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jadedvibes · 1 year

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to be his wife 🥰

Mrs. Barber

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

Pairing: Andy Barber x lawyer!reader

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

Word Count: 825

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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flordeamatista · 8 months

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Way Down We Go Masterlist

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I enjoyed writing them for the past year. In the next few weeks, they will be uploaded on your dash.

♡ Each story stands alone, it is set in the same world

♡La Hacidenda de Alice sleepover ask last year helped me plan these daydreams. (special shoutout to @mrsmischief209 for the ask)

♡ It was impossible for me to marry, kiss and kill pretty men, so I wrote fics for them and for their desired reader.

♡ 18+ blog only. Minors are not allowed to interact with these stories. You are responsible for your own media consumption, so please read the individual warnings for each fic. Each fic I will update the warnings on this post.

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Make You Mine

──── ranch owner!ari levinson x vineyard owner!reader

♡ enemies neighbors with benefits, old money Ari, fluff, angst, smut

Hold Me Down

──── bull rider!bucky barnes x heiress!reader

♡ best friends to lovers, ranch hand Bucky who works for reader's family, fluff, angst, smut

With Love

──── lawyer!andy barber x veterinarian!reader

♡ marriage of convenience, The only way Andy can save your business and home is if you are his wife, secrets and lies, fluff, angst, smut

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bookishtheaterlover7 · 6 months

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

Worth It

Andy Barber x Divorce Lawyer!Reader

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

Anyway, sit back and enjoy the fic!

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

*Y/S/N = Your SurName

**F/P = Favorite Pastry

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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The assistant (4) - Lawyers

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Boss!Steve Rogers x Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader

A/N: Okay, I went a little crazy with all the CEvans charaters in this one.

Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, fat shaming,

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<< Part 3

Three weeks later, Jake’s café, …

“How can I help you Ms. Y/L/N?" Lloyd was right, his brother Andy looks like he’s got a stick up his ass. He watches you closely as you try to check your CV again. “Miss, I came here to help you. The least you can do is pay attention to me.”

“Stop bugging her,” Lloyd marches toward your table. “We asked you to come here to check if we could sue the Avengers or Stark. Golden boy or not, I want to fuck him over.”

“Lloyd, language,” Andy lifts his gaze from the papers in front of him. He sneers and turns his attention back to the papers.

Lloyd sighs deeply as you say, “I don’t want to sue Mr. Stark or the Avengers." Tony has always been kind to me. What happened was not his fault. I will just move on and get another job.”

“You’re too good for this world, cupcake.”

“I’m just used to things like this, Lloyd,” you say with a cracked smile. “I’m a big girl in any way. Steve Rogers and Sandy are not the first people to harass me and won’t be the last.”

“Miss, I don’t know you very well, but harassment is a crime,” Andy says. “If you don’t want to sue Mr. Stark, I understand. But we can sue Steve Rogers. He was the one harassing you. I will damage his reputation so much he wishes he had never gotten the serum.”

“There he is,” Ari grabs his brother’s shoulders, squeezing hard. “I know you still have it in you. Our bad boy is back!”

“Hands off Ari,” Andy snaps at his brother. It was just legal advice I gave to Miss Y/L/N. It won’t be easy, though. Everyone loves Captain America. If we do this, it’s going to be a long and difficult fight.”

“Can I not shoot him a little?” Lloyd asks.

“What?” You snap your head at Lloyd. “No violence, Lloyd. I just…can we not forget about all of this? Mr. Stark offered to pay me my wages for the rest of the year. He even offered me a better position but…”

“You didn’t want to run into that asshat Rogers,” Jake says. He balances a tray filled with your favorite sins. “All for you, sweetie.”

“Jake, I told you I wanted to lose weight. Your creations don’t help me at all,” you whine as you look at the cupcakes and cookies on the plate Jake places in front of you.

Jake violently shakes his head and says, “No…no, you’ll eat up, Y/N. I made them all for you.”

“Mike is on his way,” Curtis says to the brothers and you at the table. “What is the plan now? Do we sue that blonde boy, or do we break his neck?”

“No breaking necks,” Andy huffs. “You all didn’t change one bit. This domestic façade. The café. The legal business. Nothing can hide who you really are.”

“Well, sunshine,” Lloyd grips the back of Andy’s chair and leans close enough to whisper in Andy’s ear, “we are gangsters. Always were. You didn’t have a problem with taking the money to pay for your study, the house, and all the shiny things your wife wanted you to buy.”

Andy balls his hands into fists. He squares his jaw. His eyes flicker toward you. You can see he tries to hold his anger back as the seconds tick by.

Andy takes several deep breaths. No matter what, he keeps his gaze on you. “I never wanted money. You gave it to me, Lloyd. I knew it was to get rid of me.”

“Nonsense,” Curtis huffs. “You always dreamed big. Daddy’s money wasn’t good enough for you any longer. We weren’t good enough for you. You had started a family and forgot about your brothers.”

“Maybe if your only solution wasn’t violence and threatening people I would’ve stayed. But all of you refused to change and let me give the family business a legal façade and…then I came back, and you’ve got a coffee house chain.”

“Oh, tell Y/N every dirty detail about our business, why don’t you?” Jake snaps at Andy. “We tried to keep her out of this! And this is not a coffeehouse chain. It’s a café, and bakery with a reading corner and free Wi-Fi.”

“What do you mean?" Andy searches your eyes again. “Fuck…you should’ve told me so.”

“Yeah, fuck sunshine,” Lloyd slaps the back of Andy’s head. “Cupcake, I guess the cat is out. Now you are part of the organization. Welcome to the family.”

“What? "I-what?" you ask as you try to figure out what just happened. You assumed Lloyd and his brothers didn’t make money the legal way, but ending up as a part of their criminal organization wasn’t in your plans. “Will I get paid?”

Lloyd throws his head back and starts laughing. He holds his stomach, snorting and chuckling as Jake throws his hands up.

Ari and Curtis shrug while turning their attention to the food on the table. Only Andy still looks at you. “Sorry for my idiot brothers. They are a handful.”

“It’s fine,” you hastily say. “They helped me through a rough patch. And I get free cupcakes here every day.”

“We will find the perfect position in our organization for you. You’ll never have to work for these assholes again,” Lloyd says. He still snorts slightly but tries to keep a straight face. “Just promise me I can pay Mr. Goldilocks back for his behavior.”

“Perfect position."

“…and free cupcakes, “ Jake adds. “We have all this paperwork and most of my brothers hate doing it. I’m the only one taking care of this shit. But I’m busy with the website and marketing. You’ll be an angel saving me from all the paperwork I’m drowning in.”

“Do you want to sue Rogers now or not?” Andy leans back in his chair and looks at you. “Doll, you need to talk to your lawyer.”

“All I want is to forget about Sandy, Steve Rogers, and my former job. I liked working in the tower, but it was never meant to be a long-term position. I wanted to open my own business one day.”

“What kind of business?” Andy asks. He seems to be a bit more relaxed around his brothers now.

“I don’t know. I always liked to bake, and I love flowers…books too. I never thought much about it, to be honest. I dreamed of opening my business, but…”

“You never believed it would actually happen?” he asks. “If you had one wish, what would it be?”

“Can we stop that wishy-washy nonsense now? We still need to find a way to pay that asshole back.”

“Don’t forget Sandy, with Y,” Jake grits out. "I want to pay her back too. She harassed our girl. Y/N is my friend. I won’t let that woman get away with it.”

Five hours later you are curled up on Jake’s comfortable couch. The brothers wanted you to come with them tonight. Rumors say a fight is taking place in New York.

One involving the Avengers.

“Why do you think this place is safer?” You yawn and rub your tired eyes. “Lloyd?”

“You must trust me in this, cupcakes. This house is the safest place in this rotten world,” Lloyd pats your head. "We have prepared a room for you. Upstairs.”

“Got it,” you flutter your eyes shut. “Thank you…all of you…”

“Truth or dare, gentlemen,” Lloyd looks around the table. All seats are taken for the first time in years. “Andy, Mike, welcome back.”

“Lloyd,” Mike nervously glances at his brother, “I wanted to apologize for your car. I will pay you back for it.”

“Good.”

“Lloyd,” Jake pokes his brother’s side. Is there anything else you would like to say to Mike?”

“It’s good that you don’t look like shit anymore,” Lloyd grins. “We are proud of you for fighting your addiction, brother. Welcome home.”

“I came back as Curtis said you needed help with a girl.”

“She needs our help. We're gonna teach Captain America a lesson now that he messed with her," Lloyd whispers.

>> Part 5

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oh-my-damn · 2 years

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Sweet Heartache Masterlist

Pairing: DA!Andy Barber x Intern!Reader

Status: Ongoing!

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

Series warnings: Angst, talk of divorce/separation, Laurie is a bitch, Defending Jacob didn't happen, conflicted feelings, pining, talk of cheating/being cheated on sad/insecure Andy but also confident/dominant Andy, having feelings for your boss, forbidden relationship, smut, fluff.

Series smut warnings: p in v, oral, thigh riding, dirty talk, praise, petnames, daddy kink, dom/sub elements, breeding kink, creampies, cheating/relationship with a married man.

* = Smut

Parts in order of when they’re set in the story below:

Part 1

When Andy Barber needs help handling a few overdue cases, you happily offer yours. After spending some time together, you find it hard to hide the feelings your harbor for him. When you run into each other at a bar, you realize you may be in deeper than you thought.

Part 2

Andy pulls away after your shared moment at the bar, making you believe he doesn't think you're good enough. Professional lines are crossed in a major way, even more than before. And you finally meet his wife.

Part 3

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

Part 4

Andy sought refuge with you after his awful date with Laurie, and you allow him to stay at your place for as long as he needs, because that's what friends do. But when you go out to a bar and find him flirting with another woman, it seems your emotions are not in check as much as you thought they were.

Part 5*

You and Andy finally give in to your urges, losing your sanity for a fleeting moment. But as usual, reality always comes back to slap you right in the face.

Part 6*

Andy confronts Laurie and decisions are made. Lines are crossed, ones so profound, it can never be taken back.

Part 7*

Living with domestic bliss and an insatiable hunk of man feels like heaven. And it is. Right up until the point a surprising revelation is made.

Part 8*

Andy's big revelation shakes you to the core, and it strains your current working situation. But luckily you have a big hunk of a man who's more than willing to take your mind off it in any way you want.

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imaginedreamwrite · 11 months

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Come Hell Or Highwater: Part 4

Andy Barber, even as young as he was compared to other lawyers who were as seasoned as him, was at the top of his game.

He was a lawyer who built himself a reputation that exceeded others around him and had just as ruthlessly defended anyone that he could have helped. While his brothers had joined the military and became navy SEALs, the two driven by some force demanded they give back to the world by saving everyone that they could.

Their impressive military careers were commendable and had secured the two of them a position with the Navy SEALs, while Andy had chosen to attend university and get his law degree. Ultimately the three of them would end up working for the same goal to aid the Witness Protection Program as best as their skill sets would allow.

While Ari and Steve had aided the program with their skills learned in the military which had provided protection for the people integrated into the service, Andy had worked through the courts to ascertain protective orders and handle the proceedings that would hopefully allow whoever was in hiding to find some level of peace.

Some level of peace that would only be achieved once the men responsible, for beating the prominent businessman and politician to death in the darkened alley on that fateful night wherein your good nature won out, had been put through court and thrown into a tiny windowless cell.

Until then you were at risk of death, or an even worse fate if they had gotten their hands on you. And while Andy, Ari and Steve would do everything within their power to keep you safe and out of their hands, ultimately there was only so much they could do and if you hadn’t played the role given to you by the program, you could theoretically be the cause of your own downfall.

Although that chance was low, it wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities especially not for someone like you.

Naïve and good-natured to an almost fault, there were definite avenues that could be exposed, there were cracks that the other side of the coin would try and expose. If they had gained access to your heart that you wore on your sleeve, or if they had tapped into your willingness to help as many people around you as they could, they would have you exactly where they wanted you.

However they had to find you first, and finding you would grant them the most difficulty. Especially given the numerous trials they had left that directed the organization after you in countless directions. It was a ploy, an intricate plot to have your direct location hidden.

And the benefit of being in a place that was a secure and safe community for polyamorous couples and family units was its secrecy and tendency to stick to each other. A safe place that wasn’t well accessed by the general public, the town you were hiding in was like its own little separate world beyond the usual.

Andy had stolen himself out of his thoughts by the crisp crinkle of the receipt in his hand was almost as necessary as blowing on the cup of coffee in his hand before he had a taste.

With the weight of a case on his shoulders that was a vital step to making the defences’ argument entirely destitute, Andy could have declared himself rightfully stressed. With long hours being pulled at the office and lengthy scheduled meetings to build layer upon layer before heading to the courts, Andy was rightfully stretched thin.

However, as the cords were seemingly pulling him in every which direction, he had received confirmation from Ari, taking Andy’s name as a persona, that introductions had been made upon your arrival.

Steve, Grant, was to take a job at the local mill working on stripping lumber and smoothing it down.

Ari, Andy, was going to be taking shifts at a construction yard transporting materials to the surrounding area.

And Andy, Cole, was a travelling businessman that went in and out of town frequently, a role that would give Andy an excuse to be gone for weeks.

Arrived safe. Bunny fawn is safe — A

Andy read the message once, and then again. As he comprehended the encrypted text for the second time, he raised the cup to his lips and exhaled a soft breath to further cool his black brew. There were a number of files on his desk, a number of records that alluded to your reputation as being a good girl—an exemplary being of softness and empathy that helped anyone within your reach.

And that kindhearted was had struck you on the path of these men who wanted to strike you down to keep their crimes silenced and under wraps.

They would test your bravado; they would test you within all your boundaries of sanity in order to have you crack and crumble. There was nothing more they’d love than to have you cave and give them everything they wanted while they extended their cruel hand toward you to get what they wanted.

It was the true nature of their brutality that faced you if the brothers failed.

But you were a witness they couldn’t lose, and it was Andy, Ari & Steve’s jobs to make sure you made it to court. There was a chance to finally deepen the cracks in the system, the organization that tried to cripple an entire city with their cruelty and brutality.

There had never been an opportunity like this, to commit major players to the steel and iron walls of a highly secure federal prison, one that was untouched and unable to be infiltrated by every source they knew and had.

“Mr. Barber, there’s a call for you. Someone from New York.”

Andy waited for this.

He had sat further upright in his desk chair and set his cup down, a few beads of condensation darkening the coaster beneath the porcelain. He reached for the receiver and yanked it from its nestling hold, first hearing a beat of silence and then a crack thwack of a blade meeting something dense and sturdy.

“Barber.” The voice was concise and controlled, Andy’s name the only verbal catalyst to get the conversation rolling.

You could only see slivers of moonlight that were peeking through building clouds, the promise of rain later in the early morning hours had hung over the area. While the house was still bare-boned and empty, boxes scattered with hastily packed dishes and other kitchen items were all a ploy to make this whole story more believable.

It was all a faceted cover to keep you in a safe area while somewhere else on the east coast, an entire legion of cold-blooded killers and criminals wanted you strung out because you were too kind. It was a choice you made to do good and be good, to try and help other people who needed you, that caused your life to be held in the hands of three men and the WPP they worked for.

Ari, Andy and Steve didn’t know you from Eve, they didn’t know who you truly were off of paper and out of files and yet your life depended entirely on them. Your life, your short life that barely grazed the 22nd year, was in the balance and you were meant to play the part of a young wife. A woman who was in a polyamorous relationship and new to this whole idea of having multiple husbands while in a community that was incredibly tight-knit and close.

You were cursed by your inability to mind your own business and say no. You were going to be fucked over by your innate need to be a people pleaser and overextend yourself to errands that hadn’t belonged to you.

It was your kindness that drove you to stop and grab your roommate’s prescription, saving her from going out herself. It was your inability to turn away from someone who needed help that made you a target, a witness that could put some Butcher away in a federal prison.

Your kindness, your sense of urgency to be a Good Samaritan had caused your entire life to upheaved.

And now you were in a position where you were set to play a young married wife with two men who had seen hell while in the army, and a lawyer who was deep diving into your life to build a case to protect you.

Now, you were restless.

At the moment you were unable to sleep despite the weight of the day driving you to close your eyes and find slumber.

Every time you closed your eyes you saw them, the two men abandoned in the alleyway bleeding out.

Every time your eyes shuttered you could feel the warmth of blood on your hands, the stench of copper hanging in the air while you attempted to stop the bleeding. The two men whose life had been brutalized, with one losing his life entire, and the other almost dying before the ambulance came, had set you on this path.

The men, or man, responsible for this beating had been sure that they wouldn’t live until you stepped in and when word got out that the other tangent was alive the task had been finished in the hospital room.

You were the only witness left, the only one who could possibly testify against the hellish beast that sent the two men to hades. There was more riding on your testimony and your future witnessing in the courts of law than you even knew.

If you had made it to court, you had a sneaking suspicion that you would aid in the devastation in whatever hellhound had called for the extermination of those two men.

For now, until the day came when you were thrown into court, you were going to have to keep your mind clear.

Though it was a task that was easier said than done, restfulness had found you and you had managed to shift on the bed and face the window with your hands cupped under your cheek.

Through the clouds the silver streams of moonlight had acted as a siren song, one that came over you in a haze to usher your to sleep. Your eyes grew heavy and fluttered closed like the groggy clouds shifting in the night sky, and slumber had come to you quicker than before.

Time was fickle. Time had given you sleep that felt like minutes instead of hours while simultaneously slowing down to an infinite crawl once you had stepped foot into the kitchen in the morning.

The two guards who were you faux husbands were already awake and although only Ari had been dressed for his first shift at the construction yard. The pair of jeans had been faded and worn, still in well enough shape to be used until the end of their life however you could see scuffs against the hems of the legs and a few small holes in the thighs.

Underneath the flannel he wore there was a white loose shirt with a scuff along the neckline and a small tear that could have alluded to him working with tools and lumber, just as Steve was supposed to. He truly had looked the part of a blue-collar employee, a man who was used to lugging materials and lumber around from construction yards to their destination, added by his clothing choice and the sheer size of him.

The long drive from the city to this remote and rural settlement, this closed and secured community where you’d be hidden, hadn’t affected him anymore than a single raindrop against dry sizzling earth. If anything, you were the one who’s been affected the most of the three of you, with your body aching still from the long hours in the truck, and your eyes heavy from not white enough sleep.

“Did you sleep okay?” Ari’s question bared no answer.

At least not at first.

Not until you had gotten your bearings and settled your weight on your toes instead of your heel or the ball of your foot.

Truly you didn’t know what to say to Steve and Ari, how to communicate your fears and inability to sleep due to your stress and anxiety. How could you have easily quantified your feelings while being forced to trust them despite not knowing them?

How could you open yourself up to being honest with them while feeling as if you needed to guard yourself?

Your answer was soft, mumbled and came with you rubbing your hands on your fleece-lined joggers, wiping your sweaty palms on your thighs.

“Sure.” It was a weak answer, you knew it was. It wasn’t anything close to the truth but how truthful could you really get when your head was full of garbled chaos?

“I made coffee-” Steve had just slid the porcelain cup against the cupboard toward you when a knock on the front door had rung out in the house.

Your head whipped around to face the sound, the steady knocking sounding more like an alarm than anything, and you were not the only one to think so.

“Stay here,” Steve’s hand was steady on your shoulder, directing you toward Ari and his black and red flannel, “don’t move.”

Steve brushed past you and Ari, trekking from the kitchen through an arched doorway to the front entrance, his voice calling through the door with firmness that created an illusion of a man who was not a morning person.

“Hi! Sorry to bother you!” The neighbour from yesterday called through the door, eliminating the tension almost instantly, and yet Ari still kept you close. “I thought maybe your wife might want to go to the farmers market with Sam and I.”

You heard the twist of the lock before the door opened, the subtle shift of Ari’s body next to yours had stolen your attention off of Steve and your new neighbour if only for a moment. It was enough of a distraction to allow Steve to bring Lia & Sam into the house, and even further toward the kitchen.

“Hi! Hope we’re not interrupting,” as if Lia’s gift of food yesterday wasn’t enough, she had shown up with her husband and a new basket of locally crafted jams and cookies, “Sam and I wanted to invite you to the farmers market.”

“I’m off,” Ari had whispered lightly, stooping low to kiss the top of your head as an affectionate send off, “be good, sweetheart. Grant, you going?”

“Sam, right?” Steve had stepped aside to let Ari past, and then he moved toward you, hands resting on your hips. “Nice to meet you again, yesterday was a long day on the road.”

“That’s right.” he confirmed the name with a smile and then slipped an arm around his wife’s waist, “Are you headed out to work too?”

“I’m sticking around with Danah,” hearing your fake given name for the first time with over people had been the catalyst that drew your eyebrows together in a furrow, and cast your lips into a frown, “we should go to the farmers market, love.”

This was your life for the moment, this was who you had become. This is who you were meant to be in this moment without much of an argument allowed.

For your well-being and to save your life you had to wholeheartedly accept this role as if you were born the persona, you had been assigned.

“I’d like that.” Your reply came as you accepted the basket of gifts and set it on the countertop, and then glanced down at the clothes you’d slept in, rolling your shoulders and picking at the front of the sweater. “Let me change first.”

You escaped without hearing the next spoken word, leaving the room to take the stairs back to one of the guest rooms you’d occupied while using the excuse to change as a chance to catch your breath.

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harmonity-vibes · 7 months

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Imagine

Andy, seriously?

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nana1000night · 2 years

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Random Thots

What if you are Mike Weiss and Andy Barber's assistant and the only one who could stop their argument daily routine.

the idea is from this by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork her wonderful answer about this two lawyers that they're colleagues. If this is offended you I'll delete this immediately and I'm terribly sorry, I'll ask first next time.

Your point finger tip clicking the wooden desk and give another lawyer a tight smile. He sips his coffee and listened the argument behind and the door for several mins, then his hand slightly scratches his right face cheek.

"Sorry, but...is it a normal thing? I mean...the way the yelled and cursed and..."

"Yes, Mr. Huffman. In most of the time, they'd argue for 15 mins and stop it."

The lawyer raises his eye brows

"15 minutes? How could you be so sure?"

"Because, " You stand up and give him a smirk

"It's the limits I would bear it until I have my way to shut them up."

Let the lawyer wait for 10 more minutes, you walze in the room and close the door.

Both of Andy and Mike don't noticed you, Andy's fists clench by his sides, and rolls his shoulders back; Mike is pacing rapidly.

You move toward Andy first and keeps your silence, reach out your hands until his piercing blue eyes meet yours.

"Comfort hug? Do you want it?"

He didn't say anything, but he takes your hands and pulls you to straddle his lap, his arms cage you like iron bars and he rest his head on your shoulder as he sighs in depression.

"Mr. Huffman is waiting outside now." Andy huffed and nuzzles into your crook of neck. You stroke his hair and the back of his neck. Then he releases you and rejusts his ties.

"I'll take the room number 3." He said and leave the room.

Hearing the clicking sound of door closing, Mike turns around and opens his arms.

"Where's my cuddle, bunnycake?" You hug him and pat his lower back and waist.

"Andy and I would separate if you're not here, bunnycake."

"Nah, you and Mr.Barber are good friends and competitors."

"He is the one who could know me enough just like I do to him. But the gaps of no compromise between us made us suffer at the same time. And you're the one helping us to fill up the gaps."

He kisses your temples and takes a deep breath.

"Alright, it's time to work. See ya at later, honey bunny."

#random thots #andy amd mike #two lawyers #omg why this bdcame a drabble #andy barber x reader #andy barber x female chubby reader #mike weiss x reader #mike weiss x female chubby reader

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xcaptain-winterx · 2 years

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Andy Barber Masterlist

Specials

Kinktober 2023

One Shots / Drabbles

List

#chris evans #andy barber x you #andy barber x reader #andy barber x y/n #andy barber #chris evans character x reader #lawyer

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babyjakes · 4 months

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | exhibitionism + piercing

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader, feat. lloyd's friends: andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale, steve rogers

warnings | ddlg dynamics (lloyd is a soft sweet daddy.) months of no touch/orgasms. clit hood piercing (+ me not knowing much about them.) fivesome with a sixth watching; exhibitionism. fingering (vaginal + anal.) nipple play. clit focus + rubbing. overstimulation. asking permission to come + she comes hard. so much praise and encouragement. probably some light mocking/humiliation. sooo many petnames. aftercare!! :) brief alcohol mention

word count | 1,580

an | sorry for the weird formatting? tumblr wouldn't allow me to use the bulleted list bc of too many characters i think- but ahhh omg the very last kinkmas piece 🥺 this event has been so much fun i hope you've all enjoyed the stuff i've written!! make sure to check out the event masterlist for anything you might've missed and thanks so much for reading along with me this month!! happy holidays and merry christmas to all of you sweet friends 😌💕

thinking about daddy!lloyd piercing your clit hood and then inviting all his friends over to show you off 🫠 piercings do take time to heal so maybe he's away on a trip for a few months after it happens, and when he returns home he has his buddies over to come play with you 😌 you were touch-free for that time period, so by the time the big night comes you're more than ready for some attention down there

lloyd dresses you up in a pretty new dress he got while out on his trip, short with lots of cleavage showing as always. and panties are skipped entirely; they'd just get in the way. he has you wait in your room as he brings his guests in, getting everyone settled in the fancy lounge with drinks and snacks. then he sends one of his servants to bring you down from where you're patiently waiting upstairs

andy, ari, ransom, and steve all coo and fawn adoringly as soon as you appear. you recognize every face in the group quite well; these are your daddy's closest and most trusted friends, the only men he would ever allow near you besides himself. this isn't the first time they've come over to play under lloyd's supervision. while these sessions can be overwhelming with so many players involved, things never get out of hand, as each of your daddy's friends treat you with just as much respect and care as he would, himself

"there's the pretty girl. we've missed you, sweetheart," ari's cooing from his seat on one of the armchairs

"that's a cute little dress, sunshine. s'it new?" ransom winks at you as he stands near your daddy's chair, finishing a glass of scotch

"come on over, doll. your daddy said you have something very special to show us," steve says gently, patting the space on the long leather couch between him and andy

the lawyer nods at the blonde man's words, adding, "come here, honey. got a nice spot saved just for you"

lloyd's on the other couch, across from steve and andy. "go on, princess. they've all been waiting so patiently to see," he encourages you

you find your way over, sitting down obediently between the two broad men. ari comes and sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. ransom makes his way behind the couch, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back a bit

"you wanna show us, angel?" ari asks gently as he leans in a bit, helping the men on either side of you bring your legs up to bend at the knee, your stocking-covered feet falling to either side of you. when you give a timid nod, the skirt of your dress is lifted up to expose your most intimate parts to the eager men surrounding you. a soft gasp is shared as they all lay eyes on your leaking cunt, swollen and sensitive from months of neglect

"aww, little one," steve's murmuring sympathetically at the sight of your arousal

"look at that ring- so pretty, sweet girl," andy marvels at the sight of the gold loop that now runs right through the fleshy hood covering your needy little nub

"your daddy told us it's a very special ring," ari hums steadily as he reaches out and gently spreads your messy folds apart, all of the men watching as your little hole twitches. "it goes right through the hood of your sweet little clit, doesn't it baby?"

"and that means," ransom chimes in from behind as he reaches down into your low-cut top, gently collecting your tits in his hands and squeezing at them, "that every time it moves, it rubs right up against your poor little button. isn't that right, pretty girl?"

you manage to give a shaky nod, a small whimper rising in your throat as the men all close in to finally start giving you the relief you so desperately need. there's no fumbling or hesitation, each of them settling in on their own task to contribute to the system of pleasure

steve brings two huge fingers to line up right at your opening, swirling the tips around briefly in your pool of slick before steadily pushing in. "okay sweetheart, let's get this pretty little pussy nice and filled up"

ransom continues up at your chest, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your pebbled nipples. "there you go, doll face. just relax," he's encouraging as your back arches lightly, making you sink a bit down further into the couch

andy drags some of your plentiful wetness down, carefully teasing the tip of a single digit over your puckered rosebud. he chuckles when you let out a startled whine, his voice low and soothing in tone as he croons, "easy, baby. i'll be gentle, i promise"

and ari seems maybe the most pleased of them all as he begins tapping and tugging gently at the small gold ring settled so perfectly against your now hardened clit. the feeling of the metal bumping and moving against your throbbing button is already more than enough to make you squirm, ari's patient gaze settled on you as he murmurs, "look at that, so responsive, just like always. does that feel good, baby doll? here, i wonder if we just-"

the others continue masturbating you in their various ways as the man before you pulls up on the ring, forcing the hood of your clit back to reveal your swollen little nub. "there it is," ari breathes happily as he steals some of your slick, bringing his thumb up to begin swiping repeatedly over your exposed bundle of nerves as his other hand keeps its hood retracted with the ring

"oh-... o-oh..." you're immediately stumbling over your words, your breaths shuddering as your clit burns brutally beneath ari's quickening pace

"think someone likes that," steve's chuckling beside you as he stretches you out on his fingers, curling them upward to stroke against your weak spot

andy's gathered more of your arousal to coat his pointer finger as he gently begins easing it up into your tight little ass, his eyes shining with pride as you weakly take the intrusion, "yeah? you like that, baby girl? that's it, honey. you're being so good for us"

"let's see if we can make this pretty little girl come for us," ari speaks to the others as your tummy quivers, your little legs shaking on either side of you as the stimulation becomes more and more overwhelming. but as soon as your knees begin trying to close, steve and andy are holding them open, giving you no choice but to lay there against the hot leather and let the men bring you to orgasm

"remember to ask permission, baby," ransom's reminding you as his head leans down next to your ear. the hands all over your body continue, but everyone glances over in lloyd's general direction as he sits just across the coffee table on the opposite couch, watching intently with a hand placed at his chin. one of his big rules for shared play time is that you always get his permission to come

"p-please daddy," your little voice comes out begging as both your holes are fucked forcefully now with large, slippery fingers, your nipples being rolled and rubbed as your clit is flicked in rapid succession. "please, c-can i-... can i-i come?"

lloyd scoots forward a bit, giving a simple nod as he lowers his hand from his face. "go ahead, princess. being so good for daddy's friends, you can come. you've earned it, baby"

as soon as you're allowed, you let go, your orgasm washing over you with impressive force. being the first climax you've had in months, it's quite the sight to be seen

all the praise coming from the men surrounding you blurs together as your holes contract around the fingers still pumping inside you: "oh- there it is" "good, very good, little one" "look at that, coming so hard for us" "keep going, baby. keep coming, that's it" "poor little girl, needed it so bad, huh?" "so cute when she comes, isn't she? such a precious girl"

when the waves of pleasure are finally dying down, their cheers turn to softer, soothing words as their hands still against you: "did so good for us, pretty girl. we're so proud of you" "that feel good, angel? seemed like a pretty big one" "you're okay, sweetheart. here, let's get your daddy over here" “no little one, don’t move. we’ll take care of the mess; you just hang tight”

everything feels like you’re experiencing it through a haze as lloyd comes over with the supplies needed for aftercare. you’re cleaned up and put in a comfy pair of fresh panties, your dress being repositioned on you to cover you up. someone wraps you in a blanket, and soon you’re safe and content in your daddy’s arms

the men all spend the rest of the night doting on you, helping keep you in a tiny headspace where you feel so safe and cared for. you get all the snuggles, tummy rubs, hair strokes, nose and cheek kisses, and gentle loving words you could ever want from each of your daddy’s wonderful friends

wow holy cow i got carried away with this 😮‍💨 all of them at once is so much but like,, , the i need that kind of so much 😔🙏

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navybrat817 · 7 months

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Easy as Pie

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: You bake pies for Andy, but you're still his favorite treat. Word Count: Over 2.6k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, cockwarming, slight body worship, sensory deprivation (blindfolding), established relationship, light D/s vibes, mention of insecurities, Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Fic #2 for Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! Special thanks for suggesting soft Andy, @whisperlullaby (body worship and sensory deprivation) and @drabblewithfrannybarnes (cockwarming). ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Baking was a hobby you enjoyed and what better time to make pies than in the fall? When you asked Andy that morning if he'd prefer to have a pumpkin or apple pie for dessert that evening, he told you to choose for him. It was tough for you to decide. For pumpkin, the earthy pleasant flavor and creamy filling was a wonderful contrast to the flaky trust. For apple, the sweet and tart combination was both delicious and complex.

After a quick mental debate, you decided to bake Andy one of each so he could have the best of both worlds.

“I guess I'll just have to surprise you,” you told him before he left for work.

“Either way, I'll still want you for dessert.”

You were looking forward to that.

It would've been easy for you to buy crust or filling from the store, but you preferred to bake from scratch. As tedious as it was to get the consistency right, it was fulfilling to see your progress from beginning to end. You also told Andy that baking engaged your senses, from touch to taste to smell. It relaxed you as well as energized you. It was almost like the aroma pushed you to the finish line.

By the time you finished baking and cleaning up, it was late afternoon. You were proud of how the pies turned out. Plus the smile on Andy's face when he walked into the kitchen was worth double the work.

“Right on time,” you smiled, removing your apron as he glanced over where the pies sat on display. “How was your day?”

“Better now that I’m home,” he said, loosening his tie before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. He brought his hands to your waist to hold you close, your body molding easily against his. “Did you have a good day?”

“I did, but it’s better now that you’re home,” you said in return.

“You had a good day baking a pumpkin and an apple pie for me?” He questioned as you nodded. “You spoil me, honey. Thank you.”

It was almost laughable that he considered you baking pies as spoiling him. He worked hard as a lawyer and was still a loving partner even with his often busy schedule. The least you could do was take care of him in some form, though you were certain you got the better end of the stick by being with Andy.

“Don’t thank me until you taste them. They may not be so great,” you teased.

The hands on your waist gripped you a little tighter. “Don’t do that.”

Self-deprecating was something Andy didn’t care for, especially when he knew how hard you worked. He understood that there would be days when you wouldn’t think the world of yourself, but he never wanted you to put yourself or your skills down. Even if you were joking and nothing more, he preferred that you saw the best in yourself. If you didn’t, he found ways to tell or show you how special you were.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that,” you said, shrinking slightly under his fierce gaze before you brushed your fingers along his thick beard. “I’m sure they taste great.”

“I’m sure they do, too,” he said, the blue of his eyes darkening as you moved your fingers to his hair. “Now say something nice about yourself.”

You chewed on your bottom lip as you sifted through your thoughts, doing your best to find something positive to say that didn’t sound like you were bragging. “I put love into everything I do and that’s what counts.”

Andy’s piercing gaze softened as he gently held your chin, bringing a smile to both of your faces. “That’s how I know your pies will taste delicious. Because you made them with love.”

Praise was something you typically shied away from, but it was different with Andy. You welcomed the way warmth blossomed from your core and embraced how it spread from your head to your toes. “Double the love since you wouldn’t decide which one you wanted,” you said, his chest rising a bit as he chuckled. “Now you have to pick which one you want to try first. Unless you want to wait until after dinner.”

His brows pinched together slightly as he considered your question. He couldn’t go wrong with either. “I think I’d rather skip dinner and go right to dessert,” he answered, venturing over to the counter.

You watched as he carefully cut and plated a slice from both pies, your breath hitching when he licked some of the apple filling off his finger. He wasn't trying to seduce you at the moment, but it was working. “I don’t mind that at all,” you said as he went back to you, your fingers wrapping around his tie to have him close again. “And where would you like to have dessert?”

“In the living room,” he replied, running his free hand up and down your arm. “And there’s something else I want to try.”

“And what’s that?” You asked curiously.

“I want you to sit on my cock,” he began, bringing his hand back to your waist as you inhaled. It was always a good time for you when he wanted to play. “And I want to blindfold you.”

You whimpered, eager to give him what he wanted. Him robbing you of your sight as he stayed deep inside you would enhance everything else around you. Would his cock feel harder than usual? Would his hands and lips make you tremble more than normal?

“And you’re going to sit perfectly still while I have a slice of each pie,” he continued, his voice gruff as your breathing picked up.

“You want me to sit still while I keep you warm?” You questioned as he kissed your forehead with a smile.

“That’s exactly what I want,” he whispered, dragging his lips down to the tip of your nose. “You naked and blindfolded while my hands and mouth wander, letting me worship you as I eat those delicious pies you put so much care into.”

You made some sort of embarrassing sound at his words, wondering if was going to keep his suit on while you kept his cock warm. It was such a power move and one you loved exploring with him. While he was physically dominant over you, he was also verbally appreciative and tender. He loved you exactly the way you needed him to.

“Maybe I want to worship you, Andy,” you said. He deserved for you to love him the way he needed you to as well.

“Not tonight,” he said, a hint of dominance starting to seep in. There would be no arguing with him. “Not when I’m going to eat you out after I pump you full.”

Fuck.

“And what’ll happen if I don’t stay still?” You asked breathlessly, shivering when his mouth touched the corner of yours, his beard tickling your skin.

“You won’t come,” he replied, smirking when you took a step back and narrowed your eyes. “At least, not right away.”

“That's just mean, Mr. Barber,” you said with the smallest of pouts. He only edged you if there was a reason to do so. Though it wouldn't surprise you if he dragged it out for your self-deprecating comment earlier.

“I won't be mean tonight, but I will need you to be patient,” he said, nudging you toward the doorway. “Go to the living room and strip. I'll be there in a moment.”

Glancing over your shoulder, you smirked as you said, “Yes, Sir.”

The smirk fell as you began to undress in front of the couch with shaky hands. Though the curtains were drawn, the light in the room was bright enough that you wouldn't have a chance to hide from Andy's stare. The thought had your heart racing faster because he cherished every part of you. Any imperfection to you was a thing of beauty to him.

“Fuck, you really do spoil me.”

The rich timbre of Andy's voice made your hands fall to your sides, the ache between your thighs stronger as he walked toward you. Your nipples hardened as his eyes swept over you, like he actually touched you. It was embarrassing how wet you were when he hadn't laid a finger on you yet. You didn’t even close your eyes until he moved close enough that his nose brushed against yours.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his lips almost touching yours before he set the pie down. “You ready to take a seat or should I check?”

“I think you should check,” you said, opening your eyes as you widened your stance.

His gaze moved lower as he cupped your pussy, his fingers brushing along your slit. You were patient, letting him tease you when what you wanted was for him to stab his fingers deep. Watching him bring his glistening fingers to his lips to taste you seconds later, it was a feat your knees didn’t buckle.

He didn’t beckon you any closer as he lowered his pants and underwear, his cock springing free. His gaze devoured you still as he took a seat, lightly stroking himself with a moan as you stood there waiting. Your mouth watered at the thought of dropping to your knees and swallowing him down. It was another way to keep him warm. But he was in charge and what he wanted was your pussy.

You wouldn’t deny him.

“Come here,” he urged, taking your hand to help you into his lap. He stroked your thigh with his other hand as you straddled him. “Take me in.”

Gripping the base of his cock, you stared into his eyes as you lined him up with your entrance. Prolonged eye contact was another thing Andy taught you to appreciate. Watching the swirl of emotions in his eyes as you began to sink down made your heart almost beat out of your chest. Both of you sighed as you continued to move down, not wanting to go too fast. It would hurt him if you got hurt.

“Good girl,” he praised as you took a moment to appreciate how good he felt. He removed the tie from around his neck when you tightened slightly around him. You almost forgot he planned to blindfold you. “You let me know if this is too much, okay?”

“I will,” you promised. You never had to use your safeword with Andy, but knew he’d stop right away if anything made you uncomfortable. Communication was everything to him. “I trust you.”

He paused, a raw expression on his face as he didn’t reply. You framed his cheeks, wordlessly telling him that he didn’t have to speak. Trust wasn’t something either of you gave easily. Something about him made it easy. Maybe it was how deep your love for him ran.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice thick as he covered your eyes with the tie. He didn’t make it too tight, but you couldn’t see a thing. “Now be good for me.”

You gasped when one of his hands closed over your breast, your back arching to get more of his touch. You had to bite your lip to hold in your moans when his mouth enclosed around your nipple, his tongue suckling the hardened bud. Your cunt throbbed as he switched, giving equal care to each side with his hand and mouth.

“So lucky to have you,” he rasped as he released your nipple, your breathing heavy as you heard the fork scrape along the plate. Your cunt throbbed when he moaned, the sound filthy and deep. “Have a taste.”

You breathed in deeply through your nose, but Andy didn’t bring the fork to your mouth. He kissed you instead, making you cling to him as you tasted the spices on his tongue. It was stronger than normal, the flavor exploding in your mouth. You practically saw colors dancing behind your eyelids, giving various shades to the sweet taste he shared with you.

“Sweet just like your cunt,” he growled, arousal pooling in your gut as he moved his lips down your neck. Your hands were free, but you felt completely at his mercy. Your pleasure was in his hands. “Doing so well. Just keep me warm while I eat.”

You were desperate for more, but you stayed as still as you could. He kept a hand on you as he took bites, between gently grabbing your ass or rubbing your thigh. His lips and tongue touched wherever they could reach, bringing little whimpers out of you. The one thing he didn’t touch was your clit, which was begging for attention.

How long would he tease you?

“Andy, please,” you whispered, almost shifting in his lap in the hopes to get some relief.

“Almost done, honey,” he assured you, drawing a soft cry from you when he suddenly thrust his hips up. “You need me to fuck you, is that it? Can’t wait until I’m finished eating the dessert you made just for me?”

His finger brushed your clit only once and it was almost enough to hurdle you over the edge. Each touch, every lavishness of his attention, was pure ecstasy. “I-I want to make you feel good.”

“Honey, this is making me feel good,” he said, rocking his hips again as your chest heaved. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew his gaze was hungry. “Watching you like this, letting me touch you, praise you. Don’t you feel how fucking hard I am?”

“I do,” you exhaled. You felt every inch of him along your sensitive walls. “Feels good.”

He kissed your cheek, the scent of cinnamon filling your nostrils. “You feel good. So wet and tight and it’s all for me. So fucking lucky to come home to you. Love you so much, honey.”

The fabric of his tie felt damp and you realized it was your sudden tears causing that. Between his words and how sensitive your body felt, it was a lot in a good way. “I love you, too,” you whispered once you took a breath.

He dragged his mouth to your ear as he brought his finger back to your clit, rubbing gently as you both groaned. “You want me to feel even better? Show me how good I make you feel. Drench me and I’ll fuck you with my cock and tongue.”

“Please, please, please,” you begged, gripping his arms in an almost bruising hold, determined to give him what he demanded.

“Come.”

That was your undoing, the tide washing you away as you drenched him the way he demanded. He quieted your cries with his mouth, swallowing them down for himself. You whined as he stopped rubbing your clit, the spasms from your walls still strong as he whispered how much he loved you.

You loved him, too.

“Beautiful,” he commented as you came down, allowing you to collapse against him as you caught your breath. His heart raced against your chest, almost as fast as yours beat. Pleasuring you pleased him and you wondered how you hit the jackpot with him.

“The pumpkin was good,” he began, running a hand up and down your back. “But I think I prefer the apple pie. It’s sweet, like you.”

You laughed breathlessly, making your walls spasm a bit around him. “Noted,” you said, reaching for the blindfold.

He stopped you before you could remove it. “Leave it on. I’m not done worshiping you yet,” he said, shocking you by tracing a bit of whipped cream on your lips. “And if you want my cream, you'll behave.”

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jadedvibes · 2 years

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Innocent

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

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader

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

Word Count: 900

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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buckys-wintersoldier · 4 months

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Be quiet | Andy Barber

Pairing -> Lawyer!Husband!Andy Barber x Wife!Female!Reader

Summary -> Andy and his colleagues go out for dinner and you are allowed to join them. But before you are there your Husband shows you a new toy he bought for you. So you’re sitting in the restaurant with your husband, his colleagues, a vibrator stuck between your walls and Andy has the remote for the little toy.

Warnings -> 18+, Minors DNI, smut, fingering, oral (f!receiving), using of a vibrator, kinda public sex, fingering and orgasm in public

Wordcount -> 2.2k

A/N -> I want to thank @nicoline1998enilocin for proofreading for me and for the comments on the document, I really appreciate it.

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“Babe, are you ready?” Andy asks and looks through the door, trying to find you in the bedroom.

But you’re not there. He furrows his eyebrows and walks into the room.

You’re standing in the bathroom next to the bedroom and looking at yourself in the mirror. When Andy sees you, he smiles and shakes his head softly.

“You look adorable; there is nothing you need to worry about,” he tells you and walks closer.

His hands find their way to your hips, and he presses your back against his chest.

“I don’t think I should wear that dress,” you mumble, and you slide your hands over the fabric of it.

The soft, red dress fits perfectly, and you would love to wear it when it's not dinner with Andy’s coworkers.

It’s not that you don’t like them, but they stare at you all the time, and the dress you wear is going to make it worse because it shows a lot of your skin. It is exactly what Andy loves, but not only your husband loves it. His colleagues will love it as well and stare at you like they will put you on the table and eat you for dinner instead of the food that is ordered.

You look into the mirror and catch Andy’s eyes on your breasts. A slight chuckle escapes your lips, and Andy immediately looks up to look into your eyes.

“I would love to help you out of the dress right now,” he whispers into your ear, and you feel the shiver along your spine. “I will wait until later, but I have a surprise for you,” he tells you.

He takes a step backwards while you turn around to face him. Andy looks for a box in his pocket. When he finally managed to get it out of his pants, he hands it to you.

“Thank you,” you mumble, thinking it’s a necklace or something else he treats you with.

But the thought isn’t for a long time in your mind when you open the box and see a small, pink vibrator in it.

Andy smirks at you when your jaw drops open and you look at him with widened eyes. You’re going to a meeting, and he gives you a vibrator?

“We can use it later in bed; is that what you thought about when you gave it to me?” you ask, not knowing that your husband has definitely better plans for the toy.

“No, I thought about using it while we are out for dinner,” he explains his intentions.

He leans closer to kiss your neck softly.

“Don’t you love that idea as much as I do?” Andy mumbles against your sensitive skin, and the warmth of his breath lets you shiver.

You look at the toy again, then back at Andy. For a moment, you think about doing it, but his coworkers are there and could see it. When you are going to cum all over the toy, you can’t tell them that you have a vibrator stuck between your legs.

“Andy, we can’t do it when we are out with your colleagues,” you tell him, but he just laughs softly, placing his hand on your back and leading you into your bedroom.

With a slight push, you fall into your bed. You can hear him growling behind you, probably seeing your red panties, the ones he absolutely adores.

“Can’t wait to stuff you full with my cock later,” he mumbles, and he gets on his knees behind you.

You’re lying on your stomach, so you can’t see what he is doing between your legs, but it doesn’t take long for you to find out.

Your husband rubs his fingers softly over the fabric of your panties. You moan when you just feel the warmth of his fingertips against your wetness. He smiles while slips his fingers under the fabric and immediately feels the slick around his fingers.

“So wet for me already,” he mumbles, and you whimper.

He rubs soft circles on your clit, sliding his finger over your entrance and using your wetness as lube. Andy pushes the fabric of your panties to the side and looks at your sobbing pussy.

He lowers his head and kisses your clit softly. Making you gasp, and you try to find something to grip. You need to ground yourself when your husband uses his fingers and tongue on your most sensitive part.

“Please,” you whimper, hoping he will continue kissing your clit and pushing his fingers into your entrance.

He chuckles when he hears your desperate whines, but he does what you want him to do. He uses his tongue to lick over your entrance and your clit. His fingers are pushing slowly inside of you.

You throw your head into the mattress, your fingers digging into the pillows next to you. Andy pushes his fingers deeper, hitting your sweet spot.

“Fuck, yes. There again, please, Andy,” you moan, and he does exactly that.

He pulls his fingers out of you before he pushes them back inside. Your wetness is soaking his fingers, and when he pulls them out of you again, he can’t stop himself from pushing his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean.

“You taste so sweet,” he mumbles against his fingers.

Then he lowers them between your legs again and pushes them inside of you. Andy curls them, spreads them, and pushes them deeper and harder inside of you while you’re moaning loudly.

“I would love to see you like that the whole night, but we have dinner with my colleagues,” he says, and he kisses your back when he pulls his fingers out of you.

You almost cum all over his fingers, but he knows you well enough to feel your clenching walls, so he pulls out and smirks when you whine and beg for him to make you cum.

Andy looks up and looks for the toy next to you. He takes it and slides it over the fabric of your panties. Then he pushes your panties to the side and glides the toy through your folds.

“Let me cum, please,” you whimper.

He chuckles and rubs the tip of the toy over your entrance, pushing it slightly inside of you before he pulls it out of you and slides it through your folds again. You whimper and wiggle your ass to show him you're ready.

“Don’t move, or you won’t cum until tonight around my cock,” he says with his rough voice, and he makes you immediately stop with your movements.

He pushes the toy back inside of you, your walls clenching around it while he pushes it as deep as he can inside of you. Then he taps harshly on it, and it hits your sweet spot before he lets go of you and stands up.

You turn around, seeing Andy smiling at you. He offers you his hand and pulls you up into his arms. You smell his scent and feel comfortable in his embrace while he kisses your cheek softly and takes your hand to lead you through the house so the two of you can finally make your way to the restaurant where you meet his colleagues.

— —

“And how was your last job? We heard it was really easy for you." One of Andy’s colleagues says this with a slight smile on his lips.

Your husband nods and explains the details while you look around and enjoy the soft music in the room.

You’re sitting at the table with your husband and his colleagues. As you thought, they look at you like they are starving and you are their meal, but luckily Andy takes care that they just look at you and don't touch you. But he also takes care of you when you feel uncomfortable with all those gazes on you.

The toy between your clenching walls makes it not too easy for you to sit still, but you try your best so no one will figure out that you’re not as innocent as you look.

“Are you oke, babe?” Andy asks, and you roll your eyes because of his question.

Of course you’re oke but it’s not as easy to sit there with something between your legs, which always hits your sweet spot when you move just an inch.

“Yes,” you mumble and smile softly.

Andy nods and turns around to answer the next question someone asked. You see his hand sliding into his pocket, and you wouldn’t be so nervous when you wouldn't know that he has the remote for the vibrator in it.

When he talks again, he pushes something on the remote, and you feel the toy inside of you moving.

“Fuck,” you hiss and bite your lip. The men around the table immediately look at you.

“Sorry, I just mean ‘it’s great here’,” you mumble, and they nod.

Andy’s attention is on you while you squirm and press your thighs together. The toy hits your sweet spot every time, and you feel like going crazy. But you can’t go to the bathroom now. When you try to go to the bathroom, you will cum when you just get up from the chair, and you will probably moan so everyone will know what’s going on.

Andy knows it exactly because he plays with the power of the vibration before he turns it off and smirks at you.

“Does it feel good?” he asks, and you nod softly.

Of course it does, but you’re still with his colleagues in a restaurant, and when he edges you every time, it's hard to be quiet. Andy smiles and leans closer to kiss your cheek softly.

“Be quiet for me; can you do this?” he mumbles.

“Yes, I try,” you reply while you see his hand in his pocket again.

He turns the vibration on and smiles when you throw your head slightly back.

You want to moan, want to cum, and ask him to fuck you, but your thoughts get interrupted when one of the waiters comes to your table and brings you the dessert.

With the little bowl in front of you, you have something to distract yourself. Your husband is edging you the whole evening, and you want nothing more than cum all over the toy.

You press your thighs together, feeling the wetness between your folds.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” you mumble, and when Andy looks at you and your thighs, he immediately knows why you need to go to the bathroom.

“I don’t think you need to go there. I have something that could help you better,” he whispers and leans closer to kiss your cheek before he places his hand on your thigh, really close to your pussy.

Your eyes widen slightly when he moves his hand closer until he finally reaches your panties. Andy uses two fingers to push the fabric to the side and guides his fingers through your folds.

“You’re so wet,” he mumbles.

Then he slides his other hand into the pocket of his pants, and you feel the vibrator inside of you slowly moving. Your walls are clenching immediately around the toy, and when your husband uses his fingers to rub them softly over your clit you dig your fingers into his arm, grounding yourself.

The pleasure flows through your body when you feel the knot in your stomach growing. Your grip around his arm tightens, and you try not to moan.

“I’m so close; can I cum? Please,” you ask quietly.

Andy nods, and you cum all over the toy. Your walls are squeezing it while his fingers are still rubbing your clit and your breath gets heavy while your legs shake softly.

“You did so well for me; when we are home, I will make you cum all over my dick,” he groans, sliding his fingers through your folds.

They are glittering because of your slick. None of his colleagues look at the two of you, and Andy uses that moment to push his fingers into his mouth and suck them clean.

“Tastes so good, princess,” he mumbles and smiles.

It needs all inside of you to not moan. The toy is still vibrating between your clenching walls, and your husband is looking so hot while he sucks at his fingers, which are glittering with your slick. And you’re already excited to come home after dinner and have him push his dick deep inside of you while you can be as loud as you want to be. And he will push you over the edge until you squirt all over him. He will make sure you know he will always fuck you better than a toy can do it.

“Good girl, so quiet for me. Looking so innocent but being such a slut for me, huh?” Andy says, and you nod, pressing your thighs together before he finally turns off the vibration.

His hand is on your thigh again while he eats the dessert. You can’t really name it a dinner because the dinner will be the one in your bed, just you and Andy, and he will praise how good you’re doing for him while he fucks you into the mattress.

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oh-my-damn · 2 years

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Sweet Heartache - Part 3

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

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Pairing: DA!Andy Barber x Intern!Reader

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

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

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

Word Count: 4700

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But then you walked through the door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you for taking me here."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shrugs, eyes meeting yours again tentatively.

"Did you have fun?"

He snorts, "Fun?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you ever have fun?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Anytime, sweetheart."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where are you going?"

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

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

"What friend?"

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

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

His jaw tenses immediately.

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

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

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

"How did he ask you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unfortunately, Andy didn't realize the same.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A date? What do you mean?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he can't.

It's just not there.

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

But his mind is elsewhere.

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

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

But it's simply not there.

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

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

And suddenly he's very interested.

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

Laurie sends him a pointed look, "Who?"

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

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

"Then why is he calling?"

"It wasn't him calling."

That does it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What the hell is this, fucking groundhog day?

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

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

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

"Andy, are you okay?"

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

"Can I come in?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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you’re so good with asks and I have an idea, if you could…

Silverfox!Lawyer!Andy Barber finds out Jake screwed up and got a girl pregnant. Andy takes care of the baby…but could you also include a twist? Something different?

Absolutely!

The door was closed, however it didn’t stop them from their loud and cantankerous arguing nor had the closed door made it impossible for you to hear it. You could hear everything they were saying, everything Jacob Barber was screaming about you in all your ‘disgusting laudation’, the undesirable traits that made you, as a human, good enough to screw but not good enough to stay with.

Even with your pregnancy, you were seen as undesirable in his eyes. You were human and he was…something else. It was fine for you to be screwed by the man-child after a less than stellar date but now that you were pregnant…

“Once again I have to clean up your messes.” The door opened, his father and mother stepping out of the office following him. “You’re a pathetic excuse-“

“Andy!” His mother with greying hair and deep brown eyes had seethed, glaring at his father with discontent. “You need to be so harsh!”

“Laurie,” Jacob’s father spat with disgust and deplorable anger, “you ruined our son. He’s a little brat who thinks he can fuck around with anyone he wants and get away with it.”

“Our son doesn’t want to be bound to some human-“ Laurie Barber had stopped talking, she snapped her mouth shut as she settled her eyes on you. Her brown eyes appeared aged and as if they had been turned to mud, her face had turned sour and any beauty she once had was faded.

His father, however, his age had turned him into a heightened sexual being. A beautiful creature who was not deterred by age, by the silver and gray hairs and the older age, he was made more beautiful.

“Stupid whore.” Jacob growled under his breath, taking a step forward that was ceased when Andy Barber’s arm shot out and he had grabbed Jacob by the back of the neck, shoving him into the wall.

“Watch your fucking tongue, boy. Mind who you’re talking to.” Andy cursed his own son, he displayed great power before he left him to and straightened his suit jacket.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart. The little snipe isn’t worth it.” Andy addressed you with a turn of softness. “Come in to the office, we have some things to discuss.”

Andy had waited for you to walk toward him, and then he had slipped his hand upon the small of your back. He led you passed Jacob, glaring at his own son.

“Don’t worry, Jacob.” Andy growled. “I’ve taken the burden from you. Now you can return to your usual string of whores and gold-diggers.”

His hand was heavy upon your back, his scent was a mix of spice and natural woodsiness. He was tall and broad, thick and sturdy as he kept himself close to you. You could feel warmth radiating from beneath his fine suit jacket and his button down shirt.

“I should apologize for my son,” Andy had ushered you forward toward the chairs in front of the desk while he had closed the door, giving you an opportunity to study the placards hung on the wall.

He was a Harvard graduate, studying law and practicing with a reputable firm. He was a partner now and had great success, clearly becoming a very wealthy man with charm and charisma.

“Please sit,” Andy walked around the desk and came to sit on the other side, his hands folded on the surface, “my son is a real piece of work. My ex-wife, she spoiled him endlessly and he doesn’t have the self awareness to know when he needs to put his dick away.”

You rest you hand on your belly and avert your gaze, you focused back on the frames hanging up on the wall. You focused on the achievements he had garnered for himself, and then you look at the status framed.

Andy Barber was a creature, he was not entirely human like you. Creatures and beasts had different rules, different customs and ways of bonding.

“It was one night, I didn’t mean to start anything. I just…I thought he deserved to know.” You looked back at Andy, studying this beautiful man who was silvered and greyed but no less beautiful.

“You know,” Andy had reached to the right and picked up a few forms, setting them in front of himself, centred perfectly, “creatures like Jacob and myself…things are different and when he had…planted a seed, it had created a bond between you two.”

“Was I…am I..?”

“Don’t worry, sweet human.” Andy had smiled charmingly and soothingly before he cleared his throat. “You were meant to be bonded to my son however things have changed.”

“Things?” You wondered what he meant, your stomach flipping with anxiety. “I don’t-“

“My son lacks the capacity to care for anyone but himself. A bond created would have failed in every measure, he would not have cared for you or your child and you would suffer.” Andy had pushed himself to stand, his hands loosening his tie, the forms still sitting perfectly lined up.

“I however, cannot sit back and let this bond be squandered.” Your heart raced, your palms had begun sweating.

“Where my son has failed, I will not.” Andy stopped before you, he reached for your hand and squeezed. “The bond is unbreakable, but it can be transferred. I have taken the bond upon myself.”

“I-I don’t understand…” you found it impossible to breathe, nothing was making sense and your head was pounding. “What is-“

“For all intents and purposes, you are mine now. You are my responsibility and my partner, mates if you would. You will be recognized as my woman, my human woman, and your child…it is now my child.”

“Mr. Barber-“

“Andy, sweet girl.” His smile was still charming, despite his possessiveness. “You can call me Andy, Mrs. Barber.”

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