Pairing: best friend’s dad!Andy Barber x fem!Reader
Summary: After not seeing Andy for a couple weeks, you don’t want to risk ruining the night by admitting you’re not in the mood to have sex.
Warnings: Age gap (reader in her early 20s), almost smut – making out and handsy Andy, Reader learning it’s ok to say no to sex, soft and caring Andy, love confessions!!!, still 18+
Word count: ~1,100
a/n: As usual, this can really be read on its own, but here are the related parts
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Sitting on the edge of his bed, all you want to do is collapse backward and fall asleep. He wined and dined you to the point you don’t know how much longer you can stand to stay in the tight skirt you’re wearing, so you suck it up and lean over to at least begin undoing the straps on your heels to get those off.
“I can feel you staring at me,” you huff teasingly, feeling his presence in the doorway.
Keeping your head down, you just catch a glimpse of his feet as he makes his way toward you and kneels in front of you.
“What if I wanted you to keep the heels on,” he smirks, gently pushing your hands away so he can take them off for you.
omg this is just so sweet and honestly there needs to be more fics like this!!! normalizing saying no and that no one should feel guilty for saying so!!!
This is so cute and andy is soft I love this, dest❤
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You had been living and working with Andy for just over a month now. It was going… well. There were some days that you thought he was the best guy in the whole world for offering what he did for you, he paid you more than the job was worth, he never everlet you chip in for gas, he didn’t mind if you slept in the spare room, or in his bed, and he fucked like he was built for it, and your pleasure was the only thing he cared about. In fact, the only real stipulation he had was that you went out to get lunch for the office (so it didn’t look like he was playing favourites too much, he said), and that you cooked dinner in as skimpy clothing as possible.
Apparently he hadn’t been joking about that, but seeing as he often let his hands idly travel under your clothing and make cooking that much more enjoyable, you couldn’t say you minded too much.
There were also the days that, to be quite honest, you thought he was getting way too clingy, which was weird for a guy who ran his own law office, had been divorced, and was frankly way too attractive to be feeling this insecure all the time. On these days, you spent just a little longer at the deli picking up everyone’s order, just so you could talk with the owner there; a guy called Sam.
Sam was nice, friendly, and he had a smile that could light up the room, helped in part by a gap toothed smile that could woo any woman he fancied. Unfortunately he had already wooed his husband - a guy named Bucky, but you hadn’t met him - but still, he was nice to look at, and was always chatty when you came in, today being no exception.
“Hey there she is! I was wondering if you were coming in today!”
“Yeah, of course! As if I could stay away from that BLT of yours!”
Sam snorted, shaking his head, “I knew it, always in here for my food, and not my company.” He set to work grabbing the usual ingredients for your usual orders, “So, you thought any more about my offer, Y/N?”
“I don’t know, Sam…” After having a random rant about living and working with your boyfriend, Sam had offered you a job in his shop, you would be serving, obviously, but he was thinking of opening another cafe, and he wanted to train someone up to help him run both places. His husband ran a bookstore, so whilst they had plans for eventual world domination with a cafe and bookstore hybrid, they were trying to build up both businesses individually first.
It sounded tempting, but you weren’t sure you wanted to give up on all you had done so far as a legal secretary. It was a really interesting field and there was a lot of progression in it… unfortunately you were more or less blacklisted from anywhere else due to your old boss firing you, so Andy’s firm was your only option if you wanted to stay on this career path for now.
Changing careers would be hard, but it might be fun.
“Can I let you know on Monday, Sam? I don’t want to rush into this, you know?”
“Yeah, that’s smart. Okay then, babygirl, I’ll talk to you more on Monday, and here’s your stuff.” He threw a red velvet cupcake into the bag and winked, “Yeah, that’s a bribe, Y/N, I really want you under me, have a good weekend!”
You laugh at that, leaving the cafe and ducking your head against the wind and rain that had randomly picked up in the ten minutes you were in there. You fumbled in your bag to grab your umbrella, and almost ran back to the office, bumping into Andy as he was also coming back in. You quickly pull him away from the door and kiss him,
“I thought you were on a phone call when I left?”
“Yeah, it finished quicker than I thought, so I went to get you these.” Andy held up the flowers he had been hiding behind his back, “Happy Friday, sweetheart.” He kissed you a little deeper, pulling back and turning so he could shelter you from the wind, “How about that for managerial skills? You wouldn’t get that anywhere else.” He kisses you again before you can respond, and you frown lightly against his lips, but you soon forget what he just said. Andy just kisses that well, it’s a technique he uses often.
“I have to work late tonight, Y/N, so I’ll call you an Uber home, okay?” Andy murmurs after you pull apart, and turns towards the office, “I want to get this paperwork finished so we can have a good weekend.”
“Oh. Okay. What time will you be back?”
“Not sure. Don’t wait up.” He smiles that smile that you both love and hate. The one that makes him look like a sinner and a saint, the grey clouds only adding to his dark allure.
You think you’re asleep, but it’s that weird point between dreaming and waking where fantasy bleeds into reality, where your limbs don’t belong to you, and you’re kind of not mad about it. You think it’s still storming outside, the creaking of the trees in the wind, the patter of the rain against the windows, the screams of the wind through the rumbling of the thunder, somehow it all blends with the soft dreams you were having… Andy was home with you… your dream… or maybe he was back… you turn onto your front, hugging the pillow that smelled like Andy…
“Good girl, I have you, don’t be scared…”
Of course you weren’t scared, Andy was holding you in your dream… or for real… no, he was still at the office, he told you he would have to spend the night there…
“Everything will be fine now. You don’t ever need to worry, sweetheart… shhh…”
This dream is nice. Andy is somehow even better in a dream than he is in real life. His touch is more tender, he takes impossibly longer, it’s almost like he wants you to be still…
“Shhh… open up for me, Y/N… let me take a look at you…”
You swear you can almost feel him, those callused fingers against your nipples, cool fingertips stroking over your soft flesh… you feel cold suddenly, there’s hot air at your cunt…
And then it disappears again, so you roll onto your back… the part of you that isn’t dreaming, the part that’s listening to the wind and the rain and the breathing in the room wishes that you hadn’t taken that sleeping pill, or had that extra glass of wine… your limbs were so heavy, and the dream was so intense… or was it a dream… you’re getting warm again, the good kind of warm, the kind that Andy likes to make you when he takes his time on you…
That warmth is building, it’s loud, louder than the storm outside, you can feel it building inside, you can feel itinside, moving, wanting, needing…
“So perfect for me, my sweetheart… you stay asleep… everything will be perfect when you wake up…”
The dream that’s not a dream, finishes, and you think the storm starts to quiet. When you wake up, you think you must have tossed and turned a lot as your t-shirt has ridden up, and your panties are all ruched up and part way down your hips. You feel oddly tender when you walk to the shower, and smile when you see Andy downstairs waiting for you, sitting on the couch with a coffee.
“I got here about twenty minutes ago, but you were so peaceful looking, I left you to rest. So,” he gently tugs you to stand in between his legs, putting his hands up the back of your thighs, “what do you want to do today?”
Monday comes, and you decide for sure that - even though you appreciated the offer - you were going to turn Sam down. You might not loveworking with Andy, but you really like being with him. You’d talked to him at length over the weekend, about how you wanted to do more, not just be a secretary forever, and there was a possibility of you going back to school to start an official law qualification. You could work with Andy part time for the experience, and go to school for the rest of the week. It would work out great for you, even though you didn’t tell Andy, it would give you both some much needed space. You really thought you might be falling for him, you didn’t want to end it too soon.
Andy was happy as he drove you both to work, you might’ve even said smug, but seeing as you had surprised him at the front door by going to your knees for him, pushing him back up against the blue painted wood before he could fully open it, you figured he deserved to look a little smug.
He’s just treated you so well over the weeked, listening to you, helping you understand what could work for you going forwards, you wanted to try to make him feel as special as he made you feel.
Lunch time rolled around, and you did what you always did, grabbed everyone’s orders, and headed to Sam’s cafe… and stopped dead as you realised that the place was dark and the door was locked. You peered inside, frowning when you noticed it looked like it was empty. You spot the A5 notice taped to the door, your frown deepening as you read;
We are now closed, and this establishment will be moving to a new location in the coming weeks, please keep an eye out on our socials for more information!
A weird shiver of unease went up your spine, but you shook it off, trying to smile at the thought of Sam and his husband hopefully being able to start their joint business. You sent a text to Sam, scolding him for not telling you he was leaving town, but wishing him the best of luck, and then called Andy,
“The cafe is closed, apparently the owner just upped and left. I’m surprised to be honest, I thought-” you cut yourself off, it didn’t matter about the job offer anyway, you were going to turn it down, “anyway, where do you guys want lunch from instead, babe?”
“I think there’s another deli a couple of blocks up, it’s pretty new, give that place a try?” Andy’s voice is low, “Be back soon.”
There’s a smile in his voice, you can hear it, you just don’t know why.
Summary: Follow up to New Beginnings series- Andy and Briella head to Disney World with Jacob, Ava and Bri’s parents for Christmas. A little bit of Christmas magic mixed with a little bit of Disney magic and you never know what will happen!
Characters: Andy Barber x Briella James (named reader), Ava James, Jacob Barber, and Briella’s parents.
A/N: I do not give permission to copy or post my work on any other website or platform. Reblogs are always welcome. Andy Barber and Jacob Barber are characters that do not belong to me. All other characters in this story are my own. Thank you @denisemarieangelina for reading and being my sounding board for all things Disney!
Summary: Two strangers meet in a crowded room. You can’t fight fate, but what if fate is fighting you?
There is something about Boston in springtime that always brings out the romantic in you. Maybe it was the beautiful greenery of the parks, trees blossoming; or the scent of freshly bloomed flowers that seemed to linger on the wind. This year, you suspected the heavy influence of the wedding industry, though always out in full force, garnering a premium with the nonstop swath of ceremonies between April to June.
You and your fellow bridesmaids learned this all too well whilst assisting your friend Jo as she planned her wedding. Unlike some brides, who would get cold feet or transform into a raging, demanding bridezilla, Jo remained level-headed, happy and eager to be married and begin her life with her future husband. As usual, she focused on the positive. “It’s not about the wedding. That’s just one day, and a big party where we get to celebrate. What I’m looking forward to is the marriage.”
Tonight, she glows radiantly with happiness as she struts her stuff on the dance floor. And why not? In two short weeks, she’d be marrying the love of her life.
Your fellow bridesmaids gathered around her, laughing, giggling, and drinking margaritas. Lacy had Becca and Mal in stitches, sharing a hilarious account of her new job in Quincy. Jules, shamelessly flirting with the bartender, seemed to have the man entranced, batting her eyes like a southern belle while tracing a fingertip around the lip of her mostly empty glass.
The pounding music echoed through your chest as you floated beside Jo, steering unwanted male attention away from the bride to be. A gigantic “Bride” tiara would be sufficient, but even with her added white ‘bride’ sash, men will be men, won’t they?
The limousine and its driver were outside on standby, ready to ferry your group to the next location. As the unofficial ‘Mom friend’, you’d committed to helping your friends with small favors for the evening. Jo requested your help steering away any ‘creepers’, something you took immense pleasure in. Especially when engaging in the art of confusion. Becca, Jo’s maid of honor, asked you to help her herd cats and keep your crew to a schedule. Lacy was moving closer to an amazing new job and planned to crash at your place tonight.
The alarm on your smartwatch vibrated, reminding you it was time to move on. You nodded to Becca, who was checking her phone and smiling–as usual, the two of you were in sync. Eager to proceed to your last stop—a concert at a jazz bar; you and Becca ushered your friends back to the entrance, giggling the entire way.
A gentle hand on your arm stopped you, spinning you around. Your heart skipped a beat. The man in front of you was everything you looked for in a guy. Tall, broad shouldered and well groomed, he filled out the cut of his dress shirt well. His with twinkling blue eyes mesmerized you. He leaned in, rapidly whispering into your ear. “I’m sorry to spring this on you, but my ex is heading this way and… can I kiss you?”
Your body was writing checks that your mind wasn’t yet ready to cash. Before you had a moment to think, you were nodding and his lips collided with yours. The handsome stranger kissed you the way you wanted to be kissed for the rest of your life. His full lips were soft, tasting of whiskey and promises as he cradled you to his chest. Your hands carded through his thick hair, tugging gently as he pressed you against a nearby pillar.
“Tick Tock, Momma,” Becca hollered at you. “We’ve gotta go!”
Shit. This wasn’t you. You weren’t normally one to make out with random men in bars. You’d send them away, deflecting with your rapier wit, but something about this hunk bypassed… or perhaps disabled your defenses.
Breaking the kiss, you blinked owlishly into his lust blown eyes and you shook your head as Lacy took your hand, pulling you to the entrance. “I’m sorry. My ride’s leaving!”
His full brows furrowed, and his kiss-swollen lips fell open in shock at your sudden departure. The door closed behind you before he could say a word.
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Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader Word count: Almost 1.8k Summary: You brush off praise, even if you like hearing it. Andy wants to put a stop to that. Warnings: Explicit sexual content, soft smut, feels, praise kink, Andy Barber (he is a warning)
18+ Please!!! This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own.
I’m soft for this man. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Enjoy, lovelies!
The first time Andy praised you, over something extremely small, you didn’t know how to react. It wasn’t the sort of compliment where you could say “you, too” and move on. And it wasn’t over phone or text where you could easily deflect it. You felt cornered and the only thing you could manage was an uncomfortable giggle.
Navy I don’t know how you always manage to put so much heart into your fics, but it’s honestly a work of art. The tenderness Andy shows here while being fiercely determined to get his point across is balanced superbly and like you said ’One praise at a time’ definitely seems to be the way to go.
That said though, I think my favorite part was when she noticed he had a thing for being called sir and decided shed have to explore it later. Proof the man definitely needed to distract her. Absolutely love how these two compliment each other. You really do manage to make the sweet stuff so enjoyable.
Rating/Warnings: E (18+, minors DNI, I’m not responsible for you.) P-in-V sex, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms. This is smut: act accordingly.
Word count: 5748
Summary: You run into your old law school friend one Friday night on the way home from work.
Andy lives on the third floor. You don’t entirely remember getting there, but you’re pretty sure it involved enduring the slowest elevator ride in history, followed by a walk to the end of the longest hall before he stopped at the last door on the right. But your patience is rewarded the second the lock is turned back into place.
Your back hits the door only a second before Andy takes your face in his hands again and drops his mouth to yours. You can’t help the little sound of satisfaction that comes from somewhere in the back of your throat. This is so much better than kissing him in the car. There, you’d been twisted to the side, your seatbelt buckle digging painfully into your hip, the center console an immoveable obstacle between you and what you wanted.
warnings; non-con, dub-con, Defending Jacob spoilers, smut, sex, rough sex, anal sex, vaginal fingering, nipple play, mentions of rape, mentions of murder, panic/anxiety attack
status; in progress
summary; You work overnight at a diner. You thought you were used to the creeps that come in, but boy, were your wrong. A chance run in with the town’s most notorious family man turns into a twisted, dark romance with redemption for your soul – and his.
\ * night shift (wip) | a chance run in with the town’s most notorious family man turns into a twisted, dark romance with redemption for you - and him {dark!fic}
\ *✝︎ collide | a celebrity haunted house for charity will be open one night only, halloween night. you spent days trying to get a ticket online for the event. thanks to a bad day on halloween, you get there only a minute before the line closes. you’re the last person to go in. you’re never seen again {challenge entry}
\ *✝︎ good stuff | andy meets you at the farmers market{4k request}
\ *✝︎ daddy’s girl | working with andy has been pretty smooth up until now
\ *✝︎ all rise | you’re the best assistant that an assistant district attorney could ask for
\ *✝︎ power | today is your last day being mrs. ransom drysdale {sequel to paper}
Summary: When you send a drunken sext to your neighbor and have to deal with the consequences the next day.
Warning: explicit sex, dirty talk, fluff, sexting, bad decisions,mentions of griefs and depression, explicit language, very little plot, pure filth.
if you’re a minor, please DNI!
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A/N: This purely indulgent little drabble is based on a spam email I received. Not beta’d so I apologize for any mistakes. Hope you enjoy!
Nerves ran through you as you knocked on Andy’s door. There really couldn’t be a good reason for his invite. You knew he saw the text from the other night, the one where you offered to fuck his depression away.
You wanted to bury yourself in a hole when you woke up to see the text you sent along with the read message beneath. There was no way that sixth martini was a good idea, but after getting passed over for your promotion at work, you needed something to clear your head.
When your friends took you out, the conversation drunkenly shifted to men and you brought up your delicious neighbor. He was all you thought about, yet it felt wrong to make a move. He was always so sad, and depressed. Maybe you could bring him out it - with sex probably - and that was the brilliant idea you had. Quickly fueled by your friends, you sent him a dirty text, offering yourself as a cure for his depression.
Now you stood on his doorway, regretting all your decisions. Shifting from foot to foot you debated making a run for it. You thought too long and the door opened. revealing Andy. He greeted you with a smile, letting you in.
“Come on, sweetheart, you can do better than that,“ Andy urged. He tightened his hold on your hips, guiding you harder on his cock, Your breasts bouncing with every movement. It felt so good, having him inside you, stretching you to your limit. The thick veined shaft gliding along your silky walls, igniting all the sensitive nerves in your body.
Your head dropped, arching your back as his tip brushed over your sweet spot. Andy’s eyes darkened as he reveled in the sounds making. You weren’t sure what triggered him exactly but suddenly he fell flipped you over pushing your legs up to your chest and began pistoling in you.
"Ah shit - Andy!” you screamed, digging your nails into his shoulder. He ducked down, kissing you roughly.
He bit your bottom lip, tugging at it. “You feel so tight. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”
A giggle bubbled in your chest, and you cradled his cheek, pulling him down for another kiss. He drew your legs around his waist, slowing down his motions. The coarse hairs at his base grinding against your clit with each grind of his hips. The feeling was overwhelming; the sensitive bundle of nerves was already raw from his magical tongue. The three orgasms he pulled from you were still tingling through you, "Is it working?”
“Is what working, Angel?” Andy answered, nuzzling in your neck. Despite his slow pace, you could feel the third orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. His thumb finding your clit, barely brushing over it with each rut
“Fucking me,” you replied, “Healing your depression?”
“Oh, definitely. If I can bury myself in that pussy every day, it’ll be better than any medicine on the market, ” Andy growled. The way he said it made your body tingle all over. He was lifted his head, gazing into your eyes. It was like you were the only thing he saw, “Took you long enough to make a move.”
You opened your mouth to protest only to choke out a moan as he pulled out and slammed into you. With a hard press to your clit, he triggered your orgasm, letting it wash over you; your thighs trembling around his waist.
Eyes shut, mouth frozen open mid moan. The sensations so powerful, you couldn’t think
straight. By the time you came to, Andy was cleaning you up with a washcloth. He tossed it aside, crawling up next to you. Laying on his side to face you, he stroked your check, curving down to your throat. You gave him a tired smile scooting over to cuddle into him. “We should do this more often.”
“How about everyday?” Andy smirked. He planted a kiss on your lips before shifting onto his back and taking you with him. You rested against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Your fingers toyed with his chest hair, wondering how exactly a drunken text ended up like this.
