#best friend’s brother andy barber x reader

[alisonsfics]

weekend trip

pairing: ex! best friends brother! andy barber x reader

summary: when your best friend invites you to stay with them at their cabin for the weekend, you think nothing could go wrong. until her brother andy shows up, who happens to be your ex-boyfriend, unbeknownst to your friend.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: smut, fingering, dirty talk, public teasing, mentions of smut, minors DNI (18+ only)

“Oh, come on, Kristina. Pick up the phone,” you mumbled to yourself as your phone continued to ring. You looked around for the fifth time, seeing if you could find a spare key.

You were officially locked out, and it was starting to get dark.

Your best friend, Kristina, had invited you on a weekend getaway at an Airbnb that was a cabin the mountains.

You were the first one to arrive, and you couldn’t remember the passcode for the lock. Kristina had told you, but it’d been in the middle of a rant about a million other things, so it was gone from your memory.

You assumed there’d be a spare key hidden under the mat or something. There wasn’t. And Kristina wasn’t picking up her phone.

You heard tires crunching on the fall leaves. When you turned around, you saw Kristina pulling into the driveway. You threw your hands up in the air, cheering. You enthusiastically waved to her, earning a giggle from her. You set your duffel bag down and raced over to her car once she parked.

“You just hanging out outside?” She asked, as she got out of the car. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “I don’t remember the passcode. I kept calling you but the signal kinda sucks.” You told her.

She laughed at your dilemma. “It’s 0613,” she said, to which you ran towards the door to grab your bag.

“I need to pee. I’ll see you in a second.” You said, as you ran into the house towards the closest bathroom.

When you came out, you went to find a bedroom to put your bag in.

Kristina had been your best friend since you both met in middle school. Her fiance, Dan, was also coming on the trip. Along with two of Kristina’s friends from college, and one of them was bringing a boyfriend.

You saw a room with a big queen size bed with Kristina’s suitcase placed on top. Then, there were two rooms that each had two twin beds. You picked one of the rooms and tossed your bag down.

When you came back out into the living room, Kristina was unpacking some of her snacks into the fridge. “Dan’s just a few minutes away, and he thinks the others are driving behind him.” She told you.

You both snacked on some cheese and crackers until they arrived. You remembered her friends from seeing them at Kristina’s birthdays and dinner parties.

“I think that’s them outside.” Kristina said, hearing two cars pull into the driveway. She headed for the front door, and you followed behind.

When her friends got out of their car, you realized there was no boyfriend with them. “I thought her boyfriend was coming.” You whispered to Kristina.

“They broke up last weekend. I forgot to tell you.” She said quickly. She reintroduced you to them, just in case. Dan came over and gave Kristina a kiss. “Nice to see you again,” he said, smiling and waving at you.

“Oh, and then, you obviously know Andy.” Kristina said, gesturing behind Dan.

You felt your heart skip a beat when you heard his name. You whipped your head over your shoulder to turn around. Sure enough, the one and only Andy Barber was staring back to you.

You quickly forced a polite smile. “It’s been a while. It’s good to see you.” He said, smirking at you.

“Alright, let’s all head inside.” Kristina said, heading towards the front door.

Your eyes stayed on Andy. You were having trouble believing he was really there. Then, his signature cologne hit you, and you knew you weren’t dreaming.

The dreamy combination of vanilla and cedar surrounded you and made it hard for you to focus.

Andy was Kristina’s older brother. You saw him all the time growing up when you’d go over to Kristina’s house. Your relationship with him was never anything out of the ordinary. He was just your best friend’s brother.

Until the divorce and Jacob’s trial two years ago.

After the trial, a lot of the employees at Andy’s law firm quit. You happened to be living back in town and had been recently laid off, so Andy hired you as his secretary after Kristina suggested it.

It was fine until a late night when you both were sleep-deprived. You both, against your better judgement, hooked up in his office.

You told him that you couldn’t work with him and sleep with him. So, he assigned you to be a different attorney’s assistant in the office. That way he could still see you around the office, and after work, he had you all to himself.

The attorney you worked for gave you a promotion after a few months.

You spent a late night at the office, thinking everyone had gone home for the day. You ran into Andy, and he took you back to his office and fucked you on his desk.

One of the employees that you beat for the promotion walked in on you. He threatened to go to HR because Andy was technically the owner of the firm. He accused Andy of giving you the promotion in exchange for sex.

You and Andy agreed it was too messy, so you stopped seeing each other and you got a new job somewhere else. It had been two years.

You never told Kristina about any of it. She assumed you stopped working there because you got a better job offer.

“You look shocked to see me.” Andy whispered to you, as the others walked ahead of you. You glared at him. “Of course I am. Kristina didn’t tell me you’d be here.” You said, raising your eyebrows.

He chuckled to himself. “Last minute thing. Dan didn’t want to be the only guy here after the breakup with what’s his name.” He told you. You ran your fingers through your hair.

You had no idea how you were going to survive a weekend with Andy while his sister was around.

As you all walked into the house, you did some quick mental math and realized that meant you were sharing a room with Andy. When you saw the smirk on his face, you knew he realized it too.

“Did you bring that wine that you had at your birthday?” You asked Kristina as you followed her into the kitchen. She quickly nodded and pulled it out of the fridge. The four of you girls sat on the couches and chatted while drinking wine.

The boys had both disappeared, but it didn’t bother you. You were worried about ogling Kristina’s brother in front of her.

After a while, you went down the hallway, so you could grab your phone charger out of your bag.

You walked into your room. You stopped in your tracks when you saw Andy standing by his bed with a towel wrapped around his hips. Water droplets dripped down his chest. He was quite literally shining.

You blinked, and your mouth hung open as you stared. “Not like you haven’t seen it before, sweetheart.” He pointed out. You snapped back into reality.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You think seeing you shirtless is some priceless gift. Guess your ego's gotten pretty big since the last time I saw you.” You teased him as you walked over to your bag. You fished your charger out and turned back around to face him.

“You were admiring me. You can just admit it. If it’ll make you feel better, I can stare at your ass when you leave the room. You know, if that’ll help.” He said, smirking at him. You rolled your eyes and threw one of your pillows over at his face.

You turned to leave the room and heard a soft whistle from behind you. You quickly flicked him off behind your back before going back to the living room.

“Oh great, you’re back. We were thinking about going in the hot tub.” Kristina said, turning to look at you. You eagerly nodded. “Of course. That sounds like fun.” You added.

You all went to get changed and met on the back porch.

You were the last to walk out. Andy’s eyes trailed down your body, practically drooling over you and your bikini.

You all piled into the hot tub once it got up to temperature. Andy gladly took a seat next to you. You all chatted about any topic that came to mind.

In the middle of Kristina’s rant about some lady she ran into at work, you caught Andy staring at you. You noticed the smirk on his face. He was realizing with all the bubbles, you couldn’t see into the water.

He slowly moved his hand closer to you, letting his pinky graze against yours. You fought to keep the smile off your face. He interlocked his pinky with yours, caressing your hand and eventually, interlacing his fingers with yours.

You felt a giddy sense of joy. You felt like a schoolgirl holding hands with her crush for the first time.

You mourned the loss of contact when Andy dropped your hand. You figured he was worried someone would notice.

You rested your arm along the back of the hot tub, leaning your face on your hand.

All of a sudden, you felt Andy’s large palm grab the top of your thigh.

You audibly gasped. Starting to panic, you tried to disguise it as a cough. “You alright?” Kristina asked, looking over at you. You quickly nodded.

You cleared your throat. “Yep, I’m good.” You lied. Andy innocently moved his arm out of the water and patted your back as though he wasn’t just sneaking his hand up your leg.

You both shared a silent glance. He had a glint in his eye that let you knew he wasn’t done.

You felt his hand on your thigh again. This time, you made sure not to jump or squirm under his touch.

You felt oddly content having his hand on you. It felt like Andy was yours. You set your hand on top of his until he shook your hand off. Then, his hand started inching higher up your thigh.

His thumb ran along the inside of your thigh. You felt like the air was ripped from your lungs. A shiver ran down you. You quickly tried to cross your legs, but Andy pushed them apart.

Across the hot tub, Kristina yawned. “You tired? We can go to bed.” Dan said, looking over at her. Andy ran his thumb along the outside of your bikini bottoms.

“Yes yes, go ahead. Don’t let us keep you up.” You told her, a little too eagerly. Kristina agreed, and all four of them decided to head off to bed.

“I’ll probably just stay out a little longer, but I’ll be in soon.” Andy said, leaning back and pretending to admire the stars.

When you heard the back door close, you turned to face Andy. “You’re a fucking asshole.” You scolded him. He chuckled to himself.

“So, you want me to go inside and leave you alone?” He teased you, cocking his head to the side. You gave him a deadpan look. “You know that’s not what I had in mind.” You said, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He turned to face you, resting his arm behind you. “Well we gotta be careful, sweetheart. All the windows face out here. I can’t just fuck you here without them seeing it.” He told you softly.

You groaned, knowing he was right. “You finish what you started, and I’ll make it up to you later tonight.” You told him. You started smirking when you saw the way he adjusted his bathing suit.

“You don’t know what you do to me, sweetheart.” He said, sitting back the right way so he wasn’t facing you.

His palm rested against your stomach. You felt goosebumps pop up on your arms. He slowly dipped two fingers into your bathing suit.

“You thought about me at all since the last time we saw each other?” He asked you, as he ran one finger through your folds. Your whole body shuddered.

“I thought about you every time I went home with a guy.” You said as your eyes fluttered closed. A cocky smile spread across Andy’s face. “Nobody does it like me, do they?” He asked, pushing one finger into you.

You bucked your hips up against his hand. A quiet whine escaped your lips. “No, you make me feel so good. So much better than they do,” you muttered, having to bite down on your lip to not moan.

He curled his finger inside you, making you jump and a moan slipped out, “Ohhh, fuck, Andy.” He loved hearing you moan his name.

“Shhh, sweetheart. You gotta keep quiet for me or I’ll have to stop.” He whispered to you. You quickly shook your head, begging him not to stop. “No no, God, don’t stop.” You begged, covering your mouth with your hand.

You rolled your hips, grinding down against his hand. “You need more? Can you take another?” he asked, adding another finger. Your face contorted as you struggled to keep quiet. You could already feel the pressure in your stomach. You moved your hand away for a second. “Please go faster, Andy. I’m almost there.” You begged.

He nodded as he sped up his face. He was ramming his fingers into you, repeatedly hitting your g-spot. You felt a tear slip down your cheek as you bit down on your lip.

“Go ahead, baby. You can cum. Let go for me,” he said, rubbing his thumb against your clit.

Your vision went white as you panted. Andy was addicted to the way your chest was rising and falling so quickly. You grinded down on his calloused hand.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you mumbled, grabbing onto his bicep and sinking your nails into him.

You hit your high and bucked your hips against him. You could feel yourself clenching around Andy’s fingers. He slowed down his pace, bringing you down from your high.

“Such a good job, sweetheart. Look so pretty when you cum for me,” he praised you. You leaned your head back and caught your breath.

He leaned over and quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re so bad for me, Barber.” You said, looking over at him with a grin. He winked at you. “You’re just as bad for me, sweetheart. I’m addicted to you at this point.” He said, smirking at you.

“If you go in, I’ll be in there in a second. I didn’t forget about my end of the bargain.” You said, winking at him.

He chuckled to himself. “God, you’re perfect.” He said, getting out of the tub and kissing your head again.

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[ktficworld]

Lies and Lavish

Chapter 1: introduction

Pairing: soft dark! Andy Barber x reader, soft dark! Steve Rogers x reader, soft dark! Clark Kent x reader, soft dark! Bucky x reader, soft dark! Bruce Wayne x reader

Summary: You finally pull your head out of your studies and go to your long time friend's wedding to relax. And it's going to be alright, even if the infamous five brothers tend to linger around you a little too long, even when you share a past with one of them, even if their darkness is slowly approaching you. It's going to be okay, right?

Warnings: angst, mutual pining, manhandling, violence (by reader)

A/n: phew, it's finally here. Let me know what you think and please reblog it. It give ke motivation.

The wind whistled in the air mingling with the horns and roars of the cars, more expensive than your soul.

You sighed at the gigantic iron gate before you as the straps of your backpack dug into your shoulder. You were really second guessing your visit but the thought of your friend made you shake your head. After all, it was your childhood best friend wedding, even if it was to Ransom Drysdale. How did she managed to win that throttle? You would never know. But then again, not everybody's life revolved around school and sleep.

You glanced at the two additional bags you brought. Your backpack had essentials and your books. Even though, you came to relax, you'd still squeeze in some study. Business was no easy major and your finals were four months away.

You gripped your trolley bags and meekly shuffled towards the gate and entered the Drysdale estate through a smaller door-like gate. You sighed and looked around for any worker or someone who could help you with this maze.

Honk.

You jumped, clutching your racing heart as the loud noise pulled you out of your reverie. You began turning your head to glare at the motherfucker who almost gave you a heart attack, when an oh-so familiar voice called out your name.

"Luna! Come here."

You caught a glimpse of a Rolls Royce with a familiar sticker before you turned to beam at your friend, Alaïa. She waved at you with a megawatt smile and you thanked your lucky stars for working today as you dragged the bags and yourself towards her.

"Hi Alaïa, oh god! I can't believe you are getting married. Congratulations!" You said while intertwining your hands with hers, bouncing giddily.

"Thanks sis and gimme this," She pulled the bag off from your shoulders and deposited it on the nearby trolley bag. She glanced around and beckoned someone to where you were standing. "Leo, can you put these bags in the guest room I set up. Thank you." She politely ordered and off went your bags.

"Wow, Alaïa. You're living like a queen, huh?" You said, distracted by the large man taking away your luggage.

"Well, perks of marrying a rich man."

At that your smile faltered. You gradually dragged your gaze back to her. "Listen, Alaïa, you know I don't beat around the bush so I'm just gonna ask you. Are you okay with Ransom bringing more wives in the future?"

That was the new normal now. Apparently, 50 percent divorce rate was too alarming for the governments around the world. Add the loneliness statistics and now getting a divorce was nearly impossible. However, those who had the money to keep multiple partners, were allowed. Yes, polygamy was now legal. But the financially dependent partner had no say in this arrangement and that was why you feared for Alaïa.

Alaïa grimaced. "I know you're blunt. But you don't have to put it like that and don't worry. Ransom has promised to stay with me and only me."

They meant nothing. You were promised too. "But Alaïa, people change. What if he just said that to trap you? What will you do when he brings home some bimbo twenty years younger than him?"

People do change sometimes, even overnight. Or maybe they just hide their true face so perfectly that you couldn't see past those roses and sweet nothings.

Alaïa's lips tugged upwards into a half, bitter smile. "You think I'm a gold digger, don't ya?"

You gasped at the accusation. "God, no. And even if you were a gold digger, there's nothing wrong with it in this economy. The golden days are long gone. I'm just concerned about you, Alaïa."

"Hmmm, I know you only want the best for me. And I was just teasing you. I have signed the open marriage arrangement."

You heaved a sigh of relief but couldn't help thinking that somebody had definitely shamed her with that tag. "You scared me. It's great Ransom offered you that. Maybe, he is actually really committed to you." There were men and women who would allow the courtesy of an open marriage to their financially dependent partner, in case they marry again. So, if Ransom was really risking his fragile male ego, then he really meant it in your opinion.

"Yeah, maybe we can find you a committed one or two here. Look, their eyes are already wandering over you." She said with way too much enthusiasm and pointed behind you where few men were eyeing you with interest.

You whipped your head back to your friend, now accompanied with a sharp glare. "Absolutely not! I don't plan on marrying. Ever. And especially not to those dogs lolling their tongue."

Alaïa laughed at your little outburst and hooked her arm with yours. "I'm joking. Now, come on. Let's get you to Harlan." And began leading you inside the mansion.

But you planted your feet on the ground, causing her to stagger back to you. "Why would I meet Harlan?" You asked, bewildered.

She looked at you sheepishly. "I may have bragged about your writing and business skills way too much. Because as soon as I said you were coming today, he instructed me to bring you straight to his office."

What did your friend tell him that Harlan Thrombey wanted to meet you? And not just meet you but meet you straight away? It annoyed you nonetheless. "Alaïa, but-"

"No if and buts. You are going to the office right now." She declared and dragged your whining body with her.

_

"Harlan, look who's here." Alaïa announced as she pushed open the large doors.

You stood beside her and smiled at Harlan when his eyes lit up. "Oh, Luna. Welcome dear. I have heard a lot about you." He said with a good-natured smile.

"I don't know what she has told you but I'm definitely not what you think." You said, stepping towards him.

Harlan huffed out a chuckle. "I call it nonsense. I have seen you work, I have seen your articles. You are an asset to have-"

"How are you doing, Harlan?" A dark baritone voice called from behind as the doors flung open, sending shivers down your spine.

You gazed back and your breath hitched in your throat. In walked The Five Brothers, the richest and most dangerous people in the world. If one percent of the world's population ruled the 99 percent, then they ruled the hundred percent of it. They had unimaginable power, both legally and illegally.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you had company." The eldest, Andy Barber said. You didn't catch the intrigue in his voice.

Because among them was him. He was the last one to come in, your eyes locked for a second and an emotion you couldn't decipher passed through his eyes before he completely disregarded you and returned to his nonchalant attitude.

And why would he care? You meant nothing to him. Or he wouldn't have left the way he did. It was just a second of eye contact but for you it felt like eternity as the bittersweet memories flashed before your eyes. They were tainted by the black cloud of reality but for you, they meant everything. Because even if you were a mere lay for him. You liked that bastard. Loved even, if you allowed yourself that pain.

"Luna, I didn't know he'd come. I'm sorry." Alaïa said but you were already too out of your mind to care about her words.

You were drowning. Drowning in pain, in the memories, in the abandonment after swearing to never love, seeing your parents example. Only to open your heart to that asshole and have it smashed into a billion pieces.

Your lungs were bursting and tears were prickling your eyes. You didn't want to cry over that fucker, never, not again. But your breath was already coming out in short puffs and it was getting difficult to remain discreet. You were going to cry, you couldn't help it.

"Harlan, my head is hurting like crazy. I think coming here in this scorching heat caused it. Can we talk at night?" You blurted out as you released a shuddery breath, unshed tears bluring your vision.

Harlan's eyes softened and he gave you a compassionate smile. "Of course, dear. Take care of yourself."

You nodded with a wry smile and turned to leave. Attempting to bypass the large men that had engulfed the entire study.

There was no furniture at the door, no plants but you still gasped as your feet hit something, disbalancing you as you fell. However, before you could fall, a pair of strong arms caught you. You knew who caught you, you knew that scent too well. You looked up to glare at him. He made you fall.

"Woah, babe. I know women fall head over heels for me but I didn't mean it literally." He chuckled and you screwed your eyes shut to stop yourself from slapping the fuck out of him.

"Maybe you are way too sick. Should I escort you to your room?" He said and you snapped your gazes up at him.

You wanted to squirm out of his hold. Maybe stomp on his feet. You wanted to run away but the bruising grip around your waist didn't allow you the courtesy. His signet ring digging into your skin, as if pleading to agree, to hear whatever he wanted to say or do.

"Please." You whispered, you didn't know what you were asking. To tell you the truth and finally give you closure or to not break your heart again.

You squealed as he collected you in his arms. Promptly trapping you.

"Yeah, Bruce just go and drop her. Don't mess around here, okay." Andy said with a sigh.

"Of course, brother. Why would I do that now?" Bruce said with feigned innocence, causing all of his brothers to scoff.

He turned to Alaïa and stared at her expectantly. "Oh, third floor, last room on the left side." She hastily informed.

He nodded with his charming smile and dashed out the door. But you knew he wasn't taking you to your room.

"Bruce put me down." You said with calm firmness. Finally getting a hold of your emotions.

"No." He said with an attitude as he marched up the stairs, the forcing rocking you hard in his arms as you clutched his shoulders.

"Bruce, I said let me go and don't give me that attitude."

No answer.

"BRUCE LET ME DOWN." You were suddenly pushed into a dark corridor. His entire weight pinned you down to keep you from squirming away.

His head whipped to the right side, inky hair cascading over his forehead as your slap echoed in the hollow corridor. He did not move his head, did not bat an eye, hell! He looked like he wasn't even breathing.

You snapped his face to the left as you hit him again and again. You knew it was wrong. You knew he wasn't feeling more than a pat on his cheeks as you were no match for his strength but you still did it. Once, twice, thrice. You did it till tears rolling down your cheeks blurred your vision, till your hands hurt and shook, till they were covered by larger ones.

You wanted to cry on his shoulder, like how you did when you didn't get the expected result but you refrained from it. And leaned against the wall instead.

"Want to hit me again? Go ahead." Bruce whispered, his thumbs soothing your aching palms. There was emotion in his voice now, the care that he lacked before.

"You left," You said through sobs. "You left after we lost our virginity together!"

"I did. But I never wanted to leave you. I had to." He replied, his voice cracking in the end.

"That is not a good fucking excuse, Bruce Wayne." You bit back and tried to wriggle out of his hold but you were further pressed into the fall when he caught onto your escape plan.

"I'm not making any excuses Luna. I had no choice, we had no choice! They were so close to uncovering our identity. We would have been done for."

"Who they? What they? Bruce do you seriously give this explanation to every single woman you fuck and abandon? When you take their virginity or sack a married woman? You are a pathetic excuse of a man, Bruce." You were just his practice. Someone he lost his virginity to, nothing more, nothing less. You were done. You didn't want any closure, any explanation if this was what you were getting. You wanted him out of your sight and life. Even if it meant leaving your best friend's wedding.

"I swear on my dead mother's grave I didn't want to leave, Luna!" Bruce roared and you finally halted, coming down from your hysteria. You looked at him as you both heaved.

He swore on his mother. The mother who he loved dearly. Who was kicked out on the streets with his other four brothers by their father and mistress, throwing them out of the life of luxury to beg on the streets. The one who died in front of him in a car accident when he was just eight.

Bruce told you all this when he was too drunk or too sleepy to care. So you weren't relying on gossip here.

Now you listened to him as he took a deep breath. "Do you think I like it? Moving from one place to another on a day's notice? Working minimum wage jobs even though we were far more capable? Changing identities like clothes? Do you think we liked living in fear? I had a red dot on my forehead, Luna. Heck! Maybe I still do and when I say I didn't have the time to even say goodbye, I mean it. And no, I didn't sleep with married women, didn't take anyone's virginity. All hook ups were consensual and I don't give anyone any excuse or explanation."

"Is this really the truth?" You asked, exhausted and relaxed at the same time.

"It is, Luna. I never wanted to leave you. I-missed you." He whispered and gingerly touched his forehead with yours and when you didn't jerk away, he released a shuddery breath.

"I don't forgive you." You whispered back, touching his stubbled jaw. God, his warmth, he still used that aftershave. It brought back so many memories.

"You don't have to."

"Are you asking for it?"

"Yes."

To your dismay, a hope bloomed in your heart that maybe, you would be able to forgive him with time and rekindle the unsaid. However, you quickly crushed that desire. You were worlds apart now. You were still grinding your ass to study and get a good job while he was one of the richest men in the world. You didn't belong here. He did.

You slid your head from his forehead to his chest as he buried his head into your hair. You let a few more tears fall off your eyes as a pang of headache hit you. It was great while it lasted.

"Bruce-oh! You know her?" A surprised voice startled you as Bruce tensed underneath your hold.

He sucked in a deep breath and whirled around so quickly it gave you whiplash, his tall stature shielding you completely. "And now why would I tell you, shorty? Were you stalking me?" He said with a sardonic smirk as you gaped at him.

This was not the sensible, careful and vulnerable Bruce. This was the rude, condescending and arrogant rich asshole everybody knew him as. Granted he always had a bad temper with an even worse mouth but this was not him. Maybe he changed overtime.

Bucky didn't even bat an eye over his height's judgement and said. "No, I wasn't stalking you. You were taking too long so Steve told me to check if you were behaving. Now who is she?" Bucky's mouth also turned upwards, his almost green eyes twinkling with mischief as his chocolate hair fell over his forehead. Even if Bucky was on the shorter side, it did nothing to deter his beauty.

Your thoughts were interpreted by the loud snort of Bruce. "Come on, Buck. You are becoming such a pet of our Stevie. I don't know what treats he gives you but they sure look worth it. And as for her?" Bruce turned to you, head cocked with a raised eyebrow.

You sidestepped Bruce and came face to face with Bucky. You told him your name. "People call me Luna, I'm his friend from college."

Bucky let out a breathy chuckle. "Honey, he changed colleges like clothes. You'd have to be more specific."

"Very first college, Buck. You know." Bruce said nonchalantly and your head snapped to glare at him. You were half upset when you thought his brothers didn't know about you but as Bucky's flicked over you and your cheeks heated up. You wanted them to forget about you.

You glanced at Bucky with an awkward smile as realisation dawned on him and his mouth curved in a o shape. He stuck out his hand for you with a warm smile. "Don't worry, doll face. Only I and Bruce know about you and his… friendship." You shook it.

"Bruce, I didn't know she was such a beauty. You should have told us. We would have taken her with us." You and Bucky laughed. However, Bruce only narrowed his eyes and his jaw ticked.

"I should escort her to her room." Bucky said.

"But that's my duty."

"No, Harlan wants to discuss AI so he needs you. Plus, I have a message to deliver to, doll face."

Bruce huffed and nodded reluctantly. All three of you went to the stairs before diverging. However, you still felt Bruce's eyes as you glanced over your shoulder and found him looking longingly at you. You gave him a smile before he disappeared down the stairs.

"So what is the message you have to deliver, Mr. Barnes?" You ask in a whisper.

Bucky suddenly hooked his arm in your and pulled you towards him, making your breath hitch at the closeness as his heady scent made you dizzy.

"It's Bucky Alaïa wants you to meet her in the garden at 5. She wants you to meet Ransom." He whispered back in your ear and you gulped as it sounded like a dark lullaby to your brain.

"O-okay." You stammeredq out as your room finally arrived.

"Bye, bye, doll face." Bucky rasped close to your face and you were almost disappointed that you arrived so quickly.

Now that Bucky had left, his words registered in your brain. Why the fuck did Alaïa want you to meet Ransom? Was she planning on making you a mistress? You should really stop reading those reddit stories.

-

You dressed into a black, long dress after taking a nice shower and scrubbing away all the dirt and sweat. After shower feeling was the best feeling.

You gilded down the stairs, stepping into the bustling living room. You promptly avoided all of the people and made a beeline for the door leading to the garden. But you stumbled forward, almost falling to the ground as someone had just stepped on your dress. Perfect!

You turned around and your scathing words died an untimely death on your tongue as your eyes landed on the burly man. A phone pressed between his shoulder and ear as his brows were furrowed in concentration and frustration, his pink lips jutting out as his blonde hair made his blue eyes shine even brighter.

Steve Rogers. Even if he looked a tid bit more approachable than his twin, he still wasn't someone to mess with. And if you cussed at him, well then you could say goodbye to your career.

You sighed and tentatively stepped closer to him. Gingerly, you touched his bicep.

"Hey, stay away from him!" A coarse, deep voice thundered, making you shriek away from Steve as it left you shaking with fear.

This caught Steve's attention as he looked at you and then at his right. "Clark, where are your manners? Yelling at a lady? And for no reason?"

Clark hissed but you weren't able to look at him. "Shit, brother. I wasn't yelling at her. The man behind you, he has a knife."

You furrowed your brows and turned behind to a worker holding a knife with a deer caught in headlights look.

Steve raised an eyebrow at him as he quickly stuttered out. "This is to open a package." And tossed the knife to a nearby worker who disappeared to the storage room.

Steve sighed heavily. "Clark, I can defend myself, you know that right? Why do you overreact so much? And did you not see her?" And pointed at you.

Clark replied after a beat of silence. "I genuinely didn't. I'm sorry…" He started walking towards you but you only recoiled into Steve with each step he took.

You didn't want his apology, at least not right now. You were far too shaken to think coherently.

Steve sighed and coiled an arm around your clinging form and caressed your side. "Clark, not right now. She's far too shaken up to not cry or scream at you. Try again, later."

"But, brother-"

"Leave." He said through gritted teeth.

Clark's footsteps faded away as you involuntarily hid in his chest, his earthy scent grounding you as he shushed you. "Hey, doll. It's okay, it's alright. He won't hurt you, no one would. It was just a misunderstanding, stop shaking babydoll." He cooed.

His soft deep voice relaxed you but as soon as the fear was gone, embarrassment burnt your cheeks as you stepped away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to… " You rasped. Did you just rub yourself on The Steve Rogers like a needy kitten?

"Don't say that, doll. My brother caused it so I must fix it."

"Thank you and-" You yelped as you descended down the floor. His foot was still on your dress. Great!

You braced yourself for the impact but bounced in two strong arms as your hands flew to his forearms.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know I was standing on your dress." He said when you snapped your eyes open.

You were swimming in his blue gaze of concern and sincerity. "Yeah, that's what I was trying to say."

"What's your name, doll? Hmmm?" He asked after brought you back to your feet. Your eyes fluttered as his knuckles ran softly over your cheek.

You told him your name.

"Doll is much better, suits you well. Where were you going, anyway?" He quietly asked.

"I-um, I was going to meet Ransom."

"Oh, I was going to meet him as well. Let's go together."

"No, thank you." You politely declined.

"Come with me." He said and dragged you towards the garden.

-

You talked with Ransom till seven, he wasn't at all like the media projected him. Maybe he changed for Alaïa as he was really committed and determined to do things right. They had your blessings to put your feelings into words.

After Steve dragged you to the garden. He was courteous enough to let you talk to your friend and Ransom privately before he joined.

Then you went to finally meet Harlan and had the overdue talk. He wanted to discuss the latest trends in the writing industry and how to incorporate it in his company's branding. So, that it could appeal to younger audience.

It was a long and draining conversation and you deeply sighed, leaning against the wooden door of Harlan's office. You were finally going to the garden, which you wanted to revisit since you stepped foot in it.

"Miss?"

You gasped at the voice and started for the stairs but Clark's body blocked your path, pushing you against the door.

"I didn't want to scare you." He said, genuinely remorseful.

"You are doing that right now." You snapped and he put up his hands in surrender.

"It's not intentional, I swear."

It might not be. The brothers were tall, except Bucky but Clark was a beast. His biceps were larger than your hand and he practically dwarfed you with his sheer shadow. His eyes were also blue but they had a brown sprinkled in them. He had a little beard with a moustache that made him look even more intimidating and sexy. You had never seen a man who looked this sexy in a moustache.

"Well then be more mindful." You bit back.

He nodded and snaked his hand behind him and pulled out a rose. And not just any rose but a black rose. Where he found it you had no idea but it mesmerized you nonetheless. It was something you had only seen on television and seeing it in real life left you agape.

He offered the rose to you. "I'm sorry, princess." He whispered, the nickname heating up your cheeks.

You gingerly took the rose and let a giddy smile tug on your lips. "Okay, I forgive you. Just remember you are way bigger and stronger than most people. Use your strength wisely." He nodded with a bunny smile and you smiled back before heading to the garden.

You loudly and walked into the garden in peace. Walking in the open at night was another level of tranquillity that you didn't get very often, thanks to your dorm in the concrete jungle.

You twirled the rose in your hand, halting at nearby flowers. You bit your lips wanting to pluck some and put them in a vase. Even though they wouldn't last forever, the contrast would still look appealing.

But you didn't have the permission of any of the Drysdale.

"Couldn't sleep?" A dark baritone voice said from behind.

You flinched and turned around to be greeted by Andy Barber, wearing a simple white tee and sweats. A silver chain peeking through the collar as a smirk danced across his bearded cheeks.

"Pleasure meeting you, Mr. Barber."

"The feeling is mutual, miss. How's your headache now?" He raised a brow.

You told him your name and nickname. "And it's much better now, thanks for asking."

"Hmmm, Luna, so fitting for the person and the setting," He erased the distance between you two in two long strides and glanced at you. "I couldn't blame you. The night is beautiful."

"But the garden is even more beautiful." You said as he glanced at you.

"Indeed."

"I don't get to dwell in the greenery much." You resumed your walking.

"How so?" He followed.

"It's just study, sleep and sometimes relax for me."

"What are you studying?"

"Business, last year."

"Internship."

"Freelance." You said with a shake of your head. Andy somehow liked your presence and so did you. He was like the ocean.

"And won't you ask me about my work?" He teased as you were back behind the bushes of colourful roses.

"I know everything about that, Mr. Barber."

"It's Andy, darling," He said and only then did you notice the distance, or lack thereof between you and him. "And so confident about it, darling?"

You swallowed through your smile. "Well, everybody knows about how your work is going. So I'm pretty confident."

He chuckled. "I like it. Tell me more."

You resisted the urge to narrow your eyes as he seemed way too interested in a mere student and you have also grown tired.

"A black rose?" He voiced suddenly, lifting your hand to examine the item.

"Yes, isn't it unique?"

"That it is. Who gave you this?" He demanded softly.

You hesitated before speaking. "Mr. Kent."

"Who?" Andy asked as if you had told him the answer to the Bermuda Triangle mystery.

"Mr. Kent " You squealed as his thumb brushed the underside of your hand.

"Why?"

"Because he accidentally scared me by screaming."

He huffed out a chuckle. "Typical of Clark," He walked closer to you, ceasing the distance between you two completely. You averted your eyes as the tension grew. "It'll look better with some companions."

His hand went above your head and you gasped as he presented you red, yellow, white and light pink roses.

"Andy, you don't have the permission for that." You breathed and shook your head.

"Oh honey, I have all the permission you need." He said and handed you the roses. "Take them, they'll look good together."

You nodded. "Ah, actually I'm feeling sleepy and I'm kinda an insomniac, so it's an opportunity I can't miss. We'll resume our conversation tomorrow." You lied.

He pondered over your words, making you nervous before he smiled and nodded. "Of course, sleep is important. Especially to a beauty like you."

You offered a parting smile and walked away. You hugged yourself as a chill ran down your spine. It was not because of the cold night but the gaze that bore into you and the dark aura that clung to you, you couldn't shake it off even when you tried.

You felt something would change drastically, what and how. You didn't know.

Taglist: @goldenharrysworld , @magnificentsaladllama , @iloveavengers , @charmed-asylum , @moonstruckbirdie

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Tastes Like Rain

Summary: the faerie king Andy has waited a lifetime for his fated one. Was growing weary and bored with the thousands of years he's been alive. And he was always waiting for you, his bratty little human. Don't worry, in time you will love him as much as he loves you.

Pairings: Fae!Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: mature

Warnings: explicit language, mentions of burn scars, mentions of tattoos, mentions of punishment, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Jasper!” Andy groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. There was noise everywhere. All day long there was noise, and it was grating on his last nerve he had left. The king was tired, and was in the mood to accept his fate. Alone. Destined to rule the faerie kingdom with nobody by his side.

“Jasper!” Andy growls. He stands up and crosses the room to look out the window. What are those silly little faeries doing in the glen? “Jasper if you don’t…oh.”

Andy’s advisor stands in his doorway. The only faerie brave or stupid enough to glare at the high king. Andy was being a whiny baby, and Jasper was growing tired of it. The vines that are embedded into his skin prickle out. Thorns grow from the blackened vines, and Andy purses his lips. Glaring at his best friend.

“You see what you do to me? You stress me out!” He takes a calming breath, looking down at his arms to see his thorns start to sink back into his skin. He hated when Andy did this to him.

“I’m stressed out! What the fuck is that noise? I…”

“It’s summer solstice,” Andy’s brow cocks up and he looks back down at the glen. Collingswood was in an uproar. “It’s the Summer King and his Nymph’s first summer solstice together. You know after the uhh…”

“Ahh! We don’t mention that wench,” Andy tosses his hand behind him, watching the faeries lark about. Even sees some humans that were taking their chances to party in the glade. Idiots. They’ll be drunk off wine before the real party even starts. They wouldn’t remember a damn thing. It’s the way it was.

“Did she really create a nymph from the creek just to fuck him?” Those two always confused him. She clearly was a glutton for punishment while Ari had some serious size issues.

Jasper’s eyes narrow, turning a deeper green then before, and Andy has to look away, “They’re doing more than fucking. But yeah, they fuck. I’m sure it’s still a tight fit, and just the way Ari likes it. But he has taken that tiny Nymph as his Queen. Now if the high king of faeries doesn’t enjoy the revelry and find his own queen…ow,” Jasper dead pans as Andy throws a pillow at him.

“You know you’re quite childish during the summer solstice. I’m sure Jax will be down there feasting off the humans that wander into the glade.”

“Please, don’t mention his name. My brother gives me a headache,” Andy dramatically falls back on his bed, taking a deep breath. It had been years since he went down to the glade to enjoy the summer wines.

“You did have his wings cut off,” Andy slightly lifts up to look at the little man with a smirk.

“And he had his faults to deserve it,” Andy sits up. People always want to mention how he cut Jax’s wings off. It’s his right as high king to do so. Jax shouldn’t have become obsessed with tattooed humans. “What do you suppose I should do?”

“Get laid, and have fun.”

“What’s the difference?” Jasper could see the mischief in Andy’s eyes. He wasn’t particularly fond of the delicate creatures called humans, but he sure did love to toy with them, and see how far they could bend before they broke.

“Exactly!” Jasper screams walking out the door. “I’m going to have some fun with the rest of Collingswood. You should do the same. I’ve heard Jax is already passed out in the thorns!”

“Do you ever miss it?” Jasper turns to look at his best friend, shaking his head no. “You belonged to his court. Evidence of your birth runs all over your skin,” Jasper shrugs as he runs a hand over his twisting vines, the same ones that darken the path to Jax’s kingdom. “There’s no thorns,” his thorns only appearing when provoked.

“You’re not pissing me off right now,” his mouth turns into a devilish grin looking at his king. “Some things we can fight, and some things will always be a part of us. I can fight the darkness, but I can’t fully remove it. Instead of briars I have roses growing there.”

“Roses also have thorns, Jasper.”

“But they’re still beautiful, even if they draw blood. Now, get your menacing self down to the glen, and have at least one bottle of summer wine with those sweet fae that would die for a chance just to touch you. Imagine the immense pleasure you could get. There’s also humans,” Andy cracks his neck with a scoff. He’ll join in the party, but he will not have a human. They always brought out the worst in him.

“Oh, I forgot, the great King Andrew, High King of all fae in Collingswood wouldn’t be caught dead with a human. Even if she cries as you fuck her face. There’s always humiliation.”

“There’s always destroying them,” Jasper’s laugh sounds like a jingle as he walks out of Andy’s room. They were the only two faeries left at the palace, and he was getting tired of entertaining a king who was becoming far too arrogant. A human would do him some good.

“Can’t you keep up?” You glare up at the group of girls in front of you. A stupid fucking ritual. You didn’t even want to be in this sorority, but you were a legacy, and it was your mother’s last dying wish.

“Come on! We’re almost to the glade,” Charity giggles while she pulls at your hand. “You’ve never seen anything like it. It’s like you walk into another world.”

“Legend has it that it is,” Faith. You hated Faith. Full of herself, and by far the most beautiful out of this group of pledges. She oozed the standard perfection, and it bored you to tears.

Perfectly round doe eyes, that glistened an even brighter blue in the sunlight. Freckles that splayed so perfect around her face you would think she put them there on purpose. Maybe she did. And the most beautiful and perfectly placed auburn hair. You despised her, and also appreciated all the attention that always went to her instead of you.

You didn’t know how she did it. How she always said the right things, and if she wasn’t such a bitch when people weren’t looking, you might have liked her the tiniest bit more. No. You didn’t like her at all. Not one bit.

“Stop!” Hope. The leader of the group. She was a fourth generation legacy pledge, and lived locally. She knew the legends of this stupid fucking glade, and was going to be sure to tell you again. It is a bit odd, a curtain of ivy that strug up between a few trees, mushrooms surrounding every bit of those trees.

“This is the faerie ring,” oh bullshit. These are perfectly manicured woods that people thought had magical powers. “When we step through this veil, it’ll be like you're transported into another realm, because we have been.”

Her eyes twitch over towards you when you snort, “Is something funny?”

“It's a bunch of mushrooms and some ivy. I’m sure the groundskeeper fixes this up for the college to play during summer solstice. It’s not that exciting, Hope.”

“No one comes and keeps this up. This is natural. Do you realize we walked three miles through the woods to get here? It never changes. Although, in the winter you can’t get through the veil because it’s not there. The mushrooms have all withered, so if you get trapped behind the veil, make sure you come out before winter. If you stay in there too long the winter fae will keep you for their own. They’re cold, and yet some of the most fiercely handsome of them all.”

She was an idiot. They all were. She holds up her bottle of homemade wine, and the rest of you join in. Yours was a mixed berry wine because why not? You hopped it was enough to get you sloppy drunk, with you passed out on the leaves or moss or whatever the fuck was beyond this ‘veil’. Children. Believing in fairytales.

“Now, if there’s men in here that you don’t recognize, go with the flow. I’ve heard sex with a faerie is the best thing in the world.”

“Here, here,” you pop the lid to your wine, taking a big gulp, “To fucking faeries, am I right?”

“To fucking faerie!” The rest join in with you. This was the oddest initiation into a sorority. Most of the older girls didn’t want to join in. Telling you things weren’t the same once they left. Like it was this high and all they wanted to do was come and party in the glade for months on end, but wouldn’t tell you what had happened. You guess it was because fucking faeries.

Everyone giggles, except you, as you walk through the veil. You ignore the static feeling that runs through you. Just lift up the bottle of wine for a long drink. Making your own summer wines was genius. Now you had every intentions of getting fucked up, and forget this night ever happened.

You’re shocked to see the amount of people that were in the woods, beyond the veil. All dancing and carrying on like they had been doing this all day. Singing, and celebrating some man named Ari, which you had never even heard of, and a tiny woman that stayed on his side. Thinking to yourself that it had to hurt.

With each drink of wine their faces become more and more distorted. Angles that are inhuman. Eyes that glow in the twilight, skin that is a color you couldn’t find at any makeup counter. You look down at your half-drunk bottle of wine, and quickly cork it. Unsure of how much alcohol was truly in this, but it had to be a lot because you are seeing things.

You didn’t believe the legend of the glade, but there was something weird going on. The people that were here before you surely had some machine that was releasing fumes and causing you to hallucinate. Hell, you could see different creautres…people fucking beside the trees, and deeper into the glade. They weren’t hiding anything. They just assume that everyone is too drunk to care about their indiscretions.

You aren’t drunk, you’re fucking fine. Glancing around you spot your fellow pledges in various stages of hookups, but not you. No…no one ever noticed the average girl whose clothes are too baggy, and lines of tattoos peek out of the hemlines of your clothes.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” you groan, stumbling away from the weird music and frolicking people. It is weird here, and the mix of the now disgusting mixed berry wine makes you feel lightheaded.

“You okay?” You don’t even look at the man that is behind you. You are perfectly okay, and didn’t need help. “Miss…”

“I’m fine,” you spin around. Nothing had even left your stomach, you just needed the world to stop spinning, but he isn’t helping. Sinfully attractive. Why were so many of these people topless? Did they just want to have sex quicker? Easier? Who are they? And why were they oddest looking people, and still the most attractive ones you had ever seen?

His mouth quirks up in a grin, and you roll your eyes. Not today. This was a dangerous man. You can feel his darkness roll through your body like the smoke he is exhaling into your face. Fuck this. You didn’t need this.

Going against girl code, you have to get out of here. Alone. You shouldn’t, but this place is haunting you in an odd way. Trying to walk past the ridiculously tall man, he throws out his arm, stopping you. “Back up!”

His answer is sniffing up the tattoo on your body, and you smack at his arm, “What the fuck!”

“You didn’t drink all your wine, little one.”

“Yeah, no shit, asshole. I didn’t drink it all because…” the blonde starts circling your body. Taking deep inhales as he encloses on you like you are his prey. This is bad. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“This ink,” he inhales deeply again, “Why are you covering scars?”

“How did you know that?” You gulp as he comes to stand in front of you. His heavily ringed, and singed looking fingers start to move your collar to the side. Looking at your scarred and tattooed skin closer. It is like your body is frozen, and refusing to move. The perfect predator had caught you in his snares, and was ogling your tattoos like his next meal.

When his fingers touch your skin, you sigh at how soothing it feels. Moving aside your shirt to see what your clothes and tattoos hide. His fingers move slowly over your skin, and your eyes are at half mast. Relaxing with this odd man. Allowing him to get too close when he licks on the tattoo, moaning like he was eating a delicacy.

“Ahh,” your whispered yelp sounds like it is coming from a distance as a sharp, but quick pain pricks at your skin, and you slowly become mush. Sinking into his embrace, and allowing this man to moan at whatever he is doing on your body.

Seconds become minutes, and minutes drag on, but still feel like no time has passed as your eyes slowly start to close, and then but one booming, but far off voice, “Jackson!”

Blackness. Sleeping off into a void of nothingness. But the most beautiful peace you had ever felt washes over you. Sleep. Peaceful sleep. Not visions and nightmares that plagued your mind. Only darkness.

“Why did you bring her here?” Jasper looks confused at Andy. His king was tilting his head from side to side like a questioning puppy. “She’s human.”

“I can tell,” Andy grouses, continuing to stare at your body.

“What happened again?”

Andy takes a deep breath, trying to replay everything that happened that night. “Jax…it was like he was getting a high off her. And I could hear her pulse, and she was dying. You see her tattoos?” Jasper nods at Andy, still refusing to step any closer to your body. “Those by her neck, they’re faded. The further away from the neck you get, they start to get darker. What’s underneath the tattoo?”

“Burn marks,” Jasper whispers. He didn’t need to be right on your body to see that there were scars all over your skin.

“I knew Jax could literally taste the feelings that went into a tattoo, but this,” he pulls back your shirt, running his fingers over the marred skin. “Someone hurt her.”

“Or she was in a house fire,” Jasper shrugs. Andy was always a bit dramatic and went for a more elaborate story.

“No. They’re strategically over her body. Her clothes hide them. You should see what’s under the clothes. She tattooed over them so…hey,” he gives you a smile as your eyes pop open. “You are…”

“Get off me! Get the fuck off me! Oh my god,” taking heaving breaths you look between the two men that were crowding around you. Neither is the man that was doing something to your neck. And both had an otherworldly beauty to them.

There is a shorter one with a mossy green tint to his skin, and the taller one is one of the largest people you’ve ever seen. “I’m dead, aren’t I? He…h-h-he killed me, didn’t he? Oh my god, I’m dead. I lived through all that only to die in the woods fucking faeries.”

Andy and Jasper look at each other quickly, and then back to you. Humans heard the tales, but most were skeptical. They came out for solstice parties only as an excuse to live deliciously, while returning back to their boring lives. But with you…something was off.

“He murdered me, didn’t he? He…goddammit. I’m so stupid. I always do this shit. I trust too fucking early. But this…I didn’t trust him. I knew, but I still let him…can you tell me what he was doing? I felt something. What was that? Where am I? What is happening?”

“Andy, she’s human,” the little one says again, and your tears cloud whatever is happening between them. They are aliens, and they’ve done experiments on you.

“I fucking know she’s human. She wouldn’t have…oh,” he stops to turn and look at you, “We screwed up. Miss,” the tears come out more aggressively, and you don’t even know why. What you know is that man…that beautiful man — no!

“Jasper, I’m about to smack her across the fucking face, make it stop,” you are not the crying type. You are too strong for this. How long have you been here? “Human! Stop!”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” Andy rolls his eyes, before wrapping a hand on your ankle, and jerking you down the bed. Moving his entire body to hover over you, and it isn’t until you feel the wind that you notice his wings. The deepest green, and veining of gold. “Are you an angel?”

“I’m far from being innocent and kind. However, I did save your pathetic life for some reason, and…mother fucker,” he grabs at his chest, and jerks his head to look at the smaller one. “Deal with this before I do.”

Standing up, he stomps out of the room, and you jerk up in the bed. You could take the little one. “If you don’t let me go, I’ll run.”

“Run. We’ll just have the dogs bring you back. You won’t go far. You can’t,” looking down at your arms, you see that they were not bound to anything. Changing tactics to feel all over your body. They put a tracking device in you.

“You won’t be able to leave our realm without him,” he states matter of fact, and it makes you feel on edge. Him? That big man, him?

“What does that even mean? Where am I?”

“Here, drink some more tonic,” you slap the glass out of his hand, and he stares down at the shards on the stone floor. “You’ll regret that you did that. What do you remember?” You shrug, moving a hand to scratch at your neck, and start panicking again. “What?”

“The…my scars. They’re…they’re not really there. I mean they are, but they’re…”

“As faded as your tattoo,” you’ve seen it all. All these ugly scars that you had covered in ink couldn’t have faded. But your fingers knew the divots and bumps of your skin. This spot in particular, gave you an odd comfort.

“We’ve had our suspicions of Jax’s obsession with tattoos. Some people get them to tell a story. Some people get them to cover up pain. You in particular got them to cover up pain and scars. He was devouring you, and your…pain,” is that why you didn’t feel as hard? Why you had become soft and cry uncontrollably?

“In doing so maybe he was healing you.”

“Tell him to suck it all out then.”

“If he removed all your pain and scars would you be you?” You ponder the question for a second. You didn’t like the tears and the panic that ensued earlier. You hadn’t felt that hopeless in years. “I’m Jasper, King Andy’s advisor.”

“King?”

“Not just any king, but The King. The King over all the faeries,” you scoff at him. What a dream. That wine must have been good because you’re losing it. “You saw him hovering over you, and you doubt that fae exists? Hmm, you really are a stupid human. No wonder he’s pissed off.”

“He’s pissed off? Let me leave then!”

“You can’t! You better get used to the palace, because you’ll never cross the veil again. All those legends you stupid giggly sorority girls tell, they’re real. We had too many humans that partook in our wines, and we couldn’t get rid of them. Long story short, we created the legends. The fae gets their feel of human flesh, while you get to cross back over, and pretend this was all a dream,” you had cracked, and so had everyone else. This was all a dream. This was all in your mind, but touching your once there scar tells a different tell.

“I didn’t…” you hadn’t taken a drink of any wine, but your own.

“You were given a tonic. Sorry, my bad,” a glimmer of a smirk flashes on his face, and it pisses you off. He did it on purpose. He’s the reason you’re here. You pick up a vase from the table, and toss it at him. You suck at aiming. “Easy. Yes, I kept you here to become Andy’s pet.”

“Over my fucking body.”

“Oh, when I have it my way, he will be over your fucking body every fucking night. You’ll have pleasure one can only dream of, and I’ll have a king who isn’t sulking. I saw it. I knew the moment he was the one carrying a human body up to his palace. I saw it when he brushed his hands over your face. You two are the ones that can feel it, but you won’t speak of it, but I can see it. Don’t sit and try to deny the way he made you feel. And if grabbing his cold dark heart wasn’t enough, then I don’t know what is. He felt it deep in his blackened soul.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” not really. The man was attractive, you couldn’t help it if you grew a bit woozie looking up at him. But you weren’t fated for anybody. You just wanted to be left the fuck alone.

“Prophecy has stated that the king is fated to be part of a human. I suppose it could be interpreted many ways. It’s the reason Andy hates mortals so much. You’re fragile, weak, and disposable. But he hates the idea that he’s fated to be with one of you for all eternity.”

“I’m not weak,” your voice is laced with so much malic. You feel the pain of your skin searing again. Baring your teeth at this freak show that stood before you. “And I’ll never spend eternity with him.”

He leans into you. Getting his face so close to yours that his pointy nose nearly touches you. His vine tattoos starting to sprout thorns, “You don’t have a choice, my dear. Neither does he. Comply before he takes from you.”

“No man will ever take from me again,” you don’t scream. But your voice growls at him. Had Jasper been a mortal, he might have been afraid.

“Good thing Andy’s no man. Have fun,” he backs out of your room, locking the door behind him, and you wail. Screaming as loud as you can, realizing you are trapped in this room with no windows, only that door.

“Andy, that’s one that will need to be tamed,” Andy, leaning up against the wall outside your door, stands up straight, his eyes rolling up to look at your door. Hearing your screams of anger, and throwing everything in your room to the one exit and entrance. “You’re stuck with her.”

“I’ll have fun with her.”

“No,” he slaps Andy’s arm. “Do not go back to that side of you. She is yours. Have your fun, but not too much. She hurts, then you hurt. You lose her, then you lose yourself. Like it or not pal, that’s your problem now. That human being is nothing more than a petulant child. And Jax has her taste in his mouth. Claim her before either one of you kills her.”

“I haven’t killed humans in centuries. Such puny creatures.”

“She’s yours, Andrew.”

You were his. And if he had to be stuck with you, he was going to have fun with you first. Test your limits. It sounded like you needed some discipline. Needed learn how to act. He would have no problem with reminding you who was the one in charge. He wasn’t an angel, and he was worse than some devil. All the fae were. And soon, little Faelynn, you would know all too well about pain and scars.

Next

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[holylulusworld]

The assistant (6) - Good times

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Former!Boss!Steve Rogers x Former!Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader

A/N: Okay, I went a little crazy with all the CEvans charaters in this one.

Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, fluff, domestic brothers

The assistant masterlist

<;< Part 5

Here are the nicknames every brother gave the reader:

Lloyd – Cupcake; Jake – Sweetie; Ari – Sweetness; Curtis – Sunshine; Andy – Pookie; Mike – Flower

“What’s your plan, Lloyd?!” Andy sighs as his brother refuses to tell him about his plan. “I told you that I’m all in. I’ve missed my family…and…”

“And?” Lloyd asks. “What else did you miss?”

“The business, okay. My life is boring and lonely. I can’t breathe right when I’m home at the empty house. The one Laurie wanted me to buy. I hate it there.”

“Congrats on realizing your life is shitty since you left us,” Ari snickers. “How about you find some pussy to get over that uptight bitch you left us for?”

“Ari, don’t,” Jake warns. “We agreed on leaving the past behind. Let’s celebrate that the lost brothers returned home.”

“I second that,” Curtis grumbles. He lifts his glass before downing it in one go. “So, have we already decided on who is allowed to make a move on Y/N first.”

Jake jerks his head toward his brother. He gives Curtis the stinky eye, daring him to make a move on you. “She’s my friend, not yours. I saw her first. I talked to her first. Keep your hands to yourself.”

“Back to the plan you mentioned,” Mike shyly looks at Lloyd. He’s unsure if his brothers even want him to be a part of their plans, but he will try anything to earn his place in the family again.

“You will love it, Mickey,” Lloyd snickers. “We will steal Captain America’s shield. That asshat won’t know what hit him.”

“You want to steal his shield?” Andy furrows his brows. “That’s your endgame? Shield theft. I thought we want to pay him back for humiliating and hurting Y/N.”

“Lloyd, that’s one stupid plan,” Jake groans. “I thought you are the mastermind here. What do you want with the shield? I wanna punch his face.”

“He’s a super-soldier, right?” Mike looks at his phone. He’s watching a video of Steve fighting the Chitauri in New York City. “Damn, he breaks through walls and punches aliens with that shield. I don’t think we will be able to steal the shield.”

“How about we leak nudes of Captain Asshole?” Jake suggests. “Or maybe a sex tape. We need something really dirty and disgusting.”

“I bet he has a small dick. We could just take a few pictures and leak them,” Lloyd hums. “It’s not the worst plan. Lemme think about the details.”

“Hey, don’t take over my plan! It’s mine. I will think about the details.” Jake complains loudly.

Ari rolls his eyes.

“Guys, this is an awful plan. Do you honestly believe the Avengers don’t have a public relations team helping them find shit about the so-called heroes on the internet? Have you never asked yourself why there are no embarrassing snapshots of one of them to find?”

“If you don’t like this plan. What’s your plan?” Jake snaps at Ari. “Rogers is a super-soldier. Y/N doesn’t want us to hurt Rogers.”

“She doesn’t want us to get hurt,” Andy corrects. “We won’t be able to physically hurt Captain America. We need to outsmart him.”

“Let’s steal the shield then,” Lloyd grumbles. “It’s our best shot. He loves that piece of metal. Without it, he’s only a guy in a costume.”

“You mean he’s a guy in a costume with super-strength, and the ability to run through walls,” Andy sarcastically says. “All your plans are, doomed to failure. We need to hit him fast, hard, and without mercy.”

“Aw, look at Mr. Lawyer. He wants to play the big bad mobster again,” Lloyd teases. “Tell me, Andy. How do you intend on hitting a super-soldier fast and hard.”

“What if we drug him?” Mike throws in. “We can drug and kidnap him. If we got him in our clutches, we could give him hell.”

“Hmm…that’s not the worst plan.” Lloyd nods.

“Guys, I finished dinner,” you poke your head into the conference room. “Do you have time for food and a break?”

“Food?” Jake licks his lips. “Of course, sweetie. We will have dinner with you. Right, guys?”

“Sure.” Mike gets up from his seat to follow you like a puppy. “What are we eating, Flower?”

“Flower?” you cock your head to look at Mike.

“Uh-I think the nickname suits you. You’re beautiful, and kind, and you brighten a room when you enter it.” He walks next to you. “Thank you for the breakfast. It was delicious.”

“It’s the least I could do. Your brothers were all so kind and helped me get over the loss of my job, and everything happening with Steve Rogers.”

“I’d like to help you too. What do you want me to do to him? Name it, and I’ll do it.”

“Mike, you should enjoy having your brothers back in your life. Focus on your family and start anew. Forget about Steve Rogers. I intend on doing so. He never appreciated all the hard work I put into organizing his life.”

“Don’t you want to pay him back?”

You shrug. “I quit and walked out of the Avengers building, my head held high. I could’ve made a fuss. But I hate being the victim. People like Sandy believe they always get away with the shit they pull. I believe, one day, karma will bite them in the ass.”

“I love the way you think.”

You chuckle. “Let’s get some food into you. You look so thin.”

“Cupcake, we will never let you go,” Lloyd exclaims before he shoves the last spoonful of food into his mouth. “Damn, you cook like an angel and look like a sexy devil.”

“Lloyd,” Jake grunts. “Stop hitting on her!”

“I don’t need to hit on Y/N. She’s already enchanted by me.”

“Sunshine, the food was great,” Curtis tries to stop his brothers from fighting over you and win you over at the same time. “A toast to Y/N and the wonderful meal she prepared for us.”

“So, Pookie,” Andy’s deep voice catches you off guard, “what are your plans for tonight? Do you have time to tell me more about your contract and what happened with Rogers?”

Lloyd frowns deeply. Not only did Andy give you a nickname, but he also leans closer to you to grip the backrest of your chair.

“We need to keep an eye on Andy,” Ari whispers in Jake’s ear. “He tries to snatch Y/N out of our hands. Our brother is a dangerous opponent. Andy looks like the domestic dream of every woman.”

“Can we not forget about all of this? I’m ready to move on,” you softly reply. “Jake, I’d like to take over the position you offered. I love taking care of paperwork, and cookies.”

Jake grins. If you work with him from now on, he’s got a better chance to win your heart over before one of his brothers gets his hands on you.

“I want to blow his ass up with a hand grenade for hurting you, cupcake. Say yes,” Lloyd almost whines. He’s itching to pay Steve back.

“No violence, Lloyd,” you tut and point your fork at the cocky mustache enthusiast. “I told all of you so. All I want is to start a new life.”

“Alright,” Ari claps his hands. “It’s decided then. You will move in with us and work with Jake from now on.”

“Wait! I didn’t agree to move in with you!” You roll your eyes as the brothers protest loudly. “Guys, I got an apartment.”

“Sweetness, we got a mansion with ten bedrooms. You’ll keep the room you inherit. It has a balcony, a walk-in wardrobe, a fireplace, and a comfortable queen-sized bed.”

“Ari,” you sigh deeply, “that’s not the point here. We don’t even know each other. All you know about me is my sob story.”

“I know you,” Lloyd runs his index and middle finger over his mustache. “I checked your background, cupcake. I know every detail about you and your life and decided to keep you.”

“And if we start a war with Captain America it’s safer for you to stay here, with all of us,” Curtis says. “We can get all of your belongings in no time.”

“We know your apartment was furnished,” Jake says.

You bury your face in your hands and groan. All brothers insist that you must stay at their place. Even Andy and Mike who just met you.

“Guys…”

“Sweetie, please stay here with us. What if Sandy tries to get back at you?” Jake begs. “Rumors say Stark fired her.”

“I don’t think she’ll try to…” You frown. Sandy never liked you. She did everything in her power to get your job and office. “Or would she?”

“See, we don’t know yet, Pookie. Stay here, and we handle the rest.” Andy looks you up and down, humming as you shift in your seat.

Six pairs of stunning blue eyes are set on you.

You sigh and nod. There is no use fighting six stubborn brothers. “Only until we know if Sandy is planning to get back at me…”

>> Part 7

The assistant

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𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚 (ma fée) - were-bear ari levinson x fairy reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 (ma ange) - elf steve rogers x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 (ma coeur) - santa ari levinson x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 (ma fleur) - elf jake jensen x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒚 (ma papillon) - elf frank adler x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 (mon trésor) - elf johnny storm x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 (ma princesse) - elf curtis everett x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆 (mon biche) - elf lee bodecker x mrs claus reader

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[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: Smooth Hips Turner

Today is @nomadicpixel birthday and a few days ago I asked if there was something she'd like me to write her for birthday. Her answer was something hockey romance, with either Cole Turner, Andy Barber or Colin Shea. I had an idea immediately... but that one didn't work out... and I'd given up all hopes of actually being able to write something when this little scene popped into my head this afternoon. Enjoy!

Title: Smooth Hips Turner

Pairing: Cole Turner x female reader

Rating: G

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

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"Is that who I think it is?"

You barely heard your friend's question, but turned in the direction she was looking and found yourself locking eyes with the "who" in question.

Cole Turner.

You knew him as your younger brother's childhood best friend.

Everyone else in the bar knew him as Cole "Smooth Hips" Turner, the new free agent goalie for the local professional hockey team.

"Oh my god, he's coming this way!" your friend exclaimed.

As he made his way towards you, stopped nearly every foot by an excited patron, you tried to recall the last time you'd seen him. The only for sure meeting you could remember was his and your brother's high school graduation nearly twenty years ago. He'd been 18 at the time and you'd been 20.

The years had been good to him, you saw. 4 years in college hockey and 16 at the professional level had done him good. Gone was the lanky teenager who had helped your brother annoy you. In his place, was a rock solid man, with a full beard, perfectly tufted hair and a charming smile.

"Well I'll be damned," his voice declared as he finally reached the table. "I heard you lived here, but I didn't think I'd run into you on my first night in town."

"And here I was trying to avoid you," you teased as you stood up to give him a hug.

It wasn't until you turned to introduce Cole to your friend that you saw that she was gaping at the pair of you in shock.

"Hi, I'm Cole," he said, holding out his hand to her.

She just blinked at him.

"Sorry," you said, slightly embarrassed by her behavior. Sitting down, you snapped your fingers in front of her face and she blinked.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "You know Smooth Hips?"

Cole flushed at the nickname, but sat down at the table and said, "I grew up next door to her. Her brother is my best friend." Then he added, conspiratorially, "I had the biggest crush on her as a teenager."

"Wait what?" you said. "You didn't."

"I swear I did," he said, leaning back in his seat. "It's the only secret I've ever kept from your brother."

"Did you have a crush on him?" your friend asked. "Is that why you keep the magazine where he's basically naked in your bedside table?"

Cole let out a shocked laugh while you wanted to climb under the table and hide.

Instead, you glared at your friend and she just shrugged as if to say "paybacks a bitch" for not telling her about Cole in the first place.

"I like you," Cole said, pointing at your friend. Then he turned back to you. "I've been here a few times to play, obviously, but I've never really gotten to explore. Wanna show an old friend around and catch up?"

"She'd love to," your friend answered for you. Then she nudged you with her elbow. "Give him your phone number."

After giving Cole your number, he said goodbye and went to join his friends at another table.

"You're welcome," your friend said.

You raised an eyebrow.

"I just got you a date with the hottest guy in hockey," she stated then grinned. "And if you're lucky, maybe he'll show you in person how he does those stretches he posts about on his socials that you like watching so much."

You shoved your friend's shoulder while she cackled.

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Silhouettes In The Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Chapter Fifteen

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings:fluff, angst, SA mentioned not described, drugs mentioned not consumed, entertainment industry language (basically misleading way of delivering news), legal stuff, anxiety, court proceedings, bucky is sweet but also a menace, shitty lawyers and victim blaming, comments made on size of reader

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Fourteen || Chapter Sixteen

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Natasha Romanoff Unleashes Scathing Tweets While Defending The Victims Who Have Come Forward Against Alexander Pierce

Y/N Y/L/N Looks Sombre Attending Court Hearing. Bucky Barnes To Take The Stand. Fans Gather Outside Courthouse To Support Actor As He Supports His Colleagues. 

Twins In Style, Reclusive Lawyer Andy Barber Looks Dapper In Suit Matched With His Brother Steve Rogers. Watch Exclusive Video Of The Lawyer As He Ponders Over Case Details In The Parking Lot. 

Dolores Stuns In A Cherry Red Outfit, Is It Appropriate For Court? Watch As Our Fashion Experts Breakdown These Courtroom Looks.

HYDRA Now Pushes Innocence Narrative, Sharon Carter Leading Charge To Safe Face Of Organisation. 

Fans Reign Down Hell On Ace After Comments About Shocking Revelation On The Truth Of Alexander Pierce The Star Deletes Social Media In Response. 

Loki stares at the iPad lying on the desk. The shower turning on brings him back to the present. Dozens of emails, back and forth correspondence. 

Pictures. 

Pictures of him.

Pictures of Bucky.

Pictures of Steve.

Pictures of You.

Pictures of Bucky and You.

Pictures of Steve and You.

Some actual and several altered to insinuate much more than what was ongoing. Bile rises in his throat as he scrolls to the top and through the chain again while recording all of it on his phone.

Intimate pictures he exchanged with Ace, the bathroom door opens. He exits the iPad back to the home screen. Making sure to close all apps before locking the device.

“Are you coming in, big boy?” They call out, beads of water flow down their naked form. A sight which would have Loki tempted but now churns acid in his stomach.

“I’m terribly sorry, it's my brother. I need to go.” He explains having told Ace enough about his sibling, Thor, that they could draw conclusions for the need to retreat. He had done it before genuinely. 

“Oh no, would you like me to come along?” They step out further grabbing the towel.

“No, I um, I’d appreciate that but I’ve already asked Bucky. I’ll update you in a few hours. I apologise for cutting this short.” He buttons up his shirt, swiftly.

Ace stands before him, reaching up to cup his cheeks. They stand on their tiptoes, pressing their lips to his, Loki’s hands grasp their waist. Eyes closed as the two share the kiss so steeped in with betrayal.

Loki rushes out as the air is leaving his lungs, the court hearings are ongoing. The next date is scheduled for next week. He gets into his car, uncaring for the tickets he might receive and speeds along to his best friend’s apartment. 

Bucky opens the door to a frantic looking Loki who just thrusts his unlocked phone into his palms. The green eyed man heads straight for the bar cart and pours himself a generous serving of the amber selection. Downing it in one go.

Bucky stares at the playing footage, stomach knotting with every exchanged email. Natasha was right. 

It was someone on the main crew. 

Someone all trusted. 

Someone you considered a close friend when Natasha and Yelena seemingly abandoned you. 

“Pour me a glass too, I need to tell Feather.” Bucky holds out his hand and the cold crystal is placed in, he takes a sip then a longer one. Calls are exchanged between Andy, Matt and himself. More calls are made to Agent Lewis and Agent Lang.

The calls take hours and a meeting is called in order. 

Bucky closes his eyes tightly, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

When would this nightmare end? 

A sniffle brings him back to the present Loki hunched over and trying not to cry into his hands.

“I trusted them.” He mutters as Bucky’s arms envelope him into a hug, “I, I– Bucky I’m so sorry.” 

“I’m so sorry this happened to you. You don’t deserve this, not one bit.” Bucky pulls him in a tighter embrace, “I know how much they meant to you.”

Loki sniffles, holding onto Bucky, “I’m so sorry.”

You stare at Ace across the hallway of the courthouse. They meet your gaze, offering you a bright smile. 

“Smile back.” Bucky reminds in a soft murmur, from his position, leaning against the wall, coffee cup in hand. You offer them a tightlipped smile. 

“I feel sick.” Your palm pressed against your stomach, the queasy feeling blooms, “I can’t keep up this charade for long. Behaving as if yet another person hasn’t betrayed us.”

“I’d recommend a stiff drink.” Steve drinks from his own cup wishing it was something else. Glare affixed on Ace who was busy chatting away to their assistant.  

“I don’t believe alcohol is the answer, Rogers. Believe me, the four ibuprofens I’ve taken agree.” Loki observes making his way over to your small group. 

“How are you?” You hug him, he hugs back. Sighing deeply.

“I will be better.” He says, he takes off his sunglasses as he pulls away with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. 

“Don’t apologise again, please.” you request, he smiles still apologetic.

“Apologise for what?” Ace interrupts, grasping Loki’s arm with their own.

“For stealing me from date night for you know…” Bucky pushes himself away from the wall, wrapping a protective arm around your shoulders.

“Ah, yes.” They smile up at Loki, he grins at them, “I really hope you didn't mind, Y/N.”

“Of course not, I know how complicated a family can be, and having people to trust is extremely important. I’m happy Loki didn’t have to be alone.”

Steve masks a snort with a cough at your thinly veiled jab. Loki shifts slightly, Steve yelps, “These are YSL!” He sneers making sure the shoes aren’t damaged.

“Don’t worry they're baptised now by Louboutins.” Loki winks at him.

“Case in point.” You add. 

Ace only smiles.

Andy waves at you all to enter the courtroom. 

The crowd diminishes, as the courtroom fills up. 

“All rise for Judge Rambaue.” 

Judge Maria Rambaue takes her place, and everyone settles. Matt stands, as does Andy. The defence lawyers comprising the familiar faces of Schmidt and his overworked paralegals eye them warily.

Alexander only glares towards them then his gaze finds yours, he raises a brow. Then your view is blocked as Bucky shifts forward. Glaring at Alexander. The gesture makes the older man laugh, bemused. He looks on ahead.

“Don’t let him get to you, Feather.” Bucky murmurs, kissing the top of your head. You nod, intertwining your hand with his, he strokes his thumb over your tattoo.

“Permission to approach the bench, Your Honour?” Matt’s voice rings across the room. 

“Permission granted.” Judge Rambeau waits as the teams approach. 

Andy speaks and Schmit’s face turns red, he begins firing his paralegal, who cowers back pushing up their spectacles. 

“I’m going to ask you to be respectful inside and outside of my court, attorney.” The judge’s voice is loud enough, the journalists at the back begin scribbling across their notepads vigorously.

The attorneys return to their respective tables. Matt whispers something to Andy, the two share a conversation. The latter stands, buttoning up his blazer. 

Andy takes a deep breath, “Your Honour we would request to call Mr. Peter Quill to the witness stand.” 

“Granted.” 

Peter Quill walks with a confident stride, giving a beaming grin to a very confused looking Alexander Pierce. 

"I solemnly declare and affirm that the evidence I shall give will be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth". Peter says, then faces the room. 

“Mr. Quill, you were arrested a few weeks ago on account of possession of several narcotics seized from your home.” Andy questions. 

“Yes, those charges have since been dropped as the evidence collected was planted and it was a thinly veiled warning.” Peter nods. 

“I see, I would request the court to allow me to submit evidence from Mr. Quill in regards to this statement.” Andy returns with the marked evidence in hand. 

The tape is played, Alexander’s voice warning Peter heard by everyone. 

“Untrue!” Alexander yells. 

“Order in the court, Mr. Pierce.” Judge Rambaue’s voice warns. 

Andy shakes his head, “Analysis from Agents Lewis and Lang have revealed this is a non tampered with tape as well as the voice match software affirms it indeed is Mr. Pierce’s voice.” 

“Objection!” Schmidt stands, “Mr. Pierce was in a recorded meeting on the date of this claim!” 

“Mr. Schmidt!” The judge bellows. 

“Your Honour this is a baseless argument!” 

“Your Honour, we have records and geolocations found. Which confirms the call location and CCTV footage affirms Mr. Pierce was on a call at the same time.” Andy offers the evidence yet again. 

Peter smiles at Alexander, “You made a grave mistake by coming after me.” he laughs, the smug expression doesn’t leave his features. 

“I never called you. You were fooled. What would I do trying to one up an imbecile like you?” Alexander rolls his eyes. 

The gavel resounds. 

It's silent in the courtroom, Peter leaves the witness stand and Alexander is called upon to take the place. 

“So you mean to say what? Someone imitates your voice during the call Mr. Quill received?” Matt questions. 

“Yes.” Alexander replies. 

“How are you speaking with such certainty? There have been several people here who have disproved most of your lies.” Matt gestures towards the crowd, “The jury have heard each lie be thwarted.” 

“Several people have tried and failed to copy several aspects of my life.” Alexander sits back in the chair, one hand running through his hair. 

“I understand and what about the call being placed from within the location you were at?” Matt drums his fingers along his guide cane, waiting for Alexander to speak.

“Someone knew I was at my chosen location and made the call. They were present for the sole purpose of incriminating me. I was on a video conference where you can confirm with the person on the opposite end.” He shrugs. 

“You have a lot of enemies, is it Mr. Pierce?” Matt gives a sympathetic smile to Alexander. 

“It comes with the line of work, son.” 

“Who was on video call with you?” Matt turns his head towards the jury then back to the man.

Alexander sighs, “With my nephew, Brock Rumlow.” He flicks away a piece of lint, seemingly bored. 

The lawyer purses his lips, waiting to formulate his next line of questions. Andy stares at Alexander for a moment. Then three taps on the desk. Matt tilts his head then straightens it.

“Whenever you’re ready, Mr. Murdock.” Alexander smiles as he smoothens his tie. 

“Thank you Mr. Pierce. Now you mentioned that there was a video call with your nephew Mr. Brock Rumlow, correct?” Matt smiles.

“Yes.”

“What was the context of this meeting or agenda if you would be so kind to share?” Matt gestures towards the judge and jury.

“I am not at liberty to discuss since it is about the upcoming film he is directing.” Alexander’s lips press into a thin line.

“Alright and you affirm that you did not take nor make any other calls during the entirety of this meeting?” The lawyer raises a brow.

“Yes, I affirm.” 

“If we were to acquire a recording of this meeting as mandated for all HYDRA, formerly known as SHIELD Productions online meetings, would this support your statement?” Matt smirks as Alexander visibly tenses, his eyes move to his lawyers.

“Objection, calls for speculation.” Schmidt covers.

Matt chuckles, “Alright, can you prove you took no calls Mr. Pierce?”

“Objection repetitive.”

“I haven’t received my answer.”

“Overruled.”

“Mr. Pierce? Since this rule is followed by all members and employees of your co-owned production house?” 

“I am HYDRA.” Alexander grits out, palm slapping against the wood of the desk.

“Sentiments aside, can you prove you took no calls?” Matt keeps his cool.

“I built HYDRA to where it is.” Alexander presses.

“By sex-ually abusing young women and men?” Matt roars, calm demeanour fading away.

“Objection, leading.” Schmidt interrupts.

“I did no such thing, these people are placing baseless allegations for money!” Alexander bellows ignoring Schmidt.

“Mr. Pierce, the honourable court has received conclusive evidence that you did in fact assault the victims who have bravely come forth to share their harrowing ordeal.” Matt points out, “Many of whom have–,”

“Oh please, they received money from HYDRA to keep them more than compliant, silent and happy. This is all for more fame. Especially from that trio there.” Alexander sneers and points his fingers at you, Bucky and Steve.

Silence takes over the court. 

Bucky places a protective arm around you. 

Your hand finds his; fingers intertwined. 

Steve keeps a blank expression. 

Slowly it dawns over everyone what Alexander let slip.

Andy smiles pleased and it makes Alexander lose his composure. 

Schmidt scrambles to stand up after an entire two minutes, “Objection h-hearsay.” He stutters.

Matt smiles, “Your honour, I have no further questions. I would request Mr. Barber to take over.” The two exchange places.

Andy smiles at the Judge and then Alexander, “Whenever you’re ready, Mr. Pierce.” Who only scowls at him.

“You may begin, Mr. Barber.” The Judge declares.

“In continuation of the question not answered earlier, Mr. Pierce, can you tell us why proof of your call is not submitted? It increases the likelihood of this one charge you may be found not guilty.”

“I am not at the liberty to share confidential information about ongoing HYDRA projects.” Alexander regains composure.

“I see, so a video conference with Brock Rumlow but you cannot share the discussed matter but you can affirm you did not take any calls.” Andy lists the affirmed matters.

“Yes.” Alexander answers.

Andy cheerily grins at the Judge, she raises a brow.

“Your honour we request the honourable Judge, Jury and court to allow Mr. Brock Rumlow be summoned to witness.” Andy continues to smile.

Schmidt snickers under his breath. Alexander’s shoulders relax further.

You watch as Andy’s smile doesn’t waiver and Matt does a fist pump as the Judge allows the request. Approving the paperwork Andy takes from Matt to handover.

A break for fifteen minutes is called, everyone scatters out yet again. Brock was in custody of the NYPD awaiting his own trial. 

You’re following Andy and Matt into the conference room assigned to them. Bucky and Steve in tow. When chaos breaks in the hallways.

Bucky is pushed up against the wall, lapels of his blazer bunched in Alexander’s fists.

“Admit it.” He sneers, Bucky keeps his hands where everyone can see them, pressed against the wall.

“Alexander.” Bucky warns.

“Admit you fucking made that call. Only you can mimic me without a fault. You did this!” He spits out, fire burning in his eyes.

“Alexander, you need to stop making false accusations, that was a bit for the Emmy Awards. Years ago. I can’t even do a British accent, you know this.” Bucky explains, keeping his hands still in the air.

Your brows furrow when you notice Andy presses his lips into a thin line and Matt grip his guide cane harder. Steve avoids your gaze.

Your lips part as Bucky too, looks at you and then away back at Alexander. 

The guards drag him away.  Bucky smoothens his suit jacket.

“We’ll talk inside.” You know he speaks to you, “Privately for five minutes.”

Bucky grips the back of the chair, he allows you time to form your question.

“Did you mimic him?” You question, you knew he presented at the Emmys with Steve once but you never had gotten around to seeing the video. 

“At the Emmys, yes, I had.” He recounts.

“Bucky.” your lips are dry as you run your tongue over them in contemplation. 

“Feather, why would I?”

“You hated what Peter Quill did at the event…” You conclude.

“Yes, but I didn’t plant the LSD or Coke or whatever the hell they found.” Bucky defends, you press your fingers to your temples. 

“I didn’t ask you about that.” Your eyes meet his azure.

“He’s on the same track as him, he had to be busted.” Bucky emphasises pressing his index finger against his palm.

“Do you have an alibi?” you close your eyes.

“I do. I was at an interview.” 

“Then… How?” 

“Recording played over.” 

“You better not be hiding anything else from me.” You affix your glare on him. Then jog around the table to embrace him.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Feather.” He wraps his arms around you, tucking you against him.

“I promised you I’d take care of you.” He murmurs.

“Not when you’re– well, felonies.” You complain.

“Hey when most of your book boyfriends are morally grey why not your actual boyfriend be too?” He teases.

“They do the doorframe lean, amongst other things.” You huff.

Soon enough you’re twirled, back pressed to the wall. Bucky smirks, his hand resting above taking most of his weight. As he leans in, blue eyes full of playfulness. Your skin heats at the proximity.

“This better?” His voice is doing that deep baritone thing, the one that makes the thoughts in your head mush.

“I–,” words don’t support you. 

Bucky leans in further, lips brushing against yours, he cups your jaw. 

Closing the meagre distance between your lips and his own.

In the brief recess after knowing what Bucky did for you. The team never got a chance to speak. The break was extended further into lunch to allow Brock to be brought in, you felt queasy.

You still didn't understand why Brock being there would help the case in favourable manners. He was the nephew of the man being charged. Of course he would only support the man.

Playing around with the wrapper of the sandwich is all that felt right. Bucky prompts you a few times to eat, as do Loki and Steve. 

“I just don’t feel hungry…” You repeat.

“Okay how about this?” Bucky makes smaller sections of the sandwich effectively turning two pieces into four, “Eat two small ones, it will help with the queasiness.” 

When you just look at him, he raises the piece to your lips. 

“The airplane needs landing access.” He chuckles, full of hope that you will eat.

“You’re…” You can’t find the words he’s absolutely adorable. So you do part your lips letting him feed you the first piece and then the second piece.  

Bucky turns for a moment when Sam walks up needing to discuss the shoot scheduled for later today. 

He looks back at you while Sam speaks, raising the third piece, you eat it without protest. 

The rewarding grin Bucky gives you further melts your heart. He turns yet again to answer Sam. 

You eat the fourth piece on your own, the queasiness easing. 

“Good girl.” He praises, placing a kiss on your temple. You smile up at him. 

“It's like watching a sugar rush actually take place.” Steve grumbles. 

Loki shakes his head bemused, “You’d do the same thing.”

The two share a glance at each then the other’s food. Both reach for one piece of the other’s food holding it up to their mouths. 

“Here love, please eat.” Loki  says dramatically. 

“No, honey, how can I eat unless you eat?” Steve defends, pressing the morsel to Loki’s lips. 

You look at the two of them, “You know, I never thought about this, but I think the new book might have the two of you inspiring characters.” 

Bucky and you look at them then back at each other. 

“I see how these two would fit.” Your boyfriend chuckles.

“What are you planning?” Loki narrows his eyes at you and Steve regards you warily.

“Oh nothing at all…” You trail off, then look to the side as Andy walks towards your group.

“We’ve got ten minutes before the session begins, Brock has arrived.” His gaze settles on you. Bucky tenses beside you as does Steve. 

“What?” You ask, looking between them.

Andy sighs moving closer, “He may bring up the night of the assault.”

“And that is a problem because?” You ask, “It happened, it's the truth…”

“There isn’t doubt about that, Y/N. If he brings it up, you will be called to the stand again.” Steve explains softly.

“Oh…” You swallow, the way Schmidt had questioned you, the blatant disrespect, the horrible accusations, the jabs at your weight and your writing. 

Previous Hearings:

‘And what about this? Your literature is so sexually charged, this conversation between your characters suggests women are dominating in nature during sexual situations.’ Schmidt places the highlighted passage before you.

‘Objection Relevance?’ Matt interrupts.

‘Yes, because sex should be consensual, safe, healthy and enjoyed by the individuals partaking, I don’t understand–,’ Your words are cut off.

‘You writing about these things promotes you were asking for it all by coming onto my client. If you couldn’t handle yourself with the substances you abused, a woman of your appearance had to resort to throwing herself on my client to achieve her–,’

‘Objection opinion.’ Matt roars.

‘You were at fault, you were under influence and you came onto my client.’ Schmidt accuses, ignoring Matt. 

‘Objection Evidence!’

You cower back in your seat. Ears ringing, flashes of the evening playing. Breathing hard you search for Bucky. Your knuckles shoot pain at the harsh grip on your chair. 

‘Ms. Y/L/N, your recollection of the night is obscured, how can you yourself believe what happened when all you have are flashes? The drugs you took alter memories, are you sure you weren’t with the people trying to bring my client’s name down?’ Schmidt stares down at you, dismissing you. Dismissing your experience, your eyes move to the jury.

‘Objection evidence! Evidence B351-85 is the entire audio recording of Mr. Pierce’s sex-ual assault on my client.’ Matt pauses hearing your laboured breathing, ‘Y/N?’ 

Black spots cloud your vision, ‘He did it, he said no one would believe me. Please, you have to believe me. I, I didn’t lead him on please. There were bottles and I was thirsty. The water had something in it, I, please.’

Bucky stands, Loki tugs on his arm. The Judge looks at them then back at you.

‘Sit down.’ Andy whispers to them.

Your vision ebbs in and out, you try to anchor yourself to Bucky to something. Alexander grins smugly, you close your eyes, hot tears brim over your cheeks.

‘Crocodile tears don’t win cases Ms. Y/L/N. Your erotic fiction is good only on paper.’ Schmidt smirks, ‘No further questions.’

“But Brock will corroborate, correct?” Bucky stares at Andy, the lawyer nods.

“Given who he shares a genetic composition with, I do not want to trust him.” He looks at Steve and Loki.

“If they call me to the stand again, I’ll tell the truth.” You nod, taking a steadying breath. 

“If anything occurs, we’ll call Steve or Bucky again to the stand, okay?” Andy assures with an apologetic smile.

“We’re here to help okay?” Steve adds, “You call us as witnesses, we heard everything.”

Andy nods, “We better get inside.” 

The courtroom is tense as Brock is led inside his hands still cuffed. Alexander rolls his eyes and shakes his head as his nephew takes the stand. 

Andy stands, his opening statement done. Brock seems every bit laid back. As though lives won’t change based on his testimony. As if this means nothing. 

“Yeah, Uncle was on a call in the middle of the meeting.” Brock says and a murmur breaks out.

“Order in the court!” Judge Rambaue bellows.

“Do you know who was it with, this conversation Mr. Pierce, your uncle partook in amidst the ongoing meeting?” Andy questions, raising a brow.

Brock inhales, “He muted when the call was made, archives will have a recording of the meeting and if not my meetings are backed up to my server. I am willing to provide access.” 

“I see, thank you for your cooperation Mr. Rumlow. No further questions, your honour.” Andy returns to the table.

All eyes move to Schmidt’s table, whispering occurs. Alexander slams his hand on the table, sneering at his lawyers then Brock. Who only smirks at his uncle,

“I would also go on record to say that I have supportive evidence that the man sitting there, Alexander Pierce, has assaulted those three sitting there. I have proof of the blackmail done for the same. In fact it was delivered by their close friend Ace to my uncle in exchange for a three movie deal with the production house.” 

“Objection, lack of foundation.” Schmit points at Brock.

“The foundation is every allegation of this case.” Andy counters.

“Mr. Rumlow, I hope you have evidence to support what you are stating.” The judge looks at him and Brock nods.

“I have someone who can corroborate everything, with proof.” Brock only gives his uncle a wicked grin when Alexander stands marching over to the witness stand. 

The officers stop him, “You won’t fucking get away with this!” Alexander struggles against the guards.

“Order in my court! Mr. Pierce, I will not hesitate to charge you. This is your final warning.” Judge Rambaue points her gavel at him.

“I am paying the price of being by your side while you ruined my life by making me do your bidding. No more uncle.” Brock looks at Andy.

“Mr. Rumlow, you mentioned someone who can prove every allegation?” Andy enquiries, Matt stands as well, ready with the to call witness papers in hand.

You look up at Bucky, he shakes his head unknowing of who it could be either.

“Mr. Nick Fury.” Brock smiles, the doors open, all heads turn to the man entering.

Dressed in all black, Nicky Fury keeps his gaze at level with the judge. 

“Objection….” Schmidt struggles with the reasoning.

“Your Honour, we request to call Nick Fury to the stand.” Matt hands over the papers.

Nick submits three folders and a harddisk, “I know this isn’t traditional your honour, but the board of SHIELD Productions–,”

“It’s HYDRA!” Alexander shouts, Nick turns, his eye narrowed at the man.

“Was HYDRA, as of the Extra Ordinary General Meeting held with the stakeholders and active managerial position holders, you Alexander Pierce, have been terminated effective immediately. All your shares have been forfeited and bought out. You no longer have anything to do with our production house.” 

“You cannot– I will take you down with me!” Alexander warns.

“No Alexander, you’re getting what was coming to you. You abused your power and now it is time to pay up.” Nick taps the hard disk, “Your honour, this contains everything Alexander has done illegally. Our Production House is being cleaned out. All employees are willing to cooperate.” He heads to the opposite side’s witness stand.

Nick meets Bucky and Steve’s gazes, then yours, “I apologise to everyone I couldn’t protect before. It was a stupid ass decision to let Alexander lead, I shall be taking a more active role rather than just financially providing for the production house.

“The court will take four days to review the newly submitted evidence. The jury is asked to consider everything and take their time to decide. Mr. Pierce you are hereby ordered to be placed in custody for your contempt behaviour in my court without bail.” The gavel resounds.

Alexander Pierce is dragged away, the four of you remain seated.

“Where are you off to Ace?” Loki’s words stop them in their tracks.

“Loki, are you going to believe–,”

“Alexander, there is something going on between Steve and Y/N. However I believe they may explore a throuple situation with Bucky Barnes.” He recounts, cutting them off.

“Here are the pictures you asked for, if your team can switch Steve and Bucky’s angles you can push the story better.” 

“You went through my email?” Ace accuses, “That is a violation of privacy-,”

Your snort cuts them off, “You’re the one to fucking talk! You’re the one who leaked everything, I trusted you so much and kept wondering, I kept thinking it was others and not you. Fuck, you should really get the damn awards had me fooled you were my friend. Hell, we all thought you were our friend. You didn’t even spare Loki’s feelings. Fuck you, Ace.”

They blink at you, mouth parted. Loki scoffs at their look of denial. 

“It’s best we leave.” Andy advises gesturing to the one man recording the entire ordeal.

“Feel free to post that everywhere.” You tell the man who scurries out at being caught.

“I’ll pay him to post it all.” Loki keeps his glare affixed upon Ace.

Bucky’s palm rests on your lower back, guiding you out, “Home?”

“Home.” You affirm, he presses his lips to your temple.

Hayden brings the car around. Bucky and you settle in heading home. 

Yelena calls then, you put it on speaker.

“Hey Lena, you’re on speaker.”

“Hey, Hey Bucky, I heard the highlights, how are you holding up?” You hear ice clinking against glass from her end.

“We’ll get there, I suppose.” Bucky shrugs, “Any news on HYDRA Publications?” 

“All of HYDRA is being dissolved, mostly SHIELD is too, it’s going to turn into something new. However, all decisions taken by the companies an hour before the decision to dissolve remain final.” She explains then sighs, “We’re going through the semantics of everything, several of the roster of BW is involved.”

“Did, did we get what we wanted?” You ask, you’d independently publish, you just needed the contract gone.

“I’m just waiting for confirmation from legal counsel at Barber and Murdock.”

“Confirmation for what?”

“If you retain all rights as author even though they have dropped you from their roster, due to poor review performance.” Yelena chuckles, you look up at Bucky.

“Wait, she’s free?” He questions.

“Yes, she’s free. We’ll work on getting the ratings up but as of now, you are not bound by any publication house.” Yelena’s happiness is infectious.

You let out a relieved laugh, “Thank you.” 

“I’ll get back to you, this whole thing has led to fires I need to put out.” She ends the call and Bucky envelopes you in a hug, pulling you across his lap.

“Bucky!” You grab onto his shoulders, he only laughs.

“I’m so very happy for you, Feather.” He cups your face with his vibranium palm.

“Soon you will be free from them too.” You kiss his palm. 

Bucky smiles widely, pink lips leading to the dimple on his cheek and the crinkles by his eyes. Your thumbs stroke his cheekbones, your lips kiss his crinkles and dimple.

HEADLINES:

In What Seems To Be A Shocking And Very On Brand Author Y/N’s Infamous Plot Twists, She Has Been Dropped By HYDRA-SHIELD’s Publication House Due To Poor Reviews. Read On Ahead To Know More About The Contract That Caused This To Occur.

Brock Rumlow Sentenced To Two Years Of Jail Which Was Further Reduced For His Compliance With The Law, Community Service and A Private Facility Allowed.

Alexander Pierce’s Downfall Shocks Hollywood More Stars And Big Names Come Forward As The Man Is Sentenced To Two Life Sentences In Prison. Found Guilty On All Counts.

Nick Fury On How He Knew It Was Time To Do The Right Thing, “It Was Time To Stop Remaining A Passive On Paper Leader Of This Prestigious Organisation.”

Steve Rogers Posts Picture Of BTS From His Next Movie Ghosted, Teases About Familiar Faces As Cameos. We Wonder Who Could They Be? He Also Is Setting Up A Free Mental Health Clinic At His Local Rec Centre.

Bucky Barnes and Y/N Y/L/N Spotted Holding Hands As They Enter Their Apartment Complex. Watch Mini Video Filmed At Her Mother’s Healthcare Facility of The Small Family Laughing As They Eat Jello In The Cafeteria.

Bucky Barnes Shares Heartfelt Write Up About Compassion and Kindness Towards The Victims of Alexander Pierce. Organises Fund Raiser For The Victims and Their Families Or Next of Kin. Loki Laufeyson, Steve Rogers, and Brock Rumlow Pledge To Match Fundraiser’s Amount Each.

A.N.: soooooo i hope you guys enjoy this update! slowly getting back to it all and writing, hope you all are doing well!

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feat. Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Curtis Everett, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale

Andy Barber

I’M YOUR MAN soft!dark mafia AU dubious consent, forced marriage, explicit smut

↠ I'm Your Man [3k] ↠ Morning Radiance [750] ↠ Prepare for Takeoff [1.5k] ↠ Don't Look Too Far [6.4k] ↠ Burned Off the Haze [4.5k] ↠ Cracking Locks [5k] ↠ ask: a moment on your honeymoon [350] ↠ Make Her Glow [1k]

EXTRAS: ↠ will Andy let the reader work? ↠ what if Andy were forced into marriage with the reader?

Ari Levinson

Obsidian Stain and Sin [8.1k] Ari x reader x Curtis Everett tattoo artist modern AU soft!dark, initial mildly dubious consent, explicit smut, many kinks

+ Taking You Home [6.2k] + Worship in the Bedroom [3.2k] + Get Closer to Me [5.8k]

Slope - Concept Pitch [2.5k] modern AU - some college, then mid-30s second chance half imagine, half storytelling

Lakehouse Ari ask/thot [160] modern AU - brother's best friend, first part of The Lake House soft dark, smut

Waiting On One Look [300] apocalyptic omegaverse AU soft dark world, but not a soft dark Ari

Crimson Mornings [500] Ari x reader x Bucky Barnes explicit smut

Curtis Everett

Obsidian Stain and Sin [8.1k] Curtis x reader x Ari Levinson tattoo artist modern AU soft!dark, initial mildly dubious consent, explicit smut, many kinks

+ Taking You Home [6.2k] + Worship in the Bedroom [3.2k] + Get Closer to Me [5.8k]

an ask about a water creature C!Evans character [1.2k] + Never Going Back Again [3.7k] Bolotnik!Curtis Everett x reader undefined time period AU explicit smut, first piece: non/dubious consent, second piece: full consent, terato/monster fucking

Lloyd Hansen

HUFFILY EVER AFTER: A CINDERELLOYD STORY modern AU, Cinderella adaptation, unknown identities + enemies/rivals to lovers, eventual smut

+ Chapter One [5k] + Chapter Two [6.4k] [Monday Update Schedule]

WELCOME HOME, PUMPKIN  set of three stories utilizing the same opening and sharing lines of dialogue and narrative but with soft, soft dark, and dark results

↠ soft: Sugar Pumpkin ↠ soft!dark: Spiced Pumpkin ↠ dark: Smashed Pumpkin

Unholy Errand [4k] Lloyd x reader, God the Bounty Hunter x reader, Ransom Drysdale dark, non-consent, dubious consent, explicit smut

Lloyd punishment ask [500] explicit smut, bondage, dom vibes

Lloyd hearteyes ask [330] light smut

Ransom Drysdale

Between the Lines [4.4k] post-Knives Out, fake engagement, slow burn, forced proximity, "enemies" to lovers, off-page smut

Steve Rogers Collecton

Main Masterlist

[mavsstar]

｡･ﾟ𝐎𝐡 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

Summary︱Ransom comes to spend the holidays with his twin brother, Andy and his fiancé. He can't stand her at all despite her being one of the sweetest people on the earth. Turns out all they needed was to bond.

Pairings︱Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!Fem!Reader, Andy Barber x Virgin!Fem!Reader

W.C︱2.8k

Warnings︱It's Ransom, that a big warning in itself, cursing, kissing, pet name: kitten, manipulation, slight coercion (if you blink you'll miss it), oral (f!), cheating, daddy kink

Author's note︱It's been too long and now I'm finally back! This was fun to make and I've had this idea in my head for weeks now! Have fun reading :) Feedback is appreciated!

You adored your fiancé Andy, he was a kindhearted gentleman that loved you with his entire being. You couldn’t ask for more in a man. Everyone around him approved of you and liked you quite a lot.

Well most of them. 

The only person who couldn’t get on board was his twin, Ransom. Though the feelings were mutual. You thought he was too crude and he thought you were too much of a prude. Unlike him, you’ve never vocalized your dislike towards him, preferring to be kind to him even if you wanted to sew his mouth shut. 

The good part was you rarely got to see the man. You were safe from seeing his face anywhere you went. That was until Andy came home with a surprise. 

“Ransom is going to spend the holidays with us this year.” 

You froze. “Excuse me?” 

“There’s too much going on and I won’t be able to make it home this year and Ransom doesn’t want to go spend the holidays with the family,” Andy began to explain, “I don't want him to be alone so I invited him to stay with us.” 

“Which holidays?” You asked, hoping it would just be Thanksgiving. 

“All of them.” 

It felt like someone dropped an anvil on you. He was going to spend at least a month with you in your shared house, day and night. “And he said yes?” You questioned, surprised he even gave Andy an answer. 

“I was surprised too,” he answered. “He’s coming on Thursday.” 

It was Tuesday, meaning you only had a day to prepare. You dropped your shoulders in defeat. “I better start preparing the guest room,” you said as you got up from the couch. 

Andy grabbed your arm as you tried to walk past him, pulling you into his chest. He rested his chin on the top of your head. “Look I know you two aren’t the best of friends and it’ll be difficult but I want him here with us. Maybe after he really gets to know you, you’ll get along.”

“There’s a better chance of me growing another inch than us getting along.” 

Thursday came a little bit too fast for your liking. One moment you were talking with Andy about Ransom and within a blink of an eye you were at the airport, waiting for him. His flight landed 15 minutes ago and most of the passengers were already off. But he just had to make a fashionably late entrance. 

“There’s my little brother!” Ransom exclaimed. 

“You’re older by a minute,” Andy said as he got up from his seat. 

“A minute and 10 seconds.” Ransom’s answer made Andy playfully roll his eyes. Ransom then turned his attention to you, flashing you a fake smile. “Look who’s here! Did you shrink while I was away? I almost didn’t see you.” 

It was early in the morning. Even more so to be dealing with Ransom’s remarks. You resisted the burning urge to roll your eyes at him. “It’s nice to see you Ransom, I hope you had a nice flight.” 

“It was the absolute worst actually-” He began to complain but it all became white noise to your brain. You just nodded your head as he complained, occasionally saying that must’ve sucked just to make it seem like you were actually paying attention. 

For the first couple of days Andy was able to keep him busy and out of your way but he had to go back to work, leaving you with him all day. At first he would stay for only part of your day, often going out to do something other than being in the house with you. Eventually he just stayed around the house more and more. 

“Are you seriously reading again?” Ransom asked as he plopped down next to you on the couch. 

You quickly tore your gaze from your book to look at Ransom. “Mhm,” you hummed in confirmation, going back to reading your book. 

“Weren’t you just reading this morning?” He asked. 

“I was finishing the last couple of pages. Andy doesn’t like it when I lose sleep to finish reading,” you answered. “This is a different book.” 

“Can I see?”’ He asked with complete sincerity. You then handed him the book only for him to throw it across the room, earning a small ‘Hey!’ from you. “Well stop reading, I’m bored.” 

“What do you want to do?” You asked him as you fully turned your body towards his. 

“If I knew what to do I wouldn’t be here, telling you I’m bored.” 

You decided to ignore his comment and pretend like he never said it in the first place. “Well…we could go grocery shopping.” 

“Grocery shopping? Really?” He questioned, unamused at your suggestion. Much to his dismay, he saw that you were 100% serious. “Fine, let's go.” 

The drive to the grocery store was longer than necessary. Ransom refused to let you drive, part of you figured it was an ego thing but he claimed that a man should always drive. Never the woman. He also refused to use a map, claiming that he knew where he was going. 

After 25 minutes of driving in circles, you finally got to the grocery store. It was practically empty, not a lot of people wanted to do their weekly grocery shopping at 7:27 pm. 

“Now that I’ve been thinking about it, you’re always at the house,” Ransom commented. “Do you not have a job?” 

“Not anymore,” you said as you pushed the cart towards the dairy section. “I used to be a secretary.” 

“Why’d you quit?” 

“Andy said I didn’t have to work anymore and he would take care of me.” You grabbed a gallon of milk and crossed it off your mental grocery list. You started to push the cart down the section towards the produce. “It was too overwhelming for me and Andy didn’t like that I was so stressed out.” 

“How hard can that be?” Ransom scoffed. 

“It’s a lot harder than you think Ransom,” you replied. “It didn’t help that I was one of the few women there. I had a terrible boss.” 

“What do you do all day then? Just sit there and look pretty while you wait for Andy to come home?” 

“I clean, run some errands, go out—I do the same things you do but you don’t seem the type of person to clean or run errands.” 

“Why would I?” He scoffed. “That's why I hired a maid and an assistant to do all that for me.” 

“Not surprised trust fund baby,” you muttered under your breath. 

“What did you say?” Ransom asked, having fully heard you. 

You looked up at him, “Oh nothing,” you lied, you even went as far as to pull out doe eyes. “Oh we need bread!” 

 “No, no, no,” Ransom repeated as he grabbed your upper arm, halting you from moving any further. “Repeat what you said.” 

“I said we need bread.” 

“Before that.” 

“I said nothing,” you answered, unknowingly pushing his buttons in the sweetest way imaginable. 

His hand traveled up your upper arm to your cheeks, slightly squishing them together as he inched closer to your face. You could feel his breath fanning over your lips.

“Kitten, repeat what you said, I’m not going to ask again.” 

Your lips parted open but no sound came out. You felt heat pooling from the pit of your stomach rising to your face. You tried to peel your eyes away from his only for him to chase after them. 

“I-I said, not surprised trust fund baby,” you mumbled loud enough so he could hear it.  

The corner of his lip tugged into a sly smirk, “See now was that so hard?” He asked as he dropped his hand. “Good girl.” 

Ransom evoked a spark inside him that night. He noticed how your body went hot under his touch and he loved it. It was as if you have been untouched and you’re just now tasting a man’s touch. You would grow shy under his gaze if he stared at you for too long. You would jump every time his hands brushed your body. 

Ransom’s favorite part was when he would inch his face close to yours and your eyes would dart to his lips right before going back to his eyes. 

Though part of him couldn’t help but think it was all an act. There was no possible way a woman like you could be so innocent. That you would pretend to get flustered everytime he made a sexual innuendo. That you would get uncomfortable and squirm in your seat everytime a sex scene came on. 

It had to be an act. 

Like right now, you were in the kitchen cooking food for you and Ransom. You were wearing Andy’s sweater with a pair of small pj shorts and Ransom had made a crude comment. 

“You and Andy must've had crazy kitchen counter sex if that’s what you wear to cook.” 

“Oh my,” you squeaked out. “We don’t–uh–Andy and I-” 

“Oh please drop the act,” he scoffed.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “What act?” 

“That!” Ransom exclaimed. “The pretending you’re all innocent and being such a fucking prude. Everyone has sex, it’s normal.” 

Except you haven’t had sex yet. You always wanted to wait until marriage for personal reasons and Andy didn’t mind one bit. He completely respected your decision and liked the idea of waiting, it’s building tension the two of you would unleash on your wedding night. 

“It’s not an act Ransom,” you answered. “I just don’t feel comfortable talking about…it.”

“You’re kidding me right?” He remarked. He took your silence as a no. Then the realization slowly crept in his mind. “Unless…” 

“Unless what?” You questioned. 

“Unless you’re a virgin? But that’s impossible…right?” His tone was teasing and almost humiliating. 

You felt the shame burn your cheeks and you imagined the words ‘virgin’ written in big red bold letters across your forehead. People have assured you that it’s okay to be a virgin and everyone takes life at a different speed. You were just getting comfortable with it. 

“Answer me kitten.” 

“Yes,” you whispered, looking down at your feet. 

Ransom swallowed the last 4 steps that were between the two of you. His right hand went under your chin, softly lifting it up. “So he’s never touched you?” Ransom asked as his left hand slowly began to graze your body. 

“No.” Your breath hitched when his large hand rested on your hip, pulling you flush against him. You bumped into his chest with a soft grunt. His hands went to your back when he felt you shift backwards, caging you against him.

“Please let me go Ransom,” you softly pleaded as you tried to pry him off. 

“No,” he said as his head dipped to your neck, placing fervent kisses. “You want this and you know it.” 

“No–ngh–I can’t do this to Andy.” 

Ransom stopped the attack on your neck. You could see it in his face that he was bothered at the mention of his twin brother. “We’re not doing anything bad, kitten. We’re just having fun, you want us to get along, don’t you?” 

“This is bad Ransom, I’m cheating on my fiance,” you protested. “I can’t do this.” Ransom had you in his grip and he wasn’t going to lose you. He refused to. 

“Andy’s cheating on you,” he blurted out. 

“What?” You questioned him. 

“It’s obvious, kitten. How else was he going to stay with you? He’s a man after all and men have needs.” 

"You’re lying,” you argued. “Why should I believe you?” 

“Because I’m his brother and I know the type of person he is.” His hands went underneath your sweater, slithering their way up to your breasts. “So I think we can have some fun. It wouldn’t be fair after all.” 

Ransom’s lips crashed onto yours before you could give an answer. You tasted like the strawberries you were eating just mere minutes ago. With every passing second, his kisses grew hungrier. 

“Jump,” he whispered against your lips. You obeyed and lifted yourself off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist. He blindly stumbled into your bedroom. Carefully, he set you on the bed and unbeknownst to you, he had taken off your shorts and panties in one swift motion. 

His warmed calloused hand went to your thighs, spreading them as fast apart as he could. You were completely soaked. Ransom bit back a moan. “Oh kitten,” he purred. “I can’t wait to ruin you.” Ransom planted open mouth kisses on your ankle, working his way up to your inner thighs. Your head felt dizzy and your body was high off of his touch. When you felt Ransom kiss your cunt, you knew you were a goner. 

“Ransom,” you moaned out. 

“That’s not my name kitten,” Ransom murmured. He looked up at you through his eyelashes as he licked around your pussy lips. “It’s daddy. Now say it.” 

“Please daddy,” you whined. 

“If you stop saying it, I stop. Got it?” 

You rapidly nodded your yes, not trusting your own voice. You let out a strangled moan as Ransom licked a broad stripe against your pussy. 

“You taste so fucking sweet,” Ransom let out a moan of satisfaction, sending vibrations through you, making it more pleasurable than you ever imagined. 

Incoherent babbles left your mouth as he made precise, figure eights on your clit. You couldn’t help but lock your legs around his head, never wanting him to leave. You lazily propped yourself up on the bed to watch Ransom but it all went out the window when his lips sucked on your clit. 

“Oh my god!” You shrieked, your head falling back on the mattress. “Daddy! Feel s’good!” 

Ransom momentarily lifted his head, watching your blissed out state. “I know it does kitten,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “Andy could never make you feel like this huh?” 

“No.” 

“I wonder how he would feel that I’m eating his pretty fiancé’s pussy? Making her scream daddy.” Ransom dipped his head back down and went at it again.

 His tongue goes through your fold, licking all your sweet wetness. You felt a familiar sensation only this time it was coming faster and harder. This felt nothing like this when you would play with yourself. 

“Oh daddy!” You screwed your eyes shut as you gripped the sheets. Your lower half took a mind of its own as you began to rock your hips against his face, chasing your high. A gasp fled your lips as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Suddenly the only word you knew was daddy, repeating it as if it was a prayer. 

“How was that, kitten?” Ransom teasingly asked. “Did daddy make you feel good?” 

“Mhm,” you blissfully hummed out. “S’good.” 

“That’s my girl,” Ransom praised as he pulled your shorts back up. “You did so good for me.” Ransom enjoyed watching you, you were spaced out and he didn’t even put his all into it. He could only begin to imagine how you would react when he really got done with you. 

“Now let's go finish cooking before Andy comes home.” He kissed you lips one more time before helping you off the bed.

Andy surprisingly came home earlier than he said he would. Usually would come home at 12, it was currently 10:06 pm. You had barely finished washing the dishes when you heard the door unlock.

“Hi honey!” Andy greeted you as walked over to kiss you. You turned your head to the side and his lips collided with your cheek. “What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned at your behavior. 

“Nothing,” you answered. “I’m heading off to bed, I’m really tired. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

“Goodnighttt,” Ransom sang as you left the room. 

“Goodnight Ransom.” 

Andy waited until you left the room to talk to Ransom. Once he saw he was in the clear, he turned to Ransom. “What the hell did you say to her?” 

“Nothing, why?”  Ransom asked, playing the innocent. “Trouble in paradise?” 

“Drop the act Ransom.” Andy stepped closer to him, placing his hands on his hips. “We were fine a couple days ago and now she’s acting weird. What did you do to her?” 

“I did nothing,” he said as he raised his hands in defense. 

Andy knew he was lying. If he really was telling the truth, he would’ve told him off and stormed off cursing at how his own brother doesn’t believe him. 

“Stay away from her,” Andy seethed through gritted teeth. “Don;t even think about laying a finger on her.” 

“Or what? You’re going to kick me out?” Ransom scoffed. “I saw her first and you took her away from me. I’m simply getting back what’s mine.” 

[misshoneybee]

𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 🌙✨

hi friends! so, i've had all these hot, little thoughts and prompts floating around my head and i figured that kinktober would be the best time to get them all out!! this is my first time taking this challenge on and i'm incredibly nervous, so please be gentle. 🧡

note: i'll be posting almost every saturday in october (the eighth, fifteenth, twenty-second, and twenty-ninth) and posting a bonus fic on halloween. below the cut, i've included pairings and certain warnings with each day's plot. please check tw's before reading! additionally, this blog is 18+ so minors, dni or you will be blocked.

˖  ࣪𖥔 links 𖥔 ࣪ ˖ 

kinktober tag | main masterlist | playlist

˖  ࣪𖥔 dates 𖥔 ࣪ ˖ 

10/8 | 10/15 | 10/22 | 10/29 | 10/31

˖  ࣪𖥔 miscellaneous notes 𖥔 ࣪ ˖ 

firstly, all tw's are subject to change but will be accurately reflected at the time of publication! secondly, my readers are afab (because that is the perspective i am able to provide) however, i do my best to keep everything else (physical appearance, etc.) as inclusive as possible! i am still new to writing x-reader so constructive criticism is always appreciated! + divider credit

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

☾ pairing: nanny!reader x daddy!andy barber ☾ tw: daddy kink, ddlg vibes, somnophilia, age gap (reader is early twenties, andy is mid-forties) ☾ summary: working as the barber family's nanny is a piece of cake, but what happens when the dad you've been tip-toeing around all year comes home late one night to find you asleep in his bed, wearing his favorite sweater?

──── ·。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭

☾ pairing: college!reader x dbf!steve rogers ☾ tw: age gap (reader is early twenties, steve is mid-forties), infidelity, bratty!reader, smut, oral sex (m-rec), light dom/sub, daddy kink, dirty talk, degradation, use of pet names, squirting, creampie ☾ summary: when your dad's best friend tags along on a family vacation, there's just something about him that you can't stay away from. the only obstacle? you needed to get that ring off his fucking finger.

──── ·。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞

☾ pairing: reader x ex-boyfriend!ari levinson ☾ tw: slight coercion, smut, fingering, oral sex (f-rec), size kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, breeding kink, kind of dub-con, unprotected sex, creampie ☾ summary: a breakup doesn't always mean forever--especially not if ari has anything to say about it. when you come back to the house to get your things after leaving him, he knows exactly how to make you stay...

──── ·。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥

☾ pairing: innocent!reader x step-brother!ransom drysdale ☾ tw: innocence kink, stepcest, manipulation, pussyjob ☾ summary: coming october twenty-eighth!

──── ·。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥

☾ pairing: reader x paramedic!neighbors!stucky ☾ tw: mfm threesome, slight medical kink, bondage ☾ summary: (insp. by johnny-simpfinger and this post), coming october thirtieth!

[onsunnyside]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒 & 𝐂𝐎.

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 — Do not plagiarize, copy, repost/republish, adapt or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third party sites. My blog is 18+, so minors DNI. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel, etc.). All my works are fiction and may be dark or have triggering content: read all warnings before proceeding.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: All my main characters are of legal age, fem!reader and their descriptions are vague to be inclusive to all! (unless specified). All dividers, visuals and moodboards are made by me unless stated otherwise—I make all my visuals, moodboards, and dividers specifically for my stories, masterlists and blog, please don’t steal them. No pictures and gifs belong to me.

I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ | @onsunnysidelibrary | 𝐀𝐎𝟑 | 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬

【 fluff, smut, angst, dark, (c)ompleted, request 】

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

「 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒 」

「 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 」 & 「 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 」

「 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑 」

「 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄 」

「 𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 」

「 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍 」

「 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓 」

「 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌 」

「 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐀 」

「 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐑 」

「 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑 」

「 𝐁𝐑𝐘𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐘 」

「 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 」

「 𝐌𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐘 」

「 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 」

「 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋 」

「 𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍 」

「 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐄 」

「 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 」

𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭; one shot ⤜ f, s

✧࿐ [major crossover, main pairing: brother’s best friends!Ari Levinson & Steve Rogers x bratty!reader, with: brother’s best friends!Curtis Everett, Jake Jensen, Ransom Drysdale]

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 (𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧); collection ⤜ f, s

✧࿐ Icky college boys will never change—so sleep with their dads. [boyfriend’s dad!Andy Barber x reader, with: dilf!neighbour!Bucky Barnes, dilf!Ari Levinson, dilf lumberjack!Steve Rogers, age gap, cheating]

Set in the verse of: 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥; one shot ⤜ s, r (c)

𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲; one shot ⤜ s, r (c)

✧࿐ You have your first orgasm at the hands (and mouth) of your two best friends. Based on this ask. [college au, Curtis Everett x virgin!reader x Jake Jensen, innocent!reader, innocence/ruined kink, corruption kink]

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨; mini series ⤜ soft!d, f, s, a

✧࿐ When the innocent lamb is lost and alone, beasts are bound to come—only in your case, they’re disguised as virtuous, charming shepherds. [soft!dark Steve Rogers x naive!reader, soft!dark Ransom Drysdale x naive!reader, pining, possessive behaviour]

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬; series ⤜ d, f, s,

✧࿐ Ari has spent too long protecting you from the big bad world and all the monsters who inhabit it—including himself—for you to belong to someone else. See the Rush Collection. [soft dark!stepbrother!Ari Levinson, frat boys!CEvans characters, innocent!reader, university au, stepcest, grey character undertones, fratboy!Ari, innocent/virgin!reader]

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥; series ⤜ f, s, a

✧࿐ They’re shaded and jaded, and you’re the answer to their prayers. [uni!camgirl!reader, friends-with-benefits, dad’s best friend and sugar daddy au ft. our favourite daddies]

𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚; (HCV Alternative Version) collection ⤜ d, f, s, a

✧࿐ Draped in power, gold and glory—the alphas of Arcadia Phi set their sights on you, the new omega freshman. [dark A/B/O college AU, dark alpha!fratboy!cevans characters x omega!reader, HC Verse Alternative Version]

𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚; mini series ⤜ d, s

✧࿐ Don’t get sad, get even. [Major Crossover—Ghostface boyfriends!Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Curtis Everett, Ransom Drysdale x cheater!reader. Gangbang (DP), character wears a mask so the reader doesn’t know who they are, chase kink, jealousy]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐬; collection ⤜ f, s, r

✧࿐ From the ashes of the Golden Age of Porn rises the demand for productions of all kinds—and wickedly stellar and infamously gnarly Love Shack Studios are on the hunt for a new star. [major crossover, pornstar!Ari Levinson and pornstar!Curtis Everett x fluffer!reader (major crossover: pornstar!Steve Rogers, pornstar!Devin Peters, cameraman!Jake Jensen, CEO!Lloyd Hansen, casting director!Mr. Freezy, socialite!Ransom Drysdale)]

𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞; one shot ⤜ s (c)

✧࿐ Every pet needs an owner and in your case, your daddy loves sharing you. [Ari Levinson x bunny hybrid!reader (to Major Crossover: Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen and Steve Rogers x bunny hybrid!reader). Exhibitionism, boot riding, dom/sun undertones, dumbification]

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩; one shot ⤜ s (c)

✧࿐ It’s the summer before your freshman college year, and your stepdad’s best friend has been teaching you about pleasure behind your stepdad’s back, or so you think. Based on this ask. [stepdad!Ari Levinson, stepdad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen, stepcest, innocent!/inexperienced!reader]

𝐀𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐀𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞; headcanon-ish ⤜ s (c)

✧࿐ Based on an ask: "You walk into the office of your boss and see 4 handsome men staring at you and undressing you with their eyes. Your boss introduces them: Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barber, Mr. Evans & Mr. Levinson. You have to make their stay as pleasant as possible..."

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐚; series ⤜ f, s, a

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬: 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬/𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

2022 Drabble Masterlist

Gonna try to get all the drabbles I’ve written together. For now, just adding the ones I did recently.

Arvin Russell x plus size!reader

Dark!Peter x stripper!reader

Sincerely Yours (Lee Bodecker)

Big Man (Lloyd Hansen)

Look at Yourself (Rafe Cameron)

Called to Atone (Bucky Barnes)

Brother’s Keeper (Peter Parker)

Do Better (Steve Rogers)

Be Mine (Rafe Cameron)

What Could Be (Andy Barber, nanny!Reader)

The Help | Part 2 (Lloyd Hansen, maid!reader)

Grand Finale | Put on a Show (Lloyd Hansen)

A Special Lesson (Professor Thor)

The Lake House | After Midnight (sister’s BF! Thor)

Stay the Night | Morning After (Best Friend! Loki, Roommate Steve)

Stood Up (Best Friend! Bucky Barnes)

Are You Scared of the Dark (Loki)

Sore Loser (Loki, Thor)

The Red Door (Bucky Barnes, escort!reader)

Parent-Teacher Meeting (school teacher!Steve Rogers)

Work it Out (Personal Trainer!Clark Kent)

Sacred Vessel (cult!Thor)

Everybody Talks (assistan!Peter Parker)

[georgiapeach30513]

What if Lance was actually able to take the baby with him. Was it easy raising her? Would he have taken Aurelia too?

Please keep in mind that in order for Lance to be able to take the baby with him, baby would have to be Ransom’s….

Aurelia also made the comment if it was Ransom’s baby, she wouldn’t want it

Ransom closes the door to your room, wiping his hands around his mouth with a smirk as he starts to strut down the hall, his image glitching for a split second.  Only stopping when Andy meets him in the hall, and pushes him at his chest, “Where’s your minions?” Andy demands, but his eyes drift down to your doorway.

Bring Lightness Back

Summary: what if Lance took the baby

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings:  implied non con, kidnapping, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.6K

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“You wouldn’t have wanted my minions with me for this business,” Ransom gives him a smirk, cocking up an eyebrow.

“What are you talking about?”

“She is to become my future wife, Andrew.  I had to test it out,” growling, Andy shoves his brother up against the wall, and Ransom leans in closer to him.  “You can’t smell her?  I get now why you wanted to keep her from me.  Sweetest pussy I ever tasted.  She may look innocent but the way she rode my dick,” he chuckles when Andy smacks him across the face.  “Oh, have you not wondered why she’s been so tired lately?  Let me go,” Ransom pushes Andy off him before he continues his journey back, leaving Andy confused.

He runs his finger and thumb over his beard thinking for a moment.  Ransom was talking as if you were complicit in everything.  With a sigh he heads to your bedroom, seeing you tucked in bed asleep, but when the door closes you look up at him, “I thought you had work to do?”

“What?”

“We…did you come back for more?” You ask sitting up, letting the blanket drop from your chest.  They looked fuller since the last time he saw you.  He had too much business to attend to with his father, plus finding out more information on you, and it had kept him from you for far too long.  “You got a little rough, Andy.  Maybe something sweeter this time?” 

“Aurelia,” Andy pouts, his lip trembling.  “Baby,” he didn’t know if maybe it was best not to say anything.  You were naive in not realizing that it was in fact Ransom disguised as himself.  He didn’t know how his brother was doing it.  But he would be doing you a disservice if you knew.

“Let’s just take a nap.”

“Good, Andy, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” you smile, rubbing your hand over your stomach, “I’m with child.”

Stepping closer to you, Andy embraces you in his warm and gentle arms.  Kissing over your face.  “Take your clothes off, and let’s sleep,” you giggle, crawling back into the bed.  

——

You stare down at your giggling boy, your sweet little Alfred reaches his hands up towards you, and you give him a quick boop to his nose.  His mouth opens in wonder, and you look out of his bedroom window.  Thankful that he was Andy’s and Lance couldn’t take him from you.

“Mommy’s sweet boy, huh?” He squeals, those chubby cheeks jiggling in glee, and when you lean down to kiss him, he grabs at your ears to give you his own messy, drooling kiss.  He better be glad he was a sweet little thing, and looked like his father.  

You had noticed the feathers from Lance, so knew that he was visiting your son.  You often wondered what Lance would think of him.  Would he care about him the way that you did?  What did Lance plan on doing with your child anyways?  

Hearing a soft pound, you look up at your long lost friend, but don’t make a comment to him.  “I’ve come to collect the baby.”

“You can’t,” you say with utmost certainty, and when he reaches towards your son, you jerk away from him.  “He is my son!” 

“And we had a deal.”

“Exactly,” you chuckle, starting to walk around Lance.  Circling him as if he was your prey, and Lance laughs at the fact that you think you had him.  “Our deal was my first born child with Ransom.  Alfie is of Andy’s blood,” Lance tilts his head to the side, trying to reach out again.  “He’s not yours!”

Raising his hand above Alfred’s head, your little boy giggles, holding his hands up in anticipation.  Lance wiggles his fingers and golden sparkles fall down.  Alfred tries catching them, sneezing in the process, “He’s not Andy’s.”

“Yes, he is!  This is mine and…”

“He’s not,” he reaches towards him, trying to take him from you, touching on his skin, “If he was Andy’s, he would be protected from me trying to take him.  This is Ransom’s son.”

“No.  I never…I never laid down with Ransom.  I’ve only been with Andy.  You’re lying!” Another demon appears, and you walk backwards out of the room.  “Lance, what did you bring to me?”

“Give him the baby,” you shake your head no, holding onto Alfred tighter.  “Lance wasn’t the only one making deals,” twisting his hand back, he looks at his nails, feigning disinterest.  “Ransom made a few with me.  On more than one occasion it was to look like Andy.  Guess he wanted to feel that heat between your legs, considering your unfaithful ass is to be married to him.  That is Ransom’s son.”

“You’re lying!” 

“Lance, I’m tired of these games.  Take the baby,” he flies off, leaving you to beg and plead to Lance.  Sobbing how everyone was lying, and you didn’t want to lose your son.  Andy’s son.  He always treated Alfred like his own.  Held him while you slept.  

“Lance, don’t.  He’s mine and…”

“He’s Ransom’s.  Give me what you offered,” you shake your head no, screaming when he takes the baby from you anyways.  “I’m sorry, but this is the deal.  Your debt has been paid,” you see a bit of golden shine surround your baby's fingers as he screams up at Lance.  

“Lance, don’t!  He’s mine!  I carried him in my belly.  I pushed him out of my body.  You saw!  He’s mine please, don’t!” You scream as Lance flies out of your window, and you sink to the floor.  He took him.  Alfred was born of Ransom, but also of magic.  

Your eyes darken as you look out the window, and rise up off the floor.  Fists clenched by your side, you didn’t care that he was born of Ransom.  He was yours.

“What is he doing?” Lance asks as Alfred shakes his hand, that same golden glow surrounding his hands.  “Chase?”

“He’s a fucking halfbreed.”

“What?”

“Aurelia was born of magic.  Ransom had a spell on him, and every part of his body, including his cum.  Now we have this fucking mutt.  Not quite human and not quite fae,” Alfred screams with such a high pitch that Chase covers his ears.  “Halfbreed!”

“Mama!” He wails, making grabby hands towards the window, “Dada!” 

“You don’t even know who your father is, you twit!”

“Dada!” The glow surrounding his hands gets larger, and Lance places him down on the floor.  “Dada!”

“You are a mutt!”

“Dada!” 

“I should take him back, right?” Chase shouts no, looking at his brother, but Alfred was crawling steadily towards Chase.  Still growling out Dada as he moves closer to him.

“Get it away!”

“Dada!”

“Maybe you should quit taunting him, and admit that Andy is his father.”

“Ransom is that thing’s father.”

“Dada!” He sits up, shaking his fists, as the glow surrounds his body.  “My Dada!” He screams out as his glow bursts all around him.

“Andy!” You shout, looking towards the distance.  An odd golden glow shines around an area.  “That’s him.  That’s our baby.  He…I told you his hands were doing something weird.  That’s him.”

“Let’s go,” Andy pulls on Walter’s reins leading him to wherever the glow was coming from and the closer you get the more you hear your distressed son, but also Lance.

“I know,” he coos down at Alfred, his burst of golden whatever making it impossible for him to calm down.  “You did good though, look at Chase.  He’s out cold.”

“Dada!” The baby cries, his mouth in a permanent frown.  “My Dada!”

“When you calm down, I will take you back.  Your mom’s debt has been paid.  I took you, now I can return you.”

“Give her the baby,” Andy growls as he walks through the hideout’s entrance.  You walk closer to Lance, but he doesn’t resist.  Even smiles up at you.

“Dadadadadadadada!  My dada,” your baby claps his hands looking at Andy.  “My dada!” 

“Yes, darling,” you gleefully tell him, as Lance freely hands him over.  “That is your daddy.”

Lance gives Andy a deep bow, before kneeling down completely, “I pledge fealty to you, the one and true king of Palmona.  A debt has been paid, and the King’s illness has completely taken over.  Kind King Andrew, you will not reach him before he passes.  And you must know, your son, he’s extraordinary.”

“What are you talking about?” Andy demands to know, lowering his sword.

“Never trust faeries, My Lord.  Never make bargains with faeries.  You have been the only one in the castle that did not.  You are the true king.”

“You won’t hurt my wife and son?” Lance shakes his head no, but points over to Chase.  “I should kill him?”

“No, he’s slowly dying himself.  Becoming corrupt.  His heart, and veins are blackened as much as his soul.  He feeds off chaos, and he’s growing famished from the lack of chaos.  If you kill me, he lives.  If we join together, his death is inevitable.  Ransom has been keeping him fed and fat with chaos,” you give Lance a quick shake of your head.  You didn’t want Andy to think anything less of your precious baby.  He was Alfred’s father.

“Fine,” Andy completely sheaths his sword.  I don’t want to kill fae.  You are to be the guard for my son and wife.  And Together, we will bring lightness back to Palmona.”

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[pagesoflauren]

House of Stone (2/5)

professor!Andy Barber x student!single mom!reader

Premise: Spin-off/sequel to Wooden Façade; Settling into his new life as a bachelor, Andy is helping his brother Ari prepare for his wedding to their mother’s former nurse. Between wedding planning and teaching, you enter his life and your eccentric one-year-old daughter catches his attention.

Warnings: mentions of sudden death, divorce, familial conflicts, spousal conflicts, pregnancy, and Parkinson’s disease; Laurie Barber slander; teacher-student friendship; romantic/sexual tension; awkward and cringey moments; blindsiding siblings (Ari and Bunny are menaces to Andy); Andy wears glasses and is a hot professor

A/N: Important to note that the events of Defending Jacob do not occur before, during, or after this series. Andy and Laurie are divorced and Jacob lives with Laurie.

Thank you as always to @eightcevanscentral

Read Wooden Façade here

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Ivy settles in your lap, feeling the textured pages of the book you gave her about animals. She’s in a good mood today: gently turning the pages, sometimes babbling at you as she shows you the images, and leading your hand to touch the pages.

The venue is gorgeous; with a more intimate number of guests–you suspect there are maybe about fifty people here–and the temperature at a cozy level, you could enjoy the view of snow-capped trees as dusk began to fall. 

The officiant called everyone’s attention and invited them to silence any noise-making devices. Music began to play and you heard everyone murmuring and felt the air shift as their bodies turned to look at the head of the aisle. 

Your daughter steals your attention, showing you another page. 

“Yes, Ivy, that’s an elephant,” you whisper to her. “It has a long nose.” 

Tracing your finger down the length of the trunk, you smile when she mimics you. 

You hear people coo, turning your head as you see the groom walking down the aisle with his mother on his arm.

After sighing at the adorable visual, you squint your eyes a little. He looks like Professor Barber. 

You shake your head, rattling those thoughts away. Just because the semester was over didn’t mean you got a free pass to search for him in every face you saw–no matter how much you wanted to. 

As the past semester came to a close, it was harder and harder to concentrate in his class. There were a plethora of reasons why and you often didn’t like to count them because it sent you into a spiral. Plus, you operated on the idea that it was best to stick with the same professors as much as possible because it was better to stay on track with a consistent class structure and teaching style. 

And it’s not bad when the professor’s hot–

You huff to yourself; your thoughts were annoyingly intrusive. 

“If those who are able could please stand for the entrance of the bride.” 

You rearrange Ivy in your arms to support her as you rise to your feet, catching a glimpse of your friend as she practically floats down the aisle, her arm hooked with her father’s. 

Something clatters against your feet and you look down, sighing sharply at the view of Ivy’s book on the floor. She squirms in your arms and you tighten your grip to prevent her from falling and getting hurt. 

The officiant states that everyone can be seated and you’re relieved, practically dropping into your seat and setting your daughter on your lap facing you. You lean down to grab her book and hand it to her, only for her to push it away, babbling as the ceremony begins. 

You throw the book into your purse and notice she’s fussing a lot, so you turn her to face forward and suddenly she stops. 

Blinking dumbly, you crane your head to look at her face. Her eyes are locked on something, so you follow her visual line to find out what it is.

Turns out it’s not what, but rather whom. 

Professor Barber smiles and gives a short, small wave from where he stands at the altar next to the groom. Ivy giggles and waves back. 

Suddenly, it clicks. 

The groom looks like Professor Barber because that’s his brother, and your friend is marrying the brother.

You could feel stupid for not realizing it sooner–and you do–but you swear you saw the groom had a different last name when you looked at the invitation. 

Ivy giggles again and Professor Barber puts his pointer finger to his lips, signaling for her to be quiet. 

She presses her hands to her face, looks at you, then reaches for her book, the spine poking out of your purse. 

Retrieving it quickly, you hand it to her and she plays with it on her own. You sigh, feeling the nerves slowly dissipate and you look back at him. 

Your face heats up when you see he’s still looking at you. 

Thank you, you mouth. 

He winks at you and you avert your eyes to your daughter, looking down so that maybe he won’t see the giddy smile spreading across your face.

- - - - -

“I’m so glad you were able to come!” your friend greets you with her husband in tow. 

“Oh, hell yeah, I wouldn’t miss this for the world!” 

“And this is Ivy?!” she asks in disbelief. “I can’t believe it.” 

“This is her. Ivy, say hi!”

Your friend waves to her and coos when she waves back. Then, she introduces you to the groom. 

Ari shakes your hand. “So how do you two know each other again?” 

“I was in the law program and she was in the nursing program at Boston U, and I came into the library to study and there weren’t any open tables. I circled around, I don’t know, maybe three times before she just pulled out the chair next to her and offered it to me.”

“She was really good at keeping me on task,” your friend adds.

“No, but you know what the best part was?”

“Oh my god, don’t tell him–”

“Don’t tell me what?”

“While we were studying, just in the thick of it, she just reaches into her bag and takes out this Halloween-sized bag of Twix and starts eating it!”

Your friend facepalms and Ari shakes his head. “So I see that’s a long-standing habit of yours, then.” 

“What do you mean?”

“I catch her eating Twix at least three times a day but I never know where her stash is. And I built the house we live in.” He smiles at her fondly as he continues to feign disapproval, “She’s just too sneaky.” 

He leans her forehead against hers, then your friend looks back at you. 

“I remember being so worried the first day you didn’t come to the library. Then it had occurred to me that we didn’t have each other’s numbers. But, Ari, get this–I go into my clinical rotation one day at the hospital in Labor & Delivery and I get called into a room and she’s in there about to give birth to this one!” 

Ari smiles, bewildered at the coincidence. 

You laugh, recalling that day so vividly. 

You were alone, a swarm of medical professionals running around, coming in and out of the room. Not a familiar face in sight and no one to share this moment with you. Then, suddenly, someone called your name from the door and you opened your eyes. 

Donned in scrubs, a hairnet, and a face mask, you didn’t recognize the person at first. Then, she pulled down her mask and revealed your study buddy. 

“I never thought I’d see you again!” she said. “There are policies in place to protect patient privacy and it’s a very delicate time for you. This is my assignment but since we know each other, if you’re not okay with me seeing you like this, then I can leave and get someone else. Do you want me to do that?” 

You shook your head and reached for her. She took your hand. 

“Please stay with me,” you begged as another contraction rolled through your body. 

She squeezed your hand and moved some hair out of your face. 

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” 

“I caught Ivy when she popped out,” she says, placing her hand over her heart. “I can’t believe how big she is.” 

“Do you want to hold her?” you offer.

“Oh yes, please–”

Another woman approaches, telling the couple it’s time to start dinner. 

You can see both of them deflate a little, but your friend touches your arm.

“I’ll come find you afterward, I can’t wait to hold her!”

- - -

You and Ivy are placed at a table with another young couple who adore her. They take turns entertaining her so you can have moments to eat and sometimes she even allows them to feed her. 

As the meal comes to a close, you hear the light sound of metal against glass, drawing your and everyone else’s attention to the front of the room where the bride, groom, and their families are sitting with the exception of Professor Barber.

He lowers his glass and taps the microphone, hearing the feedback from the speakers before leaning forward to speak.

“Hi everyone,” he begins. “Uh, for those of you who don’t know me, I’m Andy, Ari’s older brother, and best man–”

“And my son!” 

“And Marcella’s son,” he tacks on. Then, he clears his throat. “Uh, anyway, the bride and groom have asked me to say a few words, so here I am.” 

You tilt your head. This is a strange side of him. He exudes confidence in a lecture hall–he has to, he’s the authority in the room. He stands tall and speaks with certainty in front of dozens of students. You’re certain his most crowded class has the same number of students as guests in this reception room. 

But here, he looks bashful. One hand in his pocket and another holding a folded piece of paper, which you assume is his speech. He stumbles over words and steals glances at his family, then his eyes scan over everyone until they land on you. 

He holds your gaze for a moment, broken when Ivy begins to whine and slap her hands against the table. You turn to her, wondering if she’s hungry but knowing she finished eating minutes ago. You try to give her her sippy cup but she pushes it away. 

A hand lands on your shoulder and you look up, the angle of your professor looking down at you as he assesses the situation feeling familiar. Just a month ago, this happened during his lecture. 

“Is she okay?” 

“Yeah,” you nod, “I just don’t know–”

Ivy reaches for him and he unbuckles the straps in the high chair, picking her up and settling her on his arm. 

You’re mortified. He doesn’t look like he minds, but during a lecture is one thing. During your friend’s wedding reception while he’s meant to give a speech is another. 

“Wait–”

“It’s okay, I can hold her.” 

You look at your friend, but she and the groom are whispering to each other.

Andy returns to his position behind the microphone. “Sorry folks. Now, where was I?”

“You said you were about to stop ad-libbing and start your actual speech,” Ari jabs, to which your friend responds with a light smack on his shoulder. “What? We don’t have all night.” 

The room erupts in laughter and Ivy joins in, her giggle echoing into the microphone. People coo and you press your hand to your chest. 

“Right, do you mind unfolding this?” 

Professor Barber–Andy? Can you call him that?--hands your friend the paper and she opens it up for him before giving it back. 

“Growing up with Ari gave me a lot of time to get to know him as a person. He was always more serious and apprehensive about things. He’s shy and stubborn, but loyal as hell. He feels things so deeply and intensely that I can’t help but feel protective over him because I don’t want him to be upset. 

“When I was seventeen, I had to leave home. I could tell as we got older that he started taking on so many responsibilities–more than I would’ve liked him to do. So, I hired a nurse. Ari was extremely happy about that.” 

Your friend laughs and Ari facepalms.

Andy uses the interlude to adjust Ivy, hiking her up slightly so that he can stand more comfortably with her.

“And I think Mama fell in with her faster than Ari did.”

The room erupts in laughter and your friend looks fondly at her mother-in-law, reaching for her over her husband. She squeezes her hand once before turning her attention back to Andy. 

“I’ve learned so much about life and love from the two of you, which feels wrong–I’m the older brother you should be learning from me.” 

Ari mumbles something to your friend and you can make out a faint, “Oh–Ari!” before she smacks him on his shoulder again.

Andy looks at them expectantly with raised eyebrows, Ivy following his line of vision as he clears his throat. “May I continue?” 

The younger brother gestures toward him with an open hand, giving him the floor. 

“As I was saying…in all seriousness you both taught me when it’s real deep love, that time–it could be years or just months–doesn’t really matter. When you know you know and I know you,” he looks directly at your friend, “are too good for my brother.

“I couldn’t be happier for my brother and can’t imagine him with anyone else. I know you two will be so happy together. So, if everyone would please join me in raising a glass.” 

He puts down the paper and picks up his glass. 

“To the bride and groom. Cheers!”

Everyone echoes before taking a sip and applauding. 

Your friend and Ari talk to Andy for a few moments, occasionally waving and speaking to Ivy as well before he excuses himself, gesturing in your direction. You stand as he approaches you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “I’m so sorry, I–”

“It’s okay,” he says with a smile, beginning to sway. “Old habits die hard.” 

No words come to you, so you just watch the two of them. She babbles at him, and he replies in earnest. They talk back and forth until she mumbles something that sounds like a real question. 

“Your name,” you translate her babbling. Andy looks at you, his gaze stealing your breath. “She…She wants to know your name.” 

“Oh, do you?” he asks her, keeping his voice light. “It’s Andy.” 

“Dah-dee.” 

Your stomach drops to the floor. It sounds too much like “daddy” and you want the ground to swallow you up. 

He doesn’t seem to pay attention to her error. “Oh, good try, Ivy,” he reassures her, then says his name again, enunciating the sounds clearly. “Andy.”

“Deedee.”

He laughs, bouncing her. “Good job.” 

They giggle together, making your heart squeeze. You love that they seem to enjoy each other’s company; Ivy knows how to be comfortable with him and he knows how to keep her entertained. 

When Andy looks at you, he begins to apologize.

“No, no, you don’t have to apologize,” you rush, putting your hands up in a gesture to show that there’s absolutely nothing wrong at the moment. “Don’t let me interrupt you two.” 

“Well as much as I love having her,” he starts, pausing to press his forehead against her as she giggles. “I should probably hand her off. I think they’re gonna cut the cake in a minute.” 

You reach for her and you can sense reluctance on Ivy’s part to come back to you. 

Andy lingers for a moment before excusing himself to stand with his mom at the cake table where the bride and groom stand. They hold the knife together, pressing down as a camera flashes to capture the moment. 

Your friend takes over, continuing to cut a piece and plate it. Everyone coos as Ari uses a fork to feed his wife, while your friend uses her hand to scoop a piece and press it into his face. 

The room erupts in laughter, an uproar that only grows louder when he retaliates by grabbing her face and kissing her. 

The camera flashes wildly and in the flash, you see Troy’s face in place of Ari. You feel your body weaken again for the life you could have had but never got the chance to live. 

Finding your seat, you try to keep it together, relieved as people seem to move in the direction of the other side of the room to retrieve a piece of cake for themselves. The room quiets down and the sting behind your eyes begins to dissipate, the drone of overlapping conversations turning to white noise and you calm down. 

You place Ivy back into the high chair, strapping her in. There’s a certain look in her eyes that reminds you of Troy. Craning your head low, you search for it, trying to catch a glimpse of him again, just once before you continue with the evening. 

She lights up and you see it, then a familiar voice comes from above.

“Cake?” 

A plate is set down in front of you and you look up to find Andy once again. 

“You alright?”

“Yes, of course,” you sigh, sniffing once and composing yourself. “Thank you for the cake.”

He sits down in a seat across from you, next to Ivy. “You’re welcome. But I don’t think you were telling me the truth when you said you’re alright.” 

You smile inwardly. “Guess you didn’t get the position of being DA for nothing.”

He humors you, the corner of his mouth twitching up just slightly.

“I just…I had a moment. Um, about Ivy’s dad.” You purse your lips and shake your head quickly. “But it’s nothing that needs to be talked about. At least not here. It’s a happy occasion.” 

Ivy coos and reaches for the cake, making you both look at her. You quickly cut a small piece and bring it to her, smiling as she chews contently. She looks at you, then at the cake for more. 

As you feed her and sneak some bites in yourself, Andy speaks again. “For what it’s worth, I had a moment, too.” 

You look at him, trying to dissect his words and then you remember what he told you last semester about the situation with his son. 

It’s complicated.

Divorce, maybe? A messy one? 

Knowing better than to ask for more information, you decide to divert the subject a little. “Well, you’re welcome to stay here with us. You know what they say, ‘misery loves company.’”

Ivy gives an exaggerated “mmmm” and claps her hands. “Muh, muh, muh,” she babbles. 

“More?” you ask with a smile, then feed her another bite. “Okay, mommy will give you more.” 

“Hard to be miserable with this one around,” Andy grins, beginning to dig into his own cake. 

“Oh give it a second when she gets cranky,” you laugh. “She’ll make everyone miserable.” 

He laughs and you spare a glance at him. 

Your impression of this man was so one-sided. A man in the middle of a lecture hall, spewing information about practicing law and children’s rights. He always looked so prim and proper, shirts perfectly pressed and jackets nicely tailored. No buttons out of place and ties tightly knotted around his collar. He stands straight and proud, his voice projected with authority. 

Sitting across from you, his tie is discarded somewhere and the first two buttons of his collar are undone. There are a few wrinkles on his shirt now and he hunches over the table, chowing down on his dessert. 

As nice as he looks while teaching, you think you like this side of him more. 

“Muh,” Ivy calls to you.

“Oh, more,” you say, remembering where you are. You feed her another piece of cake and she looks at Andy before saying, “Mmm!”

He echoes it back to her and she swallows before giggling, her eyes lighting up and she looks back at you.

Your heart stops. 

The glint, the shine of joy that brightens her entire face.

That’s Troy. 

Your thoughts come down on you like a waterfall. Friends had often teased you for looking too deeply into things, finding connections in places where there were no connections other than the fabricated ones in your head. You tied ideas of people to animals, objects, and, sometimes, celebrities and other people. 

You attached your aunt to monarch butterflies and your cousin to gingerbread cookies. You found Ivy in crawling plants, the vines that wrap around buildings, shrouding them in a protective layer. 

In so many ways, Ivy saved you from debilitating grief that you would have never recovered from. 

And, of course, you found Troy in Ivy. In the very same smile she’s giving you now. 

In your crazy, strange way of thinking, you can’t help but wonder if Troy is trying to say something to you. And if he was, what was he telling you?

You decide not to dwell on it. You enjoy sharing this moment with Ivy.

…and Andy.

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The party is in full swing, music loud and colored lights shining around the room. After the first dance, you and Ivy retreated back to the dining area where the music wasn’t as loud. 

“There you are!” your friend calls to you. 

You sigh again at the sight of her in your dress; she looks beautiful.

You tell her so, and she gushes about you and Ivy again. 

“Can I have a turn, please?” she asks, opening her arms. 

“Of course!” 

Ivy goes to her easily and you linger a moment to make sure she’s okay.

“Do you want to go dance?”

“Oh, no, I’m good here.”

“I think you should!” she insists. “Please, she’ll be fine. I’ll come get you if anything goes wrong.”

Your eyes drift over to the dance area, figuring it’s a good crowd to dance with.

“One song. And then I’ll come right back.”

“One song is more than enough,” your friend grins. “I just want you to take a small break!” 

It feels strange to walk away from Ivy, and you steal a glance right before passing the doorframe. She’s not even looking after you, just at your glowing friend and the details on the bodice of her dress.  

The music engulfs you, bass making the floor beneath your shoes vibrate as lyrics blast in your ear. 

The lights are flashing quickly as you look for a place to stand and enjoy this moment before you return to Ivy. 

One song ends and a new one begins, a slow one with an ethereal echo and guitar melody. The lights slow down, changing colors at a slower pace than before. 

Couples begin to pair up, reaching for each other and clinging closely. 

You lean back into the wall, smiling as you watch. 

As your eyes glide over everyone, they land on Andy, who begins to walk towards you. 

“May I?” he asks, offering a hand. 

You look around. You have a lot of reasons to say “no”, the main one being he’s your professor. 

But you have one reason to say “yes.” 

Taking his hand, you let him lead you to the edge of the dance floor. He holds your one hand tightly, wrapping his other arm around your body, hand resting on the center of your back. 

You place your other hand on his shoulder, trying not to put too much pressure on it but also trying to not look tense. Your throat feels clogged up, your ability to breathe slowly disappearing as your nerves ignite. 

“You’re thinking too much.”

“Huh?”

Andy gives you a smug look, eyebrows raised and the corner of his lip quirked up. “You have that same look when you’re about to raise your hand to ask a question in class. What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” you answer a little too quickly. Then you add, “Nothing important, at least.” 

“You sure?” 

You panic. There is absolutely no way you can tell him what you’re actually thinking about, especially with the way your mind is running after he revealed that he knows what you look like when you’re thinking. 

How has he retained that information? That can’t be appropriate–knowing the facial expressions of your students? Maybe that just makes him a good teacher–good God, say something! You’re being quiet for too long!

“I was just wondering how I did last semester,” you blurt. “A good GPA looks good on resumes, you know.” 

His face scrunches up. “Maybe…let’s not talk about the university right now?”

Your eyes dart around, trying to think of a question that can salvage this conversation. The colored lights swirl and grab your attention.

“What’s your favorite color?” 

The question seems to catch him off-guard, but he answers nonetheless. “Blue.”

“Oh,” you laugh nervously. “That makes sense, you wear a lot of blue often. Jackets, ties, shirts…” you begin to ramble. “I wouldn’t be surprised if your socks or underwear were blue, too.” 

Oh my god, why did I say that?

“I–”

“What about you?” he deflects.

You stammer, forgetting the most basic answer to the most basic question in the world. You’re certain Ivy could answer it but right now, you can’t.

When you finally blurt it out, he doesn’t seem to pay much attention to the length of time it took you to answer. 

He pivots the conversation, “What made you go into law?” 

Your eyes look distant, thoughtful. Not searching, like you’re trying to think of an explanation on the spot, but rather organizing your ideas into something coherent. 

“I think I just want people to stop thinking in black and white,” you start. “I’ve been…so screwed over by these ideas that things are absolute and when you’re right, you’re right, or when you’re wrong, you’re wrong. That’s just not always true. I just think if people were given chances or had advocates then maybe things would be better.” 

You sigh. “I wonder if things would be better for me and Ivy.” 

His heart aches at the look in your eyes. He can see sadness and some longing, and though he doesn’t want to pry, he can’t help the desire to hear you talk more. 

“Was Ivy part of your decision?”

“No,” you shake your head. “I decided I wanted to be a lawyer when I was in high school. Mostly because I began to question the institutions I was raised in. When I told my mother I wanted to be a family lawyer and she asked if I would be working with divorcees, she wasn’t very supportive of that; she doesn’t believe in divorce.”

You purse your lips guiltily. “I guess I shouldn’t be talking about divorce at a wedding.”

Andy smiles; he forgot where he was while listening to you speak. “I won’t tell anyone,” he whispers, leaning in slightly. 

You return his smile, eyes drifting down for a split second before looking back into his. 

Swallowing visibly, your heart races at how close he is. A few more inches…if you stood on your toes…

A sharp wail from outside catches your attention, motherly instincts kicking in and forcing your head to turn so quickly you nearly get whiplash. 

“Oh,” you gasp, stepping back and beginning to walk towards the sound. You turn and look at Andy again. “I’m sorry, I think it’s–”

“Don’t worry, do what you have to do,” he waves you off. 

You don’t look back as you rush out, finding your friend admonishing her husband whose cheeks are redder than the cherries garnishing drinks. 

“What happened?”

“Ari tried to make silly faces at her. He terrified her instead,” she explains, her tone sharp, wounding her husband as she throws him under the bus.

“I’m sorry, she was laughing with me earlier,” he says quickly. “I was spinning her, and she–”

You close your eyes, relieved it was just a man making funny faces and not anyone getting hurt. 

“It’s alright,” you sigh, taking your daughter as she dives into your arms, too eager to be away from your friend and the man who made her cry. “At least everyone’s okay.” 

You begin to bounce her, swaying and wiping her tears to soothe her. She leans her head against your shoulder, body growing heavier as sleep settles over her eyes. 

“I think it’s time for us to go,” you sigh, looking at the couple. 

Your friend pouts. “I’m sorry, we cut your night short,” she elbows her husband.

“She does fine with Andy! We have the same face, I thought she’d like it!”

“Ari,” you laugh, “it’s okay, really. It was probably just the time of the night as well. She gets grumpy when she’s sleepy–we all do.” 

“Everything okay?” Andy asks, stepping towards the group of you with his hands in his pockets.

You nod. “I was just heading out, though. Looks like this one is all partied out.” 

You adjust her on your hip, making sure your hold on her is secure before you turn to your friend. “Thank you for inviting us.”

She embraces you tightly, seeming to have a hard time letting go. “Don’t be a stranger. If I ever find myself in Boston, I’m calling you and we’re getting dinner. Or you’re welcome to visit us, too.” 

Your heart squeezes at her hospitality. “I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done–”

She holds you at arm’s length. “You don’t have to; you’re my friend. And I’ll hold your legs open for the next one.”

The two of you laugh as the brothers exchange a curious look. 

“Ari,” you turn to hug him, “Be well. Which will be easy, you chose a good wife.” 

“Mama reminds me every day,” he agrees, looking at her. His eyes drift down to you again. “I hope to see you both soon.” 

You squeeze his arm and thank him. 

“Professor Barb–Andy,” you shake your head. “It was good seeing you.”

“Good seeing you, too,” he echoes. “Do you need any help on the way out?”

“Oh, no, we’ll be just fine,” you reassure him. 

“Are you sure? I don’t mind–”

“Really, Andy, I think you should stay here,” you smile. “I couldn’t take you away from a beautiful reception like this one.”

“It wouldn’t be a problem,” he insists.

You sigh, and his chest feels light with hope that you’ll accept his help. “Thank you, but it’s not necessary.” 

You gather your things, and they all watch as you shuffle around, moving Ivy from one arm to another with expertise as you put on your coat without ever needing to put her down. 

Waving goodbye, you open the door and disappear into the winter. 

“You need to practice your flirting,” Ari mutters.

Andy throws him a look.

“I’m just saying, you reeked of desperation at the end there.” 

Rolling his eyes, the older man knocks his brother on the arm. 

“Alright, enough the both of you,” his sister-in-law says sternly. “It’s my goddamn wedding, behave yourselves.” Her face softens, then she looks at him, eyes hopeful. “How was your dance with her? I was trying to get the timing right between that really upbeat song and the slow song.”

“I knew you were up to something,” Andy laughs, wagging a finger at her. 

“Wait, what?” Ari asks, “You requested that song on purpose?”

She smirks, waggling her eyebrows at Ari before looking back at Andy, waiting for his answer.

He nods, “The dance was good.”

Looking at the door again, he wonders if he concentrates hard enough, maybe Ivy will wake up and you’ll come back, smiling and bouncing her on your hip, ready to finish the night. 

“It was just too short.” 

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3rd 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉

ft cop boyfriend steve rogers x girlfriend reader.

dry humping and praising

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5th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒷𝑒𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 

ft jock jake wyler x naive reader.

glory hole and corruption/innocence

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voyeurism

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face-fucking and cum eating

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🌷𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 2🌷:

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10th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝒶𝓏𝑒𝒹 

ft tutor jake jensen x student reader.

cream pie and breeding kink

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12th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 

ft step-dad johnny storm x step-daughter reader.

exhibitionism

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ft neighbour lloyd hansen x neighbour reader.

dubcon

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16th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 

ft boyfriend chris evans and his best friend sebastian stan x girlfriend reader.

sharing kink and cuckolding

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🍄𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 3🍄:

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17th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓅𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁 

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spanking and being recorded

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ft best friend’s brother curtis everett x inexperienced reader.

somnophilia

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ft coach lance tucker x assistant coach reader.

overstimulation and semi-public sex

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ft doctor steve kemp x patient reader.

dacryphilia and knife kink

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💗𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 4💗:

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24th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎𝒹𝑜𝓁𝓁 

ft boss bucky barnes x co-worker reader.

fingerfucking

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26th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 

ft caregiver frank adler x babysitter reader.

cockwarming

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28th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓎 

ft lawyer andy barber x naive reader.

daddy kink and thigh riding

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30th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒 

ft were-bear ari levinson x fairy reader.

monsterfucking, public sex and sex pollen

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31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓌𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 

ft daddies ari levinson, nomad steve rogers, curtis everett. their best friends bucky barnes and andy barber and reader’s teacher jake jensen x little student reader.

group sex, begging, voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sir kink, semi-public sex, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, sharing kink, cum eating, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, nipple play, spit kink, hair pulling, squirting, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cuckolding, aftercare, being recorded and teasing

this fic is dedicated to @junipermuses without her, it wouldn’t exist💗

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31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 2 - 𝓁𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen and his best friend johnny storm x naive reader.

voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, aftercare, exhibitionism and teasing

also this one @junipermuses 💗

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31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 3 - 𝒶𝓅𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓉𝑒

ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen, his best friend johnny storm, neighbours ari levinson, andy barber and their brothers curtis everett and frank adler x naive reader.

voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, cuckolding, fingerfucking, group sex, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cum eating, aftercare, teasing, spit kink, semi-public sex, begging and exhibitionism

and this being part 2 of lavender dreams, dedicated to @junipermuses 💗

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Ari Levinson Masterlist

Brat Taming - a/b/o polyamory, a/b/o, courting dates, omega!Jake Jensen

Come Hell Or Highwater - ex-navy seal!Ari x reader x ex-navy seal!Steve Rogers x Andy Barber, triplets with reader, witness protection program

Here’s Your Perfect — historical au, silverfox!Ari Levinson x reader x silverfox!Bucky Barnes, mercenary!Bucky, landowner!Ari

Higher Love - professor!Ari Levinson x student!Reader, hockeycoach!Ari Levinson x figureskater!Reader, a/b/o, age gap, professor/student

Like My Father - a/b/o au, mob au, mob boss!omega!Reader, polyamory

Like No One Does - ceo!Ari Levinson, best friend’s brother

Love On the Brain - a/b/o, a/b/o polyamory, polyamory

More Hearts Than Mine — triplets au, university au

Once Bitten, Twice Shy - mob au, mob!Ari x reader x mob!Bucky, childhood friends turned lovers, meet cute

Sugar & Spice - ceo!Ari Levinson, sugar baby au, older ari & younger reader

Ring Of Fire - Steve Rogers x reader x Ari Levinson, divorced au, Bucky Barnes is bad

Taste Of Honey - werebear!Ari Levinson, monster au

Thick Thighs Save Lives - reverse harem au, cowboy au, university au