s Wednesday.”

Your eyes widened and you quickly turned around to Wanda who was vanished causing you to groan and a glance at the clock showed you that it was five minutes until 4 pm. With a little sigh you sat down on the stool behind the counter.

Exactly five minutes later the door opened, and the two men entered, Andy with a smile and Lloyd with a smirk. “Hello, sunshine,” “hello, darlin’,” they greeted you and sat down in their regular booth.

Taking your paper and pen you walked over to them, “hello, what can I get you?” Lloyd opened his mouth but was stopped by your phone rining, you quickly took your phone out and saw your dog sitter calling, “sorry,” you quickly apologized and turned around stepping away a moment.

“Sarah?” you questioned, concern heavy in your tone. “I gotta go, my mom she had an accident and I-I don’t know. I’m sorry, I just don’t know what to do,” she cried into your ear.

“Hey, hey, hey it’s okay! Go to your mom and bring Alf here, don’t worry,” you tried to assure her as she continued crying, your heart ached for her. “Okay, I-I will bring-bring Alf over,” she hickuped between sobs.

She muttered a broken goodbye and hung up, you gave a shaky breath before getting back to the two mob bosses.

“Again, sorry, I- we had a little incident. Just uh give me your orders and, yeah,” you mumbled distracted, clicking your pen anxiously.

Andy and Lloyd looked at each other, both concerned. Lloyd gave Andy a nod, it was a silent understanding to find out if everything was okay and if they could help you. Andy took notice on the way you were clicking your pen.

Gently he laid a hand over yours to stop you from clicking the pen, your head shot up meeting his blue eyes.

“Everything okay?” he asked with a soft tone. You weren’t sure what to say, “nothing, everything’s okay,” you pressed out, “just order,” you demanded, pulling your hand away from Andy.

“We’ll take two cappuccinos, one blueberry muffin and a slice of pineapple cake,” Andy said and laid down the menu, he still couldn’t shake the feeling off and a look to Lloyd revealed that his thoughts weren’t any different from Andy.

“You got it,” you mumbled taking off to the make their order, Sarah didn’t leave your mind. She would come in any second and you had no idea what to with Alf, he loved to meet new people and was good judge of character. He might not be able to sit still.

Just then a loud bark echoed through the café, quickly you turned towards the door where you saw Sarah and Alf.

The moment Alf spotted you and teared himself from his leash to run towards you. Kneeling down you welcomed him into his arms, hugging him tight before setting him behind the counter.

“Sarah, don’t worry, you can and I will transfer you the money. Go be with your mom,” you told her and hugged her too. She nodded and squeezed you tight with a thank you, then she practically run out of the café.

Meanwhile Alf had moved from his place and skipped over to Lloyd who was taken back when the dog jumped up on the seat. The black dog nudged his nose against Lloyd’s arm who looked at Andy for help, he just shrugged with a smile.

Slowly his hand came up to pet Alf who enjoyed his attention, “did you know she had a dog?” Lloyd whisper-yelled at his partner and leaned his head towards him.

Alf seemed to understand him and followed after him, his rough tongue licking a long strip along his face. Lloyd’s face fell at the realization and Andy tried hard to keep his laugh in, slowly Lloyd turned his head to Alf who panted heavily.

Not even a second later Alf repeated his action, this time Andy couldn’t hold in his laugh.

That laugh snapped you from your moment and made you turn around in an instant. Your gaze found the booth of Lloyd and Andy with…Alf? What was he doing with them?

You walked over to them with a confused expression, Alf wiggled his tail happily, “hello there Alfi,” you greeted your dog with a smile. Then moved your head up to face the men, “what exactly are you doing with my dog?” your eyes squinted together.

“He licked my face!” Lloyd exclaimed, you raised a brow at his words, “he does that to people he likes, asshole.” Alf barked and you giggled, “you’re right, that fits,” scratching his head as you agreed with him.

Lloyd was confused and took a little offense, “wait, what did he say?,” “gotta get your order sorry,” you told him and walked away with Alf.

Andy watched the whole thing with an amused grin, Alf was the cutest dog he’s ever met and even from little he saw he knew that your bond was special. The brunette also liked that the black dog liked Lloyd and the man didn’t even make rude comment, he seemed to like Alf.

“You really wanted to meet them huh?” you asked him with a smile while scratching his head, Alf nudged his nose against your making you giggle.

“Well given that you are here now, you can’t just be lazy here,” you lifted your finger and acted like a parent teaching their kid something.  “You will wear this and help Wands and me,” you bound an apron around him that was specifically made for him.

It wasn’t too tight around his neck and torso, also not too long so that would step on it while he was running or walking around.

“You look fabulous,” Wanda praised Alf as she walked by, a huge smile on her lips. She loved Alf and often gave him treats behind your back, well you knew but she believed you didn’t and let her in the belief.

Alf wiggled his tail and trailed after Wanda, already knowing what she would do. Wanda looked at you with her sweet smile, trying to hide her next action.

You mirrored her smile and finished the mob bosses order, acting as if you didn’t catch on.

“Here you go,” you mumbled as you put down the food and drinks. “Thank you, sunshine, so I see you gotta dog?” Lloyd asked as he leaned back in the booth.

“Oh, you noticed that?” you said with sarcasm dripping from your voice. “I’ve never seen a breed like him, is he a mix and how did you come to the name Alf?” Lloyd seemed genuinely interested and even if you would try to deny it, he was actually interested.

Lloyd wasn’t fond of pets, especially dogs however something about this black dog was special. Aside from the fact that it was your dog he really wanted to form a bond with Alf.

“Yeah, he’s a mix of German Shepherd and Golden Retriever, well the name it just came to me you know? I remember when I met him for the first time…I just looked at him and thought of the name Alf, then he instantly came running up to me with his little fluffy legs,” you grinned and had a happy glint in your eyes as you thought back to said day.

Andy’s eyes were glowing, he loved the passion in your eyes and voice. He himself never had a pet but always wanted one since he was a young boy, now in his job it was difficult given he didn’t have time.

Maybe if you ever gave them a chance, he could experience what it’s like to have a pet, a dog. However Andy wanted to be with you before knowing you had a dog meaning this was just plus point.

“I see you still need cutlery, Alf?” you raised you voice, and Alf came skipping over to you a little basket in his mouth.

Alf held the basket over to Andy first who took a little fork and spoon, “thank you, buddy,” Andy scratched Alf’s head in a thanking gesture. Next Alf walked to Lloyd who took a little spun, “thank you, blacks,” Lloyd thanked him too and caressed his fluffy ears.

“Oh, you two already have nicknames for him huh?” you teased them with a smirk, no one could resist Alf not even the two scary mob bosses.

“You two can be glad he likes you, the last man interested in me left with a bite mark…and not from me,” you tossed over your shoulder before leaving with Alf to tend to the customers.

“She was nice!” Lloyd exclaimed excited, Andy nodded along with a smile, “she was and the passion in her voice…,” he agreed with a dreamy sigh.

You lead Alf back into the kitchen and closed the door before cuddling him excitingly with a huge grin, “you like them, you like them,” you kissed his furry head over and over again. It was rare for Alf to like any men that came into your life.

The only ones he had so far accepted were your dad, Bucky and Sam your two neighbours who were gay which could be a reason given they wouldn’t hit on you. Although you could swear you once saw them with a girl in their bedroom and you also had to admit you were a little jealous.

Unkown to you Wanda had entered the kitchen and saw your reaction, she knew she was right.

“Well, well, look at this…,” she teased you, making her presence known to you. A little squeak came past your lips, “woman! You can’t scare us like that,” you complained.

“Admit it and accept the date,” Wanda demanded, she always did this. She didn’t leave any room for arguments and her voice held power, she looked at you with eyes that bore deep into your soul.

One look at Alf showed you that Wanda might be right, but that didn’t mean that you would give them what they wanted right away.

“Fine, but if the date is shit-,” “my beautiful, stupid bestfriend, those two men come here every Wednesday for the past one and a half year which are like 72 Wednesday – not counting the ones on which we’re closed. You really want to tell me it would be a shit date? And please they’re gonna worship you.”

Her speech hit something in you, you hated it when she was right and for her calculation, but you wondered if she was right.

“Go out there and get you men,” were her last words before she left the kitchen.

Your gaze met Alf’s who wiggled with his tail, “well then let’s see,” you muttered and walked with him out of the kitchen.

With a tray you went over to the two men who seemingly just finished their muffin and cake, “did you enjoy it?” you asked them while putting the plates on the tray. “Tasted amazing sunshine, just like you I’m sure…, why don’t we find that out on a date?” Lloyd winked at you with a smirk.

There it was, Lloyd usual, stupid pick-up line. You hated those pick-up lines, it made your scrunch up your nose in annoyance.

“That’s disgusting, can’t think of anything better?” you questioned with a hand on your hip and a raised eyebrow, “also how come only you’re asking me huh?” you genuinely wondered that.

Andy had only asked a handful of times and then Lloyd took over. At the beginning you refused because you didn’t want them, but then over time half the reason was Lloyd stupid’s pick-up line.

“Well, Lloyd thinks if I ask you then the chance that you will say yes is a lot higher, he also wants to be the first one to win you over,” Andy explained. It was easy for Andy to say sweet and meaningful things, they came naturally to him when he thought or talked to a person that meant a lot to him.

For Lloyd on the other hand it was more difficult, day and day he tried to think of something that would sweep you of your feet, but the moment he saw you everything became blank.

The moment they walked out of the café, he would kick himself for the stupid line he gave you. Then Andy would try to cheer him up and try make him see that one day he would say the perfect words.

“Maybe he-,” your words were cut off by a phone ringing, a phone which belonged to Andy. He looked at you apologetic and answered the call, “yes? God, do you know what your job is? If you did then you would know how to do your fucking job,” Andy’s voice got louder, and something changed in your body.

Alf barked when he heard Andy swear and Wanda gave you the swear char over the counter which you held over to Lloyd.

“That’s five bucks, we don’t swear here,” you told him with a little grin. Lloyd raised his eyebrows and pulled out his wallet, opening it. His wallet was filled with hundreds which had your eyes widen.

He put in a hundred dollars, “what, no, no, Lloyd you can’t put a hundred in that char,” you tried stopping him, but he laid his hand on yours, “don’t worry about it sunshine,” “thank you,” you responded with warm cheeks, “food and coffee is on the house jerk,” you added and turned around to put the char back.

“Hansen, we gotta go,” Andy said as he hang up the phone, “I’m sorry darlin’, wish we could stay a little longer,” he took your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“Goodbye, sunshine,” Lloyd added and kissed your cheek. Both actions had your cheeks burning. Never before had Lloyd kissed your cheek, kissed your knuckles yes but, no, never the cheek.

The mob bosses left the café and within a second Wanda was at your side with a wide grin, “When’s the date?” To your surprise sadness ran through your body, “I was about to do something…but then they left,” you explained a little lost in your thoughts.

“I’m sorry…, they will be back next week though,” she tried to cheer you up, which didn’t work out all too well.

Outside Lloyd and Andy were driving towards their restaurant, “I kissed her cheek, Andy! Do you think I’m on a good way?” Lloyd asked his partner who smiled proudly, “you are on a good way, and I think she might be about to say yes…,” he trailed off while resting his elbow against the window.

“I just, she’s the first woman I really like, and I know you like her too, but for you it’s easy…you know what you’re doing,” the man opened his heart, it wasn’t very common however when he felt save with someone it was a lot easier.

“It’s okay, we are working on it, and I think she could be the right one for us, yes even you. She puts you in your place and you’re listening to her,” Andy chuckled lightly, and Lloyd joined knowing he was right.

Even he knew that he was an asshole and a difficult person, besides Andy there weren’t many people who liked him and could tolerate him. Maybe there was really only Andy who could…he didn’t know.

This was another point, he couldn’t place his own feelings, nor could he understand the feelings of others. Lloyd was able to see if someone didn’t like him, but if someone was nice? He thought they were planning something, he didn’t trust anyone except Andy.

When it came to his own feelings it was even harder, he knew when he hated someone, despised them, but when he liked them? All he knew was that he wanted to worship the ground you walked on every second of the day, he wanted to lay in bed with you and have you cuddle him until the morrow.

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Meanwhile you had clocked out and walked home with Alf. The events of today constantly replaying in your head.

Them quickly leaving made you rethink the decision of accepting the date, well you didn’t accept it you kind of rejected it. However, you were about to say something that would maybe let the date happen.

Of course, they would come back next week…right? Or maybe thought about and were tired of trying and now they wouldn’t come back, meaning you destroyed every chance because you weren’t in the clear about your own feelings.

Okay, take a deep breath. Everything was growing over your head, you needed a breather.

Putting Alf on his leash, he nudged your nose. It was like his own superpower, knowing when you were distressed and trying to calm you down.

With a thankful smile you hugged him, “thank you, it was just all too much for a moment. I mean look last week I was already not sure and today…you liked them, do you have any idea how much that means to me? For years you prevented me from bad people, you protected me. Does this mean they’re save?”

Alf answerd you with a bark which had you giggling, “good, then let’s go,” you said and opened the door for him

This time you walked a different route than normal, you wanted to test if the man would show up again – you also left at a different time.

Still, it was already dark, but you walked on a busier street which had lanterns and a restaurant, shops which were closed and bars. You felt a little safer here.

It took exactly five minutes for you to turn around again as a feeling was bugging you and he was there, the man was behind you again. Panic spread in your body and you picked up your pace, deciding to go into the first restaurant your eyes saw.

The woman at the entrance greeted you with a smile which fell when she saw Alf, “I’m sorry miss, we don’t allow pets here. You might-,” “please help me, there is a man, he’s following me!” you exclaimed.

She looked behind you and saw someone standing outside with his back to the restaurant, “that one?” she discreetly pointed at said men to which you nodded.

“Right this way,” she said and made a gesture to follow her and unknown to you gave a waitress a nod to the glass doors. She lead you into the back, it gave you a chance to briefly look around the restaurant, it looked elegant and as if only rich people ate here.

She walked up the stairs which led to a more secure area, a secret club it seemed. “My bosses can help you, I have a waitress keeping an eye on him downstairs. Don’t worry they will handle it,” she assured you with a comforting hand on your arm, “wait here, I will speak to them and then get you,” she added and vanished behind two big dark oak doors.

You stood there with Alf a little uncomfortable as you got weird looks from all the people around.

Suddenly the doors opened and your eyes widened in shook when you saw who walked out, how was this even possible? The chances were almost zero percent. Alf however jumped from your leash.

“Lloyd? Andy? What the hell?” you asked with furrowed brows while Alf already had his paws on Lloyd’s shoulders, “hey blacks,” he greeted the dog and caressed his soft ears.

“Darlin’ are you okay?” Andy asked, coming up by your side, confused you nodded your head however you couldn’t take your eyes of Alf and Lloyd. “Yeah, I just…panicked,” you said absently.

Andy followed your gaze and couldn’t hide his smirk, “they’re cute together huh?” he muttered against the shell of your ear and snapping you out of your trance.

“What? Them, no well Alf yes but not, uh Lloyd,” you tried to catch yourself without any luck.

Alf got down on his paws again and went over to greet Andy with the same excitement, “good to see you again buddy,” he smiled at the black dog and petted through his fur.

“Sunshine, why didn’t you tell us someone was following you?” Lloyd now came to you with concerned eyes. “Well I wasn’t really fond of you and it’s only been a few weeks at most, no big deal,” you tried to explain but soon realised they didn’t believe you one bit.

Lloyd gave Andy one look and immediately went down the stairs with the waitress, she showed him the man who was still standing there.

“Hey!” Lloyd made himself known to the man who looked at him lazily, “can I help you man?” the mob boss inspected the man more closely and he thought he looked familiar, but couldn’t place him yet.

“Why don’t we go inside huh? I think there is something we need to talk about,” he proposed, but left no room for the man to answer. Lloyd gripped the man’s shoulder and dragged him inside.

“Dude, really I don’t wanna talk, didn’t do a thing,” the creep tried to talk himself out, this had Lloyd chuckling, “aw pumpkin, how cute you think I care.”

They reached the upper club and Lloyd signaled two of his men to follow him into a back room.

Meanwhile Andy had sat you down on one of the cozy couches in the room, “darlin’ are you sure you’re okay?” he questioned again as he took your hand and rubbed patterns along the back of it while Alf had laid himself down on the couch next to you with his head on your lap.

“I’m not sure,” you admitted, this was all too overwhelming for you, “I think I’m scared, I mean of course I am. This man has been following me for so long and I went to police, they did nothing,” you breath became quicker and your chest tightened, it became harder to breath.

“Everytime, I noticed him, I thought he was gonna rape me or stab me, kidnap me. The feeling wouldn’t go away, I didn’t know what to do and today I took a different route but he was still there and what if he, what if…,” all damns broke loose, the tears came running down your cheeks.

Andy instantly wrapped his arms around your body, hushing your and wiping the tears from your cheeks. You kept sobbing and leaned against Andy wetting his dress shirt in the process, you clinged onto him. Finally feeling save.

Alf scooted closer to you until he was almost on your lap, he nudged his nose to yours in comfort. Your arms wrapped around his body, his head laid on your shoulder.

Your breath became calmer, the tightened chest slowly getting better. Andy saw the way Alf made you feel better with his presence and petted the dogs head, he looked into the loyal eyes and whispered, “good boy.”

Slowly you lifted your head and looked at Andy, “at the café…I wanted to say yes, I wanted to say, maybe he already won me over, but…you left…,” you whispered, it felt right telling him that.

Andy was stunned you told him that, but he wondered if it was only because you just cried your soul out and were hyper emotional. He didn’t want you to feel as if he used that to make you confess.

Your hand gently touched his cheek, “can I try something?” before Andy could answer you had your lips pressed to his.

The mob bosses breath hitched, and he didn’t know what to do, your lips felt so soft and wonderful, but it was wrong at the same time. Softly he took your chin between his fingers and guided your head away.

“As much as I enjoy this…you’re not in the right state. I don’t want you to feel like we use you,” he explained and pressed a kiss to your cheek instead, for this answer he got a big face lick from Alf.

God could these men get any better? You shouldn’t give them what they want yet, but maybe it was time. How should you know? Andy was here making you feel save and Lloyd was out there talking to the creep.

𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 — @smile1318 @wintasssoldier @xcaptain-winterx @georgiapeach30513 @alina02 @rogersbarber @antisocialwritingx

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[eva-knits12]

Going to Cosco with Colin Shea, Ransom Drysdale, and Andy Barber

Going to Costco with Colin Shea

It's that time of the month.

Eva and Colin need to go to Costco.

Eva bring Harper along, who sleeps the entire time in her infant seat in the huge grocery cart.

Colin shows the greeter your membership card.

Colin and Eva both enter the store, and immediately stop at the front display of pastry goods.

Eva puts the sour cream cake in the cart. It's only $7.99

Colin and Eva only came here for diapers, bottled water, seltzer water, toilet paper, dishwasher pods, and baby wipes.

Eva wrote everything on a list.

The last time, Colin and Eva spent WAY too much because they both forgot the list.

Colin and Eva get some kibble for Dickens, along with several chew toys, and some Milkbones.

Eva gets the diapers and the waters, and the baby wipes.

Colin also gets the toilet paper, the dishwasher pods, along with two packs of those huge muffins.

Eva gets blueberry and the coffee cake ones.

Colin and Eva also get some jalepeno cornbread.

Colin is going to make chili tonight.

Eva feels that this is a bad idea.

Has she seen this man cook?

He almost burned the house down on their second anniversary as a couple.

Eva decides to help Colin with what she can.

Colin also decides to get burgers, chicken nuggets, some frozen pizza that is by Motor City Pizza Co.

Along with some of those cheese sticks.

Harper screams, and Eva takes her to the lactation room.

Eva breast feeds Harper, and she's now happy as a clam.

Colin also gets some of those organic oatmeal cookie bites that has coconut in it.

Colin has also thrown in those post-natal gummies for Eva.

Eva weren't expecting it, but he does that.

He pays for the items, and it totals well over $100.

Afterwards, Eva and Colin both get a slice of pizza, some water.

For dessert, Colin and Eva both get the hot fudge sundaes.

Colin and Eva make it home.

Colin and Eva spend the afternoon making chili, while both Colin and Eva play and care for Harper.

Dickens never leaves Harper's side, and barks when she cries for something.

Eva smiles and kiss Colin lovingly.

Eva feels lucky that she married Colin.

It's the perfect sense of domestic bliss.

Going to Costco with Ransom Drysdale

You and Ransom need to make a Costco run.

The twins go through diapers and wipes like they're going out of style.

You both didn't realize that you would need to buy double of everything.

Your dad gifted you a Costco membership, so you both could buy diapers, wipes, and baby food and baby formula in bulk.

Ransom commented on how much cheaper buying in bulk was.

This is the trust fund playboy we're talking about!

You get those Biscoff cookies for him, because they're his favorites.

Along with your famous chocolate chip cookies that you make from scratch.

You need one of those mobility scooters because they make the task of shopping easier for you.

You often get dirty looks when you use the scooter, but those people don't know what's it's like living with a chronic illness.

Not all illnesses are visible. Not all disabilities are visible.

Ransom puts the Harlan and Katherine in one of the giant carts in their infant seats.

You get the diapers and the wipes, and Ransom also gets you those chocolate cupcakes that you like.

Along with that peanut butter pie you both have your eye on.

He also gets bottled water, seltzer water, toilet paper, and a giant thing of Drumsticks.

You both love Drumsticks, and it's been forever since you actually had an ice cream cone.

With your MS, it's often made it hard to enjoy things, and ice cream cones are one of the few things that you can still enjoy.

Ransom puts some baby clothes in the cart.

He didn't realize that you could find a lot of designer clothes at Costco.

He puts in a cute red and gold dress for Katherine, and a cute black suit for Harlan.

Along with some cute khakis and cute jeans for Harlan, and a cute denim skirt and a cute khaki skirt for Katherine.

Those outfits will be worn for the first Christmas photos, and you agree that they will look cute in them...but Ransom mistakenly put in the newborn size.

You dig through the sizes, and get some that are a few sizes bigger.

The twins will have grown a bit by then, and you explain to Ransom why you have to get baby clothes in larger sizes.

The twins will grow into them.

Ransom pays for the items, and is actually surprised at the total.

He would have paid three times more if you had gotten the same items at the fancy grocery store, the fancy baby store, and at the upscale mall.

Did I mention this is the trust fund playboy we're talking about.

The baby clothes and diapers are getting bought at Costco from now on.

He was amazed at how cheaper everything was.

You explain that getting the basics here is cheaper than anywhere else, because of the cost per item, which is already on the signs.

Ransom and you get the hot dog meal, and split it, along with churros for dessert.

Ransom had always wanted to try a churro, but never got the chance to growing up.

He realizes that the food doesn't have to be fancy.

He realizes that spending time with you and the twins is important, and taking care of you is also important.

He looks at with love and in awe, and that's not going to change.

Going to Costco with Andy Barber

You and Andy had only been dating for a year and a half, and had recently became engaged.

You two just bought a house, and were making a Costco run for the basics.

He proposed to you when he took you on a date night he planned.

After his divorce, and the death of his ex-wife and his son, he never thought he would find happiness again.

He never thought he would find love again.

He was wrong.

He met you, and you had started your job at a doctor's office.

You often stop at the local coffee place, and that's where you met Andy.

You were both getting coffee, and you two struck up a conversation.

You exchanged contact info, and your first date wasn't soon after.

You both get the toilet paper, the bottled water, the seltzer water, along with the pop-both regular and diet.

You also get the alcohol, the beer and the wine.

You also get the chips, and they have those Great Lake Cherry Barbecue chips that you love, so you buy two bags.

You both were hosting a barbecue at your house for the fourth of July.

You realize that the holiday also is close to Andy's birthday, so you place an order for one of those giant birthday cakes.

A few days later, the cake is ready, and you go to pick it up.

You have another surprise for Andy, but that needs to wait.

Andy and you both pay for the items, making sure to place each item in one of those giant carts.

The smell of the pizza from the food court is inviting, and you and Andy each get a slice.

Along with those hot fudge sundaes.

Shopping at Costco will be even more fun from now on.

[jadedvibes]

Oh this is soo warm and cozy and fluffy 🥹. This would be such a perfect autumn day with the best floofy company! 🥰 gosh I have the urge to bake and go on an adventure now. Love this v much, all the pics you chose make up the loveliest vibes ✨. Thank you soo much for joining the challenge!! 🤗🧡🖤

—falling all in you

some sweet autumn vibes with our favorite lawyer @jadedvibes <3

[hertzwritings]

The barber boys and the bakery chapter 1

A/N: Yes, I do have three WIPS currently going and a shit-ton of other stuff, BUT the always amazing @buckyshattergirl​ and I have talked in LENGTH about a thing and now I have to write the thing. I need fluffy Dad!Andy Barber and cute kid Jacob. It’s probably going to be a series, maybe, and it’ll mostly be snapshots and cute little one-shots of the life of the Barber boys.   I can’t say when or how frequently it’ll be updated, but it will be updated!

Anyway, I hope you’ll like it because I sure as hell do!

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized something – the sky is the limit, my loves!

Remember, feedback feeds the soul (min in particular) and my requests – and askbox – are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none.

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Pairing: Andy Barber x female reader

Contains: language, fluff, mentions of violence, age gap

W.C: 2.000

 The meeting

NEXT CHAPTER

  The bakery was quiet for the first time since you opened today; the hustle and bustle of high school kids had dwindled down to zero, and you finally had time to make yourself the cup of coffee, you had craved since 4 in the morning. You did worry, though, because your favorite kid – the lanky, shy Jacob – had been nowhere to be seen, which was strange for him. He came in every day, a shy smile on his lips and asked (as the only one) for your walnut muffins, small talking about nothing really, while you bagged it up for him. It was steady and routine at this point:

You opened, began baking, and precisely thirty minutes before the bell rang, Jacob would show up, buy a walnut muffin, eat it inside while talking about schoolwork or his dad – or how much he hated his mom – and then wave goodbye. You liked it. He was a smart and funny kid, and your general penchant for being a MomTM, made it easy to talk to him and dote on him.

He seemed like he needed it.

Which is why you were worriedly looking out of the window towards the school with furrowed brows, when the bell rang, and Jacob still hadn’t shown up. Not that he wasn’t allowed to not show up, but it gave you a sense of unease. He had been through enough, already. You began baking another round of croissants, flour going everywhere, and you grumbled to yourself that this was not the day for wearing black boots, because they were slowly turning grey. Occupational hazard.

You were so concentrated, that you missed the bell chiming and the sound of shuffling feet, until a soft voice called out. “Hey, Y/N.” Your head whipped up to see Jacob stand in front of you. Your smile fell when you saw the busted lip and the blood flowing freely. “Sorry, I didn’t come in earlier.” “Don’t think about that, what happened to you?” you rushed to his side and sat him down in one of the chairs, quickly going to the open sign and flipping it. “Asshole at school.” He said with a shrug. “Isn’t the first time, won’t be the last.” You were seething. “Jake, you… Hang on, I’ll get you something to clean off with.” You rushed to the back, found a hand towel and wet it, handing it to him as soon as you came back and sat down in front of him. “Thanks.” “Jake, listen to me. Who was he, why did he do that, and do I need to kill him?” You asked seriously. He shook his head. “It’s the dickhead Spencer. He’s… Well, yeah. He’s that. I guess I sat in his chair. Or he thinks I’m gay. It could all of the things.” You pursed your lips. You might only be 25 years old, and you may have only known Jacob for six months, but you felt protective of him. “Call your dad. When’s the break?” He glanced at the clock. “In… Like two minutes.” He scrolled on his phone, stopping with a finger hovering over the call-button. “Why?” “I’m about to beat this bitch up.” You said firmly, dusting your fingers from flour. “You’re coming with me, point him out.” He called his dad as he stood up. “Uh, dad? So… I might get in trouble. Not like, that kind of trouble again, but like… Normal teen trouble? At school? You should get over here. Like…” He looked at you and swallowed. “I’m a little scared of Y/N. She’s about to rip a kid a new one for punching me. Anyway, bye!” he hung up. “Voicemail.”

You stalked to the school parking lot, hair whipping around your face in the wind, Jacob trailing after you, and he nodded to a red-headed, slightly plump kid, who was laughing with a group of other boys. You were ready to throw some fucking hands.

“YOU!” You marched over to him, while Jacob stood back, watching it unfold. “Who the hell do you think you are?” you began, the kid stumbling back a few paces and the verbal smack-down began.

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Andy hated voicemails like that. He hated that his first thought was not again, and he drove faster than he probably should’ve to reach the school in record time. When he pulled over, he saw Jacob standing, eyes locked on a woman, who was clearly angrily gesturing and speaking loudly to the asshole of a kid, Spencer, who looked like he was about to cry. Andy got out of the car quickly and almost jogged to Jacob’s side, clocking the busted lip. “What the hell happened to you?” He asked, taking Jacob’s face in his hands. “I’m fine dad, seriously.” He glanced at the woman again. “I don’t think I have anything to worry about, because Y/N seems to be doing a great job telling him off.” He pointed to her, and Andy frowned. “Wait, that’s Y/N?” “Yeah.” “I thought she was in your year!” He said, watching her poke Spencer in the chest with a finger. “Nah, she’s like… 25, but super cool. She plays DND and stuff. She’s like my mom friend.” “She’s a mom?” Andy could almost hear Jacob roll his eyes. “No, dad, a mom friend.” “Kid, I have no idea what that means.”

“If you ever even look at him again, I’ll wreck you faster than you can scream mommy.” Andy overheard the last of the conversation – or yelling – from Y/N, before she turned on her heels and walked straight to Jacob, cupping his face in her hands. The gesture made Andy’s stomach go into knots. “Listen to me, you’re getting free muffins for the rest of the year from even tolerating being in the same room as that fucking wombat.” You said, wiping your thumb across Jacob’s cheek. Andy was reeling. He watched Spencer run inside of the school and didn’t see her turn to him. “You’re Mr. Barber, I presume.” He was about to answer when he finally looked at her.

She was beautiful. He knew beauty when he saw it. Her hair was flowing around her face, her eyes were burning into him, and her lips, fucking hell, her lips made him feel dizzy. She radiated confidence. She was wearing a blue sundress, covered largely by a black apron that in turn, was covered in flour, and he had never in his life felt this attracted to a person before. He swallowed thickly when he noticed the tattoos littering her arms, and the one, that poked out from her collarbone to her shoulder, only interrupted by the strap of her dress made his heart thump heavily in his chest. “Barber, yes. I.. Am Andy.” He swallowed thickly and noticed Jacob grin like a Cheshire cat. “Well, Barber, Andy, prepare yourself to go to the principal’s office.” “Why, did you punch the kid?” He asked, honestly a little worried. She looked terrifying, despite her smaller stature and flour in her hair. She shook her head. “No, but I did accidentally say nobody messes with my kid and called the kid an asshole, that was tired of shitting, and that if he ever tried to touch my kid again, I’d rip his arms from his body and stuff them up his ass.” She turned her head to see the very angry face of the vice-principal. “Shit.” “Will you follow me, Mr. Barber, Miss?” She told him through tight lips. Y/N followed as well, clearly ready to face whatever wrath a principal had to dish out. Andy couldn’t stop looking at her, her entire aura was just confidence and care; he cleared his throat several times to get rid of the damned dry spot, that suddenly appeared at the same time as Y/N had cupped Jacob’s cheeks.

They both stepped into the office, and when she stood next to him, Andy realized just how short she was in comparison to him. He easily towered a head above her. “I don’t appreciate siblings telling students off, Mr. Barber.” He cocked an eyebrow at the principal. “Siblings?” he asked, slightly confused. The principal pointed at Y/N, who laughed. “Oh, no, I’m not related.” She winked at Andy. “Yet.” He spluttered. She turned back to the principal. “And someone has to tell them off, or nobody will. Seriously, do you not a have a zero-bullying policy in this hellhole?” Andy snickered under his breath.   “Miss, that’s very inappropriate…” “No, I’ll tell you what’s inappropriate.” Y/N cut the principal off. “That someone can punch another human being and face zero repercussions. Zero bullying, my ass, you’re literally enforcing the bullying by not acting. I have no respect for you or anything you have to say to me, as long as you allow that to happen in your school, Mrs.” Andy cleared his throat, when the principal opened her mouth to retort. “I agree. My son has done nothing” (well, he hoped) “to warrant this. Y/N did nothing more than stand up for my son, which is needed since the school decided not to.” “Mr. Barber, I can assure you…” “You can assure me of nothing.” He said with a smile. It was the same smile he wore when he delivered his final statements in court. “I refuse to be called in here for my son, when he’s the one bleeding. Have a wonderful day, Mrs. Stevensen.” He turned on his heel and gestured for Y/N to follow him, leaving the principal absolutely dumbfounded.

“Am I in trouble?” Jacob asked in the second, they stepped outside. Andy shook his head and wrapped his arm around Jacob, pulling him close. “No, kiddo, you’re not.” “Tell you what, I’ll get you a few muffins to take back, okay?” Y/N said. “Come, I was going to close early anyway.” Jacob practically jumped out of Andy’s arms and ran after Y/N, talking animatedly with his hands as they walked. Andy furrowed his brows; he hadn’t seen Jacob like this in a while, and it warmed his heart a little. He quickly followed them into the bakery, and was immediately feeling comfortable – it smelled of chocolate and fresh bread, while the walls were covered in personal art (he noticed a few drawings from Jacob hung on the wall as well), and he sat down in the chair, that Jacob pointed him to.

“Jake, what will it be today? Walnut muffins, chocolate chip cookies, something dangerous or something unexpected?” She asked seriously. “I’ll cry if you give me anything with chili in it.” He answered with a grin. You rolled your eyes and laughed. “I might be scary, but I’m not evil.” You winked at Andy, who almost choked on thin air. “Unexpected it is, huh?” You kept your eyes on Andy as you spoke, and he couldn’t help the small grin spread on his lips. “Yeah, unexpected is good.” Jacob answered, looking back and forth between Y/N and Andy, his eyes glowing with something Andy hadn’t seen in his son for a while: Hope.

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[jadedvibes]

Here’s the masterlist for my Falling in Love writing challenge!

I will continue to update this weekly as more wonderful entries come in 🧡🎃🍁

Be sure to heed the warnings for each submission and respect the boundaries of their creators. And please don’t forget to show some love to the talented people that have submitted their entries thus far!! 🧡💛

Fics

The List by @alltheficsiwant (bucky barnes x reader)

Falling For You Like the Leaves Do by @doasyoudesireandlive (college!stucky x college!reader)

Bookmarked by @lillywillow (sam wilson x female reader)

Plum Cake by @tuiccim (roommate!bucky x gn!reader)

Rogers Family Recipe by @writing-for-marvel (steve rogers x fem!reader)

Falling in Love by @subwaysurf45 (bucky x reader)

Falling All Over Again by @jobean12-blog (eddie munson x reader)

(Love is) Lemon muffins and chamomile tea by @late-to-the-party-81 (bruce banner/hulk x reader)

Hold Me by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming (boyfriend!ari levinson x reader)

Falling In Love Forever by @bucky-barnes-diaries (tfatws!bucky x female!reader)

So Perfect by @lia275 (bf!bucky x baker!female!reader)

You still love me by @nekoannie-chan (steve rogers x mutant!reader)

Moodboards

Just You and Me by @navybrat817 (bucky barnes x reader)

Take My Hand by @filthy-gorgeous (andy barber x reader)

First Date with Jefferson by @sgt-seabass (dark jefferson x reader)

Falling All In You by @treatbuckywkisses (andy barber)

[andydrysdalerogers]

Aurora ~ Part Four

Pairings: Andy Barber vs Lloyd Hansen; Andy Barber x OFC Aurora "Rory" Thatcher

Word Count: 3.9K

Summary: Rory lets her feelings slip out after an old friend comes to visit. And speaking of visit, Lloyd decides he wants to inspect his prize… 

Warnings: SMUT 18+, fluff, stalking

This work is 18+ only. Please heed the warnings and walk away as this story does get violent as it goes on...

Banner by @justawriterand

Mood board and dividers by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

It’s been a few weeks since Rory stayed with Andy.  Correction, she never really left.  And it suited her just fine. She was scared, nervous to be alone with a psychopath lurching so she stayed with Andy.  And he was over the fucking moon. He did everything in his power to make her more comfortable, feel safer than ever before. 

They continued with her “education” almost every night, with Rory discovering more about her body and Andy discovering what made her tick.  He made sure she was satisfied two, three times before he even thought about cumming. Her pleasure was his greatest joy.  And he made sure that she knew that every day. Flowers, small gifts, anything that would bring that gorgeous smile to her face before he ruined her for the night. 

But a storm was coming, and Andy never let his guard down. 

Dawn broke over Sudbury and Lloyd watched the sunrise as he sipped his coffee.  He had been up for a couple of hours by now, reviewing the collected intel.  His eyes landed on a photo of the shop.  Maybe I should just take a peek,he thought. He readied himself and climbed into his car. The ride just took a few minutes and as he was pulling up, he saw Andy exit the shop with Aurora. Andy cradles Aurora’s face and placed a sweet kiss on her lips.  Lloyd’s lip curled in disgust at the interaction. 

He kept watching as he turned back into the shop, said something and then kissed the girl once more before leaving with one of his goons.  Couldn’t have timed this better, Lloyd muttered. He climbed out as other customers enters the shop.  He pressed a button on his phone and entered, joining the queue to the register. 

He looked himself over and made sure no identifying marks would be present. He did look remarkable like his twin, but his mustache and haircut were very different from Andy.  But it was worth the risk. The coat he wore covered his white pinstripe polo over slacks, a hat covering his eyes from anyone watching him.  He used all of his patience, waiting as the customers in front of him ordered and paid.  He glanced around the room.  A worker was in the back, a young man around her age, pulling trays of treats.  Some customers seated around, one in particular, he took note of.  The customer was stiff, as if he was monitoring for a threat.  Lloyd grimaced.  Once of Andy’s soldiers was keeping watch.  Not important, he wasn’t going to act now. 

It was his turn and he finally saw her.  Her hair was down but tied back at the crown.  Her eyes were bright, full of sparkles.  She wore a delicate pink shirt with a slightly brighter pink apron on top. And then he heard it.  The sweetest sound.  Her voice.  “Hi, welcome to the Sweetest Things.  What can I get you?” Her smile matched her voice.  Truly, the sweetest things. 

“Coffee, please and a blue berry muffin.” Lloyd kept his voice steady and friendly, even though he wanted to launch himself across the counter and take her right there and then. 

Rory offered another smile.  “Coming right up.”  She spun around to pour a coffee, her dark hair swinging. Her scent floated up to Lloyd and he inhaled.  A subtle mix of strawberries, coffee and sugar.  His own blend of aphrodisiac. She’s mouthwatering, he thought. 

Rory came back with the cup and muffin.  “Six-fifty”, she stated.  He swiped his card and left a dollar in the tip jar.  “Thank you, she beamed.  Please come again. 

Oh, I will princess.  He flashed her a smile. Something about it made her recoil.  It seemed familiar and yet evil.  Rory kept her composure as the man walked out of her shop.  She shook off the feeling as she helped her next customer.

Lloyd moved to his car, moaning at how delicious the muffin was.  He finished it and the coffee, climbed into his car and took off.  He called his tech, Steve Kemp.  “I need shadow surveillance.” 

“Understood.  When?”

“Today for the surveillance.” 

“Who’s the target?”

“Aurora Thatcher.” 

“Barber’s girl?”

“She’s mine!!!” Lloyd roared.  “Just do your job Kemp.  I’m sending someone to charm her.” He hangs up, seething.  When will everyone just understand that Aurora was his?

As Peter swept up for the night, Rory counted her receipts while Paul checked the security for the night. Her phone rang as she looked over the credit card receipts.  “Hi Baby!”

“Hello sweetheart.” Andy could hear the smile in her voice.  “I just wanted to let you know I’m on my way to you.” 

“Okie dokie! I’m just counting out.  Be done in ten.”  He could hear the rustling of papers in the background. 

“Good.  How did Paul do?”

“Great.  He…” she suddenly stopped. 

“Rory?  Did I lose you?”  He heard a glass smash.  “Rory?!” He heard a noise, and another voice came on the line. 

“Boss, its Diskant.  She’s ok but get here quick.  I think you should call Jensen as well.”

The glare that Andy threw at Nick and Sam levelled them. “Five minutes,” he growled.  Sam moved to get Andy to the car as Nick walked beside him.  “Jensen, bakery, now,” he ordered. 

“Yes, boss.” 

Four and a half minutes later, Andy was running into the shop.  He found Rory sobbing in Peter’s arms on the floor, shaking uncontrollably. “Rory, sweetheart, what happened?”

Rory looked up to see Andy and she just reached out for him. He sat down and pulled her into his lap as she continued to cry.  He looked at Paul and Peter. “Sir, I swear, I was here all day.  Peter stayed when I used the restroom.  She was never alone.”

“Explain,” Andy growled, as he held his girl, trying his best to comfort her. 

Paul sighed, knowing the explosion that was coming.  “Lloyd Hansen was in the shop today.” 

Andy saw red.  He tightened his grip on Rory, trying to remain calm and not explode while she was in his arms.  He knew she didn’t need to be scared more than she already was.  “How?” he asked through clenched teeth. 

“Miss Thatcher was doing the receipts and she noticed a name on the receipt.  After I hung up with you, I checked the surveillance.  I had a hunch.” 

“That’s why you asked for Jensen,” Nick said.  He checked his phone.  “Two minutes boss.”  He turned to Paul.  “What’s wrong with the footage?”

“Its distorted.  I’m hoping Jensen can give us a clear picture.” Paul left the computer on the counter as he looked at his boss. “I’m sorry sir.” 

“Not your fault Paul.  I’m just glad you’re here for her.” 

“She’s your girl sir. I’ll protect her with my life.” 

Nick and Sam headed out to the front to check on the cars and wait for Jensen as Paul and Peter continued with closing the shop. Andy continued to hold Rory. “Sweetheart, c’mon, let’s get you home.”  He lifted her up and carried her to the back and set her on the counter. He took a towel to wipe the tears from her face. Once he was finished, he kissed her forehead. “I’m just gonna grab your bag.”  He walked into the office but stopped when he was out of her line of sight.  He placed his hands on hips and sighed, his head bowing.  What is Lloyd doing? He thought to himself. He rolled his shoulders and grabbed Rory’s bag.  He heard the door signal, took Rory’s hand and walked out.  He saw Jensen already working the tablet and his computer.  “Jensen?”

“Hey boss.”  Jensen finally looked up, spotting Rory, who was half hiding behind his boss.  “Well, hello there,” he said to her, flashing a wink. 

Andy growled under his breath.  Jensen smiled sheepishly and turned back to the computers.  “I think I’ve got it.”  He hit a button and the image flashed.  And there was Lloyd, grinning at the camera.

“Son of a bitch!” Diskant exclaimed. 

Andy stared at the image of his twin.  “He won’t be back,” he commented. “He got what he wanted.  To let us know he’s here.  Fowler, Wilson, let’s review every lead we have.  Diskant, Parker, you never let her out of your sight.  Jensen, make sure security is up to date, here, the office and the house.” 

Jensen nodded, “I’ll make a call for updated equipment to a friend of mine.”

Andy felt a tremble in his hand and looked back at his beloved.  “Sweetheart, are you with me?”

“Maybe I should leave?”  She looked up at Andy.  “Maybe if I leave town…”

“Sweetheart, if you left town, he’ll just follow you.”  Andy kissed her forehead. “I promised you, I would keep you safe and I will.” 

“Andy, I’m scared.” The tears began to fall.  The other men quietly excused themselves from the shop and stood guard. 

“I know. But you are my princess. “He cupped her face.  “You are the center of my world now and I’ll do anything and everything to protect you.”  He kissed her deeply.  Once he let go, he took her hand.  “Let’s go home.” 

The next couple of weeks were eerily quiet for Andy and Rory.  Paul never left Rory’s side unless she was home with the boss. But no other sights of Hansen, no threats.  It was disconcerting, the lack of his presence. One morning, Paul took his spot in the corner of the shop, Peter was working the counter as Rory was in the office.  A man approached, long brown coast and sunglasses.  “Is Rue here?”

Peter looked at him confused.  “Rue?”

He took off his sunglasses and runs and hair through his dark hair, his face in a scowl.  “Yeah, Rue.  Aurora.  Where is she?”

Peter straightens his posture.  “Who’s asking?”

“Listen here, you little teenage wannabe tough guy, tell Rue it’s her favorite trust fund asshole.” 

Peter glanced at Paul, who got up and walked to the office.  “Aurora, there is a guy asking for you.”

Rory didn’t look up. “Who is it?”

“He said to tell you that he’s a trust fund asshole.”  Paul looked concerned until Rory lifted her head and smiled.  She got up and ran to the front. 

“Ransom?”

The guy turned.  “There she is.  Hey sweetness.”  He opened his arms, and she ran right into them.  Paul and Peter exchanged another look before Paul pulled out his phone and sent a message. 

“Why didn’t you call me?” Rory asked before smacking him in the arm. 

“Ow! Rue! Jesus, that hurt!  Is that how you greet your best friend?”  Ransom rubbed his arm. 

“Oh please, that didn’t hurt.” Rory rolled her eyes before hugging Ransom again. “So, tell me what brought the great Ransom Drysdale back to Newton?”

“Meeting with Granddad about Blood and Wine.  Plus, he told me you finally opened this place.”  He looked around again.  “What’s with dumb and dumber staring at us?”

“Be nice,” she admonished.  “Peter is my right hand around here. And Paul, well, Paul runs security for me.”  Rory could feel her cheeks heating up.  Ransom eyed her. 

“What’s going on Rue?  And don’t fuckin lie to me neither sweetness.” 

She went to open her mouth when the door opened, and Andy walked in with Nick.  “Andy, hi,” she said with a smile. 

“Hi sweetheart.” Andy went up to her and pecked her lips before giving her a hug.  “Needed a cup of coffee and I was nearby.” 

Ransom cleared his throat and Rory turned back.  “Sorry. Andy, honey, this is Ransom Drysdale, one of my oldest and best friends. Ransom, this is my boyfriend, Andrew Barber.”

The men shook hands and Andy studied him. Dark hair, clean shaven, crystal blue eyes that perfectly match he sweater he was wearing under his coat. Andy could sense his arrogance. “Nice to meet you Mr. Drysdale.” 

“Same.” Ransom turned his back to Andy.  “So, Sweetness, you got plans? Storm is throwing one of his famous rages tonight.”

Rory looked from Ransom to Andy and back.  “Sorry but I have a date with Andy tonight.  Maybe another day.” She stepped towards Andy and took his hand, sensing he was angry at the arrival of Ransom 

Ransom rolled his eyes.  “Whatever Rue.  Just haven’t seen you in a while.” 

“Tell you what, come by tomorrow when I’m not swamped with admin stuff and we’ll have lunch,” Rory offered her beautiful smile and Andy gently squeezed her hand.  She looked up at him with her large doe eyes.  “Will you join us, Andy?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”  He looked at Ransom.  “I have a place on Main.” 

Ransom shrugged.  “Whatever. Sure.  I’ll see you tomorrow sweetness.  Mr. Barber. Goons.”  He laughed as he walked out. 

Rory smiled and then looked at Andy, whose face was hard.  Her smile fell and she felt nervous.  “So that’s Ransom,” she commented. 

“Funny how you’ve never mentioned him before sweetheart,” Andy replied, cupping her face and rubbing his thumb over her cheek. 

She closed her eyes at the sensation.  “We had a minor disagreement a few years ago.  Something we still have to talk about.”  She opened her eyes to see concern in his.  “Hey, I’m yours,” knowing exactly what Andy was thinking. 

“Mine,” he said, lifting her palm to his mouth.  “I gotta go but I’ll meet you at home for dinner.” 

“Ok.”  She reached up on her tip toes to kiss him.  “Love you,” she said as she turned away. 

He stood stunned for a moment.  He smiled at the fact she hadn’t realized what she had said.  “Nick, let’s go to the store. “

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, need to pick up something special for my girl.”

Ransom climbed back into his Beemer and automatically made a call.  “I’m in.  Lunch tomorrow. Her and Barber.” 

“Good.  Let me know the details.  You’re almost done Drysdale.” The call was disconnected.

“Mother fucker.”  Ransom gripped the steering wheel.  How did losing one hand at poker get him in this position. Not that he had any guilt.  Rory had written him off after he had made a drunken pass at her.  She yelled and smacked him the morning after.  Told him not to come back to her until he grew up. “Grew up not, didn’t I sweetness,” he snorted to himself.

Back in his office, Andy barked out orders to his team.  “I want to know everything about him.  Associates, accounts, hookers, all of it.  I won’t be allowing Rory to sit with him alone until we know he’s clear.” 

“Yes, sir,” Nick replied, jerking his head and ordering everyone else out of the room.  “What about the lunch tomorrow?”

“You and Paul will sit at a separate table, on guard.  Get another team to watch outside and the bakery.  I want Jensen to up the surveillance.” 

“Understood.” 

Andy poured himself a glass to try and calm himself before he headed back to his sweetheart.  The high he has been riding from her casual ‘love you’ was fading and this prick was to blame.  He would get some answers from his love. 

He stopped.  That statement in his head stunned him but didn’t surprise him.  The couple of months they had been together had been nothing short of amazing.  And he did love her.  He has loved her since the day he got to stare into her eyes and study the depths of them.  He’s love her since that first day.  And always would.

Lloyd chuckled at the man sitting in front of him.  “You did good Drysdale.  She doesn’t suspect.”

Ransom swallowed.  “I don’t think she does.  He might.” 

“Fucking Andy won’t know what hit him.”  Lloyd turned to Steve. “Get everything ready, I’m walking out of that diner with my girl. Would prefer not to kill my brother in the process but accidents do happen so if it happens it happens.” He shrugged. 

That night Rory cooked for her Andy, making his favorite pasta.  While she waited for him, she changed in a lavender sundress and side swept her hair.  She was setting the table as she heard the door open. “Sweetheart?”

“Kitchen!” She started to dish up when she felt a pair of hands around her waist and a kiss on her neck. “Hi handsome.” 

“Hey beautiful.  Smells good baby.  Whatcha making?”

“Pasta alio e olio.” 

Andy grinned, “My favorite.  White wine?”

Rory nodded.  “You pick.”  She set the plates down as he opened a bottle. 

“How was the rest of your day sweetheart?”

“It was good. Got a huge order for the hospital foundation gala next week.”  She giggled.  “The medical director stopped by to sample this afternoon.” 

“That’s amazing baby! I am so proud.”

“More big events like this and I’ll need to hire more help.  I talked to Paul about it, and he said he could run background.  I know you’ll want to check.”  She gave him a cheeky smile. 

Andy snorted.  “As long as Paul is on top of it, I’m fine baby.”  He slurped his noodles.  “God, I love when you cook.” 

“Well, I had to say thank you for that that thing you did last night.”  Rory’s cheeks flushed a light pink at her reminder.  Andy reached over and thumbed her cheek as she leaned into his touch.  As he finished, he leaned back in his chair and took his glass. 

“Sweetheart, can we talk about your friend?”

“Ransom?  What about him?”

Andy took her hand. “Now don’t be upset but I’m a little concerned with Drysdale showing up the way he did.” 

Rory sighed. “I am too. Ransom has always been a free spirit, trust fund or not.  He was the first person I met when I got here.  And when he left, it hurt.”  Rory squeezed his fingers.  “It would have taken a miracle to have gotten him back here.  Andy,” she frowned, “do you think…”

“I don’t know, love.  But I have my men looking into it, just in case.” 

Rory giggled and gave him a shy smile.  “You called me love.” 

Andy chuckled. “I did.”  He patted his lap, and she came over and sat.  “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”  She pecked his lips, and he flashed her a smile, that crooked smile that always made her weak in the knees. 

He pulled her close and kissed behind her ear before whispering…

“I think I’m in love with you.” 

Rory pulled back to look into her lover’s eyes.  They were bright, honest, the blue crystal clear.  This man, this mobster, this king, was in love with her.  Only she could bring him to his knees.  This orphan girl with only grandparents and a few friends in her life.  Andy looked tenderly at his girl, unable to read her expression in her brown, doe eyes. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his, molding to his, moving with a tenderness that set them both in a loving place. Andy held her in place, lacing his hand into her hair, the other on her back.  Her hands drifted to his chest.  She pushed back from the kiss, her lips swollen and wet from his kiss, her eyes dilated in passion.

“I think I’m in love with you too.”

Andy smiled big and pulled her back in for another kiss. After he pulled back, he reached for a box that was on a chair.  He opened it without showing Rory and took her right hand.  He slipped a ring onto her hand. Rory looked at it with curiosity. The platinum ring had a ruby heart with hands holding it in place and diamonds that decorated the band and crown on top of the heart.  It was beautiful and Rory gasped.  “Andy…”

“Sweetheart, this is a claddagh ring.  It’s an Irish tradition that a young lady receives this ring when she is of age.  Now when she is single, the point of the heart faces away from you on your right hand.” 

Rory looked down to see the ring on her hand the way he described.  She looked back at him.  “But when she is in a relationship with someone she loves,” he gently pulled the ring off and flipped it, sliding it back on, “the heart points towards you, signaling to the world that you are in love.”  He lifted her hand to kiss the ring on her finger. 

“Oh Andy,” her lip wobbled. “I love it so much.” 

“I just want the world to know that you’re my girl. I love you.” 

“I love you.” She moved to straddle his legs and kissing him all over his face.  She pulled back slightly.  “Think you could take me to bed?”

“Always sweetheart.”  He grasped her thighs and lifted her up, to her squeals. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he walked her upstairs. It wasn’t frantic, no, it was more.  Andy took his time, undressing his sweet girl, tasting all of her skin, listening to her sighs and moans.  “Baby, so gorgeous.  Are you mine?”

“Yours, love, all yours,” she moaned as Andy took her with his mouth.  He sucked gently on her little bundle of nerves, but she still bucked wildly from the sensation. 

“Easy, love. I’ll take care of you.”  He licked and sucked until she had fallen over the edge from her first orgasm and then licked into her until he got to drink her second. “I can’t get enough of you.” 

“Andy,” she whimpered. “Want you, please.” 

“You don’t have to beg, baby girl.”  Andy kissed up her body until he caged her in.  “Hmm, can’t decide if I want you below me or above me.” 

“I want you to take me baby.  Make me yours.” Rory raked her nails through his bread, around his neck and to his back, garnering a shudder through his body.

“Fuck,” he mumbled.  He grabbed her wrist and placed them over her head, as he used his knee to nudge her legs apart more. “I can’t deny what my baby girl wants.” He was slow and gentle, pushing into her, allowing her to adjust.  She arched her back at the motion, loving the stretch and fullness she was feeling. Andy moved his hips in slow, deep thrusts into her, relishing in her warmth.  “Always so warm and tight sweetheart.” 

“Andy, let me touch you,” she pleaded. “I need to touch you.” He released her hands, and they were immediately in his hair and back.  He sped up slightly, pulling a leg over his waist, hitting her special spot over and over.  She cried out, lost in the sensation. “Andrew,” she wailed. 

He could feel her, gripping his cock, not want him away from her. She was pulsing, almost there but not ready to let go until he told her too.  She knew to wait, God, she knew it was better when Andy commanded her to let go. Andy was almost ready to blow.  “Aurora, cum for me, “he commanded, an octave lower and sending Rory into a spin. 

“Andy!” She screamed at the walls of the room vibrated, her vision tunneling as she forgot to breathe.  There was nothing in this world that could make her stop sucking him in.  Andy just needed a few more snaps of his hips before he released everything, draining his balls into his love.  It had never been like this before.  Not with Laurie or anyone else. 

Andy knew for sure that she, she was the love of his life. 

 Across town, Lloyd sipped his whiskey. He twisted the ring on his pinkie. “Just one more day,” he muttered, watching the feed from Andy’s home.  He smiled at no one. Ready to take his girl.

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Steel

Pairing: criminal!Andy Barber x Reader

Length: 4.2K

Summary: You’ve had your sights set on Andy Barber for years and you’re determined to make Charlestown’s most dangerous criminal kingpin notice you—whatever it takes.

Warnings: drug use (cocaine), inappropriate use of a gun, explicit sex (oral, piv), degradation (Andy is a mean bastard), unprotected sex (wrap it up, kids!). 18+ only, no minors.

A/N: This is basically if Andy Barber was a bank robber from Charlestown and existed in the universe of The Town instead of being a rich lawyer from Newton. Laurie doesn't exist (as she shouldn't) and Jacob maybe exists as some unacknowledged bastard child of his. Basically just some criminal Andy smut (what is plot I don't know her). Also, I recommend reading Andy with a THICK Boston accent for the full experience ;)

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You know who he is. You know what he does. Everyone knows everyone in Charlestown, and Andy Barber isn’t exactly low profile. He gets a piece of every truck that gets jacked and every bank that gets robbed in Boston, just like his father before him. But while the old man got stupid and greedy and got himself locked up, Andy runs a much tighter ship. His body count is high—in more ways than one, if the streets are to be believed. But if there’s one thing you know for certain about Andy Barber, it’s that he’s a very dangerous man. You never could resist a bad boy, and Andy is as bad as they come.

He hasn’t been at the bar in a while but he’s here tonight. You would know; you’re always looking, waiting for the day when he’ll walk up to you oozing swag with that shit-eating smirk on his face. You see him looking at you sometimes, ogling your tits and your ass, but he never talks to you. Never talks to any of the girls, really. He doesn’t have to. He could have any woman in Boston on all fours with a single glance.

He’s always all business in the bar, sitting in the darkened corner with his crew, working out the next job with a laser focus. That’s the one thing about Andy Barber you can’t shake: behind that cold, hardened exterior, his mind is always racing. He’s always plotting his next move, always thinking about something. You want that something to be you. You’re always wearing a skirt that’s too short and heels that are too high and a shirt so tight your tits bust out like muffin tops. All of it for him, so he notices you, so he wants to take you home and fuck you so hard you can’t remember your own name.

Tonight you’re drunk and horny as fuck, and Andy looks good. He always looks good, but it’s summer in Boston and it’s like a swamp outside. He’s wearing a black t-shirt two sizes too small and that fucking chain of his—the one with the St. Christopher medallion on it that makes you think the most ungodly things. You can’t let yourself stare at his arms for too long. He’s all tatted up and rock-hard muscle. That’s what you think about at night, when you’re alone—the way his arms would look holding on to your hips as he fucked you, and all the ways you could get his blood pumping so hard you could see it throbbing in those veins that pop out of his forearms. Those veins. Those fucking veins. You start to feel it: the hot, damp sensation that usually follows any thoughts of him. The whiskey starts talking.

Fuck it.

He’s braced against the crowded bar and the outline of his perfect ass is calling to you. Tonight you’re answering that call, and your drink is empty besides. You sidle up to the bar, making sure your tits bounce a little harder as you squeeze in next to him. You look at him out of the corner of your eye. You know he noticed.

“Sorry,” you lie.

“Don’t be,” he replies.

He gives you the tiniest half-smile, his gaze lingering just long enough below your neck for you to know you’ve piqued his interest, and you feel a burst of confidence.

“Buy a girl a drink?”

As he shifts his hips to face you, you see the outline of the gun. You should be scared but you aren’t. It’s tucked away in his track pants, resting next to his other prominent bulge. You wish you could see more of it—maybe the ass-end of the grip poking out, lifting his shirt just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his chiseled stomach—but you make do with what you have. Just thinking about the gun has you crossing your legs to ease the throbbing below.

“Jamey neat, right?” he asks abruptly, like he’s doing you a favor; he has no idea how right he is.

You give him your most flirtatious smile and ask “How’d you know?” playing it off cool but inside you’re reeling.

“I’ve seen you in here,” he says. “Like I’m not gonna notice a girl looks like you drinking straight Irish whiskey?”

The bartender serves him immediately. Everyone knows you don’t keep Andy waiting. He slides the glass over to you and you thank him, and he chuckles low as you take it down in one gulp. He’s warming up to you. You know what’s on his mind now and you’re right there with him.

“Slow down, sweetheart. You got a long night ahead of you.”

You move in closer to him, so close you can feel the hard steel digging into your hip through his pants. His scent is more intoxicating than the whiskey—it’s musk and sweat and man and it sets your whole body buzzing. You reach into your shirt and flash him the small vial you have tucked away in your cleavage.

“Don’t worry about me, baby,” you say. “I got us a nice little pick-me-up.”

Andy takes down the rest of his whiskey and slams the glass down on the bar, smiling wickedly at you. He looks around before grabbing your ass and pulling you into him. His breath is hot and smells of booze and cigarettes as his gruff voice fills your ear..

“Meet me outside in 5,” he says. “Got some shit I need to wrap up in here.”

He eyes his crew in the corner booth—all very serious and scary looking men, but they all cow to him: Andy Barber, the King of Charlestown. You lean in close and speak against the shell of his ear, letting your lips graze his skin ever so slightly.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

The liquid courage is strong, and you’re enjoying playing cat-and-mouse with him even though he’s dangerous—maybe because he’s dangerous. He eyes you up and down, and you think for a second you may have overplayed your hand, but then he leans in close again, his scent making you dizzy, and practically growls in your ear.

“You’d wait all fuckin night for me, sweet tits, and you know it.”

By the time you make it out to the parking lot, your panties are soaked through. You light a cigarette and wait for him, thinking of all the things you want him to do to you. You’ve waited what seems like forever for this—ever since you were just a high school girl with hearts in your eyes, watching him roam the streets of Charleston with his crew like they owned the place (which they did). You’d spent years praying for just one night with Andy Barber, and you know you’ll do anything and everything he wants.

Andy finally comes out of the bar and makes his way to the car with that swag you can’t get enough of.

“Get in,” he says, his voice deep and commanding.

You hop in the passenger seat and tell him where your place is. It’s only a few blocks away but you can’t get there soon enough. He starts the car and reaches into his pants, pulling out the gun and handing it to you.

“Hold this, will ya?” he asks, but it’s not a question.

It’s heavier than you thought it would be. You’d never held a gun before and the weight of it in your hand is making you think about the weight of something else you’d rather be gripping. You almost don’t hear him when he snaps at you.

“Fuckin put it somewhere already. You got a purse or some shit?”

Your clutch purse is too small to hold the gun so you slide it up under your skirt. The feel of the cold steel against your thighs and the muzzle grazing that spot already hot and throbbing for him makes you shiver.

“You scared of it?” he asks, a smile playing at the corner of his lip.

“No,” you say, the word flying out of your mouth before you can think, and you know it’s a lie—you are scared of it, but the danger is turning you on so much you don’t even think twice. “Is it loaded?”

Andy laughs deep and shakes his head. “The fuck is the point of a gun that ain’t loaded?”

He speeds off toward your place, way over the limit and driving like he’s in the middle of a car chase. You’re sitting with a vial of coke in your bra and a loaded gun shoved up your skirt and you should probably be afraid but your mind is empty of all thoughts except getting him inside your apartment and letting him fuck you blind.

He parks in front of your building and turns to you, reaching up into your skirt and grabbing the gun. He smiles as he tucks it back in his pants.

“Mmm, nice and warm,” he says.

You just smile and exit the car, swinging your hips as you walk to the door. Once you’re both inside, you pull the vial out of your shirt and set it on the coffee table next to the mirror and the rolled-up twenty already in place. Andy tosses the gun on the table and grabs a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen, taking a hard swig and watching you as you cut a few lines. You’re standing with your back to him, bent over as you work. You know your ass is showing. You know he likes it.

You’re nearly done cutting the lines when you hear him approach you from behind. He runs two thick fingers from your clit up the crack of your ass, tracing the line of your thong, and you jump a bit, shaking the mirror and knocking some of the powder out of place. He hisses when he feels how wet you are already.

“Shit, girl. You’re ready for it.”

You turn to him and smile, motioning to the mirror. “Look what you made me do.”

He slaps your bare ass, hard. “Fuckin fix it then.”

You do as he asks and hand him the rolled-up twenty.

“Ladies first,” he says, but there is nothing gentlemanly about the look on his face.

You start to kneel to snort a line but he stops you.

“Do it standing up. I like the view.”

You bend over at the waist and he grabs your hips hard, pulling your bare ass into him. You can feel his cock, hard and thick through the thin fabric of his pants, as you take down the two thin lines you’ve cut for yourself. You snort back, savoring the drip before running a finger over the residue and gumming it. You hand him the twenty but he just shakes his head.

You look over your shoulder at him, your brow furrowed in confusion. “You don’t want any? It’s good shit.”

“Oh, I want some,” he says, and before you know what’s happening he grabs your shirt and rips it straight off you before unclasping your bra with one hand. “Lie down.”

You lie on the couch and he grabs the vial, tapping out a messy line across one of your tits. He forgoes the rolled-up bill and sticks his nose right up against your skin, snorting as much as he can off you before lapping up the rest. He takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks it hard, swirling his tongue around to lick up every bit of the blow before taking the bud between his teeth. He bites down with just enough force to make you cry out and growls before letting go.

“You want another?” you ask, breathless.

He licks his lips and looks at you, pupils blown wide, and says, “I think you want me to want another.”

He repeats his actions on the other side and by the time he’s through you are aching for him. When he brings his head up, his face and beard are dusted with white powder. You pull him back down to you and smile.

“Wouldn’t want this to go to waste,” you say, and you stick out your tongue and lick the residue from under his nose.

You slowly make your way to his lips and drag your tongue across the top then the bottom. His lips are slightly parted and he’s breathing hot and heavy against your mouth but he lets you do it. Finally, his patience runs out, and he grabs you hard by the hair, crashing his mouth into yours as he lays himself on top of you. You open your mouth up to him and he kisses you deep, his tongue swirling around yours as he reaches down between your legs. He pulls out of the kiss, dragging a little bit of your lower lip as he goes, and raises himself off you.

“Stand up,” he commands, and you’re on your feet almost before he gets the words out.

As soon as you’re upright, he reaches under your skirt, tears your panties off, and yanks your skirt down to your ankles, leaving you standing completely naked as he reaches down and runs his fingers hard and fast against your dripping cunt.

“So fuckin wet for me.”

You moan as he strokes you through the thin fabric of your thong, heart racing and brain empty of all thoughts but having him inside you.

“Give it to me, Andy,” you beg.

“What, this?” He spins you around to face him and puts your hand on his cock and you can feel it throbbing through his pants. “You want this fat fuckin dick, don’t you?”

You bite your lower lip and nod. He smiles and rips his shirt over his head, leaving just the gold medallion sparkling against his tattooed flesh. He’s so fucking cut and you can’t take your eyes off his muscles. You run your free hand over his rippling chest and he grunts when you dig your nails in a bit.

“Oh, I know how bad you want it,” he says, plunging two fingers inside you and pumping them hard and fast. “You think I don’t see you sniffin around me at the bar dressed like a fuckin whore? I could fuckin smell how much of a desperate little slut you are. You gonna be my dirty little cumslut?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Louder,” he growls. “Can’t hear you over the sound of this sloppy wet cunt of yours.”

He isn’t wrong, either. You’ve never been so wet and the sloshing sounds coming from his fingers’ relentless assault on your pussy are almost obscenely loud.

“Oh fuck. Fuck yes, lemme be your dirty little slut. I’ll do anything you want, Andy, please. Please fuck me.”

“That’s better.”

He removes his fingers and you feel so empty but it’s not for long. He pulls down his pants and boxers in one motion, and when his cock pops up and hits his stomach you lick your lips at the sight of it. It’s thick and veiny, just like those fucking arms of his, and all you want it to feel it in your throat.

He strokes himself a few times, licking his lips as he looks at you, before he barks his first command.

“Get on your knees and suck. I wanna hear you choke on it.”

You drop down and take him in your mouth with zero hesitation. No need to start off slow—you know what he wants and it’s certainly not teasing kisses and kitten licks. You take him in both hands and spit on his cock, working the bottom half while you prepare to take it all down—and there’s a lot of it to take. You’re almost ready to swallow him whole but Andy is impatient, and he grabs the back of your head and pushes himself into your throat with no warning. The numbness from the coke is helping, but you still gag. It’s what he wants though—to hear you struggle as he fucks the life out of your face—and so you hollow your cheeks and let him use and abuse you.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Such a dirty little cockslut. So fuckin hungry for it.”

Andy grabs your throat and squeezes, chuckling low as he feels himself inside it and listens to you struggle to breathe. You’re feeling dizzy now and you know you need air but you don’t try to fight him—you’d happily let him throat fuck you into unconsciousness. He’s not nearly done with you, though, and pushes you off of him, slowly stroking his length now absolutely dripping with your spit and laughing as you cough up a lung on the floor.

“Aww,” he says, voice dripping with mockery. “You had enough?”

You shake your head no, still in the grips of your coughing fit.

“You sure? Because if you think that was rough, you’re really in trouble.”

You manage to croak out, “I want it,” and he laughs again.

“And I’ll give it to you, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

He grabs you by your upper arms and yanks you off the floor before flipping you around and throwing you against the arm of the couch. He bends you over with a hard shove and spreads your legs with his knee. You know you should ask him to wear a rubber but you don’t because you want to feel all of him—raw and deep—and you already know you’ll let him cum inside you if he wants to. The possible repercussions are a problem for another day.

As you lay, spread open and waiting for him, you can’t help but look over at the gun sitting on the table, barrel pointed straight at you. He follows your gaze. He knows what you’re looking at. He moves toward the table and picks up the gun.

“You like this, don’t you?”

You nod. Your eyes dart between his cock and the gun and you flash a wicked smile at him. He knows what you want. You never knew you wanted it, but now it’s all you can think about. He moves back behind you and rubs his cock up and down your entrance. You push back into him, wanting him to fill you up and fuck you senseless. When you feel the cold steel touch the small of your back and move up your spine to the back of your head, you buck back even further and moan.

“You want it like this, don’t you, you crazy bitch.”

“God, yes. Please. Fuck me, Andy. Fuckin hold that gun to my head and wreck me.”

He pushes into you, slow at first, hissing as he feels you take him inch by inch. When he presses the gun hard to the back of your head you feel yourself gushing around his cock and he slams into you to the hilt.

“Christ, you’re tight. Expected a dirty fuckin whore like you to be all used up.”

He grabs your hip with his free hand, his rough fingers digging into your skin, and starts pounding you furiously. With each hard thrust, the barrel hits your skull and it hurts so good you could come just thinking about it. He brings his hand down hard across your ass a few times as he slams against you and the crack of his hand mingles with the sound of wet skin on skin echoing through the room. You love the way he grunts as his balls slap against you and you need to reach down and touch yourself.

“Yeah, play with your dirty little pussy while I fuck you.”

You move your fingers in quick circles around your clit as he quickens his pace and fucks you harder than you’ve ever been fucked. He takes his hand and grabs your breast, pulling you upright and keeping pace as he moves the gun from the back of your head to your temple. When you look down you can see those fucking veins in his arm and his muscles taut and straining as he fucks up into you. Your legs are jelly and you can barely stand so you reach one hand back and grab his ass for balance while you continue to work yourself. It’s juicy and muscular in your hand and you feel his muscles move under your grasp with each thrust.

“You like that, bitch?”

“Oh FUCK yes. Andy, fuck me with that big fat cock.”

He grunts and bites down hard on your shoulder as he continues to pound you mercilessly. You know it will leave a mark but you couldn’t care less. He grabs you by the hair and pulls your head all the way back so you’re looking up at him, his eyes full of lust and menace.

“You love this dick, don’t you?”

You whine and manage to squeak out a “yes,” and he starts moving even harder and faster than before, punctuating each vicious stroke with, “Take it. Take it. Take it.”

You’re right on the edge now but you don’t want to cum—not yet, not when you’ve finally got him balls deep inside you. You feel him press the gun harder into your temple and you speed up the pace of your fingers against your clit.

“You like this, too, don’t you?” he asks, and you hear him release the safety and cock it the gun.

You know there’s no holding back now and you cry out as you feel yourself start to let go. He can hear ir and he can feel it, and he grunts as he fucks you right to the edge, dripping sweat onto your back.

“Yeah, that’s it. Come all over my cock, you crazy bitch.”

“Oh fuck, Andy, I’m so close.”

“Come right fuckin now or I’ll blow a hole in your head.”

That does it. Your walls tighten and you cum so hard you’re almost seizing. He growls as he feels you clamp down on him and holds you in place as you ride it out. When you’re through you collapse over the arm of the couch and he tosses the gun away, placing both hands on your ass and squeezing so hard you know you’ll have bruises. His pace is relentless and when his thrusts grow erratic, you know he’s close. You look back at him over your shoulder. His forehead is creased with deep lines and his thick lips form an O as he puffs out air with each thrust. His chain is swinging in time with his rhythm, bouncing off his chest slick with sweat.

You can barely form words but you want it so bad you make your brain connect with your mouth and tell him, “Fill me up, Andy.”

“You want it, you dirty little cumslut? You want me to pump you full of it?”

“Fuck yes. Give it to me, Andy.”

“Oh, I’ll give it to you, you crazy fuckin bitch.”

“I want it. I fuckin need it.”

A few quick snaps of his hips and he’s cumming hard, head thrown back and eyes clenched shut. The noises coming out of him are animal and you know you can cum again just listening to it. You rub your clit the way you always do thinking of him and it brings you to a quick climax. He grunts and groans as you milk every drop from him, and he collapses onto you, sweaty and panting. He pulls out of you, still half hard, and you feel empty until he starts to fuck his cum back into you. It burns so good, and when he’s done, he leans back and admires his handiwork as you clench and squeeze enough out to put on a show.

Finally, when he’s satisfied, he stands up and wipes himself clean with your discarded shirt before heading to the bathroom. You grab the whiskey off the table and drink straight from the bottle, lounging on the couch naked and basking in the afterglow with the bottle between your legs. When he comes back, he looks at you and laughs before dressing himself. You just watch, mesmerized by his body and too fucked out to speak. When he’s fully dressed, he grabs the gun off the table and kneels beside you on the couch. He runs the cold steel muzzle from your temple down to your chin and you smile wide as you stare him down. He just shakes his head.

“You’re fuckin dangerous,” he says with a wicked smile. “But so am I, and don’t you forget it.”

There’s an unspoken agreement in it—this is a one-time thing—but you know you won’t let it go. He’s ruined you for all other men, and now that you’ve had a taste of what Andy Barber can do, you’ll do anything to have it again. You know you’ll go back to the bar, you know you’ll stalk him all over the city if you have to, and you know it will make him angry. But you’re willing to take whatever punishment he sees fit to give you. After all, every king needs a queen.

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PUPPY LOVE

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Word Count:  1.5 K

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Valentine shoes and surprises, lovers quarrel, angst, longing, begging, kitchen sex, pleasurable pain, nipple play (f receiving) fingering, raw sex, p in v, oral sex (f receiving) Daddy kink.

A/N: Based on this ask. Based on my Candy Hearts Valentine Prompt List found Here. Hope you like it @flordeamatista​ 💕

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You’d insisted on making dinner yourself, telling Andy that you would wear the heels that he couldn’t resist presenting you this morning after you gave him his holiday deep throat special.

But by the time he’d left, both of you were tense again after your request and his refusal. A small squabble that ruined the holiday mood. He was adamant and you were out of the practice of hearing him say no.

By the end of the day, however, you were in a different mood.

You answered the door in your pink ruffled apron, the red heels, your red heart necklace…and nothing else.

Andy stepped inside and you took his briefcase and handed him a drink.

His eyes swept over you, from your nipples through the sheer material, down your torso to the patch of hair above your pubis.

Andy squinted to see that the normal triangle was shaved into a heart shape.

He was rock hard, and all in the span of 30 seconds. He took a drink.

“Hello, Princess.”

Since you’d taken him back, you’d gone from Muffin to Princess. Andy treated you like royalty now.

Except for this morning.

“Hello Drew.”

You moved close and kissed him on the cheek. The sight of you and now your scent was heady stuff, and Andy closed his eyes as he inhaled when you came near. He wasn’t ready to lose control yet.

“How was your day?”

You murmured up at him and your gloss bombed lips mesmerized him. He thought back to the morning and he pulsed in his pants.

Only you.

Andy sighed.

“Doesn’t matter now. All that matters is you, in that outfit. Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.”

You stepped back and turned around slowly, the back was even better than the front, the heels made your calves pop and that ass was moisturized and ready for his lips. The ties to the apron hung between your cheeks and Andy took a shaky breath. His eyes traced up your spine to your shoulder blades and neck, to your profile as you stood demurely with your eyes cast down, your chin parallel to your shoulder.

For a second, Andy thought he was going to faint. Damn, you were fine. And Andy was a full on simp for you.

Andy waited a beat so that the vision of him grabbing the back of your neck and bending you over the couch would subside. He reached for your hand and brought it to his mouth, tenderly kissing it.

He saw the little shiver that created and he smiled, his lips lingering on your skin.

Yes. This was better than just fucking you right now. He wanted to savor this as long as he could. Which wouldn’t be long.

“H-happy Valentines Day Drew. Dinner is ready. Take off your coat.”

Andy thrilled at your reaction, worrying all day that you would change your mind about coming back to him.

He was quietly giddy.

You turned around and reached up, but Andy’s hands on your waist prevented you from taking his jacket off. You craved this man in shirtsleeves and his shoulders made you want to lay down on the floor and hold your legs behind your head, but you just swallowed and looked up into his cerulean blues. You felt his eyes on your breasts and saw his tongue peek out onto his lips.

Damn. You needed him, but you weren’t going to be the one to break first.

You stared each other down until he let you go and took his jacket off. You took it from him and Andy watched as you walked over to the hall closet to hang it up.

He also watched as the hanger dropped to the floor and you bent over, legs straight, ass presented as you retrieved it.

You heard his stifled moan and turned around just in time to see him trying to smooth down the impressive bugle in his pants. You wanted the feel of the smooth skin of his cock on your lips, but you said nothing.

You walked to the kitchen, telling him what was for dinner over your shoulder.

Andy downed the rest of his drink, took off his tie and rolled up his sleeves.

You were at the sink, washing the spinach for a salad when you saw his bare forearms. You stared and dropped the knife as he approached you.

You looked up to the pure lust on his face as he got nearer. Everything on your body was anticipating this moment, your nipples rock hard and aching, your stomach flipping, your pussy weeping rivulets down your thighs.

Andy stood still as he waited for you to say the word.

Any word would do.

“Drew, I…”

Andy was on you like a flash, lifting you up after swiping the other salad ingredients into the sink.

His fingers dug into your sides as he slotted his slim hips between your legs.

“You don’t understand what you do to me…”

Andy gritted it out between kisses and nips on your neck and cleavage as he hurriedly untied the apron and tore it from between you. He grabbed both nipples and pinched them until you keened into his mouth which was now on yours.

“D’you feel it? That beautiful pain? S’how I feel whenever I see you. Need to be inside you…”

You nodded, head thrown back now as two of Andy’s fingers and his thumb were fucking you open as his other hand undid his pants and stroked his cock.

“Please please please please…”

You held onto his shoulders and begged him until he lined up and pushed inside you. It hurt so good.

“Ow… Andrew…. Fuck that feels so good.”

You whispered and throbbed with him as his cock immediately started pumping on its own as he felt the warm tight inside of you.

“Shit.”

Andy had to move, to chase this high, and to make you cum soon because he was more than halfway gone.

“Princess, Fuck. I love you. I’m sorry about earlier. I love you, I love you… holy shit.”

“I’m sorry too, Drew. I was a brat.”

“You’re my fucking brat…”

Andy pulled your ass off the counter and into his hands as he laid you down on the cold white marble. He watched your glazed eyes as he pounded you and had to open his mouth to breathe as you grabbed your bouncing breasts. You looked like heaven served up to him.

“Yessss. Circle your clit, Princess. Need you to cum so bad. You’re squeezing me so tight.”

You did as you were told and as he watched your pink tipped fingernails, and he saw the cream around his cock, his balls released all the stored up energy from the day.

“Hold on, Fuckkkkkkk.”

Andy started pounding you and the wet slapping sound reverberated off the walls.

You relished his cum face all screwed up and concentrating on giving you all that good good.

“Yes, Drew, give me all your cum, Daddy.”

Andy groaned as he spurted his spend into you. Then, he pulled out and deposited some onto the fur heart between your legs. Before you got a chance to breathe, he got down on his knees and ate it off until you came again, screaming and grabbing his hair in your chef’s kitchen.

You were dizzy as you stood up, still in the heels, and starting to look at the mess you’d made in the kitchen.

“No. Don’t worry about it,” Drew was behind you and kissing your neck. “Go get in the shower, I will clean up down here.”

You smiled at his deep voice in your ear.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Andy smiled at your hoarse voice and watched you as you climbed the stairs. He winked as you looked back at him and sprang into action.

30 minutes later, you came back down in your pink velour pjs and saw that Drew was dressed in a t-shirt and grey sweats, the kitchen was clean, and the salad was made. He’d also pulled the roast out of the oven.

He pulled out a chair for you.

“Madame.”

You smiled as his eyes twinkled at you.

You sat down to a lovely dinner and wine with laughter and good conversation. Afterwards, you sat down on the couch to watch your favorite romcom as Andy cleaned up. Then he walked toward the garage door.

“Have to let you know about the other woman, Princess.”

You were confused until you heard the whine and sat straight up to see an adorable puppy licking your man.

That bitch.

“Oh! She’s so cuteeee!”

You ran over to Andy and took her from him, and she started kissing you too. You were thrilled that Andy relented from his stance that morning.

“I promise that I will get up and walk her every morning, Drew.”

Andy shook his head, not believing you, but not caring anymore because seeing you happy was worth early mornings in the Boston cold.

“Sure, Princess. Let’s get her gear, her crate and her care things are in the garage. She has an appointment to get spayed next week.”

“Oh I love you Drew!”

“Love you too, Princess. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

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The Lonely Hearts Club: Part One

Summary: You decide to press pause on your relationship with Andrew Barber. Too bad your hotshot attorney of an ex-boyfriend doesn't understand the meaning of the word. Takes place directly after the events in Photo Shoot Faux Pas. Read Part Two!

Warnings: Angst, Break-ups, Cursing, Andy Being a Menace, Insecure Reader, Eventual Smut, Manhandling, Punishments, Minors DNI

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! This multi-part fic will feature a combination of requests from the likes of @writer84, @lexivass, @moejdaw, as well as several other anonymous readers. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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“Come on, girl. You can do this.”

“Yeah, but maybe…” You trail off as you approach Andy’s front door. Fishing the key out of your pocket, you insert it into the lock. Thanks to your shaking hands, it actually takes a few seconds longer than it probably should. “Maybe I oughta wait.”

“Babe.” Your friend blows out a breath, the noise coming across the other line like static. “We’ve been over this like a dozen times already. Today is just another day; it’s no different from any other.” 

Your friends had been quick to remind you that Valentine’s Day didn’t really matter. At its core, it was nothing more than a cheap gimmick big corporations used to upsell mediocre chocolate and subpar rom-coms. Right?

“I know, I know.” There really wasn’t much more you could say beyond that. Not after the two of you had painstakingly broken down every detail of this very scenario just last night. During which time you also managed to consume several bottles of wine. 

You’d been all up in your feelings from the moment you’d arrived at your best friend’s house. And Sara had spent a good hour sitting with you on her living room floor, gently rocking you back and forth while you quietly sobbed into her sweater. 

Andy hated it when you cried. But when you did, he was always so good at using his big body to comfort you – to calm you down. He’d been the one that you’d really wanted last night. You’d been so tempted to call him, even before the alcohol had started flowing. 

However, all your girls had said “no”. And when they couldn’t get you to listen to reason, they’d instructed Sara to remove the temptation by swiping your phone and hiding it away. At the time you’d been highly upset. But now you were grateful for their interference. Because this was something you had to do. 

Provided that you could make yourself stick with the fucking plan.

“Are you in yet?” Sara asks, her voice briefly snapping you back into the present.

“I am. I–I’m just gonna leave it on the table. Along with the muffins.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you brace for the sound you’re pretty sure is about to viciously assault your eardrums in three…two…one…

Here it comes.

“YOU BOUGHT HIM FUCKING MUFFINS?!” She screeches, her tone rife with stunned exasperation. “Are you being serious right now?!”

Yes, you did that. It didn’t seem right to just drop the note and run. At least not without leaving a little something else to go with it, apparently in the form of cinnamon spice crunch.

“Don’t judge me, bitch. This shit is hard enough as it is.” You growl into the receiver, setting the box of delicious smelling baked goods onto his kitchen counter. “I just wanna make sure he has something to tide him over until we – until we, um…” Gripping the edge of a chair, you force yourself to take a series of deep breaths.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby.” Your friend immediately backpedals. But it doesn’t matter. It’s not like you can hear her anyway over the sound of the distant roaring in your ears. “I know this is hard, honey. But you’ve got to pull it together.” 

This whole thing was making you feel ill. 

Fuck! Like it or not, she was right. The last thing you wanted to do was start crying again. Because you knew if you allowed yourself to break down here, it would be impossible to stop. And that’s exactly where you could not afford to let Andrew Stephen Barber to find you right now.

Standing in the middle of his kitchen, openly crying. Desperately wanting to be held by the one man who had the power to shatter you into a million glittering pieces with nothing more than a simple touch.

And while that might seem a bit dramatic, it also didn’t make it any less true. Which meant that you needed to get out there, fast. You couldn’t allow yourself to forget that you really did have somewhere else to be. Standing up straight, you tuck Andy’s house key into the folded up piece of paper and then place it on top of the muffins.

Time to go. 

Turning on your heel, you make a beeline for the exit. Hopefully you’d feel better once you were on the road. As you leave, you make a mental note to worry about everything else later. Until then, you just had to focus on the now.    

“Fuck!” You hiss as the door slams closed behind you. 

“What? Is Andy home? Did he –” You cut her off, feeling frustrated even as the sickly-sweet taste of regret threatens to claw its way up your throat. 

“No. I just forgot to grab that stupid fucking album is all.” With a huff, you jog over to your car. “And it’s not like I can go back in for it or anything since I left him his key. Fuuuuck!” You close the driver’s side door before turning on your vehicle and putting it in gear.

“Girl, who gives a shit!” Sara snorts, clearly relieved that your activities weren’t interrupted. “Look at it this way, whether you like it or not, you just gave that ungrateful bastard something to remember you by.”

Good point, Sara. That’s exactly why she had been designated as your emotional support person for this entire emotionally draining escape. 

“True.” Time to focus on the road. If traffic cooperated, you had just enough time to get yourself to your next destination without risking getting a ticket.

Not that that mattered much anymore. The days of anyone giving a shit about your potentially reckless activities were most likely a thing of the past. Oh well. You looked forward to no longer having to stock up on aloe. Yeah, the price of that stock was about to go way down. 

A tiny giggle bubbles up, escaping before you can stop it. 

“Are you okay, Y/N? I know that was rough back there, but I really think you did the right thing. Plus, I’ve been updating everyone on the group chat, and they all agree.” You resolve to check the thread later so that you can provide everyone with an update.

See that Andy Bear? This whole damned thing had been workshopped from start to finish. You can’t possibly accuse me of being impulsive now. You let out another burst of laughter, this one sounding a touch more hysterical than the last.  

“Also, Rhea really wants to know where you got those friggin’ muffins…”

“Tell her I’ll message her with the name of the bakery later.” You merge onto the highway as you head towards downtown. “Thanks for all your help today, Sara. Couldn’t have done it without you girls.”

“Hey boo – you know we love Andy’s fine ass. We just happen to love your ass a hell of a lot more. Now drive safe and text us when you land.” You know she’s telling the truth. All of your girls were pretty darn fond of your man, but you were their girl first. And their loyalty was to you.

Something for which you were exceedingly grateful.

“You got it – talk soon.” 

You end the call before settling in for the remainder of the drive. Not wanting to be alone with your thoughts, you quickly decide to turn on the radio – only to be surprised when Mariah Carey’s “We Belong Together” begins playing over the speakers.

“Wow.” You whisper with a shake of your head. “That is so not fair.”

Sometimes the gods possessed a real fucked up sense of humor.

Your bottom lip quivers as the lyrics hit home, hot tears blurring your vision. You let out an audible sniffle before dashing at them with your sleeve. But you don’t change the station. And you no longer try to stem the flow. Instead you finally give yourself over to the pain that was your heart breaking – piece by piece.

You’d talk to Andy in a couple of weeks. He’d give you space. He’d give you time. And if he didn’t want to work things out when it was all said and done…then you would have to find a way to live without him. And you would find a way.

But first, you had a plane to catch. And then you were gonna get yourself a margarita and – no – scratch that.

Make that a bottle of tequila.   

___

Five hours later…

Andy shoulders his way into his house from the garage, absentmindedly toeing off his shoes as he sorts through his mail. 

Bill. Bill. Junk. A Postcard from his Dentist. Another bill. And more junk.

With a grunt, he tosses the stack of unwanted papers onto the table. And then he spies the pink box resting on the counter. A smile curves its way across his handsome lips when he realizes that you must’ve stopped by at some point during the day. 

But he does find it rather odd that you wouldn’t have let him know. Sure, it was Valentine’s Day, but the two of you weren’t supposed to get together until this weekend. 

Still smiling, Andy makes his way over to the box of treats, humming a little tune as he goes. While he had a feeling something was going on with you lately, he’d simply chalked it up to stress. But he also knew that once he got you in his bed and settled himself between those gorgeous thighs, it was only a matter of time before he’d have you speaking in tongues…

Which would hopefully lead to you spilling your pretty little guts. So that he could finally try to fix whatever it was that kept making you seem so sad.  

He picks up the note, his head tilting to the side as he tries to make sense of the meaning behind your interesting dessert choice. Confused, he decides to read your message. With a sigh, he unfolds the piece of paper. Only to be caught off guard when a key falls out and onto the surface below, the sharp clatter making him jump.

“What the fuck?” He snarls as his eyes quickly scan the tear-stained piece of paper. “No. Oh no, baby girl…fuck no…” 

He could not fucking believe what he was reading. 

Andrew grips the edge of the counter as his legs threaten to give out underneath him. However, it’s not until the fourth reread that it all finally clicks into place.

You'd just tried to break-up with him. On fucking Valentine’s Day of all fucking days. But if you thought that leaving him a “Dear John” letter and a box of muffins before running off to god-knows-where was going to be the end of it, then well…the joke was on you. Because there was no way in hell he was ready to let you go. At least not without one hell of fight. 

"Alright." A dark chuckle escapes as he crumples the note in fist. Part of him wished that he still carried a lighter so that he could go outside and burn your fucking letter. “But make no mistake, sweetness, we’re not done here.”

However, Andrew Barber could be patient until he saw you again. He’d give you a couple days to get your mind right. But when he found you – and he would – he wasn’t going to stop until he had you back in his life and in his bed, right where you fucking belonged. 

You could count on that shit.

END

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

One Night🌙8

Warnings: noncon sexual acts (fingering)

This is dark!Andy Barber and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: One night changes your entire life.

for @kittykatlow​‘s 200 Follower Celebration

Note: Alright, We’ve got more Andy! And hopefully i can get some more writing done.

Hope you enjoy it. Thank you. Love you guys!

Please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

You stepped into the cafe, the familiar smell of espresso and chai filled your nostrils. Andy caught the door behind you and let the bells jingle as it closed. You glanced back at him and he smiled. You shook your head and he sat at the round table for two that peered out the marquee window. You sighed and continued across the coffee shop.

You lifted the door as you slipped behind the counter, Taylor gave you a dark look as you headed for the back room. Your manager, Rachel was placing pans onto racks as the ovens glowed warmly behind her. She stopped as she took a breath and flinched in surprise.

“Hey,” She closed the oven and fixed her hairnet. “It’s your day off.”

“Yeah,” You said glumly. “Um, I know you’re busy but… I figured it was better to come in than do this over the phone.”

“Do what?” She blinked.

“Um, well, I spent Friday night at the hospital. I’m well but the doctor has recommended that I avoid stress, namely he advised that I take a leave of absence from this job until I am… better.” You hesitated. “But I don’t want to put you in a worse spot than I already am. I can finish out the rest of the schedule but I wouldn’t be able to do any lifting and… I am quitting. Seeing as I’m not even done probation, I figured it’s easiest for both of us.”

“Oh,” She sniffed. “Are you… alright?”

“Yeah, it’s… a long story,” You said. “So, I can still come in. Work cash. Until the next pay cycle. If that’s okay with you?”

“Of course, yeah,” She looked disappointed. “Sad to see you go, either way. Thanks at least, for the consideration.”

“I’m real sorry.”

“Ah, don’t be,” She grinned. “Most of the employees are students. Half the time, the schedule means nothing.”

“Alright, well, thanks,” You backed up towards the door. “I’ll see you… tomorrow.”

“Yep,” She turned and rolled the rack back. “If Taylor’s not busy, can you get her to come get the muffins on your way out?”

“Sure,” You nodded and left her to her work. 

Taylor was with a customer and you figured even if you told her, she wouldn’t listen anyway. You stepped out from behind the counter and Andy stood as you neared.

“Coffee smells good. Want a decaf?”

“No,” You ignored him for the door and he hurried to follow after you.

“So, you quit?” He asked as he caught up.

“Yeah, end of the week and I’m done,” You muttered. “Happy?”

“No, not really,” His hand went to the small of your back as you neared the car. “I will be when you’re home, healthy, relaxing.”

“Andy…” You stopped suddenly as he reached for the car door. He looked at you, his blue eyes stormy. You forced down what you wanted to say and shrugged. “I’m tired.”

You turned and he opened the door. You slumped into the seat and buckled your belt. He shut the door softly and rounded the front of the car. You peered out at the side mirror and stared at the cafe sign. What was one more loss?

🌙

Back at the house, you retreated to the guest room. The door was broken and so you propped it shut with the tote you’d packed on that chaotic night. You read for a while but couldn’t focus. You gave up and sighed as you neared the door.

Andy was gone. He had work and you were grateful at least for the respite. You went downstairs and on the large flat screen across from the couch. It had rarely been used since your arrival. Andy always seemed to be poring over files or some magazine, if not fretting over every single move you made.

You found Netflix among the apps and it was already signed into Andy’s account. You didn’t take him for the type but you supposed everyone needed a bit of mindless bingeing. His feed was filled with documentaries and gritty dramas. You spread out across the couch as you turned on an all sitcom and set the remote on the side table.

Your back had been achy all day and you felt terribly bloated. Maybe that wasn’t bloating. You propped your head up on a cushion and looked down at your stomach. You were starting to show. You were starting to feel it. Your breasts were tender, a little bit bigger even. You turned on your side and tried not to think of how helpless you felt.

You stared at the screen and barely paid attention to the twenty-minute plots. You’d seen it all before. You yawned and tucked your hand under the cushion as you bent your legs and sank into the couch further. It wasn’t long before you were asleep, lost in the chaos of your worries, waking and otherwise.

You woke up to your name, called softly from above you. You turned onto your back and opened your eyes lazily. Andy leaned on the back of the couch as he watched you. You blinked and looked at the dulled screen of the television; ‘Are you still watching?’ You glanced back at him as he said your name again.

“You okay?” He asked and you slowly sat up. He pushed himself away from the couch and came around, placing his briefcase in the arm chair.

“Yeah, I must’ve dozed off,” You grabbed the remote and turned off the television. “I’ll go upstairs and--”

“Stay.” He grabbed your shoulder and kept you from standing as you dropped your legs over the edge of the couch. “I’m going to make dinner. I just wanted to know what you wanted.”

You squinted at him and sat back with a shrug. You didn’t have the energy to argue with him. “Up to you.”

“You sure you’re alright?” He asked.

“You sure you are?” You countered.

He clicked his tongue and exhaled loudly. “Yeah. You know, I can be an asshole but I’m not inherently one.”

“Sure.” You flicked the tv back on. “You don’t have to make dinner--”

“I want to.” He said. “You need to relax. That’s your job. Mine is to make sure you do just that.”

He sat beside you as you pressed play and put the remote down. You avoided looking at him as you leaned forward anxiously.

“How are you feeling?” He shifted closer. “In the book, it said you might be having back pain; hip pain? How’s your nausea?”

You grimaced at him and shook your head. “You don’t need to worry that much, Andy. Really. I feel fine.”

“You were in the hospital only days ago. I need to worry,” He reached over and touched the small of your back. “You need to let me worry. Let me help.”

He curled his fingers under the bottom of your tee shirt and caressed your skin. You tried to shimmy away and he caught your hip.

“Come on. Just a back rub.” He urged. “It’ll help with the tension and the pain.”

“I’m fine.” You insisted as you crossed your arm.

“You gotta start working with me,” He huffed. “I’m just doing what the doctor told me to.”

“I’ll just get a heating pad.” You edged forward on the couch, ready to retreat to the guest room.

“No,” He caught your elbow as you tried to stand. “Here,” He slid back on the couch and spread his legs. “Sit. Humour me.”

You bit your tongue and shook his hand away from your arm. You stood and inched in front of him. You sat tentatively on the edge of the couch and he grabbed your waist as he pulled you closer. You went rigid and he squeezed just slightly.

“Give a little,” He muttered. You hung your head as his hands glided up the back of your arms and settled on your shoulders. “Let me know if I’m too rough… I haven’t done this in a while.”

He began to knead, gently. He ran his thumb up your neck and sent a shiver along your spine. It felt good despite your reluctance. You let out a quiet moan. You clamped your lips shut and his hands pressed more firmly. You gripped your knees as you eased into his touch. 

He got further down and you found it harder not to make noise. He continued to massage you as you leaned back without thinking. You hummed and your hand went to his knee. He lifted the hem of your shirt and began to knead your flesh, his fingertips pushing into your hips.

“See, not that bad,” He said as his hot breath tickled your scalp.

“No…” You let out a crackly whisper.

His right hand slid around your front and spread over your stomach. His other trailed up your back and he traced the line of your shoulder blade with his thumb.

“Andy,” You touched his hand as he held your stomach.

He was quiet for a moment and he hugged you to him as he snaked his other arm around you and felt your small bump with both hands.

“You’re starting to show,” He purred. 

“I’m bloated,” You wriggled against him as heat pricked at your skin.

“Mmm,” He nuzzled your hair and slowly bent over you. “Mine. My baby.”

“Andy,” You grasped his wrist. “Let me go.”

He didn’t as he buried his head in your neck and his lips grazed your skin. You trembled as he dragged his fingertips along the top of your pants and he picked at the elastic waist of your weathered sweats. His other hand stayed on your stomach as he kissed your neck.

“Stop.” You caught his hand and he brushed you away, slipping beneath the elastic of your pants and past your panties. “Andy--”

His other hand left your bump and he let your shirt fall. He covered your mouth as he pulled you closer. He smothered you with his palm and your eyes rounded as he spread your cunt with two fingers and flicked his middle finger over your clit. You whimpered into his hand as he did it again, sending sparks along your thighs.

“Relax,” He growled. “Just… relax.”

He rubbed you firmly with his finger and you grabbed his knees as a tide rolled over you. His finger glided down your folds, already wet, and he poked inside of you as the heel of his hand pressed against your bud. His cologne sank into your nostrils as you breathed heavily into his hands. 

You arched your back as he pushed another finger into you and curled them. His teeth nipped at your neck and you shook as the pressure built at the crux of his touch. He moved his fingers in and out of you, dragging them against your wall and adding to the whirlwind.

He rocked his whole hand as he squeezed and pressed down on that sacred spot inside. You gulped and pushed your head back against his shoulder. His palm slid from your lips and he hooked his fingers in the collar of your shirt.  

Your thighs clenched his hand as you spasmed and writhed hungrily in his embrace. Your eyes rolled back and closed. Your dusky moans floated in the air and peaked in a squeal as you came. He slowed as you succumbed to your orgasm.

He sat back with you against him. He drew his fingers out of you and rested his hand over your vee, a cloud of warmth trapped beneath it. You gulped and your head lolled along his shoulder.

He shifted behind you and you felt his bulge against you. He let out a groan and inhaled deeply.

“Are you relaxed now?” He leaned his head against yours. 

Your lashes fluttered as your mind cleared. You shakily reached down and tore his hand from your sweats. You stood, dizzily, and turned on him. You adjusted the elastic waist of your pants and stumbled backwards as he sat forward. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them with a purr.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” You hissed.

“You liked it.” He said bluntly.

“That… doesn’t matter. I told you--” You stepped back as he stood. “Andy.”

“Don’t work yourself up.” He lunged at you and grabbed your arm. “I’m only doing what the doctor recommended.”

“Get off of me.” You tried to rip your arm away as he angled you back to the couch.

“Lay down,” He gritted through his teeth. “Now.”

“Andy!”

He slapped your ass and shoved you against the sofa. You fell onto the cushions on your knees and turned to look back at him. He crossed his arms and tilted his head.

“I want you to sit down and watch some tv as I go cook our dinner.” He said firmly. “And then we will sit together, nicely, and eat.” He raised his eyebrows dangerously. “Like a good mommy and daddy.”

You winced and gaped at him. You nodded slowly and he dropped his hands as he shook his head. He backed away and shrugged out of his stiff jacket and slung it over his bag on the chair. He spun back to you as he loosened his tie.

“Grilled chicken?” He asked. Your eyes followed his left hand as he quickly stuffed it in his pocket. “Sound okay?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You answered numbly, not entirely sure of what he’d asked you. 

He nodded and left you. You listened to his leather shoes as they met the tile of the kitchen floor and cupboards opened and shut noisily. You ran your fingers along your cheek and leaned your head back to stare at the ceiling.

Andy wasn’t wearing his ring. For the first time since you’d met him. When you met him at the bar, you’d been too drunk to notice but he’d never been without it. When he was thinking, he often turned it on his finger with his thumb. But it was gone and that felt… wrong.

[achubbydumpling]

I keep thinking about an Evans character that isn't Steve possibly "going to seed" (i.e., Andy Barber really rocking the dad bod, or even Ransom getting a belly). Do you have any thoughts?

what is this, anon? hm? are you trying to kill me? because omg ahhhh dad bod Andy, Ransom with a Belly?? and you ask me if I have thoughts? I'M HAVING THOTS!!! (I haven't seen Chris in anything else so I'm going with just those two)

⚠ loooooong ramble ahead

ok ok let's start with dad bod Andy

maybe his metabolism just slows down a bit with age

his sedentary job

some stress eating

that new bakery across the street with the ~cute barista~ (are we thinking x reader? Ransom? a Seb character?)

whatever caused it, there's suddenly a layer of fat accumulating on Andy's middle

oh something more like a beer belly

all those late movie nights and all that beer late at night

maybe it just barely brushes the tops of his thighs when he sits down

nice and round and firm

rounds out underneath all his shirts and pulls them tight against his belly

maybe he doesn't notice at first, his slacks are getting uncomfortably tight and all his dress shirts are gaping at the buttons, but he's too stressed lately to focus on anything else really

and then he's sitting in that coffee shop again after he's already eaten lunch and he's drinking a caramel latte and eating a huge cinnamon roll as an afternoon snack

he's shifting around and arching his back to get comfortable, but that just pushed his belly more against his shirt and suddenly he hears this ping

and when he looks down there's suddenly a gut sitting in his lap and his button down is gaping over the widest part of it

how did he not notice gaining weight?

but when he looks around if anyone saw him pop that button, he catches the barista's eye across the room

and they come around to Andy's table and put down a chocolate muffin wrapped in a napkin with the barista's number on it

(oh God sorry this is already so long, but somehow I've never though of dad bod Andy, ugh straining the seams of those tailored suits, ohh throwing around that new weight when he gets angry, his thick waist giving him an even more imposing figure 🤤)

Let's get to Ransom thots though!

that boy did not grow up knowing any boundaries, just surrounded by abundance, excess and indulgence

multiple course meals for every dinner

is it even dinner if you don't have at least hors d'oeuvre, appetizer, main course, and dessert?

private chefs available around the clock to cook up whatever he was craving

feeling peckish? have some antipasti: olives, peperoncini, mushrooms, artichoke hearts and bread dunked in olive oil

the Drysdales don't just eat at midday, they lunch

breakfast doesn't exist, they're too preoccupied with looks to eat when they can't show off, it's boozy brunch over business dealings

vanity is the only reason Ransom hasn't porked up yet

but the constant dieting and over-exercising has sparked a gnawing hunger inside him, a craving to finally give in and eat his fill

and when he finally gets over that eternal dating phase and puts a ring on someone?

his well-maintained physique is gone in a heartbeat, his abs are basically gone after the wedding night

a married man doesn't need to draw any looks anymore

it's a happy coincidence that his partner likes Ransom's weight gain as well, because he surely wouldn't have gone back to dieting even if they hadn't

he has to retire that big, white sweater from the movie within barely two months

Ransom doesn't just eat until he's satisfied

his greed extends into his eating habits as well

after he experiences it for the first time, he always eats in utter excess until he is completely full

stomach aching, squirming in his seat, stiffling burps and cradling his distented belly

it looks ridiculous at first, a round ball of food tacked to his front

but his body quickly catches up that little overstuffed belly

he slows down a bit once he finally thinks he's caught up on all those years of denying himself

but a good 50lbs have settled on his body at that point

all wide and heavy, plush fat and soft rolls

ohhh I imagine he'd have the softest under belly, all velvety smooth, striped with stretch marks, but Ransom would take care to use lotion on them every day

and in the metaphorical sense too, he mellows out a bit when he's not constantly hangry and two seconds from a binge

he's still an abrasive asshole on the outside most of the time, but you actually get to see his softer side

and even though your marriage was mostly for each of your families' sake you actually fall for each other

getting very "just the two of you against the world"-vibes, very "mob boss and mafia wife" :D

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

How do you think various Chris Evans character, and Mr. Evans himself, would react to having an S/O loving, and being good at baking?

This sounds like a All In One type of deal!! Here’s a couple of his characters who I think will enjoy their s/o’s baking.

Blurbs for: Chris Evans, Steve Rogers, Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber, Colin Shea, Frank Adler, and Ari Levinson.  

Warnings: Language, Fluff

Chris Evans

Chris Evans may be a treat guy. He loves when you bake, especially making treats. You’ve made a lot of good pastries and he really loves your cookies or muffins. You’re a good cook, so Chris knows you are good with baking. Sometimes you’ve made a cake for his birthday and it wasn’t much but he loved it. It was simple and sweet.

He loves when he wakes up or walks in to the smell of cookies or cupcakes. In the morning, sometimes you make muffins. He loves those. And they’re always made out of love. You’d say Chris eats almost all of them in one day. You try out new recipes, do bread and brownies. Oh, how he loves your brownies. There are so many things you can make that Chris didn’t know exist and be in Heaven. He’s just glad to have you in the house to make him special.

And you love to see his reactions with your own treats.

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Steve Rogers

What a perfect gif to use for an innocent little blurb of baking! 

Steve is always the one to offer to cook you dinner but you love baking for fun. Whether you had powers or not, you had the skill of putting the whole Avengers under a sugar rush and food coma. You can offer the villains some cookies and they’d say thank you and go to jail. Steve loves watching you bake in the kitchen, especially at night.

He sits at the island and watches you read off the instructions on your phone with your sleeves rolled up and flour all over your shirt. He’s sometimes your taste-tester too. He is always your security guard. It’s not safe when you got the team going for the batter-covered spoon and make a mess in the kitchen. Sometimes Wanda joins you and bakes with you. 

Steve loves the smell of your baking, he enjoys the cookies and brownies. He loves the chocolate peanut butter brownies like the rest of the team. Not going to lie, he loves to join in on the fun. He licks the batter off your finger or your cheek when the batter flies out of the mixture. And the rules are simple:

Steve gets to take the treat before anyone else.

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Ransom Drysdale

Those cookies he stuffs in that big mouth of his isn’t the only treat he gets. Relax, I’m still on the topic of baking. I don’t know what you guys were thinking. Pfft! Anyway, Ransom seems like the sweet guy to eat cookies like the Biscoff’s. You bake cookies for the man and sometimes with his attitude he doesn’t get much. 

The man doesn’t like the mess in the kitchen but if your baking is good, he’s going to allow it. On the Holidays, you bake like crazy. Pumpkin and berry pies (Ransom’s favorites), any kind of cookies and muffins just make his days better but doesn’t calm his cocky attitude. Though he doesn’t show it much, he always loves when you bake. Baking in the kitchen with his sweater on and your hair up, he loves to watch you.

If he’s good one day, you give him one of your treats. Pumpkin spice always filled the air in Ransom’s home. You guessed Ransom loved the smell of pumpkin spice, especially in the beginning of fall. Muffins are his favorites, too. But if he’s good:

He deserves the treat. It’s not easy to get one of your pastries.

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Andy Barber

Andy has hard times dealing with many cases at the courthouse and when he comes home, he’s welcomed with the smell of sweets. He enjoys whatever you make in that kitchen and when he enters he gives you a gentle kiss on the shoulder with his soft words greeting you. You were an amazing cook and on top of that is the baking. 

He loves when you make banana bread or cake bars like his number one favorite coffee cake. Jacob, his son, loves when you make sweets. Jacob is the troublemaker to get into a mess and he always gets the bowl with the leftover of batter. Most of the time, you come into Andy’s office and let him get a small taste of the batter and he loves when you do that. Even when he’s tired, you lift his spirits up.

There are certain rules when you come to baking, the boys leave you alone in the kitchen till you call them. You remembered the time Jacob spilled the whole flour over the counters and yourselves. Jacob never helped you ever again after that. You did teach him small things about baking, you baked him a cake once and he liked it. Jacob and Andy always light up when you bake in the home. Andy will always gets the first taste-test from the spoon. 

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Colin Shea

Colin can be one eater. If he can make out with a sandwich, he will make out with your cupcakes. He’s always the one to run into your kitchen and steal whatever you baked. You basically yell at him because he doesn’t understand that they just came out of the oven. 

You’re cautious of having him around when baking. But he LOVES your baking. He won’t go to any other baking place but ask you to make him something good. He eats almost all of them and will shove them in his pockets. Unlike the rest, he loves when you make cinnamon rolls. He loves extra icing though. You always wonder where all that goes to when he still is in good shape when eating so much of your sweets. 

He will shove the cookie, brownie, whatever into his mouth with no problem. One bite and it’s gone. Like some dog trying to eat his quick before the other gets to it. He’s not like any other guy which makes you think he’s comfortable around you. To be happy and funny around you and your baking. You will never have him bake with you. Because then your whole kitchen is covered in flour and eggs.

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Frank Adler

Your favorite boat soft boy, Frank. Being in a small home with his niece, it was not easy for them. But with you being there for them, it was a dream for the both of them. Baking had been a thing for you since you were little. You remembered baking with your mom and it became a thing for you. To make someone smile. 

Mary always asked if you were going to bake something and bring them some cookies. You always brought something new to them. Mary said the fruit tarts were her favorites. Frank always told you to stop baking because he knew it was “hard” work and you do bake in the middle of the night. But he had nothing to stop you with so he just let it happened and thanked you every time. Eventually when Mary stayed the night at Roberta, you and Frank hung out at your place and you baked some cookies. 

Who knew Frank loved cookies?

He always thought of you as a friend but you coming over everyday and night to hand baked goodies for him and Mary was something he won’t forget. He’d wake up to seeing your face and remembering it when he goes to sleep. He then realized you were something more to him. And that he loved you and your baking.

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Ari Levinson

Last but not least, my husband, your husband, your sexy long-haired boy. Ari Levinson. Before Ari didn’t know how good were you with cooking and baking. Until he tried it. And boy was he shocked. He’s never found something to good and that he always wanted you to keep baking.

It wasn’t a normal thing you do. It was on the mission when you worked in the kitchen. You served sometimes and everyone on your team enjoyed what you made. They always asked why your treats were so familiar to their grandma’s baking and that just makes you laugh. 

Ari loves your baking and he knew you don’t do it much but he’s happy when you do bake. He always wondered how he ended up with someone with such good pastries. He would probably join you in your baking. So let’s hope he can handle not making a mess.

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The Barber boys and the Bakery, chapter 3

A/N: I AM HAVING BURNOUT. I want to write and write a lot, but I cannot for the life of me get to do it. I’m doing my best to get back into the groove of things, and I hope you’ll bear with me while I get back to it. Anyway, we’re getting back to my favorite fluffy boys and their cute baker!

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Pairing: Andy Barber x female reader

Contains: Language, fluff, a little more fluff

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Chapter 3: The dog and the D&D

 Jacob had never seemed so excited to tell you something, than he was when he practically sprinted inside the bakery, panting and grinning like a madman. “Y/N, GUESS THE FUCK WHAT??” He yelled with his eyes glinting dangerously. You quickly thrusted a walnut-muffin into his hand, and he took a giant bite. “What the fuck, Jake?” You asked, grinning. Your phone plinged with a messaged from Andy, asking if you had seen Jacob today. You smiled at your phone before answering that, yes, indeed, his lanky, overly excited son was standing in your bakery. You looked back up to Jacob, who was grinning knowingly and wiggled his eyebrows.

  “Shut up.” “I didn’t even say anything!” He gasped, before taking another large bite of the muffin. “I can feel what you’re thinking, Jake. And shut up.” “All I’m thinking is that you and my dad should…” “Don’t…” He ignored you. “Get it on. Like, how old people do. Go to some fancy schmanzy restaurant or some shit.” You rolled your eyes. “One more time, one, where you try to convince me to date your dad, and no more muffins.” He gasped. “Nooooooo!” “Yes. I’m hardcore like that.” You grinned at him. “Besides, your dad would be better off with someone his own age.” “Pffht. He needs some spruce in life. And someone who can break his old man back.” “JAKE!” He shrugged. “Am I wrong? Are you going to look at me and tell me that I’m wrong?”  “I’m... Not saying anything, actually. I think I’ll spare myself.” He rolled his eyes and finished his muffin.  “Listen, all I’m saying is that you want to jump his bones, he wants to jump yours... I don’t see what’s holding you back.”  “Jake, one more time...”  “Yeah, yeah, muffins are over. I get it, I’m just trying to get you to see that maybe this isn’t a crazy idea.”  “Jake...” He grinned.  “Anyway, on to what I really wanted to talk about…” His eyes glinted again, and he began jumping up and down. Small crumbs tumbled from his shirt to the counter. “WE’RE GETTING A DOG!” “HOLY SHIT! YEEEES!” You jumped with him. “That’s amazing, Jake!” “I KNOW!” He was grinning wildly. “We’re going to the pound in the weekend. I don’t care how big, small, weird or normal that dog is, I’m naming it Kal-El.” “What if it’s a girl?” You asked, laughing a little and glanced at your phone; Andy had texted you again. Jake shrugged. “Kal-El.” “Okay, we’re going with straight up non-gendered names?” He nodded. “Maybe I’d go for Bowser if I am really in the mood. But then it has to be ugly as shit.” You laughed. “Sure thing.” “Wanna come?” You blinked. “Me?” He nodded. “Yeah, you have the best taste in everything.” “Oh, really?” He nodded vigorously.

“Just look at me. You love me, and that is truly great taste.” He wiggled his brows again. “And my dad...”  “Stop it.”  “I’m being truthful...”  “High and mighty today, aren’t we?” You laughed. “We gotta get ready for D&D, can you start getting it set up?” He nodded. “Uhm, another person is joining the party.” He blushed. “Is that a blush, I see?” You asked, smirking a little, wiping your hands on your apron. “Is my little Jake falling in love?” He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, no, I’m just… She’s pretty cool. She plays cello.” “Oh?” He nodded. “Well, can’t wait to meet her. I’ll just go call your dad, he’s blowing up my phone.” It was his time to smirk, and you narrowed your eyes and pointed at him. “Don’t you dare. Don’t even think it.” He held his hands up, but the smile didn’t go away. “Didn’t say anything. At all.”

When the door to the back closed, you pulled your phone out to several messages from Andy, and quickly called him instead of trying to answer all the messages in one. He picked up quickly. “Y/n.” His voice made you shiver just a little. “Hi, Andy.” “Jake’s there?” He asked, and you heard some rustling in the background. “Yeah. We’re having D&D-night tonight.” “Right. I’m sorry, I completely forgot about it.” “Don’t worry, it’s not like you’re supposed to be here for it.” Another rustle of papers and then a shit followed. “And it would seem like you are more than busy.” “I’m… Fuck… A little overrun, yeah.” The way his said fuck made your body tingle. Stop it, Y/N, you’re better than this. He sighed and you sat down on the only chair in the backroom. “Listen, Y/N, I really apricate you taking care of him, but I…” “Nope. We’ve had this talk before, Andy. I’m good. I like his company; he keeps me young.” “You are young.” “Well, keeps me younger.” He chuckled a little. “I just… I feel bad that I’m not around as much as I want to be. You know?” “Yeah.” There wasn’t more to say to that – there wasn’t any reason to rub it in or try to make him feel less guilty, because the man was stubborn as a mule when it came to it. “I feel like I owe you something.” He said slowly, and you swallowed thickly at the tone of his voice. “Oh, no, Andy. I’m serious, Jake and his friends are weirdos and I love them. Besides, since we started playing here, I’m actually breaking even in the bakery. They eat like pigs.” He laughed. “So I’ve noticed. Growing teenagers, man.” You laughed. “Indeed. Anyway, I should…” “Oh, yeah, sure.” You didn’t hang up and neither did he. “We’re really shitty at hanging up.” You stated. “Maybe I just like talking to you.” Your face felt hot. “Oh.” “If that’s okay.” “Yeah, no, yeah. It’s fine, great, I, uhm… Just don’t know how to respond, really.” You laughed a little.

“Y/N, they’re here!” Jacob yelled from the front and you sighed. You weren’t going to lie, you did really enjoy talking to Andy too. “I gotta run before these assholes wreck my shop.” You hesitated. “You’re welcome to join us, if you have time.” Silence. “I don’t know how to do the dungeons or the dragons.” “It doesn’t matter. We’re just having fun.” You tried your hardest to not laugh at him. He chuckled a little. “Maybe I’ll see if I can get off early today. God knows I need it.” “Sure thing. If not, I’ll be happy to take Jake home.” “Thank you, Y/N.” He hung up shortly after that and you stuffed your phone in your back pocket before removing your apron, and throwing it in a corner of the kitchen.

Jake, Hope, Sam, Derek and someone, you could only assume was Emily, were loudly fighting over dice, while moving tables to make a giant one in the middle of the floor – Emily was standing to the side, a little quiet, while Derek held tightly onto the dice, that Jake was trying to pry out of his hands, while Sam was yelling from the sidelines. “YO!” You yelled and all faces turned to you. Derek and Jake still held onto the dice. “What the hell, guys?” “Derek took my lucky dice!” “Did not, I took my lucky dice!” “Liar!” And the bickering began again. You rolled your eyes. “If any of you want to play today, you better put the dice back on the table and step away slowly.” They all gulped, and the two boys put the dice on the table and took two steps back. “We have a rule, you guys. Newcomers gets first pick.” You smiled at Emily. “Your pick of dice, my lady.”

Luckily, it didn’t take long to get everyone sorted, settled and ready for the campaign – Emily was new, but before long, everyone was sweating wildly, silently praying that they’d survive the campaign. “Okay, Jake, you’re standing at the very edge of the Lessing Sea, and if you don’t take Qualnus down, the Underdark will invade the surface, killing everyone. What’s your choice?” Jake was sweating, looking back and forth from the board to his character sheet. Sam was hiding behind their hands, while Derek was chanting, please don’t be dumb, please don’t be dumb over and over.   “Shit, I don’t know.” He groaned. “What’s my options?” “You can try for the Warhammer of the Diviner and see if it’ll take him, but if you don’t roll at least 12, you’re down. Maybe forever. You can try to heal, but…” Your eyes flickered to the door, where Andy stepped in, a smile on his lips when his eyes found yours. “Hey, guys.” “Dad, I love you, but I need you to be quiet like right now, I need to think.” “Oh, damn.” You stood and left the kids to ponder their life, and hugged Andy tightly. “I didn’t think you’d make it.” “Me neither.” He smiled. He was a little winded, and his hair looked way too good for someone who had been outside in the wind. it was actually unfair. His eyes roamed over your body, and you tried not to let it get to your head. “How’s the campaign going?” You sighed and looked to the kids, who looked like they all were on the brink of a mental breakdown. “Well… Derek’s halfling, Spearhead, is currently paralyzed with poison and at risk of dying from the Vampire Overlord, Qualnus and his minions. Sam’s mage is currently stuck in the current of the Lessing Sea, and his staff is about to break. Emily’s elf, Tealeaf, is suffering on the other side of the bank, and she needs help crossing the wild currents. Jake, is… Well…” You both looked to him, as he began pulling at his hair. “Y/N, this is IMPOSSIBLE. I can’t do this!” You chuckled. “He’s currently trying to survive a one-on-one with Qualnus, but he has to roll high and he’s barely hanging on as we speak.” Andy nodded and followed you to sit next to you, looking over the board. Jake held a finger out to his father. “Don’t speak.” Andy held his hands up. “Jake, you gotta make a decision, man.” Derek groaned. “Or we’ll all die.” “WAIT!!” Jake looked at you with wild eyes. “I have enough xp to get Tealeaf across the water, right?” You checked. “Yes?” “And she’s magic.” You nodded again. “I’m doing it.” Emily blushed. “Okay, go for it. You need…” “14, yeah.” He nodded seriously, and Andy leaned close, his breath on your neck. It raised goosebumps. “So… When is the campaign over?” He asked softly. You glanced at the clock. “Not tonight, but we’re stopping after Jake’s roll. It’s getting late.” He nodded. “Cool.” He seemed like he wanted to say something else, but Jake screamed with glee in the same moment. “15!!” Jake was alit with joy. “I’m getting Tealeaf over!” “Good job, Jake!” You narrated the treacherous voyage across the storming sea, and when Tealeaf and Jake’s dwarf, Bunder, had reunited, you closed it off for the night, the kids cheering loudly. “Good game, guys. We’ll find another day to get through the wonderous fight with Qualnus the Bad!” They all cheered and began packing up, and you nodded to Andy. “Come with me.” He followed you willingly to the back – you glanced back and saw Jake wink at you. “Clean, Jake.” You narrowed your eyes at him before leading Andy to the back.

“What’s up?” You grinned at him and began pulling out the stuff, you had put away for him. “So… I know you, and you barely eat when you work, and you got off late… So…” You put the basket of treats on the table. “I wanted to feed you. Or… Well, yeah. Make sure you actually got something to eat.” He smiled bashfully. “Y/N, you didn’t have to…” “I wanted to. I gotta take care of my boys, right?” He blushed. “Well, in that case.. Your boy thanks you.” He hugged you, albeit a little hesitantly. You hugged him back and allowed yourself to enjoy the way his cologne wrapped around you. It was nice. “Listen, I have to get Jacob home. We’ll see you around?” You nodded and pulled away from his hug – your faces were closer than you had initially thought, and it took your breath away. “Oh.” It sounded more like a squeak than anything else, that came form your throat and you cursed yourself. His hands were warm on your back. He cleared his throat and for a second, you might’ve believed he’d do something wild, like kiss you, but he just smiled and pulled away fully. “Yeah, I’ll… I actually have a thing with Jacob on Friday, I’ll be over then.” “Looking forward to it.” “Me too.” He grabbed the basket and left the back, while you fumbled for your phone and followed him, hugging the kids goodbye and closing up shop. You quickly texted Jacob.

Y/N: Jake you might be a little right.

J: About?

Y/N: You know what. You were right you little asshole.

J: 

Y/N: yeah, yeah, get it out, buddy I still need serious help because theres no way your dad is going to ask me out

J: can I call you mom

J: can we do family portraits

J: I require cuddles at night

Y/N: jake get a grip

J: sorry sorry im going to be the best wingson ever

Y/N: …..

J: I got an idea ill tell you all about it when im back home

 And with that, the plan dubbed “Get Andy to date again” started to form.  

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Baking with Andy? Maybe they're making pumpkin muffins?

yay! Thank you, Anon! This was so heartwarming to write! 💙💙💙  

126 words. I can’t write drabbles to save my life. Tags under the cut!

FLUFF AHEAD

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The sweet smell of cinnamon and nutmeg poured from the oven in the Barber household as you and Andy worked alongside one another. It was a yearly tradition. A day of Apple picking, hanging Fall decorations and baking your favorite muffins, Pumpkin.

He cracked a smile stirring the dry ingredients together, hearing you mutter to yourself as you searched for the other muffin pan. The spicy warmth of the cinnamon added to his elation of being able to spend this precious time with you.

As Andy mixed the batter, his eyes drifted from the bowl to watch your hips sway when you pulled the first batch from the oven. The soft music, comforting warm smells of home and his Honey all consume his heart at the moment.

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