#Lumberjack!Andy Barber x reader

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

Weekend away... Andy Barber x reader one shot

(The Florist next-door Part 17)

This is a oneshot that can be read as Part 17 or on its own.

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, male masterbation, graphic details of homemade porn, use of nicknames (daddy, sweetheart, baby), oral (f-receiving), outdoors sex, technically cheating, sexy lumberjack Andy

"Andy!" You called out from the kitchen. "Andy, come quick!"

Andy quickly ran down the stairs as fast as he could, being careful not to trip. "What? What's wrong?" He asked in a slight panic as he ran up to you. "Y'kay?"

You nodded grinning at him, "Give me your hands." You held yours out for his.

Andy raised his eyebrow as he did as you asked. "Why?"

"Just wait." You giggled as you placed his large hands over the curve of your swollen belly and laid yours over his.

Andy's eyes widened as he felt something tap against his hand. "Wow... He's really in there." His eyes filled with tears as he smiled at you.

"Or she." You reminded him making him roll his eyes playfully. Your eyes lit up as Jacob walked into the room. "Jacob, come feel."

He raised his eyebrow at you, "Seriously?"

You nodded, grabbing his hand and pulled him towards you and his dad.

He let out a huff as he let you put his hand on your belly next to Andy's. "What am I-" Jacob quickly snatched his hand back. "That's weird."

"Jacob," Andy tutted as you chuckled. "It's not weird. That's your baby brother or sister in there."

Jacob nodded. "We're being kicked by another human from the inside of, Y/N. It's weird."

"Huh..." You looked at Andy, "He has a point."

Andy nodded, "Yeah... It's weird."

You shared a look with each other before the three of you burst out laughing.

Andy suddenly woke, his dream quickly fading away as he looked around the room he was in and remembered where he was.

His dream had felt so real, he almost missed it. He'd never thought about having another kid, Jacob was always enough, but since the two of you admitted your feelings for one another, he'd felt himself craving it. He wanted to have a family with you. He wanted Jacob to be a big brother. He wanted to see Jacob roll his eyes as his little brother or sister annoyed him. Andy knew Jacob would secretly love it but he wouldn't let on, just like he does whenever Andy wants to spend time with him.

He smiled to himself as he watched you sleep peacefully beside him.

When the two of you arrived the previous afternoon, Andy was worried that perhaps he hadn't picked the right cabin.

It was somewhere up the side of a mountain, surrounded by trees and although it was on the smaller side, it was still luxurious. It had a hot tub on the deck, a big claw foot bath tub and big fireplaces the required a lot of wood chopping. But when he saw how your eyes lit up as you spun around to face him, he knew he made the right decision.

This weekend was about the pair of you relaxing and just being a couple, being able to forget about everything else that wasn't in that cabin for a couple of days.

Andy decided since it was still early he'd make you breakfast before waking you,letting you sleep as long as possible. You deserved it after he tired you out.

The pair of you were at it like rabbits yesterday, the excitement of being alone getting the better of you.

Andy shook his head with a soft chuckle as he thought back.

You brought out a side of him that he thought had died a long time ago. The two of you had had more sex in the past few weeks than he and Laurie had had in the last few years.

He felt like a young man again with you. Sure he wasn't that old but he was still nearly forty. Laurie had made him feel empty and trapped. With you, he felt loved and wanted, needed by someone who couldn't keep their hands to themselves just as much as he couldn't.

Andy looked down at you as you shifted in bed, moaning softly as the bed covers fell down and revealed your bare breasts. God, you were beautiful. Andy moved his hand down to his hardening cock and gave it a soft palm.

Have some control, Barber. The poor girl will be sore after last night.

With a deep sigh and a hard on, Andy hoped out of bed with his cell in his hand and went into the bathroom deciding to have a shower to calm himself down before he headed down to make breakfast.

With the door shut and the shower running, Andy opened his cell and found the folder that was hidden away. It contained all the pictures and videos he had of the two of you together. Not that he needed any help getting himself off, his imagination was more than enough but he couldn't help himself. He loved hearing your beautiful noises.

Andy hopped into the shower once he'd propped his cell up facing the shower with a video of you on all fours and your ass in the air.

Andy was fucking you hard and fast from behind, your cunt (that he'd already spent ages eating out like a man starved) was practically sucking his cock back in, begging to be full as he shoved his thumb into your asshole with one hand and recorded everything with the other hand. You were using one hand to rub your clit as you moaned like a whore.

"That's it... Taking my cock so well... You gonna be my good girl?... You gonna let daddy fill you up?... Hmm? Gonna let daddy fuck you full of cum?"

Andy leaned against the glass of the shower as the hot water ran over his broad shoulders and back, his mouth fell open as he pumped his cock in time with the video.

"Fuck," Andy moaned as he watched himself on the pull all the way out of your pussy to reveal your abused hole before he shoved his cock back in making you cry out in pleasure.

Andy's head fell back as he thought about how it feels to be inside of you.

He moaned deeply, using his other hand to fondle his balls as he twisted his hand around his cock. "Oh, fuck..."

Andy's eyes flicked over to his cell as he heard himself cry out in pleasure.

Andy moaned along with himself as he came over his hand, his eyes glued to his screen.

Andy pulled his cock out of you with a breathy chuckle. "Look at that. Fucking beautiful..." His cum leaked out of your hole before he brushed his fingers against you, scooping his cum up and pushing it back inside you making you moan loudly.

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"Do you know how to do this?" You asked Andy as the two of you stood outside where the fire wood was kept.

This morning you were woken up by the smell of a delicious breakfast in bed brought to you by an equally delicious looking Andy. After the pair of you laid in bed and ate breakfast (with the occasional make-out) you dressed for the day before heading outside. You went for a walk around the small woods that was by the cabin before Andy said he should chop some more fire wood before it rained.

"Yes, I do." Andy nodded.

"Really? So, you chop a lot of wood during your cases?" You asked playfully.

Andy let out a soft sigh as he looked at you. "Believe it or not, I did go camping with my buddies from college. Had to chop wood then, even built fires."

You nodded, "Okay... So why couldn't you put the tent up in the garden then?" You asked trying not to laugh.

Andy sighed again, "Things weren't as complicated back then, okay?"

"Sure. I get it... Back then you probably used sticks and leaves to make shelter, right? Or lived in a cave." You giggled.

Andy put his hands on his hips as he glared at you, "Do you want a spanking? 'Cause I'll happily give you one out here."

You held your hands up, "Sorry, I'll behave."

Andy hummed not quite believing you. He grabbed a log from the pile and placed it on top of the stump where the axe was resting against then picked up the axe.

Your mouth fell open as you watched Andy swing his arms around and smash the axe into the log, splitting it in two. Your lumberjack Andy fantasy was coming true right in front of you. You but your bottom lip as you continued to watch Andy, it was way hotter than you thought it would be.

You watched him repeat the job a few times before you cleared your throat, folding your arms across your chest as you watched him, "You really can chop wood."

Andy smirked as he looked up at you, "Want to have a go?"

You scoffed, "There's no way in hell, I can do that without chopping my foot off." You said.

Andy chuckled putting the axe down and held his hand out to you. "Come here. I'll help."

You let out a heavy sigh and crossed your arms. Took Andy's hand and let him guide you to stand in front of him.

He put his hands on your hips, "Okay, put your feet a little wider, like that..." Andy then took the axe and held it in front of you. "Now, wrap your hands around it, one there... One there," He placed hands overs yours, lifting the axe so it was in front of you.

His thick arms were wrapped around you, his whole body caging you in as he pressed himself against you.

You gasped as Andy rubbed his cock against your ass cheeks. "Andy," You giggled as he dropped his face against the side of your neck and began to kiss you. "I thought you were going to teach me-oh, god," You moaned as he lightly bit and sucked your neck.

He chuckled, "I am," He kissed your cheek before clearing his throat. "Okay... Were gonna lift on three... one, two, three," You raised your arms in the air with Andy before bringing the axe down and smashing it into the log.

Andy took the axe from you as you began jumping up and down in celebration. He shook his head with a chuckle, sticking the axe into the stump as he watched you.

"That was awesome." You threw your arms around his neck and kissed him.

"You can have a go on your own if you like." Andy said as he placed his hands on your waist.

You shook your head. "I'm good."

"Okay..." Andy nodded. "Well, how about we make your fantasy come true?" He asked with a playful smirk. His hands moving down over the curve of your ass and giving it a squeeze.

"It's pretty much come true already." You but your bottom lip as he leaned in and kissed your cheek.

Andy hummed, moving his lips down your neck, "What about the fucking against a tree part?" He smirked against your throat.

Your breath caught as Andy began to run his tongue over your pulse. "What if... Someone, sees?" You moaned softly.

"We're the only people round, sweetheart. And I know the perfect spot." He reached up with his left hand and cupped your face, pressing his lips against yours.

Andy took your hand before he lead you around the side of the cabin. He turned off the little path into the trees, guiding you through until he stopped walking.

"Look," He pointed through the trees, pulling you to stand in front of him.

You gasped, your breath being taken away by the beautiful view. "Wow," You smiled, "It's... Beautiful."

Andy rested his chin on your shoulder as wrapped his arms around you from behind. "Yeah... It's is." He smiled at you as you turned around to look at him.

You pushed yourself up on your tiptoes as you wrapped your rms around his neck and pressed your lips against his softly, "It's the perfect spot." You whispered.

Andy smiled down at you as he cupped your face and kissed you again. "Stand back, sweetheart." He whispered.

You nodded and moved back until your back pressed against a tree.

Andy dropped to his knees in front of you with a smirk as he hooked his fingers into the waist band of your leggings and pulled them down your thighs. You bit your bottom lip as you watched Andy look up at you.

"No panties?" He raised his eyebrow at you.

You shook your head with a small giggle.

Andy shook his head with a soft chuckle, "Naughty girl."

You let out a gasp as Andy leaned forwards and threw your leg over his shoulder and pressed his face between your thighs.

You moaned softly as you ran your fingers through his hair. "Oh, Andy..." Your mouth fell open as he sucked tour clit before running his tongue up your slit. "Oh God!" You cried out as he pushed his tongue inside of you.

"S'good," He moaned against you.

You moaned deeply as Andy shook his head side to side, fucking you with his tongue as his fingers dug into the globes of your ass.

Your toes curled as Andy sucked on your clit, working your until you were coming with a scream all over his face. If it wasn't for him holding you against the tree you'd have fallen down for sure.

Andy unhooked your leg and slowly stood up with a grin. He let his hands trail up your sides, raising your shirt as they did until your breast were on show. Your head fell back with a deep moan as Andy fondled them, licking and sucking one pebbled nipple before moving on to the other.

He pulled back from you with pop and smirked, "You okay, sweetheart?"

You nodded taking on deep breaths. "I'm good." You smiled up at him with a soft chuckle.

Andy reached up and cupped your face as he pressed a loving kiss against your lips. You moaned at your taste in his tongue as he deepened the kiss.

Andy quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down, "Turn around, sweetheart," He said before giving you a quick peck.

You let out a small giggle turned around to face the tree. Andy gripped your hips and pulled your ass out as he kicked your legs apart with his foot.

"That's it," Andy said as he took a hold of his thick cock and ran the leaky tip through your wet folds. He bit hit bottom lip as the head if his cock filled your hole.

"Don't tease, Andy, please." You whined.

Andy did as you wanted and slowly pushed the rest if his cock inside of you. You both moaned in unison as your warm cunt engulfed his cock.

His hands gripped your hips as he bottomed out. "Fuck," He grunted, feeling you clenched around him.

Andy began to move, making you moan with each stroke if his cock.

"That's it," He groaned, "Takin' my cock s'good." Andy brought his right hand down on your ass cheek making you cry out. He picked up the pace a little as he used the same hand to slide back under your shirt to grope your breast.

Your head fell back with a high pitched moan as Andy pinched your nipple and fucked you a little deeper.

"Fuck! Baby, you close?" Andy grunted as your cunt squeezed his cock.

You nodded whimpering. "Harder, Andy, please." You moaned pushing your ass back to meet him.

"Fahk-" Andy let go of your breast and slid his hand down your stomach until his fingers pressed against your clit. "Come on, baby. Cum for me." He rubbed your clit as he fucked you harder and fast making you cry out. "Oh, shit," Andy's mouth fell open as he felt you cum around his cock.

Andy moved forwards, resting his left hand beside your head in the tree, caging you in with his broad shoulders and arms so his weight pressed into you. He kissed your neck softly as he began to fuck you from a new angle, his fingers still rubbing your clit in circles.

You moaned, babbling incoherent words as you wrapped your arm around him, digging your nails into his backside.

He pressed his forehead against your temple and whispered, "I love you, Y/N."

You reached up with your arm and threaded your fingers through his hair as you turned head to look at him. "I love you too, Andy." You crashed your lips against his in a hungry passionate kiss as a third orgasm ripped through you.

Andy stilled, holding you against the tree as he too came, your mouth claiming his moans as the pair of you continued to kiss, neither of you aware of the rain that had slowly started to fall. Neither of you cared. Nothing else mattered as you held each other.

Tags: @hawkeyes-queen @boringandbored @lewisroscoelove @fangirlfree @am-i-rite-ladies @calimoi @wintasssoldier @gh0stgurl @chrisevanseagletattoo @hcaldwell016 @coffeebooksandfandom @tenaciousperfectionunknown @talesofadragon @sebsgirl71479 @summersong69

[navybrat817]

Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense

As you lovelies know, October is a time for tricks, treats, and more. While I don't have anything planned for Kinktober, I do have some nonsense in mind. Still with me?

Similar to my Naughty & Nice Nonsense, I plan to share various one-shots and ficlets throughout the month of October. Each pairing will be revealed on the day I post and shared on my sideblog, @navybrat817-sideblog. It may be dark, fluffy, smutty, or a combination of things. It may be 500 words or over 3k. It may incorporate an Autumn or a Halloween theme. Who knows? It's nonsense! 😂

In fact, I'm calling it Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! I'll be using that as a tag, so feel free to filter if you don't wish to see these fics. Moodboard and banner by yours truly. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics. Enjoy! 🧡

🎃 - 10/3 - Within You (Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Reader)

🎃 - 10/6 - Easy as Pie (Andy Barber x Reader)

🎃 - 10/9 - How Far Down (Mickey Henry x Reader)

🎃 - 10/12 - Rules and Chaos (Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

🎃 - 10/15 - The Red Woods (Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Reader)

🎃 - 10/18 - Teacher's Pet (Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

🎃 - 10/21 - Hollow (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

🎃 - 10/24 - See Through You (Dark!Nick Fowler x Reader)

🎃 - 10/27 - Jump Scare (Motocross!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

🎃 - 10/30 - Mission Report (Incubus!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Incubus!Steve Rogers)

Love and thanks to you lovelies for the support. 🧡

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Spooky szn is over 🎃 hello November ✨ I tried my best to keep up with kinktober reading but you lot are too talented! Anyway, enjoy perusing everything I read throughout October. As always please give these gorgeous fics and their even more gorgeous authors the love they deserve by reblogging 🖤 the majority of fics contain adult themes and are 18+ only and you are responsible for your own media consumption.

Happy reading angels 💐

Eddie Munson ✨

But what goes down by @sexyprise

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

The girl at the rock show by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

High for this by @succubusmunson

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

Feelin' gourd by @jobean12-blog

Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Within' you by @navybrat817

Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fear and degradation by @groubee

rockstar!bucky barnes x innocent!female reader

Yes chef! by @sunshine-on-my-mind

Chef!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Though I have never read it by @tuiccim

Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Hopelessly devoted by @firefly-in-darkness

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Insatiable by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader (Vampire AU)

Joel Miller ✨

Thrills by @moonlight-prose

joel miller x f!reader

Can't keep my hands to myself by @jobean12-blog

Pre!Outbreak Joel Miller x reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Beauty brought of rapture and desire by @the-iceni-bitch

demon!Ari Levinson x virgin witch fem!reader

Biker!Ari by @angrythingstarlight

Biker!Ari x Reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Out of line by @dreamlessinparis

Serial!Killer!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Devil devil by @sgt-seabass

vampire!Lee Bodecker x reader

Save your tears by @flordeamatista

lee bodecker x reader

Andy Barber ✨

Easy as pie by @navybrat817

Andy Barber x Female Reader

Joaquin Torres ✨

Drunk on you by @moonlight-prose

joaquín torres x f!reader

Steve Kemp ✨

You by @shadeysprings

Art Collector!Steve Kemp x F!Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

The red woods by @navybrat817

Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Ransom Drysdale ✨

Meet your match by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Serial!Killer!Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Kinktober ✨

Mob!Bucky's kinktober honeymoon by @writing-for-marvel

Kinktober 2023 by @lunarbuck

The witching hour by @flordeamatista

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB’s Recommendations '23: January

Welcome back to monthly to semi weekly fanfiction and more list recommendations. It used to be VelvetCardiganBucky’s list, but I changed my name. New Year, going through residential treatment soon, new me, new name. A lot of new here at this blog. I follow my username in hashtag form, so tag me in your fics, challenges, to be added in future list. Do not be afraid to message me I will answer back as soon as I possibly can! — Katy K.

This blog and its content is attended for mature audiences, so unless you are over the age of 18, it’s best you turn back now. I’m not in charge of your media consumption there, for you cannot come for me when you don’t like something you read. Thank you.

<< April '21

February '23 >>

My Masterlist

One-Shots:

Start A War by @angrythingstarlight >> Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mob!Steve Rogers - Summary/Request: Another take on what could have been if the reader had decided to stay with Steve, not Bucky, in Pretty Little Liars story. | I always love reading anything written by angrythingstarlight, whether it's on here or it's on AO3. I have yet to read Pretty Little Liars, but this snippet has made me add it to my to-read list.

Looks Better On You by @navybrat817 >> Lumberjack! Stever Rogers x Reader - Steve can't stop thinking about how good you look in his shirts. | You got yourself the perfect amount of alluded smut, and you got yourself the lovey-dovey stuff. It's perfect, just perfect.

Could've Just Asked, Baby by @wndalovebot >> CEO Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader - Summary: All you wanted was, was some time with your CEO mate Bucky, but he seemed to busy for you lately. Well maybe calling attention to yourself was the best thing you ever did. | Did the room suddenly get 10 degrees hotter?

Still into You by @loverwebs >> Peter Parker x Scarlet Witch!Reader - Summary: You and Peter didn’t end things on the best terms and wind up seeing each other again at an Avengers party. | This is what I can picture as a realistic relationship with a fight between a super couple. The ending is *chefs kiss.*

Series:

The Happy Couple: Chapter 6 by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor >> Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: Your father makes a deal to marry you to his top capo. (mob au) | The story just really picked up, but you can't really ever go wrong with reading one of Roo's stories. They are just so good.

AO3:

In The Mood by SkylarJames22//@skylarjameswrites >> Mob!Bucky Barnes x Shelby!Reader - Mob Boss doesn't take too kindly to the beautiful Skylar trying to take over his territory in America. He comes to her to make a deal and get her to back off, but a Peaky Blinder never backs down from a fight. | HOT! HOT! HOT!

And They Were Roommates by staygold483 >> Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x OFC - Summary: Luka has just finished her college degree and moved back to her hometown to live with her boyfriend. She runs into some of her old high school classmates, who support her when she really needs them. One of those people, is her high school crush, Bucky Barnes. | I read this story after it was completed and loved it, the ending is okay, but the story it's self is what holds it for me.

One-Shots:

Sweet Nothings by @secretswiftymarvelfan >> Chris Evans x Reader - Summary: When the world is out there pushing and shoving, all you’ve ever wanted was sweet nothings. | I'm pretty sure I have to go make a dentist appointment with Robert Evans, that's how sweet this is, and I love it.

Jealousy's My Best Friend by @cockslutpadalecki >> Professor!Andy Barber x Student!Reader - Summary: You can’t help but be a little jealous when Andy pays another student some attention. | Oh, don't act like you wouldn't be jealous if someone gave Andy extra attention. I know I would be.

Trust by @worksby-d >> Chris Evans x fem!Reader - Summary: Your second first time together. | (Read Warining, then proceed if interested.) I found this one-shot to be adorable, as well as sweet in how caring Chris was. I would definitely come back to read again on my sad days.

Housewife Duties by @lilacevans >> Ari Levinson x (non-descriptive) Female!Reader - After Ari's been gone on a long grueling work trip, you want to do whatever you can to make him feel comfortable. | I need to start my Thursday mornings, or any morning in general, honestly, reading stuff like this. It would put me in a better mood.

One-Shots:

Closer to Me by @kiki0005 >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: After you get pregnant with Tommy's child, he is adamant that you move in with him. | If I'm honest, I would let Tommy Shelby tell me what to do any day. So this one-shot of him was up my alley because he's asking and telling. Definitely worth the read.

*I'm Yours by @sunsetbeachesandwriting >> Tommy Shelby x Reader ft. John Shelby - Summary: Your body is for Tommy and Tommy alone. | I'm a fan of possessive Tommy Shelby, and I didn't know it till I read this, or I just forgot. So good.

Dada Tommy by @quinnsbower >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy is left to watch over his 6-month-old while his wife eats with his sister. What could possibly happen? | This was so adorable, funny, and just plain loving. I love Dad!Tommy, especially to baby girls. Makes my heart go pitter-patter.

The Clap by SunsetBeachesandWriting >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Jealousy never looked so good on someone like Tommy Shelby, especially when all he wants is you back. | If a man ever did this to me, I would slap them. If Tommy Shelby ever did this to me, I would swoon.

Promotion by @sunsetbeachesandwriting >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Y/N is Harry's daughter and works in the Garrison until Tommy decides to "fire" her. | This is both a mix of hot and sweet. I could picture season one or two of Tommy doing this with a massive smile on my face.

Love Is Sweeter Than Vengeance by @pherelesytsia >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Burglars break into the mansion in search of the safe and stumble upon the lady of the house. | This was so suspenseful as well as hot. Just how I like my Tommy Shelby.

You're Everywhere, Love by @sunsetbeachesandwriting >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Everyone has Tommy feeling overwhelmed. He walks out in the middle of a family meeting and goes to the one place he knows he'll find some peace. | I'm definitely not crying, and I'm definitely not going to suggest you have a box of tissues on standby when you read this.

Series:

The Boy in the Window by @notyour-valentine>> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: (Y/N) thinks the boy her daughter sees in the window of the neighbouring house is nothing but a childish fantasy; after all, no one has lived there for years, but when she brings that boy to lunch, she realizes that he is in fact very real and above all- the son of none other than the infamous Tommy Shelby. | While I'm only five chapters into this story, it's quickly becoming one of my favorites that I've read. We get to see more of Charlie and more of Tommy's sensitive and protective side.

AO3:

*Tommy's Red Right Hand by HisRedRightHand >> Tommy Shelby x OFC - Summary: As if being left in charge of the two youngest Shelby siblings wasn't enough, Tommy decides to ask a redhead as ornery as he is and her six-year-old sister to take up residence at 6 Watery Lane. | At 115 chapters so far, I took my time to cherish this story because that is how much I thoroughly enjoy reading this. I highly recommend that you head the warnings that come in the tags in the summary that come with this before you dive in. The author does a fantastic job warning you about each chapter as well.

One-Shots:

A Flower Petal by @jelsasnowflakes1 >> Geralt x Fem!Reader - Summary: When being teased for still being a virgin at Kaer Morhen, geralt comes in and "comforts you" when he sees you crying. | It's fluffy and smutty, but it's the ending for me in the end.

Sleepless by @sgt-seabass >> MobBoss! PrimeAlpha!Nick Fowler x Omega!Reader- Summary: Nick wants all of you. And he will do whatever it takes to claim your soul. | Nick knows what he wants. This is sweet because he knows he will have to make an effort to change how he acts around her.

Series:

Happatance Pt. 6 by @teds-mustache-wrangler >> Henry Cavill x OFC - Summary: Henry is about to go to bed one night when he suddenly gets a text from a random number he doesn't know. What happens when you accidentally text the star actor of The Witcher? Memes apparently. Lots and lots of memes. | I was privileged to beta-read this chapter for Wren and am honored. This is a spicy one y'all so sit back and enjoy some Henry and Lizzy!

AO3:

*A Twist In Time by Comet96 >> Tommy Shelby x Lupin!OFC - Summary: Romy Lupin was a walking cliche. She has her father's metamorphmagus abilities and also seems to be a seer. During her last year at Hogwarts, Tom Riddle is brought from his teenage years at Hogwarts into the year 2047, and soon after, Romy finds herself being sent back into time. Back to 1926, when Merope Gaunt was still pregnant. It's Romy's job to protect Tom Riddle Jr. from being taken into the wrong hands. It was all going to plan until Merope knocked the time turner, and they ended up in 1916, in the middle of the first world war and with no way to get back to 1926. There she meets the Shelbys and somehow manages to find her feet in dingy Small Heath with the help of Harry Fenton, Squib, and a distant family member. | At 43 chapters and hasn't been updated since the middle of September, this story is Harry Potter, pre-Fantastic Beast meets Peaky Blinders, and I'm living for it. It has everything magical-wise you could ask for and Shelby-wise as well. I just wish it would be updated, but dreamers can dream.

Legacy by cl410 or @i-like-plan-m >> Darcy Lewis x Bucky Barnes - Summary: Darcy Lewis meets the Hales from Teen Wolf. (My poor summary.) | I love Stiles from Teen Wolf, and I love this What If twist that the author has done with Darcy. The whole series is good, and I recommend everyone give it a read if you are a fan of Darcy Lewis or MCU and Teen Wolf.

Blue by galaxiejoon >> Louis Tomlinson & OFC >> Summary: Elle is a seven-year-old girl who meets Louis and asks him to describe the color blue to her. | This is adorable and made me tear up the first time I read it in years. I still tear up every time I read it.

@peakyscillian - Looking for a masterlist to binge or just a variety of Tommy and Cillian? I would check out Laura's page and her writing.

@teds-mustache-wrangler - Are your Henry Cavill needs not getting met? Do you feel like perhaps you need to read about Henry Cavill, but haven't yet? Well go on down to Wren's blog, she has all your Henry Cavill needs met.

@gypsy-girl-08 - If you are a fan of Cillian Murphy or Peaky Blinders, then I would check this writer out. They have many Thomas Shelby series to choose from as well as Cillian Murphy

[theycallmebecca]

The Slumber Party Bingo!

Here's my bingo card for the August & September 2023 Bingo event @the-slumberparty

Links to my creations will be below the keep reading

Bingo Check Off (O's = not done; X's = done, X's = bingo)

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Row 1

Coworkers

Apron

Wedding Party - Drabble: Wedding Proposal - Steve x female reader, PG

Airplane Sex - Drabble: Ari Levinson, Rock Star - Ari Levinson x female reader, R - warnings: semi-graphic sex

Lumberjack AU - Moodboard: Lumberjack Ari

Row 2

Hiking in the Woods

Online Dating

Rockstar AU - Drabble: Ari Levinson, Rock Star - Ari Levinson x female reader, R - warnings: semi-graphic sex

Road Trip - Moodboard: Road Trip with Cole Turner

Masturbation

Row 3

Sports AU - Drabble: Smooth Hips Turner Gets Caught - Cole Turner x female reader, PG-13 - warnings: language

Breeding

Writer's Choice

Family Reunion - Moodboard: Catching up with Chris & Bug: A Few Years Later...

Truth or Dare

Row 4

Cock Warming

In the Pool

Divorce

Night Club - Drabble: Smooth Hips Turner Gets Caught - Cole Turner x female reader, PG-13 - warnings: language

College AU

Row 5

Ex-Partner

Massage

Librarian

Theatre - Drabble: Much Ado About Nothing - Andy Barber x reader, PG

One Night Stand

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Place Like This 1

Warnings: this short series will include dark elements including noncon, possible violence, mentions of mental illness, and other explicit content. I’m not your mother, curate your own consumption.

This is dark!Lumberjack!Andy Barber and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your new boarder isn’t who he seems to be.

Note: So I wanted to do a lumberjack!Andy and got a bit carried away but let me tell you, somehow Andy always turns into an ultimate creep with me.

Thank you. Love you guys!

As always, if you can, please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

It wasn’t often you found a stranger in Heron Creek. 

The small town was barely more than a single street; most residents lived further out. It was more a marketplace than anything. Townsfolk came to shop and socialise amid the limited stretch of businesses and not much else. The lumberyard fueled much of the economy and was closer than any home.

After weeks of arguing with your mother, you’d finally resigned. You needed a boarder to see you through the winter. Money was tight since your mother’s diagnosis; pills, therapy, reduced income. Your own job was just enough to see to the bills but not for the groceries or any incidentals. Even if you did some odd jobs around town, you wouldn’t be able to scrape enough to get by.

You’d never seen the man before. The message had been expected and a last hope. You agreed to meet at the town’s only cafe and were surprised and slightly disappointed. 

He greeted you by name as you looked around. You expected a woman; the advert had requested only females but, you supposed, that beggars couldn’t be choosers.

“Andy,” He introduced himself as he offered you his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too,” You lied as you sat.

“You want a coffee? I’m headed up for a refill,” He grabbed his empty mug.

“Sure,” You reached for your wallet. You could tell by his accent he was from the city; if you were to guess, one far from Heron Creek. “Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I can get it.” He waved you off as you fumbled with your purse. “I’ll be back.”

He returned with two cups and slid one over to you. You added cream from the table.

“I know you advertised for women only but… I’m kinda running out of options and judging by how long your ad’s been in the paper, I think you might be too.” He began.

“Uh huh,” You sipped from your coffee. “You’re new around here.”

“I am.” He confirmed. “But you’re not so you should know there’s not a lot to choose from.”

“Why would you move all the way up here?”

“Tired of the city.” He said evenly. 

“You have a job?” You asked.

“At the lumberyard.” He replied. “Been there two months now, living down at Harry Brennan’s but he’s ready to have me out.”

“Hmm, yeah, he can be a bit prickly,” You remarked. “My mother, too. She’s sick. Moody. You sure you wanna trade in one for the other?”

He looked at you. He sat with his shoulders back, his head held up proudly. His gaze was discerning, as if he was measuring your every word and move.

“I can pay more than you’re asking and I’ll help out around the house.” He said. “Well, I won’t decide until I see the place, of course, but I’m optimistic.”

You tasted the bitter coffee. You preferred your own brew. You nodded as you set down your mug.

“They don’t have many lumberyards in the city. What’d you do before?”

“I was a lawyer.” He said. “And what do you do?”

“A lawyer? You’d give up that to live in the middle of nowhere and chop wood?”

“It’s quiet up here. Peaceful.” He tapped his fingers on the table beside his gloves. “A few more months and I should be able to afford my own place. At least a plot to start building.”

You considered him and held your palm to the warm porcelain. Your mother was wary of men. You couldn’t make the decision without her.

“You didn’t tell me what you do.” He said.

“I’m a writer. Mostly pieces on the local species and whatnot. There’s not many jobs to be had around here but on the internet…”

“So?” He asked as he shifted in his chair.

“I’ll have to talk to my mother.” You answered. “Then maybe you can come check out the room. It’s a big enough place for three. Probably too big but there’s a lot of work to be done in the winter.”

“Right,” He said. “As I said, I’ll help out with anything I can.”

You squinted and gulped the coffee even though it burned your throat. You stood and gathered up your purse.

“I don’t mean to run out but I have to hit Marla’s.” You hooked the strap of your bag over your shoulder. “I’ll let you know before the end of the week, but… well, my mom isn’t an easy person to deal with. Not unless you’re related.”

“Got it,” He watched you placidly as he rose. “I look forward to hearing from you.”

🍂

You heard voices from the front porch. You blinked and set down the basket of warm laundry on the kitchen table as you sighed at your mother’s mug. There was still tea in it which meant she had taken her first chance to chase her innate stubborn streak.

You’d argued for much of the morning as she accused you of inviting a strange man into her home and you countered that you’d merely agreed to a look at the house. No decision had yet been made, though the only reason your mother entertained the notion was the desperately needed money. And that had been your only winning point of contention.

You didn’t want the strange man living in your space anymore than she did but you also realised that you couldn’t possibly go on as you were. You went to the door, the thicker one open as the screen door was the only shield from the bitter late autumn air. You heard the creak of your mother’s rocking chair and the deep voice of a man. You recognized it even after a single meeting.

“...hauling wood, ma’am.” Was all you caught as you peered through the mesh.

“So you work at the lumberyard? My husband worked there before he tucked tail,” Your mother ranted. “That was almost twenty years ago.”

“Just like every other man in the county,” You opened the door. “Ma, I’d be down there too if I hadn’t lucked out.”

“I’m sorry about your husband, ma’am.” Andy slipped in as he stood on the bottom step. 

“Don’t call me, ma’am,” Your mother rebuked. “I’m not that old just yet.”

Andy glanced at you and you touched the back of your mother’s chair and stilled it.

“It’s a nice looking house,” Andy broke the silence. “Big property.”

“All that bastard left me,” Your mother swore and leaned on the arm of her chair. “Well, aren’t you going to show the man around.” She pushed back so you were forced to let go of the chair or else sprain your wrist. “Take your shoes off, sir.”

You nodded and waved him up the steps with a wry smirk at your mother. You held open the door as he passed and your mother looked pleased with herself as she rocked again. You let the door clatter behind you as Andy bent to loosen his work boots. He stood as he kicked off his boots and you rubbed your forehead.

“I’m sorry about my mom.” You said. “She’s… stubborn.”

“Don’t you apologize for me, girl.” Your mom called through the screen door and you quickly closed the thicker one.

“Well, nothing too fancy,” You stepped past him into the front room. “Living room, dining room,” You waved your hand back. “Kitchen in the back, bathroom as you walk through and the laundry room just on the other side.” You lowered your arm and neared the stairs. “Your room would be up here.”

You turned and he followed you up the noisy old stairs. The carpet at the top was faded and tattered and did little to cushion the hard wooden floor as you walked along the hallway.

“My mother’s is at the end. Mine is to the left and yours is right here,” You opened the door next to yours. “Looks out onto the yard, so not the worst.”

“Mmm, okay,” He paced around the bed and went to the window. He felt the lace curtains as he gazed out through the glass.

“I’ll empty out the closet. Probably why it smells like mothballs.” You explained. “Pretty simple, we share the common spaces and clean up after ourselves.” You shrugged. “My mom will leave you alone as long as you don’t get in her way. She usually stays in her room if she’s not out front.”

“That’s fine. I won’t be here much.” He said. “Just really need a place to sleep.”

“There is one other thing. My mother...she has some issues. She gets manic and sometimes… well, I can take care of her but I don’t want you to be blind-sided. She’s on medicine but she’s still adjusting and--” You gulped. “It took me a lot of convincing but if you want the space, it’s yours, at least until spring.”

“I don’t have a lot of choices but I’d be happy to.” He said. “And don’t worry so much about your mother. I was a lawyer, I saw a lot worse in the courtroom.”

“Mmm,” You tucked your hands in your pocket. “Well, anytime after Sunday the room will be ready for you.”

“Sunday,” He repeated. “Okay, that works for me. Should I call ahead?”

“Uh, yeah, you have my number,” You replied and paused as you heard your mother hollering. You huffed and rolled your eyes.

“I really hope it’s a squirrel and not a bear again,” You swept out of the room and stomped down the stairs. You went outside as your mother was tossing a stone and shouting at it, the wind chime tinkling and swaying from the porch. “Ma, it’s just a bird.”

“It damn nearly tore the chime off,” She sneered. “Your grandmother made me that.”

“I know, I know, just sit down.” You nudged her back to her chair. “You forgot your tea inside, do you want it?”

“My tea?” She blinked. “Oh, I forgot. Again.”

“It’s okay,” You patted her shoulder as you went back inside. Andy knelt as he pulled his boots back on.

“Everything okay?” He asked as he looked up at you.

“It’s fine,” You assured him. “Sometimes her meds make her a little jumpy. And forgetful.”

“Anything I can do?” He asked as he stood.

“Keep clear of her if you can,” You advised. “I’m not going to sugar coat it. She’s a lot to handle and she’s not very keen on men.”

“The latter I guessed,” He chuckled. “I’ll get out of your hair and see you next week.”

“Next week,” You confirmed as he pushed open the door. “Drive safe.”

“Thanks,” He called over his shoulder as he stepped out onto the porch. “I’ll be seeing you.” He said to your mother as he passed. “When I come back,” He stopped on the second step and you got closer to listen. “I can fix that feeder.” He pointed at the broken bird feeder under the tree. “If you like?”

“Oh,” Your mother grumbled. “Well, I think that… might be nice. As long as it keeps ‘em away from my chimes.”

“I think it will,” He smiled. “My-- I used to have a feeder just like that.”

Your mother was quiet as she stopped rocking. Finally she cleared her throat. “You have a nice day, sir.”

“You too,” He nodded and continued down the steps. 

You watched him go to his pick-up before you spun back and went to fetch your mother’s cup. You returned to the porch as he was backing out and you gave the lukewarm tea to your mother.

“Friendly,” She commented and took a sip. “The ones from the city usually don’t have such good manners.”

“Mhmm,” You grumbled. “Do you need me to warm that up?”

“Go on, girl,” She brushed you away. “I can stomach cold tea.”

🍂

Andy showed up on Monday. He called you the night before to let you know he’d be there and so you planned a trip into town with your mother to let him get settled. You waited until his truck pulled up, his tires crushing the pine cones and twigs as it neared. He got out and you handed him the spare key you had made. Your mother wore a parka and shivered in the car.

“We’ll be gone for a few hours,” You crossed your arms as you resisted the chill that nestled over the top of your scarf. “So you should be able to get settled in.”

“Thanks,” He turned the key over in his hand. “I’ll be discreet.”

“She’s in a good mood today. Well, until she starts complaining I left her in the car so long,” You rubbed your gloved hands together. “I’ll go. There’s logs by the fireplace in the living room. Heating downstairs isn’t so good but it makes a difference.”

“I’ll figure it out,” He assured. “You ladies have fun.”

“Ladies?” You arched a brow but he was hardly bothered. You nodded and left him.

You got in the jeep as your mother played with the radio and bemoaned the downfall of modern music. You shifted out of park and backed up as you tuned out her and Patsy Cline fizzling from the local station.

You went to Gerry’s, the only proper restaurant in town. Breakfast was often better than the evening’s affair and you showed up just in time for the lunch menu. Your mother gabbed with the waitress a little too long and you resisted apologizing on her behalf, knowing it would only sour her already brittle mood.

You ate and grabbed a pie from the display at your mother’s behest. She stopped by Geraldine’s thrift shop and bought another figurine for her collection; the porcelain wolves decorated her room and even some of the front room. You grabbed a few books you hadn’t read before and checked the time. You were certain you’d wasted enough time for Andy to get figured out.

As you drove back, the pale sky made the trees seem bleak in comparison. The first snow was imminent.

“You should make a nice dinner tonight.” Your mother said.

“Oh, I should?” You asked.

“I’m pooped. I gotta lay down.” She huffed. “But you always made a good chili. You can send that man off with a good lunch tomorrow if you make a big pot.”

“Mom,” You looked at her briefly. “You know his name.”

“I do. And that’s it.” She crossed her arms. “He seems nice enough but you never know. He’s not from around here.”

“No he’s not. But no one around here would pay what you want for that room.” You argued. “You’re lucky he’s from the city, they’re used to paying a fortune for shit.”

“Watch your mouth.”

“You said it was alright, ma. You agreed to it. It’s too late to send him off now.” You muttered.

“I like him,” She sneered. “I don’t like the way you look at him.”

“What?” You scoffed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“If I was younger, I wouldn’t turn my nose up at him. He’s handsome but I do wonder how he ended up here. You said he was a lawyer.”

“All sorts end up here, ma,” You countered. “Kenneth used to be an ad exec and now look at him; he sells sod and salt.”

“Still,” She rubbed her chin. “You’re young. When I was your age, well, if I had been alone all the time like you are, I’d be rearing to go.”

“Ma,” You were almost laughing. “You’re crazy.”

“That’s what the pills are for,” She retorted. “But I’m not blind.”

“Okay,” You said dryly as you rolled your eyes. “I think maybe I should be keeping my eye on you.”

“Ha, maybe I should give you a few pills,” She chuckled. “I’m not that mad.”

“Alright,” You gripped the steering wheel. “I’ll make chili but don’t go on about this in front of him. It’s gonna be weird enough.”

“Sure,” She harrumphed. “I’ll be good.”

🍂

As you took the lid off the deep pot, a billow of steam went up and the front door opened and closed. Your mother sat at the table after her nap and sipped on a hot tea. You listened to the floor groan as Andy stopped by the door and proceeded with lighter footfalls into the kitchen.

“I fixed the bird feeder,” He clapped his hands together. “Your chimes should be safe.”

“Oh, thank you,” Your mother beamed. “So sweet of you, Andy.”

“Not at all,” He said. “Simple work. Didn’t realise how much easier life is when you don’t have to think so much.”

He neared the table and grabbed the back of an empty chair. “You mind if I sit?”

“Go on,” Your mother was unusually chipper. “So how’d you fair? Got all your stuff unpacked?”

“Yep,” He answered, “Mmm, whatever you’re cooking smells good.”

“Chili,” You answered as you replaced the lid. “Twenty more minutes at most.”

“Chili. I remember--” He stopped and cleared his throat. You turned and watched him as he smoothed the front of his shirt, his fingers grabbing at the tie that wasn’t there. “I knew someone who used to make chili but it wasn’t chili chili. White beans and turkey… good but, I don’t think I’ve had real chili in forever.”

“You go down to Gerry’s on a Thursday and you’ll get some,” Your mother intoned.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Andy gave a small smile. “How was your day in town?”

You didn’t answer and looked to your mom. She frowned at you but quickly wiped it away.

“It was nice. You know, me and my daughter live together but we really don’t spend too much time together.”

“That’s great,” He said but barely seemed to see your mother as he watched you lean against the stove. “Well, hopefully I can help out some more and you can find more time for each other.”

“Uh huh,” You muttered. “Hopefully.”

🍂

That night, your mother went to bed and you retired soon after her. Andy had been quick to hide after dinner and you were thankful for that. You told him you’d set aside a container for his lunch and he was almost sheepish at the gesture.

You climbed up the stairs and slipped inside your room. The night was quiet and no moon floated above to shine in the windows. It was almost eerie. You changed into your pajamas and climbed into bed with your laptop. You turned off the lamp, content to type in the dark and eke out a few more paragraphs for your latest commission.

As the night wore on, only the tapping of keys filled your ears and you found yourself slumping lower against the headboard. You flipped onto your stomach and hugged the pillow as you tried to keep going, yawns blurring your vision as your body resisted your determination. 

You didn’t recall falling asleep but it was a haze of visions. Your head swirled with your mother’s voice and Andy’s deep blue eyes. A blizzard turned the landscapes white and a wolf’s howl made you shiver. 

You woke, still on your stomach, an arm beneath your pillow, and your laptop dead. You groaned as you rolled over. The grey light of dawn filled your room and the frigid air raised bumps on your skin as your blanket was twisted around you. 

A floorboard creaked along the hallway and you sat up. You blinked at the shadow that flitted away through the crack between your bedroom door and the frame. You had closed your door; you were sure of it. Entirely certain as your door always stuck terribly and was quite a pain in the ass.

You drew a blanket around your shoulders as you stood and went to the door. You blinked and peeked out into the hall. There was nothing, no one. You sighed as your eyes froze on the closed bathroom door. You heard the sudden whine of the shower and the rattling of the pipes. Andy must have woken up to get ready for work.

You always wondered how the lumberjacks could handle the early mornings, especially in the winter. You turned back and closed your door. Your feet were cold on the floorboards and the rug was just as unwelcoming as you crossed to the window. Snowflakes blurred the horizon and shrouded the dawn.

Winter had come and you sensed a storm brewing.

[blackwidownat2814]

I'm sorry I'm so late in finishing this! It's so good that Andy & Ari got their anger out & talked about what was bothering them for so many years. It was an awesome chapter & I can't wait for more!

Wooden Façade (2/4)

feat. lumberjack!Ari Levinson and Andy Barber

Premise: Andy Barber is an acting district attorney in Boston, but was raised in the western Massachusetts town of Barber with his parents who run a lumber business, and his younger brother, Ari. Estranged from his family, he decides to help by hiring you as a personal nurse and caretaker of his aging mother. However, Ari, stubborn and prideful, doesn’t take your employment kindly.

Warnings: angst; mention/discussion of neurodegenerative diseases (specifically Parkinson’s disease; including falls, medications, hallucinations, and memory loss); a car accident that resulted in paralysis; a non-abusive slap (done while under the impression that there was a need for self-defense); familial arguments (between brothers); swearing; Ari is a hot, stubborn, sexy lumberjack (yes, he’s a warning)

A/N: Here we go! Super requested; thank you all for reading this so far. And thanks @eightcevanscentral ✌🏽

Masterlist

Wooden Façade Masterlist

You sat across from Marcella with Ari on your right. Andy sat across from him and next to his mother.

This mealtime gave you more insight into Marcella’s current state of cognition. While she was aware of her older son being here and thrilled to have him next to her, she seemed to ignore the palpable tension between the two men. Most of her attention was on him unless she needed assistance with something from you–a refill on her water, another serving of vegetables, whatever she needed.

Their plates are empty, as opposed to yours and Ari’s, still containing bits of food here and there. You could easily see his irritation bleed into his movements, especially as he pierced two pieces of broccoli with his fork and bit them off aggressively. His jaw set between bites as he watched his mother gush over his brother.

You didn’t dare to say anything, though. Staying quiet and eating slowly as if to make yourself invisible, you simply observed. Whatever issues were arising with Andy’s arrival seemed strictly familial and you weren’t hired to get involved that way. You were hired to take care of Marcella.

“It’s so nice that you’re home, Andy,” she sighs, a clingy hand resting on his forearm. “It’s been so hard here without you and Ari always working.”

“Well, I got really lucky that work wasn’t so heavy this weekend, so I just packed and took off the minute I was free.”

“Oh,” she gushes, seemingly overwhelmed with her emotions. “And this nurse that you’ve hired for me,” she begins, gesturing to you.

You sit up when you’re mentioned, smiling when they both cut you a look.

“I know, I know, it’s only been a day–”

“Not even a day,” Ari mutters.

“--but she’s so spectacular. So kind and attentive!”

“You’ve never said half as much about me.”

Swallowing, you steal a glance at him, registering the dejected look on his face as he gathers another morsel onto his fork to eat.

“And now Ari and I have a third person to play Uno with on Sundays! We miss having you here to play,” she finishes sadly.

“I’m glad she’s a good fit, Ma,” Andy smiles, placing his hand over hers, pointedly ignoring her remark about missing him on Sundays. Then, he looks at you, “How are you settling in?”

“It’s gone well, it’s nice and cozy here. They gave me your old bedroom, but if you’re staying the night–”

“Don’t even think about it,” he waves you off. “I’ll take the couch.”

“Oh!” Marcella exclaims, drawing all eyes to her, “You boys could share a bed! You used to do that all the time!” She looks at you, “Oh, it was the cutest thing, I wish I had photos of it!”

You smile politely and acknowledge her with a half-hearted coo, but it’s hard to act when the two men clearly feel uncomfortable at the prospect.

“Uh, yeah, Ma,” Andy shrugs. “We could do that.”

“So nice to have my boys back under the same roof again,” she sighs, pinching Andy’s cheek.

Ari sighs, clearly annoyed as he rolls his eyes. When you see the look on Andy’s face, your gut tells you to remove Marcella and yourself from the situation.

“Are you ready to go to bed?” you ask her just as Andy opens his mouth.

“Oh, yes,” she replies happily, “Nothing sounds better.”

She gives Andy a hug and a big kiss on the cheek when you stand and come around the table to help her up. Ari stands too, looking down at his mother as he bids her goodnight.

“Goodnight, son,” she says, snaking her arms around his waist and giving him a brief hug.

As you usher her through the living room to the base of the stairs, you briefly look back at the two men as they seem to avoid each other’s gazes. Silently, you hope their discussion doesn’t escalate into something big.

-—

Ari clears away plates and dumps them into the sink to wash. They clatter against each other and the silverware, creating a sharp sound that startles his brother.

“Are you trying to break them?” Andy quips as he brings over everyone’s empty water glasses.

Ari’s response is a head shake. He lifts the handle to open the faucet and grabs the sponge to begin washing the dishes.

Behind him, he can hear the sound of his brother popping his lips; it’s a habit he’s had for as long as Ari can remember. Whenever Andy felt frustrated, that telltale pop was a clear sign of it.

“You got somethin’ to say?” Ari asks, shutting off the water and scrubbing the plate down with a sudsy sponge.

“I think you might have something to say, actually, Ari.”

Running the water again, Ari rinses the bubbles off and places it in the drying rack. “What on Earth would give you that impression?”

“The ‘you gotta be shitting me’ when I walked in?” Andy plies to him in an accusatory tone. “The entire fucking dinner? That ring any bells?”

“Oh fuck off, Andy!” Ari shouts. “Where the hell do you get off hiring her to take care of our mother when you haven't been home since Ma’s last birthday? You didn't even come home for Christmas!”

“I’m trying to help our mother who has a serious medical condition with declining brain function, did you not read the doctor’s reports?! Her memory–”

“Yeah, I read them,” Ari interjects. “I was handed them because guess what? I was the one who picked Ma off the floor when she fell! Where the hell were you?!” He doesn’t even give him a chance to answer, “You were off being some big-headed lawyer in Boston. Our mother’s reports were just another email to you that you had to read over and you did the laziest fucking thing you could think of by hiring a nurse–”

Andy begins to speak over him, “I don’t know where you get the audacity to say shit like that to me. I’m trying to make sure she takes her medication–”

“--when the right thing to do is to come home and take care of your family!”

“--and doesn’t stay on the floor when she falls in the middle of the day!”

“Fuck you!” Ari slams his hand on the counter, setting his jaw in fury. “If you were here, maybe I would’ve gotten to her sooner. You left us!”

“Do you know why?!”

“Dad told me everything. You were a coward that couldn’t stand to be associated with him after the accident with Mrs. Harcourt!”

Andy shakes his head, a pained smile on his face as he crosses his arms. “See, that’s not it,” he counters. “That’s not even close to it.”

“Why the hell would I believe anything you tell me?”

Ari is wary of the way he approaches this situation. He was fifteen when Andy left, just days before his sixteenth birthday.

It wasn’t the only thing that happened to dampen the celebration of a milestone age.

Their father was involved in a front-page accident. When delivering an order, the rope securing the lumber to the truck bed came loose. The load fell into the street, causing the car behind the truck to flip over. The driver survived but lost her ability to walk.

Her family pressed charges against him; it was settled quickly and quietly. All Ari knew was that his dad started working a lot more after that, spending all waking hours at the lumber yard and office. It didn't matter what was happening. He took no holidays.

He didn't celebrate birthdays, either.

“Dad paid off the Harcourts. Every penny they asked for upfront,” Andy explains with a sigh. “It put the business in a really bad position. As I’m sure you know.”

Ari nods, biting the inside of his cheek. When his father died, the burden to pay off the debt became his own. He just finished settling it less than six months ago. It was a miracle.

Then, his mother fell.

“I told dad we should’ve gotten a lawyer,” Andy continues, drawing Ari out of his train of thought of the events from the past half year. “If we had some help, then maybe after some negotiating, the Harcourts would’ve settled for a lower amount, or a payment plan, just…anything that would’ve made it easier on us.

“And you know dad, he was stubborn as hell,” Andy cuts the seriousness with a chuckle, “It’s where we get it from. When I mentioned a lawyer, he said that would’ve been an unnecessary cost. Then I said I’d study and…that’s where things went south.”

“What do you mean?”

Sighing through his nose, Andy answers, “He told me I needed to stay and take over the business. I told him what good is running a business if I won’t know how to navigate situations like that. He started accusing me of thinking I was better than him, which I know I’m not.

“He told me I could get out if I was going to continue with that ‘lawyer nonsense,’” he shrugs, “So I left.”

Ari does his best to keep up with all the information Andy is telling him, but it’s hard to when everything he thought he understood about his family is turned on its head.

“Part of me wanted to come back,” Andy admits. “Ma wanted me to come back. But I have a life in Boston. Like it or not, that’s where my life is now,” he repeats himself to drive the point home to his brother. “And honestly, it’s fucking shitty to be back in a house that my father kicked me out of.”

Despite their separation, something in Ari tells him he knows what his brother’s thinking: he will leave as soon as he can in the morning.

“It was hard to be at dad’s funeral because…he died when I was fighting with him. I never got to fix it.”

Andy presses his thumb and forefinger into his eyes.

“I hired her because I had been calling the bank to check on the payments every once in a while. I wanted to make sure mom was okay, especially after she fell and I got the report about her having medication. Look,” he shrugs, gesturing around himself vaguely. “I know you can’t run that business and build a cabin and take care of mom. You’re not trained in nursing and memory care.”

Andy points upstairs, referring to where you are right now with their mother, “She graduated at the top of her class from Boston College. She knows what she’s doing and she mentioned how important it is for you to be involved, but not the only one caring for her.”

Setting his jaw, Ari soaks in everything he’s heard tonight, sighing when he understands everything his brother had to do on his own after leaving.

“I’m…I,” Ari struggles to finish his sentence.

Andy was right. The men in their family are historically stubborn and prideful.

“I–”

“I know,” Andy excuses him, sparing him the vulnerability of having to apologize.

“Are…are you good?” Ari asks, “Do you-do you need anything?”

“I’m good,” he promises.

“Good.”

They stand there silently, still uncomfortable but better than they were during dinner.

“By the way,” Andy begins, “We’re not sharing a bed like mom said, right?”

“Oh, absolutely not,” Ari shakes his head. “You’re taking the couch.”

Another quiet moment, then he speaks again, “I understand for whatever reasons you can’t just leave Boston. And…knowing what I know now, I wouldn’t ask you to, but…”

He can’t vocalize it; he can’t find the words.

How do you tell your brother you’ve needed him for the past sixteen years. Not out of true necessity, but out of longing for a relationship that had seemed to die so abruptly?

“I’ve missed you too, Ari,” Andy says quietly, placing his hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I had to leave.”

“Me too.” The words barely escape his mouth, but Ari composes himself. “I just want my brother back.”

Andy squeezes once and sighs, knowing better than to make a promise he doesn’t know he can keep. He’s never addressed the way his banishment has affected him. It’s impossible for him to know if things could ever be the way they were before.

“We can try to get there,” he promises.

—

With east-facing windows, you wake up with sunlight shining through the curtains. It stings your eyes and you turn away, letting yourself recover, then you check your phone.

It’s just before seven and you have a few notifications that you sort through and reply to before throwing the covers off your upper half.

The January morning chill rushes to you, making your skin pimple as a small shiver runs down your spine. You get up and make your way to your dresser to pull out a thick knitted sweater.

You step out of your bedroom and into the hallway, hearing the bathroom door open as you shut the door behind you. When you turn, your eyes go wide at the sight of Ari exiting with nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist, steam hanging in the air around him.

His shoulders are broad, nearly filling up the entire space of the hallway. Despite a lack of muscle tone, you can tell his body holds a certain strength, arms defined and wide pectorals making him look even larger. His chest is sprinkled with a generous amount of hair, only adding to the ruggedness he seems to have.

Everything from your shoulders up feels hot to the point where you feel like steam is coming out of your ears.

You snap out of it when he nods at you and bids you good morning.

“Morning,” you croak, then repeat it after you swallow and gather yourself, your voice coming out firmly the second time.

You make a conscious effort to keep your eyes glued to his to avoid ogling again, but it’s fruitless when he turns his back to you and heads back to his room, providing you with an unimpeded view of his back.

It feels like you could trace every line and ridge his muscles make, especially the ones at the center that frame his spine.

He shuts his bedroom door and you fully break out of your haze, shuffling to the bathroom to splash water in your face to help yourself wake up and remember yourself.

You’re here to be Marcella’s nurse, you lecture your reflection in the mirror, Not thirst after her hot, crabby son.

You grab the towel and dab your face dry before making your way to the kitchen. Peeking into the living room, you find Andy sitting on the couch scowling at his phone screen.

“You look like you don’t agree with mornings,” you tease as you retrieve a drinking glass from one of the cupboards overhead and turn to the fridge, placing it beneath the water dispenser.

“I agree with mornings that aren’t snowy,” you hear him reply as you watch the glass slowly fill up. “Did you sleep well?”

You nod, briefly looking at him over your shoulder before your eyes return to your task at hand so that the water doesn’t spill over, “I did. Your bed’s really comfortable.” Cringing inwardly at your comment, you shut off the water and try to change the subject, turning to face him. “Do you think Marcella is awake?”

“Probably,” he turns to glance up the stairs. “We can go see.”

He gets up from the couch and waits at the bottom of the stairs, gesturing for you to go first.

“How was it last night, putting her to bed?” he asks.

When you hear his tone, you understand that he’s also prying for additional information. He doesn’t just want to know whether or not his mother went to bed smoothly; he wants to know if you heard anything of his and Ari’s discussion last night and what you think of his mother’s current condition.

You decide to only comment on the latter, “She was very gracious. She seems very aware of her circumstances and made it a point to show me around her room like which clothes go where and her medications. She told me she’s been having trouble remembering to take them, so that’s one of my priorities with being her nurse. I put them on her nightstand and, hopefully, that’ll help her.”

“Thank you,” Andy sighs.

Reaching the top of the steps, you stand aside and tell him it may be better that he go in first.

He nods, opening the door and making sure it stays open for you to enter behind him.

“Andy!”

“Mornin’ Mama.”

“Oh you’ll have to help me up, I can’t do as much as I used to since I fell.”

He looks unsure, so you set the glass on her nightstand and she greets you with the same glee as she did her son.

“Are you warm, dear?”

“Oh yes,” you smile. “Especially during the night. All those blankets were so comforting to have. Um,” you turn back to Andy, “Why don’t you stand there and I’ll coach you on how to help her up.”

You give instructions slowly, providing advice on where to place his hands and how to hold her weight. After some clumsy trials and effort, with Marcella smiling the entire time and encouraging her eldest, Andy eventually got her from laying on her back to sitting up. He sits at the edge of the mattress and catches his breath.

“What’s going on?”

Turning back, you find Ari standing in the doorway, eyes taking in every individual in the room.

“Andy just helped me up!” Marcella answers, cutting through the tension with her cheerful lilt.

You perk up, spotting the orange bottles on her nightstand next to the glass of water. “Don’t forget to take your medication,” you remind her gently.

“Don’t talk to her that way,” Ari snaps, drawing everyone’s attention to him. “She’s not a damn child.”

“Ari!” Marcella chastises him, “Don’t you swear in my house! She’s doing her job, let her.”

You hold his gaze as you breathe in slowly and exhale through your nose. Deciding not to address the situation, you swallow and turn your eyes back to the medications. You pick them up and scan your eyes over the text to find the instructions on how to take them as the air hangs tensely in the room again.

Still ignoring Ari’s reprimand, you place one bottle down and open the other, shaking out one tablet. “Here, take this one,” you instruct. “And you’ll take the other one–”

“After breakfast,” Ari finishes for you. “She knows.”

You don’t miss the intention of his statement; he’s trying to remind you that he thinks you’re not needed. Your chest squeezes in embarrassment, but Marcella doesn’t let you feel that way for long. “Can you hand me my water, dear?”

As you reach for the glass and hand it to her, you hear Ari address his brother. “I thought you were leaving?”

“You really that eager to see me go?” Andy rebuttals. Then he sighs again, “I can’t. The snow,” he points to the window behind him with his thumb.

You look that way too; there’s a light flurry falling, white particles swirling in the breeze.

“Once it clears, I’ll go.”

More tension in the air and it suffocates you.

“Shall I make breakfast?” you wonder, looking at your patient. Marcella nods eagerly with a smile, telling you she wants pancakes.

“Of course,” you return her smile.

Looking at the door, Ari blocks the whole opening, only stepping aside slightly to allow you to squeeze by.

—

You serve up enough breakfast for everyone, throwing in a variety of foods including pancakes, bacon, fruits, and potatoes.

Marcella sighs happily as she chews on a sugared apple that you cooked on the stove. “Ari never makes me fruit like this!”

“Well, I wanna make sure you eat healthy too,” you state. “That’s also really important for patients like you.”

She coos at you, placing a hand on her chest.

Ari looks gruff as usual, but Andy throws you a small smile and mouths thank you.

You nod and excuse yourself from the table to get Marcella’s second medication from her bedroom. As you return to the table, you make a mental note to keep this bottle down here since it needs to be taken with food.

“Okay, second one of the day,” you say, pouring one pill out onto the cap.

“You can give it to Ari,” she says, “He cuts this one in half for me.”

“He does?” you ask, trying to hide your shock as you look at him.

“That a problem?” He doesn’t even look at you as he picks up more potatoes with his fork.

You set your jaw as you take in his arrogant tone. “Yes because you can’t cut these in half, it needs to be taken whole or she won’t be getting the proper dosage.”

“People cut their medications in half all the time,” he dismisses you. “What’s so different about this one?”

You sigh sharply, asking if you can talk to him privately. Without waiting for an answer, you leave the dining area and go into the hallway.

His steps are heavy as he follows and he looms over you when he stands in front of you.

You tell him the medication’s name and ask, “Do you know what it’s for?”

“It’s for Parkinson’s,” he answers bluntly.

You go on a long tangent about the importance and purpose of the medication, explaining what you know about brain function and how Parkinson’s impacts it.

“What’s your point?” he cuts you off in the middle of your monologue.

You sigh to summon your patience, closing your eyes and going over it again, this time using the most basic vocabulary you can in order to help him understand.

When you finish, you can’t discern his thoughts from his stoic facial expression.

“Look, if you could just stop and lay down your pride for five minutes and understand that I’m here to help your mother, I would really appreciate that. Then maybe you can understand why it’s important for you to listen to others because believe it or not, you’re not the only one in the world who cares about Marcella.”

“You were hired to take care of her. You don’t actually–”

“Don’t assume so much about me,” you cut him off. “Yes, I was hired but that means I need to do my job. That includes telling you stuff like this to make sure she gets the treatment that she needs.”

Ari doesn’t reply, he only clenches his jaw.

“Don’t cut pills without consulting me or a pharmacist in the future,” you declare firmly.

You push past him, making him stand with his back to the wall and watch you leave in surprise.

Pressing his hand into his face, he exhales quickly and closes his eyes tightly.

Idiot, he reprimands himself. Idiot, idiot, idiot.

He remembers the first day she was handed the prescription. She was scared.

His mom, his mother; but he calls her "mama". He could play back nearly every moment he said it, memories flashing in his mind all the way back to the very first one.

Times when he laughed so hard he could barely say it. When he needed help and she knelt down to look at him and promised it'd be okay. When he came home late from the lumber yard and found her there next to the dining table.

To Ari, she’s strong, unyielding, fierce.

All that and more is true, he thinks, with the addition of one more.

Sick.

Sick beyond repair.

Taking medicines not to cure, but to delay, as he understood it.

He was scared about the medication, too. It suddenly became real. She fell because of issues with her muscles and so many things in her brain that the doctor tried to explain but Ari couldn’t keep up with. It was so hard to process it all. When the doctor asked if he had any questions, Ari shook his head.

How could he ask anything when he didn’t know what he doesn’t know?

It was the same thing at the pharmacy when he picked them up, fluorescent lights hurting his stinging eyes as he held back tears.

They sat at the dining table that night for fifteen minutes, the first of those levo-whatever tablets sitting on a napkin, waiting to be taken.

Ari stared at it, not knowing what it would do but praying for it to help.

His mother stared at it knowing she needed to take it but still afraid to.

He cut it in half to appease her, to give her a break so that maybe it would be less scary.

It was.

He did it every time she took it, which wasn’t every day, but all the nights and mornings when either one of them remembered the medications were there.

Scrubbing his hand down his face, he gathers himself, willing the memory away and remembering he has to be at the lumber yard in fifteen minutes.

He returns to the dining table, keeping his expression blank as he picks up his fork.

“Were you able to take the whole thing, Ma?” he asks, looking at her and avoiding your gaze.

“Yes,” she nods. “She rubbed my back through the whole thing.”

Ari nods once and he finishes the last of his breakfast. He doesn’t look at you when he gets up and says he’s heading out; he barely looks at his brother as he says goodbye to him.

He hugs his mom tightly.

—---

Three Weeks Later

Andy checked in more often than previously, much to Marcella’s joy. His calls didn’t come on at much of a consistent pattern, but she didn’t care. It just mattered that he called.

Ari slowly began to relinquish more of his caregiving duties to you, though he still hovered when he could.

You didn’t blame him; if either of your parents had the same fate, you’d become a helicopter yourself.

In some ways, it was good. It came in handy today.

Your hands shake as you sit by the window seat, watching more snow fall and leaning on the chilly glass pane to ground yourself.

“Who the hell are you?” Marcella had shouted when you returned from the bathroom.

Understanding what was happening, you slowly raised your hands to show her you meant no harm.

“Marcella, you know me,” you told her, keeping your voice even. “Remember? Your son, Andy–”

“Andy isn’t here!”

“He hired me, I came here three weeks ago. That was the last time you saw him.”

“Liar!”

“I’m not lying,” you said, cautiously stepping forward. “We can call him, he’ll tell you–”

She swung her hand back and it suddenly collided with your face, making you stumble back. You pressed your hand to your cheek, feeling your skin heat up underneath your fingers.

Then, the front door slammed as Ari entered the house.

“What’s going on?”

Marcella gasped. “Albert,” she sighed in relief, “Albie, help me!”

“Mama, what–”

“Ari, just come here and help–”

“Don’t you dare talk to him!” she shouted, coming toward you for another hit but Ari stepped between the two of you, barricading her from advancing any further.

You used that to make your escape, quickly moving down the hall to your room and shutting the door behind you.

You had heard Ari bringing his mother upstairs minutes earlier, feeling relieved that maybe he had calmed her down enough to get her settled.

—

Ari heard you sneak down the hallway behind him.

“Albie, I’m so scared,” his mother gasps a sob, bringing her hands to cover my mouth. “Who was that woman?”

“She’s here to help you, Mama,” Ari reminds her gently. “Remember–?”

“I don’t understand,” she cries, stepping forward and hiding her face in his chest. “I’m so confused, Albie, what’s happening?”

Unable to answer that question, Ari slowly brings his arms around her, rubbing his palms up and down her back in an attempt to soothe her.

He stands there and lets her sob, shake and shudder against him and he breathes in deeply, pushing away his own tears and summoning all his strength to prevent his knees from buckling.

There’s a certain indescribable grief that he feels. That strange feeling that a person you knew so well isn’t the same anymore.

He felt something similar the moment his father told him that Andy had left.

Except this isn’t accompanied by any spite or betrayal. It was the worst kind of grief.

The one that comes unaccompanied. That consumes him and leaves him with no direction, no way home because what kind of home is this cabin if his mama isn’t there?

“I think you need to rest, Mama,” he suggests quietly. “Maybe a nap will help you feel better.”

“Oh, yes,” she agrees with a snuffle, “Such a great idea, Albie.”

His chest squeezes with a strange feeling of being called by his father’s name. Choosing not to dwell on it, though, he asks his mother to let go to allow him to shed his heavy coat that he wore to protect him from the cold while he was outside.

He ushers her upstairs and under the covers, tucking her in tightly and gently reassuring her along the way.

“Albie, will you stay here with me?”

“I’ll stay here till you sleep, Mama.”

She looks relieved and comforted, settling in and maneuvering her hand out from under the covers and slotting it into Ari’s.

She’s asleep in a few minutes and Ari squeezes her hand, quickly wiping away a tear that just escapes the corner of his eye. Closing his eyes and swallowing, he gathers himself before setting her hand on the mattress gently and quietly exiting the room.

—

Closing your eyes, you felt your stomach grumble; with your emotions subsiding, you could finally think about food.

Your door clicks quietly as you open it, poking your head out and hoping your ears can pick up what’s happening upstairs. You’re met with silence, so you decide to step out cautiously, keeping your movements slow to avoid any loud noises.

First you go into the bathroom to give yourself a once over in the mirror, spotting a clotted cut on your cheek. You’re nearly shocked; you hadn’t even realized you were bleeding.

Squatting down, you open the cabinet under the sink to look for any first aid equipment.

“Hey,” a voice above you startles you, making you jump while you were rifling through the various objects.

“Sorry,” Ari apologizes. “What are you looking for?”

“First aid kit,” you answer, placing an unopened tube of toothpaste back where it belongs.

“Why do you need that?”

You look up at him, turning your head enough to clearly show him the cut on your cheek.

His face shows clear surprise, forehead wrinkling as his eyebrows shoot up and his blue eyes widen.

“Did Ma do that?”

“Yeah, I think it was her ring,” you shrug, standing up.

He wordlessly walks back up the hallway and you shut the door before following him into the kitchen.

Your eyes wander over his tall frame as he opens a standalone cabinet, gulping as you gawk at his shoulders again and–

“Here,” he says, pulling out a white metal box with a red Swiss cross on it. He sets it on the table before washing his hands in the sink as you sit at the chair closest to you, open the latch and begin to file through the supplies.

As a nurse, you were impressed with how well-stocked the kit was.

“Here, I got ya,” Ari sits across from you, turning the kit to face him and pulling out a jar of antibiotic ointment. He opens the jar then takes out a Q-tip wrapped in plastic. Tearing the packaging open, he dips it into the jar and reaches over to apply the ointment over your cut.

When your eyes close from the initial sting of the medication, you don’t have time to be in awe of the fact that his arm can stretch across the table without him needing to lean forward.

“Sorry,” he mutters.

“Don’t worry about it,” you dismiss him, wrinkling your nose and watching him put the Q-tip back into the wrapping and close the jar. He puts it back in the kit and takes out a box of steri-strips.

As he applies two of them over your cut, he muses to you, “You gotta admit, she’s got a mean backhand.”

“Oh, believe me,” you smile, “there was no doubt in my mind about that.” When he pulls his hand away, you touch the ends of the strips to make sure they adhere well to your skin. “She must really be a force to be reckoned with when she’s mad.”

His reaction surprises you; it’s the first time he’s ever smiled in front of you. “Shit, she was terrifying. The amount of times my ass was sore from her spankings…”

He stops himself at your horrified face, but his smile escalates to a laugh that bewilders you further.

“It wasn’t so bad; I definitely deserved it. I wasn’t the easiest kid.”

“You aren’t the easiest man, either,” you remark.

He looks reluctant to agree, but nods regardless. “Yeah, I’ve been a bit of a…uh…”

“A lumberjack-ass?” you finish for him, wrinkling your nose again.

It feels strange to share a laugh with him, but you can’t ignore the fluttery feeling in your stomach from seeing him smile.

After a few seconds, his face turns thoughtful.

“I dunno if you caught it,” he begins, eyes looking downward before they look at you. “But she called me by my dad’s name…why?”

You pause, trying to find your words and select them carefully. From the look on his face, you can tell he’s overwhelmed, so you decide to give a more simplistic explanation: “Sometimes with Parkinson’s, because it’s a disease that affects your brain, it changes your perception of things.

“She forgot who I am and sought out ways to defend herself which she clearly did,” you gesture to your cheek. “But, as humans, we also seek out security. If your father was someone who made her feel secure, I’m willing to bet that association has transferred to you. She just got the names mixed up.”

“So it’s not just ‘cause she misses dad?”

“That might be part of it, too. But I think it’s more about how you make her feel.”

He nods like he understands, but you can see in his face that he’s processing more than just the information you’ve laid out for him.

Then, you wonder if he’s ever had time to process anything about his mother’s condition.

“Has anything like this ever happened before, Ari?”

He presses his lips together and runs a hand through his hair. Mid-motion, his head rotates slightly to look in the direction of the window, casting sunlight against the glaze of tears coating his eyes. He sniffs once, then lays his hands on the table.

You don’t know what exactly his answer is, but you know either way, it makes him worry more.

Yes would mean each occurrence would only add more weight to the emotional load he already bears.

No would mean her condition may be progressing faster than he could keep up; to him, it might mean he’s failing as a son.

Regardless, you know he needs help.

You’re unsure how he’ll receive it, but you slowly slide your hands over to his, timidly wrapping your fingers around his and squeezing reassuringly.

His eyes drift up to meet yours, then back down to your joined hands.

He doesn’t pull away.

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Fic & Author Recommendations Wrapped 2022

This is a first I am doing this but I felt that I want to share what I’ve been reading for the past couple of months. 

Some authors you may already know and some, maybe not yet. But what they all have in common is that they make really amazing stories which I believe should be shared to everyone.

The categories will simply be separated by Dark and Non-Dark. I think it’s easier that way, but I will mention either way if they (the non-dark ones) are fluff, angst or simply smut. 

Dark

Unsolicited (Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Summary: You run into a rude stranger at the mall, but this won’t be just another chance encounter.

All in the Family (Silverfox!Loki x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ Summary: Your new boyfriend invites you to meet his parents for the holidays.

Wallflower (Silverfox!Thor x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​​ Summary: Your mother meets a new man, but he doesn’t seem very interested in her.

High Value Hero (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rustytricycle Summary: America’s golden boy, Steve Rogers, doesn’t have the most modern view of women behind closed doors. And the podcasts his buddy Sam has introduced him to don’t help the situation. Unfortunately for you, you catch his eye when you become his next door neighbor.

The Fall of Aphrodite (ThorKi x Reader) by @cherienymphe Summary: You have the hearts of both of the princes, but nothing good lasts forever.

If I can’t have you (Andy Barber x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki​ Summary: After your professor calls off your affair, you won’t take no for an answer. Andy loves you and you love him— you’re meant to be.​

Fixer-Upper (Lumberjack!Steve x Reader) by @straywords​ Summary: You move to the countryside but life isn’t the cottage daydream you hoped for.

Grey

Put You In Your Place (Stepdad!Andy Barber x Stepdaughter!Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki Summary: Andy is sick of his stepdaughter continuously stepping out of line, and when he catches her spiking the punch at Jacob’s sixteenth birthday party, he’s had enough. It’s time he teaches her a lesson.

Show Some Respect (James Conrad x OFC) by @ladycamillewrites Summary: Louise, the adventurous daughter of a Marine General was assigned Capt. Conrad’s expedition troop. Soon tempers clash and Conrad has to make his position clear.

Non-Dark

Legend: 💚 - Smut / 💙 - Fluff / 💔 - Angst

Poker Face (Loki x Reader) by @mochie85​​ 💚 ​ Summary: Will you win a game of strip poker against the god of mischief?

It’s Always Been You (Loki x Reader) by @sarahscribbles​​ 💙 ​ Summary: Loki follows you from the Yule celebration with one question on his mind.

Come Around Sundown (Tattooed!DBF!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki​ 💚 ​ Summary: What happens at Christmas is never just a one time thing, and when summer break rolls around, you find yourself repeating past mistakes. Or is it a mistake?

Chocolate and Promises (Loki x F!Reader) by @michelleleewise​ 💔💙 Summary: You have been friends with Loki awhile, so when he locks himself away you make it your mission to get to the bottom of it.​

Give these writers some lovin’ and don’t forget to reblog if you liked their fics. Likes are nothing but reblogs are everything. Also, feedback is key! Enjoy! 💖

p.s. you can also send me some of your recommendations. Just slide in my ask or my DMs.

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MARCH 2022 UPDATES 💕✨

The end of 2021 got away from me and apparently so did January & February so here’s my big update of all the lists I’ve updated in the last 4 months! As always recs are welcome and I hope you have a wonderful day/night and find something new to read and new authors to spam with love! ❤️

★ Find my main masterlist here 💕

★ Everything I recommended in September + October + November 2021!

Characters included under the cut:

Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Stephen Strange, Ikaris, Druig, Makkari, M’Baku, Johnny Storm, Ransom Drysdale, Ari Levinson, Nick Fowler, Chris The Destroyer, Andy Barber, Spancer Reid, Penelope Garcia x Derek Morgan, Chris Evans, Richard Madden, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton

★ These are the lists I’ve added to/updated from Dec 2021 - Mar 2022 ⬇️

Bucky Barnes

Bucky x Reader + Part 2 + Part 3 

Chubby!Bucky x Reader aka. Baker!Bucky, Librarian!Bucky, Alpha!Bucky

Misc!Bucky x Reader aka. Baker!Bucky, Lumberjack!Bucky, Vampire!Bucky, Roommate!Bucky, College!Bucky, Demon!Bucky, 40s!Bucky, Construction Worker!Bucky, Stripper!Bucky, Florist!Bucky, Neighbour!Bucky, Mafia!Dilf!Bucky

Mafia!Bucky x Reader & Mafia!Dilf!Bucky

Biker!Bucky x Reader

Dad!Bucky x Reader Part 1 + Part 2 

Alpha!Bucky x Reader

Mob!Bucky x Reader

TFATWS!Bucky x Reader

Bodyguard!Bucky x Reader

+ Stucky x Reader aka.Mafia!Stucky

Steve Rogers

Steve x Reader

Mafia & Mob!Steve x Reader

Alpha!Steve x Reader

Biker!Steve x Reader

Misc!Steve x Reader aka. Neighbour!Steve, Chubby!Steve, Lumberjack!Steve

+ Stucky x Reader aka. Mafia!Stucky

Peter Parker 

Peter Parker x Reader

Stephen Strange

Stephen Strange x Reader

Ikaris

Ikaris x Reader

Druig x Reader

Druig x Reader (x Makkari)

M’Baku

M’Baku x Reader

Johnny Storm

Johnny Storm x Reader

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom x Reader

Ari Levinson

Ari Levinson x Reader + mafia!Ari & biker!Ari

Nick Fowler x Reader

Nick x Reader

Chris The Destroyer

Destroyer!Chris x Reader

Andy Barber

Andy Barber x Reader

Mafia!Andy x Reader

Spencer Reid

Spencer Reid x Reader

Penelope x Derek

Penelope x Derek

Chris Evans

Chris Evans x Reader

Richard Madden

Richard Madden x Reader

Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie

Colin Bridgerton x Penelope

Anthony Bridgerton x Kate

[arndylevinbarber]

I JUST HAVE TO SHARE THESE!!! Below are the full fics that I’ve read last month that I think might interest you! I’ve read almost all of them in one sitting😅

ALL RECOMMENDED FICS ARE 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

✨Enjoy✨

🔥 Highways and Heatstrokes by @oh-my-damn​ 

Pairing: Trucker! Ari Levinson x Hitchhiker! Reader

THIS WAS SO SPICY. God I love Ari so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

🔥 Wooden Facade by @pagesoflauren​ 

Pairing: Lumberjack! Ari Levinson x Reader

This one has a spinoff/sequel that’s in the works! It’s called House of Stone and it’s Professor! Andy Barber x Student! Reader and I’m so so so excited how it’ll continue😭����

🔥 The Highest Bidder by @pagesoflauren​ (Current read!!)

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

I’m still not done with this but so far I just know my heart is about to burst from the mixture of slow burn, mutual pining and ANGST. 

[navybrat817]

Navy's January Fics

Hi, lovelies! Here are my fics and imagines for January. Moodboard by yours truly, banner by @sgt-seabass , and divider by @firefly-graphics .

1/4 - Adventures in Babysitting (Florist!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

1/6 - Ravenous (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

1/8 - Insatiable (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

1/12 - Preliminary (Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Reader)

1/15 - Greedy (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

1/18 - Shatter (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

1/18 - Cordially Invited: Part 2 (Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader)

1/22 - Worship (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

1/22 - Opacity (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

1/24 - Service With a Smile (Mechanic!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

1/25 - Looks Better on You (Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Reader)

Love and thanks for reading! 💙

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

A couple of days late but I've been on holiday so it's allowed! As always please check individual warnings for each fic. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog, and the majority tagged, are 18+ only and most of these fics contain adult themes.

Make sure you give these incredible writers some love and reblogs 🪐

Andy Barber & Frank (Endings Beginnings) ✨

*The bar by @ramp-it-up

Barkeep! Andy Barber x Reader x Frank (Endings, Beginnings)

Bucky Barnes ✨

Foolish heart by @jadedvibes

Beefy neighbor!Bucky x reader

Love bomb baby by @ussgallifrey

80s Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

If it were summer by @pellucid-constellations

College!Bucky x reader

All this time by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x female!reader

Kiss kiss bang bang by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader

Fire on fire by @sinner-as-saint

Firefighter!Bucky x Reader

The princess and the pirate by @bonky-n-steeb

Pirate!Bucky x female reader

You're the glitter in the dark by @musingsinmoonlight

Bucky Barnes x female reader

Red lace by @buckies-dolle

Bucky x fem!reader

Chubby Baker Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Chubby Baker Bucky x Reader

You are in love, true love by @blushingbucky

bucky barnes x f!reader

Nothing holding me back by @bonky-n-steeb

roommate! alpha! bucky x omega! reader

Tardy by @bemine-bucky

college!bucky x college!reader

Cosmic love / the gravity between us by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader (College AU)

Artist Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Artist!Bucky x Reader

*Undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations

Lumberjack!Bucky x Reader

Sleepless nights by @kikixreverie

Roommate!Bucky x Fem!reader

Ari Levinson ✨

*The tip of his tongue by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker Ari x Reader

*Boys in bed with books by @jobean12-blog

Ari Levinson x reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Sunlight by @musingsinmoonlight

Sam Wilson x female reader

Nick Fowler ✨

My skin on yours by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

bodyguard!Nick Fowler x Reader

Fair play by @jobean12-blog

Nick Fowler x reader

Steve Rogers ✨

If I could touch you by @musingsinmoonlight

Steve Rogers x female reader

Johnny Storm ✨

*Boys in bed with books by @jobean12-blog

Johnny Storm x reader

Thor ✨

Miss your kiss by @musingsinmoonlight

Thor Odinson x female reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Show me who's the sheriff of this town by @summerofsnowflakes

Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader

Andy Barber ✨

*Cruel daddy by @onsunnyside

boyfriend's dad!Andy Barber x reader

Little star by @kinanabinks

Andy Barber x pornstar!reader

Marc Spector / Steven Grant ✨

Eclipsed by @lex-the-flex

Marc Spector x reader

Bad knight, good knight by @babyboibucky

Marc Spector x Fem!Reader (feat. Steven Grant)

Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers ✨

*Stockholm syndrome by @amythedvdhoarder

Dark Stucky x Reader

Peter Parker ✨

Terrible thing by @inklore

peter parker x (f)reader

Curtis Everett ✨

*Out of darkness by @jtargaryen18

Curtis Everett x reader

[holylulusworld]

Lulu’s Multi-Fandom X-Mas Bingo

🎄🎄🎄 I couldn’t find any Christmas Bingo this year, so I decided to create my own. 🎄🎄🎄

If you want to use the card too, feel free to use it for any fandom.

Here’s a Winter Bingo for anyone who doesn’t celebrate Christmas:

Multi-Fandom Winter Bingo

You can also tag my main blog @holylulusworld and use the tag #LulusXMASBingo2022 if you want me to reblog your stories of any fandom.

If not, just have fun with the card.

Please respect my bounderies. I do not read: incest, Wincest, non-con, underaged smut, toilet stuff, water sports, fisting, extreme BDSM, torture, age play, pet play.

🎄🎄🎄 Divider by @dawn-petrichor-world​ 🎄🎄🎄

Please be aware none of the stories are available yet.

Square 1: TBA (??? x Reader): Merry Christmas

Square 2: Her secret Santa (Tony Stark x Reader): Secret Santa  

Square 3: A Christmas dream (Ackles’ characters x fem!Reader): Naughty Christmas  

Square 4: Christmas on the run (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader): Snowed in  

Square 5: Cabin of love (2) - A short ride (Alpha!Dean Winchester x Reader): Winter

Square 6: Our first Christmas (TfatW!Sam Wilson x Reader): Love  

Square 7: Thief for Christmas (Dean Winchester/Young Dean x Reader): Christmas Tree  

Square 8: Still a grumpy Santa sequel to Grumpy Santa (Steve Rogers x Reader): Grumpy Christmas hater

Square 9: TBA (??? x Reader): Winter Wonderland  

Square 10: Angelic Christmas (Castiel x Reader): Angel

Square 11: TBA (Sam Winchester x Reader): Building a snowman

Square 12: Just another Christmas (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): Angst

Square 13: Burned Cookies (Tfatws!Bucky x Reader): Free Space

Square 14: Start again (Andy Barber x Reader): Fluff

Square 15: Stumble (Bucky Barnes x Reader): Candy canes  

Square 16: Little wonders (Soldier!Boy x Reader): First snow  

Square 17: My lumberjack (Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x Reader): Cabin

Square 18: TBA (??? x Reader): Fireplace  

Square 19: Every Christmas - sequel to This Christmas (2) (Mechanic!Dean x Reader): Cozy

Square 20: Christmas Sweater (Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader): Sweater

Square 21: Blue Christmas (5) - Snippet to Blue Christmas (Mobster!Steve x Reader x Mobster!Bucky): Last Christmas

Square 22: Christmas after you (Chris Evans x Reader): Breakup before Christmas  

Square 23: Clichè (CEO!Thor Odinson x Reader): Faking it

Square 24: Big grump (Dean Winchester x Reader): Love confessions  

Square 25: The pie whisperer (Dean Winchester x Baker!Reader): Lonely on Christmas  

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincssSwanie - Reading List Week 77

Welcome to the New Year & Week 77

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers​​​​​​​​​​ & Header by @happygowriting​​

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

💜  Missy

Peanut - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie​​

Grumpy Lumberjack Bucky - Part 1 - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @angrythingstarlight​​

Andy Barber Drabble - @ozarkthedog​​

Billy Russo Drabble - @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms​​

Sweetlin’- (Bucky x Reader) - @chaashni​​

Something to Smile About - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​

Soft Spot - (Nick x Reader) - @navybrat817​

Pearl of my Heart - (Steve x Reader) - @19ana45​

Touch - (Ari x Reader) - @labella420​

Showtime - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420​

Fly on the Wall - (Steve x Reader) - @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​​

Do You Fondue? - (Steve x Reader) - @our-marvel-universe​

There’s Fire - (Bucky x Reader) - @indyluckycharlie​​  

Kinktober - Free Use - (Andy x Reader x Jake) - @river-soul​ 

What if Ari replaced Andy (different kind of love) - @river-soul​

Coming in Hot - Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @nexusnyx​​

Deadbeat - Part 7 - Part 8 - (Lee x Reader) -  @the-witty-pen-name​

Morning Exchange - (Bucky x Reader) - @buckyhoney​​

Gratification - (Nick x Reader) - @navybrat817​

Dennis - (Dennis x Reader) - @queenoftheworldisdead​​

Dead by Sundown - Part 3 - (Loki x Reader x Andy) - @lokislastlove​​

Sharks in the Water - (Billy x Reader) - @heli0s-writes​

Kinktober Day 5 - (Andy x Reader x Ari) - @christywantspizza​​

Pot of Gold - (Steve x Reader) - @gotnofucks​​

Memories of Midnight - (Nick x Reader) - @bonky-n-steeb​​

Drippin’ like Honey - (Bucky x Reader) - @chaashni​​

New Rules - Prologue - (Steve x Reader) - @syntheticavenger​​

Splash - (Ari x Reader) - @labella420​

Sleep - (Ari x Reader) - @labella420​

The Lesson - (Andy x Reader x Jake) - @river-soul​

Love Thy Neighbor - (Andy x Reader) - @river-soul​

A Most Wanted Man - (Nick x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​

Kidnapping Captain America - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld​​

Mafia Bucky One-shot - @chaashni​​

You Keep My Heart Warm - (Jake x Reader) - @christywantspizza​​

A Castle for a Crown - (Frank x Reader x Billy) - @becauseicantthinkwritings​​

A Man’s Home is his Castle - (Frank x Reader x Billy) - @becauseicantthinkwritings​​

Delicate Edges - Part 2 - @wkemeup​​

Ride - (Bucky x Reader) - @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​​

Sick - (Billy x Reader) - @esse-writing​​

Charm - (Bucky x Reader) - @metalbuckaroo​​

Midnight Snack - (Steve x Reader) - @wayward-blonde​

Willing or Not - (Andy x Reader) - @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms​​

Willing or Not Sequel - (Andy x Reader) - @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms​​

She’s Special - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan​​

Stains Like Red Wine - (Steve x Reader) - @cockslut-padalecki​​

Sleep, Sweet Girl - (Nat x Reader) - @tuiccim​​

A Safe Place - (Nick x Reader) - @nano--raptor​

Home at Last - Chp 2 - @lokislastlove​​

Icarus - Chp 1 - (Billy x Reader) - @esse-writing​​

Life in the Fast Lane - Part 7 - (Ari x Reader) - @syntheticavenger​​

Miss Velvet - Chp 1 - (Bucky x Reader) - @missvelvetsstuff​​

Riding On - Chp 21 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes​

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Place Like This 4 - Ending

Warnings: this short series includes dark elements including noncon, violence, mentions of mental illness, mentions of contraception, and other explicit content. I’m not your mother, curate your own consumption.

This is dark!Lumberjack!Andy Barber and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You find yourself trapped.

Note: Alright, this is gonna be the last part. Hope y’all enjoyed.

Thank you. Love you guys!

As always, if you can, please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

You didn’t know how you fell asleep. You chalked it up to your near-death experience and the physical shock that still ravaged your body. You were roused by a soft sway. Andy carried you up the stairs as the pale early morning light broke through the shrouded windows. You groaned, your body was sore.

He angled you through your bedroom door and set you down, your body enveloped in the duvet as he pulled the rest of your covers over you. He sat on the edge of the bed and grinned down at you. He had already dressed, the same clothing he’d shed before the fire. You turned your face away from him.

“I’m going into town. I’ll try to be quick.” He said. “There’s a lot of snow to clear though so… who knows,” His hand was on your shoulder, heavy even through the layers. “Sleep, relax…” He leaned in so that his beard tickled your cheek. “You’ll need your energy.”

You shuddered and turned your back to him. He chuckled and stood. You listened to the old wooden floor as it groaned beneath his weight and the door shut behind him with a soft click. You buried your head in your pillow as you tried to chase away visions of the night before.

You should’ve just left well enough alone. Should have.

Your sank back down into your drowsiness, reached for it, as you welcomed sleep and an escape from your new reality. If it were only for a few minutes or a few hours, you needed it because there was no true escape to be had.

When you woke again, you heard muffled voices below. Your head was heavy. You must’ve slept for some time. You sat up and climbed to you feet with a stagger. You went to your dresser and pulled out a sweatshirt and a pair of corduroy pants. You slipped into a pair of cotton panties but didn’t bother with your bra as the loose shirt hung from your shoulders.

The stairs creaked and you turned to stare at the door. He didn’t knock before he entered. Instead, Andy strode in and shut the door swiftly behind him. He placed the paper bag on your dresser as he neared and you backed away until you were against the wall.

“You’re looking better,” He said. “Your mother will be happy.” You were silent as he watched you. “I made sure she took her pills, don’t you worry, and I brought back breakfast. For all of us.” 

He turned and unfolded the top of the bag. He reached inside and pulled out a slender box. He held it out to you.

“She’s warming it up now. It was a long drive.” He said. “You should eat before you take it.”

You hesitantly took the box. Your insides twisted and you sidled away from him to sit on the bed. You carefully slipped the flap open and slid out the single pill.

“We’ll be safer from here on out,” He reached into the bag again and revealed a large box of condoms. He smiled as he faced you and read the side. “Ribbed for her pleasure, huh? Looks like I’m doing you all sorts of favours.”

You shook your head as you popped the pill out of the wrapper. You swallowed it dry and closed up the box before tucking it away in your night table. Andy set down the box of condoms and neared. He sat besides you and played with the loose sleeve of your shirt.

“I’d say we could test these out now but you’re mom’s worried,” He sneered. “Come down, humour her, and we’ll catch up later.”

“You should’ve killed me,” You croaked. 

“No fun in that,” He stood and stretched his arms behind him. “But lots of fun to be had.”

“How can you do this? How can--”

“You know what I’ve learned. This world is cruel whether you’re good or bad so what’s the point in trying.” He snarled. “Might as well get what you can out of it any way you can. Good and bad be damned.” He went to the door and swung it open. “Come on. Leave your mom waiting and she might start to expect you’re up to something.”

You rose and sniffed. You tucked your feet into your slippers and followed him into the hall. You wrung your hands. You could taste the powdery remnants of the pill on your tongue and almost felt it sinking into your gut.

Your mother was in the kitchen. She pulled out the pan of scrambled eggs, hash, and sausage. The smell of coffee floated in the air.

“Dear, you’re awake,” She set the pan down and laid out the three plates stacked on the counter. “I was so worried. How many times did I tell you when you were young to be careful of ice?”

“Uh,” You sat and Andy went to help her at the counter. “There was a lot of snow. I couldn’t see.”

He nodded subtly, a silent approval as he faced away from you. You mother divvied up the goods and Andy turned with two plates and set them on the table. He turned back from the last and took it from your mother.

“Sit, I’ll get the coffee… and your tea, of course. The kettle should be ready.” He set the plate down and pulled out her chair. 

She sat and preened and you hid your dismay. You picked up your fork but your mother shook her head to warn you to wait. You did as Andy brought you both mugs and grabbed the cream and milk from the fridge. He sat with his own cup of coffee and sighed.

“Well, it’s been a bit of a disastrous few days but… I’m really glad I was here to help you ladies out,” He beamed. “Out here, all alone, you two really could’ve been in a lot of trouble.”

🍂

Later that day, after your mother laid down for her nap, you retreated to your office. Writing would help distract you. And if you couldn’t write, it gave you a reason to be alone. You sat before your screen, staring at the blinking cursor. You were supposed to be writing about themes for unique holiday gatherings. You weren’t much of a host but writing had taught you how to bluff.

You sat back in your chair and pressed your hands to your temples. You couldn’t concentrate. You still felt a slight chill and a shadow of fatigue hovered over you. He would be back to work tomorrow, if the lumberyard didn’t shut down due to snow. The storm had slowed enough that it might not.

The door opened and you spun around. Andy let the door slowly close behind him as he crossed the room but it didn’t click. You watched him near and he reached past you to your desk. He laid down the condom and smirked.

“Well, it’s quiet around here,” His fingers flitted over your shoulder as he drew back. “I’m pretty bored.”

“I’m working.” You swiveled back and rested your fingers on the keyboard. He grabbed your chair and rolled it back. He stepped forward and bent to look at your laptop. 

“Hmm, not much,” He said and snapped his fingers. “Here.” 

He grasped your arm and tugged until you stood. He pulled the chair up behind him and sat as you shuffled aside.

“What are you doing?” You reached for the mouse as he did and he batted your hand away.

“Get undressed,” He demanded as he minimized your document and scrolled through the rest of your files. “Now.”

“Andy--”

“You don’t wanna make a scene. Wake up your mother?” He looked at you briefly. “I thought you understood how this was going to work.”

You nodded and backed away. He glanced back at your computer and sighed as he rolled the wheel of the mouse and clicked. You lifted your sweat shirt over your head and shivered. It was cold despite the distant rattle in the vents.

“He wore black. Always black. As if he thought he could fade into the background. Often he did, as he watched her. As he followed her through the crowded streets. She never noticed him, never was aware of her watcher only six steps behind…” He read allowed. “Not until that day.”

He clicked his tongue and turned to you as you unbuttoned your fly. You blinked at him dumbly and froze.

“Interesting story you got going there,” He remarked. “A bit… fantastical. Real villains aren’t so obvious.”

You blanched and looked away. You pushed your zipper down and shoved your pants down your legs. You stepped out of them, your wool socks caught in the ankles and stood. He grabbed the elastic of your panties and drew you forward.

“We’ll have to be quick right now,” He said. “But tonight, we can take our time.”

You caught yourself on his shoulder as he pulled you close. His fingers brushed along the front of the cotton and forced your legs apart. He pushed the fabric aside and felt along your folds. He poked inside you roughly and growled. He rescinded his hand and stood suddenly.

He took the condom from the desk and held it out to you. “Put it on me.”

He was quick to pull up his flannel shirt and undo his jeans. He slid them down with his briefs and pulled himself out over the top. Your hands shook as you tore open the wrapped. You flicked it onto the desk as you held onto the rubber. You pressed it to his tip and slowly pushed the ring down his length so it stretched over him. He groaned as you reached his base.

“The chair. On your knees.” He ordered as his cock bobbed before him.

You gulped and climbed onto the chair, gripping the back as it threatened to tilt beneath you. He grabbed the arms and rolled it back until his cock pressed against your ass. He hooked his hand over your shoulder as his other guided his tip down. He slid your panties aside and poked around. You arched your back as he found your entrance and pushed inside slowly.

You were dry and the rubber hurt as he got deeper. You gasped and dug your nails into the leather. He pushed himself to his limit and snarled as he wiggled his hips. He thrust slowly and the chair shifted slightly. He took a deep breath and repeated the motion, harder, so that his flesh clapped against yours. The chair jolted beneath you.

“Fuck,” He rasped as he gripped the back of your neck and slid his hand around to grope your chest. “Maybe you can write about this, hmm?”

You braced yourself against the chair as it shook beneath you. He rutted into you harder and faster with each rock of his hips. Your body responded and his strokes grew slicker and smoother. You bit into the heel of your hand as you tried to keep quiet.

“Tonight…” He spoke as he kept on. “Three taps. You come to me. Got it?”

“Yes,” You croaked as you slapped your hand back against the chair. 

His hand left your tit and stretched over yours on the leather. He clung to the chair as he pounded into even hard. You struggled to catch your breath as your core swelled. He didn’t relent as you whined and the share rocked noisily beneath you. Your thighs quaked as your orgasm bloomed and you choked on your voice.

He slammed into you over and over. The tails of his shirt tickled your ass as he did and your hips ached at the sheer force. He squeezed your neck and drew you back against him as he groaned. His hips slowed and he took long, ragged strokes as he came. He stifled his voice with a growl and stilled. 

He pulled out and pushed you away so that the chair spun slightly under you. You slipped down to stop it, your ass tender as you righted yourself on the seat. He hummed as he slid the condom off and flung it into the bin of crumpled papers under your desk. You stood and stepped past him to gather your clothes.

“You wanted this,” He said as he tucked his cock away. “That’s why you write that garbage.”

“Shut up,” You hissed as you fixed your panties and shook out your pants. “Don’t talk about my writing.”

“Excuse me,” He grabbed your chin and forced you to stand straight, your foot caught in your pants as they crumpled to the floor again. “You really wanna keep pushing me?”

You glared at him, searching his face as he sneered back. His jaw ticked and you tore your eyes away.

“Sorry,” You uttered. 

He scoffed and released you roughly. You stumbled and bent to pull your pants up. He watched as he crossed his arms.

“What happens if the old lady doesn’t get her pills?” He asked.

You took your shirt and stood abruptly. You hugged the thick fabric to your chest and frowned.

“Don’t…” You warned.

“I just want to be prepared.” He shrugged and grinned. “Just in case… something happens.”

“I’ll be good. Just leave her alone.” You stepped closer. “Whatever you want--”

“Whatever I want…” He bit his lip and his eyes drifted down. “Tonight, when you come in, don’t say a word. You get in the bed and suck my dick until I tell you to stop.” He winked and gave a low chuckle. “Oh and I got word that the yard isn’t going to be running tomorrow so… I wanna wake up the same way.”

You sniffed and glanced away. “Got it.”

He stepped closer and you shied away. He leaned in and kissed your forehead. “Good girl.”

🍂

The wet noises of your mouth were trapped beneath the blanket. Andy’s thick legs bent and tented the covers as your hand slid in time with your mouth. He was salty and slick. You held in a gag as he hit the back of your throat. Your stomach had felt off since you woke but you barely noticed your discomforts anymore for this man who had made himself a pestilence on your life.

His hands pressed against the back of your head as he urged you on. You let him. You had found in the last few weeks that it was easier to just give in. Appease him and it wasn’t so bad, though his persistence remained. Any hour he was there, any time your mother was disposed, he was on you. 

You tried not to think of the e-mail you received the day before. A warning from the magazine. Your work was late and often time subpar. You needed to get your shit together. You knew why but that wasn’t a problem you could solve. No, that problem was halfway down your throat.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” He rasped. “Oh--”

You pulled your mouth off of him and the blankets tangled around you as the sudden flip of your stomach had you frantic. You nearly fell off the bed as you pushed past his leg and brought your hand to your lips. The covers slipped from your shoulders and hung from the edge of the mattress as you wretched and your entire body tense. You looked around in panic and spewed into the dish of ancient potpourri that sat in the window ledge.

“What the fuck!” Andy sat up.

“I’m sorry… I don’t---” You put the dish down and wiped your mouth. “I don’t feel very well.”

“You’re sick?” He asked as he turned his legs over the edge of the bed.

“I think so. Stomach bug.” You said guiltily. “I’m sorry. I should’ve said something--”

“It’s okay, I don’t need your mouth,” He stood and crossed to you. He spun you around and pulled you back against him. “Bend over.”

“A condom--”

“I’ll pull out,” He smacked your ass and you bent over. He dragged you back onto his cock. “Fuck. You fucking edged me, you little bitch.”

“I didn’t-”

“Shut up,” He gripped your hips and rammed into you without relent. “You’re gonna clean that up. Then your mouth.” He growled. “Then we’ll try again.”

Your back ached as his pelvis crashed into your ass over and over. You let out a strangled cry and his breaths grew louder as they mingled with stifled curses. His hips stuttered and he sank into you with a startled grunt. He snarled as he spasmed and you felt his cum coat your walls.

“What the fuck?” You grabbed his hands and tried to shove them away. He clung to you and held himself deep inside of you as he purred. “Andy!”

“It’s alright,” He shuddered and slowly slipped out of you. He drew and hand back and slid his fingers through the cum that leaked from you and smeared it down your leg. “It’s too late to worry about all that.”

“What are you talking about?” You tore away from him and stood so fast it made you dizzy. “We’ve been safe. We--”

“That pill,” He pushed his tongue against the inside of his lip. “I switched the packaging. It was an anti-nausea pill.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You grimaced. “Why would you do that?”

He shrugged and laughed. He sat heavily on the edge of the bed and pushed his shoulders back.

“I’m not. I can’t be.” You said. “You’re lying.”

“Only one way to find out,” He smirked. “We can go to town, get you a test today.”

“No, no, no,” You stormed towards him and pushed his shoulder. “No, it’s not true.”

“Shit,” He caught your wrists and sneered up at you. “What is your mother going to think?”

“Let go of me. You bastard!” You wriggled in his grasp. “You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re a slut.” He retorted. “But I’ve got a good job, I’ve shown I can manage the house, and I think…” He twisted your wrists until you whined. “I’m a pretty decent father.”

“Stop,” You hissed.

He chuckled and stood, holding your arms above you as he did. You were helpless as you struggled against him.

“I know you’ve never really had a man in the house,” He taunted. “But you’re just going to have to get used to it.” He let go of your left arm and twisted your right behind you as he spun you. “Hell, I think your mother will be happy. A real man to take care of the family.”

He held you to him and you felt his cock twitch against you. “I hate you.” You muttered.

“I know,” He preened. “But you’re stuck with me now.”

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End Note: I’ve left this fairly open to interpretation but that being said, hope you all had fun!