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navybrat817 · 5 months

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Resignation

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: You get to know Andy a bit more and put in your notice, but your boss doesn't it take it well. Word Count: Almost 4.4k Warnings: Slow burn, getting to know each other, sugar daddy contraction, tension, flirting, slight insecurities, inner monologue, yelling (apologies to anyone named Sean), Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?) Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics, Header - yours truly Previous Part: Sign the Dotted Line A/N: Welcome back to my Terms and Conditions AU! Hope you lovelies enjoy. Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby but any and all mistakes are my own. ❤️ Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The feeling of floating on cloud nine wasn't something you experienced much in your life. There were high points, of course, but nothing like the elation that filled you as Andy went to make a copy of the contract. It was almost dizzying to think that for the next three quarters of a year, everything was going to be okay. Better than okay.

All thanks to Andy.

Estelle shrieked as she pulled you to your feet. “You're a sugar baby! You're a sugar baby!” she sang, making you laugh as she did a little dance with it.

“I thought you said I was going to be his ‘companion’,” you teased.

She leveled you with a look. “It’s the same thing,” she said, grabbing her bag. “And since your new ‘companion’ is taking you to the diner, why don’t we celebrate tomorrow? You better give me all the details.”

You giggled again at the implication as she squeezed you in a tight hug. If you weren’t happy before, you would've been thanks to her infectious attitude. “You sure don’t need me to head down with you?”

“No, I’m good. You just enjoy the rest of the day,” she said, winking at you and pointing at Andy when he came back. “Have fun and be good to her or I’ll destroy you,” she told him as she walked by with every ounce of confidence you wished you had. “And nice meeting you!”

You half expected there to be an air of awkwardness once the two of you were left alone and were surprised not to feel it at all. It was hard to describe the atmosphere outside of that, but it was something both familiar and new. Maybe that was because Andy continued to put you at ease all while exciting you. The next chapter of your time would be unpredictable in ways that you were looking forward to encountering.

Did he feel the same way?

Andy chuckled after a moment, the sound bringing a smile back to your face as he held up the papers in his hand. “I realize this is probably a bit outdated since everything is done electronically, but I prefer it this way.”

“I don't think it’s outdated,” you assured him as he handed you the contract, his fingers brushing yours. Would you ever get used to the jolt of electricity you felt at his touch? “It’s less of a chance of it getting leaked.”

Though it was you he worried about, you still wanted to protect his reputation.

“Yes, it is,” he said, smiling to himself when you tucked the papers carefully in your folder. “Estelle is serious, isn’t she? She’ll destroy me if I hurt you?”

“Oh, yeah. She isn’t afraid of anyone,” you said as you shifted slightly on your feet. “But I wouldn't worry about her. I don't expect you to hurt me.”

He had to know that.

Andy took a step closer. “She’s a good person to have on your side,” he commented, butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the soft look in his eyes. “And I have no intention of hurting you.”

You carefully considered his words with furrowed brows. “Aren't you supposed to say you promise not to hurt me?”

A sad smile touched his lips. “People make promises and usually do so for the right reasons, but they don't always lead to the desired outcome,” he replied as if he peeled back a small layer of himself that still left you with questions. “Take the weeklong silence, for example. I inadvertently hurt you by not reaching out.”

Your cheeks flamed, almost wishing you hadn't mentioned it. “But we talked about that. You didn't mean anything by it.”

“Yes, we did talk about it and I'm glad you told me how you felt. I still caused doubt in your mind though,” he said, his tone gentle and understanding without breaking eye contact. “So while I do want to promise that I’ll never hurt you, I'd rather promise that I have no intention of ever hurting you. Because I don't.”

It took a moment to recall that Andy was married once years ago. While you weren't sure why things ended, did his divorce give him a new perspective on making and keeping promises? Or was it his time as a lawyer?

Whatever the reason you had to respect him for his outlook.

“I appreciate that and I will hold you to that,” you said, falling in step beside him as you headed for the door.

He raised an eyebrow as he held it open for you to go through, allowing you to catch the scent of his cologne again as you walked past. You almost asked what brand it was just so you could get a bottle and spritz your worn in sweatshirts. “Isn't this the part where you promise you have no intention of hurting me?” He questioned.

“I don't think I have the power to hurt you,” you replied, not looking behind you as you headed toward the elevator. You were positive you didn't have that kind of influence nor did you want to hurt him. “But I promise that I have no intention to do so.”

You froze when he leaned in close, his beard ticking your ear and it took all of your inner strength not to turn your head toward him. “Never underestimate how powerful you are, honey,” he whispered, your breath rushing out of your lungs as he stepped back and gestured to the open elevator doors. “Shall we?”

“Sure,” you replied, your voice more breathy than you intended as you stepped inside. You swore you caught him smiling before he joined you.

“I gave my driver the afternoon off, so you’re stuck with me,” he said, pressing the button for the lowest level before the doors slid shut. “I hope that’s okay.”

“I think I can handle you driving,” you teased, happy that the two of you would be alone for part of the evening.

He chuckled before he went quiet again. The silence was comfortable, the soft dings as you passed each floor the only sound in the space. It gave you a moment to admire the man beside you. With his perfect posture, chin held high, and pristine suit, you tried to picture how he looked when he simply relaxed. No eyes on him. No one expecting anything from him.

Maybe he can show me that side of himself sometime soon.

“You’re staring,” he stated.

You smiled, not at all embarrassed that he caught you without looking your way. “I guess it’s because I’m still trying to figure you out.”

That and he was still one of the most handsome men you had ever seen.

But who was Andy Barber beyond his money? Your hero and your second chance at a better life, but what else? What did he do for fun? What did he want out of life, years from now?

Andy swung his head toward you as the elevator came to a stop. “I guess that makes two of us then.”

You found yourself in his car a few minutes later. The Audi still had that “new car” smell to it, the passenger seat sleek and not at all broken in. There wasn’t a spec of dust on the leather interior. Either he didn’t drive it often or he made sure to keep it in next to perfect condition.

Your mind drifted back to Andy’s earlier statement. What exactly was he trying to figure out? If he meant that he was trying to figure you out, he didn’t have to look too deeply. And if he was still trying to figure himself out, that was normal. Searching for your true self was a lifelong journey. And with your newfound sense of freedom at your fingertips, you’d be able to explore your own passions and visualize your ideal self.

But part of you figuring Andy out was getting to know him.

“Why the diner?” You asked, glancing over at him as he concentrated on the road in front of him. “I mean, why go there for coffee or food when you can go anywhere else?”

Maybe upscale places weren’t his usual style. He took you to the Courthouse and looked at ease there, but maybe the diner was an escape. Something different.

“I didn’t grow up with much, but my mom made it work as best as she could,” he admitted, a wistful note in his voice. “We never went hungry and she got creative with some meals so I wouldn’t get tired of eating the same thing. Things like fast food were considered a treat and diners were fine dining.”

You shifted in your seat as you listened, touched by the unexpected vulnerability. “I’ll bet she looked forward to those moments,” you said.

“She did and so did I,” he smiled over at you. “On the rare nights when she was able to save up and take us to a diner, she got a large breakfast or dinner meal for us to split. Best way to stretch her dollar and make sure neither of us felt hungry after.”

You almost reached over to take his hand, but you didn’t want to overstep. He was giving you a piece of himself by revealing a part of his past. That was more than you could ask for.

“I went to diners in college, too, when I was struggling to make ends meet,” he continued, stroking his beard for a moment. “I guess they kind of stuck with me because they reminded me of happier times. They also serve as a reminder to be thankful for what I have. It’s important to remember who I was then and who I am now.”

You let out a breath and closed your eyes as he turned onto the next street, wishing you could thank his mother for raising such an amazing man. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”

His hand covered yours unexpectedly when your eyes opened. “Thank you for asking.”

You turned your wrist so your palm met his, your stomach flipping as he held it a little tighter. Opening up was never easy, even if Andy made it sound effortless. You felt closer to him after hearing that important piece of his history. Even the crackle of electricity felt different this time. Instead of a jolt, it was like a steady hum.

Maybe that closeness was the reason you didn’t want to let go when he parked his car in front of the diner.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

You swallowed as you glanced out the window, the flashing lights from the sign of the beckoning for you to go in. “I just can't believe I'm actually going to quit,” you said, clutching your bag with your other hand. “I mean, I do believe it. I have my resignation letter here and everything.”

“Even when you had that bit of doubt that the contract wouldn't go through, you had your letter ready,” he smiled.

You toyed with the strap of your bag as you tried to hide your smile. “I guess I did.”

Preparation never hurt anyone.

“But if you’d rather hold off until tomorrow, I understand. I can even drive you back here if you want to wait,” he offered.

For a moment, you questioned if you should wait. As you bit your lip to fight your smile more and squeezed Andy’s hand, you made your decision. You signed the contract. You were more than ready.

Most of all, you deserved to start your path to a better future.

“I’m ready,” you assured him, reluctantly releasing his hand before you unbuckled your seatbelt. “Are you going in or did you want to wait here?”

“I’ll grab a coffee while I wait,” he said, stopping you as you reached for your door handle. “Allow me.”

You smiled to yourself as he went around to let you out. “Are you always a gentleman?”

“Not always,” he said without missing a beat, winking as you joined him on the sidewalk.

You licked your lips and gazed into his bright blue eyes. Could he see the want in yours? What would it take to make him lose control?

“I’m looking forward to seeing that side of you, Mr. Barber,” you smiled, brushing past him as he inhaled.

But first things first.

The bell rang as you walked inside and you paused to take it all in. Taking Andy’s earlier story to heart, you wouldn’t allow yourself to forget that this diner was part of your story. It not only led him to you, but also kept you from becoming homeless. It was a blessing.

“Hey,” Casey, one of the veteran servers, nodded to you from behind the counter before she looked over your outfit. She seemed to forget all about you as Andy as he walked in behind you. You didn't blame her. “Hi there. Sit anywhere you’d like.”

Andy put his hand on your lower back before he leaned in, your breath hitching slightly. “Good luck, honey,” he whispered, releasing you as Casey gawked in your direction. “I’ll just have a coffee, please,” he said as he took a seat at the counter.

The usual warmth Andy exuded was down a notch. Still friendly, but different. Or maybe you were just telling yourself that in order to feel special. “Is Sean here?”

“Yep. In the office,” Casey answered, pouring Andy a fresh cup of coffee. “Just got here.”

“I’ll be right back,” you told Andy, feeling his eyes on you as you headed through the employee only doors.

Sean had his head buried in some paperwork as he grumbled to himself. With a deep breath, you knocked on the open door. He didn't speak to you much outside of your shifts and hardly praised you for a job well done, but he wasn't a bad boss. You felt bad disturbing him, but it was now or never.

“Hi. May I come in?” You asked as he looked up.

“Yeah. Don't shut the door though. Lock’s broken,” he said, nodding to the chair in front of his desk. “Didn’t expect to see you today. What are you all dressed up for?”

“Oh, I had a meeting,” you answered, which wasn’t a lie. You did meet with Andy. “That’s actually what I needed to talk to you about.”

“A meeting?” He repeated with a frown. “Don’t tell me you’re quitting.”

Your stomach began to twist in knots. The last thing you wanted to do was disappoint your boss, even if he wouldn’t be that for much longer. Being a waitress also wasn’t your dream job, but it helped you when you needed it.

Now you have to help yourself.

“Yes, I am. I’m putting in my two weeks notice,” you said quietly, taking the letter out of your bag and placing it on the desk when he stared impassively. “I found another opportunity and I’m going to take it, but I’m happy to take any shifts I can over the next two weeks to help.”

Sean didn’t speak for a moment as he drummed his fingers on the desk. “Two weeks? No, that's not gonna work. We’re short as it is,” he said, shoving the paper away before he leaned back in his chair. Was he serious? “You're gonna have to make it four weeks and then we'll revisit after that to see if we need you to stay on longer.”

“No. I'm giving you two weeks,” you reiterated, your tone unwavering. You wouldn’t let Sean bully you into staying longer, even as guilt crept up since the place was short-staffed. “That's standard and I can't do more than that. I'm sorry.”

“Oh, no. I'm still in charge and you'll give me four weeks. That’s final,” he argued, waving his hand dismissively as you shrank a bit in your chair. “Unless you have anything else to add, I’ll see you next shift.”

You clasped your hands in your lap to keep from shaking. You didn't expect him to react this way. “No, that’s not final. I can't give you four weeks,” you said as calmly as possible, even as you began to feel more uncomfortable. “I would if I could, but I can't. I’m sorry.”

“Can't or won't?” Sean asked, almost making you jump as he raised his voice. “Listen here, you've been a solid employee and I'm not going to lose you in two weeks or four weeks. Do you understand? And if you don't show up you can forget about ever getting a good recommendation from me. Might as well kiss that ‘opportunity’ of yours goodbye.”

Your eyes burned as your mind flashed back to when you were told you were laid off from your previous job, the compassionate tone of your old boss the opposite of the man in front of you. The situations were different, but both made you feel so small. Especially since Sean was essentially threatening your future endeavors. You refused to cry though.

He wouldn’t witness your tears.

You cleared your throat and maintained your resolve. “Two weeks, Sean. That’s it. I said I’m willing to work as many shifts as I can over the next two weeks, but I can't do more than that. I won’t,” you firmly spoke as his eyes widened. “I really don't want to end this on a bad note, please.”

He pushed himself to his feet as he thrust a finger toward your face as if it would somehow make him appear intimidating to tower over you. It wouldn’t sway you. “Listen here, you little-”

“Is everything okay?”

Andy’s voice made both of you jump as you spun in your chair. He stood in the doorway but didn’t look your way. He trained his gaze on your boss, his normally bright eyes narrow and cold.

Your boss must’ve felt malice in that stare since he sat down immediately. “Oh. Mr. Barber,” he said. Did he know him as a regular customer or merely recognize his status? “It’s just an issue with an employee. This doesn’t concern you.”

“There is no issue,” you corrected him.

“Actually, she’s with me, so it does concern me,” Andy spoke as he took a step into the office, staring your boss down with a clenched jaw. The space no longer felt like Sean’s. It was as if Andy owned it along with everything in it. “If you want to raise your voice at someone, I’m right here. You won’t speak to her that way though. Do you understand?”

The deep timbre almost knocked the air out of your lungs, your heart pounding from Andy defending you.

Sean coughed a bit as color filled his cheeks. He should be embarrassed. “I didn’t realize she was with you. I wouldn’t have…” he trailed off.

Your blood simmered. He wouldn’t have raised his voice at you if he knew you were with Andy. Was this a taste of what things were going to be like? How people were going to treat you moving forward?

“Who she’s with shouldn’t matter. Not to mention, your customers and employees could hear you since your door was open,” Andy added, disappointment thickly laced in his voice. “You said she was a solid employee. Why would you speak to her like that?”

Sean’s eyes flickered to you as you waited for an answer. “We’ve been short-staffed and I’ve been stressing over it. That’s no excuse. I'm sorry,” he said to Andy, making your blood go from simmering to boiling. A customer, a powerful man, got the apology, but not you. “Won’t happen again.”

“Maybe remind yourself to be kind to the people who work for you before you raise your voice again. They’re the ones who keep your business running,” Andy said.

With a hang of his head, your boss sighed. “Two weeks, huh?” He asked, the wind completely out of his sails as you nodded. “Okay. Two weeks it is.”

“Thanks,” you whispered before Andy walked over and held out his hand to help you to your feet. Luckily, you didn’t tremble as you took it and gave it a small squeeze. It was nice that he was on your side.

“And one more thing?” Andy added as Sean glanced up. “I’m not the one you should apologize to.”

You held up your other hand when Sean looked your way and opened his mouth. “No. The only reason you’re going to say you’re sorry is because he’s here,” you stated, looking at Andy momentarily. He responded with an encouraging smile. “And I don’t want an empty apology. You can keep it.”

It was nice that Andy wanted an apology on your behalf, but it wouldn't feel believable.

Sean’s face fell, but he didn’t argue. Up until today, he treated you decently. The pressures of running a business were tough, but he had no reason to take it out on you. At the same time, you felt bad for him.

“But thank you, Sean. You gave me a job when I needed one and I won’t forget that,” you added gently. “I’ll see you next shift.”

“Why don't I meet you outside? I just want one more quick word with your boss,” Andy said as Sean audibly swallowed.

Uh-oh.

“Sure,” you said, the knots in your gut unraveling as you left the two of them alone.

You exhaled as you walked back into the dining area, avoiding the gazes from a few of the customers. Your hand shook as you gave Casey a small wave. At least she didn’t look upset with you.

“Quitting, huh? Lucky duck,” she smiled sadly. “You okay? He had no right speaking to you like that.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you nodded, taking another breath. You didn't like anyone raising their voice at you, but you wouldn't allow yourself to dwell on it and didn’t need her to worry. All you could do was make the transition as smooth as possible over the next two weeks. “Didn't expect that kind of reaction. Didn’t expect anyone out here to hear it.”

“Sean’s voice carries and he’s probably just pissed that he’s losing another good one while he’s stuck here,” she guessed, glancing over her shoulder before she added in a whisper, “Oh, and that guy you’re with? He looked furious when he heard him.”

“He did?” You asked, an almost goofy smile appearing on your face.

“Yeah, he did. He had fire in his eyes. Put a bill down, got to his feet, and immediately walked back there. And I wasn’t about to stop him,” she said, her smile widening as she leaned on the counter. “I’d say he’s smitten.”

Your heart skipped a beat. First Estelle, now Casey. Though the latter had no clue about the arrangement. “He’s really something, isn't he?”

“Oh, yeah,” Casey said, straightening up when the employee door swung open.

Andy’s eyes landed on you as he walked through, his eyes soft again as he held out his hand. He also looked pleased with himself. “Ready?”

“Ready,” you said, taking it as you gave Casey a nod. “I’ll see you soon. Hope the rest of your shift is okay.”

“Me, too. See ya,” she said before she went back to assisting other customers.

“You okay?” Andy asked softly as he led you outside.

“I’m fine,” you promised, not wanting him to worry either or get upset. “But what did you say to Sean?”

“Nothing for you to worry about,” he answered, shaking his head. “Listen, I’m sorry if I overstepped by intervening. I just couldn’t let him talk to you like that.”

He easily deflected your question and you decided to let him have that victory for now.

You went in for a hug but kept space for him to breathe. He wrapped his arms tightly around you before you could pull away, your body melting into his. The bustling city around you faded as you focused on the warmth of his firm body. It made you forget all about Sean’s reaction.

“I’m glad you did,” you said, stepping back with a tiny smile. It meant the world that he defended you. “I tried to hold my own.”

“You did. You could've snapped back or walked out, but you didn't. That’s commendable and powerful,” he assured you, his gaze serious. “But I don't care if it’s your boss or a stranger or your best friend, I’m not about to let someone take their frustrations out on you.”

Warmth settled in your chest. You learned something else about Andy today: He truly wouldn't tolerate anyone disrespecting you. He continued to prove that he was a man of his word.

You also experienced firsthand how things worked in his world, how people would bend toward his will. If it was a test, you wouldn’t say you failed since you stood up for yourself. It wouldn’t always be that easy. Whether someone questioned your motives or place with Andy or not, you had to learn to grow a thick skin. Not just for your own benefit, but Andy’s, too.

He needed someone strong by his side.

“Thank you, Andy.”

“And, listen, if you don’t want to work those shifts or if he gives you a hard time-”

“I’ll be fine,” you promised. You doubted Sean would make it a hostile work environment, but you could handle it if there were any issues. “But I think I’d like to go home now.”

Andy blinked and gave you a single nod. “Sure. If that’s what you want.”

Is he disappointed at the thought of me ending the day right now?

You smiled as you tugged him in the direction of his car. “I’d also like you to see my place,” you said, his eyebrows shooting up. It surprised you that you offered, too. “It isn't much, but it’s comfortable. Maybe we can order takeout?”

It wasn’t exactly the ideal way to celebrate, but he shared a piece of himself on the drive over. The least you could do was let him see your apartment. And who knew where the evening would take you?

“Only if you’ll let me pay,” he smiled.

“You're not going to let me pay for anything, are you?” You smiled back.

“Not if I can help it,” he replied, opening the car door. “Let's get you home, honey.”

We all need a man like Andy. And what's going to happen at the apartment? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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i know it was for example purposes, but now that you mention sugar daddy Andy, i can't get it out of my head 🥹! may you please do pic 3 with sugar daddy Andy Barber (or maybe even Steve Rogers!) ?

A soft clink of glasses had been a chime to stymying the differing silence. You had shifted on his lap and dug deeper into his comfort while his strong arms encircled your waist, keeping you held against him.

The notes of his cologne, soft yet spicy had stirred your desire and with a slow inhale you filled your senses with him. He was whispering in your ear, indistinguishable yet erotic sweet nothings that stole your attention away from the table of men and other women milking around.

“Comfortable, kitten?” Andy purred in your ear, one hand sliding to the hem of your dress as the other remained against your belly. “Are you happy?”

“Yes, Andy.” You couldn’t have denied him, you couldn’t have denied yourself the truth. “I know you’ve said I couldn’t ask…”

Andy Barber was a highly powerful lawyer; he was also your sugar daddy. You’d met him at a party, one of the mandatory events for you and your little group of smart assets at the university.

Andy had originally come to pledge money if the university pleaded him—he left with your number in his phone and the taste of his thousand dollar bourbon on your tongue.

“Se te lo dicessi, tesoro, dovrei portarti via e non lasciarti andare.” Andy’s husky voice echoed in your mind, it drew out a soft airy sigh from your lips and caused you to tremble against him. (If I told you darling, I would have to steal you away and never let you go)

“Cold, sweetheart?” Andy hummed again, shifting the placement of his hands to rub your arms while the scratch of his beard against your jaw was another delightful sensation that you’d first experienced weeks ago.

“I’m fine,” you replied quietly, slowly reaching for the glass in front of you, stopping when Andy tsked in your ear.

“Let me, darling.” He raised the glass to your lips, watching you earnestly swallow the wine he specially ordered for you before he brushed his thumb against your bottom lip to catch the dribble of wine, and then he held his thumb to your lips.

Pride was becoming of him, pride and devour hunger surging through his body had been a direct result of your lips parting and the suckle of his thumb.

“Barber, can we get back to it?” One of his associates had questioned the timing, and with the question being raised you’d inherently felt Andy’s chest become rigid.

“I have to have a private conversation with my…friends, baby.” Andy raised the inside of your wrist to his lips and gently kissed up your arm, moving slowly to bring out an increasing number of airy whines and whimpers.

“Andy…” you drew closer to him, not wanting to be cleaved from your boyfriend.

“I know, sweetheart.” Andy held your hand, helping you stand before he reached into his jacket pocket, pulled a sleek box out and set it in the table. “A gift for you, go try it on and wait for me upstairs.”

“Sure,” you reached for the box and cracked the lid open, attention falling to the breathtaking piece inside, “Andy…this is incredible!”

“The best for my baby.” He kissed the back of your hand, anger still radiating like fine mist around him. “Go on, darling. I won’t be long.”

You stepped away from the table and straightened the hem of your dress, the box tucked in your hand as you made your descent from the room. As you were reaching the cusp, you stole another glance over your shoulder to see the men and women appearing nervous, a flash of intense fear across each of their faces as Andy leaned in and parted his lips.

And then the door was closed behind you, cutting off your view to whatever was happening.

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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year

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On the Tip of My Tongue

Kinkmas Day 9: Dirty Talk

Relationship: Andy Barber x TJ Hammond (jawbreaker and sugar, NLLYL)

Words: ~1k

Summary: Andy really is going to be the death of TJ.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (all just dirty talk, but it’s nasty, salad tossing, unprotected anal sex, feminization, bimbofication, multiple orgasms, anal cream pie, big ass daddy kink), age gap (not mentioned but present), ANDY’S MOUTH, baby TJ being all flustered and cute, mentions of waxing, lingerie, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Andy is going to kill ALL OF US, holy fucking shit.

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TJ was shaking. He could hear the ice in his drink tinkling against the glass when he brought it to his lips as he struggled to get himself under control.

But he couldn’t, and it was all Andy’s fault.

“God you smell so fucking good.” TJ tried his best not to whimper when Andy growled in his ear again, the feeling of the older man’s arm sliding around his waist and squeezing making his knees weak as he just looked at the bottom of his soda glass. “Like sex and vanilla. I bet that boy pussy smells even better, wanna suffocate myself in it while I make you squeal, sugar.”

He was sure he was going to start sobbing and begging Andy to fuck him if this kept up, fuck the fact that they were surrounded by Andy’s partners and clients at the firm’s holiday party, TJ’s prick had been hard for the past half hour and it didn’t seem like that was going to change anytime soon.

Maybe he should have waited to show Andy his surprise until after they got back to his house, but he wanted to tease his Daddy. How was he supposed to know that telling Andy he’d gotten everything waxed and given him a little peek at the dark green panties he was wearing would turn him into… this? Damn Johnny for telling him to be more forward, as soon as he saw that asshole here he was going to smack him, or kiss him, he couldn’t decide.

“Know that cunt is so goddamn soft and warm now, I wanna make it wet.” Andy was so worked up TJ was sure he was only seconds away from actually ripping the well-tailored suit right off his body and eating him out with an audience. “Make a fucking feast out of that pretty pink hole. Are you extra sensitive, sugar? Are those soft little panties making that pretty prick of yours leak for your Daddy?”

They were, all TJ could do was nod as he blushed up to his ears, batting his eyelashes like a little coquette as he gazed at Andy and not helping the situation at all. He couldn’t look at the man for long though, the intensity in his eyes making his gut burn and his head swim as he fought the urge to bare his throat and whine.

“So fucking pink and sweet for your Daddy.” TJ could feel Andy’s smile against his cheek when he choked on a whimper, trying not to openly pant when he felt teeth scraping against the shell of his ear while he picked out a spot on the wall to stare at. “Poor little thing. And I would’ve made you feel so good, baby boy, would’ve taken my time kissing and licking that pretty, smooth little pussy until it opened up for Daddy before I fucked you nice and slow. But you had to be mean and tease your Daddy.”

Oh no…

“Daddy was gonna be so nice, sugar, was gonna give you just one before we left, was gonna make sure you felt it in your toes and got all syrupy sweet for me since you had to be on my arm all night.” Andy took a sip of his bourbon and smiled when TJ let out a pathetic hiccup, nuzzling against the younger man’s temple and purring as he kept detailing exactly what he was going to do to him. “You made me wait, though, and fuck, baby, I’m gonna wreck that boy cunt.”

TJ was sure everyone saw him jump when Andy bit his ear and slid his hand down to grab his ass, barely swallowing his squeal when Andy’s fingers slipped even lower until they were teasing along his taint over his trousers. Someone was going to see them, or hear the way TJ was practically keening each time he breathed. Andy was being so brazen, and as embarrassed as TJ knew he should be, all he could feel was warm and aroused and achy in his core.

“I’m gonna eat that pussy like a fucking buffet, gonna make that smooth, pretty cunt so fucking wet and messy it makes a stain on my damn sheets.” Andy was so close, TJ felt like he was suffocating in the man, like he was about to be shoved up against a wall and have every single breath stolen from his lungs. “Want it all slick and swollen for Daddy’s dick, it’s gonna look so pretty swallowing my cock whole, gonna feel so fucking good when I dig into that sweet spot until my balls are nestled right up against that soft skin. Then I’m gonna fuck you, look at me.”

Andy was gentle when he gripped TJ’s chin and tilted his face up to his, but the look in his eyes was absolutely feral. It made TJ start vibrating as his entire body drew tight with anticipation, his breath shallow and warm against Andy’s lips while he looked at him stupidly.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, sugar.” He wasn’t sure if it was just the anxiety of the situation, but Andy had never seemed bigger than he did right now, and it had TJ swooning. “Gonna make that pussy squirt, you’re gonna come so hard. And I’m not gonna stop, your tight little cunt is gonna come on Daddy’s dick so many times you won’t be able to walk, I’m gonna ruin you, gonna use that sweet body of yours however I want until you’re jelly. You aren’t even gonna be able to hold on all the cum I’m going to pump into that pussy. You feel how fucking full I am for you, sugar?”

Andy groaned as he grabbed TJ’s hand and pressed it against his bulge, the way his baby gasped when he dragged his palm down until he was cupping his balls making him barely hang onto his composure as he smashed their lips together. TJ couldn’t handle it, he was done, if Andy didn’t do everything he had just detailed within the next ten minutes he was going to explode.

“Daddy…”

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 1 year

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I'm starting up taglists AGAIN! Let me know if you want to be added.

#chris evans #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #marvel #sebastian stan #Andy Barber #Henry Cavill #Sheriff Lee Bodecker #Sugar Daddy Chris Evans #Sugar Daddy Sebastian Stan #Ransom Drysdale #Robert Pronge #Lloyd Hansen #Bucky Barnes #Clark Kent #Taglist #Ari Levinson

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sarahowritesostucky · 2 months

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Sexuality Profile: Andy

The main thing about Andy is that he likes power and control.

Not in a hardcore BDSM way, mind you. Oh no. He's a true Daddydom.

Mature Content below the break. Consume Responsibly.

He really loves to just have you be his good girl who's always going to listen to him and be sweet and needy for him. His wife is frigid, so he loves having a woman who is always ready and willing. He likes feeling wanted for a change.

So he's definitely the most "Daddy" of all your five guys, and he knows it because you tell him all the time. You call him Daddy waaay more than you do Ari, Lloyd, Kemp, or Bucky.

When you're with him, he's in complete control - and that's how you like it! He takes over so you don't have to worry about anything. Gone is the usually calculating, business savvy sex worker. In her place? A vulnerable, sweet girl.

You wouldn't characterize it as "age play," what you two do. It's more so just focused on a power imbalance dynamic: He's the smart, in charge, capable one; and you're the innocent, helpless, dumb(ish) one. It's a persona you fall into for him, and yet it doesn't feel like 'acting' at all. You love the escape of getting to be a sweet dumb thing for him.

Andy and Kemp are the only ones of your five who are married (Ari's divorced). Now, Kemp is just completely disengaged from his wife, but you don't get the sense that he minds her.

Andy minds Laurie. He is very unhappily married and would prefer to be divorced, but the stakes are too high (finances, custody of his son). There is ... something else, though.

You don't know what, but there is something dark in his past that Laurie knows about and holds over him. Andy once did something to protect his son Jacob, and you have your suspicions, but he shuts down whenever you ask (so you don't ask).

Whatever is is, you know he's stuck living in a house with a woman he hates.

So for Andy in particular, you really do serve as an escape. You're everything his wife Laurie isn't: submissive, kind, caring, young and sweet, accommodating, and sensual.

He's been diminished and emasculated by his wife for so long, you're like a breath of fresh air to him. You're a place he can come to relax, indulge ...

... and even vent. Out of all your daddies, Andy is the most into spanking.

And for him it's not just a spur of the moment kind of thing. Sure, he'll give you a playful swat during sex, but he also has rules and discipline set in place for you and will calmly punish you with spankings when you fall short.

One of your favorite places to be is over his lap on the bed, his steady voice asking if you're comfortable "before we get started," his hands caressing lightly all over your bum before that first, dedicated smack comes down.

Andy knows how to spank, and his big, masculine hands can pack a wallop. He'll usually let you grind, or situate a vibrating toy under you while he spanks. It's only if you've really done bad that he'll spank you without any stimulation at all.

Now, you like smacks during sex just fine, but you never imagined that you could get so wet from grinding your clit against your daddy's thigh while he punishes you.

You've discovered a lot of things about yourself, thanks to your five daddies, and with Andy the biggest realization you've come to is that you crave having a big, strong, kind and bossy man in control of you. In fact you thrive on it. After so many years of hustling and being "that boss bitch," you're tired of the grind and of having to constantly look out for yourself because no one else will. Andy is a relief to you, in that way.

You call him Daddy a lot, and sometimes "Mr. Barber," when you're being saucy or playful (and it's an instant boner from him when you do).

Andy's favored pet names for you are "babygirl," "sweetheart," and "little one/little miss."

He thrives on making you feel safe and cared for. He loves that protector and provider role. Whenever something upsets you with one of the other guys, he can always tell (and he'll spank, tickle, or edge you until he finally gets the answers out of you.)

Andy and you have a game you play. You'll snuggle together on the couch and you'll both let your hands roam as you watch the movie, teasing and touching and rubbing each other until the end credits roll. It's it's own weird little sort of tantra: playful, teasing, and guaranteed to have you dripping wet by the end of the movie.

Like Ari, Andy is a big fan of morning sex. He almost always wakes up hard, and he loves to just roll you over and press you down into the bedding, plastered to your back with the lube bottle in hand and coaxing you to just close your eyes and "Let Daddy put it in."

Of all your guys, Andy spends the most time at your apartment. He has a desk there because he works so much, and you have a semi-regular routine of sitting beneath his desk and cockwarming/playing with him. It's a favorite activity of yours (especially during his teleconferences).

Andy loves your womanly body, and he's always grabbing and groping you--even parts that you get squirmy and whiny about when he does (he doesn't care he does it anyway).

He loves to see you in lacy, girlish, innocent things--again, not so much an ageplay thing as it is a sweetness and power imbalance thing. Andy's wife refuses to dress up in "silly things" for him, but you are more than happy to accommodate him.

Since the two of you spend so much time just being snuggly together in the apartment, you always either wear cute and tempting loungewear/pajamas, or else very short skirts/dresses with flirtatious thigh high stockings.

Andy was the first of the Daddies that you met. And he's very typical of the sort of "unhappily married and seeking affection"-type clients you used to get a lot of.

He was much more unhappy then and was more controlling and slightly rougher with you for those first few months, but he's mellowed out the longer he's had you and gotten his needs met.

Fun fact: when you first met him, you were considering getting a labiaplasty, but he absolutely put his foot down and forbid it, because he loves that you're "an outie" as he calls it. He told Ari this information, and now the two of them both make a habit of paying extensive attention to playing with your lips when they go down on you, making their point that you'd better never even think about it.

He likes having anal with you. But since you actively dislike it, he only asks for it on very special occasions, and when he can't have that he still likes to rim you and finger you as part of foreplay. When you do let him, he spends an obscene amount of time getting you ready and making sure you've cum at least once before he puts it in.

His favorite position is you on top to start (because he knows you cum fast that way), and him on top to finish.

And his one fantasy that he hasn't yet confided/fulfilled? He wants to have a threesome with you and Ari. (He'd really love to DP, but he knows that's not likely to happen, because you've told him about Ari's ... size.)

And a secondary fantasy: he wouldn't mind cucking Lloyd - he hates that guy.

If there's something you want to know about Sugar Baby and any of the five daddies, feel free to shoot me an ask!

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writing-for-marvel · 6 months

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These are all the fics I've read in October. Please go show all these amazing writers some much deserved love! Also please remember to read the warnings for each individual fic

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff |💧 - angst | 😈 - dark

Dividers by @saradika

Bucky Barnes

💧 Meant To Be (series) by @rosepetalsinwinter

🔥 Might Even Be by @slyyywriting

🔥 Lose Your Voice by @navybrat817

💗 Feelin’ Gourd by @jobean12-blog

💧💗🔥 Insatiable by @/jobean12-blog

💗 Rooted in Love by @/jobean12-blog

🔥 Cockwarming by @vellicore

💧💗 Clingy by @imtryingbuck

💗 A Written Notion by @sweetdreamsbuck

💧🔥 Wait For Hours by @notafunkiller

💧🔥 One Night With You Part 1 by @jtargaryen18

💗 What He Deserves by @hannibals-favourite-meal

💗 Personal Pillow by @mrsbarnesblog

💗 Hot Chocolate by @littleseasiren

💧💗 Who The Hell Is Daryl? By @lostgirlmuseum

💗 Firefighter Bucky taking you in after a fire at your apartment building by @espinosaurusrexex

💧💗 What If I Am Too Much? by @notafunkiller

😈🔥 Ace of Wands by @flordeamatista

Steve Rogers

🔥 Love Bites by @lunarbuck

🔥 Eyes on Me by @1-800-jjbarnes

💗 Back Rubs by @sapphire-rogers

🔥 Car Sex by @stuckymonkey

🔥 Carnival Fun by @notyetneedcoffee

💗🔥 I’ve still got a few rounds left in me by @thyme-in-a-bubble

💗 Stars and Stripes by @intrepidacious

🔥💗 Breathe Me by @fushic0re

💧 Say It Back by @fandoms-writings

💗 The Second Date by @crazyunsexycool

🔥💗 Overstimulation by @myfictionaldreams

💧💗 Imagine Steve coming to be with you by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Wanda Maximoff

🔥 Somnophilia by @sytoran

🔥 Thigh Riding by @/sytoran

💗 The Purrfect Pair by @astrorogers

Frank Castle

🔥😈 Sacrifice Yourself and Let Me Have What’s Left by @mrsmischief209

💧🔥 Complicated by @targaryenvampireslayer

💧💗 How To Say I Love You by @feelmyskinonyourskin

💗 Domestic Frank by @strawhbrrries

Sam Wilson

🔥 Phone Sex by @/lunarbuck

💧💗 Love Me, Too by @onceuponastory

💗🔥 Sugar Daddy!Sam by @fluffyprettykitty

Andy Barber

🔥 The Devil by @/flordeamatista

💗 CEO!Andy by @holacia3

💗 Your Age Is Showing by @worksby-d

Lee Bodecker

😈🔥 Save Your Tears by @/flordeamatista

😈 Lights Out by @/vellicore

Joel Miller

🔥 Thrills by @moonlight-prose

🔥 Can’t Keep My Hands to Myself by @/jobean12-blog

🔥💗 Joel is such a sap after sex by @inklore

💧💗 Roommate Joel Collection by @/holacia3

Multiple Characters

💧😈 Surrender by @/mrsmischief209

🔥 Double Penetration by @/lunarbuck [Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers]

😈🔥 The Magician by @/flordeamatista [Lloyd Hansen & Nick Fowler]

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cevansbaby-dove · 1 month

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Let's get lost 18+

Pairing: Andy barber x Reader.

Warnings: oral (M receiving) fingering, pet names daddy, babygirl.

Thank you so much @buckys-wintersoldier for writing the smut i'll come back to you for sure! It's amazing!

And thank you to @katherineswritingsblog for this idea ;) Bottom line is your Jacob's Girlfriend but damn His daddy Andy just has to be with you taking you to the airport. Will things get out hand or will you two fall more In love then you are in love with his son?

You were staying over at The Barbers for the night when you woke up and You put on a shirt and one of your jeans that has holes in it. You walked down the stairs and into the kitchen and you see jacob's dad sipping coffee reading over some papers.

"Morning Mister Barber" You said with a smile. Andy looks at you and says. "Y/n come on your dating my son please call me Andy" You grab a cup and nod. "Sorry Mister- I mean..Andy"

Andy says. "coffee?" You nod. "yes please Andy thank you" He pours the coffee and says. "Cream? Sugar?"

"Cream sounds great!" He grabs the cream and his wife walks into the kitchen. "Good Morning Y/N" Andy watches you and you send her a smile then look at him and smile. "thanks'

You say. "So I wanted to ask if Andy can take me to the airport Laurie.

"Sure I don't mind" You heard Andy say. His wife folds her arms. "uh..when do you leave?"

You looked at Laurie. "around noon" She nods and Andy says. "I should be good I have a case at two but I can take you to the airport."

You nod. "Thank you for the coffee Andy. I should go pack" Your eyes meets Laurie's and she presses her lips together and she nods.

You walk away and you hear Laurie say. "Are you fucking kidding me?? She can call you Andy now? My god!"

You walk into the guestroom and pack and feel a pair of hands around your waist. "hmm morning Jake" He kisses your neck. "Good morning"

You smiled but your mind went right to his father...Andy God he was amazing..in so many ways.

"Jake uh I have to get packed maybe another time?" he says in your ear. "okay baby I love you' You smiled. "I love you too" he kisses your cheek and says sitting on the bed in front of you. "Did you have anything to eat yet?"

you shake your head. "Just coffee, An-your dad was nice to give me a fresh cup" he nods. "So when will you be back?" You sigh. "Maybe a few weeks, I'm sorry Jake but this case is important"

He nods once more. "You sound like my dad" he laughed. You smile. "Shit I do!" You laughed and sit by him and wrap your arms around him. "i'll miss you" You learn your head on him and he says. 'I'll miss you too"

**** time skip: two hours.

"y/n i'm out in the car whenever your ready" You heard Andy say. You grab your bag. "Coming sorry"

You rushed down the stairs and Andy is by the door and he chuckles. "Whoa hey calm down I didn't mean to make you get into a hurry"

You hugged Jake then give him a kiss and say. "See you soon" he smiles.

Andy smiles as you walk past him and walk to his car. He opens the door for you and you smile and get in. "thank you"

he smiles and says. "you're welcome" he shuts the door and then gets into the driver's side and backs out from his driveway.

Andy is quiet for a bit then you say. "you okay Andy?" he glances at you. "yes sorry" You smile. "You know I don't bite....hard at least"

Andy coughs. "the fuck?" You giggle placing your hand on his arm. "You heard me" Andy's arm tenses feeling your hand on it.

You pull your hand away and Andy turns his car sharply to the right and then pulls into a dirt road.

He then parks his car and looks at you. "Fucking tease aren't you?"

You blink at the sudden switch of his tone, he was nice but now it's dark and filled with lust. "Andy i'll be-" he lean over kissing your lips softly.

Your body tenses when his tongue slides across his lips, leaving them shinning wet with his saliva.

Your hands, which are now placed on your thighs, are gripping them slightly, and your nails are digging into the fabric of your pants.

His eyes fix every one of your movements, smirking softly when he sees the reaction he has on your body.

“Make me go crazy, babygirl. Your little teasing game, do you think it’s fun to play with daddy, don't you? And now pressing your thighs together, so desperate, aren’t you?”

His words make you gasp, and your eyes widen. A tingle appears in your stomach and makes its way down until it reaches your core, causing you to whimper.

“I-I. Andy, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you whimper. “You did; you want all of daddy’s attention, don’t you?”

He teases, his hand finding its way on your thigh. When his hand touches your leg, your breath hitches, and you gasp.

Your eyes immediately fix on his hand, which makes it way higher and closer to your already throbbing pussy.

Andy moves his hand slowly, making sure you feel comfortable so he doesn’t overstep your boundaries.

His eyes meet yours, looking for everything that could make him stop moving his hand closer to your core, but there is nothing but pure lust and desperation. “Please, daddy,” you mumble, closing your eyes when he presses one finger on your covered pussy.

“There she is, my good girl. But you need to earn it, babygirl,” he tells you, smirking when you look like a lost puppy at him.

“Looking so innocent, but we both know you’re not as innocent as you try to act like. Come on, suck daddy’s cock, and make him feel good. Can you do it?”

You nod, eyes locked with his blue eyes that always got lost in, while he unbuckles his belt.

You don’t dare look at his cock when he shoves his pants and boxers down.

His ocean-blue eyes are pulling you deep into them, letting you forget all around you.

Your boyfriend's dad is sitting next to you in the car, his hand stroking his dick while he waits for you to take it and make him feel good. He has imagined it so often.

Jerking himself off while he thought about your tight pussy, how warm it would feel, and the way you would moan softly, lips parted and eyes almost closed while he would fuck you through one after another orgasm.

“You can look at it; take what’s yours.” Your eyes slowly move from his eyes to his lips before you let them slide down his body until you reach his dick.

Your jaw drops open when you see his huge length, delicious but huge.

His cock is hard, the tip leaking with pre-cum while he stokes it slowly with his big hand. When you get to see the vein on the underside of his member, you whimper once again, making him chuckle.

“Wrap your hand around it, babygirl and then use your mouth as well; can you do it?” “Y-yes.”

He narrows his eyebrows; his intense stare makes your pussy throb even more, and you reach to wrap your hand around his member, but he pushes you back with his other hand, gripping your chin harshly. “Can you do it, babygirl?”

He asks, his tone rough, and you shiver. “Y-Yes, d-daddy. I can m-make you feel good,” you say quietly.

Andy smirks, letting go of your chin and of his length. With shaking hands, you lean over and grip his cock.

Your mouth waters when you feel the softness, even though his dick is rock-hard right now.

Your thumb brushes over his tip, making him gasp, and Andy throws his head back while he watches your hand move up and down his length.

Then you lean closer, licking across his tip and tasting him, his salty pre-cum slowly flowing down your throat, and you moan softly.

Andy’s hand grabs a fist full of your hair, pushing you further down so you have to take his cock into your mouth.

And you do. You open your mouth, sticking out your tongue and letting his cock slide into your mouth.

Your tongue is stroking the underside of his member, feeling the vein poking out softly, and a pornographic moan leaves his lips when his dick slides down your throat.

You gag, trying to push yourself off his cock, but his grip on your hair is too strong.

It makes him feral to feel your nails digging into his pants while you swallow his cock and gag around it.

His length is just too big for you, but he knows you’re a good girl for him; you’re taking him so well.

“Breathe through your nose, babygirl. You’re doing so well for me, taking my dick like a good girl,” he says.

You do as you’re told; you breathe through your nose, and the feeling of throwing up fades away.

You listen to his heavy breaths and his groans when you slide your tongue along his cock and bob your head, his tip gliding down your throat before you circle it with your tongue.

Andy’s cock twitches in your mouth, and before you can continue to circle the tip with your tongue, he pulls you off his cock, presses his lips hungrily on yours, and kisses you passionately, his hand gripping your neck softly. “Don’t make me come just yet,”

he groans against your lips before he pushes you back into the passenger seat. “Take off your pants.”

Your eyes widen, and you look at him slightly confused. Andy chuckles, but the way his eyebrows narrow and his eyes darken even more makes you shiver and tells you that he isn’t as patient with you taking off your pants as his smile says.

“I’m not asking again, babygirl. Take your pants off.” With shaking hands, you open your pants, slide them down your legs, and take them off completely.

Your panties are soaked, and Andy doesn’t waste time placing his fingers on top of your panties, feeling the arousal through the fabric. “All wet, huh? Just for me, are you so wet for me?”

“Y-yes, daddy.” Andy guides two of his fingers over your covered folds.

Before you can take another breath, his fingers are already underneath the fabric, massaging your folds and clit with such talent. Soft moans leave your lips; you grip the seat and thrust your hips forward.

Andy takes his time, circling your clit before he slides his fingers to your entrance, groaning when he gets greeted by more arousal, which is dripping out of you. “P-Please, A-“

He interrupts you when he pushes a finger without warning inside of you. He didn’t bother that you’re not adjusted to the one while he pushes another inside of you.

You moan loudly, tears building up in your eyes when the pain burns in your pussy. “Aww, I’m sorry, babygirl. It’s ok; daddy’s got you. You know why I did that?”

You shake your head, feeling so fucked off already that you’re not even trying to think about a reason why he pushed immediately two fingers into your tight entrance.

Also, the pain turns slowly into pleasure, wanting him to move his digits inside of you. “Don’t call me Andy,” he tells you, leaning close to kiss the tear in your cheek away. “I-I’m sorry, but please move!” You gasp, trying to thrust your hips against his hand.

Andy slowly pulls his thick fingers out of you before he pushes them just as slowly into you.

He curls his fingers, hitting your sweet spot, while you turn into a whimpering and moaning mess.

He could do that the whole time, looking at you while your eyes are almost closed, sweat covering your forehead softly, and the way your pretty, plumb lips are slightly parted.

The sweet sounds that leave your lips while you can’t get enough of his fingers in your cunt.

His thumb circles your clit, making you gasp once again and bringing you closer to the edge.

Your hips buck forward, his fingers sliding completely inside of you, and he stops his movements inside of you for a moment, just circling your clit. “Squeezing my fingers like a good girl. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

You moan saying. “I’m your good girl. Please, s-so close,” you whimper, turning your head to look at him. Andy is smiling, drunken with lust, while his fingers stroke your tight walls.

You’re clenching around him, sucking him deeper inside of you, and his thoughts are running wild.

How perfect would you feel around him, squeezing his cock like you do with his fingers? Just a moment before you come all over his fingers, he removes them, leaving you whimpering and pouting in your seat while he watches his glistening fingers in awe.

It shouldn’t be allowed to look that hot, especially when he takes your fingers into his mouth, his lips closing around them while he cleans them, sucking at them and groaning at the taste of you.

“Too bad it’s a shitty place to get a taste of you, but at some point I really need to have a taste of you, babygirl.”

You whimper softly and move your hand between your legs, dipping your fingers between your wet folds to get at least a bit of relief.

“You’re not allowed to touch you, or did I allow you to do so?” He asks, demanding.

You shake your head and look at him, asking for more with the way you look at him. Andy pats his thighs, waiting for you to crawl over them and sit on them.

His cock is still rock-hard, leaking with pre-cum. He grabs his cock, giving himself a few stokes, before he brings his other hand to your ass and grabs it tightly.

Andy pushes you up until you’re just inches away from his cock, and he could easily slip inside of you. “Move your panties to the side, please,” he says, staring at your pussy.

You do as you’re told, and Andy doesn’t waste time lowering you on his dick, his tip pressing against your entrance before he pushes inside of you.

You grab his shoulders, grounding yourself while his huge length stretches you.

Andy thrusts his hips upward, pushing his cock balls deep into you, before he lowers both of you and gives you a moment to adjust to his length.

His hands capture your cheeks, and he makes you look at him, then he leans closer and kisses you.

His tongue is gliding over your lips before you part them softly. Andy helps you to move slowly on his cock, making sure you’re comfortable.

His warm breath hits your soft skin, and his groans get louder when you clench around him.

“Feeling so good around my cock, babygirl.” He kisses along your jawline to your neck, biting softly into your skin.

You bounce on him, letting his cock stroke your walls, coating them in your arousal. “Look at it; look how perfect you are,” he mumbles, making you look down at his dick.

An erotic moan slips through your lips. You move at a slow pace in his cock until Andy can’t hold back anymore and thrusts up, deeper into your pussy. “Andy, please-“

His hands grip your hips tight, pushing you down his length and stopping both of your movements. You whine frustratedly, trying to move and get more friction where you need it the most right now. “Daddy, please.”

“Good girl, what do you want, huh?”

“Please let me cum.”

Andy chuckles, lifting your hips and letting you bounce on his cock. His lips find their way back to your neck, and one of his hands slides to your front. His fingers are circling your clit and you throw your head back. “D-Daddy, please. S-so close.”

“I know, babygirl, me too.” A few more thrusts, and you’re about to come. Andy feels it, the clenching of your pussy around his dick and the way your fingers dig into his shoulders.

His fingers are doing their job perfectly on your clit too, while the band in your tummy snaps and the pleasure of your orgasm rushes through your body.

You moan loudly, throwing your head against his shoulder. Your walls are squeezing his cock just right, and it needs just a few more thrusts until he comes into you.

Your pussy is painted with his white seeds, while he fucks both of you through your orgasm.

Andy's cock is covered in your and his cum, smearing it all over your pussy and his balls.

He groans softly in your ear before he kisses his way along your jawline to your lips. “Doing so well for me squeezed me so good. Now you’re filled with my cum, babygirl,” he tells you, smiling while his hands stroke your back up and down, holding you close while he still holds his cum in your pussy.

You smile softly. "Thank you daddy..But we should really get back to getting to the airport."

Andy Kisses you once more making you melt into his arms. he pulls away saying. "you will need your jeans back on"

You smile and get back into your seat and grab your jeans and put them on as Andy pulls his pants back on then he looks at you with a smile. "not a word to my son or wife got it?"

You nod fixing your hair. "yes Andy" he drives back to the main road taking your hand. "Will we see each other again soon?"

You look at him. "Well I have to come back for Jake so..what do you think?"

He smiles. "I can think of that as a yes" Damn he knew this was wrong but you made it feel good.

tags:@angelbabyyy99 @patzammit @cutedisneygrl @bookishtheaterlover7 @armystay89

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royalsweetteaa · 2 years

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C.E. MASTERLIST

Steve Rogers masterlist

Ransom Drysdale masterlist

Johnny Storm masterlist

Ari Levinson

Oneshots

Blurred lines - Professor!Ari Levinson x student!reader

Summary: your relationship with your social science professor has blurred lines and you start having feelings for him. Question is if the feelings are mutual.

Drabbles

A wanted step - Ari Levinson x reader

Summary: Ari wants you pregnant, but you have yet to have a talk about when you would stop taking your birth control pills.

Jake Jensen

Oneshots

Mama’s boy - sub!virgin!Jake Jensen x mommy!reader

Summary: You take Jake’s virginity and discover he has a mommy kink in the process.

(Idea by @whoore-for-stucky)

Hey, kitty kitty - Jake Jensen x reader

Summary: Jake comes home to a nice surprise from his kitty.

Bryce Langley

Oneshots

Just like animals - soft!dark!Bryce Langley x reader

Summary: You spend your summer vacation with your childhood friend, Bryce Langley, and learn about his new obsession of questioning morals which otherwise really shouldn’t be questioned. How will he respond when you put him to the test?

His sunflower - stepbrother!Bryce Langley x reader

Summary: After a long lasting scandalous ‘friends with benefits’ relationship with your stepbrother Bryce, you decide it’s best to put it to an end, especially now that you have another guy on your love radar.

Drabbles

Perfect like that - Bryce Langley x gf!reader

Summary: You have a body insecurity, particularly with your stomach and Bryce won’t allow it.

Andy Barber

Oneshots

Daddy replacement - sugar daddy!Andy Barber x sugar baby!reader

Summary: Andy takes care of his sugar baby who has daddy issues.

Drabbles

You’re enough - Andy Barber x depressed!reader

Summary: Andy comforts you during your lowest.

COMMON ROOM

One-shots

(threesome/polygamy/love triangle relationship)

Clever compromises - Ransom Drysdale x reader x Jake Jensen

Summary: Yours and Ransom’s sex life is almost non-existent as you’re having a hard time not feeling intimidated by Ransom during sex. He turns to Jake for good advice, but Ransom thinks more than Jake’s helpful words will be needed from him.

Shameless ménage - dark!stepfather!Andy barber x innocent!naive!reader x dark!soft!Johnny Storm

Summary: You live with two men in the house; your stepdad, - Andy Barber who had married your mother before she had passed away, and Johnny Storm, - who Andy is the Godfather of. What you once called a family was turning into a household full of malice intentions.

HCs WITH THE CEVANS CHARACTERS

cevans characters & reaction to sudden affections

(Idea by @silelda )

cevans characters & calling them ‘pretty boy’

cevans characters & catching them crying

cevans characters & life after marriage

(Idea by @femefetalelevelingup )

ce characters & reaction to Y/N flinching

cevans characters & tier list of top/bottom/switch

cevans characters & catching them masturbating

cevans characters & size differences/size kink

cevans characters & reaction to reader teasing them

(Idea by @elle14-blog1 )

cevans characters & loosing your virginity to them

cevans characters & giving your first blowjob

(Idea by @elle14-blog1 )

cevans characters & reader’s first time of using the safe word

(Idea by @elle14-blog1 )

cevans characters & reacting to pregnancy/how they will act during pregnancy period

cevans characters & having a daughter

cevans characters & huge age gap relationship

◼️ DARK HC THEMES ◼️

cevans characters & ignoring the safe word

cevans characters & unhealthy/toxic/dark behaviors

cevans characters & taking virginity of innocent/naive reader

cevans characters & having you as their basement wife trope

AU MASTERLIST

Our little farm - Farm AU ft. Bull hybrid!Ransom Drysdale x reader & bull hybrid!Ari Levinson x reader

Collaboration with @imyourbratzdoll

#masterlist #ransom drysdale #ari levinson #steve rogers #jake jensen #ransom drysdale x reader #steve rogers x reader #ari levinson x y/n #jake jensen x reader #johnny storm #johnny storm x reader #andy barber #andy barber x reader #cevans characters hcs #cevans characters #chris evans x reader #chris evans

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nicoline1998enilocin · 8 months

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Sweet arrangement | Part 1

PAIRING | Andy Barber x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.7K

SUMMARY | You've been stuck in your little town for years and desperately want to get out of there and start a new life. When a lawyer named Andy Barber sets foot into your diner, he makes you an offer you're not sure you can refuse.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Light angst, swearing, and discussion of a sugar daddy/-baby relationship.

A/N | I am considering turning this into a small series (3-5 parts at most), but I would like to know if all of you would like to read that. Please let me know what you think; otherwise, this will just be a single one shot 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🩷

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Main Masterlist | Andy Barber Masterlist | Series Masterlist Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

''I wish I could just get out of this fucking hellhole of a town already,'' you sigh as you lean against the wall outside the diner you're working at.

''Why don't you go already?'' your colleague Ava says as she lights her cigarette. Luckily, you're standing on the correct side and not bothered by her smoke.

''You know why? Because I don't have the money to get out of here, and even if I did, how the fuck would I know where to go?! I've never been anywhere other than here,'' you say as you squeeze your eyes shut, rubbing your temples to try and ease the impending headache.

''Sometimes I wish someone would just scoop me up and carry me out of here so I would never have to look back,'' you say to Ava before walking back into the diner since your break is over.

You walk back in and go to see your new customers sitting in your section, so you walk over to them.

''Good afternoon, my name is Y/N, and I'll be your server today. Can I get the two of you started with something to drink?'' you say, and suddenly you recognize the man sitting there as Andy Barber. This most handsome lawyer occasionally comes by when he's working at the courthouse in your small town.

You never understood why a courthouse would be in a small town like yours, but you are okay with it, especially not since Andy returned to visit.

''Just 2 coffees, please, and could we also get a menu?'' the woman across from him says, and you nod.

''Of course, 2 coffees and 2 menus coming right up,'' you say as you turn around, not noticing the pair of eyes burning a hole in the back of your head.

''Andy, why don't you just ask her out already? I've seen how you look at her more than once, and you deserve someone to care for in the way you want,'' the woman says.

He sighs and shakes his head slightly. ''I'm not sure it's a good idea. She's nice, but I don't want her to think I'm a creep or anything''.

He doesn't say anything when you arrive back at the table, giving Andy a big smile as you put down his coffee, and you smile at the woman as well, though not as big.

''If you have decided on your order, please let me know, and I'll be right with you,'' you say as you continue to work on the rest of the customers in your section.

However, you can't help but glance over at Andy occasionally, but as soon as your eyes meet his, you turn your gaze away, and your cheeks feel like they're on fire.

The next few days were spent working at the diner, and every time Andy came by, he requested to sit specifically in your section.

Today, however is your day off, so when he requests your section again and hears you're not there, he asks when you will be back.

''She's here again tomorrow,'' Ava said with a smile and immediately she came up with a plan.

When the next day arrives and you set foot in the diner Ava pulls you to the side when you walk into the locker room for you and your colleagues.

''Guess who asked for you yesterday?!'' she said with a tad bit too much enthusiasm for your liking.

''I don't know, the president?!'' you said with a mocking tone but Ava let it slide this time.

''That lawyer that's been sitting in your section the last few days, but when I said you weren't here he excused himself and was gone,'' she tells you and your cheeks light up slightly.

''A-Are you sure?'' you ask her.

''Of fucking course I'm sure, dumbass! He's here to see you! You should totally ask him out!'' she says with a mischievous grin on her face.

''Girl, he's like twice my age, I'm not gonna ask him out!'' you say, but you would be lying if you didn't think about being with him. In every single way.

''So? Just give it a chance,'' Ava tells you and you roll your eyes before turning to your locker, getting ready for your workday.

Now that you know Andy will be visiting again, you decide to wear lipstick matching your red uniform; your eye makeup is a little dark to finish.

Andy is already seated in your section and alone this time. When he sees you, he softly gasps at how you look because you have never looked more beautiful than you do right now.

''Good afternoon, Mr. Barber, what can I get started for you today?'' you say as you stand next to the table, but he can't bring the words out of his mouth.

''Mr. Barber? Are you okay?'' you say and he suddenly snaps out of his trance when you place a hand on his shoulder.

''Sorry, it's just- You look so different and it suits you well,'' he says with a reassuring smile.

''Thank you, I thought I'd try this out for a change,'' you say as you lie through your teeth, you did this just for him and no one else.

He orders his usual lunch and when he's done he hands you a very generous tip along with his business card. You flip it over to see the words ''Call me'' written on it, that's all it says.

Sudden butterflies erupt in your stomach as you read those words, your cheeks turning a deep red shade as you watch him walk out of the door.

Andy's business card is still on your nightstand a few days later; he has yet to return since he handed it to you. The case he was working on must've been over, so he gave you the card.

You decide to take a leap of faith and grab your old cell phone from your nightstand, the screen is broken beyond repair and it definitely needs a replacement but you can't afford it, so you make do with what you have.

Dialing Andy's number and putting the phone against your ear has your heart go crazy in your chest, and after four rings he picks up.

''Andy Barber,'' he says with a deep voice, and your heart skipped a beat.

''Uh, hi, Mr. Barber. This is Y/N Y/L/N from the diner. I found your business card and decided to take you up on your offer to call you,'' you say nervously.

''I'm glad you did because I hoped to discuss something with you over dinner. Are you free this weekend?'' he asks and you shut your eyes while biting your lip in disbelief. This can't really be happening.

''I am free on Sunday,'' you tell him.

''Okay, can I pick you up at your house at 7 p.m.? I want to take you out to dinner like I said earlier if that's okay with you,'' he offers, and you agree, giving him your address.

''Okay, see you on Sunday, Sugar,'' he says, and you gasp softly at the nickname he just gave you, which definitely didn't go unnoticed by you.

Since you didn't know what kind of restaurant Andy was taking you to, you opted for a business casual outfit, hoping it would be good enough for your destination.

When Andy arrives, he texts you that he's here, and you walk out the door, locking the door behind you as you see Andy leaning against his car.

''Hi, Mr. Barber,'' you say as you approach him.

''Please, you can call me Andy,'' he says, just like many times before, though now is the first time you're taking him up on the offer.

''I'm sorry, Andy, it's just a little weird to call you by your first name since I've only seen you in the diner until now,'' you say, and he nods.

''It's okay, Sugar, don't worry about it,'' he says as he opens the passenger side door for you, and you slide into the comfortable seat.

The drive to the restaurant is filled with small talk, and you notice that you feel comfortable around him, so you easily reciprocate in the topics he's bringing up.

Once you arrive at the restaurant, Andy guides you in, and the two of you are led to a private area so Andy can discuss his offer with you.

''First, I want to let you know that you can always say no to my offer if you're uncomfortable with it. I don't want to pressure you with this offer, and if you happen to agree but at any point want out of it, that's okay too,'' he starts off as he holds your hand.

''O-Okay,'' you say, nervous about what's coming.

''I'm just going to outright say it: I want to offer you a sugar daddy/-baby relationship. I would love to take care of you however you want or need, but it would first and foremost be financial. It can be of a sexual nature, too, but it doesn't have to be if that's not okay. You will basically get money from me each month to do with whatever you want, and if you ever want anything else, you can ask me, and I'd be more than happy to provide,'' he says.

''What? I-I'm not sure,'' you say as you let the offer sink in.

''Would I have to live with you?'' is your first question.

''We can negotiate the terms you are uncomfortable with, Sugar. Like I said, I don't want to make you do anything you're not okay with, so whatever you decide is okay with me,'' he says, secretly wishing you would say yes to his offer.

''Is it okay if I think about it for a few days? It's a lot to take in,'' you say, and he nods.

''Of course,'' he says, and the rest of the night is spent with more light conversation, and you're starting to be more and more comfortable being around him.

When he drops you off at home, he walks you to your door, and you kiss him softly on his bearded cheek.

''I'll let you know what I decide in a few days. Thank you for the great dinner, though, and I hope to see you soon,'' you say before walking into your house.

You lean against the door after closing with a huge smile. This might exactly be the chance you need to get out of this fucking hellhole of a town already.

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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The Laundromat

Summary: After your smarmy landlord refuses to fix your broken washing machine, you resign yourself to spending your days at the laundromat. That is, until your boyfriend, Andy Barber, gets involved. Also be sure to check out the follow-up fic, The Incident.

Warnings: Frustrated Reader, Smarmy Landlord, Sexual Harassment, Angry/Protective Andy, Daddy!Kink, Light Spanking, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Prompt courtesy of @writer84 - hope you enjoy. Part of Early Growing Pain. Written on my phone. All mistakes my own.

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Fuck! You couldn’t believe this had happened yet again. Gritting your teeth, you watch as your washing shakes and rattles before giving you one final, dramatic clunk.

It had died. For the third goddamned time.

Trying to keep your breathing under control, you stomp your way up the stairs to grab your phone. It was time to call Rodney, your deadbeat landlord.

Thankfully, he answers on the third ring.

“Hello?”

“Rodney, hi! It's -“

“Of course I know who this is! Always happy to hear from one of my favorite tenants.”

His overly enthusiastic response has you rolling your eyes.

“Rodney, my washing broke down. Again.” You run a frustrated hand through your hair.

“Oh. What a shame. But I’m afraid I’m real busy today, sweetheart. Not sure if I have time to fit you in until sometime in the next week or two.” You could hear the smile in his tone.

“Seriously? This is the third freaking time in three months! I need it fixed today.” Your left hand goes to massage your temple. "Please."

“Well, sweetheart, there’s always the laundromat.”

Argh!” You slam a fist onto your counter. “That is unacceptable - especially since you didn’t fix it right the first time. C’mon, dude.”

Rodney heaves out a dramatic sigh on the other line. “Fine, fine. I’ll be there by 2:00pm.”

“But it’s after 10:00am already and I have plans tonight.” With your boyfriend, Andrew Barber. But he didn’t need to know that.

“Aw, well, you know, I just looked at my schedule and I actually can’t make it out there until closer to 3:00pm. Sorry, honey.” Your landlord does not sound the least bit apologetic.

“Fine.” You grumble. “See you then.”

“Bye for now, sugar.” And then the line goes dead.

Fuck!

——

Rodney rings your doorbell a little after 3:30pm. You swing open the door, clearly pissed.

“Sorry, about the delay. I was pretty busy.” The man with crooked teeth and salt and pepper hair holds up his old-looking toolbox.

“Whatever. Can we just get to fixing my machine? Please. I have somewhere to be tonight.”

“Of course, but I was hoping you might be kind enough to offer a tired man a glass of iced tea while he works.” There was that crooked, slightly yellowed grin again.

“I only have lemonade. If you head down to the basement, I’ll bring you a glass.”

He nods his head again and then trapse down to the basement. You quickly pour him some fresh-squeezed lemonade. And then you hurry to join him, handing over the glass when you do.

“Boy this is a tough one.” Rodney moves the machine away from the wall. With a small shudder, you watch as he starts to take off his shirt as well.

“Wife just bought it for me - can’t come home covered in dirt.” Here’s the thing, the man wouldn’t come off so icky if he bothered to invest some teeth whitener.

Oh…and if he wasn’t rocking the whole predator vibe. So, ew factor engaged.

“Sweetheart, can you hand me that Flathead screw driver?

“Uh, that’s a little beyond my wheelhouse. Is it this one?”

“No, you pretty thing. That’s a Phillips. Lemme’ show you.” And then suddenly he’s behind you, breathing on your neck, the smell of his breath threatens to make you gag. His hands are on top of yours.

Heart pounding in your ears, you pick up the biggest wrench in the box - which you're fully prepared to use as a weapon.

“Aye now. I didn’t mean any harm.” He backs away, palms up. His chubby belly bouncing lightly. “I just like helping pretty girls is all. How about I take out to the little sandwich shoppe down the street as an apology?”

“No.” You huff, wrapping your arms across your dark blue blouse. And, of course, you’re still holding the wrench. “Either fix my machine or leave.”

“Come have an early dinner with me and I will.”

“No! Do your job and get the fuck out of my home.” You can feel your chest heaving as your skin grows flushed.

“Technically, this is my home. And if I don’t like the people who rent my homes, I can make their lives difficult.” Rodney tells you, his mouth set in a firm line.

“Get. Out. Now.

“Fine. But first, give me back my wrench.” He holds out his hand expectantly.

“I will. As soon as you step foot out my front door.”

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An hour later, you sat baking at the laundromat - the only laundromat within a thirty-minute range.

And it was bustling. So far, you’d only been about to secure one washing machine for yourself and you needed two more.

You look down at your outfit, and sigh in dismay. Your sneakers, worn gray yoga pants, and blue shirt just weren’t going to cut it tonight.

Just then you spy an open machine. You shoot your man a brief text, apologizing for having to cancel last minute and shove your phone back in your pocket.

By the time you remember to pull out your phone, you still have one load of laundry spinning in the washer, and two more in the dryer.

God, were you sweating!

2 Missed Calls from Andy Bear

2 New Voicemails

3 New Texts from Andy Bear

Biting your lip, you check the messages. All of the messages. The first two voicemails ask what came up and whether or not you’d need to push back dinner.

While texts came off a bit…annoyed.

Andy Bear: Baby, where are you?

Andy Bear: Just answer your goddamned phone, please. Are you okay?

Andy Bear: Jesus, what fuck, honey? As soon as I’m done with this last case file, I’m coming over.

You: Sweetheart, there is no need. I’ll see you tomorrow.

*Silence*

Rolling your eyes, you keep working to finish your laundry. Once you’re done, you take your time hauling out the bags and throwing them in your truck.

While you had initially been trying to fold your clothes, at some point you had given up and just chucked them your over-sized IKEA bags.

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Forty minutes later…

You finally pull in front of your two-family brownstone, only to dismayed when you see your man’s Audi parked there as well.

Great. Super duper awesome.

And he had a key to your place, which meant he was already inside. Huffing and puffing as you carry heavy bags up stairs, you’re not surprised when your Big Man opens your door.

“Hi, now please move.” You brush by him, winded and sweating while he follows behind you.

“What the hell?! Why the fuck are you suddenly giving me the cold shoulder?” He growls.

“I am not!” You snap back. “I told you didn’t have to come over, Andy.”

He grabs a bag from you, looks inside, and then tosses it on the bed with a thunk.

“You blew me off to go shopping?” That one thick vein in his neck is pronounced and throbbing. “Do you know bad I was dying to see you today? Goddamnit!”

“Oh. My. God.” Your hands sink into your curls and pull. “You are ridiculous, you know that?”

You move to walk by him again, only for him to wrap one big, slightly calloused hand around your tiny bicep.

“Do not walk away from Daddy when we’re speaking, little girl.” You turn and level a decent kick to his shin, eliciting a curse from as he hops on one foot.

“I will have you know that my washing machine broke. Again.” You dig through your kitchen, desperately looking for something to eat.

Oh, look! A box stale saltines.

You turn back to Andy. "It broke for the third time and I called my fucking dick of a landlord who claimed that he couldn’t come by until 3:00pm, which was really more like 3:30pm. And then, the smarmy bastard took off his shirt, got a little handsy, and basically refused to fix anything unless I grabbed dinner with him.”

“He what? That little fucking bitch did what?” Andy’s face goes red, his nostrils flaring.

Unfazed, you pour yourself a glass of lemonade.

“Exactly what I just said! So, I threatened him with the biggest wrench he had and then kicked him out.”

“Uh huh.” Is the only thing your Big Man says.

“So, I just spent over three hours sitting in a hot, sweaty laundromat fighting people for fucking washing machines.” You throw your hands up in frustration.

You chug your drink as Andy approaches you, effectively pining you against your kitchen sink. He plucks the glass from your hand polishes off himself before leaning down to whisper in your ear:

“Do you know who else has a state-of-art washing machine? Complete with air conditioning, food, and a full bar?”

Trembling slightly, you look into enticing blue eyes and shake your head “no”.

“Your Daddy.” He growls against the tender flesh of your throat. “Your man has all that and more.”

He flips your body around and delivers two smacks to your ass.

“I - I didn’t want to bother you and -“

“Ow!” He pops you again. “Ow! Ow!”

“Baby girl, you are never a bother. Now I’m going to take you out for a sandwich. That little shop around the corner. Let’s go.”

“Okay, Sir.

“Bothering me…” He mumbles, still shaking his head in disbelief.

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You’re halfway to the sandwich shoppe when you stroll by Rodney’s own home.

“Ugh!”

“What?”

“Nothing.” You say before rolling your eyes. “My skeezey ass landlord lives there and…

You trail off when he turns away and proceeds to head up Rodney’s stairs.

“Oh, god! Andy, come back! Jesus - baby, let it go!”

Let’s just say that, a month later, you found yourself moving in with Andy. After a while, it simply became too hard to deny your man the one thing he seemed to want more than anything.

Especially after The Incident.

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navybrat817 · 8 months

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Sign the Dotted Line

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: You discuss the terms with Estelle and wait the week before seeing Andy again. Word Count: Over 3.5k Warnings: Slow burn, reader is broke (is that a warning?), sugar daddy offer, tension, slight insecurities, inner monologue, Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?) Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics , Header - yours truly A/N: Welcome back to my Terms and Conditions AU! Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thanks!), but any and all mistakes are my own. ❤️ Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You had a hard time relaxing after your meeting with Andy. You couldn’t put your finger on why you were wound up. The discussion went well, even better than you expected. Andy wasn’t pushy considering the power he wielded, but also wasn’t a pushover when you questioned him or offered alternatives. He conducted himself the way you needed him to, both professionally and personally. If he hadn’t, you’d have a much harder time going along with his contact.

So why am I so restless?

Estelle, once again reminding you why she was one of the best friends a girl could have, stopped by your place with wine and pizza. “You were not about to tell me over the phone what happened. Once I get this passed out, dish.”

Your friend was unusually quiet as you gave her the rundown of the meeting and terms you agreed to. It meant a lot that she listened, but you expected her to chime in once or twice with her opinion as she refilled your glasses of wine. Was she thinking carefully about what to say or did she not have anything to add?

“I have three questions for you,” she said, drumming her manicured nails along her glass. “First, why didn’t you accept his higher offer for more money each month?”

There it is.

“Because it was an excessive amount of money considering he’s going to pay my bills and rent, along with getting me a new wardrobe AND a personal driver. Unless I’m going out with you or our friends, it doesn’t sound like I’m going to pay for anything.”

Saying it out loud made you shift uncomfortably in your chair. Everything you had was because you worked for it. Soon, you wouldn't even work at the diner. To think the next nine months you wouldn’t work? It didn't sound real.

It didn't sound like you.

“All I'm saying is you could’ve used that extra money for savings,” she pointed out with a raise of her glass. “Or to stock up on wine.”

You snorted a bit, taking a sip of your drink. “I’m still going to put money aside for savings, but the amount he’s going to spend taking care of me? It’s a lot.”

“Doesn’t sound like it’s much to him if he agreed so easily.”

“It’s a lot to me,” you said under your breath.

And I’m not about to take advantage of him.

Andy was going to take care of you like he promised. You had no doubt about that. The world he lived in, maybe it wouldn’t make much of a difference in his bank account to take on your debt for the next nine months. You weren’t going to push for more money when he was giving you the world and then some.

Estelle smiled into her glass. “I haven’t met the guy yet, but I think he likes you because you’re a good person. I mean, he wants you to have dinners with him so he can talk to you and to get to know you even more,” she said, leaning forward when you tried to look away. “Which brings me to my second question. How do you feel about the ‘no sex’ in the contract?”

Your stomach sank a bit, making you wonder if that was why you felt restless when you should’ve been happy. “Is it bad if I say it hurts my ego a little?”

It was irrational to have a bit of a bruised ego. Andy gave you an explanation as to why he didn’t add that clause and it made perfect sense. The fantasy that he wanted you still played out in your mind though. But what would wanting him lead you to? What did you have to offer him besides companionship?

“A little? Mine would’ve hurt a lot,” she joked, causing your face to fall more as your thoughts crushed you. “Sorry. I didn’t mean anything by that. Just because he doesn't have it in the contract doesn't mean he isn't attracted to you. Didn’t you say he complimented the dress, which we knew you looked hot in? And your smile?”

"He did,” you answered, heat creeping up your neck that had nothing to do with the wine. “But Andy is like a full course meal. What the hell am I?"

Estelle wadded up her napkin and threw it at your head, which you dodged. "So are you. If you don't believe me, at least consider yourself to be dessert or a fine wine," she said. You wouldn’t, but you weren’t about to tell her that. "And you know what? I respect the man a hell of a lot more for not adding anything sexual to the contract.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. You said if something happened, he wanted it to be natural or organic. He doesn’t want to take advantage of you. He wants to seduce you the old fashioned way. And I say let him. You can start by taking some of that money he gave you and buy some fancy lingerie.”

You finished your glasses, wondering what Andy liked. Did he like something simple and classic? What colors would get his attention? "I was going to pay you back for the dress and the shoes," you told her.

With a wrinkle of her nose, she snatched the bottle from the table "Those were a gift and I won't accept any money back," she said, pouring the rest of the wine into her glass. You figured that was what she'd say. "And because you offended me, no more wine for you."

"You’re the one who brought that bottle, so your rules," you reminded her as she shot you a look. "Okay, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have offered to pay you back for my present."

Estelle nodded after a moment. "Good. That's good practice for when Andy buys you something just because and you try to pay him back."

You refrained from rolling your eyes, but she had a point. You would probably try to pack him back whether he wanted it or not. "Is it really paying him back if it's with his own money?"

She pretended to think it over before laughing. "Probably not," she said as you stood up to take your glass to the sink. "Hey, I didn't ask my third question."

"Fire when ready."

"Do you really want to give it a week when you have your mind made up?"

Estelle knew you all too well. Even if you hadn't told her from the start that you planned to sign the contract, she would've figured it out. "The time frame was his call."

While it did give you time to think it through, surely he had to get things in order, too. Like your new place. God, you couldn't believe you were going to move into his building.

"You could ask him to move up the date? Worst thing he could say is 'no'."

Maybe.

"Yeah," you said, going to sit back down with a huff. "Are you sure you don't mind being in the know of this? And having to keep it under wraps?"

"Are you kidding? It's an honor you asked me," she said, holding her head high with such confidence you had to smile. "I got your back."

"Thanks, Estelle," you said.

She waved her hand dismissively, but had a smile on her face. "Don't mention it."

"Okay. Now enough about me," you smiled. "Tell me about your day."

"Well," she smirked, tilting her head as she paused dramatically. "I may have found a guy for Wendy."

Your eyes lit up, happy you asked. Wendy was another friend of yours who hadn’t dated in awhile. "Tell me everything."

You managed to keep your focus on Estelle as she told you about the gorgeous guy she met in a coffee shop who was just Wendy’s type. You wondered how different things would've been had you and Andy met that way. Would it change your story? Would you be where you were now?

Staring at your phone when Estelle went to use the bathroom, you debated whether or not to text Andy. You just saw him earlier today and he had a business dinner. How desperate would you look asking him to move the contract date up?

"Fuck it," you muttered, snatching the device and quickly typing out a message. Communication was key. Like honesty.

"I don't want to wait a week, but I understand if we have to. I hope your dinner went well."

“BOO!” You nearly dropped your phone when Estelle smacked the couch behind you. "You messaged him, didn't you?"

"Yeah," you giggled, holding your chest to calm your pounding heart. "Told him I didn't want to wait a week, but understood if we had to."

"Hopefully he listens. Well, he will if he wants to get in your pants."

"Stop," you giggled as your phone went off, holding your breath as you read the message.

"I'd rather have dinner with you. And I understand you don’t want to wait, but what was it you said about anticipation?"

Using anticipation against me.

"Fine, Daddy."

The three dots popped up immediately as he typed. "You're teasing me, honey."

"Maybe. I'll see you in a week."

“Looking forward to it, but one more thing I forgot to mention. I’d like a witness for the contract signing.”

"Are you two sexting?" Estelle asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

"No," you smiled.

Just called him 'Daddy'.

"But he's sticking it out for the week," you said, only a little disappointed. He did have to draw up a contract. “And we need a witness for the signing. I’d like it to be you.”

"Ooh. He's making you wait for it," she said, giving you a small smile. "Give me the time and date and I’ll be there."

“Thanks,” you smiled, sending Andy back a message. “Estelle volunteered.”

“Perfect.”

“One more week and he’s yours,” Estelle smiled.

"One more week."

It really was the longest week of your life to wait to see Andy again, but today was the day.

Your heart beat fast as you and Estelle went into the building and went through the motions with the security guard. You half expected Irene to tell you Andy didn’t have an appointment with you as you made your way to the office. It was silly to think he’d back out, but your nerves were getting the better of you. And why?

Because you hadn’t heard from Andy. Not once. You kept looking at the door expectantly during your shifts at the diner, only to be met with disappointment when he didn’t show. You also didn’t want to admit how many times you checked your phone to see if he reached out. The man had more important things to do than visit or text you.

“Cheer up,” Estelle told you in the elevator. You felt bad. You were sulking and you didn’t try to hide it. Part of that scared you because why did it matter that he had gone radio silent?

“You don’t think he changed his mind, do you?”

“No. He’s just a busy man. Get out of your head.”

“I’m trying,” you sighed.

You led Estelle to the office, expecting to see Irene. All you saw was an empty desk. The light above her chair was off, too. The double doors were shut. Maybe it was a sign. This was too good to be true.

Andy was too good to be true.

“There you are,” you heard as the double doors opened.

“Holy shit,” Estelle breathed, almost making you elbow her.

“Andy,” you said, not quite smiling when you caught sight of him. He didn’t have a blazer on and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up. “I was just-”

“Irene wasn’t feeling well, so I sent her home for the day. Come on in.”

“Can you give us a minute?” You asked your friend, who raised an eyebrow in response.

“Yeah. I’ll be here,” she said, taking a seat. Once Andy's back was turned, she mouthed, "Hot!"

Yeah, he is.

You clutched your bag a little tighter as you walked in, reminding yourself to breathe as Andy shut the door. “We’re still doing this?” You asked, your voice shaky.

“Of course, we are,” he said, pulling out the chair that you sat in a week before. “Why? Are you having second thoughts?”

“No. Truthfully, I thought you changed your mind.”

Andy paused before he took his seat. “I have no reason to back out. I offered and want this. I said I’d take care of you and I’m a man of my word. I’m happy to prove that to you if you don’t believe me,” he said, carefully looking you over as blood rushed to your cheeks. “What made you think I’d change my mind?”

You shook your head. “It’s silly.”

“It isn’t silly to me,” he said, sweeping his gaze over you once again. “You’re stiff, honey, and you’re barely looking me in the eye. What’s going on? What do I need to do to put you at ease?”

You swallowed a little. “It was a long week to think it over and I hadn’t heard from you. Because of that, I wasn’t sure if you maybe decided to change your mind,” you explained, lifting your eyes to meet his. You were met with concern and care. “Silly, right?”

“No, it isn’t,” he assured you, sliding a small packet across the table to give you a chance to look at the top page. It was the contact. He really put it together. “May I explain?”

“Of course,” you whispered.

He surprised you by moving his chair around the table so he was beside you instead of across from you. “First, I’m sorry my silence caused any doubt. That wasn’t my intention. I only wanted to give you time to think things through,” he said, his tone gentle as he tapped the contract with his finger. “Would I have this here if I wanted to change my mind?”

“No, I don’t think,” you said, feeling a bit small.

“Second,” he said, a small smile on his face as he took out his phone. “I was the last one to message you. Maybe I didn’t want to bombard you between work.”

You stared at his phone and realized he was right. The last thing he sent was “Perfect.” regarding Estelle was your witness. You never said anything else. God, you were an idiot.

“So you were waiting to hear back from me?” You tried to tease as his smile widened. It was a handsome look. “Okay. So. I may have let my nerves get the better of me. I’m sorry. I just really want this to work.”

It took a lot for you to say that, but there was no judgment from him as he placed his hand over yours.

“So do I, honey,” he said in a low voice. “For the record, you can message me whenever you want. It won’t bother me.”

“Ditto,” you said before you cringed.

Ditto? Really? So eloquent.

He chuckled as he handed you a pen, leaning in a bit closer and giving you a chance to catch that cologne of his you loved. You’d never be able to smell it again without thinking of him. “As long as you’re okay and ready, would you like to start?”

“Yes, I would,” you smiled, sparing him another glance. “Thank you, Andy.”

He didn’t have to put you at ease. He could’ve easily laughed you off as sounding clingy or desperate, but he soothed your nerves. You shouldn’t have expected anything less from an ex-lawyer and, what you believed to be, a good man.

“Of course,” he said, going to the door to get Estelle. “Come in. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” she said, smiling as she shook Andy’s hand. “Heard a lot about you.”

A pange of jealousy settled in your chest when Andy chuckled, making you look away. Estelle was the kind of woman Andy should be with. She belonged in his world. But she wouldn’t do anything. She was a good friend and knew you were at the very least attached to Andy.

I need to get a grip.

You had no idea why the voice in your head was being so cruel to you. First the assumption about Andy backing out and now this. It needed to stop.

“I appreciate you taking the time out of your schedule to be here. I realize there are some stigmas when it comes to contracts, so I want you to know I have her best interest at heart.”

“We’ll see about that, won’t we?” Estelle asked, winking at you as she sat down and squashing those nerves once more.

“I also have an NDA for you to sign,” Andy added as he took a seat again beside you and leveled your friend with a look. “I don’t really care what people say about me if word gets out. It won't make a difference. I won’t, however, have them slander her. So I’m trusting you to protect her.”

Estelle’s eyebrows shot up as did yours. Andy’s reputation meant a lot more than yours, yet it was you he was worried about. “You are so authoritative and bossy. No wonder you're in charge,” she said, grabbing a pen for herself. "I'll sign whatever you put in front of me."

“Okay then,” Andy smiled, tilting the paper so both of you could look together. “Let’s get started.”

Andy carefully read over each section, giving both you and Estelle a chance to object or stop him. Everything discussed was accounted for. The length of the contract, job, living arrangements, expenses, travel, he had it all. No red flags jumped out. Nothing of concern. You saw no reason to object when he stated everything as agreed.

“Any questions?” He asked, like he had after every portion.

“Back to the living arrangements,” Estelle said, pointing her pen at him. “I want to be there when she moves in.”

“You do?” You questioned with a look. “You hate moving.”

“Oh, I don’t plan on doing any of the heavy lifting,” she teased. She usually paid people for that. “But I insist on seeing your building and where she’s going to live. I may ask to see your place, too.”

His place? Why?

Andy appeared surprised by the request as well. “My place? Is that necessary?”

“If you plan on having her there, yes. I want to make sure it’s safe. I get that she’s your sugar baby once she signs the dotted line, but she’s my best friend. She was before she met you and she will be once this contract ends. You want to protect her? So do I.”

Andy hummed thoughtfully. “What do you think?” he asked you.

You would feel more comfortable with someone you trusted there. Not that you didn't trust Andy, but the situation wasn't normal and you understood Estelle’s insistence. Still, seeing his place? Was she being a bit nosy? Was she curious about the man?

She's looking out for me.

“I think that’s fine, all things considered,” you replied.

“Okay. You’ll be there when she moves in and you’re welcome to see my place,” Andy agreed.

“With me there,” you added. She had no reason to see Andy’s place all by herself.

“Duh,” Estelle smiled with a wave of her hand. “Proceed.”

Minutes later, Andy finished and signed the document when you didn't raise any concerns. He slid the last page in your direction and your hand trembled a bit as you went to sign. You caught a look of worry on Estelle’s face when you hesitated. You were so close.

“Honey?” Andy asked so softly you almost missed it.

“I said I’d take care of you and I’m a man of my word.”

With an exhale, you signed your name. This was it. For the next nine months, you’d belong to Andy. Well, in some ways.

Andy’s smile warmed your heart as he passed the sheet to Estelle. Her smile was bright enough to light up the room as she signed. She was thrilled for you.

And you allowed yourself to feel happy, too.

“You’re officially a sugar baby!” Estelle said, quickly signing the NDA as you and Andy exchanged a look. You wished you knew what he was thinking. “We need to celebrate.”

Andy cleared his throat. “Actually, I was kind of hoping I could steal her away for a bit after I make her a copy of this.”

“You were?” You and Estelle asked in unison.

“Yeah,” he smiled as he got to his feet. He practically towered over you where you sat. “I want to take you to the diner myself so you can turn in your notice. What do you say?”

You smiled as Estelle clapped her hands together. “Let’s go.”

After that, you could celebrate the next chapter in your life.

It's official! Here we go! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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“You’ve got something on your mind?” Andy makes a small sound, a half-jestful poke at your silence while you’re supposed to be watching a movie together. though you would usually make small comments while it was okay in, and your silence is odd. “You’re awfully quiet.”

“I saw Laurie today.” You finally speak, and its Andy’s hands that move first as he shifts them down your legs to get a better hold on you.

“Wait a minute,” he turns to look at you more directly, his jaw clenching, “what do you mean?”

“Laurie, she was there.”

“Wait a minute…what did you just say?” Andy repeats himself, misguided by disbelief.

“Laurie came to the university today. She interrupted my practice.” You rub your legs together and feel one of his comfort gifts softly rubbing against your flesh, the knee high comfy socks are getting worn by how often you donned them.

“What the fuck?” Anger is rising in him and his fingers flex around your leg. “What the fuck did she say to you, honey? What did she want?”

“Andy-“

“Don’t,” his voice is hardened and he cuts you off with an underlying growl that stirs your admiration and desire, “lie to me, Y/N. Don’t try and hide this, what Laurie did is not okay and she’s not going to get away with it. Now tell me what she did.”

#sugar daddy!andy barber #daddy material series #daddy material #daddy material series: gif drabbles #gif drabble

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 1 year

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And that's a wrap on November ✨ another month, another rec list. Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 🌹

Bucky Barnes ✨

Thunderstorms and rainbows by @summerofsnowflakes

Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Mafia!Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

A correspondence of obligation by @pellucid-constellations

Prince!Bucky x Princess!Reader (Royal AU)

Fear and degradation by @groupieforbucky

rockstar!bucky barnes x innocent!female reader

Priest!Bucky by @bucky-barnes-diaries

Beefy!CatholicPriest!Bucky x Inexperienced!Innocent!Virgin!Female!Reader

Your filthy heart by @sweeterthanthis

Stepdad!Bucky x 18+F!Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

(She moves with) shameless wonder by @ussgallifrey

Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Waiting for this by @musingsinmoonlight

Alpha Steve Rogers x omega female reader

A good 'bad idea' by @late-to-the-party-81

MeanDom!Steve x Bratty! SHIELD Admin Reader

Lloyd Hansen ✨

Sad girl by @onsunnyside

dark!bodyguard!Lloyd Hansen x reader

Have a taste by @navybrat817

Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Biker!Ari by @angrythingstarlight

Biker!Ari x Reader

Room with a view by @biteofcherry

dark!Ari Levinson x female reader

Hold on by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

boyfriend!Ari Levinson x reader

Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers ✨

Love's eternal kiss by @jobean12-blog

Stucky x reader

Steve Harrington ✨

Waiting for a girl like you by @traitorjoelite

steve harrington x fem!reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Dirty little secret by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Roll play by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Take it slow by @munsonquinns

Eddie Munson x fem reader

Andy Barber ✨

Keep the change by @navybrat817

Sugar daddy!Andy barber x female reader

Silence in the library by @angrythingstarlight

Dark!Professor Andy Barber x reader

#fic rec #november fic rec #bucky barnes #steve rogers #lloyd hansen #ari levinson #steve harrington #eddie munson #andy barber

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mob!bucky; a relationship is built on trust and you trust Bucky enough to give up everything for a moment. Let him take care of you in every way possible.

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lloyd hansen; it is well known that Lloyd Hansen has anger issues, but what if Lloyd has a woman that matches his temper? Fight fire with fire – or fuck fire with fire.

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sugar daddy!andy barber; like most young adults you struggled with money, the university didn't pay itself after all. It is hard, but when a friend drags you to a special bar...it might get easier [ > potentially more parts if people want it]

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baby trap!andy; Andy cheats with you on Laurie, but you want more. You had to make sure he leaves her and stays with you…what better way than a baby? Laurie couldn’t give him that, could she now.

Barber's Production: The Burden That Weighs Heavy [s/f/a]

pornstar!nick/pornstar!reader; your mother is sick and no one cares to help but you, the constant bad news should leave you broken however you’re not giving up. With three jobs a week it still isn’t enough to pay the bills and you have to search for money somewhere else, somewhere, something where your mother doesn’t have to know about.

Barber's Production: Only You Matter [s/f]

pornstar!steve kemp/waitress/barkeep!reader; You met this charming, enhancing man in the bar you work at and from the first second on you were hooked.

Show Me How: Starting of Easy, huh [s/f]

ceo!bucky/baker!reader; it's time to try out a few kinks you had in mind since seeing Bucky, however nothing seems too hard for him. (Chapter 3)

They Changed Me Forever: The Past Always Comes Back to Hound You [s/f/a/d]

mob!andy/mob!lloyd; you can't get enough of them, they're like a drug. Everything feels good, until bad news reveals what has hounded you for weeks.

You're Arms Are Home: This Was A One Time Thing [s/f/a]

ex!husband!dilf!steve rogers/uncle!bucky; steve and you split over a year ago, but still you end up in his bed most nights, he was an addiction. [to be released in May, no date yet! Still in works, along with inspiration and storyline planning!]

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succubus!reader/(steve); he is the Golden Boy everyone loves, he wouldn't be naughty or dirty...well good for him you showed up and gave him a taste of sin. [end of May/beginning of June, no date yet! Still in works, along with inspiration and storyline planning!]

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pre-outbreak!joel miller; that man loves his daughter more than everything, even when she sets him up with the pretty neighbour. Though he couldn't be mad at her, when he'd been too oblivious to the flirting.

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joel miller; you wouldn't say you were the jealous type – Ellie would say you are –, you're just a woman knowing what's hers and not liking it when other women try to flirt with it knowing exactly what they're doing.

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joel miller; you never had a family, but Ellie and Joel make up for it. Add to that a potential brother in law who treats you like his own sister. (potential pregnancy)

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen smut #andy barber smut #andy barber x reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve kemp smut #steve kemp x reader #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler smut #vee's pornstars updates⭐️🔥

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Camgirl! and desperate Andy Barber would be *_*

Camgirl!Reader and married dilf!Ari 🥵🥵

Camgirl!Reader and shy!Steve 🥵🥵

Camgirl!Reader and sugar daddy Ari!!! 🥵🥵🥵

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royalsweetteaa · 2 years

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Daddy replacement

Pairing: sugar daddy!Andy Barber x sugar baby!reader

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - The following fic contains: explicit smut/no plot, daddy kink, slight choking, sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, love confessions, age gap, degrading, reader has daddy issues, smidge angst, fluff, praise kink, penetrative sex, use of anal vibrator, oral sex (M receiving).

Summary: Andy takes care of his sugar baby who has daddy issues.

“What a good little slut you are…sucking cock like it’s the only thing you’re good for. You’re daddy’s good girl, you know that?”

The degrading praise made your stomach filled with butterflies. You have been neglected for so long and felt like you were never good enough, but Andy poured so much attention and care to you because he wanted to convince you it was not true at all. That you mattered.

Andy had his own ways of showing just that. From taking you out all the time, paying for whatever you wished, kissing your hand like the gentleman he is, - to the sinful deeds committed in the bedroom.

He was no doubt super kinky and craved to have a sweet young thing like you to fulfill his fantasies of being a daddy dom. Good thing you were compatible and desired his dominance just as much as he desired to dominate you. He absolutely adored you, and would only go as far as you wanted, which was deep down far.

You had returned to his house after dinner and you were already on a mission to rile him up so you could end the night with great sex. It was easy because Andy had the same thought too. You had sex a few days ago, but the two of your were always craving for more.

This led you to being put on your knees, sucking him off on the floor beside the bed and waiting for him to ejaculate his spend.

“Open your mouth for daddy, honey.” He ordered you from your blissful state. You obliged, and stuck your tongue out with a widened mouth for him to empty himself in.

He pumped his shaft a few times before his cum spilled out and invaded your mouth. He groaned and marveled the view of your tongue being painted with his sperm transparently white. Your widened mouth formed into a smile as he let the few spurts make home in your tastebuds.

“There we go,…what a good girl you are for me. Doing everything so perfectly, just the way daddy likes it.” He stated proudly with a smile while caressing your cheek.

You nodded with haze, and melted into his caressing. Your swallow was audible to his ears and you opened your mouth to reveal the spend was gone. “Thank you, daddy,…you always taste so good.”

“That’s very good to know, sweetie. It arouses me how you’re so eager to have a taste of me. Now, what do you say I fuck you stupid? Want me to take care of that pretty pussy of yours?”

You nodded eagerly, and he hummed with delight. “Get up then, sweetie. Present yourself for daddy.”

You stood up and had Andy lead you to the bed where you crawled to the middle, removing your underwear in the process and getting on all fours.

You looked behind you to see Andy follow suit, his eyes glued to your ass as you raised it high. He patted your ass a few times before he looked over at you, hunger behind his eyes but of patience.

“Tell me, honey…tell daddy what you want me to do with your princess parts.”

He knows what you want, but he wants to hear you. He wants to hear his baby beg for it.

“Daddy, please, please, please fuck your pussy! I need your cock inside of me so bad, it almost hurts!” You cried out, and you started to sway your ass to showcase your neediness as you slipped a finger through your folds.

You heard a dark chuckle from behind, and you could feel Andy’s hands roaming around your ass before he positioned himself. He glided his length along your cunt, making you weep in desperation.

“You like the attention I give you, hm? Your dad couldn’t give it to you, and that’s why you turned to me to be your daddy, isn’t that right sweetie?”

Andy practically knew your whole life story because you spewed it all the time. He had expressed his love for learning every single detail about your life, and he had just now put in one aspect of your pitiful past into his dirty talking. You did not mind it a single bit.

You nodded enthusiastically, “Uh-huh! It’s true, daddy!…I crave your attention so much, - I’m nothing without it! Please use me for what I’m worth, daddy!”

“I know baby, I know how much you love attention. As a reward for being a good baby, I’ll give you what you want…” he cooed, before he stopped gliding his cock at your entrance and pushed himself inside.

Your eyes crossed of feeling him invade you with his thick girthed length. His hands held tightly around your waist while the end of the base fully seeped in, his balls patting lightly at your clit.

“Oh, daddy…” you moaned out as you let your arms slack down into the sheets to rest. You were met by a harsh slap on your ass by doing so, making you yelp in surprise.

“U-uh, sweetie. Be a good slut and keep those arms up. Need you to work with me if you want me to give you what you want…” he said with a low rumble.

He held you by the neck and thrusted with less reluctance, going at a steady rhythm of snapping his hips against your bottom.

“Oh, honey…you’re always such a tight fit no matter how much I fuck you. Cute pussy’s just made for me, isn’t it? You’re made for me, aren’t you?” He asked, and snaked a hand to play with your clit.

“Aaah, yes daddy! M’made to be yours!” You babbled from the overstimulation.

“Atta girl…” Andy smirked while he drove faster, the room filling with skin to skin slapping noises from his balls slapping your clit to his hips meeting your ass. He occasionally bottomed inside, and seeped out slowly only to snap his hips to send shocks of pleasure.

Suddenly, you felt something poking against your asshole, a small and bold object being inserted without struggle. You were about to question what Andy had put in, but your question got answered when the object started to vibrate, sending a new wave of shock in your pulsating cunt.

Where did he get that from? You didn’t know nor have the brains to care right now.

“Tell me, sweetie…who’s your daddy? Who’s fucking you real good?”

“You! Aaah, — S’just you, daddy! Oh god!” You cried out while fisting the sheets. His cock in collaboration with the vibrator sent you over the edge, and you almost became brain dead. A living fleshlight for Andy to use.

“That’s right, honey. Been treating you like nothing but a princess, haven’t I? Something your dad never did. But that’s okay. You have me now, sweetie. Don’t need any other daddy than me.” He coaxed through grunts and heavy breaths.

His dirty talking made your channel clench with excitement and lust. He fucked you like a whore, so rough and carefree it made you roll your eyes to the back of your head.

“Aaaah, M’so close, daddy! I wanna cum on your cock!” You confessed through a high pitched voice.

“Don’t cum until I say so, you hear me?” He ordered, and gave your ass another hard spanking, making you yelp out; “yes, daddy!”

He jackhammered into your womb and pulled your head back, making you shiver uncontrollably from the overdrive. He made those familiar grunts that told you he was close too, and you knew at any moment he would allow you to release your orgasm.

He leaned over, an arm wrapping around your tummy and he then whispered, “Cum, sweetie…soak my cock with your honey juice..,” into your ear as he squeezed your throat tighter with his other hand.

You felt your clit pulse and your juices flow out as you came with a howl. You were wetting the sheets below you with your release, but you had no reason to be embarrassed by it. Andy had told you he likes it when you make a mess anyway.

You only needed his approval, and that was enough for you to be convinced.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum too.” He moaned. “Flip over and lay on your back, sweetie.”

You flipped over after he pulled out his cock and the vibrator, and you kept your legs spread as he unloaded on your pussy, letting his spend coat the sensitive flesh with warmth.

“Fucking shit,..that’s a good whore. What a good baby..” he muttered through sharp inhalation.

You rested your neck into the pillow and closed your thighs together, squeezing them so Andy’s cum could stay in place for as long as possible. Andy collapsed beside you and pulled you closer to him.

He gave a humming kiss on your shoulder, “Mmh, I can’t think of a better way of ending the day. It’s always a privilege to have you around, sweetie.” He almost whispered.

You looked up at him and returned a passionate kiss to his lips before you rested your head on Andy’s chest. You could feel his beating heart so close to you, it was a comfort in itself.

While you laid there in silence appreciating each other’s embraces, you grew emotional as you took in the moment of being snuggled up against this man’s chiseled chest while feeling his beard tickle your bare skin. You had never been happier with anyone else.

Sure, this was to be only an arrangement, but Andy made it so hard not to fall for him. He was perfect. He was everything you needed.

Andy frowned when he took a glance of your face and noticed your eyes were getting glossy. “What’s wrong, honey? Why are you crying?”

You giggled through a sob and shook your head dismissively. “I’m too embarrassed to tell…”

“There’s no need to be bashful about with me, honey. Do you need more money? I’ll send you an extra grant to your card if you want, —”

“No, no! It’s not about that…I just…I really like you, Andy. Every moment we spend together makes me feel I’m important. You make me feel so important, daddy. I want to be together with you for as long as you’ll allow me, regardless if we end this arrangement one day.”

Andy smiled lightheartedly, pulling himself closer to give your forehead a kiss before he snickered. “Bless you. You really know how to use just the right words to get into a man’s heart, don’t you hun?”

“Andy, I’m serious!” You whined. “Don’t you believe me? Because if you don’t, I’ll get a job and earn my own money to prove it to you!” You stated, pointing an accusing finger hard onto his chest as if that would prove your point.

He laughed and surrendered his arms in the air. “Hey, I’m just teasing, baby, - don’t get a job, you’ll have less time to spend being with me.”

You pouted with crossed arms, not pleased how he dismissed your confession like that, but Andy was hardly done.

“You know I love you beyond the good sex and your body. A good daddy wouldn’t care for only your looks.” He stated with a pause while he held your chin so he could look deep into your eyes with his own. “While our arrangement might be of the sort, I’m way past calling you only my sugar baby. You agree on that, don’t you, sweetie?” He asked gently.

You looked at him with shimmer in your eyes. “I do, daddy.” You replied innocently, and snuggled your head into the crook of his neck. He chuckled and stroked your back with care.

“You’re my sweetheart for life. I’ll never neglect you nor fall out of love with you.”

Note from author: Ugh, Andy would make the best sugar daddy, you can’t convince me otherwise.

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