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barneswinchester · 3 months

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MCU Masterlist III

as always, I don't own any of these, they're just my absolute favourites.

mcu masterlist I

mcu masterlist II

Bucky Barnes

SMUT 👅

drabble

look at me

bad date

welcome back

ride

on his knees

wake up bj

a taste of submission

a good plowin

bliss

printesa mea

somnophilia

languages of love

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

protective

purgatory

grouch

his safe place

night terrors

my babydoll

sensitive

safe with me

Steve Rogers

SMUT 👅

the game

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

my love is winter

the game

every step of the way

Stucky

SMUT 👅

feral

heat of the moment

a sweet treat

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

initials

I'm pregnant, not dying

brave new world

happy ending

last hope part two

Andy Barber

SMUT 👅

anonymous

Ari Levinson

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

you said I was your favourite

SMUT 👅

forget everything

Loki

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

bad dreams

Lee Bodecker

SMUT 👅

persuasion

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navybrat817 · 7 months

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Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love and thanks to you lovelies for the support. 🧡

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#mafia!andy barber #mafia!Andy Barber x reader #sugar daddy!Andy Barber #sugar daddy!Andy Barber x reader #mob!sugar daddy!Andy Barber #mafia!sugar daddy!Andy Barber

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sstan-hoe · 1 year

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◇ 𝒊𝒊𝒊. 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝑨 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 ◇

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — mob!andy barber × fem!reader × mob!lloyd hansen

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — they wanted you, they enjoyed the hunt just as much as you enjoyed being chased. You didn't make it easy for them but it only prepared you that life with them wouldn't be easy.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT (at the end), violence, allusion murder, oral (f receiving) tongue fucking (at the end), heavy make out sessions, no p in v

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — reblog, comment and follow | what do we think? I'm loving those four honestly, this chapter? a fucking pain in the ass, it took so long and instead of the p in v you only get oral. Well you gotta wait till 4th chapter

𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹

Lloyd circled the man bound to the chair, he had several cuts in his knees and a cloth stuffed into his mouth. Two broad men stood by the door, preventing the man bound with ropes from escaping.

His rage about to boil over, a glare on his face as gripped the man’s throat. “You dare to ambush my girl, you think you have the right to scare her?” Lloyd flicked his knife into the thigh of his victim who’s scream was muffled through the cloth.

“What’s your plan huh? I know there is more,” something about this man felt familiar to Lloyd but he couldn’t quite place it.

“You two, try to get something out of him while I tend to my girl,” he instructed the two men at the door who nodded. The blonde opened the door for his boss while the brunette strode over to the bounded man.

He walked back to you and Andy. As he opened the door the sight in front of him almost had him on his knees.

Your head laid on Andy’s lap, your eyes closed while his fingers threaded through your hair and Alf laid on the other side of Andy. You looked so peaceful and comfortable.

Lloyd stepped inside with a soft smile, “how’s she doing?” he asked and sat himself next to Alf who lifted his head and turned his body towards the mob boss. “Better, she cried and then fell asleep,” Andy told him with a worried expression.

“I think there is more behind this man, stalking her for weeks? There has to be more,” Lloyd said leaning back against the couch.

Andy nodded along, agreeing with him. It was weird, they had to find out if it was only him and who the man was. “I don’t want her to be alone…what if there is actually someone bigger and they send someone else?”

The worries that Andy brought up were justified, but how would they tell you? “I don’t think she would feel okay to live with us,” Lloyd had a point, however they couldn’t think of another solution at the moment.

“She won’t, but what else can we do?” Andy was just as desperate as Lloyd and all they wanted was to protect you.

“We should wake her,” he added with a sigh, wanting everything but to wake you, you looked too beautiful.

Lloyd stroked your cheek gently, whispering into your ear, “sunshine, wake up, come on….” A soft hum left your lips, and a yawn escaped you, slowly your consciousness came back, and you began noticing your surroundings.

Slowly lifting your head, you saw Andy and Lloyd looking at you, rubbing your eyes it didn’t take a second before you had a wet nose against your cheek.

“Alf,” you giggled and stroked through his fur, he wiggled his tail excitingly. Sitting up you felt a hand wrapped around your waist which belonged to Andy, “how are you feeling?” he instantly asked.

“Better, did you catch the guy?” you came right to the point. This could finally be the end of all the nights you spend in bed paranoid he would break in and do horrible things.

“We did, but it’s more guys than you might think,” Lloyd said, and your eyes widened in shock, fright washing over your face at his reveal. Behind you Andy groaned annoyed, slapping his hand against his forehead.

“Way to go Lloyd,” he muttered with a sigh. There was no easy way to tell you this, but this isn’t how it should have been done.

Fear took over your body, goosebumps running down your neck. There was more, there were more, how could this happen? Why were they after you, why you? Out of instinct you stood up and walked towards to the door, Alf immediately followed you.

Alf pushed his body in front of you to stop you from leaving, “no, no, Alf if there are more I have to go. I can’t be here, I need to leave, if they come,” your breath quickened and a tight feeling spread through your chest, “I can’t breathe, I can’t-.”

Two strong arms closed around you and a familiar scent reached your nose, Lloyd. “You’re save, I promise sunshine,” he whispered against your shaking body.

Gently and slowly, he guided you back to the sitting area, he moved you to sit first, “now lay down, on Andy’s lap with your head and feet on up,” he instructed. Your breathing became shorter as the tightening in your chest closed.

“Blacks, come here,” Lloyd patted the spot next to you, Alf followed the ask and sat in front of you. The sight of you panting and feeling bad made him sad, he didn’t want you to be in pain.

Andy followed his partners actions and realised what he was doing, like before his fingers began stroking through your hair. Alone this action had you calming down a little, not as much as you wanted, but it helped.

“Lay your head on her chest blacks,” the mob boss guided the dog’s head towards you who obeyed his wish.

With Alf’s head in your chest the breathing became easier, your hand found his head which you scratched. It calmed down your nerves and you were able to take normal breaths while the tightening slowly vanished.

It felt like magic, your body calmed, your mind calmed, everything calmed. However, the scary thoughts were still present, and you had no idea how to make them leave.

“What happened,” the past ten minutes felt like a blur. “You had small panic attack,” Andy explained, his fingers combing through your loose hair.

A panic attack? You never had one before or thought one would feel like this. Everything was too much, and you needed a break, a safe space. You tried thinking about a place however nothing came up that made sense to you.

Wanda lived with her husband together and as much as you loved her, they fucked like rabbits. Besides the red head you had no other friends which never worried you before, would have come in handy now knowing more people.

You couldn’t go back to your own flat, if Lloyd was right – which he very much could be – then they knew where you lived. Was there even a place you could go?

“Darling, we don’t think you can go back to your flat,” Andy words came right out of your mind, his tone sincere while he never stopped touching you. The feeling of his rough yet gentle hands cooling your nerves.

“Then where should I go, huh?” your voice was dry, you couldn’t understand why all of this was happening to you.

Your eyes found Lloyd’s who’s gaze was on Andy, you couldn’t see his expression however it clicked in your mind. Instantly you sat up, accidentally pushing Alf back before glaring at both men.

“No, no, no, fuck no! Who knows what you two do when you’re alone?” Was this some kind of movie? A book? Something completely fictional? This would be the most stupid idea you ever heard.

Alf put his paw on your shoulder and looked at you with his puppy dog eyes, “not you too, Alf we can’t…we barley know them,” he whimpered in response which had you shaking your head, “I know I wanted to go on a date with them but that doesn’t mean I’ll move in with them,” you explained.

Lloyd’s head snapped towards you at the last words, hope blooming in his stomach. “You wanted to say yes?” his eyes sparkled like the stars in the night sky.

The question pulled you from your conversation with Alf, at a lose of words no tone came from your lips.

Suddenly Lloyd kneeled in front of you and took your hands in his, “you wanted to accept even though the lines were complete trash?” A small smile adorned your lips, Lloyd’s reaction was adorable.

“Yeah, they were trash, but I guess it did work,” you admitted.

Internally Lloyd was beaming and when he met Andy’s eyes the bearded man wore a proud smile, they shared a silent conversation.

“It will be the best date you’ve ever had, darling,” Andy promised, his eyes meeting yours and the need to kiss him erupted in your stomach again. Now you were able to really see them, they showed you that they weren’t just assholes – well Lloyd showed it to you.

They were gentle, sweet and caring, add to that they liked Alf and he liked them. This meant the world to you.

Alf nudged your side with big eyes, you knew exactly what he wanted. “Fine, I will live with you but I want my own room, we have to get my stuff from my flat and you two don’t try any funny business. Clear?” you looked at them expectingly.

“Crystal,” they said unison, without wasting another second, they stood up and motioned you to follow them. First stop, your flat.

It was quite a lot you took from your home, Alf things overtook 40 % while the rest were all kinds of clothes, shoes and some blankets as well as a pillow. You needed something that reminded you of your home when you would be in this new environment.

Andy and Lloyd helped you with everything and even animated you to take more, but you feared that it would be too much after all it was still a mystery how big the room was.

The drive to their house from yours wasn’t a short one and had you wondering if they drove to your café this long way every Wednesday just to see you.

Lloyd was driving and stopped in front of a big ass house, your mouth fell open at the sight of the beautiful house, no scratch that. It was a fucking mansion. Then it downed on you, of course that would have such a big house.

Once inside you couldn’t stop admiring the beautiful interior design, it looked modern yet had a vintage touch.

You followed the two with Alf who wiggled his tail, both men stopped and Andy opened an oak door to reveal the bedroom in which you could sleep for now. Two different men came up behind you and brought your stuff along with Alf’s.

“You have your own bathroom and closet right here, if you need us we’re right across from you. Good night, darling,” he held your waist as he kissed your cheek. Your cheeks warming up.

Next was Lloyd, “good night, sunshine,” he went to kiss your cheek but you laid your hand on his cheek and guided him to your lips. To say Lloyd was surprised would be an understatement, however he didn’t waste a second to kiss you back.

You expected his lips to be rough, but they were as soft as a pillow. He moved his lips over yours as his tongue licked along your bottom lip asking to be invited in.

The way he kissed you made you want more of him, a burning fire lit inside your body. It took everything in you to pull away.

You panted heavily, your lips swollen and lightly red. Lloyd didn’t know what to say, he was flabbergasted, “sunshine…,” “I kissed Andy in the restaurant, I didn’t want you to feel left out and maybe I really wanted to kiss you,” your head hung low, a bit embarrassed to admit this.

“Desperatly,” he suddenly said with a smirk. Your eyes snapped up, taken back by his statement, “what?” “you wanted to kiss me desperately, you kissed me as if you were starving,” there he was again, the cocky Lloyd.

“You think so? I kissed you as if I was starving?” you stepped closer to him, “then you better feed me enough, don’t want me feeling bad…,” he still towered over you, but that didn’t stop you from teasing him.

You snaked your arms around his neck, nose to nose with him now. “You would like that wouldn’t you…feeding me with your…,” you never finished the sentence, instead you pushed him out of the room where Andy was already waiting. “Good night,” were your last words to him before closing the door in his face.

“Your dick is hard,” Andy stated as he slipped his hand into his dress pants pockets with a sigh. The sight the played out aroused him too, you and Lloyd together was something he dreamed of.

“Rock hard,” Lloyd agreed while grimacing, you would pay for that later. “Want me to help ya out?” Andy lifted his brow he could need some help himself. With a strained nod Lloyd agreed and walked towards their bedroom, Andy followed suit with a chuckle.

Inside the room you laid in bed with Alf cuddled up against you, “what did we get ourself into huh Alfi?” you whispered while leaning your forhead against his.

It didn’t take long before your eyes fell shut, too exhausted from today to keep going. It felt good finally being able to rest without having to fear anything, just laying there and relax your muscles.

The night went by faster than you’d liked, a wet nose nudged yours before a tongue licked over your face having you giggling.

You tried pushing Alf back, but he kept coming back, “okay, okay, I’m gonna get up,” at those words the black dog jumped up towards the door.

Huffing you opened the door for him knowing he would be on his way to find Lloyd and Andy. You found it truly remarkable how much he liked them, throwing on a sweatshirt along with pants your first finished your normal morning routine.

As you saw yourself in the mirror everything that happened in the 24 hours began to rewind in your mind. What were you doing here? You couldn’t stay here, what if all of this is a trap to get you to like them? You couldn’t go out there…but then they would come to you meaning there was no way out.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to go after Alf, you put on the confidence and buried the fear deep inside.

From downstairs you were able to hear a soft music drumming around the walls, you didn’t recognise the song though it did sound pleasant. You walked into the direction of the music which led you to the kitchen where you found Andy in a black apron flipping pancakes.

He looked so domestic, like a husband who made breakfast for his wife whom he loved more than she could ever imagine. It was truly a sight for sore eyes and you never wanted to look away.

You had to tear your gaze away when you heard Lloyd coming in with Alf, confused you wondered where they had been.

All three didn’t seem to notice you yet and that resulted in Lloyd sneaking Alf a stripe of bacon from the pan. Your mouth agape you couldn’t believe what he did – okay you could.

“Now, now, what do we have here,” you drawled out and leaned against the door frame.

All heads shot up your dog hid behind the counter. It clicked in your head and you slowly crept around the marble knowing Alf was right on the other side waiting for you.

“Ha! Caught you,” jumping around to surprise him, with a wiggling tail he pushed his body into you and then zoomed around you while you stroked through his fur wildly. “Did you eat bacon huh?”

As you played with Alf the mob bosses couldn’t take their eyes off you, completely starstruck. You looked beautiful, hair a little messy, the sweats you wore made the feel like you were comfortable in their home and around them, it also looked like you belonged here with them.

Standing up with a smile you saw Andy and Lloyd staring at you, with heated cheeks you sat down at the kitchen isle. Their gazes trailing after you in the process.

Andy was the first one to snap out of it and walked back to the stove where he continued making breakfast. He swiftly moved around the kitchen knowing your eyes were on him the whole time. Why did he have to look so fucking handsome while cooking? A thought running through your head without end.

“How did you sleep sunshine?” Lloyd asked while putting a plate in front of you along with a glass of apple juice.

Andy put a pancake, two stripes of bacon and placed a bowl of strawberries next to it. “We thought this could be our first date,” the handsome cook in front of you proposed as his partner placed go more plates on the counter.

The idea wasn’t bad, it actually sounded good. A cute, romantic breakfast alongside Andy and Lloyd could be fun, you also didn’t have to go out which you were thankful for as you had no nerve in your body that wanted to go out. “Yeah, I’d like that,” you agreed, smiling shyly.

Lloyd grinned and sat down opposite from you just like Andy. At first there was a awkward silence surrounding the room, you weren’t sure if it was your nervousness or theirs.

But could they be nervous? “What’s your favourite colour?” Lloyd asked out of nowhere. Yep, they were nervous too.

“Oh, well I don’t really have one I think...I do like red though,” you while munching your pancakes which were delicious. “Do you have one?” you asked back, catching Lloyd of guard, “’m not sure, maybe…,” he trailed of.

“What’s your favourite movie?” Andy went on this ask as Lloyd was still thinking what his favourite colour could be.

The questions they had confused you, it was normal small talk of course but there could be so many things to talk about other than the standard questions. It had you wondering if they’d ever been on a date before, time to ask, “have you two been on a date before?” you chuckled.

The question wasn’t one they had expected, “no, not really…I fucked a lot of women but I didn’t date them,” Lloyd admitted, the confession caused your eyes to widen.

“I was on one, however it’s been years since that,” Andy added and Lloyd snorted, “yeah the bitch was the only one,” receiving a glare from his partner Lloyd shrugged, “it’s the truth,” he had no regrets in saying this.

“I know, but we don’t have to talk about her yet. Unlike you I don’t talk about other women I slept with on the first date,” Andy bit back as he took a sip from his coffee. “Like you have slept with that many women, there was the bitch and maybe a hooker then you couldn’t get it up with any other women after you saw her,” at the ‘her’ Lloyd motioned towards you.

Wow, okay, too much information, you thought as you chewed on the bacon however the scene was quite amusing.

“Because your dick is any better? Who helped you last night after you got hard huh?”

Now you really didn’t know what to say, Andy literally implied that he at least gave Lloyd a hand job. Well, now the question was answered if they fuck each other. Not that the sexual tension you felt between them wasn’t giving it away, but you could have been wrong.

“So, neither of you really been on a date in the last few months. My favourite movie is Legally Blonde, I have a dog called Alf, I don’t talk to my parents and I had sex with three men so far,” their expressions were priceless, “your turn,” you propped your chin on the back of your hand.

To say the two were shocked would be a little understatement, suddenly Andy realised what he said and what revealed of himself. You weren’t supposed to know about his ex-wife yet – or never he wished.

Lloyd didn’t seem to realise everything he said yet because he smirked or he did that because he was proud of it, no that didn’t make sense…did it?

“Can we go back to before the talk about who we slept with?” Andy pleaded. A light wave of guilt rushed through your veins, you knew how hard it could be to talk about the past and what it could do to people.

“I’m sorry,” you took his hand squeezing it gently, it was a silent promise that you were here if he needed to talk, a promise that you wouldn’t force him to talk about. Andy looked up at you with a grateful smile.

It took Andy a long time to process what Laurie, his ex-wife had done to him. She made him depend on her while she did everything she wanted and made Andy think it was his fault if she met with other men.

He was isolated from everyone only went to work then home and cooked for Laurie who came to scold him for everything she found. Then he’d try to make it up to her, her good mood would last a few day.

Lloyd was the one who got him out of there, cursed Laurie to hell and threatened her with everything he had. She ran for the hills.

After all this it took Andy a long time to heal and trust people, until now he only trusted a handful of people. One of them being Lloyd and he desperately hoped he could trust you.

“Here try this,” Andy held up a strawberry covered in chocolate cream, “I made it myself,” he said proudly. Without hesitating you took a bite, the sweet chocolate mixed with the strawberry tasted amazing and felt like heaven to your tastebuds.

You accidentally moaned loudly, “this is amazing, god.” Both men shared a look, this could end very different from what they had planned.

“If everything you cook is that good than I’m jealous Lloyd gets that every day,” you exclaimed ditching the strawberry into the cream again, “really fucking good,” another quiet moan rolled of your lips.

“Sunshine, if you don’t stop moaning I will bend you over this table and fuck you until you’re moaning my name,” Lloyd growled and slammed his hand on the marble plate.

“What…,” you swallowed the strawberry, completely caught off guard by his words, “I, uh, really,” stumbling over your own words as Andy stood up and rounded the counter. He came to you, towering over you.

He laid his hand on your cheek letting his thumb trail down to your lips, “if I had know you’d make such sounds, I would have cooked for you a lot earlier…,” his gaze was intense, you didn’t dare to move your eyes.

With his thumb he stroked your bottom lip, “you liked it? Liked the way my cream tasted?” the last sentence was whispered against your ear, his face so close to you it had you clenching your thighs together.

You were too lost in Andy that you hadn’t noticed him stand up and walk behind you until his hands gently gripped your waist.

“If you want us to stop, say it now,” he whispered against your skin while kissing up your neck. “We know it’s early, but we can’t hold back anymore. You’re beautiful, kind, funny,” Andy explained resting his forehead on yours.

To you it felt good that the respected your choice, that they gave you a choice. Though you had to agree with them it was still early, your first date was still going but who could say no to those men? Exactly.

“Stop the sweet talk and get on with it,” you commanded leaning your head on Lloyd’s shoulder who made a tsk noise, “so, bossy.”

His hand slide beneath you sweat pants, finger tips colliding with your sensitive nub. You jerked slight at the contact.

“Mhm response little girl...,” Lloyd rasped, his tone deep and fulfilling. Two digits moved your panties to the side slipping through your wet folds. “She’s wet Andy, so wet,” he raved.

Andy chuckled before placing his lips on yours, at first it was a little peck but then he pulled away. You chased after him to catch his lips in a passionate kiss. In desperate need of his tongue, you opened your mouth for him, a satisfied moan leaving your throat as your tongues danced over dominance.

The kiss almost swallowed you, had you rocking your hips against Andy’s and if it wasn’t for Lloyd’s hand on your cunt you would have fallen of the stool.

Lloyd entered your leaking hole, his fingers already big enough to have you gasping. He curled them against your spongy walls hitting that spot in a span of a one minute. Who or what was this man? Could he be a wizard, how did he find your g-spot that quick.

A black shadow in the corner of your eye had you pushing Andy away instantly, “bedroom, we need a bedroom, dog,” was all you managed to say but both understood.

Unfortunately, Lloyd had to take his fingers away from your heat, a whimper left your mouth at the loss of contact.

Andy carried you into their bedroom, throwing gently on the soft cushions. At first his body was right above you, then he was gone...along with your pants. “Ready darling?” he asked smirking.

Confused you looked down at him, a second later you were pulled closer to the edge of the bed and Andy latched at your cunt like a starved man. A high-pitched moan slipped from your mouth. His tongue truly sinful.

Meanwhile Lloyd had discarded his polo shirt and rounded the bed. Your eyes found him, and it gave you a chance to admire his muscled chest, he looked like a Greek god. Well build and toned skin, how could you have let this man slide huh? If that was how Lloyd looked beneath his clothes than you couldn’t wait for Andy.

Lloyd’s big hand grabbed your chin to make you look at him, “does that feel good? Tell Andy how good it feels,” he commanded.

“Feels good, feels, oh so fucking good,” you arched your back as Andy dipped his tongue into your needy hole. You spread your legs further apart to grant him more access. He chuckled and slipped his hand under your thighs gripping them in a tight hold, “move and you will regret it,” he murmured.

His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly. You cried out, your hands searching for hold on the bedsheets.

“Mhm, you look so beautiful falling apart on Andy’s tongue,” Lloyd told you and leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You moaned into his mouth when the man between your legs stroked over your clit with his thumb, on the finishing line to bring you to your climax.

Lloyd loosened your hand and guided it to his neck to help you get a better hold as Andy devoured you. The knot in your stomach tighten, you bit into Lloyd’s bottom lip and your hand threaded into his soft hair.

You pulled on his roots, a silent scream running through your body as your orgasm hit you. “Andy, god don’t stop,” those weren’t your words, they belonged to the man who had his nose in your neck while you gripped his hair.

They way you held onto him, he groaned it felt too good. It didn’t go unnoticed by Andy how Lloyd reacted, the sight was one he would never get tired of seeing.

His fingers dipped into you, pumping in and out quickly as he ravished your pussy, pushing you through your high. “I won’t stop, don’t worry…you don’t want me to stop do you darlin’? No, you want me to ruin you…,” god, his tongue was truly filthy.

How did you deserve this? What Andy did was the best oral you ever received and you wanted more. He slowed his movements down and your body calmed.

“Do you want to keep going?” His tone is softer and more gentle than before. Honestly? You would love to, but you felt exhausted from just this little, you needed a few minutes first, “need a minute Barber,” you told him as you head fell back. Lloyd chuckled at your words and dragged you a bit more towards the headboard.

Andy covered you with a blanket and laid down next to you just like Lloyd. You felt dizzy, still not able to comprehend how you were this spent after one orgasm.

“How long do you think you need?” Lloyd asked, stroking your hair from your forehead. “Give me five minutes buddy.”

“If I didn't wanna fuck you this bad I would teach you manners first…but you will learn them soon enough.”

𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 — @smile1318 @wintasssoldier @xcaptain-winterx @georgiapeach30513 @alina02 @rogersbarber @antisocialwritingx @jobean12-blog @buckymcu12

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babyjakes · 1 year

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event | kinktober 2022

prompt | mob boss

pairing | mob boss!andy barber x innocent!reader

warnings | implied dubcon, soft!dark!andy, me not knowing how tf to write a mob au, no real smut just build up

word count | 340

okay i have literally never written this trope bc i straight up don't know how but!! here's my attempt lol: i'm thinkin about criminal mastermind andy barber finding poor little you caught up in some big scheme, and now you know too much and it's too late— except you're so pretty, and innocent, and scared, and that's just how he likes his girls ❤️maybe you're crying in front of him and his men after you were dragged in, outed by your piece of shit boyfriend who was involved in it all. "shhhh," you're surprised at how soothing andy's tone is as he speaks to you, pulling you over to stand in front of him as he sits at his large desk. "take a deep breath, baby. we won't get anywhere with you this upset." he lifts you up easily to sit ontop of his papers, even reaching up gently to wipe away your tears as you sniffle. "p-please, i swear i didn't know! i-i won't say anything, i'll—" but he's cutting you off before you can finish. "honey, you and i both know that's not how this works," he croons, a look of pity sprawled across his handsome face. "but don't worry, sweetheart. i'm not gonna hurt you; no one has to get hurt here," he promises you as one of his large hands comes up to graze over your thigh. cheeks heating up at his touch, you look at him almost stupidly. "poor thing, really doesn't know what she's in for, huh?" andy comments to one of his men as he stands a few feet away. "y-you're won't hurt me?" you ask carefully. rubbing a bit further up your leg, andy offers you the sincerest smile (with a vivid sense of darkness lingering just beneath the surface) as he shakes his head. "of course not, pretty girl. not if you're good, not if you do exactly as i say..." as his fingers slip up under your dress and reach your throbbing core, you realize exactly what he means 😏

#eun's writing #kinktober 2022 #andy barber #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber smut #dark!andy barber #mob boss!andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x y/n #andy barber blurb #andy barber headcanon #andy barber drabble #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans smut #defending jacob #defending jacob fanfiction

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barnxyes · 1 year

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moth to a flame - dark mob andy barber x fem actress reader | Chapter 1

- Summary: You have captivated the boss’s heart much to your obliviousness.

Warning(s): Mentions of stalking, kidnapping, obsession + mentions of guns + needle, armed men, reader is drugged.

WC: 4.6k

AN: Let me know what you thought! Reblogs, Asks & Comments are much appreciated!

With a sigh of exhaustion, your head plopped against the window of the vehicle, eyes heavy as they closed , desperately calling for sleep.

The AC hummed with peace, your driver's hand thumping against the wheel with the music coming from his ear as he continued to drive. Night was yet to come, the sun hidden behind the curtains of gray, dark clouds with shocks of lighting emerging.

Your peace was stolen, taken suddenly with a gasp of alarm as screeching tires resounded, your body lurching towards the driver's seat with force as the car came to a halt. The pain from the seat belt jamming onto your chest wasn’t comprehend from the fear that took over when your eyes set on three vehicles that surrounded yours

“What - what the fuck is going on?”

You couldn’t see it, but Ari gulped, his hand on his holster, ready to unveil his handgun at any second. But yet, he knew he couldn’t do much because an entourage of men in suits made their way out of their black SUV’s, five or six in each.

It was months ago that your management had upped the security after a man tried - but failed to take you as his own.

If anything, you felt bad for the guy, expending his time, YEARS of stalking, and spending his last dime all for you until he realized that you’d never be his to keep. He planned it all, but unfortunately for him he was only one and he was taken in seconds.

But, all extent security seemed a bit too extreme and stupidly you’d only taken Ari in because the man was trustful and the most loyal man to date. “Stay calm ma’am. They might just ask for money.”

“Money? Ari, look at them. They don’t need money.”

Surprisingly, he took to rolling down the window with not an ounce of fright in his voice or expression. But, you on the other hand trembled slightly, giving a tight lipped smile when the eyes of the man who approached the windom connected with yours. He dressed simply, a black leather jacket wrapped around his upper torso with washed out blue jeans and aviator sunglasses that he took off and handed to a man behind.

The man stopped just next to Ari’s door, his hand wrapping around the front of his pants as his other dragged through his shaven head.

“May I help you gentleman?” Ari started.

“You very well can, sir, Mr. Levinson. I’m gonna have to ask you to step out of the car. The three of you.”

Ari didn’t miss a beat. “Why?”

The man’s eyes traveled once again to yours, a hint of a smirk forming on the corner of his lips. “Boss’s orders.” He shrugged. “Curtis, pleasure I’m sure. Please, don’t make this difficult. Oh, also hand over the sidearm that I know you’re holding.”

It seemed he didn’t know patience, for he sighed, his hand immediately pressing the SUV’s buttons that unlocked the vehicle. Ari was quick too, taking advantage of what the man standing before him did, pointing the gun straight at him.

Curtis smirked, raising his hands up in the air with mockery because as soon as Ari raised his firearm, more were soon to follow from the entourage of men that stopped your car.

“Well…this is awkward. You brought a knife to a gunfight.” He pouted with a derisive laugh as he shook his head with faux disappointment and sighed. “Get her out.”

“Don’t you dare touch me!” You grunted, kicking at the two men who came for you, their hands gripping your forearms with a harshness that made your skin burn. “Ari! Let me go!”

“Please, ma’am!” One of them spoke. “Don’t be difficult. We truly do not mean you any harm.” His sentence fell on deaf ears for you kicked one where the sun did not shine and punched the other just as Ari had taught you. They both cried out, tending to their injuries with grimaces and while they did, you took the opportunity to run, dashing through the barrier of cars that stood around you.

But Curtis was faster, and with a cackle he wrapped his arms around your middle, his grip tight as your body flailed. “Not so fast Ms. Hollywood.” He gritted. Behind you, you could hear Ari’s grunts of struggle against the hold of multiple men holding him back from getting to you.

“Why are you doing this!”

Curtis was strong, holding you in his vice grip with one arm as his other went inside of his leather jacket, fishing something out of it and when you saw it, the thin and clear syringe in his hold, you cried out even more, thumbing your legs against his boots.

He hissed, annoyed with the slight sting. “Like I said -,” he spoke, gritting the top of the needle with his teeth before spitting it out on the ground and inserting it inside your skin.

“No, no no.” Mumbling, your body sagged against his as your vision blurred and your body felt heavy.

“ - bosses orders.”

#dark andy barber #dark andy barber x reader #soft dark andy barber #soft dark andy barber x reader #yandere andy barber #yandere andy barber x reader #mob boss andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber #yandere

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andydrysdalerogers · 5 months

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Preview! Presley (A Curtis Everett Mob AU)

Welcome to Concord. An up-and-coming town outside of Boston. Where kids can play with their friends and shop owners advertise with signs on the street. It’s a quiet town. An unassuming town. A town where one-man rules and no one forgets it. This town, Concord, is Curtis Everett’s town.

Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.

After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.

Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.

As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?

This will be book two of the Five Kings of Boston series. If you missed book one, Aurora, you can find it HERE

I will be starting this on Thursday 11/23 as a Thanksgiving treat and it will hopefully be updated on Thursdays.

Any guesses on who the villain of our story will be? Comment or reblog and share your idea!

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Master Tag list and Story tag list are open!

Snippet below ⇣

I walked the man out the door and was shaking his hand when I noticed a young woman wandering outside the gate of my home. She looked about 24 or 25, with light brown hair and glasses. She wore a black peacoat with long black boots. Something about her reminded me of my Anna. As Adam walked past her with a nod, she approached the steps to the house. “I apologize, is this the Everett residence?”

I couldn’t help but stare at her. Dark curls hung down her back with blue green eyes framed by black framed glasses. Her full lips were a sweet pink, and I had the sudden urge to feel them against mine.

What the fuck?

I mentally shook myself and cleared my throat. “Yes, and you are?”

She gave me an earth-shattering smile and I was blown back. It was a smile that was just like my Anna’s.

“My name is Presley. I am here for the nanny position.”

#andy's shenanigans #andy's hea #chris evans fanfiction #curtis everett #curtis Everett au #chris evans au #chris evans smut #Curtis Everett smut #mob story #five kings of boston series #presley #Curtis Everett x ofc #ofc Presley Adams #Presley - FKOB #chris evans

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navybrat817 · 1 month

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Tell me about the investor and mobster?

Happy to, lovely!

In this universe, Andy is an investor.

Scott, a CEO, is a long-time friend. Curtis, who recently inherited a large fortune, is a new friend due to helping him with his investments.

Car brand of choice: Audi

You're a philanthropist. The two of you were seated together at a charity gala event.

First gift he bought you: Tennis Bracelet

Favorite lingerie on you until he takes it off: Chemise

Relationship status: Engaged

In this universe, Nick is a mob boss.

He wants Raymond to work for him, but respects that he’s loyal to his boss.

Car brand of choice: Bentley

You caught his attention at a club when you stood up to some creep who wouldn't leave your friend alone. He stepped in and invited you and your group to the VIP section, where he learned that you actually teach self defense.

First gift he bought you: Diamond Ring

Favorite lingerie on you until he takes it off: Bustier

Relationship status: Engaged, but he tells everyone you're his wife

Love and thanks! ❤️

Silly Boys With Silly Toys

#navybrat answers #silly boys with silly toys au #andy barber #investor!andy narber #nick fowler #mob!nick fowler #lovebittenbyevans #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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joannaliceevans-fanficblog · 8 months

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Back To You: Prologue

A/N: You and Andy have a long history together. High School Sweethearts, and everyone thought you and Andy would be married.

College happened. Law student for Andy and you a Culinary Student. Both you and Andy made it despite having it being a challenge.

But of course all things don't always go as planned.

Years later, you found yourself married to a different man.

The life you left behind, the life you thought made you happy, and the man married wasn't what you thought.

Quentin was your husband. Pure bliss for the most part. Until suspicious purchase was brought home. He started coming home, with expensive bags and dining at places you only would dream of going.

That's when you found out.

So now you, in the middle of a very messy divorce and a soon to be ex who, refuse to let you go.

And run into the man that broke your heart.

Lawyer Mob Andy Barber x Baker Reader, Quentin Beck x Baker Reader.

Small appearance from Andy's estranged wife, Cindy.

You never thought this would happen, but it did. This was your last resort and you did everything in your power to save your relationship.

But nothing worked.

And it left you heartbroken and in tears. You told him that if he misses one more event, then it would be done and over with. With broken promise after broken promise, nothing changed.

And so, here you are. Bags packed and leaving behind the only home you had left.

Sitting in your car, he had called you. But you hadn’t picked up the phone. As you backed out of the driveway, your bodyguards came out and knocked on your door. Sighing, you opened the window and looked over to Curtis.

“He’s not going to like this.” Curtis told you.

“Yeah, well I don’t like broken promises. I’m heading to the airport. If he wants to meet me in France, for my competition, then he can. But you and I both know that he forgot and would give me the same fucking old excuse.” You replied, rolling up the window, but Curtis stopped it. You placed your hand away from the button and looked towards him.

“I know. But you need protection. I’ll have Sam and the rest of the guys follow you.” Curtis said. You couldn’t argue with that.

That was 4 years ago now and things have changed. What you would have thought he fought for you. But he didn’t. He knew he had fucked up and it was too late to change it. The last you heard, he married a girl from another family and you married a normal man.

No crime.

No coming home late.

Or so you thought.

#andy barber x reader #andy barber angst #andy barber #andy barber x you #chris evans character fanfiction #andy barber fic #mob andy barber

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lalau · 1 year

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Guys I'm desperate...please I need your help. 🙏😭

Been looking like crazy for 2 specific fics, one is a Steve Rogers Dark Fic, the other is kind of various continuations interwined involving Mob Andy Barber, Ari Levinson & Ransom Drysdale...

1-Dark Steve Rogers (think Mob) kidnaps a hired bartender by thinking she helped somehow on an attack on his gang, he keeps her in a Kind of basement...it involves a glass with a symbol she had in her locker that proved she was involved..by the time they discover the glass was handed to her by a co worker it was too late..she and Steve had a Child and he loved her ...never letting her go

2-It started as one shots for each, i think the whole series now is called Necessary Arrangements or Unecessary dont remember

Mob Andy Barber claims power after the reader's dad died also mob and Andy gets in her house to kill everyone but makes a deal with her...they end up falling in love

Ari Levinson (mob maybe) hires through an agency an escort (reader) he infuriates her but with time she falls for his charm

Ransom Drysdale (mob) is the owner of some kind of building where reader has her Coffee Shop and apartment..he expects money each month like a protection fee...reader denies and they make an agreement if you know what i mean..stuborn sideways they start to fall for one another but dont want to show it

These 3 separate fics get interwined at some point by Andy, Ari & Ransom, making business together..

I swear I had them reebloged and/or liked...and they've dissapeared. HELP a bitch here pls! 🥲

Please if anybody knows if maybe got deleted or they are in AO3 or something...im going crazy here 💔

Lot's of love ❣♥️❣

Thank you anyone!

#mob andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber #ari levinson x reader #dark andy barber #dark steve rogers #steve rogers #mob steve rogers #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #mob ransom drysdale #please help #dark fic #chris evans #dark steve x reader #steve rogers x reader

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artsy-book · 4 days

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look at my tables :D I love my tables

click for better quality I hope they are readable at all (please don't compress them to shit Tumblr)

YOOOOOO DATA!!!! andy i love these ^-^

#artsy.ask #mutuals my beloved #enbyandyy #hermit permits #i love the data so much ^-^#(also andy i think the all mobs was put with ren instead of scar)#but these are so cool i love them ^-^#hermitblr

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Like My Father: Part 9

Ari had caressed the expanse of your arm from shoulder to wrist, his fingers softly trailing the goosebumps that rose to your flesh while his eyes conveyed every single emotion he was feeling.

Every single pulse of desire and connectivity that has spanned your relationship from the moment you had learned he would be yours, had only deepened in the soft moments on the dimmed dance floor.

He was there, always there.

Just as he was here now, mumbling aesthetically while your head resting on his chest and his heart beat a rhythm that was endearing as it was beautiful.

“You’re brilliant and capable, little princess.” It was only Ari who addressed you like that, it was only Ari who had ever called you his little princess.

“I’m scared, Ari.” With eyes on you and Ari, watchful gazes that were either condescending or curious, you had felt the flickering touch of fear seeping into your flesh.

It was innate, the feeling that you would fail and although Ari promised that if you failed you would fail together, your anxiety and panic-inducing negative tracts told you that you would be alone.

“I know,” he hadn’t denied your fear or even attempt to be condescending about how you were feeling, “you’re not doing this alone. You have all of us, every one of us is here for you.”

“Always?” You wondered, tilting your head to look up at him. “Forever?”

“Until my heart stops beating,” Ari grasped your hand and set it on his chest, right where his heart was, “and until I take my last breath.”

After Ari had departed from you, after you had danced with them all at least once, Andy had found you again.

His hand was warm as it settled upon your back, his eyes brightly captivating your own as he led you from the dance floor to the bar that had been set up. There were already drinks waiting for you, champagne in tall flute glasses with gold dust coating the stem that was set upon fine crystal.

Andy had been the one to escort you and he had been the last you’d danced with, the last of the six alphas who had kept you away from the rest of the party aiming to dance solely with you.

You were aware of the connotations of the party and the people you would have to meet and converse with, to gain new allies and keep the ones your father already had. You would have to mingle and sashay around the crowds to convince them that you were the best person for the job, even if you had felt unsure of it yourself.

“A drink,” Andy had grabbed one of the gold-dusted flutes and handed it to you, his hand was softly and daintily caressing your flesh through your dress while his eyes had bore into yours, “you’re doing amazing.”

“You think so?” You lifted the glass to your lips and sipped on the bubbly within, and then you had angled yourself into Andy.

Your gaze had flitted around the party, watching others drinking and eating in the merriment of the grand event your parents had thrown for you to usher you into the role.

You would be the first omega to take on the head of the empire your father had inherited and built, the first omega who wasn’t married off to form alliances. You didn’t have to go to them, alphas had come to you.

They had been chosen for you by your parents, the best kind of alphas to help shield and protect you as you took on this new role.

And as you were taking your position as the head of the crime family, your father was retiring.

“You should give yourself more credit, you’re ready for this.” Andy’s hand produced warmth that crawled up your back, his eyes burning deep into yours as he held your gaze and leaned in.

His chest had been pressed against yours, the softness of his suit against your skin that was exposed was delightful and had produced a soft shiver. You pressed into him with your palms resting against his chest and angled your head back, brushing your nose against his. You could feel his warm breath dusting across your cheeks, and the sensation of close intimacy between the two of you had deepened with every passing moment that he held your gaze and you held his.

Andy’s baritone hum had delivered another surge of warmth to your core and the gentle scrape of his beard against you as he slated his lips against yours caused a surge of electricity between the two of you.

His lips danced against yours, his left hand cupped your chin and the other had smoothed down the back of your dress to the curve of your ass. You stood flush against him, inhaling his scent that radiates and blanketed you in comfort and desire.

“Tomorrow,” Andy swallowed your whine and pulled away slowly, tapping his thumb against your bottom lip, “we’re going to go over some legal stuff.”

“And tonight?” You wondered, searching his eyes.

“Have fun, sweetheart.” Andy let go of you and then reached for his champagne flute, downing the bubbly and setting it back down with a gentle tsk of the flat bottom against the bar top. “Tomorrow we’ll work.”

You watched him walk away, your hand still wrapped around the stem of the glass while you stood and watched the crowds of people mingling. There was a certain air of expectations that still lingered as a fog worked and swept across the floor. Some were still anticipating a sudden and blinding move your father could make, by announcing that you were mated off and the business would go to your mate.

Others had been caught up to reality and knew that you were the leader and you would be taking over from your father without being thrown at an alpha under the role of subservient housewife.

Disgust had riddled some bitterness while appreciation for the change of designation leadership was held by others.

It had seemed that instead of a spectrum their opinions had died on, it was a single strand with two opposing ends fighting against the other.

Some would love you to be the leader; others would want you dead.

“There’s no in-between, not now. You need to show them one way or another. You can succeed and they will love you or they will want to kill you.” Nick’s forewarning was present, he had told you on multiple occasions that you would be a target in some way or another.

You had stood alone for another moment before you departed the bar, your champagne half drank and abandoned, while you had begun weaving in out of the crowds to cross the room. The heady mix of scents and the watchful eyes that followed you as you moved throughout the room had truly heightened your need for air and an escape.

You needed to feel the cool rush of fresh air against you so you could gather your thoughts and find your grounding again. It was innately hitting you all at once, the feel of your alphas somewhere in the room that were aware of you just as you were aware of them, and the careful scrutinization others had cast on you.

In no small measure had you burst through the doors that led to the garden and at no slow pace had you scurried away from the party.

The cool brush of air against your flesh was what you needed and you could already feel yourself starting to relax as the potent cluster of different scents and designations had been pilfered by the natural aroma of flowers and greenery that was planted in the back. It was the various colours of the fauna that had been carefully crafted and pruned to look as perfect as possible for this event that had garnered your attention.

You had stepped onto the pad of the seating area between overhanging trees and colourful buds which were illuminated by delicate hanging lights before you approached one of the hand-carved wooden swings that hung between two thick corded trunks, the bench seat decorated with elaborate pillows and a sherpa blanket for warmth.

It was out here that you found your temporary rest, a reprieve from the ordinance and the overwhelming draw of the party. You had started to swing back and forth gently, using the spikes of your heels to push yourself forward and catch yourself on the return, repeating this process while listening to the idle chatter that had all seemed like a blur, radiating slowly from the interior of your parent’s estate.

The only time you had looked away from the night sky or the beauty of the garden was when you had caught movement from the corner of your eyes. Your father was stepping out into the garden, his hands tucked into his pockets as he walked while the slight stain of your mother’s lipstick had dusted the mate mark on his neck. She was just as protective and possessive of your father as he was of her.

“You always loved this swing,” your dad had come to sit next to you, casually draping an arm around your shoulders to pull you into his embrace, “you did a lot of thinking out here.”

“When I was here,” you quipped, leaning into him nonetheless.

“I tried to do right by you and your mama,” he turned his head and kissed into your hair, his gentle nature was a direct contrast to the reputation he had built for himself, “I love you and your mother, I want what’s best for you.”

“Do you really think this was the best decision? Dad, I didn’t even…I wasn’t a constant presence here and you tried to keep me at a distance from this all. Do you really think I am the best choice?”

Your question was met by a gentle hand and a gentle hum, the comfort of your father had soothed your inner conflict. He had poured everything he could into creating a safety net for your mama and you, for the great loves of his life and despite him being incapable of witnessing a great number of your accomplishments, you knew he sent his love.

“I’ve thought a lot about this, Y/N.” He kissed into your hair again, gently rubbing your bare arm for warmth. “You are the only one I would choose. You are the only one I would ever want to give this to.”

“I’m your only child.” You angled your head and glanced up at him, staring at the man who had given you the world. “Who else would you have given it to?”

“No one.” Your father claimed and nuzzled his cheek against your head. “I would have never married you off like a pawn. I know how destructive you would have become and even if you hadn’t rained hell of your arranged mate and husband, you deserve more respect than that.”

“But you did arrange my mates.” You argued and gently nudged him, stirring a hearty laugh.

“You’re right, I did. However you are not the subservient housewife another alpha would have turned you into. You have the power, you’re the boss. They’re your alphas but in the end you should know that you have a hold on each of them. And I chose mates for you that would have your best interests at hand, good alphas who would keep you safe and help you thrive.”

“What are you going to do now that you’re retired?” You wondered, happily swinging in the peacefulness with your father.

“Take your mama on a long trip. It’s been a while since we’ve gotten to get away just the two of us and no real responsibilities.”

“Mama’s gonna love it.” You sighed and slowly picked up your feet, leaning fully into your dad. “She deserves it.”

“Yes,” your father agreed, “your mama does.”

A passing few moments of peace and comfortable silence had come between the two of you before it was broken by the sound of footsteps echoing on the stone walkway, and the subtle hitch of your heart fluttering rhythmically had been a sign that one of your alphas was approaching. You had raised your head when he had come into view, butterflies in your stomach and your breath hitching had been symptoms of seeing him stand waiting for you.

“Bucky.” You mumbled his name softly, watching him as carefully as he was watching you.

“That’s my queue.” Your father had slowly pulled away from you to stand, straightening his suit jacket and tie before he approached your alpha and rest his hand on his shoulder.

Your father had muttered something quietly to Bucky in passing, a subtle nod of your alphas head before the two of you were left alone and your father’s place had been taken by Bucky.

“You should know,” he turned his head toward you, his eyes reflecting the gentle and soft glow of the hanging lights around the garden, “Nick has had a busy night.”

“Shit,” you cursed and started to push yourself to sit up further, “what happened?”

“Few drunken alphas,” Bucky slid closer to you, reaching behind his back to grab one of the folded blankest, “a few threats that needed to be dealt with.”

“I’m sorry, you should’ve told me.” You whispered between the two of you, shivering from the caress of his hands against yours as he draped the blanket around you.

“Nick can handle it, it’s what we’re here for.” Bucky had reiterated and like your father, had gently pulled you into his side. “We’re all here for you, you just have to let us be.”

“I’m working on it.” You rest your head against his shoulder and closed your eyes, breathing him in before you asked a question unrelated to tonight. “What was your favourite memory from London?”

You could hear Bucky’s heartbeat, you could feel the shift of his scent as it reacted to yours. You could feel the roughness of his palm that was soft against you and the draw of his pretty blue eyes as he studied you.

“My favourite memory of London was heading to a hole in the wall kind of pub and meeting an omega who had been jerked around by an asshole.”

Bucky had squeezed your shoulder before he let you completely relax against him, relaying the story you knew and lived. “It was rainy, cold…”

You lay there against him, revelling in the moment until the clutch of sleep had taken you.

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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — they wanted you, they enjoyed the hunt just as much as you enjoyed being chased. You didn't make it easy for them but it only prepared you that life with them wouldn't be easy.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — mob!andy barber × fem!reader × mob!lloyd hansen

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — violence, murder, blood, SMUT; minors dni, threesome, oral, daddy kink/authority kink, praise, degrading, brat taming, spanking, choking, bondage, chase kink – specific things will be mentioned each chapter

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — reblog and comment | Don't scare yourself, these are only the chapters planned so far. Depending how people like the story there will be more 🤷‍♀️ it's as easy as that.

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