#sugar daddy!Andy Barber x reader

[navybrat817]

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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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.

[sarahowritesostucky]

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!

Five Daddies Imagines Masterlist

Masterlist

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Yes, sir, anything you want, sir. 👀😌🥵

Drabble: law student reader being desperate for money and being forced into a sugar arrangement with Andy barber? 💕

Biggest Fan

Andy Barber finds his paralegal's Only Fans...

requested by @siren-kitten-his

Warning: coercion, blackmail, porn, implied dubcon/noncon

[changed it so student isn't paralegal but law student placed with Andy during her practical (I dunno how it works in the states but my sister required a placement for law in Canada)]

Andy stared at her through his open door. She sat cluelessly at her desk, placed deliberately so he could see her easily, and she tapped her pen on her lip as she squinted at her monitor.

He looked back to his own screen, not the large one with the Apple emblem, the smaller one hidden against his thigh. He scrolled through once more. That was definitely her manicure; the little confetti glitter had caught his eye that morning as she offered him a coffee. She always got him a small black and he had been to flattered on her first day to tell her he preferred just a little milk. So he drank it black and often singed his tongue in the process.

He admired the curves of flesh, the dainty triangles which left little to the imagination. She didn't need to show her face to assure him. He'd imagined it so often in the last three weeks he was sure the moment he'd seen her. He happily paid they $9.99 fee. A bargain really.

He shifted in his chair. He was hard again. He had been most of the morning. When she had come in to set down his paper cup, her had stayed seated. When she knocked, he had been trying to solve the problem. He didn't have time to tuck himself away before she came in and so he hid himself under the desk as best as he could. By the time she left, he was throbbing.

He looked at the clock. One already. It was Wednesday. He usually took a late lunch, if any. He couldn't focus one way or the other. He just kept thinking about her page; about the images that kept him awake as Laurie slept beside him.

He peeked over again. She was gone. She must be in the restroom or making copies. He chewed his lip and lifted his phone onto his desk. He liked that he could see her but knowing that countless others could, made him sick. His phone buzzed and he unlocked it again.

OnlyFans; GlitteryGigi has added new content.

He blanched but quickly hit the bubble. It opened her newest photo. It was the familiar grey wall of the faculties, her face hidden just above the frame as she took a picture of herself in the mirror. Her skirt was at her feet and her shirt was rolled up over her chest. She had no underwear or bra. He groaned and turned his phone face down.

He hissed as he reached down and tucked his cock under his belt to hide how painfully hard he was. He caught the movement as she returned to her desk and sat as if she'd merely been to the water cooler for a refreshment. Ugh, he just couldn't concentrate on anything but her damn skirt.

He stood and tasted his frigid coffee. Gross. He left it on his desk and strolled through the door. He rounded her desk and stopped so that his barely concealed erection was just across from her.

"Hey, I was about to go grab something from that new shwarma truck down on the corner. You been on lunch yet?" He sounded totally normal. She likely didn't know how bad he needed to blow.

"Um, sure," She smiled up at him. "I'll just..." She clicked around then reached under the desk for her purse. "Get my bag."

"My treat," He offered.

"Habit," She stood and hooked the strap over her shoulder and her nails sparkled. "I haven't had a good falafel in ages."

-

You sat with Andy on the bench and watched the pedestrians walk by as you nibbled at your wrap. It was an unseasonally sunny day in Massachussets and your boss was unusually silent. Unusually meek. You'd caught him looking at you and quickly tearing his gaze away. It was unlike him to be anything but direct. You admired it in him, it was quality you knew made him even better at his job. If you wanted to do as well as him, you'd have to take a few pointers.

You finished and bundled up the wrapper. He mirrored you and offered to toss yours with his own. He went to the bin and returned. You made to stand and he stopped you with the point of his finger. You blinked but stayed on the bench. He slipped his phone from his pocket and sat. He fiddled with it before he managed to drag his thumb across the screen and key in his passcode. He hesitated again then turned it over and placed it on your knee. He waited for you to steady it before he drew away, leaving you to stare at your image on its face.

How had he found you? You'd trusted in the fact that he and most of those at the courthouse were ignorant of the app and too disinterested to really get that far. Well you were wrong but there was no proof it was you. You never showed your face. Well, there were hints.

And besides, what was this married man doing on OnlyFans?

"Look," You began quietly as you shoved the phone back towards him. "Fire me but please don't report me to the college."

"Fire you?" He said as he took the phone.

He pushed his legs apart as he swiped through your pictures. You squirmed and covered his screen.

"Stop." You pleaded. "I get it."

"Ten dollars a head. Not much unless you're popular," He mulled. "And a bunch of strangers."

"What do you want?" You hissed.

"I found it, who knows how long until more people do." You rubbed your lips together as you refused to look at him. "You shouldn't be selling yourself to strange men on the internet."

"Is that what you are?" You snarled, the heat seeping deep into your soul.

"I'm giving you another option," He shifted closer. He tucked his phone back into his pocket and his hand went to your knee. His thumb rubbed and he squeezed.

"Andy..." You warned.

"No one will know. I'll take care of you; tuition, books, meals, clothes, whatever you want," He drew circles on your skin. "You just need to take care of me."

"Take care of you?" You grabbed his wrist. "I... Laurie."

"You don't need to worry about her." His hand slid his hand up your skirt. "Worry about me." He pulled your other hand to his lap and pressed it to his bulge. "Worry about this."

[nicoline1998enilocin]

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.

[ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist]

Chris Evans Masterlist

Here you will find all of my Chris Evans works, arranged by character and type of work.

Series

Don’t Take My Sunshine Away (possibly on hiatus)

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing) - Lloyd is a minor character.

Challenges

Pretty As A Picture - Explicit - Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader - What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.

Requests

Power Play: After Hours - Explicit - Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader - What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

A Duke and His Duchess - Explicit - Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader - The night takes a dark turn when you are harassed at the club, but Lloyd comes to your rescue.

Headcanons

Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep

What happens when the reader starts dressing to match Lloyd?

Interesting quirk (an ask I submitted to stargazingfangirl18)

Events

Daddy Dearest | Lloyd Hansen + Female Reader + Daddy kink + “Can you feel how much I want you?” + Darkfic (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

One-Shots

Oxytocin - Explicit - Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC - At a New Year’s Eve party, Ransom Drysdale’s life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.

One-Shots

Don’t Take Your Eyes Off It - Explicit - Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader - It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!

Requests

No Good Deeds - Explicit - Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader - Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.

Events

Do It For Daddy | Jake Jensen + Female Reader + Daddy kink + “I told you, you would eventually start begging.” + Smut (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

One-Shots

Sweet Redemption - Explicit - Dennis Baker x Female!Reader - You move into the neighborhood and meet Dennis Baker, a man in the middle of a divorce. Trying to keep yourself honest, you keep him at a distance. But you’re drawn together after a mishap online. Will it end sweetly or on a sour note?

Headcanons

“Don’t run from me” Dennis x Wifey (facesitting)

Brunch with the family (slice of life)

Late night on the beach with Wifey

Ass worship

Nicknames and height

Panty sniffing?

Running into the ex-wife in the grocery store

Dennis comforting Wifey after a long, stressful day

how Dennis finds out that Wifey is pregnant

Dennis' zodiac sign

Does Dennis' wife like to be spanked during sex?

Is Dennis a horndog?

What are Dennis and Wifey's love languages?

Do Dennis and Wifey share nudes?

Drabbles

Dennis tells you about his and his ex-wife's fight on the day you met

Dennis comforts Wifey after her day doesn't go as planned (slice of life)

Dennis being the most capable father and husband (slice of life)

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Steve Rogers (Avengers films)

Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Nick Gant (PUSH)

Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

Dennis Baker (DENNIS)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR CHRIS

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

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

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Unholy

Andy Barber x Stripper!Reader

Author's Note: "Y/n" is a stripper in this one, so if that isn't your thing, maybe sit this out. Summary: To the rest of the world, Andy is a prosecutor with a stellar conviction rate and shining reputation as a family man, but there's a side of him that only Y/n knows exists Masterlists Warnings: SMUT, reader is a stripper/exotic dancer, mentions of pole dancing, implied sugar baby/sugar daddy, implied dom/sub, infidelity, oral sex (male receiving), light bondage, vaginal fingering, excessive use of obscene language, excessive alcohol consumption 

Even though her slightly blurred periphery, Y/n could see Andy’s intense, darkened gaze fixed on her. Simultaneously, she tried to make it seem like she hadn’t noticed him there, slouched deeply into the chair near the stage, and like she was dancing just for him. Like every time she dipped low and displayed her perfect, lace clad ass as she came back up, it was just for him- because that night, it was. Every skilled, sensuous twirl around the cool, metal pole was with Andy in mind. Every exaggerated display of her pert breasts, salaciously pushed together by a lace adorned black bralette was specifically meant for his eyes. 

Her favorite customer. 

As his eyes followed her sensual movements with a passion in them that was reserved only for her, one of Andy’s large hand gravitated to the top of his thigh before settling over the promising bulge barely contained by the crotch of his black slacks, while the other kept a half drunk glass of top shelf whiskey propped just above his knee. His stripped tie had been loosened a little, while the sleeves of his gray dress shirt were bunched up under his elbows- that coupled with the way he’d was sprawled into the chair, like he owned the damn place, and the fullness of his beard gave him the kind of ruggedness that belonged on the centerfold of a magazine or maybe a movie screen.

When her set was through, Y/n paused for a moment to catch her breath before heading backstage to freshen up; neaten her makeup, tidy her hair and switch out her racy black set for something that Andy had bought her. It wasn’t commonplace to wear presents from clients at work, but Andy wasn’t just any customer- and she wasn’t just any girl. After discarding the skimpy, black lingerie set in her bag, Y/n pulled on an equally racy navy outfit; a shimmery crop top that boasted the twinkling stud adorning her navel and a sparkly, fringe mini skirt that left very little to the imagination. It was limited edition Miu Miu- only the best for his favorite side piece. 

After changing her outfit, Y/n traded her woefully tall pumps for a more delicate pair of strappy black,pencil thin heels- also courtesy Andy. Then satisfied with her image reflected by the stretch of mirror mounted behind the long counter acting as the vanity in the dressing room, Y/n deserted the room.

Y/n spotted him the minute she emerged from the ‘staff only’ area, still populating the chair near the stage. She couldn’t see his face from that angle, but Y/n was positive that he probably wasn’t paying as much attention to the new dancer as he had been to her- he had very particular tastes. Biting back a smile at the thought, she sauntered over to where he sat, ignoring the catcalls and salacious compliments of other patrons as she did. On another night, she would have entertained them, it was her job after all; entertaining rich men who wanted to a young, beautiful woman’s company for a while, but Andy was her favorite, and he was always her priority. 

He came in twice a week usually, on Wednesdays and Fridays after work but sometimes, if he’d had a rough day at work or had a fight with his wife, he would drop by or even visit her at home. Despite their arrangement thought, there was hardly any emotional connection between them; she suspected that it was one of reasons that Andy liked her so much, but what they had was still something that Y/n treasured.  There was no way that she’d be able to afford her lifestyle without him, and him being one of the most attractive men she’d ever come across was a welcome bonus.

And he was spectacular in bed- or wherever they landed. 

“Hey you,” she crooned, manicured tips trailing along his nape, only exerting enough pressure to rouse his attention. 

His initial response was non-verbal; Andy transferred his drink to his free hand so he could take one of her smaller ones and guide her into his lap. As she settled there easily, he laid his palm on her ample hip, the pad of his thumb ghosting the skin left exposed by the lacking fabric of her outfit and sending a shiver up her spine. “Hi there, beautiful,” he greeted softly, pressing a chaste kiss to her bare shoulder. “You were amazing up there,” he offered further, easily handing over his glass briefly so she could have a sip.

Humming at the smooth taste of smokey vanilla  melding with an oak-y undertone, Y/n held back on returning the glass, and instead spent a couple seconds studying the wine coloured lipstick mark she’d left on the rim before turning in his embrace slightly to leave a similar mark near his ear. The roughness of his beard tickled her skin and she smiled faintly at the sensation, “Thank you.” Y/n kissed him again, that time allowing him to relieve her of his glass, so she could flatten one hand on the center of his broad chest, while draping her other arm across the back of his neck. “Did you miss me, Counselor?” Her words were low and her tone sultry. 

Reaffirming his grip on her hip, Andy shifted his face so their lips were close- so close she could taste the liquor on his breath as he spoke, matching her tone, “I always miss you, Doll.” 

His words made her giggle softly; Y/n knew that they weren’t entirely true. Maybe he missed the sex, or the way it felt to have her practically worship him, but not her. Not when he had a perfect, little kindergarten teacher for a wife back at home. Laurie, he rarely spoke of her, but that never stopped Y/n for thinking that the woman was lucky; not many got to marry a man like Andy- she’d probably leave him if she ever discovered what he got up to in his free time though. “I’m sure you do,” she played along nonetheless, “You were late tonight.”

Andy sighed, glancing away briefly and rolling his eyes, “Fucking Laurie,” he shook his head wearily, “She called when I was leaving the office and we got into a fight. I don’t wanna talk about it,” Andy turned to face her again, that time pressing a chaste kiss to her jaw, “I just wanna spend some time with my best girl,” his words made her cheeks heat up and Andy raised his hand on her hip in favor of cradling the back of her neck. When their lips finally connected, it was in a hot, impassioned endearment that felt like he was simultaneously pouring life into her and stealing her breath- it was dizzying. 

She liked it. 

His tongue broke past the barrier of her teeth swirled around hers and his slid his hand up to the back of her head, as if holding her in place. Without hesitation, Y/n offered up control, allowing him to lead their fervent endearment. “Is the Champagne Room free?” He mumbled against her burgundy lips. 

Y/n chuckled and Andy swallowed up the soft sound, “On reserve for you, Counselor,” she always made sure the room was free on the evenings that Andy was supposed to come by. 

“Then what are we doing here?” Andy probed, and she could feel his smile on her mouth. An amused sound acted as Y/n’s response, and when they broke, she stood, exaggerating the way the sensual shimmy of her hips as she teasingly tugged down the hem of her very short skirt. “Don’t try  to hide from me, Doll,” he taunted, lightly smacking her ass before rising himself. A huffed chuckled vacated her lips and Y/n watched intently as Andy downed the rest of his drink and set the glass on a little end table next to his chair. Before offering her one of his hands, he pushed up the sleeves of his dress shirt a little further up his forearms and Y/n pulled her lower lip between her teeth. 

It always amazed her how the man could make even the most mundane tasks reek of sex appeal. 

With their fingers interlocked, Y/n led Andy through the club, and while they were surrounded by women clad scantily in all types of lingerie, she could still feel his eyes on her; following the sway of her hips as they made their way  to a room that was designated for customers willing to pay for…..extra services. The hallway that broke off from the main floor and led to the Champagne Room was lined with patrons and women looking for darker, more private spaces and as they passed them, Y/n barely paid any mind- it wasn’t unusual anyway. 

Quickly, she punched in the code, waited for the quiet beep that signaled that the door had been unlocked and then gently tugged him inside. “Get the fuck out,” he barked at the bartender, who waited for Y/n’s subtle nod before doing as he’d been told. Letting her hand go, Andy harshly shut the door the minute the bartender stepped his second foot out into the hallway, and amused by his haste, Y/n chuckled quietly. “What’s so funny?” 

With the door shut, the music from outside was muffled, making it easy for the click of her heels to fill the room as Y/n sauntered towards the bar. “You,” she shrugged, setting two glasses on the small counter before getting out a bottle of high end vodka from below the bar, along with a small metal bucket filled with neat ice cubes and equipped with a small tong.  Plopping two ice cubes into each glass, she occasionally glanced up at him through her lashes, a little amused that she’d managed to irritate him. 

“You think I’m fucking funny?” Andy huffed, folding his arms and shifting his weight from one leg to the next. “Answer me, Doll,” he gritted when she went about with pouring vodka over the ice. 

Slipping out from behind the bar, Y/n approached Andy, offering him one of the glasses as she drew in a sip from hers. “Sometimes,” her tongue darted out to moisten her lips and she regarded him through her slightly squinted gaze, “You know, you haven’t even told me that I look nice.”

“I did,” he defended, taking a gulp from his glass. 

“No you didn’t,” she quipped, “You said that I was ‘amazing up there’,” Y/n quoted.

Andy’s chest rumbled with a low chuckle and he reached out with his free hand, reeling her in until her was flush against his chest, “You look beautiful, the colour suits you,” his arm snaked around the small of her back and he took another drink from his glass, “I saw this little thing at the mall the other day, its got a little bow right here,” he tapped the bottom of his glass to the center of her cleavage, “And another one right here,” his hand on her hip slid down to grope her ass, “And absolutely nothing under here,” Andy’s hand glided down the curve of her ass and reached between her legs. “You’d look so sexy in that,” he muttered below his breath, laying his liquor stained lips on her neck, lingering there so he could breathe in the fragrance of her perfume. 

A glimmer of a smile tugged at her lips, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Then why didn’t you buy it? All bark and no bite, Counselor?” Y/n’s teasing words were matched by a glimmer in her eyes, and she could pinpoint the exact moment that it caused his to darken intensely. 

“I wasn’t alone,” he groaned, and she knew that he actually meant that he’d been with his family. “I’m going back for it tomorrow,” his hand was still under her skirt and his face had stayed close to her neck. The kisses he'd been pressing there had been hot but slow. “No bite huh?” He growled suddenly, grabbing her skin between his teeth.

Her breath hitched at the sudden pain and she unconsciously arched into him. A shuddered breath fell off her agape lips when the tips of his fingers teased her slit. “Andy,” she crooned, grabbing a fistful of his shirt in her free hand, willing him to offer her more than just the tips of his fingers. 

“I want something,” he elicited, continuing to favor her neck while flirting with the silken moisture between her thighs, “Can you give me something?” 

“Anything you want,” Y/n responded readily, gasping in quiet frustration when he pulled his hand away and stepped back. 

“Come,” he walked backwards until the back of his legs hit the sofa against the wall, sinking into it in almost the same fashion he’d adopted while in the chair outside. Draining his glass, he offered it to her, “Why don’t you top this up, and then get on your knees for me?” 

Wordlessly, she took hold of the glass, returned to the bar so she could deposit her own glass and freshen his drink. Upon returning his glass, Y/n positioned herself between his spread legs and sank to her knees. Like that, he could see the top off her breasts and planting her palms on his thighs, she leaned towards him a little, “Is this what you want?” 

Swirling the ice around in his glass before bringing it to his lips in a brief sip, Andy reached out with his free hand to touch the side of her face in a backhanded caress, “You know what I want, Doll,” he encouraged.

Suppressing a wicked grin, her hands crept up thighs, eventually reaching for the buckle of his belt, easily undoing it and then doing the same with his button and zipper. He was already half hard, and the thought of his impressive length hitting the back of her throat made her giddy. Andy raised his hips off the seat a little so she could tug his pants and boxers down a little, freeing his delicious cock. His wife- what a lucky bitch. 

Spitting into a palm, Y/n closed her fingers around his girth and started pumping slowly, stimulating a full erection. “I’m gonna take such good care of you, Counselor,” Y/n licked her reddened lips,”I know exactly what you like.”

“I wanna feel your mouth, Doll,” his husky words were like music to her ears and a spark to her center, reaching out to quickly stroke the side of her face, “Your pretty little mouth.”  

Leaning closer, she maintained a hold on the base of his shaft, making it easier to run her flattened tongue along the underside of his length before frenching his rosy tip. “That’s it,” Andy praised when her head finally dipped down, his head hitting the back of her throat before she could manage to take him completely. With hollowed out cheeks and the ‘o’ of lips closed in around him, she bobbed her head while working the rest of his length with her hand. “Just like that, Doll,” he managed, grabbing a fistful of her hair and wrapping it around his hand so he could roughly guide her pace. “You’re so fucking stunning when you suck my cock.”

Occasionally, she’d swirl her greedy tongue around his shaft and when Andy jerked his hips, driving his cock further down her throat it triggered her gag reflex. Determined to keep going though, Y/n warded it off and guided her hand away from his base in favor of massaging his balls. “Fuck baby,” he hissed at the sensation, tightening his grip on her hair. 

The throbbing heat in her core made her inner thighs slick and Y/n was aching to be filled up. The pleasurable burn that came with him stretching her wide, the way it felt like he reached her stomach- she needed it. Eagerly, she shifted her weight to grid on her calf in a bid to quelch her arousal. 

Nails digging into his thighs eventually moved to claw at his hip. “I’m gonna….fuck,” he groaned, spilling his seed into the back of his throat. Eagerly, she lapped up his product, moaning languidly at the taste of him. Thin threads split out the corner of her lips, and when he finally released his grip on her hair, Y/n pulled away and wiped them off with the back of her hand, breathing heavily. 

A breathless grin split her cheeks as she admired him and she sat back on her heels, her drenched core still begging for attention. As Andy tried to regulate his own breathing, he took another swing of his vodka. “I’m not done with you yet,” he warned, “But I gotta catch my breath,” he winked, the indirect compliment bringing heat to her cheeks.

“I wanna fuck you while you wear that,” he gestured to her outfit with the remainder of his drink, “I gotta get my money’s worth.” She didn’t know if Andy was referring to her ridiculously expensive get up or just her, but Y/n couldn’t have cared less. 

When her breathing finally evened a little, Y/n stood and dragged herself over to the bar so she could polish off her drink. A little peeved that the ice had melted and diluted the sting, she poured herself another and took an immediate swing. Sex and booze, that was usually what their time together entailed; Newton’s star public prosecutor was just another bored, suburban dad with too much money and an insatiable sex drive. 

Turning to lean against the counter, Y/n guarded half her face with the crystal glass as Andy got himself hard again. In that moment, she thought it might have been better to retract her thought about the kindergarten teacher being lucky- she was the lucky one. Laurie might have gotten to marry Adonis, but Y/n got to fuck him. 

After a handful of very productive minutes, he stood and came towards her, set his glass down and began the quick process of undoing his tie. With his pointer, he wordlessly gestured for her to turn around, and thrilled by what was to come, she followed direction. “Can’t have these distracting me,” he grunted, breath hot on the back of her neck as he bound her hands with the garment. 

Closing the remaining distance, he pressed his erection to her ass and shoved her so her sternum was firmly against the bar. “I remember when I first saw you,” his large hands traced the topography of her curves, “Doing your little set on that stage,” he kissed the back of her neck and gave her ample hips a purposeful squeeze, “I was only ever supposed to watch,” his lips fell to her shoulder and his palms skimmed her waist once more, “But I took one look at you, in that little red thong and decided that I just had to have you- you were gonna be mine,” he growled, nibbling on her ear lobe and simultaneously grabbing her breasts, still clad in her tiny, shimmery top. “I think I want you to be mine alone,” he jerked his hips and she gasped sharply. 

“Yeah,” the word was absent and thoughtless, as if he were saying it to himself, “You’re gonna leave this place and I’ll take care of you. Pay your little fucking bills, buy your pretty clothes," he growled, "And I’ll lock you in a fucking tower; you’ll be like a princess, kept up there just for me. Say you wanna be my princess,” he gritted. 

Grinding against his crotch, Y/n whined desperately, “I wanna be your princess.”

“Yeah?” She could feel his chest rumble. 

“Yes, please,” she begged. 

Squeezing her breasts one more time, Andy  trailed his hands down her front to eventually palm her cunt. “You’re so wet,” he noted proudly, “So desperate,” his lips gravitated to the warm skin behind her ear, “Beg.”

A dramatic sigh escaped her lips, “What….?”

A stocky finger slipped between her folds, grazing her nub before delving into her core. Pumping slowly, Andy curled his middle finger, “If you want more,” he kissed her skin again, “Then beg for it.”

Frustrated, she ground on his finger, consequently  shoving her ass against his hardened member. “Please,” Y/n whined, erratic breathing dominating the rise and fall of her chest, “Please I wa- I need your cock,” she heaved, moaning when he quickened the pace of his lonesome digit.

The minute Andy retracted it, a sound of irritation broke the air. His chuckle was succeeded by the sound of foil tearing and then a couple seconds of silence as he rolled the condom on. “I need you like this,” harshly, Andy spun her, so they were facing each other. He grabbed her elbows afterwards, draped her arms on his shoulders, not paying any mind to how her hands were still bound bruisingly at the wrists. With ease, he hoisted her up and instinctively, Y/n wound her legs around his hips so he could walk them back to the sofa

Connecting their lips, Andy sank down into the forest green, velvet cushions. Like that, her legs were astride his thighs and after another moment spent adjusting them, Andy was encouraging her to sink down onto his member. A lewd moan vacated her slackened jaw when he was finally sheathed between her walls.  

“Fuck,” they moaned in unison and Y/n fell forward so their sweaty foreheads would touch. 

“God,” Andy grunted through his clenched jaw, “I’ve waited two days for this, nothing else feels this good, baby.” He’d told her so many times, in so many brazen fashions; no other woman could compare to her, he didn’t enjoy fucking his wife as much as he did her. 

After taking a moment to become acquainted with the burn that accompanied Andy’s impressive girth, Y/n struck up a rhythmic pace. “I’ve missed you,” she admitted, voice shaking, “God, Andy, I’ve missed you.”

His hands on her waist guided her pace, and occasionally, he’d buck his pelvis so it would connect with hers faster, and everytime he did it, Y/n thought she could feel him rearranging her insides. Her head lolled back from the sheer pleasure and despite the air conditioning, a thin bead of exertion trickled down to the valley of her breasts. After pressing his hot mouth to the ‘v’ between her full breasts, accentuated by the tiny blouse, Andy kissed his way up her chest and neck, and not able to do much else with her hands, she tangled her fingers in his hair. 

The profound fullness between her thighs was absolutely intoxicating; the way he stretched her so wide it boardered being too much and the roughness of his veins- barely muted by the condom-generated additional friction to the existing deliciousness that accompanied rising and sinking onto his length. 

“Andy,” Y/n mumbled in a pitched tone just as her legs began stiffening and the knot in the pit of her stomach was suddenly wound too tightly. 

“Let me help, babygirl,” he elicited in husked words, removing one hand from her hip to reach between them, briefly pressing into her mound before starting to toy with her swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves. 

Eager for release, Y/n hastened her pace, “I’m gonna….”

“I know,” Andy offered, just before she completely collapsed; loud, depraved cries filling the space as a kaleidoscope danced on the back of her eyelids. Her hands closed in on themselves, long nails surely leaving crescent shaped marks on her inner palms. “God,” he groaned as her walls clenched around his member, pads of his fingers pressing into her skin, leaving bruises that would match the ones on her wrist and neck.

“Andy-fuck!” She cried, eyes screwed shut and head thrown back in unfettered ecstasy while his were sure to stay open, eager to have every moment of it branded into his memory- another added to his collection.

Before she could start the slow descent from her mindblowing orgasm, Y/n could feel him twitching tellingly, the sensation barely muffled by the latex barrier. His face fell forward to the crook of her neck, and Andy closed his teeth in over a spot near her shoulder, biting down in a barely successful bit to quiet his pleasured obscenities. Y/n didn’t think she could feel the sting of it even if she wanted to- pleasure was still coursing through her veins like fire and the sensitivity in her center was only exacerbated by Andy rigidly riding out their highs. 

When they were through, he laid his head on the back of the tufted sofa tiredly, and Y/n collapsed onto his chest. They both struggled to even the rapid rise and fall of their chests and Y/n was still seeing stars every time she blinked. 

She wasn’t sure how long they remained there after that, she actually only became vaguely aware of the time when Andy finally checked his watch and announced that he should get ready to leave- religiously, he left at 8:45pm. It was the perfect departure time for a man like him; any later and his wife might suspect there was more to his 'working late' excuse, any earlier and there wouldn’t be enough time to get up to their antics. 

Gingerly, she detached herself from Andy, still breathing raggedly when he started undoing the knot that kept her hands bound. When he was done, Andy draped his tie around his neck as he stumbled to a stand- the slight waver in his gait coming from a combination of the many drinks he’d hand and her practically milking him dry. Carelessly, he discarded the condom in the waste bin, discreetly positioned in the corner before tugging his boxers and pants up, while Y/n slumped into a half laying position against the cushioned arms of the sofa, one jellied leg slightly hanging off the side while the other was sprawled before her. 

Intently, she watched as he moved towards the bar, pouring them one final drink each, downing his in one go before handing over hers. “Tell them put the bottle on your card,” the one that he covered anyway, “Then drink some water and go home.”

“My shift isn’t over till twelve,” Y/n countered. 

“Home,” Andy stressed pointedly, his tone alone suggesting that there was no room for argument. 

“I can’t just leave, Counselor,” Y/n took a slowly sip of her drink, smacking her lips tiredly at the sting, “That’s not how it works for some of us.” 

“Then fucking quit.” Andy sighed when she pouted deeply, taking a moment from fixing his tie to approach her and then drop to a knee so their faces would be close. Licking his lips, he positioned two fingers under her chin, gently urging her to meet his eyes, “I said I’ll cover you and I meant it,” when she rolled her eyes, he emphasized, “I did.” 

“Won’t you miss my dancing?” She teased.  

“I’ll get a pole put up in at your apartment,” he teased with a wink, standing again to finish getting ready to leave.

That time, Y/n stood too, moving to lean against the bar counter again, “Are you good to drive?” 

“Yeah,” he offered dismissively. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said, adjusting his cuff buttons, as if it would do something for the wrinkles in his shirt. "Laurie and Jacob are going to her sister's, so you're my weekend.

"I'm off tomorrow," she protested with a sleepy grin, "Besides, I don't think I'll be able to get out of bed." Dancing, hard liquor and being manhandled by Mr. Barber was usually a potent combination that required recovery. 

Approaching her, Andy caught her lips in a lung draining kiss, "You won't have to," he quipped after pulling away and starting to walk towards the door and leaving Y/n in the Champagne room to somehow put herself back together.

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Kindly Unspoken, Part 9

Summary:  Christmas with the Barber’s

Pairings:  Andy Barber X Reader

Rating:  🥺🥺

Warnings:  none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.1K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

“What time did you tell her?” Amaris asks, leaning over the back of the couch to look at the front window. “Did you give her the right address?”

“She’s been here plenty of times,” Andy yells from the kitchen bringing the rest of the snacks into the living room. “Feet off the couch.”

“What do you mean she’s been here plenty of times? Like times without me?”

“Yes, she came here to inspect the house,” he sits down on the couch, and the little girl crawls over into his lap, looking at the coffee table filled with all the snacks.

“Does she celebrate Christmas?” Andy nods at her, starting to giggle. “How did you ask her?”

“I asked if she would like to come over later because you made cookies her.”

“It was your idea,” she hums. Wanting to lean over to grab a sugar cookie. She turns and looks at her dad, and he gives her a nod.

“Get one for me, too, please.”

She waits until Andy takes a bite before smiling at him, “Do you like Angel?”

“Of course I do. She brought you to me. Nobody needs to be alone for Christmas.”

“Yeah, but, do you like like her. Like…like her? Like…how Hayden likes Doll.”

“Did you have a good first Christmas in Boston?”

Amaris blows a raspberry out of her mouth, but doesn’t press her dad further.  She knows It only makes him shut down a bit more.  Her fingers tap on his arms, looking back behind her out the window again, “Daddy, you look handsome in your sweater.”

“And you look beautiful in your Christmas outfit.”

She fiddles around with the dress, giving him a smile, “Doll picked it out with me.  I bet it’s going to be so nice for Cozy to have a mom in her life.  And Sailor has a mama, too.  You know, moms just know what their daughters need.”

“Is this about Jessie?”

“No,” she answers quickly, shaking her head.  “How do you miss someone you never met.”

“You met her, sweetheart.”

“I don’t remember her, though.  I know she was great, and I’m sad that I don’t have a mom, but I don’t miss my real mom.  I’m just saying that Doll and Tulip are my aunts, and wouldn’t it be nice for me to have another mom?  One that I actually know?”

“Ah,” Andy sighs, leaning back on the couch.  “You want me to get married.  Am I not enough?”

“You’re fine, daddy, honestly.  I’m just saying that I can’t keep Doll here.  And I know that you provide for me, and you’re getting better at picking things out, but Doll does the shopping.  And Angel has really good style.  I’m just saying,” before she can add more, she sees your lights beam through the window and she jumps up.

Andy breathes a sigh of relief with the round of questions.  Talking about giving Amaris a mom was not an easy topic for him.  He hadn’t really dated since Jessie.  Not anything serious.  A few one night stands, but never someone he would consider a long life with.  “Amaris, just wait by the door.  It’s cold out, and you don’t need to stand there with the door open,” she drops her hand from the handle, and stands there twitching.

Waiting patiently, until she hears your little knock, and she slings the door open, circling her hands around your legs.  Pulling her off you, you give her a big tight hug, “Did you have a good Christmas?” Squeezing through the door, you shut it, keeping the cold and the snow out.  

“I did.  Come see my room,” she wiggles out of your arms, and starts racing up the stairs.  Turning around to look at you, “Well come on.”

“You better go on,” Andy says, coming up behind you to join the both of you.  “There’s been some changes to her room.”

“You guys work fast,” you whisper, going up the stairs.  “Wow.  It looks amazing in here.  How long did this take?”

“Well, Nini helped.  Hayden and Curtis painted.  Steve built me some more to my village.  Look,” her Calico Critters seemed to be her favorite.  Steve had provided her with hills on her table, making it appear just like a village.  “And this,” she points over to a corner full of stuffed animals, “This is mine and Sailor’s favorite.  The mountain of Squishmallows.  She lets me read her stories there.  And…oh!  Angel, we got you a present.”

Walking over to her very own little pink tree, she pulls out a small package, and you were almost taken aback.  “It’s not a lot.  It was dad’s idea.  I helped with the final product though.  I hope you like it.”

You thank them both, and start to open the package, gasping at the pastel highlighters in them, “You didn’t seem to have the right highlighters in your collection.  Amaris calls them Mild Lingers.  She has some herself.”

“Do you have them?” You shake your head no, surprised that Andy had noticed enough about your desk to know you didn’t have these highlighters.  “See,” she walks over to her desk, and opens up a notepad, using one of them, “There’s gray ones.  Now, we just gotta keep Coco from stealing them from you.”

“Yeah, he tends to do that to me.”

“The other day I found one of my baby bunny critters in his pocket,” she giggles at you.  “I tried to get him to set up the village with me, but he was stuffing the babies in his pockets.  I gotta be careful because Sailor likes to eat them.”

“So you like being close to your family?”

“Yes!  And Doll is having a little girl that they’re calling Cozy.  Well, Cozette, and Cozy for short.  Um,” she lets out a deep breath, and looks up at her dad, “Daddy said you were alone today.”

“Well, not completely.  I was looking for someone.”

“I don’t like people being alone.  Daddy and I made cookies.”

“They’re just those Pillsbury ones,” Andy adds.  It was still the most adorable thing.  Andy really enjoyed being a father, and was adapting to the life well.

“And, he said he likes watching Elf on Christmas.  And me, and Nini, and Doll, and Tulip, and even Hayden, because he can’t leave Doll’s belly alone.  But we made this yummy popcorn that has Christmas candy and sprinkles in it.  Daddy and I were trying to make the perfect hot chocolate recipe, and it’s okay, but I think we can do better.  But what I mean is, do you think you could stay?  Eat popcorn, and some okay hot chocolate, eat the cookies, and watch Elf?  Please?  Pretty pretty please?”

You look between the two, and while you didn’t want to impose on them, she did say please.  They didn’t look like they were going to be doing anything else.  And it warmed your heart that they, or at least she, wanted you to stay for Christmas.  “I’d love to, Amaris Mae.”

“Okay, you two go downstairs.  I’m going to get my pajamas on since you saw my outfit.  You want to pick out a Squishmallow to lay on?  I want the axolotl though.  Might I suggest the dragon.  She’s pretty comfortable.  Daddy likes the shark,” she goes ahead and picks up the shark and hands it to her dad, while you grab the dragon, and head downstairs with Andy.  

“Have you eaten?  Tara sent us home with a ton of food if you’re not into snacks,” you don’t know how you missed the living room with all the snacks on the table, but the two of them had created a pretty magnificent spread.  “The hot chocolate is in the kitchen, but I can heat you up a plate of real food if you’d like.”

“It’s fine, I had some frozen lasagna.”

“Oh, well…uh, next time don’t hesitate to ask.  Tara and Howard wouldn’t mind.  Doll’s ex boyfriend was even there.”

“That’s strange.”

“He’s her brother’s friend.  Here,” he gives you a fluffy blanket, and goes to the kitchen to start the hot beverage.  Moving around quickly.  “I don’t want to impose.  I’m just so thankful for all you did.  I have my daughter, and…there've been a few bad days.  Not many.  We’ve visited her foster parents, and that seems to help.  But she’s home and with me and her family where she belongs.  And I just…you should have a family.”

“I…Andy I didn’t have the best experiences in the foster system.  I was carted around to so many different houses, and I…I don’t want to talk about that time.  But it made me who I am.  Made me want to fight for these kids who are forgotten by the system.  Made me want to give these kids a better life than I was given.  And yeah, sometimes it’s made me a bit of a loner, but I don’t feel alone.”

“But you deserve the family that you’re giving these kids,” you look away from him.  He could be so intense.  You weren’t offended by what he was saying, just shaken up that someone would care so much about you.  Care about where you were.  Care to know that you were fed, and had good experiences, and made Christmas memories.  “Have you ever seen Elf?”

“I haven’t.”

“It’s my favorite.  Watch it every year,” he pours three mugs of hot chocolate, sliding one over to you.  “Tell me what you think?”

“Mmm,” you say, taking a sip.  “You know what I think it needs?” Amaris skips into the kitchen, already discarded her own Squishmallow on the couch, and she stares excitedly at you.  “I think it needs some vanilla, a dash of cinnamon, and some whipped cream,” Andy looks over to Amaris, licking his lips playfully, and goes through the kitchen grabbing what you need.

“You’re lucky,” the little girl giggles.  “Nini stocked our kitchen.”

“Ooh!  A dusting of cocoa powder.”

“That’s what I told you, daddy!” You fix up everyone’s mugs, but Amaris jumps up, and runs into the pantry, bringing out a container of chocolate chips that she puts on the pile of whipped cream.  “This looks professional!” She squeals.  She takes a long sip, and smiles at the two of you.  “You know, all three of us helped make this the perfect mug of hot chocolate.  Try it.  You’ll see.”

You had to agree, it really was the perfect mug of hot chocolate.

Andy looks out the window when the movie is over.  Smiling over at his sleeping daughter before looking at you, “I don’t feel comfortable with you leaving.”

“What?” He points outside, and you see why.  Apparently it had started snowing while you were watching, and it was still coming down, covering the road, and your car.

“I don’t think your little Civic should drive through this.  There’s an extra room upstairs.  You could wear some of my clothes to sleep in.  I just don’t feel comfortable with you driving in this.”

“No, yeah.  Yeah, you’re right.  I just…I don’t want to push myself into yours and Amaris’ space.”

“Are you kidding me?” He gives a soft chuckle, softly tapping on her leg.  “She adores you.  She loves the women in her life.  I think she hates that…I’m sorry.  I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.  Curtis has a big truck…”

“No.  No.  Staying here is fine.  I’ll make…do you have bacon and stuff for French toast?” He gives you a nod of his head, his mouth turning up into the biggest smile.  Unbeknownst to you, Andy was struggling not to get too excited.  “I’ll make us some French toast in the morning.  I’ll figure anything else out after that.  Maybe some fresh fruit, and eggs.”

Andy felt too comfortable having you here.  He wasn’t fighting your company like he did with most women.  And he would be blind to not notice how good you looked in his home with his daughter in between the two of you.  “Right.  Let me get you something to wear, and I’m going to carry the sleeping beauty upstairs.  Thank you for tonight.”

“You did everything.”

“I mean, thank you for always being kind to my daughter.  You have a  good heart, Angel.  Come on, let’s find something for you to wear.  Gotta clean this mess up.  There’s always messes with a kid.”

“I can help.”

“No, you’re our guest.”

“I don’t mind.  Kids’ messes just mean they’re in a safe and happy home.  You’re doing good, Andy Barber,” yep.  He liked it too much.  He isn’t even mad that the snow was keeping you trapped here.  With a look outside, he hopes that it will continue to snow throughout the night.  He didn’t want to hold you prisoner, but it felt good to know that Amaris was going to wake up with you here.  Giving him and her the family he always desired, and he was getting the feeling the one you did, too.

“Merry Christmas, Angel.”

“Merry Christmas, Andy.”

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[navybrat817]

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.

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[avintagekiss24]

ik it’s been like two years but i think about one cup sugar one cup spice at LEAST once a day

Aw, thank you! That is also one of my faves cuz he’s kinda pervy lol

[cloudystevie]

do what you please to me, i won’t resist

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pairing: sugar daddy! andy barber x reader

word count: 3,236

summary: you always take what he gives you, diamonds and orgasms alike.

warnings: sugar daddy/sugar baby themes, dom/sub themes, daddy kink, degradation, vibrators, unprotected sex, choking, kinda restraints and if theres anymore please let me know, and andy is mean daddy in this

author’s note: this is for berry’s @donutloverxo 4k challenge🥺 congratulations baby! you deserve them all and more, thank you for being a constant positive bundle of joy on this app, i love you! 🥺💗 and don’t repost my work anywhere. minors do not interact 18 + only.

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Your fingers run delicately over the pastel-coloured tissue paper, crumpled up and positioned gingerly around the abundant bouquet of roses, velvet box and a minimal note.

“See you tonight.

Daddy”

Short and simple, much like him but largely unlike the lavish gifts he showered you in. You open the box with a suppressed giggle, eyes taking in the beautiful diamond-adorned necklace. Pulling out your phone, you swiped to his contact and snapped a quick picture of the necklace resting around your neck and he immediately reads it, the bubbles in the corner of your screen appearing subsequently.

Daddy: Looks beautiful. You’re going to wear it tonight, yes?

You: of course it does :). yes i will

Daddy: …

You: yes i will daddy.

Daddy: Good girl.

Shakily you sigh and collect yourself, making room for the fresh new flowers on your dining table as you prepare yourself for dinner with your sugar daddy.

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At the melodic chiming of your doorbell, you exhale, running a hand over the front of your satin dress and adjust the placement of your necklace carefully. Giving your reflection one last look over in the full-length mirror, and head over to open the door for the man you had been expecting since early morning.

“You look beautiful honey.” Andy compliments as you open the front door to reveal yourself, giggling as you accept his kiss, “thank you Daddy.” Humming happily against your lips his hand slips to the curve of your ass to pull you closer to him as he admires the diamonds adorning your neck. “And you’re wearing your gift, what do we say when Daddy buys us something pretty?” His breath fans over your face, a mix of his favourite coffee roast, a hint of his favourite cologne but overpowering every other scent was the smell of him. A deep forest smell, radiating dominance and control. It was your favourite smell.

“Thank you Daddy, I love it.”

“Good, let’s go then or we’ll be late for our reservations princess.” You nod and willingly accept the hand he holds out for you, his fingers intertwining perfectly with yours.

The car ride over is pleasantly quiet, Andy was never a very talkative man but you never minded. It was nice to gaze out the window of his Audi in comfortable silence with his hand resting on your thigh, fingers occasionally pressing into the slit of bare sparkling skin of your thigh. You look over to admire him, he looked as though he was hand-carved by the Greek Gods themselves. His beard framing his face, and you let your mind wander to what it felt like to have his beard between your thighs, working you raw and sensitive just how he liked. You bit your lip and as if he knew exactly where your mind was he barely smirked, squeezing your thigh, “behave princess.”

Biting back a giggle you lull your head back to the window, viewing the fleeting scenery but your mind still somewhere else, somewhere you knew you would be by the end of the night if you had caught Andy’s tone.

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His hand on the small of your back guides you through the expensive restaurant, as the waiter leads the pair of you to the private seating area Andy always paid for. He took the time you two had together very seriously, his priority was to spoil you and offer you the only highest luxuries that you were deserving of.

Like the true gentleman he was, he pulls your chair out for you, thanking the waiter with a nod before taking his seat.

As the staff bring out your wine and food, Andy keeps his intense eyes on you the whole time. The attention makes your skin heat up, crossing your legs over the other in an attempt to make it seem like you were caught up in fixing your dress when in reality you just weren’t able to make eye contact. Andy doesn’t say anything while the staff are in the private room, even if you know how much value he puts into eye contact. Mercifully, he spares you that. But once your dinner has been served and all that is left in the room is you, Andy, ridiculously expensive food and wine, and the low candle lights and chandelier illuminating your faces he speaks-

“Look at me.”

You do.

“Are you wearing panties?” He questions.

You shake your head no. On your third dinner date, Andy had made it very clear, you were not to be wearing panties around him. Just in case he wanted to fuck you or tease you with his fingers because a man like him should be able to do as he pleases, whenever he pleases.

“Good girl.”

The rest of the dinner goes by normally, conversation always flows easily between the two of you, mostly you speaking and Andy listening but you didn’t mind. And before you knew it, Andy was tossing a few hundred on the table and you two were going down in the empty elevator. His lips attach to your neck and it catches you off-guard, you gasp loudly as his heavy warm hands roam your waistline carelessly and he grumbles, “I am going to fuck you in nothing but this diamond necklace like a real whore I paid for.”

The statement makes you whimper and heat flood your stomach, wetness already pooling at your thighs as your head slumps back to give him more space to suck marks into your neck. A clear action of marking his territory, the second you two stepped out of the elevator nobody would have a doubt in their minds who you belonged to.

The ding of the machine indicated your arrival on the main floor where staff rush to bring Andy’s car and after tipping them generously and helping you settle in the car, he’s driving to his penthouse. The tension between the two of you was almost palpable, he knew exactly what you were thinking about the whole time and he could practically smell your arousal in the air.

Similarly, Andy’s jaw was clenched, knuckles going almost white against his steel grip on the steering wheel and the most obvious sign of his arousal, his cock bulging and straining against his dress pants.

Unable to help yourself, suppressing giggles you trail your manicured fingers over his thigh, inching closer to his bulge inconspicuously- or at least you were trying to be. You squeeze once and Andy hisses, one hand shooting off the steering wheel and cupping your wrist, harshly.

“Did I give you permission to touch me?” He glowers.

You gulp, “no daddy.”

He chooses not to respond, and as fate would have it the stop light goes red, signalling the car to a steady stop. It startles you when Andy cups your face, forcing you to look him in the eye, “for the rest of the car ride, you are going to behave. And that is not a suggestion sweetheart.”

You know the meaning behind his words- Behave or I’ll make you regret it.

So, for your betterment you do. Even if technically Andy was not behaving. The entire leftover 10 minute drive he had his hand on your thigh, squeezing and dragging the tips of his fingers too close to your aching center with a feather light touch that he knew drove you crazy.

And finally, finally he pulls into the driveway of his Boston penthouse. After that, it’s a flurry of motions. As soon as you make it past the front door Andy is on you like a man starved, lips pressed against yours in a heated passion, grinding up into you as you whimper into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders as he carries you to his bedroom.

“I’ve been waiting to fuck this little cunt all week.” He growls, throwing you onto the bed and you bite your lip and press your thighs together in anticipation as he slowly strolls to where you were squirming and whining like a bitch in heat.

His hand shoots to grab your jaw, thick fingers curling around your soft skin and slipping his thumb into your mouth while his other hand travels down your body, cupping your tits through the slippery satin material and rolling your pebbling nipples between two of his fingers. “Please daddy! Please I need it so bad!” Arching your back off the sheets when his hand curls around your waist, sending butterflies erupting in the pit of your stomach.

“I know you do, little whore is always ready for me.” He mocks you, making heat flood your cheeks. “If I slipped my fingers in this pussy, I know you’d be dripping wouldn’t you slut?”

You whimper when his thumb pulls against the wall of your mouth, nimble fingers wrapping around his wrist as he plays your body like his favourite instrument. At the lack of response from you he chuckles cynically, “let’s find out.”

With that, he tears your dress off of you, ripping it in two practically symmetrical shreds, and you gasp out of shock. “Daddy! I liked that dress,” you huff, but it comes out garbled because of his thumb in your mouth.

His eyes snap up to your eyes, once as deep blue as the cerulean designer purse he had gifted you in the very beginning but now dark, and you regret your whiny tone immediately.

“You know I buy good girls what they want, not whiny little brats.” And he trails his fingers down to your swollen clit, circling the aching nub with the tip of his finger and surprising you when he delivers a harsh smack, the loud squelch from your cunt and the squeal from your lips echoing in the open room.

“That’s for being a big-mouthed brat.”

Another smack.

“That’s for teasing me in the car.”

Another smack.

“That’s for being as wet as a slut.”

Another smack.

“And that one is because this is my pussy and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to it.”

Andy had already reduced you to a quivering, squirming mess and he hadn’t even really touched you yet. He laughs again at that, and at how you attempt to reach out for him as he gets up. “I’ll be back princess, I bought something new for us to try tonight.” You can only imagine what toy Andy had bought, he was always intent on pushing your limits as far as he could. Your skin is covered in a sheen layer of sweat as you wait for him to emerge from the closet with a new addition to your already enormous collection of toys.

Andy walks out with a long velvet box and he approaches you quietly, now bare on his upper half so you take the time to admire his toned body, littered with tattoos you would never suspect someone like him to have, but fuck, did you love them. Andy was an older man, almost in his 40’s, yet he had maintained his body so well your thighs were pressing together and you knew you could probably cum just from the sight of him.

He takes your smaller hand in his, gesturing for you to open the boxe and you bite your lip and comply, gasping at the sight of the Hitachi wand, you knew these things were powerful and you also had no doubts Andy planned on using it to its full potential if his smirk was anything to go by.

“Do you want to try it? I thought it could be fun.” He spoke.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, “yes please daddy.”

He smiles, “good girl, we’re going to have lots of fun tonight.”

You nod excitedly, waiting patiently for his next instructions.

“Now, you’re going to sit on my lap and I’m gonna use the wand on your pussy, and if it gets to be too much, you use our safeword, do you remember what it is?”

“Red.” You breathe shakily, body alight with nerves but mostly excitement for what Andy had in store for you two tonight.

“Good girl.”

And he sits down against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap and hooking his ankles around your own. His beard tickles and nuzzles the skin of your shoulder as he bites and kisses there, marking you up. You’re fully under Andy’s mercy with this position and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He clicks the vibrator to life, keeping it at a low setting as his empty hand roams your front, pulling and massaging at your tit when he puts the vibrator against your clit. You jolt up against him, feeling his bulge rub against your ass and squealing at the already intense stimulation. You whine his title loudly and he hums against your skin, pressing it against your clit firmly and you’re unable to escape the pleasure he’s giving you.

“Daddy! Too much!” You whine, head dropping back and on his shoulder, yet your hips buck towards the wand.

“Hush now, no whining.” He tuts with a dismissive shake as his thumb skims over the controls and he picks it up two notches, making you dig your fingers into the sheets as you arch your back off of him, squealing into the room.

“Yeah that feels good doesn’t it baby? What if we did this?” He ponders out loud, using his fingers to pull back the hood of your clit, exposing it to the wand directly as you clamp down almost painfully around nothing, letting out a whorish scream you would otherwise be embarrassed about but currently could not find it in yourself to care. You feel yourself on the brink of an orgasm, stomach contracting with the force of it. Your nails dig into his forearm, eyes clenching shut as the vibrations shiver through your body. “I- I’m gonna cum daddy please can I!” You sob loudly, barely able to hold yourself back and you don’t think you’d be able to if Andy said no.

To your mercy, he grunted his approval. “Go ahead, already such a mess. Cum, slut.”

Your ears pound loudly as your body clenches with your orgasm, hands scrambling around for purchase when he holds your wrists together at your stomach, forcing you through the high waves of your pleasure as your core drips down onto his pants. Your legs quiver as he keeps the pressure incessant, you cry out protests as he overstimulates you, but he shushes you by wrapping a hand around your mouth, his deep voice reverberating in your ear, “you’re gonna cum as many times as I want you to. You know why baby?”

Clenching your eyes shut as you cry out, “because I’m your little whore!”

Pleased with your submission and answer, he allows you a moment to breathe by taking the vibrator away from your overstimulated pussy. You breathe out in relief, slumping against his hard body as you collect your breath after going through one seemingly endless orgasm.

“That’s right, and now you’re gonna let me fuck this tight little cunt aren’t you?”

And then you become highly aware of his bulge digging into the plush skin of your ass. You whimper loudly, grinding yourself messily over his covered cock and lulling your head onto his shoulder, looking at him with doe eyes, “please daddy please fuck me.” Not even having to mask your voice into something sultry just how you know affects Andy: whiny and breathy and fanning on his face. And you know it works, the first time he allows himself to appear vulnerable persay, when he closes his eyes and grunts, bucking his hips up unconsciously.

Unable to control himself any longer, he flips you over, unbuttoning his slacks quickly as he mumbles unintelligibly to himself and your mind is too foggy to attempt to decipher anyway. Your legs are still twitching, makeup you had delicately applied (that he had funded) earlier that evening now messed up and he hadn’t even gotten his cock into you yet.

You gasp loudly when he slots himself above you, fisting his hard and aching cock and running it up and down your folds, both of you groaning at the contact. “D-daddy please I can’t take it anymore!” You whined loudly, body buzzing with the overwhelming need for him to fuck you.

“Then you better take this dick princess, I’m not gonna be gentle.” He grunts, barely letting you register his words before sheathing himself completely inside of you in one fluid thrust. The feel of your walls wrapping around Andy is enough to make him buck his hips even further as you dig your nails into his back, whining mindlessly for him.

He begins fucking into you with no remorse, hips slapping against hips and the squelching of your cunt echoing in the room. Andy grunts loudly, he may be a quiet man outside of the bedroom, but in the sheets when he finally had you wrapped around him and you felt so amazing? He was gonna let you know.

You squeal loudly when he abruptly flips you over, pulling out of you for a moment as he shoves your face into the pillows, head to this side and ass in the air just how he liked before shoving himself back inside of you. Plowing you into the mattress even harder now, as he slaps your already tender ass. Your cunt squeezes him even tighter in this position and it makes you sob out, fisting the sheets in your hands as the pleasure consumes you.

“Yeah that’s it, cry for my fucking dick. Good girl, such a good fucking girl.” He continues to grunt and praise you.

He can tell you’re nearing your orgasm again, your moans becoming more high pitched and erratic, walls pulsing wildly around him making him hiss and he knows you need just one final push to fall over the edge. And you don’t expect it when he clicks on the Hitachi wand, suddenly positioning it onto your clit as he continues to slam into you, obliterating your pussy. You let out a scream, walls contracting as you squirt all over him and his abdomen. Pleasure flooding your veins in searing bursts, making you cry out.

“That’s it, such a good girl, I know it feels so good doesn’t it? Daddy’s gonna fill this tight pussy up.” He warns and before you know it, while still riding your own waves of pleasure you feel his cum spurt into you, coating your walls in thick strokes as he drapes himself over your back, keeping the vibrator directly on your clit as he buries himself to the hilt, groaning your name into your ear in pure blissed out pleasure. He presses his lips to the back of your neck, sucking in bruises, and lazily fucking his cock into you.

Your legs threaten to give out underneath him, due to all the pleasure from the wand still incessantly buzzing on your sensitive bundle of nerves. He wraps an arm around your torso, holding you up and rolling you on top of him, his cock still plugging his cum deep inside of you and you whine at the movements, revelling in soft affections.

Pressing a kiss to your forehead he whispers, “rest up now princess, Daddy’s not nowhere near done with this pussy yet.”

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Sweet Arrangement | Part 2

PAIRING | Andy Barber x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.1K

SUMMARY | You're considering Andy's offer daily, but before you can officially say yes or no, you'll need to talk with him about what it will entail. After a lengthy discussion about both your wants and needs, you have come to a decision, and you're looking forward to Andy's reaction.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Age gap (Reader is in her mid-20s, Andy is in his mid to late 40s), angst, discussion of a sugar daddy/-baby relationship, swearing.

A/N | Thank you all for the love of the last part of this, and I've officially decided to turn it into a short series (again 3-5 parts at most), so I can't wait to hear what you all think of the rest of this series going forward. 🖤

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It's been three days since your dinner with Andy, where he brought up the idea of being your sugar daddy. You have been thinking about it constantly, and as exciting as it may sound, you still want to take your time and think about it before making a decision.

Because of this, you're picking up your phone and letting out a sigh as you look at the state of it. It's one of many reasons it is a good idea, but you should take your time.

You look up Andy's number, and your heartbeat quickens when it rings several times. You pull your pillow on your lap to hold onto, and he picks up the phone after the third ring.

''Andy Barber,'' he says, his deep voice making your heart skip a beat.

''Andy, hi, it's Y/N. Is this a good time?'' you ask, and you can hear his demeanor on the other side change immediately.

''Sugar, it's good to hear from you again. Is there anything I can help you with?'' he asks, and now that you're a little more relaxed, you let yourself sink into the couch a little more.

''I've considered your offer and am interested in discussing the arrangement further. I don't want to make any rushed decisions, and I would like to know what I'm getting myself into,'' you say, and he hums in response.

''That's fair. Do you have any time off this week?'' Andy asks.

''I'm free on Friday,'' you say, and you can hear him looking through his calendar to see if he has appointments that day.

''Friday works for me. Shall I take you out to lunch at the diner where you work? That seems like the most neutral space since we're both used to going there, and you will have the support of your coworkers as well,'' he explains, and you agree.

''Alright, Sugar, all you have to do for me now is research things you would or would not like to include in the arrangement so that we can go over them on Friday,'' Andy tells you.

''I will; thank you so much, Andy. I'm looking forward to seeing you again,'' you say. After your goodbyes, you immediately start your research and write down some points you do or do not like and a few questions you have for him.

Once that's done, you look it over again, and when you're satisfied, you go and make yourself a sandwich. Doing all this research has made you quite hungry.

You have to work the next day; tomorrow, you'll have lunch with Andy to discuss the terms and conditions of the arrangement he proposed. You keep looking at the clock the entire day, wondering why the clock slowly ticks away.

Ava seemingly picked up on your behavior, and during one of your breaks, she decided to ask what was happening.

''So, you and the lawyer...'' she begins, and immediately, your cheeks sport a dusty pink color.

''Is it that obvious that something might be going on?'' you say, and she laughs.

''Girl, you're constantly looking at the clock to see if it's time to go. Do you have a date with him or something?'' your cheeks turn red with those words.

''Well, I- uh, I'm not sure it would be called a date, exactly,'' you start, and Ava's eyebrows shoot up into her hairline.

''Tell. Me. Everything!'' she demands, and you do.

''So, he gave me his business card last week, and it said 'call me' on the back, so I did just that. We went out for dinner last Sunday, and he offered me a sugar relationship,'' you tell her, and her jaw practically drops to the floor.

''Are you kidding?! Please tell me you said yes?!'' she almost shrieks, but you shake your head.

''I will talk about it with him over lunch tomorrow at the diner. I was thinking of just getting one of the private booths so we could discuss it,'' you tell her, and she nods.

''You better believe it's going to be one in my section because I'm going to keep an eye on that man to make sure he's not doing anything weird,'' she says, and you laugh at her reaction.

''Alright, grandma, you can keep an eye on me and the man I'm with,'' you joke, earning you a glare from the woman as she lights her cigarette.

''As long as you know I will miss you once you leave here. And don't forget about me, please! I could use some of that sugar daddy money too,'' she jokes, and you shake your head with a chuckle.

''Don't worry, I won't forget about you,'' you say, and by that point, your break is over, so you get back to work. Now that you have told someone about what might happen, you feel much lighter, and the rest of the day seems to fly by.

After work, you swing by the grocery store to pick up an easy dinner for yourself, and when you're walking back to your apartment, you can feel the dread sinking into your shoes with every step.

Once you arrive at your apartment, you can't stop the tears from forming as you twist the key in your lock. With every step you make right now, you're reminded of the shitty situation you live in and how much you could use Andy's help.

You warm up dinner and watch some TV but decide to call it an early night as the reality of the situation still weighs heavy on your chest. At that moment, you choose to do something you haven't done in a few years. You call your mom.

''Baby?'' she says after she picks up, and you immediately burst into tears when you hear her voice. Everything that's been building up inside you is finally coming out, and you can't stop yourself.

After a few minutes of crying and sobbing, you calmed down enough to finally talk to her. She kept telling you sweet things to calm you down, and you immediately felt better.

''I'm so sorry, Mom. I am so sorry I haven't called all these years and never visited. I'm miserable here, and I don't know how to get out of this stupid situation,'' you say through your sniffles, but she listens intently on the other side of the line.

The two of you talk until you're almost falling asleep, and after promising to talk to each other more from here on out, you fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

It's Friday morning, and you're having lunch with Andy to discuss your arrangement today. You woke up at dawn because your nerves were getting the best of you.

The morning is spent preparing a light breakfast. After all, you cannot eat much because your stomach is filled with nerves. After the dishes are done, you clean your apartment until it's time to prepare for lunch.

Your lunch with Andy is at 1 P.M., so by the time 11 A.M. rolls around, you must start getting ready; otherwise, you'll be late since you still have to take the bus to the diner.

You go for a simple outfit, which you hope is nice enough for today's lunch since all your other clothes are still in the laundry, your washing machine has been broken for a while, and you don't have the money to fix it yet.

Your hair is put in two loose French braids, and you decide to wear light makeup, combined with your glasses, to save yourself the hassle of putting in your contacts today.

When you're done, you grab your purse and run to the bus stop right on time for the bus to arrive, and you get on, ready for the 20-minute journey to the diner.

The entire way there, you keep bouncing your foot up and down to calm your nerves, which isn't working. All you get are dirty looks from other passengers, and your foot starts bouncing even faster.

When you're at your stop, you quickly leave after saying goodbye to the bus driver and walk the last bit to the diner. You've arrived early, so you decided to head in already, waiting for Andy inside. You text him quickly that you arrived safely and went inside to wait there.

''Hey, girl!'' Ava says as she notices you, and you walk over to her with a big smile. It always makes you happy to see her, and today is no different.

''So, please tell me there's a booth available for me and Andy?'' you ask, hopeful, and she smirks.

''Come with me,'' is all she says as she guides you to the last booth in the restaurant, which happens to be in her section. She decorated it with a few candles and folded the napkins in a fun shape to finish it all off.

''Oh god, you're unbelievable,'' you say as you sigh, unable to stop yourself from smiling at the sight before you. You sit with your back facing the wall to look through the restaurant, which makes you feel at ease.

About 15 minutes later, Andy walks into the diner, and he looks stunning in his suit, which appears to be tailored for the gods. When he spots you, he walks over, and you get up to greet him.

''Hi, Sugar. You look gorgeous today, especially with your glasses on,'' he says, and you blush at his compliment before pulling him in for a hug.

The two of you sit across from one another, and you glance at Ava, who winks back before your attention is turned back to Andy, who has gotten something out of his bag.

''I want to start this lunch with a present, but I don't want you to think I'm giving it to you to get you to say yes. I want to give it to you because I want to help you, and this would be the least I can do for agreeing to meet me,'' he says, and your eyes move to the dark blue present in his hands.

''I- I don't know what to say,'' you stumble over your words as you take it from him, hesitant to open it at first.

''Thank you would be enough,'' he says with a soft smile, and after you've thanked him for it, you make your way to open it swiftly.

The paper slides off, and your eyes go so wide it's a miracle they don't pop out of your head as you reveal the latest iPhone. Your first instinct is to say no and give it back, but you push that feeling away.

''What- why-'' you mumble while you take a moment to process what just happened. You look over at Ava, and when you see her looking back with a reassuring smile, it suddenly seems like your brain snaps back to work.

When Ava comes to get your order (an omelet with ham and cheese for Andy and a BLT sandwich for you, together with a milkshake to share), you stop your conversation temporarily. Still, other than that, it flows naturally.

When she brings over the food, she wishes you good luck, and that's when Andy shifts the conversation to why the two of you are here.

''So, I asked you to do some research on sugar relationships, and I assume you've written down some points to discuss,'' he starts, and you nod, getting your notebook out of your bag and flipping to the right page.

''Wow, you've done quite a lot of research, I see!'' Andy notes as he sees the amount of things you've written down, and you sport a slight pink tint on your cheeks at the comment.

''Alright, so the first thing I want to discuss is how often you want to meet and what those meetings would entail,'' you ask as you read over your notes.

''Well, I thought we would have dinner together at least three times a week, one day I will take you out for dinner, and the other two times will be either at my house or your apartment,'' he says, and you sigh at the thought of Andy seeing your crappy apartment.

''I don't- Could we only have dinner at your house?'' you ask softly, and Andy raises his eyebrows in concern before reaching out for your hand, but you can't get yourself to look at him right now.

''Sugar?'' he asks, and you finally look up at him, tears appearing in the corners of your eyes at the thought of how embarrassed you would be.

''What's wrong? You can talk to me,'' he tries, and it only makes it worse, so you remove yourself from the situation to calm down. As soon as you get up, Ava is by your side and leads you to the back of the diner and into the lot behind so you can calm down a little bit.

''What's going on, sweet cheeks?'' she asks, and you put your glasses on the top of your head so you can wipe away your tears.

''I don't think I can do this,'' you sniffle softly, while your embarrassment only grows at the thought of Andy seeing your apartment that falls apart around the edges. It doesn't cost much, and even though it's all you can afford on your dinner salary, it still hurts that you must live there.

The fact that Andy has figured out that you need financial help is even worse, and you can't help but let the tears flow freely at the thought of being so broke that a random guy at the diner offers you said help.

''Why not?'' Ava asks as she crouches in front of you, and she takes your hands in hers to ground you a little while you tell her.

''The only reason he's offered me this is because he can tell I'm broke as fuck,'' you sob, as your anxiety is getting the best of you. It has wiggled its way into your brain and won't get out, making you feel even worse than you already did.

''Listen to me, please. He did not offer you that out of pity; he doesn't seem like that type of person to me. I thoroughly believe he offered you this so he can take care of you in the best way possible. He wants the absolute best for you, and I highly believe this is the best way he can do that,'' she tells you, and it makes you smile a little bit, the corners of your mouth curling up.

''But if you're not sure you want it, you shouldn't do it. It would be best if you did not do this for Andy's sake or for the wrong reasons because I would hate seeing you get hurt. Please promise me one thing, okay?'' she says, and you look up at her.

''Please promise me that whatever you choose, you will always take care of yourself first. No matter what happens, no matter what anyone asks of you, you will always make sure you are taking care of yourself. Can you promise me that?'' she asks, and you nod.

''I promise, Ava. I will always take care of myself first,'' you repeat after her, and you wrap your arms around her, pulling her in for a big hug. You've never felt as lucky to have her as your friend.

''Thank you. I love you so much; sometimes I wonder what I have done to deserve you as my friend,'' you say, and the both of you laugh until tears of happiness stream down your cheeks.

''Alright, you should go back in and finish your conversation,'' she says, and you do. You feel a lot better after talking to Ava and let out your anxiety a little bit, so you're going back in with your head held high.

''Hi, Sugar. How're you feeling?'' Andy says as he gets up from the booth, the worry visible in your eyes after you ran away earlier.

''I'm feeling a lot better now; I'm so sorry for running out on you like that,'' you say, staring at your plate once you've sat down again. You have barely eaten any of your food, but suddenly, you feel hungrier and dig into your sandwich.

The rest of your lunch was spent talking through the arrangement, and in the end, you have compiled a list of terms you are both okay with, and Andy will draw up the contract in the following days.

It is Tuesday, and you contacted Andy over the weekend to ensure you're still okay with everything you agreed on. He also invited you to a gala he is supposed to attend soon, but you still need to sign the contract, so that is still in the air for now.

You're busy folding your laundry since your neighbor lent you a little money to go to the laundromat and wash your clothing, so now that that's done, you have to fold it all.

In the middle of you folding a shirt, your phone rings, and you get a smile when you see it's Andy.

''Hi, Andy! How are you?'' You pick up and feel as cheerful as you sound right now.

''Sugar, it's good to hear you are so happy! I'm doing even better now that I'm hearing your voice,'' he says, and your cheeks turn red.

''As much as I would love to listen to you all day, I want to let you know I have the contract ready for you to read over and sign, and all the points we discussed Friday are considered. I can send it to you via e-mail, and you can sign it online. How does that sound?'' he offers, and you agree.

''I can't wait, and I'll try to give you a definitive answer before the end of the week,'' you say, your mind already wandering to the gala you've been invited to by Andy.

''Sounds good to me,'' he says, and after your goodbyes, you hang up before doing a little happy dance in your apartment. The knowledge that you will be leaving this shitty apartment and your broke life behind is a constant in your mind, and as soon as Andy sends it over, you send it back, signed and well.

Now it's time to get ready for your new life with Andy by your side. Sure, he may pay you to be alongside him, but no one needs to know. You're just glad you'll finally see what life is like if you have money instead of living without it for once.

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

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