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babyjakes · 1 year
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craving comfort. [blurb.]
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event | feb '23 blurb night
summary | andy's so proud of you when you finally seek him out for comfort.
pairing | daddy!andy barber x little!reader
warnings | sfw regression (daddy!andy and little!reader), reader is having an implied bad mental health day (anxious, stressed, overwhelmed), reader has been pushing andy away, fluffy comfort and sweet soft daddy!andy
word count | 466
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requested by @bunnywinters | Could I submit a request for daddy!Andy where little!reader is having a bad mental day and she is not allowing Andy to take care of her and he has to give her a stern but gentle reminder of letting people care for her. She keeps pushing until she has a nightmare due to stress and comes to his office that night and says “I need you Daddy” (non-sexual) and let the comfort ensue 💕
an | aww thanks for this request friend, this is such a perfect way to start out our little hurt/comfort event <3 i kind of consolidated things for the sake of making it blurb-length, hope that's okay with you and hope you enjoy!!
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"Daddy wants to help, bubba. But I can't if you don't let me." Andy's words are fresh in your mind as you stand meekly just outside his office door; in fact, they've been echoing in your head all day. You know your daddy's always here for you. Unfortunately, it usually takes you a while to come around to his help.
Looking down at your socks, you grumble softly. You had almost made it through the whole day; you were hoping to just sleep everything off and feel better in the morning. But then a nightmare hit, and things grew to be too unbearable. You needed your Daddy- you need him. "Need him," you mumble as a way to will yourself forward, taking the brave step of reaching up to knock softly against the door in front of you.
"Come in," Andy's kind voice calls from inside. Easing the door open, you peek around it, eyes settling in on the man as he sits at his desk. When his gaze finds you, his expression immediately softens. "Hey honey," he breathes, "what's up? You need something?"
Daring to take a step inside the office, you can't help but let your eyes fall to the floor as you fumble a bit for your words. Sensing your hesitancy, Andy rises from his seat, a knowing look already forming on his face. "Hey," he hums softly as he makes his way over to you, bending down in front of you as he attempts to catch your gaze once more. "You okay, pretty girl? What's on your mind, hmm?"
Against every effort you're putting into stopping it, you can't help but let your feelings of longing consume you; as you blink back tears, Andy reaches out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "Just... need you, Daddy."
Understanding your words the moment they leave your mouth, the broad man doesn't hesitate to pull you into his arms, rising back up to his feet as he cradles you close to his chest. Swaying you back and forth, he plants a kiss on the top of your head as you allow yourself finally to surrender and cling to him. "I'm right here, bubba. I got you- I'm so proud of you, little one. Know it's so hard to ask for help, but look at you- you're being so brave."
Tucking your head into the crook of his neck, you simply melt into Andy's embrace, finally letting out what feels like a huff of air that you've been holding in all day. "You're okay, sweetie. Daddy's here now, right here with you. Let's go sit on the sofa, hmm? Curl up with a blanket- we can grab you a juice box, too. Daddy wants to hear all about what's troublin' you, bub."
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dcllbows · 5 months
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𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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🕯️- smut,🍦- ddlg, 🦢 - fluff, 🕊️ - angst, 🛁 - hurt/comfort, 🎞️ - dark
*parentheses around an emoji indicate it is implied
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cherry on top | 🕯️🍦
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bunnyscraft · 1 year
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Andy Barber Masterlist 🎀
All fics here are 18+ only !
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Drabble: Guilty | Andy x Younger!Reader (req)
Read here ⬅️
Summary: Andys a lawyer. He knows what he needs to do to have the upper hand—so cheating back at Laurie wouldn’t do him any good if they ever decided to get divorced. (something that seems like a very real possibility at this point) But then you show up and Andy cant even pretend to feel guilty about his need for you.
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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year
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Rumplestiltskin, Part 9
Summary:  Life with a baby
Pairings:  Andy X Reader, Lance X Branwen
Rating:  mild
Warnings:  implied sex, a bit of a breeding kink, 18+ ONLY
Word Count:  1.7K
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Hearing those precious squeaks, and Andy’s soft voice, you roll over on the bed, looking at your family. Andy was always handsome, but seeing him hold so tenderly to his daughter, his voice cooing down at her, while her eyes start to drift close, made your heart swell. Your whole body tingled watching him and her. Creating such a bond already.
You were in a constant state of joy so big that you couldn’t help the tears. “Andy, I would like my father to meet his granddaughter.”
“Of course, and,” his face gets animated as he brings Branwen up to kiss her pouty lips, “Walter would like to meet you and bully your dad, and possibly sneeze on him. He’s really snorting at me, but your mom tried to tell me that he’s just sneezing. I’m guessing he’s very allergic to me, huh?”
His bright blue eyes look down at you, and you move to snuggle more into Andy. This felt so good. He hadn’t left your bed since the birth of Branwen. If you weren’t feeding her, he was holding her. Andy was obsessed with your family.
“I’ll send word out for your father to come and visit,” you clear your throat, shaking your head. “What?”
“You know he won’t come here, and he shouldn’t. Your father would have him eliminated. And,” your finger pets over Branwen’s soft skin. “You said my mother is in the well.”
“She’s in water. The well is just where she materialized. It could be anywhere.”
“Andy, do you have a problem with us traveling? Is that the problem?” Andy shrugs, his eyes staying on Branwen. His finger pets over her hair line, that tuft of pitch black hair on her head making you giggle. You chose her name wisely. “Andy, we can travel by carriage. We can go unseen.”
“She’s so little though,” he finally looks up at you. His lip juts out a bit, “And I can’t protect her on the road.”
“You can,” you assure him. “Walter will lead. He will help us as well.”
“If I have a caravan to your father’s house, what if we’re followed?”
You lay your head down on his shoulder. Looking at your sleeping daughter and how she was a perfect version of you. All except her amber eyes and silky black hair. She was beautiful. And she was yours and Andy’s. Seeing him with his daughter made you fall in love even more. He was so gentle with her.
Gone was this man that was so regal and ready to become king. Now he was a sap for that little bundle in his arms. “We just take one carriage. Me and Branwen will go out the side. He won’t see us. I need to see my father. He deserves to meet her.”
“You’re right. First light. Father always sleeps late. We’ll return when it’s dark.”
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You were not prepared to see these men in your life melt at the sight of this tiny little girl. Did not realize that seeing your father cry happy tears holding that little baby, made your need to cling to Andy that much more. “She looks like you did. And what a beautiful raven you are, Winnie.”
His hands smooth over her black hair, and those amber eyes look up at him. Following every move that he makes. “Your mother would be happy. But tell me daughter, she wasn’t born of magic?”
“She was born of love,” standing up, you go to get your daughter. It was time to nurse her, and her eyes light up at seeing you. “My deal with the faerie can not be paid.”
“What?”
“She’s quite smart,” Andy praises you as you walk into your old room. “She promised to pay her debt with hers and Ransom’s first child. Branwen is mine. He can’t touch her.”
“Andy, I hope you’re right. But faeries don’t like to be thwarted. You may have caused more problems than fixed.”
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Lance peers into your bedroom, gritting his teeth at the sight of you hugged up against Andy. It disgusts him. And here you’ve left your young daughter in the former straw room. Ransom now counting his gold, and you were a mere afterthought.
Hearing a little gurgle coming from Branwen, he walks over to her cradle, and she kicks her legs in excitement at seeing his face. He spreads his wings out wide, and she gives him a squeal.
“Shh, little one, you mustn’t wake your parents,” her giggles get softer as if listening to him. Cooing up at Lance, who was just as wrapped as anyone that meets her. “You want to see a trick?”
He waves his hand, making sparkles appear. She gasps looking at them. Reaching her hands out to grab the golden sparks until they fall on her face, and she sneezes. Her eyes are crossed trying to look at them. Lance chuckles at the little baby, and a single feather on his right wing starts to fade into white.
“You are a happy baby, aren’t you?”
Branwen giggles at him. Her chubby little hands trying to grab him, before he picks her up. She gives him her single toothed smile, and places her hand over his mouth. “You’ve been named well. Your hair looks as if it was made of raven feathers,” he brushes his hands through her silky baby hair. Pulling her back to look at him.
“You look like your mother. I guess that means you’ll be breaking hearts, too,” Branwen squeals again, before crashing her head on his shoulder. Her hands rub over his back, and her eyes softly close. “Because you’ve already broken my heart, sweet girl. I don’t want to take you away from her.”
Another feather starts fading from black to the vibrant white shade of Lance’s former glory, until he creates a haze, watching the two of you sleeping again. “She’s leaving me. So I must do what I have to do. You understand, right. Understand that a deal is a deal, and I must take you. It’ll hurt her being without you, but she won’t remember when she’s sleeping. I just want your father to hurt.”
Branwen sighs, nuzzling her face deeper onto his shoulder, “You’re making me feel…normal again, sweet Angel.”
He lifts the baby up, to lay back gently into her cradle, “I’ll be back tomorrow. Soon, you’ll learn to crawl and walk,” he spins around, launching himself into the starry sky. His first white feather being left behind as it drifts into Branwen’s bed. She gives a sleepy smile when it lands on her feet, letting her eyelids cover her amber eyes.
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Lance lands in your daughter’s room with a soft thud. Walking right past the baby to check on yours and Andy’s status, and he growls. Knowing he’s got a bit more time with the baby, and can be a bit louder. He hates coming here to see you in this position. Forgetting about your baby while Andy has his way with you.
He turns when hearing her soft little, ‘Ooh!’ on her mouth. She always got excited when seeing him. Lance goes over to her bigger bed, pausing when he sees that you had fashioned a mobile to hang over her, using his fallen feathers. Her sweet eyes look up at it, too, reaching towards them with a smile.
“She hasn’t forgotten me,” he reaches in to pick up the baby, but quickly sets her on the floor, walking far enough away from her, before he sits on the floor as well. He taps on the floor, “Come on, if you want me to hold you, get your tushie over her.”
Branwen swishes her legs around and slaps at the floor growling, “Nope, if you want me to hold you, you have to get me. Come on. You can do it,” he gets lower, making grabby hands towards her, and Branwen scoots on her butt. “That’s not what I meant.”
Branwen giggles again, scooting forward another time. “No, I wanted you to crawl,” still laughing she scoots a few more times before she reaches his legs, and crawls into his lap. “Now you want to move. Little heathen,” his distaste changes as she smiles up at him with two teeth.
“You’re a cute little booger. If not a tricky one,” Branwen squeaks, and shakes her head no, “I wanted you to crawl towards me. Not scoot like that. It’s cheating.”
She babbles and baby talks at him, her brows furrowed, before letting out a little growl, “Yes, I know. Branwen has a mind of her own. You don’t tell her what to do.”
He brushes back her silky hair, and Branwen starts to yawn, “How come you’re not with me long before you need to sleep? I would like to spend more time with you while you’re awake, although you are very adorable when you sleep.”
Her eyes start to slowly close, but she smiles through her sleepiness. Her hand reaches up to touch him, and he gives her a finger to hold onto. Branwen pulls it right up against her cheek. Cuddling into the finger.
“You have stolen my heart, little one,” Lance laments as a few more feathers turn into their white shade. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
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Wrapping your robe around you, you kiss on Andy’s freckled back. While he groans, stretching out more. His hand presses up against your stomach, and his sight drifts up to you with a devilish smile,“I’d like another one.”
“And you, my sweet husband, will wait. Branwen can’t talk or walk.”
“So when she can,” he flips over, pulling you into his chest. Andy starts rucking up your gown, but you swat his hand away, “What, my Queen?”
“Your daughter needs to be nursed. And you’re being extra needy.”
“You didn’t mind it earlier.”
“You stop,” you giggle. Running your hand down his chiseled chest before cupping his bulge, “Maybe later.”
“Tease! Just bring her in here. She can finish the night here, and I’ll make you wait.”
Rolling your eyes you go to gather up your daughter. Her yellowed eyes gaze out the window, and a few more feathers remain on the floor, “Does he come and visit you every night, darling?” Her legs kick back and forth, and she reaches towards you.
“I believe you have found your guardian angel, my darling. We’ll keep Lance’s presence from your father a secret though. We both know he’s not all bad,” picking up your chunky baby, you pick up a few of the discarded feathers. Examining them in the moonlight. “His white ones are falling out though. I would like to see him again. See what’s become of my friend.”
Opening a drawer, you softly lay down the newest feathers, and smile out the window, “You can’t have her Lance, but I don’t mind letting you visit. Just come and talk to me, please,” and he would be. Soon.
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navybrat817 · 4 months
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Resignation
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: You get to know Andy a bit more and put in your notice, but your boss doesn't it take it well. Word Count: Almost 4.4k Warnings: Slow burn, getting to know each other, sugar daddy contraction, tension, flirting, slight insecurities, inner monologue, yelling (apologies to anyone named Sean), Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?) Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics, Header - yours truly Previous Part: Sign the Dotted Line A/N: Welcome back to my Terms and Conditions AU! Hope you lovelies enjoy. Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby but any and all mistakes are my own. ❤️ Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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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.”
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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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sarahowritesostucky · 2 months
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The Five Daddies Imagines
Here you'll find all the little factoids and all content about each of your five sugar daddies. Enjoy!
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Bucky
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buckybarnesisdaddy · 4 months
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All is well Part 4
Summary- Ransom reflects on how he ended up in this place. Daisy has so much love to give. And Baths are a love language for sure!
Pairings- Bucky x Daisy!Reader, Steve x Daisy!Reader, Ransom x Daisy!Reader, Ari x Daisy!Reader, Jefferson x Daisy!Reader, Jake Jenson x Precious!Reader, Andy x Peach.
Rating- Explicit, 18+
Warnings- polyamorous relationships, masturbation, mentions of jail, sex (piv), Oral (f & m receiving), edging, scissor play, mentions of; spanking, biting, edging, toy play. Teasing, making out, lots of sex, aftercare 18+ only!!
Word count- 14.3k
Authors notes- Obviously takes place in an AU where all the guys stories mix perfectly! As I’ve told @rainydayandmondays and @theinheriteddutchess Daisy is a little slut when she wants to be. 🤭😏
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Ransom sits on the back patio, sipping coffee and watching the leaves fall. The door opens behind him and he doesn’t bother to turn and look. A strong hand clasps on his shoulder and he knows who it belongs to. “What do you want Ari?”
“Oh Nothing much.” Ari sits next to him and smiles, “Andy was just checking in to see how it was going. What should I tell him?” Ransom rolls his eyes and looks at Ari.
“That I really love camp and can’t wait to write home about it.” Ransom shakes his head and takes a sip of coffee. Ari sits back and just watches him for a moment before he lightly laughs.
“Yeah cause sleeping with three different women and having someone cook all your meals sounds like the worst experience in the world.” Ari says, Ransom is about to say something snarky when Ari talks again “What was it that Daisy said? That you had to hold your tongue to get one of your precious baths?” Ari laughs and pats Ransom’s shoulder. “I won’t tell if you won’t, but you have to talk to me.” Ransom looks up at the sky, wonders if his mom’s house would be better than this. Then he remembers the sweet way Daisy rubs his back or the way Precious holds him close, when he asks of course, or the way Dutchess laugh makes him smile. This house is way better than his mom’s. So what if he has to clean a little and not be so quick to cut someone down. He can live with that.
“I don’t mind it, it’s better than jail that’s for sure.” Ransom finishes his coffee and sets the mug down.
“You know it’s not nice to talk about Linda’s house like that.” Ari jokes and Ransom actually cracks a smile. “I never thought she’d go for this arrangement but I I’m glad she did, it’s what you needed.”
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***5 months earlier***
The ringing phone pulls him from his sleep, grumbling as he silence’s the ring, not wanting to wake his sleeping fiancé and baby. He quickly gets dressed and is almost out the bedroom door when he hears her voice, “Andy?” He turns around to see her sitting up in bed. “Andy where are you going? It’s still early.” Andy smiles.
“Someone I helped put away is getting released. I need to go see why.” He walks over to her. “Then I will be back, I promise. Take care of little man for me, okay?” She nods and gives Andy a kiss, “see you later, sweet peach.” and that he is gone. Andy would love nothing more than to crawl back into bed with his fiancé and spend the day relaxing like he had planned to. He got a second chance at a family, he’s not going to let anything ruin it this time. Knowing Ransom Drysdale somehow got his sentence overturned breeds nothing but worry in Andy’s mind, worry that his life isn’t going to be so relaxing for the foreseeable future.
He fidgets and taps on the steering wheel as he gets closer and closer to the courthouse. When he finally arrives he is ready to fight, he sure as hell isn’t letting Ransom walk without a fight. Siting in his office is an older women with white hair and glasses. Linda Drysdale. She demanded Andy get up and get to his office at the crack of dawn to talk to her, there are some conditions about Ransom’s release. And seeing as he was the prosecutor on Ransom’s case, he needed to sign off on these conditions. He can’t wait to tell the Drysdale’s to go fuck themselves and lock Ransom back up. Murders don’t go free, not on his watch. He locked up his own ex-wife for god sake, he has no issue locking up this asshole… again. “Linda? You wanna tell me why you beckoned me here at this hour?” Andy asks as he walks around his desk and takes a seat. Linda smiles.
“My son is going free. There is no doubt about it but he is only free on the condition that he either comes back to live with me. Or he goes to a halfway house and is monitored while he is reintroduced to society. The judge already cleared it.” She gives him another smile, Andy wants to slam his fists against his desk and tell her to get the hell out of his office, but he doesn’t.
“Then why are you here?” Andy says through clenched teeth, angry that justice won’t be served.
“I need you to meet with him and his lawyer at the jail this morning to go over these options. Once he decides you will bring the paper work to the courts and approve his release.” Linda explains.
“And why on earth would I help your murderous son walk free?” Andy asks, a little humored at her demand.
“Because money talks and I know about your first wife and son-” Linda starts but Andy stops her.
“That’s enough!” Andy sighs and stands from his desk. “Get out of my office so I can go.” Linda gets up and walks to the door.
“I look forward to hearing what he decides.” She puts her purse on her arm. “I know he will make the right choice.” She leaves and closes the door behind her. Andy sits in his chair and lays his head in his hands groan and just wishing he could be back home in his sweet peaches arms. Andy meets with the DA before he leaves and he explains that Linda pulled all the strings she had and used almost all the money she had left to get the conviction overturned. “So by week’s end he will be out.” Andy shakes his head and runs his hand over his beard in disbelief and anger. All the hours wasted on this damn case, hours he could have been with his sweet peach. “This is bullshit and you know it!” The DA raises his hands and says some line about how his hands are tied.
Wanting to make Ransom wait a little, Andy takes his sweet time getting over to the jail. When he arrives he is informed that Ransom and his lawyer are waiting in a meeting room and have been for a while. Andy responds with a smile and a simple I know. He is escorted back to the room and the first thing he sees is Ransom’s worried face. For some reason a sense of pity washes over Andy.
“Why am I here?” Ransom asks. He looks worried, agitated. Andy motions for him to sit, so he does.
“Your mom got your conviction overturned.” Andy says, Ransom is shocked.
“How?!” He exclaims.
“How else? Money.” Andy says with some edge in his voice. “Anyway, it’s under the condition that you return home under monitoring or go to halfway house and they monitor you there.” He looks at Ransom and then his lawyer. “So what’s it gonna be?”
His lawyer glares at Andy and starts to say, ‘let us talk it over’ but Ransom answers fast.
“No. I-“ He looks away. “I won’t go back with her, I can’t. I’d prefer jail.” Ransom stands up and knocks on the door, telling the guard he is done.
“Ransom you’re a free man.” His lawyer says. Ransom shakes his head and lets out a broken laugh.
“No one is free in that house. No one.” With that he is taken away and his lawyer start to bargain with Andy. Andy doesn’t listen because he actually feels sorry for the kid. As he is leaving and walking to his car a reminder from his calendar pops up. He forgot that he has a lunch meeting today, and then he gets an idea. “Well damn, maybe those ladies are exactly what he needs.” Andy gives the building another glance before he leaves. He sees Ransom looking out of the community room window, watching him.
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“Do you think they would be up for another?” Andy asks as he takes a sip of his beer. Ari laughs and shrugs.
“I don’t know. You could have called any one of them and asked. I’m not their handler.” Ari laughs and Andy nods in agreement.
“I know but you are like the big brother-“ Andy says and Ari cuts him off.
“Whoa! No. I’m more like a ‘late in life Step-brother’, I do sleep with them so let’s not compare us to a bio-sibling relationships. In fact let’s not compare me and the ladies in any way that would make us related.. at all.” Ari says and Andy lets out a loud laugh. Ari can’t help but smile, he hasn’t seen Andy this happy in years. Lori going crazy and Andy finding Peach to start over with while also helping with Jacob was the best thing to happen to him.
“Anyway, all I’m saying is you aren’t attached to any of them, at least not permanently. So you can be unbiased on if a new guy would work.”
“Well sure,” Ari says, “But that doesn’t mean they have the space for another guy.”
“Just meet him. I’m not gonna sugarcoat it, he is an asshole but I think he needs it.” Andy begs. “I can’t let all the work I put in on that case go to waste. I need him to actually do some time and come out better for it.” Ari sighs and agrees.
“Okay, I’ll meet him and then bring it up to the ladies if he seems like he’d be a good fit.” Ari says. “But you owe me another beer.”
“Deal.”
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Ari gets one look and conversation with Ransom and he just knows, the house is where he needs to be. Ari calls a family meeting that night and tells you all about Ransom. The boys aren’t super thrilled and you ladies are the slightest bit hesitant.
“Will he bunk downstairs with Jefferson?” You ask. Ari nods.
“Look, he’s not the greatest guy and he is an asshole. He was in jail for attempted murder of his grandfather and murdering the maid.” He looks at you, he knows you are the one that would give in. “Come on, Daze. Trust me, he needs it.” You look at Ari and then at Steve and Bucky.
“Oh come on Daisy- don’t look at me like that.” Steve says.
“Yeah that’s not fair. You know we can’t say no to those eyes.” Bucky says. He sighs and nods. He looks to Steve who is the deciding factor and he nods as well. You look at Ari and smile as the others agree.
“I’m not gonna lie, yall are gonna hate him.” He looks at you all. “You are all kind and you’ve become family. He is new and he will push buttons. Just be prepared and remember you all agreed.” He gives it a minute for anyone to back out. When you don’t he smiles and uncrosses his arms, he didn’t realize when he crossed them to begin with. “I’ll call Andy and let him know.” Ari gives your shoulder a little squeeze as he walks out of the room.
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“A house full of 9 other men and 3 women? And the three women make the rules and call the shots?” Random asks.
“Yeah, I live there and we are like a little family.” Ari says, Ransom rolls his eyes. Ari looks at Andy and Andy urges him to continue. “Look Ransom, it’s a nice place. Food, freedom, a bedroom to yourself. You get your life back and if I’m being honest? The ability to have sex again with a person and not just your hand.”
“Whoa wait- the women sleep with you all?!” Ransom asks, way more intrigued than before.
“Well it’s not like a requirement and they aren’t just giving it out to anyone there. They are all married and have another man or two that they spend time with as well. And those men live in the house. You play your cards right and just maybe one will take a liking to you.” Andy looks at Ari and then looks back at Ransom, he can tell that Ransom is already sold and isn’t really listening anymore. “Again it’s not a promise but it’s definitely a possibility. But you’ll have to really work at getting on their good sides. They are all about rule following and having a harmonious environment. And they let us live there for basically free. I mean we have to help pay the bills but no rent fees and stuff like that.” Ransom still looks slightly skeptical. “No check ins with parole officers, no ankle monitors, this is your best option. Unless you wanna go to a real halfway house?”
“No.” Random answers.
“Or back to your mom’s.” Andy says
“No, please-“ Ransom says desperately. “Please don’t make me go back there. I can’t.”
Ari nods and puts his hand on his hips.
“Okay then, the house it is. Don’t worry it will all be okay. All is well and stuff.” Ari smiles and Andy laughs. “Alright, let’s get you released!”
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“A halfway house??” Linda asks, staring down Ari and Andy. “That’s really what my Ransom decided on?!”
“Yup!” Andy says. “I was surprised myself when Ransom chose it. But I think he just wants a fresh start.”
“What kind of halfway house is this?” Linda asks. “I want to research it.”
“You’re not gonna find it online ma’am.” Ari explains. “But I promise Ransom will thrive there.” He smiles and Linda looks at him still skeptical.
“I need to see this house.” She demands.
“I’m sorry but for this to work for Ransom he needs to go ‘no contact’ for the first few months.” Ari gives Linda a perfect smile and she blushes. “We will take great care of him, I promise.”
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Ransom gets released and says goodbye to his mom. She’s weepy and Ransom is counting the minutes till they are in the car. The drive there is quiet, Ransom is either scared that Ari is actually taking him somewhere to kill him or he’s sad. Ari is betting on the first one. “Well here we are.” They pull up into a long driveway covered by trees. You can’t see the house from the road and it’s surrounded by forest. The house is huge, Ransom counts at least 10 windows on the front of the house, and that’s just the bottom floor. It’s a new build but it looks old, it makes Ransom smile, reminds him of his grandfathers house. Not the same style, just the grandness of it.
“Whose house is this?” Ransom asks once the car is parked. Ari just smiles.
“Come on in, you can meet guys.” Ari says as he climbs out. Ransom is skeptical he bets this was all a trap and there aren’t any women at all. If he’s honest that the only reason he agreed. Free place to stay and 3 ladies who he can get in bed with. What more could a guy ask for? If there are no women inside he’s gonna lose it, these men will feel his sharp tongue and the weight of his lawyers. The entryway is nicely decorated, there is a place by the front door where everyone leaves their shoes. There are cookies baking in the oven, and the house is almost spotless. “It’s usually never this clean. Clean but but not this clean.” Ari laughs. “I think they just wanted to make a good first impression.”
“Where are they?” Random asks as he sets his bag on the floor. “Seems like no one is here.”
“Well the ladies and a couple of the guys aren’t but some of the men are still here. Something important came up this weekend that pulled away a few and then the others are visiting friends and family.” Ari explains.
“Why would they leave town when a new guy is arriving? Seems a little rude if you ask me.” Random pouts a little. A weekend with just a bunch of dudes? Not his idea of a good weekend.
“They wanted you to meet the guys first and let you get settled in. Then the emergency happened and pulled two of the guys away as well. You’ll meet them when they get back.” Ari explains and motions for Ransom to follow along. They walk down the hall and bump into Jake.
“Oh hey! I’m Jensen- well Jake, you can call me Jake.” He shake Ransom’s hand. “Nice to meet you.” With that Jake is walking down the hall, “follow me, allow Ari to rest a little. I’ll show you around.” Ransom gives Ari a look and Ari pats his shoulder.
“Jake’s great, he will show you to your room.” Ari says as he walks to his room.
“Great, I get the puppy dog to show me around.” Ransom mumbles. Jake hears him but he just smiles and keeps walking.
“This here is Daisy’s room, she share it with her Husband Steve and her boyfriend Bucky.” Jake says, that catches Ransom’s attention.
“Boyfriend?” Ransom questions. “I didn’t realize this was that kind of house.” He smirks and Jake turns around. “I mean I knew the ladies could get around if they wanted but I didn’t realize they had boyfriends and husbands.” Jake shakes his head and laughs.
“Oh they are gonna have fun with you.” Jake laughs again and Ransom smirks.
“I’m hoping.” Ransom answers and Jake can’t help but laugh again. He pats his shoulder which Ransom is getting really tired of, when did people start to think they could touch him, Ransom Drysdale.
“Follow me.” They walk farther down the hall. “This is Dutchess and her husband Frank Adler’s room, Her boyfriend Bucky lived here too.”
“Wait- so Bucky is with Daisy and Dutchess?!” Random is starting to get very excited at the possibilities in this house.
“Oh no! You see- Huh how to explain this?” Jake thinks for a moment. “Guess the truth is best.” Jake looks at Ransom and smiles. “A few of these guys are Avengers. Like Tony stark, saving the world, Avengers.” Ransom stares in disbelief. “And Daisy’s Bucky is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes that was cleared of all crimes as the Winter Soldier. He has been living here with Steve Rogers, yes ‘the’ Captain America, they’ve been living here in domestic bliss since the world ended and then is suddenly didn’t.” Ransom nods, he remembers that. One day he is fine and then next day the women he had been having sex with was just gone. She showed up 5 year later in the same spot she disappeared from. Sadly he had moved on and neither of them took kindly to three people suddenly being in Ransom’s bed. It was a rough day. "Anyway. They are with Daisy and happy as can be. They sometimes still go help out but for the most part they are retired. Now Dutchess Bucky is from another timeline.”
“Like time travel?! Where the fuck am I?!?” Ransom looks around to see if he was being punked. Jake laughs.
“Yeah it takes a lot to get use to but they are all really great. But as I was saying. Dutchess Bucky is from like 8 years ago. He was brought forward in time and he was gonna be used by some evil men to help end the world again but Steve and Bucky saved him. So now we have two Bucky’s. We call them both Bucky while they are separate, cause well that’s their name. But if they are both present then we call Daisy’s Bucky, James. And Dutchesses Bucky, Winter. Since he is still kinda the Winter Soldier. But he’s in therapy so no worries!” Jake just smiles like all he said was completely normal, Ransom shake his head and motions for Jake to continue the tour.
“Mine and Precious’ room is down there, we already passed it. This door leads to the basement and that’s where your room will be.”
“The basement? No, I don’t do basements.”Ransom complains.
“Well Ari has the attic so the only place left is the basement.” Jake says and then starts down the stairs. “But it’s really nice, honestly!” Ransom grumbles as he follows Jake. The basement is completely finished and has 5 rooms with 2 shared bathrooms. Only two of the rooms are occupied and the rest have very basic furnishings. “Jefferson! Come on out, meet the new guy!” Ransom has to hold back a laugh when the man walks out in a knee length dress coat and has a three piece suit on, he was obviously working on something.
“Did I miss something? Are we going to the opera?” Ransom jokes and Jefferson glares at him. Jake lightly laughs and steps between Jefferson and Ransom.
“Okay, not the best way to make friends, Ransom. Also Jefferson could slice your neck open without you even noticing or it hurting. So be nice.” Ransom rolls his eyes and gives a polite wave, Jefferson closes his door without a word. “Okay next is Frank, different than the one that’s upstairs, obviously. He has no last name and he comes and goes as he please, and I think he is actually here for once. Frank?” Jake knocks on the door and Frank answers.
“New guy?” He asks. And Jake nods. “Hi, good luck. If you do as they say, you’ll love it.” He smiles and closes his door. Ransom looks at Jake who just laughs.
“Now your room!” Jake takes him to the room next to Jefferson’s. “This will be yours, keep it clean and make yourself at home. I’ll leave you to get settled and then you can come up whenever you’re ready” Ransom nods and then looks around the room. He slowly walks in and takes stock of his new living arrangement. He sighs and drops his bag on the ground.
“Well fuck.” Ransom mutters. “I better get a lot of sex.” He opens his bag and starts laying things out. Yes he grew up with servants and he hardly had to do anything for himself, but he wasn’t helpless. Although he thinks, it would be nice if one of the ladies could wash his clothes, that he never learned how to do. Eventually he makes his way back upstairs. He bumps into Dutchess’ husband Frank and her Bucky- or Winter? Is that what Jake said? Yeah that’s what he said. They both eye him wearily and then just nod, still unsure of their new housemate. The day goes on and Ransom settles in. He has basic conversation with the guys, they all seem nice, a little soft if you ask him.
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Things start to take a turn when the first of the ladies shows back up. Frank walks outside and opens a car door for a beautiful women. Ransom can tell from here that her smile is perfect and that her eyes are incredible. Frank pulls her into his arms and gives her a kiss. Winter walks out and meets her too, she pulls him close and kisses his cheek. When they come walking in Jake waves hello and Jefferson smiles. She is polite to the guys and they seem to like her. She spots Ransom and she smiles.
“Hi, you must be Ransom, I’m Dutchess.” She extends her hand and Ransom smile and gives her hand a shake. Her voice is a sound Ransom wants to hear all night long.
“Nice to meet you too, Dutchess.” Ransom answers back politely. She then heads off with Frank and Winter. Jefferson and Jake lightly laugh and joke how they won’t see those three till dinner. Ransom watches them disappear down the hall. Once they are out of sight, or at least they thought, Dutchess gives Winter a kiss, a pretty passionate one at that. Then she turns and kisses Frank as Winter opens the bedroom door and they all three disappear into the room. Ransom laughs to himself and then smiles.
“So Ransom? You think you’ll like it here?” Jake asks. Ransom nods.
“Definitely.” He gives another look down the hall where Dutchess just disappeared to.
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The next one Ransom meets is Daisy and it’s a little more chaotic. It’s the next day and Ransom is sitting in the living room scrolling the TV channels when he hears car doors slam. There is a lot of commotion and then someone is swinging open the front door and stomping inside.
“I told you to stay in the fucking jet! I didn’t want him seeing you!” The man says to the shorter woman walking in behind him. Wow she’s beautiful too, Ransom thinks.
“It was fine, I was able to draw him out and I subdued him. Now, Steve is getting him locked away in the basement as we speak. You would still be fighting him if it wasn’t for me.” You smile and pat his cheek, his metal arm reaches out and takes your wrist in his hand. He knows his strength and he know she’s not hurting you. Ransom finds himself wondering what her skin feels like, soft for sure. He wants to nibble on that wrist.
“I didn’t want him to know you even existed. Now he knows Steve and I have someone we care about. Someone he could hurt if he ever got free.” The man explains. You pull your hand free and lay it against his face again, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.
“Bucky,” you say as you look up at him. Ransom concludes that this is the ‘other Bucky’ or ‘James’ as Jake called him. “That’s why he is here, for us to help him be free. To help him heal.” You lean in and kiss him. Just then another man comes walking down the hall, coming up from the basement.
“He’s locked away with the special chains Tony made out of Vibranium.” You nod and kiss this man’s cheek. “And we are horrible housemates,” Ransom realizes he has finally been spotted. “Hey there! I’m Steve and this is my wife Daisy and our boyfriend Bucky.” Ransom clocks the words ‘our boyfriend’, that is something he will have to find out more about later.
“Stevie, if you keep introducing me like that people are going to think we are fucking.”Steve laughs and Bucky steps up and offers his hand for a shake. “I am Daisy’s boyfriend and Steve’s best friend.. he just likes to joke and weird people out with our situation.” Ransom laughs and shakes Bucky’s hand.
“Why is that?” Ransom asks. You answer before they can.
“Because Steve can be a little shit and Bucky jokes around telling people they ‘were roommates’ back in the war.” You explain and Ransom laughs again.
“Well, nice to meet you, all of you.” Ransom says, then he gets a little bold. He eyes up up and down, you three definitely notice. He decides to play along and make friends, keeping the jokes going. “So you two never fuck?” He motions between Steve and Bucky. They both laugh and shrug.
“Ehhh I guess you can’t say never.” Bucky shrugs and Steve slaps his chest.
“Yes you can, we’ve never fucked.” Steve glares at Bucky who just laughs. Ransom can tell that is a, Don’t be sharing our business with people we don’t know, look. which leads Ransom to believe that the answer is actually yes, they have, at least in some sort of way.
“Okay okay, boys. Go get unpacked and showered. I plan to spend all day in bed and I need my squeaky clean men with me.” You give them kisses and send them on their way. Steve and Bucky talk and joke and shove each other as they walk away. Ransom can’t help but smile, which is a weird feeling for him but this place just seems right. Especially with this beautiful women standing in front of him. You smell so good, Ransom wants to bury his face in your hair and just live there. Your suit leaves nothing to the imagination, the only thing Ransom needs to know that he can’t see because the suit is black, is if you have tan lines.
“What was your name again?” Random asks politely but starting to let his gaze linger on your body.
“Daisy,” you smile and bring yourself a little closer. You know he is looking you over so you tease him a little by getting closer but not touching him. The name is perfect for you, Ransom thinks. You are the personification of a Daisy; soft, sweet, and sunshine. Wow he really wants to run his fingers through your hair, so much so he physically puts his hands in his pockets to keep himself in line.
“Well Daisy, it is very nice to meet you.” Ransom smirks, turning on his charm. “I can’t wait to get to know you better.” You blush a little and reach out, taking his hand from his pocket and giving it a squeeze.
“You too Ransom. We will catch up later, okay? Right now my two men need my attention and I need sleep. 72 hour, turn around missions are not for the weak.” You smile and turn to leave, Random calls after you.
“Something tells me that nothing about you is weak, Daisy Mae.” You just wave over your shoulder as to hide the blush forming on your face. He is a cutie you think. When you bump into Steve and Bucky they make it their personal mission to make sure that blush is from them and them alone. They remind you that the ‘new guy’ may be cute but they are sexy as hell and they can go multiple rounds in the same hour. You sleep well into the next morning and you are sore the next day but so satisfied. Ransom tries to not let that bother him too much.
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The last one Ransom meets is Precious. She comes walking in that morning with her suitcase in hand. Jake walks over and he gives her a big kiss and she smiles and rubs his chest as she looks up at him. “Hiya Jakey.” She says, her voice is soft and sweet, Ransom wants her to say his name in that voice. “How did our new friend settle in?” Ransom turns around to see that She is talking to him.
“Pretty good, would have been better if you ladies had been here to welcome me yourselves.” Precious laughs and Ransom hears your sweet laugh from the hall as you walks out to grab some snacks.
“Well, we were all busy and we thought it would do you well to meet the guys first.” You explains. Ransom glances over to you and sees you are in a slip nightgown. It’s silk, blue, and really hot. He watches you walk away and sees how the dress hangs right at your ass. He turns to see Precious and Jake getting comfortable, Jake is leaning his chin on Precious’ shoulder as he watches her flip through the mail. Her eyes flick up and meet his, she smiles and then turns to Jake.
“I desperately need to shower. Join me?” She asks him and Jake is practically running to the bathroom. Precious smiles at Ransom, “We are all happy that you’ve decided to join us. Make yourself at home, it’s yours now too.” Precious leaves the kitchen and heads to the bathroom with Jake. Ransom smirks and watches as her hips sway as she walks away.
“Oh believe me, I will.” And with that he starts to strategize.
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He gives it a day, he sleeps in his bed and ignores the soft sounds of mattresses squeaking and headboards knocking against the wall. It’s unfair that they are all getting laid while he sits down here having to keep himself company with his hand. He needs to make his move, but on who, he starts touching himself as he thinks about all three ladies. “Dutchess wouldn’t work, she’s gonna make me work for it, I can tell.” He laughs to himself as he keeps thinking aloud, slowly palming over himself. “Which I am not against but that obviously doesn’t help me now.” He takes himself in his hand and gives one full stroke, he moans as he arches off the bed a little. “Mmhmm and Daisy Mae, she seems like she’s gonna be fun, willing to fulfill some dirty dreams of mine.” He quickens his pace, his breath catching a little. “But that husband of hers and her boyfriend, they will be touch ones to get past.” He works himself right to the edge, “Precious, mmhmm fffffuuuccckkk! Jake shouldn’t be a problem to get past. She won’t be easy though, I’m gonna have to work for it. She seems like one I can play with, she will be fun. Oh! Mmhmm yes!!!” He cums hard and it splashes all over his chest. He catches his breath and just smiles, it’s been a while since he’s been able to work one out. Jail isn’t exactly known for privacy. “I’m gonna have to pull out all the stops tomorrow.” He wipes himself off and collapses in bed completely naked, letting the cold air cool his overheated skin. “Fuck I can’t wait.” He smiles as he drifts off to sleep.
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The day goes by so slow Ransom keeps waiting and waiting for the perfect time. Daisy and her puppies went on a walk, that’s what He has decided to call Bucky and Steve for the time being, although Jake fits the ‘puppy demeanor’ as well. Dutchess and her cucks are off shopping. Is cucks too mean? Ransom thinks, nah. Thats kinda what they are, he tells himself. Precious is here all alone, well except for whoever is in the basement screaming, Ransom isn’t touching that with a twelve foot pole. Steve and Bucky brought that person in and he’s gonna leave it alone. Even Jefferson is gone, something about needing to see someone, Ari went with him. It’s just Ransom and Precious. He strips as he walks to Precious’ room he slams the door and goes to sit on her freshly made bed. He picks up the book from her bedside table and starts to flip through the pages. He sees phrases like He licks up her neck as he pushes inside her, Ransom smirks “oh Precious.” He flips some pages. She is on her knees and looks up at him with big doe eyes. She smirks and leans forward to kiss his- the door opens and pulls Ransom’s attention from the book. He sees Precious standing in the doorway, her arms are crossed and she’s just looking at Ransom. “So this is what you read.” He smirks and bite his lip as he tosses the book on the bed, letting Precious get a full view. “You know reading can only get you so far.” Precious smirks back and lightly laughs.
“I do alright for myself.” She uncrosses her arms and Ransom stands from the bed, walking closer to where she stands near the door.
“Is that right, Princess?” Ransom says dawning her a new nickname.
“It is.” She stands from where she is, keeping her gaze on his face and not his abs and definitely not that wonderful treasure trail and where is leads.
“Whatever you say, princess.” Ransom quips. He walks towards the door, he knows her eyes are on him, checking out his ass. He walks out the door and sees Jake walking in from outside. He is shocked and slightly angered at Ransom’s forwardness, a new nickname and strutting around naked?! Ransom just laughs and keeps walking. Everyone else had made it home by now and from where they were in the living room and kitchen they got a full view of Ransom’s goods as well. Jake makes a b-line to his bedroom and he sees Precious staring down the hall at Ransom, she’s biting her lip a little and doesn’t notice her husband walking in the room. That is until the door slams closed and her view of Ransom’s fantastic ass is disturbed. Precious blushes, knowing she’s been caught.
“Jakey,” she lightly laughs.
“Princess? Now, is that your name, Precious?” Jake walks forward and takes her jaw in his hand, his touch is light and soft but Precious knows what’s about to happen. Jake smiles and then it turns a little devilish. “What’s your name?”
“Precious.” She answers as he rubs his thumb across her lips.
“Whose are you?” He asks, so possessive and hot. Precious lets a moan slip as he pulls her close.
“Yours, Jakey.” She opens her mouth and she teases his thumb in her tongue.
“You got that right.” He walks her backwards to the bed. They aren’t seen till much later in the day and Precious has the most blissful look on her face as she hangs on her man as they snuggle on the couch. Ransom just laughs, he laid the foundation, he knows Precious wants him, it’s only a matter of time, and Ransom’s got plenty of it. ‘Now onto Daisy’, he thinks. Ransom looks at you across the room and you blush and then lean into Steve a little more.
*** Present day***
Ransom looks at Ari and smiles. “Yeah, it is definitely what I needed.” Ransom stands up. “And you can tell Andy that I really am loving ‘camp’.” Ari laughs as Ransom heads inside.
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It is your last night with just Bucky and he wants to make sure you feel special.
“Where are we going?!” You giggle as Bucky pulls you close. “Why do I need all this new stuff?!” Bucky kisses your cheeks and down your neck.
“Because I want to dote on ‘my wife’.” He kisses you and then pulls back as he slaps your ass. “Go open your gifts and be ready by 6.” He winks as he leaves the room. You turn and open all the bags that Bucky had placed on the bed. A new purse, new earrings, new heels, and a new dress. It’s black and hugs you in all the right places.
“Bucky Barnes you know how to spoil a girl” you say to the empty room. You get dressed and your hair and makeup done just in time. You are slipping on your heels and spraying on your perfume when Bucky walks in. He is dressed in a well tailored suit. The blue brings out his eyes and he looks so good. His beard is nicely trimmed and just long enough. His hair is perfectly styled and ready for you to run your fingers through. You bite your lip and walk over to him. He pulls you close and kisses you deeply.
“You look beautiful, Doll.” Bucky says as he kisses you again. You giggle and thank him.
“You look pretty good yourself.” He puts his arm around your shoulders and you two walk out into the living room. You grab your new purse and head out the door. Bucky is the perfect gentleman. He opens your door, helps you in, before you get going Bucky lays his hand on your inner thigh and gives it a little squeeze. He always does this and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You wrap your arms around his and kiss his arm as he starts the drive into town. You have a lovely dinner under the fall stars. To end the night he orders wine and a creamy, delicious dessert. He feeds you about in between his and when it’s all gone he kisses you and licks some of the chocolate you missed off your lips. “Mmhmm Bucky, take me home,” you whisper, “Please baby?”
“You never have to beg me, Doll.” Bucky answers as he pulls your hand up and kisses your knuckles. He pays the bill and you two make your way home. You should have known something was up when the bedroom door was cracked open, Steve always makes sure it is firmly closed. When you walk in the whole room is dark except for the glow of the candles around the window and on the dresser. You can see the bathroom has candles as well and that the tub is full and going with the jets.
“Bucky?” You turn and ask.
“You deserve to be doted on,” he says as he slowly turns you around. He moves your hair out of the way and unzips your dress, his fingers grazing your back and causing goosebumps in their wake. He kisses your shoulders as he pushes the dress off of them, letting it fall and look at your feet. “So all night is what you need and want.” He unhooks your bra and lets it fall to the ground. You turn your head to capture his lips in a kiss, he moves his hands around and cups your breasts in his hands, one real one metal.
“Bucky,” you gasp, needing more.
“Let get in the bath, huh?” He suggests and you nod. You pull him closer and slip off his jacket. You unbutton his shirt and let your hands roam over his toned body. You kiss his lips as you fiddle with his belt, pulling it out and tossing it across the room. Bucky unbuttons his pants before you can and he is stepping out of them just as fast. He lifts you into his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist as he drops you to the bed first. “On second thought, I need a taste first.” He winks as he settles on top of you, boxing you in.
“I need these off, now.” You tease as you snap Bucky’s boxer briefs.
“Yes ma’am.” Bucky coos as he stands up to slips them off. He reaches out and completely rips your underwear off.
“Bucky!?” You gasp. “I really liked those!” Bucky smirks and pulls you closer by, massaging your ass.
“And I already bought you 12 new pairs and they are washed and in the dresser.” He kisses down your body spending time on each breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth and lavishing them with his tongue. You hum and play with his hair, it’s just long enough for you to run your fingers through and grip when you need to. Bucky kisses done you body and settles between your legs, he leaves kisses and love bites all along your inner thighs until he reaches your center. His gaze flicks up to yours as he leans in and places a little kiss on your clit. The shudder it sends through your body makes you both smile.
“Please Bucky!” You breathlessly moan and to answer you he seals his lips over your clit and begins to suck and lick, bring you to the edge so fast that you don’t have time to warn him, not that he cares in the slightest. He moans as he licks up your juices and continues to eat you out. Bringing you close to the edge again before he stops and kisses up your body. He lifts you into his arms and you wrap you legs around his waist as he massages your ass. He makes is way to the bathroom as you kiss him desperately. He meets your desperation with his tongue shoved in your mouth. You moan around it as he teases the rim of your ass with his finger tip. He pulls back and smirks down at you before he kisses down your jaw to your neck. He climbs into the tub with you still in his arms and that small display of strength has you dripping in need. Thankfully when you built this house You had the bright idea to put all the tub inside the showers, that way when it overflows, which it will because the men are big, it overflows into the shower and drains. So when Bucky sits down with you in his arms, most of the water escapes the tub. You giggle and Bucky continues to kiss all over your neck and chest.
“What’s so funny Baby girl?” Bucky teases as he slips his real hand between your bodies.
“Nothing, just my big tough man surrounded by bubbles and lavender.” You smile and kiss him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You kiss his nose and he acts like he’s gonna bite yours. You sit in Bucky’s lap and your hands roam over each others bodies as you make out. Eventually you start to grind your aching center over his hard cock. The sounds he makes are music to your ears.
“Oh Daisy- mmhmm yyeesss!” He moans before he pulls you closer by the small of your back. His other hand guides his cock to your entrance and you capture his lips as he bottoms out in you.
“Bucky- so- mhm so full baby.” You choke out. You can take your men at the same time, but that doesn’t mean you ever get use to the stretch. Bucky kisses your jawline and down your neck as he whispers against your skin.
“I know baby, I’ll move in a second. I just need a minute.” He leaves a love bite on your collarbone and you moan loudly. “Squeezing me so good. So tight.” You whimper as he starts to move his hips, the water splashing around but you don’t care. Bucky is good at many things but one thing he is excellent at? Getting you to the edge in record time. He gets you there and then slowly backs off, calming you down only to get you right back on the edge. He is the master at edging and he can tell by your moans when you’re in the mood for it and when you aren’t. And you most definitely are tonight. He loops his arms around your back and reaches up to grab your shoulders. He pulls you down against him and begins to fuck up into you.
“Yesyesyesyes!!! Bucky!” He kisses your neck and then he completely stops. You whimper but lean in to kiss him anyway. You kiss him until he starts thrusting up into you again. You whisper against his lips “Yesyesyes, right there- Don’t stop! Ffffuuuccckkk!” Bucky is feeling a little soft tonight so he edges you once and then lets you cum, working you right over the edge.
“That’s it Baby girl, mmhmm fuck yes! Squeeze me tight- yyeess!” He cums deep inside you as you milk him dry. You nuzzle into his neck and kiss all around as he works himself through his high. His head tilts back and rests on the edge of the tub as he catches his breath. You kiss up his jawline and meet his lips and he moans into your mouth. “Mmhmm Daisy, my Baby girl- woohhh you really know how to pull one outta me.” He smirks and you blush. You kiss him and lean against his chest. He is still buried inside you and he stays like that till you decide it’s finally time to actually bathe and get ready for bed. When the tub starts to drain Steve takes that as his cue to come in.
“Hey Daisy girl,” he kisses you sweetly. “Did you have a fun night?” he asks, already knowing the answers seeing as once you and Bucky got into the bathroom he went and laid on the bed. You nod and he leans in to kiss you again. “Good.” Steve says with a pat to your ass. Bucky walks by and Steve gives his shoulder a squeeze before Bucky leans in and kisses you.
“We had a great night, didn’t we?” You nod and giggle as he kisses you neck.
“We did!” you look back at Bucky.
“I think only one thing could have made it better.” Bucky says and you bite your lip.
“Oh? And what’s that?” Steve asks. You look at Bucky and smirk. Bucky laughs and motions to you.
“If you had joined us,” You answer. “You were left out. You deserve some attention too.” Steve smirks, his eyes turning a little dark. He simply unties his drawstring sweatpants and slowly pulls himself out, stroking himself while looking at you. Blush starting to spread across your cheeks and you tongue darting out to lick your lips.
“Well how about I get some attention now.” Steve suggests and you bite your lip again and look at Bucky. He lightly laughs and settles back against the counter.
“Well I’m not gonna do it, Baby girl.” He crosses his arms. “But I’d love to watch. Get your fill baby.” You settle on your knees after Steve moves the bathmat for you to have a cushion. You take him in your mouth and work him over. Bobbing your head up and down, swirling your tongue all around, even playing with his balls and teasing his ass a little. When he cums he does as he fucks your face, you don’t waste a single drop, you even open your mouth and stick out your tongue to show him what a ‘good girl’ you are. Steve moans and pulls you into a kiss and then Bucky does the same. Not ‘grossed out’ by the fact you taste like Steve, he doesn’t care one bit.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” Bucky says. He squeezes your ass. Steve decides to be a little tease.
“Well, thanks Buck! But this is really about Daisy right now.” Steve kisses your neck from behind. As you laugh and Bucky shakes his head and slaps the side of Steve’s ass. He then pulls you into a kiss.
“Mmhmm let’s get to bed.” Bucky murmurs against your lips.
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Once in bed you explain to them what you plan to do with Ransom the following morning. “My one request,” Bucky asks, “is that after this the bath is saved for me and Stevie. I know that’s your go to aftercare but I need something special that’s just ours.” You think for a minute and then look at Steve, you can tell he is thinking the same thing. “I know he loves baths and I don’t mind you sharing one with him but I don’t want you to have sex with him and then start washing his hair and taking care of him like you do us.” You lay a hand on his chest and agree.
“Okay, aftercare baths are only for my husbands.” You say. “I will still let Ransom have his baths if he wants them with me, but we will move it to the bed after the fact. How does that sound?” You ask. Steve nods and Bucky kisses your head.
“Thank you, Daisy. I love you.”
“I love you too, Bucky. I love you, Stevie.”
“I love you too, Daisy. I’ll tell they guys.” You silently thank him. Steve picks up his phone and sends out a message to the guys that are with Daisy.
***Text conversation***
Steve- Update to Daisy’s rules. Bath aftercare is saved for husbands alone. Baths and sex in the bath/shower are acceptable with Daisy but no form of aftercare will take place in said bath or shower. Sign back if you agree to the new rules.
Ari- wasn’t that already, like a thing?
Steve- no
Ari- oh, okay. Yeah I agree.
Jefferson- I agree.
Frank (EB)- I agree.
Ransom- who the fuck is this guy?^
Frank (EB)- 🤦🏻 We’ve met multiple times…
Ransom- no recollection
Steve- Ransom do you agree or not?
Ransom- yeah yeah, I agree.
Steve- thank you
Ransom- but what happens if I didn’t 🤔😏
Steve-
Frank (EB)-
Jefferson-
Ari- 😒
Ransom- who the fuck is banging on my door?!
Steve- it’s Bucky… he just wants to talk. 🙂😊
Ransom- well call him off, I agree and won’t try anything!!
***End Text***
Ransom hears Bucky’s footsteps retreating up the stairs and he rolls his eyes. Bucky crawls back into bed with you and you hold him tight as Steve holds you. Happy as can be with your men.
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You wake up to the door creaking open and someone making themselves at home on the end of your bed. You turn over and see it is 8am. Steve and Bucky had left to go on a run, they knew your plans with Ransom this morning and they wanted to be out of the room when he arrived but back before you were done. Just in case Ransom tried to pull anything regarding the new rule. Your boys are always so concerned for you, you smile at the thought. Sitting up and stretching as you scoot to the edge of the bed, Bucky had left you a warm cup of coffee just the way you like it and Steve had left you a little love note. You lift your coffee and warm your hands with it as you stand and head to the bathroom. You haven’t given Ransom a look since he snuck in the room. You throw a hand over your shoulder and beckon him to follow, you know he is watching, and follow you is exactly what he does. You smile as you enter the bathroom and see that Steve and Bucky did exactly as you asked before they left. Ransom walks in, a little too smug, that is until he sees the tub filled with ice and water.
“What- what the hell is this?!” He looks at you, “Daisy?!? I held my tongue and was decent to everyone-“
“Just barely. Besides ice baths are great for you.” You smile as you pull him closer to the tub.
“They aren’t good for my dick.” He starts to pout. “I thought I was getting some sweet time with my Daisy Mae, not torture before 9am.” Ransom complains yet he doesn’t leave. He stays, arms crossed and staring at the ice floating around. You giggle to yourself and pull off the shirt you were wearing, it’s a shared shirt between Steve and Bucky. They both wear it so you are surrounded by them even when they aren’t there. Ransom sees your bare skin, no underwear or bra, absolutely bare. Ransom looks you up and down as he smirks. “Well well, Daisy Mae-“
“Shhh if you want all this,” you motion to your body, “then you will get in the tub.”
“But why?!” Ransom strips off his shirt and tosses it with yours, secretly hoping his scent will stay on your shirt as well.
“Because,” you start to explain. “Even though you held your tongue, you still insulted Bucky yesterday. Calling him a machine?! He was abused and you decided to turn it into a punch line. So if you wanna make jokes then you have to endure a fraction of what he endured. If you want the warmth and embrace of my arms, you will get in the damn tub and understand the weight of the jokes you make.” You stand firm, arms crossed, voice steady. Ransom’s eyes flick to the tub again and then to you.
“Okay, but I’m not gonna be happy about it.” Ransom snaps. You smile and rub his back as he walks closer to the tub.
“I’d expect nothing less.” You kiss his cheek, “I’m even letting you keep your pants on, so be happy. They weren’t as kind to Bucky.”
Ransom takes a deep breath and slips one leg in. “Fuck!!” He groans. “I better get a good blow job after this.” He takes a breath and fully slips into the tub. You smile and lean over the side to kiss his cheek.
“You’ll take whatever I give you and you’ll like it.” You beam at Ransom and how he is simply obeying. You can take his attitude, to be fair you’d be a little peeved if Steve or Bucky did this. Ransom looks at you and makes a point to shiver as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“You know I get cold easily, that’s why I wear my sweaters.” Ransom says. You sit on the edge of the tub and rub up and down his chest. He lets a little moan slip out as he feels your warm hands across his cold skin.
“Warming up?” You tease and he grunts.
“Daisy, you are lucky I-“ he stops himself, he can’t say that. Nope not now, not ever. No one will have control over him, he’s Ransom Drysdale. Instead he says, “You’re lucky if I let you even suck my cock after this.” You laugh and pat his head.
“Okay, Ransom.” You take a deep breath without him noticing. You brace yourself and use all your strength to keep a calm face as you slide into the water with him, straddling his lap and placing your hands on his shoulders. “You’ll ‘let’ me do that and so so much more.” You coo in his ear. You press your body against his and he is mesmerized.
“How- Daisy you’re naked- you will freeze.” Ransom starts to stumble over his words as you kiss over his chest.
“I’m fine. I use to do one of these every morning with Bucky.” You explain.
“Why?”
“You really wanna know?” You ask and Ransom nods, “I’m letting you in, Ransom. I’m trusting you with a sensitive time in mine and Bucky’s life and relationship. Are you ready for that?” You ask again, wanting him to under that this is not information he can use at a later date to hurt or make fun of Bucky with. You see a rare moment of softness break in Ransom’s eyes. He nods.
“Yes, Daisy. You can trust me.” Ransom answers as he moves his hands out of the water and across your back. A little smile and moan breaks through as you feel his touch.
“I would do this every morning with Bucky to show him the cold can’t hurt him anymore and that it can be healing. Healing from pain, from stress, it can wake you up to the world around you. It’s something beautiful, cold, and pure. To show him that Ice also melts.” You reach behind you and pull the drain and then turn on the faucet to warm water. “When heat is applied ice melts. When warmth is added, hard, cold, ice, melts away and leaves room for growth.” You rub his chest, “for heat,” you lean forward and kiss his jawline, “for love.” You kiss him and he leans into it. “I would do this every morning to show him that the ice, the cold is a part of him and that he shouldn’t be scared anymore, that after the ice I would always be there for him. That after the ice I would be his warmth.” You gently take Ransom’s jaw in your hand. “That is the man you called a machine, Ransom. The man that so desperately clings to life and love because he has been controlled and frozen in time, in place, and in life. He never chose to be a “Machine” but he chose to let go of the past that hurt him while still finding something good from that time.” Ransom feels like an asshole, which is rare. Hardly anyone could make him feel that way or even care. But knowing just a little bit more about Bucky, knowing how content and happy Bucky is even after everything he has gone through, Random wants that.
“I’m- I’m sorry, Daisy.” He continues to draw circles on your hips with his fingers. He can’t bring himself to meet your gaze. Not while he is apologizing and you don’t push him to, which he is thankful for. It’s a big step, and you’ll let him take that as slowly as he needs. You hug him tightly and rub his back.
“Thank you, Ransom.” You pull back and kiss his cheek, that’s gets him to look at you. “We love you, I hope you know that.” He laughs and then scoffs.
“Okay, well you know what I love? Your pretty lips on my dick, which is frozen by the way. So you think we could get to the good stuff.” He teasingly thrusts up against you. You shake your head and sigh before you smile.
“I guess I should have expected that. Not ready to talk about ‘feelings’? Fine. But I’ll give you something better than my lips, huh?” You smile and stand up on your knees. Adjusting the temperature of the water and making it a little warmer. You turn around to see Ransom has taken off his pants and boxers and has thrown them on the tile floor, soaking wet. “Ransom?!? You will be cleaning that up. Understand?!”
“You got it, Daisy Mae!” He places his hands behind his head and he spreads his legs a little and watches you settle back over him.
“Oh I almost forgot!” You grab the bag of petals and bottle of bath oil.
“What? Oh my god- are you serious?!!” He throws his head back as you sprinkle the petals all in the water and pour some lavender oil in the water and on his chest.
“Yup! You wanted to ruin my flowers so I made sure they didn’t go to waste.” You smile and settle on his lap. You pat his chest. “Go on, get your fill.” Ransom smirks and reaches below the water, adjusting himself so he can slam up into you. Right before he does Steve and Bucky come walking back into the bedroom and then the bathroom. You smile over Ransom’s shoulder and they wave back.
“Should we come back in like what? 5 minutes?” Steve asks, teasing. Random is about to use his quick whit but you quiet him with your chest before he can. You pull his head forward and urge him to kiss your breast as you handle your husbands.
“Very funny, Bucky please go and get breakfast plates for us 4.” You turn to Steve, “you go get the mop so you can help Ransom clean up the water after we are done.” Steve winks and nods. Bucky comes over and kisses you sweetly, Ransom purposely thrust up into you and you moan against Bucky’s lips. Bucky laughs and reaches down to give your breast a squeeze.
“Yeah yeah, he feels good. We know.” Bucky teases as he leaves. Random looks up at you and smirks
“Do you talk about me to your Husbands?”
“Nope, it’s just you aren’t quiet at all.” Ransom gives you a look and you laugh. “Okay neither am I- just fuck me already.”
“Gladly.” Ransom smirks and then makes it his mission that even the dude chained in the basement who gives him the creeps can hear you scream as you cum. He is more than successful at that feat.
“RANSOM!!!!” You scream as you pass out on his shoulder. He cums deep inside you as you just moan and try to come back to earth. Ransom tries to move you off him so he can get up and get you out, not wanting to be accused of breaking the rules, but your dead weight and the angle in the tub makes that impossible.
“Daisy? Daisy Mae can you stand?” He asks.
“Mmhmm not yet. My legs are jello.” You smile and pat his face. “You did good, Ran.” You kiss him and then lay your head back down. About 45 minutes later Ransom finally gives in and does what he vowed he’d never do. He calls Bucky for help.
“Why just me and not Steve too?” Bucky asks as he easily lifts you off Ransom. You whine and cling to Bucky. Ransom gets out and grabs a towel.
“Well, she told me- the ice bath-“ Ransom sighs. “I just understand you a little more. She told me about the ice baths and- I’m sorry.” He looks at his feet, not looking Bucky in the eyes. “Anyway, I kinda know what it’s like- I mean not to your extent. I know what it’s like to feel like no one cares about you.” Ransom fiddles with his towel as he wraps it tighter. Bucky nods and looks down at a sleeping you. He gently smiles.
“Trauma is trauma, Ransom. I was beaten, used as an assassin, and frozen for years. You were neglected and never felt seen or truly loved for who you were.” Bucky kisses your cheek as you nuzzle closer. “Both are valid traumas that deserve healing. I’m glad Daisy didn’t give up on me and you should be glad she won’t give up on you.” Bucky gives him a nod and then walks into the bedroom with you curled up in his arms. Ransom dries off and ties the towel low around his waist, he gathers up his clothes before he walks out into the bedroom. He sees Bucky brushing your hair out of your face and whispering sweet nothings to you. Your breakfast is ready and waiting when you finally come back to earth. Bucky looks up and sees Ransom watching them. “Do you want to take care of her? She’s out of the bath, you can.” Ransom shakes his head.
“No I’m- not really an ‘aftercare’ type of guy anyway, bath or not.” Ransom looks at his feet as he answers and Bucky is taken aback. For the first time Ransom actually looks sad or maybe unsure. Bucky nods.
“You’ll never know till you try.” Bucky offers but Ransom just shakes his head. “Well if you see Steve out there go ahead and send him in with the mop.” Bucky says and Ransom nods. “Oh and Ransom?” Ransom turns around and looks at Bucky. “The next time you sleep with my wife, you will take care of her after. It’s what she deserves.” Ransom nods and goes to leave. He looks back at you and without even thinking he walks over and gives you a sweet kiss on your lips before he leaves the bedroom, having the decency for once to close the door. Bucky kisses you sweetly as the door opens, Steve walking in with the mop and a bucket. He walks over and kisses you.
“Hey Daze, did you have a good morning?” Steve asks as he lays a kiss to your forehead.
“A great morning!” You say as you open your eyes to look at him. “Did Ransom leave?” You ask, looking around, sad that he just left after the time you had.
“Yeah Daisy girl, he did” Steve pushes your hair away from your shoulders.
“He umm- he was running late-“ Bucky tries to find an excuse, he can’t. And he knows that you can see through it. “He’s just not ready for this part. Not yet, Daze.” You look down and fiddle with the blanket. You had thought he’d at least hold you for a few moments, especially after the time you had together.
“It’s okay, he’s still learning.” You snuggle close to Bucky as Steve cleans up the bathroom for you. Soaking up the water with a mop and emptying the tub. “Thank you Stevie, now come snuggle. I’m coming down real hard and need lots of love.” Steve smiles and abandons his job to snuggle with you and Bucky.
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Ransom looks around his room and he feels so alone, he shouldn’t have left you. “Damn it!” He screams and tosses a pillow off the bed. “You always fucking do this, Ransom.” He lays back against his bed “You have something good and you just push it away.” He thinks about you lying in Bucky’s arms, happy and content. He could never give you that and he needs to stop thinking he ever can.
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“I need to go see him.” You say as you sit up. You jump up and grab Bucky’s shirt to throw it on.
“Who?” Steve asks as he sits up, looking at Bucky. You 3 had just gotten comfortable and now you’re leaving.
“Ransom.” Bucky says as he sits up and squeezes Steve’s shoulder. Steve nods understanding and then looks to you.
“Go ahead,” Steve smiles and gives you a nod.
“He needs to learn that he can’t just run away. Because we will chase him down.” Steve says and you three laugh.
“Exactly!” You giggle and blow them a kiss as you head towards Ransom’s room. You don’t knock, you just walk right in. Ransom sits up, startled by the door.
“Daisy Mae-“ Ransom starts but you cut him off.
“Nope, we had sex and I require lots of snuggles and kisses after the fact. Bucky and Steve have been filling in for you but that stops today. If you want sex with me then you have to take care of me after. Deal?!” You look at him and you can see the smallest smile break across his face. He lifts his blanket and you walk over and crawl under the covers with him. He pulls you close and you snuggle to his chest. “Thank you, Ran.” He kisses your head and smiles
“You’re welcome, Daisy Mae.” He rubs your back and holds you tight as you fall asleep. About an hour later you wake up to Ransom kissing your forehead. He doesn’t know you’re awake and that’s the only reason he is showing such a sweet gesture. You shift a little to let him know you’re ‘waking up’ and to see if he stops. He presses one more kiss to your forehead and then moves off the bed to get dressed. “Hey Daisy Mae, we gotten get going. It’s almost lunch.”
“Mmhm okay.” You sit up to stretch and as you look around you see Bucky’s shirt laying on the end of the bed for you but Ransom has already left. You huff and pout. “One step forward, three steps back.” You slip on the shirt and just to poke at Ransom you take a clean pair of his boxers and slip them on. Needless to say Jake and even Ari had some whistles for you when you come out sporting the clothes of two different men. You just smile and walk straight over to Steve, sitting in his lap and letting him feed you some fruit from his lunch plate, you couldn’t be happier.
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Later that day you pass by Ari in the hall. At this point you’ve gotten dressed but the leggings you are wearing are pretty tight. Ari looks up and down the hall before slipping a hand around your waist and kissing your cheek. “You get sexier by the day Daze.” You giggle and he kisses your jawline. “We haven’t had some fun in almost 2 months, what say we have some fun tonight.” He spins you around and pins your back against the wall and his body.
“I’d say, I already promised Jefferson and it’s been almost that long for him too.” You kiss Ari and he smiles against your lips. “So, rain check?” Ari nods and squeezes your ass.
“Rain check.” And with that he is walking out the door to meet Andy. You turn to see Natasha Romanoff sitting in your living room.
“Well hey stranger!” You laugh and cross over to her.
“Hey. You know if I didn’t know any better with all the men you are juggling I’d think you were a slut.” She smirks and you laugh.
“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t know any better.” You tease back, and now she laughs. You give her a big hug and she returns the gesture. “What brings you here? Other than to stop by every six months to make sure I know what a slut I am.” Nat laughs again.
“I am here to get Steve and Bucky, Tony’s got something for them in a few days and I need to brief them.” She explains and you nod.
“A dangerous something?” You ask.
“Isn’t it always.” Nat says, with a hint of sadness.
“They are down in the basement with Cap, I’m headed that way now.” You walk with her to the basement door.
“Overdue for a date with your kitten?” Nat teases and you nod.
“Very!” Walking downstairs you hear the screams coming from Cap.
“Well he’s not happy.” Nat says.
“No, he’s not.” You say. “Well I’m going this way. They don’t like it when he sees me so,” Nat nods and waves goodbye as she goes towards the screaming. You hear him scream,
“Why the hell is she here?!?” Your stomach turns, knowing what the 3 of them did to get Cap free from Hydra. What they told him before he ended up here. Your heart aches to help him, but you know with helping him you’d also probably fall for him. Your heart lives in your vagina and you’d find it pretty easy to fall for a man who looks and sounds just like your husband. Maybe Nat is right, maybe you are a slut.
Oh well! You think and smile to yourself. It’s all in good fun and you know she, nor anyone else would ever think of you that way, at least not really. You laugh as you knock on Jefferson’s door. He opens and you slink against the doorframe. “Hi Kitten.” You bite your lip and cross the threshold. Jefferson smirks and his eyes turn dark. He pulls you close and kisses you roughly.
“You ready to play, Bunny?” He asks as he whispers against your lips. You nod and that’s all the consent he needs. He lifts you into his arms and kicks the door shut before he carries you to the bed to have his way with you.
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Jefferson tosses you down on the bed and you bounce with a laugh. You then pop up and scramble to the other side, out of his reach. He smirks “My little Bunny, always one for games.” He leaps across the bed and you let out a scream as you dash away from him. He laughs and smiles as he chases you around the bed. Jefferson grabs your waist and pulls you back against his body as he snakes his hands down your front, groping your breast and kissing your neck. “But you’re always too slow.” You hum and smile at the feeling of his lips on your body.
“Mmhm maybe I like being chases and caught.” You tease as you grind your ass against him, you can feel him grow harder. He moans against your skin and leave a love bite on your shoulder.
“Oh I know you do,” he slips his hand down you front of your underwear and he feels the slick that’s coated your folds. He gives a dark chuckle and pulls his fingers free, licking them clean and humming. “Mmhmm you definitely like it.” You nod and giggle. Jefferson turns you around in his arms and seals your lips in a kiss. Pushing you back on the bed and boxing you in, he takes you apart slowly. Kissing every inch of your body while he strips you down. He pulls out his scissors and you gasp a little as the cool metal touches your skin, he cuts away clothes and leaves the shreds on the floor. “Whose boxers are you wearing, Bunny?” He asks with a little bit of jealousy in his eyes. You bite your lip and he trails his scissors down the bare skin of your stomach, stopping at the edge of the elastic of the boxers.
“Ransom’s” you say breathlessly. Jefferson huffs and then you hear a ‘snip’. He cuts away the crotch of the boxers, exposing your dripping center to the cool air.
“Oops,” he says, completely unbothered. You meet his gaze and he smirks. “I don’t know if you chose them for comfort or if he chose them for you,” he trails his fingers along your wet folds as he inches close and closer to your lips. “But he should know that a pussy this sweet should never be covered.” He kisses your lips. “Ever.” You whimper as he rubs your clit and brings you close to the edge. “Even the wolves keep you in tiny underwear, easily pushed to the side for ripped. This just won’t do.” He says as he rips away the rest of the fabric. “My pretty little bunny, so needy.” He pulls back and watches your face as he slows down his fingers and tease you even more. “Tell me where you want me, Bunny. Tell me how bad you want me.”
“Please Kitten, I want you inside me.” You beg and Jefferson smirks as he looks your now naked body up and down.
“Done.” Jefferson says, the darkness in his eyes says it all and before you know it you are devoured and floating away in pure bliss.
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When you wake up an hour later, your neck hurts and you can feel the sting of the bite marks he left. Your ass is red and sore from the spankings you earned and from his teasing of your ass, your throat hurts a little from when he fucked your face, and your hair hurts from where he pulled so hard. You feel his cum leaking out of you and you melt at the kitten kisses he is leaving on your back right then. “Mmhmm wow.” Is all you say and Jefferson laughs and kisses your neck.
“Haven’t gone that hard in a long time.” Jefferson teases as he kisses up and down your spine. “Not since Summer at least. When we chased you around the orchard in the back. It’s when your wolves and I discovered that playing tag is so much more fun with vibrators.” You give a sleepy giggle. That night had been lots of fun, a full moon that peaked through the storm clouds rolling in, the smell of rain growing stronger as the night went on, and you in nothing but a black slip dress. The three of them chased you through the woods while you hid and waited to get the jump on them. The gold in Bucky’s arm gleamed when the moon peaked out from the clouds, it made him an easy target for you. But in finding him, Steve and Jefferson knew right where you were. They use the toys to ‘tag’ you and bring you over the edge. That night was filled with endless highs and many texts from the others to keep it down. Ransom didn’t mind though, you caught him a couple times peaking out of the living room windows. You blushed and thanked god that Ransom was far enough away to not see it. “At the first hint of spring I’ll meet you outside.” He kisses your lips. You smile and pull him closer as you roll over.
“It’s a date.” Jefferson nibbles on your lip before stealing one more kiss. You snuggles close as he rubs your back and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.
Before you leave you pull Jefferson close. “You are amazing, you know that?” He gently smiles. “And the court will give you back your visitation and then your custody. You have Andy on your side, so there is no need to worry.”
“I just wanted her back.” Jefferson says softy, look at the floor. You tilt his head up and give him a kiss and then a hug.
“They will see all the work you’ve done and see that it was a mistake in the first place.” You rub his back before you pull away. “And she will have her own room here soon. We will make sure it’s safe and close to yours. You deserve to have your Grace back as much as she deserves her papa.” Jefferson wipes away and tear and nods. He hugs you one last time before you slip out and head upstairs.
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Later that night you find yourself with just your Husbands while Dinner is being made. You wince as you sit in Steve’s lap, Bucky quickly grabs out the heated pillow and pops it in the mirror wave to warm it up. When it done he gives it to you for your ass, you kindly thank him with a sweet kiss. Both men know how hard Jefferson can go so they know how sore and red your ass probably is right now, they also know the best thing to do is to get ahead of the pain. Bucky lets you taste a bite of dinner and with your approval he knows it’s good. Before long your quality time with your two soldiers is over, Ransom walks in and sits at the table; on time for a meal for the first time in his life. He gives a polite nod to Bucky and then just looks at Steve. You smile and reach out to squeeze his hand and Ransom smiles at the gesture and then rubs his thumb over the back of yours. “Daisy Mae, how did you turn out so sweet?” Ransom asks, knowing only Bucky and Steve were in the room. You blush a little. This is the first time he’s ever said that sweet nickname and there wasn’t some kind of snark with it. He genuinely turned it into a name of endearment. Steve and Bucky share a look, catching the change as well. Steve hums and kisses your neck as Bucky smiles at the three of them. While still holding Ransom’s hand you explain.
“This world is so cruel and mean, Ransom. I figured it couldn’t hurt to combat that with a little sweetness.” You pull his hand up and give it a gentle kiss before you stand up and give him a kiss on the lips. “Now, go down to Jefferson’s room and grab your shredded boxers. He left them there for you to clean up, seeing as they are yours.” You give him a cheesy grin and Ransom sighs and rolls his eyes, grumbling as he walks away. Steve watches and teases a little.
“Aww there’s the Ransom we know!” Bucky laughs at Steve joke and Steve smiles proudly. Dinner is wonderful and everyone is in good spirits. Bucky and Steve finish up and leave Jake and Ransom to do the dishes while they head downstairs to feed Cap. The rest of the night is spent with Steve massaging out your sore muscles and then you hold Bucky and Steve all night. You have to wipe a tear when you realized how blessed and loved you are.
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The next morning your coffee warms your soul as you sit at the table waiting on your pancakes. Steve flips through the paper like the old man he is and Bucky has some fun 40’s music playing softly in the background. That peace is slightly disturbed by Jake and Precious leaving their room in a slight frenzy.
“Big day!” He is dressed in his Petunias shirt and he has his gym bag ready to go. Precious is grabbing snacks and water for the both of them. “You guys really need to come to the next one! Not a lot left in the season before Christmas break- even Andy and Peach are coming to the game today.” You smile and nod.
“I know, I was really hoping Jefferson would be able to join us when we go but his visitation hearing isn’t until next week. So I’m not going till I can go with him. Steve and Bucky are free to go though!” You look at them and they share a look.
“Hey don’t be like that. Even Ransom is gonna go to the next game. Although I think that’s just because he wants to get out of the house.” Jake says and then squeezes Bucky’s shoulders and gives them a shake. “It’ll be fun!” He looks at you. “I understand, Daisy. Should I tell Grace that he says hi?”
“Yes, please.” Jake turns and sees Jefferson. “Tell her I hope to be at her next game.” He smiles and Jake nods happily.
“I will.” Jake turns and takes Precious’ hand. “Alright, we will see you later!”
“Go Petunias!” Shouts a mixture of voices of different excitement and levels of enthusiasm. You laugh and wave as they disappear out the door. Bucky sits and pulls you into his lap as Steve sits beside you two. He places your plate in front of you and hand some to Steve. Jefferson sits down across from you three and Ari comes shuffling in to grab his morning coffee. You all start talking and sharing about the days ahead when Ransom quietly joins. He leans against the doorway as he watches you all interact. You cuddle with Bucky as Steve eats and feeds you between bites, enjoying watching you and Bucky. Ari laughs at Bucky’s invitation to train and says he ‘likes being able to walk’ Bucky tends to go too hard when training and working out. Jefferson says he has some new suit designs for Steve and Bucky and he hopes to have them done soon. This little family unit that was weirdly formed yet works so well. You see Ransom behind Ari and you lean forward and hold out your hand. All the men turn around to look, they share glances and you can tell their energy changes a little.
“Come sit, there is plenty of room.” You invite him over and he cautiously joins you. He looks around at you all just staring at him and then rolls his eyes.
“I know I’m pretty to look at but I’m not into dudes.” He grumbles as he settles in his chair. The men all sigh and just laugh, because what else would they do. You smirk settle further into Bucky’s arms as you joke.
“Well good thing I am” you bite your lip and look at all your boys, some shared, others not, but all there with just you for a moment. And for a moment it’s perfect. “My men, together. I couldn’t be happier. We are only missing Frankie.” You beam at them all. Jefferson and Ari even make a point to squeeze Ransom’s shoulder and pat his back, as an almost ‘welcome’. Ransom panics and like all trauma responses, his just happens.
“And that’s a good thing cause I’d really like to get into you later.” Ransom snarks. He stands and leaves the room as he waves over his shoulder. “See ya later, Daisy Mae.” You sigh and lean your head against Bucky’s shoulder. He kisses your temple and Steve rubs your back. Ari takes Ransom’s seat and squeezes your knee as Jefferson reaches across the table to hold your hand.
“One step forward, three steps back.” You sadly admit. The boys continue to comfort you. Even though Ransom put up that wall and strutted away to hide his worry and happiness in being accepted by the guys, he still chose to say your name in the new, sweet way and that gives you a little hope.
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As an introvert who tends to take a while to come out of my shell, I’m wondering how Daddy Andy would go about trying to make the shy, quiet ladies feel more at ease? Would he be understanding of the extended silences and the awkward fidgeting or does he prefer someone who can hold a convo?
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Andy doesn't mind if you're a little shy at first. You may not know this, but he's had his eye on you for a long time. He's kept his distance so that he could observe you, memorize your tiny quirks and unique mannerisms. He wants to learn everything about you - especially since he plans to make you his.
He plans to unravel and learn all of your secrets. You're an enigma to him, a puzzle he can't wait to solve. Andrew Barber knows that you are worth the wait.
And when he finally gets you alone the way he's been dying to have you - just you and him - he's going to ease you into being his baby. Perhaps he'll sit you on his lap while you get to know each other better. That way he'll get to enjoy your little blushes and sweet giggles as he asks you questions. Nothing too crazy or invasive, mind you.
But he wants you to get used to him - all of him. The feel of his big body wrapped around your own, the smell of his cologne filling your nostrils...
Andy wants you to crave him the way he's come to crave you. So he'll keep you perched on his lap while you show him your drawings or read him your poetry. Or he's content to cuddle with you while the two of you watch a movie. He can be delicate with you.
After all, Mr. Barber is playing the long game. So if you need to fidget, he'll give you something to hold onto. He'll start things off light by lacing his long fingers through yours. Although he longs for the day when he'll be treated to the sight and feel of you wrapping your hand around his thick cock.
But again, that's too much for you too soon. So he won't push.
And if you want to be quiet, that's fine too. Perhaps you could fill the silence with kisses. The choice is yours. And when it's all said and done, Andrew Barber will wait to make you his.
But make no mistake, sweet girl, he plans to have you sooner rather than later.
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lilacevans · 2 years
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endless gifs of andy barber (34/??)
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curvykittyyssmutfics · 6 months
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Um...what about divorce! andy barber x his new fiance going to beach with hardcore smut! =^-^=
Beach Day
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"Fuuuck, I needed this, y/n, you were right! The weather's perfect today and the water feels so damn good. I can't believe we're the only ones here!" I tell her loudly as I take off my neon green goggles, exit the water, and head to our shared spot in the sand.
I run a hand threw my drenched brunnette tips, gazing at your curvy figure becoming more distinct as I get closer to her. The light breeze wraps around me, making me shiver as water drips off my body in heavy rivulets. Turning to the spectacularly clear ocean water, its impossible not to admire the crashing waves. Sand grains clump between my toes as I walk backwards towards the love of my life, stopping a foot in front of the extra XL towel with her and all of our belongings on it.
"You gotta come out into the water with me, babygirl. I know for a fact you'd enjoy it. Feels so good and the views amazing. There's all kinds of sea life in there to see, honey. Blew my mind!" I say, turning to get a view of my gorgeous girl laid out on her striped beach chair.
She looks up at me from her book through her Chanel sunglasses as I study how fuckin pretty y/n is, even with her cute little round nose scrunched up in distaste. Gripping her sunset colored towel in the front to keep it shut tight, she leans over to set her book down and pick up a water bottle.
"I don't think so, Andy. This how I enjoy the beach. Especially right after a hair appointment. Do your thang tho." She tells me while flickin her long y/h/c hair off her shoulders, voice full of attitude.
"Oh is that how it is?" I ask her feisty ass with a raised brow.
"Yeah, damn right that's how it is. Think cause ya ass fine you gone get me to do any and everything." She grumbles at me, taking a swig of water.
Walking up to her, I gently grab the water from her slender fingers and take a quick drink before setting it down next to the chair. I lean down over her to speak near her ear.
"It's not really that hard to get you to do what I want, is it pretty girl?" I ask her softly, skimming my nose down her neck.
She smells so fuckin good, just like the gardenia perfume I told her was my favorite on her. That, mixed with her shea butter lotion, got me damn near drooling so I take a stronger whiff into her smooth chocolate skin.
"You callin me easy, boy?" Her tone missing all the bite it just held.
Her question makes me chuckle but I don't answer with words. Choosing instead to respond by kissing her neck softly, groaning at the way her body immediately responds to me.
Y/n becomes pliant, her head tilting to offer me space to do more. Her small, quiet gasps let me know all that earlier attitude is for show; I know I have my future little wife wrapped around my finger. Thoughts of my submissive woman have me grippin the arms of her chair tight and my dick chubbin up in the bright yellow swim trunks she picked out for me. Fuck, it never takes much for this woman to make me hard as a rock.
She doesn't notice though, her head back and eyes shut tight. Her perfect white teeth start to lightly gnaw on her plump bottom lip as I graduate to adding soft licks in-between my kisses to her delicate skin. That seems to register though, and her hushed noises switch to lusty whimpers and pants.
Those sounds are always music to my ears; love hearing and watching her bask in the way my touch makes her feel. She's so damn vocal, so sensitive to my ministrations.
I pull away reluctantly, standing to my full height to observe my woman. I'm delighted to see my girl staring back up at me with a heaving chest, open mouth and clenching thighs. I pull her sunglasses off and set them by our water bottle.
"Stand up. Towel off." I order abruptly, holding my hand out to her.
"But.. But Andy, I-"
I don't give her a chance to finish as I quickly reach for the hair at her nape with damp fingers and snatching her head back firmly. The silence that follows y/n's surprised gasp satisfies me as I repeat my words and wait for her response. Her quick nodd prompts me to release her and step back, raising my hand again.
She stands at a snail pace, but her cute skittle manicured hands are already untucking the towel and dropping it into my palm. Anxious y/e/c eyes stare at the sand as I asses her fit. The bathing suit wrappin around those luscious curves, MY curves, seductively is NOT the same one momma had laid out on the bed this morning. The sight of my masterpiece in this scrap of cloth has me forgettin where the fuck we are as I grab my cock through my shorts and squeeze.
"You changed your mind.." Is all I can say while leering at every inch of her.
"I ordered it a few years ago, but I could never find the courage to wear it." Y/n confesses, her eyes stuck on her toes digging into the sand.
"What changed?" I ask her curiously, lifting her chin with my index finger.
"You." She answers simply, beautiful eyes finally meeting mine.
Without thinking I press a passionate kiss to my women's deep red painted lips. She moans against my mouth when I hump our hips together repeatedly, pokin the tip of my hard dick against her clit as wrap my arms around her waist and hold her close.
"Your so fuckin amazing in every way, I'm gonna give you my all for the rest of our lives. I love you y/n." I vow when I break the kiss.
I peck her lips once more before spinnin her in a half circle, y/n now standing where I was and me in her place. I turn her to face the water then sit, bringing her to plop in my lap.
Fuck, those fat ass pussy lips feel like heaven against my dick, even through the material. I groan at the sensation of her surroundin me, taking her towel and spread it over us to hide our lower halves. She's havin none of that though, already so fuckin wet that I can feel her soakin through my damp shorts as she leans forward and pops her ass up and down on my clothed cock. The towel drops to the sand as I grip at her waist to steady myself.
"So you really like my bathing suit, Daddy?"
Her alluring tone has me groanin again out loud as I watch her body twist sensually with her head held back. The arch in y/n's spine and the wind blowing layers of her silky hair down her back is nothing short of an epic vision of flawlessness.
"So fuckin much honey. Hands down one of my favorites."
I watch as she reaches for the cloth hiding my prize between her perfect brown thighs and move it to the side. I move at the speed of light to unsheathe my thick dick and offer it to her. Her enticing high pitched moans boom around us as I lewdly stare at the sticky wetness of her pussy glistening in the sun. Cant help but to squeeze at her waist a bit more as my vixen teasingly sliding her pussy up and down my shaft in quick strides.
"Ohhh sh-shit honey, wait-"
But then I'm moaning loud at how my girls swiveling her hips in perfect circles over me, saturating my throbbing dick and balls in her juices. The feeling boiling in my ball sack got me wantin to tell momma to slow down but I wouldn't dream of stoppin this sexy women grindin all over my cock. Her pleading whines for me to fuck her rise in volume still and I gotta tense, abs rippling as I put in real fuckin effort not to bust my nut.
"Daddy put it in! Why won't you fuck meeee?"
Y/n's sobs alone are enough to make me wanna nut on the spot and I'm thinkin I might need to take a page outta babygirls page, beg her to give me a moment of reprieve.
"OK, j-just gimme a sec. Stop movin, momma. Don't wanna cum."
I try to warn her but she's so fuckin desperate for me and I understand why as I notice her rubbing frantic circles on her messy little button. Its unfortunate for me when one of her outta sync thrusts has my tip catchin at her pussy lips and I know I'm screwed. Baby girl's loud ass gasp is way too fuckin gleeful as she forcefully sits on my dick.
"Yeeeees! Gimme my dick, Daddy- lemme have it, pleeeease! Haaaaah fuck! Yesyesyesyes!"
There's not a single thing I can do as my eyes roll back and I immediately start to spurt cum into my future wife. I can't even muster any energy to feel pathetic as I nut gush after gush into her heavenly cavern. It's exhilarating, steals the breath from lungs as my dick pulsates from how her perfect little pussy strangles it.
Serving my woman jerky stabs, I aid her in bouncin ontop of me while she sobs my name. My balls smack against her wetly as she leans back against me, arm reaching out to hold the back of my neck. I abandon my hold at y/n's waist to wrap both arms around her tummy, my right moving farther down to join hers to rub her clit.
The feeling of her seizuring in my lap while squirting against my twitchin cock forces me to spray a couple more jets of cum into that tight little puss. I refuse to stop rubbing between her legs, making my poor girl come hard as fuck with jubilant shouts of my name. Reveling at the clutch on my dick, I praise y/n for being such a good girl.
"That's it honey, I want it all. My special girl deserves this and more. And I'm gonna get it for her. But you gotta come for Daddy first, sweetheart. Cum all over me, y/n. Good girl, such a good fuckin girl."
Shes thanking me enthusiastically, profusely. I can finally cease when the last dose of her love gushes out. A mixture of our cum oozes out around my cock, the breezing cooling the sticky liquid plastering my thighs and balls. I slide a finger throught the mess, writing my initials with the sticky wetness on her trembling thigh. It takes me a second to speak through my heaving breaths to the limp woman laying on my chest.
"Well, I know you only got your hair done yesterday but.. You sure you don't wanna get in the water, sweeetheart?"
My girl can't help but to laugh out loud at my one track mind, jabbing me in the side with a tired elbow.
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babyjakes · 9 months
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event | 5k headcanon party
requested by anon | i have an idea for a comfort fic with daddy Andy and little reader. maybe reader only gets little when she’s stressed out or doesn’t feel good. one day Andy’s working in the home office but reader knocks on the door and is crying, how does he comfort her? thanks!
warnings | sfw regression (daddy!andy and little!reader), reader calls andy “papa” 🥹 (ive been wanting to use this for soooo long hehe), reader is feeling anxious, soft soft sweet daddy andy!!!! 🫶
word count | 257
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ohhhh my goodness andy would be so so so sweet and comforting for his little buggy 🥺 as soon as he sees you through the glass doors of the study, he’s closing his laptop with a concerned look on his face. “honey— hey,” he murmurs worriedly as you enter, clutching your stuffed bunny to your chest with tears in your eyes.
he scoops you right on up into his lap, rubbing your back as you try to wipe away the tears escaping down your cheeks. “my sweet baby girl. what’s going on, hmm? can you tell daddy what’s the matter?”
you clutch your little bunny in your hands, bottom lip wobbling as you try to find your words. “tummy feels scared, papa. c-can we snuggle, please?”
his face is so soft 😤 so tENDER 😤😤as he brushes back your hair, nodding immediately. “of course, sweetheart. you wanna bring your baby bunny and we can go cuddle on the couch?”
you nod, sniffling. “yes please, papa.”
“okay, little one. papa’s got you. c’mon,” he lifts you up, letting you tuck your head into the crook of his neck. he knows how sometimes your anxiety just spikes out of nowhere, and he always wants to hold you and comfort you ‘til you’re able to calm down. “shhh, sweet girl,” he says, continuing to rub your back as he carries you out of the study. “let’s go snuggle, honey. gonna get you feelin’ all better; don’t you worry.”
pppllleaaaseee i loooove soft andy this just means everything to me 😔🫶
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dcllbows · 5 months
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𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩
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pairing | daddy!andy barber x little!reader
summary | you’ve found your favorite way to help your daddy with his grownup work.
warnings | smut, ddlg, riding, unprotected p in v, sooooo soft daddy andy, so much fluff, lots of pet names
notice | my blog is not suitable for those under the age of 18. if that applies to you, please navigate away from this page.
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the large house was quiet, save for your timid steps making the floor creak every so often. you had no idea of the time, but you knew it was way too late for him to be working still. as you padded your way towards his office door, you contemplated turning around, going back to your room, and forcing yourself to go to sleep. after a battle with your thoughts that lasted probably all of a half second, you gathered the courage to give the door a knock.
“come in,” he said. you turned the knob, peeking around the door frame. “come here, pumpkin. what do you need?” he asked softly, taking note of your reserved expression. “can i sit on your lap, dada?” he offered his hand, and you took it, letting him pull you up onto his lap. he situated you facing the desk, one arm wrapped around your waist, and one making notes in his book. his hand gently resting on the inside of your thigh made you squirm slightly.
“you okay, bubba?” he knew what you wanted the minute you stepped into his office; you always got a certain look in your eyes when you were needy. regardless, he wanted to hear you say it. wanted you to come to him when you needed him. your head lay on his shoulder as he pressed kisses to your temple, trying his best to coax what he wanted out of you.
you let out a sigh, pulling his hand to your lace-clad core. “ah-ah, sweetheart. daddy’s not letting you get off that easy. use your words, pretty girl.”
“can you touch my princess parts, daddy?” you whispered, turning your head slightly to catch his eye. “what’s the magic word, baby?” he asked, his face softening as his gaze met yours. “pretty please with a cherry on top?” you pleaded, pupils dilating.
“it must be serious if you’re putting a cherry on top,” he chuckled, “how about this: do you want to help daddy with his grownup work?”
“yes, of course dada!” you gasped. “how can i be of service?” you asked, putting on your best big girl face.
he turned you around to face him. letting you straddle his waist, he led your hand to the waistband of his jet black sweats. “i need you to be my very special helper. can you do that, bubba?” you nodded eagerly. “good girl. now, i need you to reach in and take out daddy’s cock, okay? then i’ll tell you what to do next.”
you tugged down his pants slightly, his boxer briefs coming with them. as he kicked his pants off his ankles, you moved to stroke him, but his hand stopped you. “did i tell you to do that?” he asked, his tone authoritative but still with a hint of softness.
“sorry, daddy.” you replied shyly. “it’s alright, baby. you just have to make sure to be a good listener, like we always talk about. can you do that for me, angel?” you pressed a kiss to andy’s cheek as you nodded again.
“good girl,” he repeated, “now what i want you to do is let daddy put his cock in your special place.”
“gonna feel good, dada?” you asked as andy pressed soft kisses to your jaw, moving down your neck. “it’s gonna feel so good, baby. gonna feel so good in your tight little pussy.” he grabbed your hips and swiftly lifted you, gently lowering you down on his cock. you whimpered as he buried himself in you. “look who’s soaking wet for me.” he said, raising an eyebrow.
you rested your head on his shoulder as he began to do his work again. “feels good, daddy.”
“you’re taking me so good, angel. bein’ such a perfect girl for me.” you let out a soft whimper every now and then, when he would shift in position. while the fact that andy was inside of you was exhilarating, the warmth of his skin and his hand rubbing your back was making you tired. “daddy?” you raised your head from his shoulder.
“what is it, baby?” he searched your face.
“i’m sleepy.” you whined, lowering your head a little so your cheek was touching his. rubbing your back, he murmured, “why don’t we get you upstairs, babydoll?” he kissed you softly as you began to moan in protest, those moans quickly turning to sounds of desire.
“don’t wanna go upstairs, daddy. wanna play with you.” you stated breathily, grinding your hips against his.
“my pretty girl wants to come on daddy’s cock, hmm?” you nod profusely, gripping his shoulders as you rode him. “ride me just like that, pumpkin. tell me when you’re close, okay baby?”
“okay, daddy.” your words were mangled by your moans, which turned more strangled and breathy as you quickened your pace. you used andy’s neck to muffle your sweet sounds, moving closer to him and allowing the gap between your bodies to close.
“jesus christ, cupcake. that pussy’s so fuckin' sloppy. you getting close?” you nodded, whimpering. he reached down between the two of you and rubbed your clit. “your little button must be so sensitive, huh bunny? barely given it any attention.”
“gonna come, dada. i’m gonna come.” you fell apart on his cock, going limp and leaving it to him to hold your weight. “you’re gonna make daddy come too, squeezing me like that.” he released inside of you, moaning gruffly in your ear.
as you both came down from your highs, you sighed heavily into the other’s neck. “‘m sleepy, dada.” you whispered.
“i know, bubba. why don’t i take you upstairs and we can get some sleep?” you nodded meekly as andy scooped you up and began to carry you up the stairs.
you arrived to yours and andy’s shared room. he set you down on the bed, grabbing wipes from the nightstand drawer. “gotta make sure your princess parts are nice and clean, okay babybug?”
once he finished cleaning you, he climbed into bed with you. the covers engulfed you both as you tucked your body into his arms, his intoxicating cologne making you sleepy. “you smell good, daddy.”
“thank you, buttercup. it’s time to go to sleep, though.” he kissed your cheek.
“night night, dada. i love you.”
“i love you, babydoll. goodnight.”
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bunnyscraft · 2 years
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What about Andy Barber with a cheating / getting back at kink
Like he knows Laurie is cheating on him so he turns to you
Dark!Andy Barber x Younger!Reader | Guilty
Bunny’s Note : oooo spicy !! Always love some dark!Andy Barber !! Hope you enjoy this one <3
Warnings : slight! dub-con, darkish!Andy, cheating, daddy kink, oral (f receiving), inexperienced!Reader, mean!Andy, slight misogyny, BIG AGE GAP !!
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Andy’s pov:
I’d made it two steps into the pristine seemingly empty home before I heard it—the obnoxiously loud ringing of my wife’s phone. The shrill sound of the speaker shouldn’t have irritated me more than the reason for the call.
I knew who it was. Who he was.
Laurie’s feet thumped down the hallway—always quick to pick up the unknown caller or send it straight to voicemail before mumbling on about annoying telemarketers and asking how my day was.
I knew what she was doing.
I watched as her chipped red nails flipped the device over—screen now flat against the cold expensive marble that stood in the middle of our kitchen. “Oh! Ands—baby,” she faked surprise, moving around the counter to conduct our mandatory kiss. What once used to be the most exciting part of my day—I was about to get laid—now blended in with my other daily duties.
It’s Thursday—take out the trash.
Don’t forget to schedule with the groomer.
Take a handful of vitamins because apparently—I am now old.
Kiss cheating wife.
Go to work.
She leaned in, kissed the corner of my mouth as quickly as one could. I didn’t bother to return it and she didn’t bother to care—no she only continued to clamber around the kitchen searching for her bag and shoes and whatever else she’d need for her night out of pretending she wasn’t a mother and wasn’t in her mid forties and definitely wasn’t a married woman sleeping with drunk men in their twenties.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, babe. Sorry it’s such short notice—you know Susan can’t bake it all without me. She’ll definitely need my help with the bake sale and—” Laurie rambled on, picking up her phone and anxiously tapping through it.
She seemed to have forgotten that Susan didn’t know shit about baking and that our son, who was now a senior in high school, was possibly a little too old to have a mother host a bake sale for him.
All of these things—the bullshit lies and the shifty behavior—should have hurt me. Maybe they should have triggered a sort of dominance in me to protect my family or confront my wife. But no, in moments like these, I felt nothing.
“Oh and y/n is here—upstairs with Jacob.” She revealed—voice laced with annoyance. “You make sure she doesn’t try anything on him—she dresses like some kind of slutty-church girl. It’s weird and I don’t want that kind of influence around him. Especially right now.”
I had to bite back a smirk. It was almost comical—her calling you a slut, not that I’d disagree.
Y/n was a cute little thing—always smiling and offering to help when she’d find me covered in grass and dirt—dripping with sweat from working meticulously on our perfect suburban yard. She’d always stand there in some little sundress that would barely reach her knees and pristine white socks—obviously not dressed for the job but always ready to help old Mr. Barber out.
I’d never let her—dirtying a little thing like that wasn’t what I had in mind. Instead, like the old pervert I’ve grown into, I’d have her run inside the house for me for water—just to watch the little sway of her ass as she turned to do what I said, then ogle at the bounce of her tits when she’d skip back.
I’ll admit—I was a creep, I am a creep, but she had a slutty side to her.
Every now and then i’d jolt awake to the flash of y/n’s headlights shining through my window in the peak hours of the night—my bed uncomfortably empty. Were you like Laurie, y/n?Spending long nights out—lying and hiding about where and what you had been doing, either to your absent parents or doting boyfriend?
I had decided that that’s what she was: a little desperate slut—eager for the attention of an older man. It made me feel better to think of y/n this way. It kept me from focusing on those times when her soft laugh stuck a little too long in my head or when her comforting squeezes to my shoulder caused more than just a slight hard-on.
They caused emotions to spill.
I had written it all out in my head—a story on what this oblivious girl was really like.
You were easy—an easy little girl who was desperate for any form of male attention. Sure I didn’t really have enough evidence to back this claim, but I would stand by it.
Thats probably why you, once again, were helping Jacob prepare for his final exams—my son seemed to be under your spell too.
“Yeah sure.” I grunted, though Laurie was already more than halfway to the door, fidgeting anxiously with her keys.
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Hours later—Laurie was gone. Empty goodbyes exchanged and forgotten. Andy was now on the couch—he’d not even bothered to rid himself of his button up and slacks for pajamas. His suit jacket hung over the couch and his white button up laid untucked and wrinkled against his torso as he apathetically listened to the news.
He’d stay like this—still and unfeeling until he had the energy to do it all again. At least Laurie didn’t require him to be fake—no she simply accepted that he accepted her infidelity and that if she were to comment on his behavior it would only backfire on her forcing them both into that ever looming, uncomfortable, conversation.
Andy had just began to zone out fully, the commercial for LED sprinkler lights turning into white noise—when the soft taps of feet sounded from the stairs. Your soft hums surrounding him in a sirens call—a warning of his inevitable fate.
His breathing became rigged—his eyes sealed shut as if he were an animal playing dead, hoping you’d walk right past him and out the front door—because if you didn’t, he knew he’d become just like Laurie. He knew he would no longer have the right to be bitter.
He would be just as guilty—thus no longer having the upper hand.
The smell of your floral-y perfume began to surround him. Sweet and warm—just what a girl like you should be—and it caused him to tightly grip the expensive leather couch.
“Mr. Barber? I know you’re awake~” You’d giggled. Andy had sensed your presence had gotten closer—he assumed you had now been standing directly in front of him—probably twirling your hair like some sick-man’s favorite porn star, giving him those big alien-fuckdoll ‘fuck me’ eyes.
“Mr. Barber? a-are you okay? you’ve been down here for a few hours and—” you’d carried on worriedly. Andy’s eyes finally cracked open—you were worried about him. And it had caused Andy to swoon.
Taking you in, he began to realize you’d looked nothing like he expected you to, well besides the checkered skirt and teddy bear soft sweater, no instead of alien-fuckdoll-pornstar, you looked worried. Your smaller soft hands fidgeted with each other and your eyebrows pulled together from nerves. Andy felt the strong urge to grab you—pull you into him and hold you until your concern suffocated him. Not that Andy had felt love, real love, in such a long time—but a small voice was gnawing at him to give it to you.
When you had gotten no response you moved closer—now standing between his spread legs, watching as his emotionless eyes darted across your face. So you tried again. “Mr. Barber I really think you should go to bed—or eat something. Andy—”
“You think I need to go to bed?” Andy asked, his eyes not giving way to his intentions. His voice was gruff—and tired. It made you nervous.
“I-I do, Sir.”
Andy hummed at your response, as if thinking it over. A darkness emitting from his actions.
“No. No, I don’t need that. Figure something else out. What do I really need y/n?” Andy urged, not bothering to hide his smirk and not really caring that he let you see. You looked so scared—worried for him but so so scared.
“I know you’re a smart girl, honey. Go on—show me what I need.” He urged, thick thighs spreading Knowing—hoping you’d get the hint.
You swallowed harshly. You weren’t oblivious to sex, you weren’t a virgin. But you’d never slept with someone so much older than you, someone married, and you had never even been able to cum or even sucked a cock before. Yet, you were curious—would he be gentle with you?
Slowly you sank down, the dark rug scraping against your knees surely leaving burns. Being eye-level with his bulge but refusing to look towards it.
Andy’s heart swelled with pride at how well you obeyed. “That’s all it takes, Honey? Just need a’ man to be a’ little bit bossy and you’re happy to be on your knees.” He belittled, watching as your puffy cheeks flushed red. “Go on then, baby, take daddy’s cock out. We both know that’s what you’re here for.”
A pathetic whine crawled it’s way up your throat and passed through your lips before you could catch it��adding onto your embarrassment. Shakily you moved to unbutton his slacks, fingers lightly brushing against the outline of his cock. Andy groaned at the sight of you—Your pretty eyes well up with salty tears, pouty bottom lip caught by your teeth, trying to free his cock without actually touching it.
For a moment Andy thought—No you couldn’t possibly—
“Honey,” Andy drawled, taking your dainty hands in his. His touch and tone suddenly much softer. “Has a man ever gotten you on your knees like this, Honey?”
Suddenly heat flooded your being—either from embarrassment or excitement or both. You quickly hid away from his questioning eyes, afraid to tell him that: No, you hadn’t ever been on your knees for a man before.
Andy’s thumb began to rub small shapes around your hands. Soothing you as he waited for an answer before realizing that the younger girl in front of him hadn’t. He felt as if he’d struck gold—the universe was giving him what he rightfully deserved.
“Look at me, Baby.” He commanded, grasping you chin, tilting your head up. “Answer me this time—has a man ever gotten on his knees for you, Honey?” He didn’t miss the way your thighs began to shake, just slightly.
“I-I…I don’t know what you…No. No sir—”
A savage growl ripped through the room and before you knew it—you were sprawled out on the couch, pillow under your head, and Andy between your thighs.
“Fuck baby,” He groaned, taking in your wetness that had by now ruined the delicate fabric of your panties, “Daddy’s gonna eat this little pussy, m’kay, baby? Then when daddy’s done,” he paused, leaving starved kisses and bites along the insides of your thighs. “You’re gonna gonna take me—lemme claim you, honey”
His words had your head spinning. Here you were, about to let a man twice your age, a married man, eat you out on his couch. Andy’s hands moved up your thighs, leaving little excited tingles, before settling on your hips. “Fuck. These little panties are so fucking cute, Honey.” He admired, tugging at the little black bow that sat above the white lace. “Andy don’t-" you tried to stop him from ripping the lace, because you too thought they were cute, only to receive a harsh strike to the outside of your thigh. “Don’t go dumb on me already, little girl. I told you to call me something, not any of this ‘Andy’ bullshit.” Before you could even muster an ‘I’m sorry Daddy’ he was ripping them down your thighs, before diving into your pussy.
The sounds spilling from his mouth mixed with your own wetness was so obscene it had you shuffling away from the embarrassment, only for his left hand to land on your tummy, firmly holding you in place. “God—fuck I should have done this a long fucking time ago,” he said between breaths, “could have been in this pretty pussy instead of waiting on my goddamn whore of a wife.”
His wife. Oh god his fucking wife. “a-andy we c-cant! what if l-laurie walks in?” you tremble, terrified of being caught with your friend’s—father’s face between your thighs by said friend’s mother. Your protest only seem to egg him on. A pleasantly painful burn making its appearance on your skin—due to the friction of his beard.
“Laurie,” Andy spits, “doesn’t fucking matter.” His words are harsh. And a part of you hurts for Laurie, but that hurt quickly vanishes as your visions begins to fuzz and tummy begins to tighten—suddenly all you can focus on is the impending approach—not your guilt. Your thighs clamp around Andy’s head, and he welcomes the pressure—happy to be making his girl feel her first real orgasm. He even chuckles when they begin to shake.
“You gonna cum, little girl? Cum on daddy’s tongue?” He patronizes, fingers harshly flicking your bud before he begins to fuck you with his tongue.
“a-andy! I think—It feels funny—im gonna,”
“Say it, baby. Tell daddy you’re gonna cum.”
“Im cumming, Daddy!”
Your hands tightly grasp his brown locks as stars begin to cloud your eyes. Crying out a series of whines and ‘thank you Daddy’’s. The sensitivity of it all becoming too much as his tongue laps up your slick.
You had never experienced something so intensely before—your body was giving out, ready to fall into a warm sleep.
That is—until his dark chuckles began to surround your hazzy mind.
“I tire you out, honey?” He laughed, leaning over your smaller frame. “Can’t believe you’ve been starving me of this cute little body.”
His fingers were gentle—lightly tracing the teeth marks he’d left along the inside of your thigh. They hurt and were still very fresh but you found his touch comforting—almost sweet.
“a-andy? can I ask you something?” Your soft voice broke through the silence.
Andy hummed, blue eyes intense but encouraging you to continue.
“Andy…can you kiss me?”
In that moment he knew. He knew you couldn’t just be a simple fuck. Or some simple slut he used to take his marital frustrations out on.
You had a future so different from his present—and he was willing to use everything at his disposal to solidify that it was with him.
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sarahdonald87 · 2 months
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Chapter One - This is Everett James
Everett was always the black sheep of the family and after an abusive relationship, she’s trying to find her place in the world. Andy is trying to start his life over after the loss of his son and his divorce. Will she light up the darkness hanging over him? Will he quiet her mind and free her from her past? Together, they will find out what true love and happiness are supposed to be.
Pairing: Andy Barber/Everett James, Andy Barber/OFC
Warnings: There will be explicit language, mentions of past abuse, and references to death. (This is a blend of the book and the series.) Daddy kink. Eventual smut (Maybe? If I can write it). Minors DNI. You are responsible for the content you consume. 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2094
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“Hey, Andy. I’m so sorry. Everett will be here any second. I still can’t believe that the guy I hired bailed at the last minute.” Claire was so worried that the ex-ADA would think she was unprofessional and want to scrap the photoshoot. All she wanted to do was update the firm’s website to include its newest addition, Andrew Barber, and things were already going wrong.
“Don’t worry,” he replied, scratching his chin. He had been through makeup thirty minutes ago and any other day, would have been angry at the delay. But today, he was in no rush. He was still getting used to his new life as a defense attorney and his new law firm. Andy appreciated this pause in his hectic schedule of clients and trials.
“Oh my god finally! Claire yelled and wrapped her arms around a woman Andy couldn’t fully see.
“Finally? You called me, like, forty-five minutes ago,” Everett said laughing. “Where can I set up? I just need a few minutes to set up a light and my computer.” Claire directed her into one of the conference rooms and Everett dropped to a crouch, grabbing a camera and lens then rigging up the computer. As she stood up, she saw Andy and froze. “Claire,” she said through clenched teeth, “That’s Andy Barber.”
“Didn’t you know that he joined the firm? We’re just getting all of the new promo stuff ready so clients know the whole team,” Claire said with a shit-eating grin. “It will be like thirty minutes and you’re out. I was desperate and I just needed a functioning photographer, Ev.”
“Wow. Thanks for really appreciating my abilities and art.” Everett bumped Claire with her shoulder with a smirk. “Okay let’s get this over with.”
The hired photographer was hungover and didn’t care that they had scheduled this a month ago. Not wanting to reschedule, Claire called the only person she knew could help. Everett loved taking pictures so she saw this as a challenge. She just wasn’t expecting to spend the day in her family’s law firm, taking headshots for a rather infamous lawyer. It was daunting but she pressed on.
Everyone took their places. Claire gave a quick explanation of the vibe they were going for and Everett got to work. She was very nervous giving Andy directions but did her best to seem confident. She was not a professional photographer in the sense that she did photoshoots and marketing promotional things. She was an artist and experimental photographer but Claire was her sister-in-law and Everett could tell by the panic in her voice this morning that she was desperate.
Claire was checking on the shots as they came through Everett’s computer and once she deemed the shoot a success, she hugged Everett and thanked her. “Seriously, you saved me. You-know-who would have killed me if we rescheduled this and I promise you I will get you the full amount fucking Brian was going to be paid.”
“Don’t worry about it, Claire. I don’t care. I’m just here to help. Plus you know he will never pay me for this.” Claire had seen the face Everett was making more times than she could count but she didn’t care. “Fine, then I’ll get Sheila to make the cheque out something else and ‘He’ will never know.” Claire laughed as she made air quotes around “He.”
“Does he even know I’m here today?” Everett wondered out loud.
“No. He and Tony are both in court right now so you have nothing to worry about.”
Everett nodded her acknowledgement, all while staring at Andy. She hadn’t been able to take her eyes off him since she walked in. He was tall and muscular. He commanded the room without even trying. His blue eyes pierced her camera on every shot she took. A hand waved in front of her face, bringing her back into reality.
“Hey, Everett. Are you still here?” Claire asked before dragging Everett over to Andy, who had been sitting at the big wooden conference table and staring out the window as he waited for further instructions.
“I’m such an idiot, Mr.Barber. We were running late and I didn’t want to keep you too long. I forgot to introduce you to our photographer today. This is Everett James.” Everett had a tiny smile on her face as she stuck her hand out towards Andy.
“James? Everett James,” he repeated. “Is it weird that your name is almost identical to two of the lawyers here… at James and James Law?” Andy questioned with a smirk and a flick of his eyebrow as he shook her hand.
“Well, in most cases it would be but since one is my father and the other is my little brother, it actually makes a lot of sense.” Everett realized she was still holding onto Andy’s hand. His very large hand and she wiggled hers free, crossing her arms and chewing on her cheek.
“A photographer in a family of lawyers? That sounds like there’s an interesting story there,” Andy said. He was immediately intrigued by Everett as soon as she walked in. He thought she was beautiful. She looked so at ease with a camera in her hand. Considering the last few years of his life, he had been desperate to breathe again and she was like a breath of fresh air.
Everett sighed, not wanting to go into her history but instead changing the subject. “Do you mind if I take a couple more shots?” She gestured to Andy while looking to Claire for approval.
“I know we have some great ones locked in so whatever you think,” Claire replied while turning to Andy. “As long as Mr. Barber has the time, I don’t mind,”
“I don’t have any plans for the rest of the day. I was just going to try to look busy at my new desk so this is fine with me,” Andy winked at Claire. “And I’ve told you before, Claire, it’s Andy. Just Andy.”
“Yes, Mr. Barber,” Claire said defiantly then looked at Everett. “I’m going to head back to my desk. Come by when you’re done.” Claire made her exit, leaving Everett and Andy alone.
Everett smiled and dug out a different camera from her bag. Andy had never seen such a camera before and was intrigued.
“What kind of camera is that? It’s very different from what you were just using.” He looked genuinely interested. Everett was confused at first, Andy actually seeming to want to know. Most people glazed over any time she started talking about cameras and film
“Ah ah, It’s a Mamiya 645. It’s a medium format, like 120mm film?” Everett poses it as a question to see if Andy understands. “It’s from 1977. It’s one of my babies. Medium format film creates such a dreamy look to the photographs. It’s one of my favourite formats to develop.”
Everett’s eyes went wide when she realized she was rambling. “Sorry. Camera nerd. I could talk your ear off about film and cameras but yeah anyway. I was just thinking a couple of black and white shots might be great to have.”
Andy gestured for her to go ahead, leaning back in his chair and trying to give his best ‘lawyer face.’ Everett moved around him, her hand gliding swiftly over the camera, changing settings he didn’t understand. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her work. He could tell she felt much more comfortable with this camera and in this more relaxed mood.
Everett took a few more frames and stood up. “Thanks. Really.” She said with a smile and started to pack up her gear. “I’ll check if the digital shots need any touch-ups and once I develop these,” Everett waved the Mamiya at Andy before placing it in the bag, “I’ll scan and send everything over to Claire. Then you can pick your favourite for the website and whatever else Claire wants to paste your face on.” Everett couldn’t help but laugh, knowing Claire’s marketing techniques for the firm. “Thanks again” She waved and walked out, heading over to Claire’s desk.
Before Andy could follow, a paralegal whose name he couldn’t remember came over and flooded him with questions on a case. He nodded and tried to pay attention to the poor kid, probably fresh out of law school but he just wanted to talk to Everett again. At least to say goodbye or something. When he saw her heading for the lobby, he knew he had to go after her.
“Hey, can you meet me in my office in ten minutes? We’ll go over everything then.” He pushed past the paralegal and ran for the door.
“Everett!” he called out from the front step. Everett froze, hearing his booming voice behind her. She turned around just as he stepped next to her. “Sorry. That was loud.” He laughed. “Could you send me the pictures directly?” Andy asked, knowing it probably sounded weird. He just didn’t want her to leave. Not yet.
“Oh. I was just going to send them to Claire since she handles the website and stuff. She can share them with you.” Everett was starting to panic. Why was he talking to her? She started to walk away.
Andy knew he was screwing this up. “Sure. Yeah. That makes sense.” He stood there with his hands on his hips trying to think of something. He was always so confident in everything he did and this woman already had him on the hook, acting stupid. “Hey, sorry. I heard Claire mention you don’t usually do headshots and stuff. What do you normally photograph, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Everett felt butterflies in her stomach but tried to remain calm. “I call it art but most of the people in your firm don’t call it anything,” she said with a huff.
“I would love to see more sometime. Do you have a studio?” Andy had never felt so lame in his life. Not even when he was in university and trying to woo Laurie. This was different. He was nervous and excited.
“Yes. I do but it’s not really for viewing purposes.” Everett was desperate to make the conversation end even though she didn’t want to leave. “I have a show coming up on the weekend if you want to come.” She rifled around in her bag, shoving a paper at him. “Well, it’s actually in SoHo in New York so you obviously won’t come but my website and socials are on there if you want to look.” She walked away as fast as she could knowing her face was red with embarrassment. She didn’t know what was happening but she knew Andy wasn’t into her and she was flustered and needed to get out of there.
After dumping her bag in the trunk, she heard her phone beep. Once settled in the driver’s seat, she pulled out her phone to see a new text message from Claire.
C - So, what were you and Andy talking about? 😉*
Everett laughed at her nosey sister-in-law and headed home.
Everett’s mind was racing from the day and Claire’s message. Andy wouldn’t be interested in her, would he? Why would he be? They had just met and spoke barely two words to each other. He was also a lawyer with a wild past and she didn’t want to have anything to do with the family business. She didn’t belong in that world. Her ex, Trevor, reminded her of that constantly, as did her father. No. Everett was sure she was being silly and Andy Barber was just being nice since she was the boss’ daughter.
The rest of the evening was spent freaking out about the day and her upcoming show. Everett’s anxiety was getting the best of her so she headed into the darkroom. The main reason she bought her loft was the spare room that was easily turned into a dark room. With all of the techniques she used, she had long outgrown typical development labs and only did it herself now. Back in university and certainly during the rough days with Trevor, spending time in the darkroom was like meditation for Everett. The red light, the quietness. It was her sanctuary.
Developing the pictures of Andy brought a smile to her face. Knowing his past, like everyone in the city and neighbouring towns, Everett could still see a glimmer and light in his eyes. She wondered what else was behind those dark blue eyes.
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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!
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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."
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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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