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i’d just like to say that this was SO FUCKING GOOD and i can’t wait for the next chapter! i’d love to be tagged if that’s okay!!❤️❤️

The Laws of Love. [1/?]

Andy Barber x plus size/curvy f!reader (angst/smut) Your husband has been distant lately. After he stands you up on a promised date night you start to wonder if it is more than just work keeping him away.

Word Count: Almost 2k / A/N: The first part of a new series I’m working on. I am very excited for this. This story will get somewhat darker as the series progresses. Warnings will be added to future parts accordingly. Enjoy! [Andy photo credit] Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, use of the term “Daddy”, pet names (honey, baby, sweetheart), choking (if you squint)

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i just…. this is so fucking good and i LOVE THIS

I read your hc for Andy and i love it! I read it like 5 or 6 times. I have crush on Andy (crush on a fictional character is Silly i know) and Andy in this hc is sooo close to my imaginations. Exept that he got divorce after ten years from his wife (not laurie) which they always had problems an at the end she cheated on him and Andy saw them in bed! So if u accept request i want to ask for a hc Andy and young reader that she give him a BJ. Andy was just with her wife for like ten years and she really wasn't into it so this BJ is after long time and sooo diffrent from what he had in the past :)

notes: first of all, i’m so glad you liked that hc - it’s very near and dear to me and probably one of my favorite things i’ve written for andy! so i appreciate this ask as well :) i won’t lie, though, i did take some liberties with this because i felt more inspired keeping it in the same universe of the original hc! hopefully that’s okay, and you still enjoy this because i had an great time writing it - consider it our second look into fresh start!andy as i’ve started calling him! post break credit to the lovely @evansyhelp!

pairing: andy barber x reader.

warnings: 18+ / minors dni, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking but the tender kind, all in all sweet andy getting back into the swing of dating. you don’t have to read this previous headcanon to get this one, but it does add context for everything reader and andy are worried about! 

wc: 1.7k

The first night you spend at Andy’s house is an accident. You’ve only been dating a few weeks at that point; each one more wonderful than the last but moving, at his request, at a snail’s pace.

So, waking up in his bed, head pounding from wine the night before, feels like a foot on the gas that you can only hope hasn’t ruined things. From the looks of it, he didn’t join you – leave it to him to be so selfless — but you can’t decide if that makes this better or worse. And when you finally emerge from his room, face washed and tongue stinging from mouthwash, it’s with a heart braced for the cold shoulder. For Andy, aching from a night on the couch he wasn’t expecting and irked by the crossed boundaries. 

Instead, you’re met by his usual warmth; a broad smile when he sees you peek into the kitchen and a hand squeezing your hip when you’re close enough to reach. “Mornin’, sweetheart. Sleep well?” He asks like it’s nothing - like you’re right where you’re supposed to be - and when he presses a cup of something warm into your hands ( made just the way you like it ), you nod, preening.

Crisis averted.

The second time you spend the night, it’s storming. It’s in the depths of Massachusetts winter, just one month after the first night; so a blizzard isn’t all that shocking. But, it had been unexpected, the skies opening up to dump a few feet of snow in just a couple hours.

Andy had hosted dinner again and you’d taken extra care to pace yourself, not wanting to repeat the mistake from the month before. But after just one glance out the window as you pull on your jacket to go home, Andy himself nips that plan in the bud.

“Absolutely not,” he huffs when you insist you could make it back with your ‘state of the art tires’. “This isn’t stopping any time soon and there’s already a few feet down - just stay here and if it’s still bad in the morning, I can help take you back.” 

The invitation isn’t the problem — in fact, your chest warms at his worry, tender spreading through every part of you. But, you worry, still, about imposing after the last slip-up. Even with your wits about you, there’s so much that could go wrong; so much you could do to overstay your welcome the first time you’ve actually earned it. 

Caught up in your thoughts, you don’t notice Andy getting closer until he’s upon you, hands moving to guide yours off your coat. His touch draws your eyes to his face where he, again, has that big smile, this one laced with softness as he works your jacket off you. “Not sure what you’re thinking about so hard over here,” he muses, folding the coat over his arm once he’s done. “But, you’re not arguing with me anymore, so I’m going to take that as a win and get some blankets out here to keep us warm.” 

His lips come down on the swell of your cheek before he turns and as you watch him pad towards his bedroom, you feel your heart flutter in anticipation. 

There’s something about this you could get used to.

The third time you spend the night, Andy can’t stop kissing you. 

It isn’t the first time you’ve made out, now four months into your relationship and long past the nerves that made him clam up at anything beyond a peck. But, it is the most intense, the most indulgent it’s ever been.

It’d started with a night out; with dinner at his favorite restaurant and drinks at your favorite bars. Each new spot found you closer, touching more and more until the levee buckles and you’re in his lap, head spinning equal parts from the alcohol and him.

He gets you home without putting much distance between you, fingers skimming any skin he can reach as you wait for a ride and pulling you into him once you’re both in the backseat. But he doesn’t kiss you again until you’re alone; until you’re back in that small apartment that’s started to feel empty when you aren’t there and he can lick into your mouth until your knees knock. 

That’s all he really wants that night — to kiss until you’re both sick of it. But, some things have a way of taking a life of their own and it would seem tonight that that’s you. Or rather, the desire between you; this pent up, heavy thing that’s grown steadily for some time, but is at a full rage tonight, inevitably landing you here —-

You, on your knees before him while his chest squeezes with a desperate need.

He can’t remember the last time he’d been touched like this; could count on one hand the number of times Laurie took him into her mouth after those early years together. But, he knows better than to write his excitement – and the throbbing in his jeans – off as simply lust for what’s about to happen.

It’s because it’s you. It’s you who wants it, breathing the ache against his mouth so prettily – “Can we — could I taste you, Andy?” — he couldn’t deny you. It’s you sitting there, mouth moist from his kisses as you fish his cock out. It’s you sucking in that hungry breath, eyes watching the precum at his tip leak down over his veiny underside. And it’s you, his sugar-sweet girl, leaning up to trace it with your tongue until you can wrap your mouth around him.

The heat of it sends a jolt through him, something guttural rising from his chest as his hand finds the back of your head. You feel incredible; tongue slipping around him as if gauging the girth before your cheeks hollow and sets his entire body ablaze. “Jesus Christ,” he grunts, embarrassed by the way he actually has to work to keep his hips from bucking up.

You don’t make it any easier, of course. As if you can read his struggle in the tension at his shoulders, you start to move, head bobbing at a pace that’s slow to start. So much so that he’d think you were baiting him if he didn’t know any better. But, there’s something in your eyes, something in the way you devour his expression as much as you devour him that makes it clear that you just want to learn him - see what he likes, what makes it good.

The thought of it makes his body tremble and his fingers tighten some in their grip on the back of your head. It’s only slight, but you notice enough to move faster, the increased pace bringing with it messy sounds that make Andy lose his resolve, if only briefly, and rock his hips to meet your mouth. 

Horrified, he’s stuttering out an apology before you notice, even starting to sit up as if to guide you off, but your hand on his hip stops him cold. You pull off of his cock, but only enough to be heard; he can feel your lips against him as you talk, in butterfly kisses that make his legs jump. “‘S okay,” you breath, giving his hip a reassuring squeeze. “‘S okay.”

You smile then, the curve of it plush against his cock, before you’re taking him back into your mouth, this time to the hilt. Andy’s head falls back against the couch, lips parting in a silent groan that starts to rise as you take on the fastest pace so far. 

This time, he’s convinced you are baiting him, goading him to let go with the way you watch from under your lashes. And when his hip twitches under your hold, pulling one word from you before you’re back on him – “Please,” – Andy’s an absolute goner. 

Eager, but still nervous, he fucks up into your mouth slow at first; cursing at the depth and slick that comes when you’re coming down to meet him too. He’s only a couple, careful pumps in when your fingers dig into his hip and tug; needy, demanding.

You want more.

It bowls him over; how much you want, how much you’ll give. And even with some lingering concern about going too far, he’s finally started to lose his head. Inhibitions lowered, he’s fucking up faster, more intently, as he pants your name into the still of his apartment. And you’re there to meet every stroke, mouth so wide you’re practically drooling just to make it easier for him to press into your throat.

Before long, he’s close, embarrassingly so, and thinks he should at least warn you before he goes over the edge. But, the words don’t come, not in any way that matters, and he’s stuck with stuttered gasps to try and make do. “Baby, s-shit – I’m–” 

You catch on, quickly at that; but to Andy’s surprise, you don’t stop. No, you go faster, take him deeper until he’s lost to his climax, hips lifting all the way off the couch as he cums down your throat with an intensity that takes his breath away. And it’s only when you’re absolutely sure that you’ve gotten every drop that you pull off, a pleased sound rolling in your chest.

You barely have a chance to swallow or even wipe your mouth before Andy’s on you, hoisting you into his naked lap to bear down on you with kisses. His tongue fills your mouth like it’s seeking himself out in the edges and every time he tastes it, he grunts; kisses harder. 

You’ve unleashed something, you think.

But, you don’t have much time to dwell on it when he’s breaking the kiss, nose knocking yours gently before he gives you a sated smile. It’s different from those big, beaming ones you’re used to – dopey and not as wide, but lovely all the same. It stirs you so much, you plant another kiss for good measure before pulling him forward to catch his breath in the crook of your neck.

Content, Andy settles right where you want him, mouth to your still-stuttering pulse. He decides right then that there’s something about this he never wants to lose. 

Andy barber has a shy busty girlfriend, reader and one day, reader felt horny and visits Andy's office so he could fuck her.andy was busy with work, so reader decided to boob job and blow job him

Knock Knock

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, boob job, blow job, cum, office sex

“Yeah.” He sounded dry and uninterested and you were sure your presence would change that.

Turning the knob, you slid into his office, standing in front of him in your tight navy “office” dress and black pumps. But he didn’t even look up at you until the silence lingered more than it should of and when he saw you his face fell into his hands with a sigh.

You put your hands on your hips, scoffing at his reaction.

Pressing his palms down on the oak table, he rolled out his chair and came around to you.

“Hey baby” his hands reached towards your waist, pulling you into him as he sat on the edge of the desk “it’s not a good time.”

“What do you mean it’s not a good time… look at me!” Your hands pulled away from his strong chest to gesture to your boobs.

He chuckled a little, eyes lingering on prominent cleavage “You look lovely, but I have a 500 page document of evidence I have to get through therefore it’s not a good time.”

You pouted at him running your hands along the lapels of his suit jacket. Biting your lip at the sight of him in a suit, slowly you fell to your knees

“Honey no come on get up.” You ignored his warnings as you slowly fiddled with his belt, he did nothing to stop you but looked at you with want behind his eyes.

“Don’t do this to me baby..” he groaned at you.

“You’re stressed I just wanna help.” You spoke as you undid his zipper, pulling his pants down to his ankles along with his briefs.

He signed, rubbing the wrinkles on his forehead “Go lock the door.”

You grabbed his cock in your hand feeling the weight in your hand, watching it grow thick and hard as you trailed the veins, kitty licking the tip, as you stick your tongue in the indent of his Vick desperate yo taste his salty pre cum

Laying out your tongue you took him into your mouth, letting it slide down your throat as you wrapped your lips firmly around his cock, moving around your hands to your back you slowly unzipped your top pulling down the sleeves and letting your tits fall with a sudden drop from the constraints of the fabric, never letting his cock fall from its place in your mouth.

Andy let’s out a breathy “Jesus Christ” at the sight in front of him, pulling him out of your mouth slowly with a pop so his cock slaps against your chin and bounces with its sheer mass, glistening with your saliva. Spitting on his length you wrapped as much as you could in your hand, rubbing it up and down letting a thick layer of wet marinate on his cock.

You raise your bare chest upwards, catching his cock between your large breasts, pushing them together with your hands, you sandwiched it in tightly.

Rocking back and forth on your knees you let his cock slide up and down your chest. You stuck out your tongue, letting the head graze the tip of your tongue with every thrust.

His hands threaded through your hair, pushing your chin further to your chest and supporting himself in your cleavage as he thrusted up and down, enjoying the sensation of sloppy skin against his cock. The way your tits heave up and down against his cock, you both working in unison to work towards his edge.

Getting insatiable and craving the feeling of his release, he took control slapping your hands away from your breast, taking over with his hands cupping your breasts. Roughly grabbing them in his calloused hands causing you to moan at the feeling of his touch finally on you. You leaned your head back, letting him take over as he used the crevice of your tits to chase his high.

His tip hitting your neck and thumbs grazing your nipples. The curve of his cock thrusting perfectly against the shape of your tits.

“I’m so close baby you feel so good wrapped around me.” You were panting at this point loving the way he used you for his pleasure, letting out his stresses on your body.

“Cum on my tits honey.” You purred at him. As he grasped his hand around his cock, pumping his release onto your now glistening chest.

He lurched forward, grasping your face in his hands desperate to taste you. His way of saying thank you. Gently easing you up onto your feet, still covered in his cum. He grabbed a few tissues from behind him, cleaning you up softly. “That was so good baby, God I needed that.” You chuckled softly at his praise, turning around and moving your hair away for him to zip you up. His pointer grazing the skin of your back and sealing the final zip with a soft kiss on your bare neck and turning you around to meet his face again.

Cupping your cheek and giving you a sloppy, deep kiss.

“I don’t know how I’m gonna work after this fuck.”

“Then don’t?” You toyed with his tie, tightening it back up to his top button.

He leaned backwards, pressing the intercom button.

“Hey Leanne, yeah I’m not feeling the best I’m going home cancel all my meetings.” You bit your lip, smirking at him as his hand rubbed the soft skin between your dress hem and knee.

“Let’s get out of here shall we?”

“Maybe I should come over more often.” You pondered out loud.

“No because then I’d get fired.” He grabbed his jacket off his chair slapping your ass out of the door.

Ok what about where Andy barber, Jacob and his (Andy)'s wife, reader lived together happily and peacefully. Until one day, lauri who got out jail and visits them.

Our Home

A/N: FINALLY. enjoy. 💕☘️

Life was bliss with you and the boys.

Jacob was getting home schooled, Andy moved to practising law privately and you got to cook them dinner every night when you came from work. With Laurie securely in jail, while worries clouded your mind in the middle of the night, they were also subdued when Andy rolled over, wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.  

“Ok so this guy walks into a bar…” Andy waved his beer over the cleaned plate in front of him.

It was a regular Wednesday night dinner, the plates of your delicious dinner cleared, warm artificial light filled the room as the boys took turns trying to make you laugh with bad jokes.

“No, you used this one last month, that isn’t fair!” Jacob groaned.

“Hey hey, let me finish!” Andy hushed him.

“Ok so he walks into-“ Interrupted by a knock at the door.

You all froze. No one ever came to the door anymore. Especially not this time at night.

Andy rose from his seat; you grabbed his forearm.

“Wait maybe it’s not a good idea honey.”

“It’s fine.” He kissed your forehead and patted Jacob’s head as he made his way to the front door.

You put your hand on Jacob’s, rubbing it softly “Hey, you’ll be ok, he protects us remember.” He gave you a small smile and nod.

You heard him walk to the door and the shuffling sounds of the door opening.

“No no no don’t do that! Don’t fucking touch me.” Andy’s voice rose and you got up in instinct.

“Yeah Laurie, look I don’t care you’re not allowed to be here it’s a court order.”

“Please don’t let her in here Y/N.” Jacob gave you a pleading whisper.

“Go up to your room, ok honey? We’ll come and see you soon. It’ll be ok.” You pulled his fringe back from his head.

He nodded, holding back tears. Getting up quickly and moving up the stairs.

You came up behind Andy, putting your hand on his lower back.

“Oh, so you’re with her now? That fucking slut?” Laurie spat at your presence.

“Hey! Hey! You don’t get to talk to her like that. You don’t get to come here and disturb the peace. Now if you don’t get off OUR property in the next 2 minutes, I will make sure you go straight back to jail.”

You cowered behind Andy, trying to hide your tears at her hurtful words, you weren’t a homewrecker by any means. Your relationship started as colleagues, you were a shoulder to cry on, with Andy everyday through all the tribulations and trial. He slept on your couch 3 times a week to get away from it all, never once pulling a move. Your relationship started after she went to jail and the divorced was finalised.

Laurie growled, lunging for you, deep rage in her eyes. She didn’t make it far before Andy’s quick reflexes pushed her back with minimal effort, back out the door.

“THAT’S IT I’M CALLING.” He slammed the door, marching to his phone in the kitchen.

“Andy, she’s not worth it… she’s harmless.” You followed him.

“I don’t care! Nobody lays their hands on you in your own home. That’s not fucking ok. She may seem harmless but I’m not going to let her get away with that.”

He picked up his phone, holding it to his ear. Hand on your wrist, pulling you close.

“Hi, I’d like to report an attempted assault… yeah we have cameras.”

Once the police arrived and you filed the report with Andy closely by your side refusing to leave. You both made your way up to Jacob’s room.

Sound asleep in bed, you both decided you’ll talk to him tomorrow, both exhausted and not wanting to wake him.

You crawled up against Andy in bed. His grip on you still tight and tense.

“I’ll never let anything happen to you, you know?”

“I know, she won’t bother us again we’ll get the restraining order.”

“Not just her, anything in life. My top priority will always be keeping you two safe.”

“I know. That’s why you’re the best baby.” You smiled up at him.

He placed a small kiss on your forehead. Pulling your chin up to meet him with his thumb and his pointer, he placed another soft, deep kiss on your lips.

“I love you Y/N.”

Can I get a sweet fluffy Andy like anything Andy no Laurie (I ignore she exists anyway lol) but sweet Andy couple stuff

Yes! Yes! Yes! Hope this is exactly what you needed angel. ✨💕

What to Wear

Summary: You cant find a shirt that fits but Andy's always there to help. BigChested!Reader X Andy Barber

Warnings: Fluff

Too tight. Too loose. Too small. Too… awkward.

You huffed in mirror, trying to find a top for your date night with your boyfriend, Andy.

“Honey you ready yet?” Shit, he was going to find you in the wardrobe, a sweaty mess with clothes thrown everywhere.

“Just a second!”

You could feel the tears forming in your eyes from frustration. Nothing fit over your chest properly and you simply just wanted to look classy and cute for your date, but your only choices were Hooters waitress or Grandma muumuu.

“Honey, is something wrong… I’m going to come in, okay?” the door slid open to Andy with a look of concern on his face. He looked gorgeous as ever in a button up with the sleeves rolled up, his take on casual was taking off his tie and rolling up his sleeves after work and God did it look good on him.

“Oh, baby what’s all this?” He looked at you slouched down in the chair, in the only comfortable lace black bra you own, clothes and hangers strewn over the floor. You covered your face with your handing hoping he wouldn’t pick up on your tear-stained cheeks.

“Nothing fits Andy! Nothing unless you want to take out Pamela Anderson...” You pulled up the red bodysuit that was barely a top and more loke a thin piece of fabric. “…Or Paula Dean!” in your other hand the overly floral button up that looked like a sack on you, was far too big and managed to cover any sign of curves on your body.

He moved closer crouching down at the chair in front of you “Well if its ok with you, I’d like to take you out and I don’t mind what you’re wearing now.” He traced a finger over the lace covering your breast.

“This is a bra, Andy!”

“Well, it’s a very nice bra.” He inched his face, putting his palm on your cheek washing away any residue of tears.

“Hey, I don’t care what you wear, I know what you look like, and I love you… hell I think you look good in one of my shirts – why don’t you try one of them on?”

You had worn Andy’s button ups before around the house from time to time. The expensive shirt was soft against your skin and the buttons didn’t gape over your chest.

Andy hopped up and started sifting through the racks of shirts, pulling out an off white slim fit button up.

“I’m no fashion stylist but this will go with your jeans… try it on.”

You were hesitant but took the shirt from him, his eyes never leaving yours as you slowly pulled it across your shoulders. Your arms weren’t tight within the fabric as they usually catered to Andy’s large biceps.

“Here let me help.” He buttoned up the shirt starting from the bottom, one by one, grazing the skin of your stomach ever so softly.

“I think it’d look better without the bra but that’s just me.” He smirked

Bra-less was not an option for you given the fact your breast weren’t naturally perky but it warmed your heart that he didn’t care.

“Ok let me finish it off” Once the last button was done showing a hint of cleavage, you tucked once side into your jeans and zipped them up. Readjusting the gold necklace Andy got you for your birthday so the pendant sat in the valley of your chest.

You finally got a good look of yourself. You looked amazing.

Andy came up behind you as you admired your figure in the mirror, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I think it looks better on you.” He whispered in your ear lips grazing your lobe, eyes never leaving the reflection of you two in the mirror.

You smiled at yourself in the mirror for the first time in months.

“I think we should leave now before I decide I want you to myself for the rest of the night.” Andy’s grip tightened around your waist as he turned you around to face him.

“Ok let’s go.” With a quick kiss on his lips, you finally found something to wear. As well as a new favourite shirt.

Where Broken Hearts go to Heal (2/?)

Pairings: collegehockeycoach! Andy Barber x female college sweetheart reader

Warnings: college sweethearts, the one that got away, soulmates, angst, sad Andy, explicit sexual content- unprotected sex- a lot of it, explicit language (must be 18+)

Word Count: ~2.5K

A/N: for some reason, this one’s got me nervous. Please be gentle.

Not beta read. All mistakes are my own ❤️

Coach B x his sweetheart

Lucky Charms: hockey AU

"And he didn't realize he was printing the entire textbook..." you smiled as Andy returned to the back booth at your old watering hole, handing you a beer before he slid in next to you.

You had politely accepted when his captain's offered to buy you a drink, and Andy? Well he begrudgingly accompanied you.

"Alright" Andy smiled affectionately at you, "that's enough story telling" he said, playfully, but the low timbre of his voice made you shiver slightly, stomach fluttering with butterflies when he wrapped an arm around you, tugging you a little closer to him.

"Come on, Coach B" Steve smiled from ear-to-ear, watching as a few drinks helped you and Andy fall so comfortably back into old habits, "sounds like you were quite the Casanova."

"Takes one to know one” Ari laughed.

"You're one to talk, Levs" Steve smirked, "you could get more tail than me if ya weren't hung up on your best friend" he jabbed innocently before turning his attention back to you.

"So come on, Coach B's college sweetheart..." Steve continued, as Andy let out a heavy exhale accompanied by his signature frown.

You smiled at the young man sitting across from you, nodding for Steve to continue while you discretely ran your knuckles down the length of Andy's thigh- something you used to do to soothe him. Andy's gaze dipped to your face, smiling affectionately to himself as he leaned into that familiar reassuring touch.

"Did Coach B get a lot of ladies?" Steve asked as Ari rolled his eyes at his fellow captain's intrusive question.

"He did" you bit back your smile as Andy grumbled something under his breath, rolling his eyes while taking a long swig of his beer.

"I knew it" Steve laughed, "I told you he was a ladie's man... didn't I, Levs?" Steve goaded, clapping Ari on the back as he signaled the bartender for another round.

"Until I met y/n" Andy clarified, reluctantly joining the conversation. Never one to share much of his personal life with his athletes.

"And the 400 page textbook?" Ari asked, smiling softly at you from across the booth as you felt a heat wash over your face.

"You really just told them our whole story?" Andy teased you, his arm dipping behind your back to find purchase at the soft curve of your hip, "how long was I at the bar?" he murmured against your ear.

"Not our whole story..." you smiled, leaning into him with a carefree laugh while Andy tucked you into his side, "just our meet-cute."

Andy shook his head letting out an exaggerated exhale as he listened to you tell the story of how you met. Andy's chest bloomed, warming his tender heart, watching you with a sadness in his eyes. A sadness for everything he had missed. Everything he had wanted so badly but was too stupid or too young to know how to hold on to…

"That was fun" you smiled up at him, shivering before he reached around you, tucking you into his wool coat with him as you left the bar a little over an hour later.

"Come on, sweetheart" Andy smiled, "let me drive you home."

"I'll just call a rideshare" you said, pressing your hand to his chest to steady yourself as you stopped.

There was a quiet beat where you just stared at each other before you both broke with fond giggles.

"You... wanna get some coffee?" Andy asked, hopeful that he could stretch the night out a little longer.

"Um... it's kinda getting late" you smiled, looking at your phone, "you sure you don't need to get home for the alumni event tomorrow?"

"I'm OK" Andy said and you smiled, agreeing to coffee as he helped you to his car.

Instead of going to a cafe or coffee shop you both decided Andy's place would be a better fit if you didn't want to be surrounded by college kids.

As Andy pulled into his garage you smiled at the hockey gear and skates hanging neatly on hooks along the garage wall.

Andy cut the engine, getting out of his car and quickly making it to your side to help you out. When you got inside he shrugged off his coat and hung his keys on a set of hooks just below a large mirror.

Andy's place was nice. After toeing off your shoes you walked around in your stocking feet admiring his living room while Andy busied himself with the coffee maker in the kitchen.

Andy's place felt like a home. It was warm and inviting, yet neat and orderly- just how you remembered him.

"I really like your place" you called to him.

"Thanks... it's too big for just me" Andy called back from the kitchen, "you want some cookies or something?"

"Sure" you smiled, remembering Andy's sweet tooth, fondly.

Your fingers danced along his bookshelves, reading jacket covers and smiling at a few framed photos of Andy's hockey team after college. Playing professional hockey across seas. Andy had played in several other countries, hoping his time would come to play for the NHL. He made it as far as a taxi squad but didn't make it on the official roster. Ending his hockey playing career about 9 years after college.

You heard Andy behind you before he said anything, quietly taking his place at your side as he watched you look at all the old photos. He had discarded his suit coat and his tie, his shirt unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up casually.

"You really did it" you said, smiling softly at a moment frozen in time that had shattered your entire heart all those years ago.

"I did" Andy said, but he wasn't even looking at the photo you were talking about, too busy studying your face for a reaction.

Truth be told- that moment in your life had crushed your soul. Andy's too. He loved the game too much to say goodbye. So instead, he said goodbye to you. And it was the biggest mistake of his life.

Andy didn't even realize he was holding his breath until you shot him a soft nervous smile. All of this a little heavy for the first time seeing each other in some five years.

"I'm happy for you, Andy" you broke the silence, glancing back at the photos, "you really got everything you wanted."

"No, I didn't" he scoffed, eyes watery as he frowned at the photo frames with contempt, "I lost everything that actually mattered to me... I lost you" he blinked back his tears, looking down at you quickly before turning away and clearing his throat with a cough.

You didn't know what to say. There was a part of your heart that would belong to Andy forever. But could it really be that easy? Move back to town and just pick up where you had left off?

Andy had his hands on his hips- a stance you were familiar with whenever he was upset or gathering his thoughts.

"Andy?" you tried, but he didn't say anything. You saw his shoulders rise and fall with a deep exhale. The weight of both your broken hearts his burden to bear.

You took a steadying breath before taking a step towards him, your heart hammering in your chest as you reached out, tugging his hand from his hip and lacing your fingers together. Andy looked down letting you pull him gently until he was facing you and your palms were touching.

"Andy?" you tried again, looking up at the one that got away. His eyelids fluttered shut, unable to meet your gaze as tears spilled silently down his cheeks. You reached up to swipe a tear with the pad of your thumb, "I'm here" you whispered, fighting back your own tears.

Andy's lips were on yours before you knew what was happening. A surprised squeak escaped you as he groaned into the kiss, his brows furrowed, pressing his forehead to yours and breaking the kiss just as quickly as it started.

"Hey..." you whispered breathlessly, head swimming with the touch of Andy Barber’s lips on yours, unable to contain the smile that broke so wide across your face, it was painful.

Andy's hands were at your waist, eyes screwed shut as if he couldn't bring himself to look at you. The pain of losing all those years hurt too damn much.

"Andy... look at me" you said, reaching up and framing his face gently as you angled his gaze to yours.

You let your fingers rake through his beard, tiptoeing up and pressing your soft lips to the deep crease set between his eyebrows.

A chocked sob escaped Andy's throat before he crashed his lips to your again, lifting you clear off the floor and helping you wrap your legs around his waist.

You were both crying, gasping softly when Andy  licked into your mouth, tasting you with a deep groan. The air punched from your lungs when your back hit the nearest wall and Andy murmured a watery apology against your lips.

You could feel the steely length of him pressed against where you needed him most as you rocked your hips into him, arms wrapped around his neck as you pressed into his chest.

"Sweetheart... you sure about this?" Andy's question came as a grunt against your lips.

"Yes... fuck, yes" you moaned, "please, Andy... fuck... I need to feel you" you moaned, mindlessly and Andy dropped you to your feet without another word. He worked quickly, stripping you out of your leggings and panties and throwing them aside. You made quick work of Andy's belt, letting his pants slide over his narrow waist and to the floor as he finished the buttons of his shirt, adding it to the pile of clothes at your feet.

Andy kicked his pants off, kneeling before you could pull him in for another kiss. He lifted his jersey, pressing his warm lips to your belly before kissing down to your mound. You were trembling as you opened up for him, fingers combing through his hair when he nuzzled into you, a firm kiss to your clit, breathing in the familiar scent of you.

"Fuck" he rasped, pressing another kiss to your clit as you gasped, tugging at the roots of his hair when he licked up the cut of you.

"Fuck" he groaned again, "I missed your taste, sweetheart" his tongue fucking into your quivering hole and pulling a keen from the back of your throat.

It didn't take long until your first orgasm was smeared across Andy's beard, trembling as he pulled his jersey and your bra up over your head so he could kiss his way back up your body. When he got to your lips, he pressed you into the wall with a possessive, toe curling kiss, only breaking it to chain kisses down the column of your neck.

"Please, Andy" you whimpered, fingers tangling in his dark chest hair before running down his chiseled lean body, tracing the trail of hair that disappeared below his waistband. When you dipped your hand into his boxers, fisting his thick weeping cock, Andy hissed.

He pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock as you stroked him with one hand, taking a handful of his firm ass in the other.

Catching the back of your thighs and lifting you up his body, your back bowed into him when you felt his swollen head catch at your fluttering entrance. Andy held the base of his cock, pulling away enough to watch you as he slowly pushed every throbbing inch into your wanting hole.

"Oh, god" you moaned, bottoming out as your cunt hugged him impossibly tight. The familiar stretch felt like home as he let you adjust.

"You keep making those pretty sounds and I'm not gonna last very long, sweetheart" Andy grunted hot against your ear as he pulled out, slamming back into you with a heady groan.

His pace was relentless, making up for lost time as he took back every lost orgasm. Fucking you through 2 more orgasms against the wall until you both ended up on the floor, pliant and panting against his glistening chest.

"Fuck... y/n..." he chuckled, your bodies still connected as you listened to his heartbeat, straddling him, "haven't fucked like that since… college..."

"I really hope you're referring to me" you smirked, sitting up and pushing up on your knees to press a kiss to his lips.

"Of course I'm referring to you" his laugh was warm as you sat back on his cock, his words dying in a grunt when your pussy choked the long length of him.

"You trying to kill me, sweetheart?" he smirked up at you, "not as young as I used to be..."

"You look like you're in pretty good shape to me" you goaded, your knees pressed into the rug, palms on his chest as you began rocking your hips over him faster.

"Oh, god... I could get used to this" you moaned, one hand running up your body to pinch at your nipple while bringing your other hand to your clit, fingers rubbing tight circles as the knot in your belly began to fray.

"You better" Andy groaned, shifting on the rug until his feet were flat on the floor, you whimpered when he gripped bruises into your hips and slammed up into you.

"Please..." you whined, holding on to Andy's waist, the knot fraying with each snap of his hips until his thrusts started to falter.

"Christ... oh fuck... fuck" Andy grunted, flipping you onto your back as he thrust impossibly deep and stilled, balls drawing into him as he painted your insides with his hot release while you trembled around him. His release bringing on yours as you moaned his name, Andy working you blissfully through your orgasm before he collapsed, fully sated, on your chest.

Your eyelids fluttered, heavy as you fought to open them, body feeling deliciously sore when your mind finally registered that Andy was carrying you, cradled to his chest, up the stairs to his bedroom. You felt the bed dip as he lowered you onto the soft mattress.

"Andy?" you whimpered when he left, going to his en-suite and returning with a washcloth to clean you up before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"What time is it?" you whispered into the dark.

"It's late, sweetheart" he said, climbing into bed next to you, "sleep" he urged, softly.

"You don't mind if I stay?" you asked, no real intent of leaving the warmth of his chest ever again.

"Fuck... I never want you to leave" he sighed, happy for the first time in a really long time as he drifted into a peaceful sleep. Finding his home again after all these years.

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Mr. Barber’s Assistant | Andy Barber

Summary: After Jacob’s Trial everything had changed for Andy Barber. He lost his wife, he almost lost his job and his son. Nothing seemed right in his life. Nothing but YOU.

Word Count:  16,090 (Sorry kids, it’s a long one.) 

Warnings: Some Spoilers from Defending Jacob. Mentions of a car accident. Interoffice Romance. Brief mentions of a murder. unprotected sex, Multiple Point of Views. Boss|Assistant dynamic. Cursing. Mentions of cheating. Divorce. Mentions of being in the hospital. Laurie being a bitch. Neal being an asshole. Angry|Andy. pet names. Over protective Andy. Marking!Kink. Having a crush on your boss. Idiots in love with each other. keeping secrets. Mentions of Drinking. Self Doubt. Dirty Talk. Very Brief Hand job (if you squint.). fingering. Oral (f). edging (if you squint.). Consensual Sex. Regret. Second thoughts. Jealous Neal. Slightly possessive Andy. Brief Mention of Andy Getting Himself Off. Teasing. Mentions of Spanking. Mentions of mental health. Bipolar disorder. borderline personality disorder. Over protective Dad!Andy. Guilt about feeling happy. Toxic misogynistic male behavior. Some Ex-Wife Drama. Getting punched in the face.(PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING)

A|N: Hello! Just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who reads this and or any of my stories. I hope you enjoy. please feel free to let me know your thoughts. Also I apologize for the length of this one I kind of got carried away. :) enjoy friends. (Pics for the moodboard came from pinterest. I do not own.)  

“Assistant District Attorney; Andy Barber?” a voice from behind you calls. You turn around to see a tall gentleman standing there behind you. There was silence for a minute before you spoke. “Mr. Logiudice, Mr. Barber is in a meeting with the DA.” you say, a firm tone in your voice. He smirked. Like you had just said something funny. Which you had not. “Doll, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Neal.” he stepped towards you.. The door to Andy’s Office swings open. Thank god. You exhale. “Leave her alone Neal, how many times do I have to TELL you…” Andy turns and gives you a flirty wink and nod. You couldn’t help but blush. You sit back behind your desk. Neal sighs, rolling his eyes. “Besides Neal, you’re not her type anyways.” he shoots a blue eyed gaze your way and you practically melt into your chair, biting your lip. 

You weren’t going to lie. You had a crush on the ADA… who didn’t? He was incredibly gorgeous, smart, powerful and sweet as hell, but don’t fuck with him. He didn’t take shit from anyone and everyone knew it. You’d been ADA Barber’s assistant for five years and well it had been a rough last couple of years for him, especially with his son’s trial, and the aftermath of it, his father, through getting divorced from his wife, the accident, the long nights spent at the hospital with Jacob in a coma. It had been a pretty fucked up time for Andy to put it midly. But through everything you always stuck by him, no matter what he needed you were there for him; you’d developed a pretty close friendship. and he never forgot what you’d done for him. 

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daddy's sweetest cherry

-> pairing: andy barber x fem!reader

-> warnings: smut, oral {m receiving}, kissing, age gap relationship, daddy kink, infidelity, laurie, dry humping, obscene language.

-> summary: andy barber has the sweetest assistant any district attorney could ask for.

a/n: heyo hope everyone is well! do enjoy this one shot i whipped up during the weekend. reblogs are appreciated so is feedback :)

- one shot {18+}

"who the fuck is that?!" laurie yells at the top of her lungs, eyes blown wide at the nude young female photo on her son's phone. she was once again prying, secretly going through jacob's phone while he was in the shower. she storms into her master bedroom, where she finds andy perched on their bed comfortably, reading a book. "why does my son have a picture of a naked girl on his phone? he's only sixteen andy." laurie fumes at her husband, as if he had control over their son's privacy.

andy looks at the picture for a moment, then looks at his wife with disbelief in his eyes. "first of all why are you snooping through his phone? it's his privacy, you can't invade that laurie. he'll never trust you again." andy grumbles, switching off the phone as laurie goes to grab it. his words obviously shock his wife, as she is use to people going along to everything she said and not questioning her twice about it.

"are you being for real right now? he's a teenage boy! of course i have to look through his phone to make sure he isn't watching stupid shit like this andy!" she defends, folding her arms over her chest. if there was one thing laurie despised, it was being wrong or being the smaller person.

andy huffs and closes his book, not in the mood to read anymore. "okay laurie, what do you want me to do ground him? stop him from attending his summer road trip with arvin? hm, you tell me." he asks, standing on his feet and draping a shirt over his bare chest. laurie really knew how to aggravate him easily.

"i- i don't know andy! something, just talk to him or discipline him." she rolled her eyes, just as irritated.

andy shakes his head, leaving the room with his son's phone in hand. he can hear his wife's silent profanities echo down the hall as he reaches the guest room, he looks back before closing the door. andy opens the phone quickly and enters the pin used to lock his son's photo album, the one that stored a familiar face that andy couldn't quite figure out to be. with a tap, the photo of the bare chested female appeared on the screen, and andy's face pales.

a simple star tattoo is inked on the females soft skin, right below the collarbone. one andy knew too well, as he spent most of his office time, marking and bruising the flesh with his lips. "for fuck sakes," he groans, adjusting the tightness forming in his nether region. andy bites his lip, longingly staring at the photo and the half faced female showed on the screen in awe. he couldn't wait for work mondy morning.

later that evening, andy handled his personal issue quickly, with the help of the picture and similar videos he had stored on his own device of the young woman. he tried not to confront his son about the nude picture, but laurie pushed, daring to take the situation into her own hands but andy knew nothing good would come from that.

"jacob may i speak with you for a moment." andy calls, ignoring his wife's presence in the living area as he guides his son to the back porch. "i'll make this quick, and never hope i have to deal with this ever again," andy starts, placing jacob's phone in his hand.

"dad- i can explain! my friend told me about the site. i swear i didn't look at anything else except her picture. please don't hate me or tell mom." the sixteen year old rushes out in fear. his sweaty palms allowing the phone to slip out of his hands.

"jacob, son, calm down. i'm not mad, why would i be? you're a teenage boy, i know boy's your age go through a certain stage at some point. but you have to be more cautious and not force me into awkward situations like this." andy laughs, attempting to soothe the prominent nerves of his son.

"so...you're not going to ground me?" jacob asks, seemingly regaining a casual composure after andy's words.

"well i do have to confiscate your phone for a day or two, even though i'm understanding about this your actions still come with consequences." andy says.

"can i delete the picture before you do, i can't have mom seeing this." jacob immediately sends the photo to the thrash, also removing the site off his search history while at it. "thanks dad, i know better now." the teenager mumbles, giving andy the phone.

"don't get all joyous now, your mom knows but you don't need to worry...well i hope." andy jokes, patting jacob's back reassuringly as he begins to freak out. "as i said don't worry, we've talked and you understand what is to be done. but to be safe just apologize." he advises, kissing the boy's head and leaving the room.

"ouch andy my foot!" laurie yelps, almost falling on the floor as her enitre weight was pressed on the door.

"that's what you get for snooping again," andy rolls his eyes, and goes straight into the kitchen to start dinner.

-

after dinner, the barber residence was pitch black, andy uses the opportunity to surf through the site where the picture of his mistress reside. it was itching at him since laurie shoved the phone in his face, allowing him to analyze the photo well enough to discover the bare chested female to be the other woman in his life. the one who he held much love for, the freshly graduated woman who brought light into his world as soon as she waltzed through his office doors, pleading him for the job as his assistant.

that day, during the first hour, andy got to know her, he found himself drawn and enticed by her every movement. the way she talked, her walk and her ability to keep him in line better than his own wife. andy was wrapped around her finger since the first day and continued to be one year later. it took andy a month to finally break, he was unable to keep himself away from her, tired of having to refrain himself of sliding his hand up her thigh beneath the tiny, work skirts she wore.

and one beautiful Thursday afternoon, andy took her on his desk. all the barriers he built to stay away from her and not corrupt a sweet little girl was thrown out the window. that day, he took her three times, ate the living life out of her a total of two then finished by coming on her supple behind and kissing her blissful tears away as she sat on his warm cock. andy would recall this memory over and over again anytime he was down or irritated with laurie.

andy knew he should be feeling guilt, never had he expected to betray his vows and fall intensely in love with a woman who was at least twenty years younger than him. yet, everytime he fucked her, made love to her, purchase gifts and skipped nights out with wife to be with his other lover, he didn't experience an ounce of regret.

so as andy continued his search, he typed in the username he figured to be hers, lusciouscherry1. the user brought a smile to his face, as he knew she adored cherries very much, craved the fruit daily. and andy, the ever so caring boyfriend always bought a basket of fresh cherries and a flower every monday and thursday morning to please his sweet girl.

when her page came in view, andy felt blood rush to his cock, the gritty, huge length twitching in his pajama pants as her nude pictures came to view. "fuck," the lawyer breathes out, his lungs suddenly collapsing as he scrolled through her pictures. there was a total of three photos, the first was her in a blue lingerie piece, modeling her behind where a cute little marked hand print lied. the second was more revealing, showing of her tits and stopping at the top of her abused clit. how cute, thought andy. the third is the photo of her bare chest and collarbone, the one which led him to discover his sweet girl's secret profile.

andy was impressed, her body was divine, one of a kind. he adored it and by the looks of the site, the viewers seemed to enjoy it just as much, all of her photos contained a balance of $1000, so fortunate. but andy couldn't help but feel a wave of jealousy sink in him, the comments were not on the innocent side, containing filthy language he would use whenever she begged him to fuck her roughly. break me daddy, fuck me like your own personal doll. i know you want to, she had whispered the dirty words into his ear after he had complained about laurie, something to do with the fact that he wasn't paying attention to her anymore. if only she knew his attention was focused mainly on his sweet assistant, y/n l/n.

"hey dad, what are you doing up so late?" a voice came from the staircase, where jacob stands with a hand over his mouth to muffle his yawn.

"i should be asking you that question son," andy lightly chuckles, book marking the site before he shuts down the computer. he couldn't wait for tomorrow, a bright new work day, to go through critical cases and spend his day making puppy eyes at his wonderful assistant. "go back to sleep it'll be five soon." as andy goes to his room, he refrains from grumbling out loud at the sight of laurie on the bed, taking up all his space. andy slept soundly that night, recalling his cherishable moments spent with you as his vision went dark.

-

"good morning mr. barber," y/n walks in, her hair tied in a low bun and andy's favorite latte in hand. she grins at the sight of her boss patting his lap, beckoning her. before she takes her place, she pulls the blinds of his office, covering them from the staff's view. "i got you this, seeing as you sent my gift earlier than usual." she smiles, kissing andy's cheek several times. "are you wearing the new tie i got you?" she squeals, straightening his tie and matching dress shirt. "it looks so good on you."

"my girl has great taste," andy winks, sipping on his coffee and massaging the skin of her thighs. their were absurdly smooth and soft, andy would trade his feathered pillows for her thighs any day to lay on. "did you get my note, i left it in between the cherries," he inquires, moving his hand to the open space of y/n's blouse to kiss the mini tattoo inked on her skin.

"yes, you are one bold man mr. barber, you have to give me the live action experience of the entire letter. you got me so worked up, i think i ruined my favorite thong by reading the first sentence." y/n says, pulling on the hair on the nape of andy's neck as his lips suckle on her collarbone, slowly moving down to the valley of her breasts. "fuck," she groans, gyrating her hips in a circular motion. a shrill escapes her as the buttons of her blouse open out, revealing the lace bra she wore. andy doesn't waste time, groping her boobs and licking her peebled nipples over the fabric. "more please daddy."

"don't pout little one, daddy will give you all the attention you need." andy coos, kissing her lips then the middle of her breasts. he removes the sheer garment and the sudden coolness of the air makes her shiver. andy gladly takes her into his mouth, nipping and suckling the boob as his hands play with her free one. "so pretty baby," he praises, switching to the other to show the same love. andy is alternating his movements on each boob, grinning up at y/n as she dry humps the thick area of his suite pants. "just like that, baby." andy moans, holding her hips steady as he dips his head back in pleasure.

"daddy- i'm going to come!" y/n wails, grinding down on him faster, her skirt hikes up her leg and the sheer thong she wears slightly obscures her wet pussy from messing his pants. she moans out loud as she comes undone, her hands finding their way to andy's tie to yank his lips against her smudged one. "oh my gosh, i ruined your pants," y/n realizes during her high. she stands quickly, rushing to his near drawer to clean the white juices. "i'm so sorry! i'll go get a new set now," she apologizes, she truly felt sorry.

andy laughs, wrapping his hand through her hair as she bends on her knees, attempting to get rid of the stain. "you're acting as if it's a bad thing, sweet girl. God knows how many times i've send you from my office with my come messed on your skirt or legs." he winks, pushing his hips forward as she places her hands on his thighs. andy knows exactly what she wants, he carved the same thing. however, he always preferred when she asked in that innocent tone, even though her eyes held her true intentions. "ask me kindly little girl, and daddy might award you with a morning snack." andy smirks, rubbing his hand over his cock then grasping her hand in his.

y/n nods, giving him that smile while looking up at him with doe like eyes through her lashes. she watches as andy breath hitches, running his wet tongue over his lips. "can i please have your cock daddy? i was desperate for it all weekend." y/n pouts, popping his index finger into her mouth as he brushes it against her lips. a satisfied hum is sounded from her and andy comes in his pants. "oh daddy, looks like we both ruined your costly trousers." she giggles, suckling on his fingers as if it was his cock.

"funny little thing aren't you hm? how about you put that mouth to better use now." andy gruffs, slipping his finger out of her mouth, causing her to whine. he groans as he fists his length, the sensitive tip bold red as white semen slides down his gritty cock. andy grips her hair tightly, pulling her close so her cheek is pressed against his cock, coating her tear stained cheek with his come. "such a good girl for me." andy praises, smiling down at her. the sight has him hardening once again, she never failed to gift him the painfully, straining tent in his pants. it was impossible for her not to have him hard every time she waltzes into a room to his dismay sometimes. "open up, beautiful."

y/n does as she is told instantly, parting her lips wide and sticking her tongue out of her mouth to collect andy's come which dribbled down to her chin. she watches his length fondly, desperate to have him in her mouth, she hums appreciatively as andy presses his red tip over her lips before he pushes into her mouth. "fawk!" y/n moans, the word mispronounced due to the long cock filling her mouth. she begins suckling him, kitten licking his tip then sliding her tongue down the thick veins visual on his cock. with that, she goes straight in, taking him fully into her mouth and hollowing her cheeks as she gags. the sound of andy's moans are clear and pornographic as she deep throats him and pulls away with a loud pop, spit and drool coating them both. "do you like that daddy?" she smirks, greedily fitting her lips around him again and suckling hard, her head bobbing and breasts bouncing as she does.

"fuck- you're going to make me come sweets!" andy gasps, roughly pulling on her head of hair with his large hand. a pleasant mewl erupts from him as y/n fiddle with his balls, one of his sexual foiblities she came across when she first had him in her mouth. andy begins to thrust his hips, the grip he holds her hair tightening as her tongue wanders down to his testicle then up his shaft where her hand continues working. "look at me when i come in your mouth, baby." he wolfishly smiles, his hand locks on her jaw so that her eyes are focused on him. andy's goes into a daze as she deeps throat him once more and effectively shakes her head side to side as his emission spurts into her mouth.

"that's it, take it like a good cock hungry slut." andy grins, fucking her mouth slightly before pulling away. "open up for me." he demands, slapping y/n's cheek with his cock. with parted lips and tongue stuck out, his come paints the inside of her mouth, her tongue muscle lapping at his tip. "fuck, i love when you take all of me like a good girl. you're my good girl right sweets?" he praises, letting go of his cock to hold her hands, lifting her to her feet. andy smiles, taking in all of y/n's facial features.

"beautiful as always, sweet girl." the lawyer coos, gently pulling her in for a light kiss. but andy never being able to handle himself around her, attempts to pull her into his lap, surely ready for round two.

"yes daddy, i am." she confirms, kissing his beard and lips several times. andy seats himself, pulling y/n on his lap, lustfil eyes watching her breasts jiggle with the sudden tug. minutes past with the two cherishing each others warmth, a usual ritual for them. y/n looks at the clock on the wall and sighs, pulling away from andy to adjust her bra and blouse. it causes andy to frown. "don't pout, i have to head back out there. neal might barge in here soon." she chuckles, kissing his lips. y/n quickly ties her hair in bun and straightens andys tie before removing herself from his lap. "how do i look?" she turns to andy, and awes inwardly as she notices his eyes are already on her.

"andy! later i promise." y/n chuckles, pecking his frowned lips. she's out his office door with quick steps, her hips not to innocently swaying side to side giving andy another love struck boner to see about by himself. "have a good day mr. barber." she winks, closing the door.

"you too my sweet cherry." andy mumbles, opening his computer and clicking on the site he was surfing through earlier this morning. andy smiles as he sees the words written over the screen. lusciouscherry1 has recently updated! click here to check it out. as the link to her page opens, andy sucks in a breath. he could tell it was recent, as the picture held the same bra she was wearing mere seconds ago. it captured y/n's lips wrapped around a cherry, her fingers pulling on the stem, it goes down to her breasts where her nipples buds are prominent even under the layer of fabric. then, further down the picture stops at her upper thighs, that are tightly creased together, holding a bunch of cherries that block her luscious cunt.

"fuck me," andy swears, groaning as his cock twitches. he scrolls down, the caption has his heart and cock pulsating with love and titillation.

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caption - i love when my daddy gifts me all these yummy cherries...i might share and let him eat it off me ;)

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𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖇𝖚𝖌𝖘 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝕬𝖀

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you meet each other at your worst, and together you grow to be your best.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daddy!Andy Barber x little!Reader

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘

𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐭𝐰𝐨

𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘

laurie walking into andy’s house and he sees baby on the couch with a paci

andy finding out he has a littlespace

Andy buying baby a bottle of his cologne to spray on all her stuff for when she gets lonely and misses her daddy

baby can’t sleep in the middle of the night

andy working overnight so baby and jake are home alone

imagine andy making baby a bracelet that says “if lost call *his number*

Laurie saying something mean to Baby and Baby starts to fake cry

baby making friends with some of the mom friends from jacob’s school

laurie finding out andy’s taking baby on lauries dream vacation

him shaving his beard while she’s little and when she sees him gets freaked out and cries part two part three

emancipation convo

baby and Andy getting married and the send a invitation to Laurie

eating andy's ass convo

drabbles feat. Juniper (baby x andy's daughter)

laurie tries to feed Juniper

junipers always sticking her lil tongue out at laurie lol

juni gets older and finds out laurie was mean to her mommy

Juniper said something really mean

Andy getting accused of cheating on his wife with his work wife because no one knows they are married. She wanted to make a name for herself so she kept going by her maiden name at work

“I think its disgusting.” Your ears pique at the sound of gossip, and you try to be nonchalant when you raise your head and look at the two women standing near the copier, whispering between themselves.

“He’s cheating on his wife, with her.” Your hand nearly flies to your mouth to hide your biting laugh, immediately catching on to what they’re talking about.

Or rather, who they’re talking about.

“Mr. Barber has a wife at home, she should keep her damn nose out of other people’s marriage.” They look at you, brashly throwing you a dirty look before the door to your department opens and Andy walks inside with a pair of coffees in his hand.

“She’s married too. Did you see the rock on her hand? Gold-digger can’t get enough dick-“

Your husband is as beautiful as ever, thick beard giving him an air of woodsy intrigue and masculinity. He’s tall, absolutely squandering your height with his own, a different that is both a turn on to you and him.

“Mr. Barber, good morning.” They greet him with warmth and endearment, snidely look you over when you stand. You walk around the desk to greet him with a quick kiss to the cheek and a soft laugh when he sits on your desk and pulls you into his chest, hands cupping his neck.

“This feels like an HR violation.” You mumble softly, looking at him through your lashes.

“I have an in with HR. In fact,” he slips his hand down your back, toying with you, “I think my HR insider should spend the next hour across my desk-“

“Mr. Barber!” One of the women squawks, her shrill protest cutting the moment short. “You have a wife!”

“Relax, Piety Prudence.” Andy’s chuckle reverberated against you. “Y/N is my wife, we have different last names.”

“I kept my maiden name.” You turned your head and flashed them a victorious grin, enjoying their stalwart silence and shock. “I guess that makes me his homely wife and his dirty mistress.”

“God, I love it when you’re dirty.” Andy grins and yanks you even closer, smacking your ass for shock and awe. “Come see me in my office in ten minutes, we have to have a discussion.”

Moved On (Andy Barber x Wife!Reader)

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

Pairing: Andy Barber x Wife Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, Laurie Barber.

Length: 2.4k words

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

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

But then you happened.

Andy never saw this coming—never saw you coming.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks, dad.”

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

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

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

“Oh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Laurie Barber.

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

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

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

Instinctively, your hand goes to your stomach.

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

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

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

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

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

“How’s Jacob?”

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

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

You let out a small sigh, feeling conflicted.

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

“I need to see him.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod slowly.

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

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

Laurie releases you, feeling stung by your words.

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

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫

pairing || andy barber x fem!reader

word count || 3,865

summary || you and andy have been sneaking around for months and soon it might catch up to you two

warnings || drinking, throwing up, oral, reader has twins, andy cheating on laurie, oral receiving, oral giving, couch sex, making dinner, eating dinner, over the counter sex, taking care of teenagers, andy buying you stuff, beach house, beach house sex, name calling, breeding, ass fingering, pussy fingering

authors note || PLEASE REBLOG MY TAGLIST IS ENDING ON JULY 10TH PLEASE FOLLOW @dulceslibrary AND TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS TO BE NOTIFIED WHEN I POST 18+ ONLY,, feedback is appreciated

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