#Silverfox!Ari Levinson x reader x silverfox!Bucky Barnes

[imaginedreamwrite]

Here’s Your Perfect: Part 1

The plain and dark dyed fabric was nothing significant and neither was your state as you slipped it over your head and tightened the stays in the front, the laces are as plain and ordinary as the dress you are given.

Your father, mother and brother are expecting you down in the sitting room of your homely chateau, the previous week’s ball in which most women were matched or at the very least given offers, had produced little excitement for you.

The only exception was the news that your mother and father had found someone for you, two men who were older than you had anticipated and had refused a dower. Instead, they had given your parents a great lump sum of money to take you off their hands and it was with that news that the rumours started.

The ladies you should have been in social circles with started talking amongst themselves about the fate you would meet as a wedded whore. That was your fate one way or another, for a woman like you with no other prospects, you would either become a whore to any man who would dole out some pennies for your warmth or you would become a whore in the marriage bed.

It was what was expected of someone like you, someone who had not been declared a bountiful beauty with men fawning over you. Your mother and your father should have been, and truly were, elated to even be rid of you. The offer was accepted and you were as good as sold to two men you had never met, cast away upon two men whose tempers or natures could have been uglier and more devastating than even you could have imagined.

Since you had learned of the arrangement, and you had been given little hope to run anywhere from your fate, you had spent more time with your mind between pages of novels than you had with other people. You would often find yourself escaping to a world where everything was set in ink and contrived between thick stock with sturdy bindings.

It was obtuse of you to think that you could forever escape the world around you with that of fiction, just as it would have been a disservice to your mind to think that you could have remained a spinster your entire life.

Your mother and father would just as rather cast you off to be rid of you as they would have been to send you to the workhouse. They didn’t see the value in a woman who was as unjustly triggering as you, even if you were their only daughter.

Where men had liked full bosoms and gentle curves that could be cupped in a man’s hands, you were too gifted in the vivacious manner of your appearance, with heavier breasts than were desired and more weight around your hips and backside.

You were a woman with fuller curves that could not be hidden in your everyday life given the style of fashion and the emphasis on looking sleek and feminine. And your mother and father had contained enough pride not to sully their namesakes by sending you to a poor man to be married.

They would rather you be a whore to any common man than a wife to a peasant.

“You don’t carry great wealth either, father.” The comment was made, the barb had sunk into your parent’s reputations while they had clung to the societal ladder they were placed on with every possible ounce of their strength.

They were just important and dignified enough to be allowed in their society, to be allowed to attend balls with the nobles and hope their children would marry up. Having you, their rather beastly daughter married off was an added bonus to them.

Your father and mother could then focus on your brother by having him seduce as many eligible noble daughters as he could. It was their goal to rid themselves of their greatest disappointment and win over nobles higher than themselves with their son.

“You are nothing desirable, you will be made a whore and you will die a whore.” There was no great effort extended upon you, there was no small measure taken to make you appear to be something you weren’t.

You were given a plain and dark blue dress that was woven with familiar dark thread, there was nothing to impress with the stays and the belt that was made to cinch your waist. The corset was bound comfortably, not in comparison to some other ladies’ personal choice, and yet despite the cut of the dress and the corset’s design, the size of your chest was not hidden. Neither were the curves of your waist and your backside.

“You’ll finally be rid of me, mother.” The comment you had made in regards to your mother had echoed on the staircase as you descended the stairs, there wasn’t a moment of regret over the way she had treated you, neither was there regret when she had the audacity to look appalled over your comment.

It was only when you had seen the surprise in her eyes that you were made aware of your future husbands talking quietly amongst your father and brother. Then you had understood that not only had your comment been heard by your company, but it had raised questions about their familial circle.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. I am your mother-“ She reached for you, she set her hand upon your shoulder and you rebuffed her with a swift smack to her hand, the crack of her knuckles against the wall stirring more curiosity from the guests.

“You never wanted me to be your daughter, don’t bother showing care now mother.” You lifted your skirts so as not to trip on the stairs and hurried down the remaining steps, scurrying around the corner before coming to a direct stop.

Both men were settled in the small sitting room nearest the fireplace, both of them staring your father down with contrived suspicion and mild disbelief. They were looking upon him and your brother as if they were trying to piece together the men and woman who had spent the greatest portion of their respective lives trying to gain favours from people who did not want them and had no need for them.

They were dressed in fine cloth and tunics, a touch of furs on the darker-haired man who had a knife set across his lap, and the regal stature of the man whose hair could have been considered dark blonde or light brunette. Both of their beards had been speckled with grey and white, a few streaks that had rendered them wise with age and still beautiful enough to steal the hearts of any one dame they had come across.

“Y/N,” your father had cast a look over his shoulder, nearly grimacing while his hands had shaken, “there seems to be a mistake. The men who offered for your hand-“

“Do not make us fools.” The brunette had spoken with ice in his voice and a mean sneer forming on his face. “You do not want to push us past our limits.”

“The men who offered money for that whore-“

“Watch your tongue boy, or it may be removed from your mouth.” The regal-looking man had stood.

He had risen to his feet and straightened out the tunic that was well formed across his chest and shoulders, the tapered edge toward his hips and thighs bringing your attention to his height that was more substantial than your father and brother combined.

“Y/N,” he stepped toward you, stood in front of you and addressed you first with the bow of his head as if he was speaking to royalty before his eyes, and then he grasped your hand to place a kiss against your knuckles, “you are more breathtaking than I remember.”

“I don’t…” your eyebrows had become furrowed and your lips had pursed, “forgive my confusion but I don’t remember ever meeting you.”

The tunic he wore was rich in colour, well suited to the colour of his skin. It had brought out the depths of his eyes and was paired well with dark breeches and tall riding boots. His hair was brushed back, long enough to dust his shoulders and his hand was warm as it held yours. He was a man that would always remain beautiful, time had only aided his natural charm and attractiveness.

“I could never forget someone like you, but I suppose your lack of knowledge about me is hardly your fault.” His words were sent as barbs toward your father, mother and brother. “I’ve made my fortunes far from this hellhole, in the north where I own portions of land-“

“Lord Levinson,” you had finally hit recognition, reminiscing over the conversations you had heard months ago about the wealthy lord who had provided most of the allocated food resources for the kingdom, “my apologies-“

“You do not bow your head for me.” He cupped your chin and tilted your head up, studying you with warmth in his eyes. “You heard of me, but you don’t remember how we met?”

You remembered hearing of him although you didn’t recall personally meeting the man who was now here to wed you. Well, one of the men who had paid your father and mother for the right to have your hand.

“I’m sorry-“

“Don’t apologize, dewdrop.” He smiled, soft and charmingly. “I don’t suppose you remember hearing of a mercenary’s reputation-“

At his words, the other man had stood and approached you, the one who had been wearing furs along with his tunic.

His hair was longer than Ari’s and had been plaited in a simple braid to keep it out of his face, like Ari his hair was streaked and littered with silver and grey. His eyes were far bluer than Ari’s, the unrestricted azure depths were just as captivating. He had a few scars on his face, none that took away from his beauty or ruggish charm, and there was a glove on one hand that made you wonder if there was some kind of injury to his appendage.

“James Buchanan Barnes,” he had grasped your hand and kissed your knuckles like Ari, the two of them revelling in the intake of air and the steady rise and fall of your chest, “but please call me Bucky. Ari was right, it has been too long since we have seen you.”

“We didn’t agree to this! If we had known that it was you offering for her hand-!” Your father stood abruptly, and with anger had raised an accusatory finger toward the two men. “You have cheated me out of a fortune-“

“We made an offer and sent representatives of our business to have the offer accepted. If you didn’t have the good sense to recognize the wax seals on sturdy letters then it is your fault and your fault alone.” Ari had communicated with a calm nature, not backing down for a moment as your father’s sneer and rage increased.

“You stole property-!”

“Continuing to address your daughter as property is done with distaste.” Ari had stepped forward while ushering you with a steady hand toward Bucky, briefly watching you until you were in between himself and your other future husband.

“If you won’t refrain from addressing our future wife with the kind of respect you would lavish upon us then like your son, your tongue will be removed from your mouth.”

“You have no right-!” Your brother had stepped forward, believing that the two of them together could have stood against the two men come to gather you.

“I have every right to tend to my wife as I see fit. I have every right to defend my wife as I see fit.” He squared his jaw and his shoulders, rising to his full height. “You set a price for your daughter and it was agreed upon. She is no longer your ‘property’, at this moment she is mine.”

Silence fell upon your father, nothing was said and no one had moved until the door to your familial home had opened and a sturdy trunk had been carried inside. Ari had stepped out of the way as it was set upon the wooden floor, keeping himself between your father and yourself, and then he nudged the edge of the trunk.

“Your payment for your daughter, under the condition that if you should ever try and test me or our wife again, I will have your head.” The threat was made, and then Ari had slipped his arm in with yours and cast his eyes upon you, studying you. “Is there anything you need to retrieve?”

“I’d rather burn it all.” Your eyes grew wider when there was nothing less than stalwart devotion and adoration, protective instincts at the forefront of his eyes.

“Good. We have things ready for you at our home, you’ll need and want for nothing.”

“You whore!” Your brother screamed at you, he lashed out at you as you were escorted out the door by Ari and Bucky, his comment met by the sharp sting of your father’s hand upon his cheek.

“Shut your mouth, boy! Lest we all have our heads clean cut from our bodies!”

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[inkedaztec]

Getting notes together for NaNoWriMo and knowing I'm gonna try to write 50k words in a month is always so daunting.

Don't forget to send asks if you want to! If I'm able to I'll make a drabble/short. You can find what I write here

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Happy April lovelies 🌸 Another month, another rec list! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 💕

Bucky Barnes ✨

Just let me see them by @kinanabinks

mob!bucky x best friend!reader

Miss me by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Vampire Rockstar Bucky! x Reader

Love like a bruise by @targaryenvampireslayer

Dark!TWD!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Insatiable by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x female reader

Though I have never read it by @tuiccim

Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Say my name by @lunarbuck

Ari Levinson x f!reader

Skin by @flordeamatista

dbf!ari levinson x reader

Don't get sad, get even by @writing-for-marvel

Boyfriend’s Roommate!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Melting by @onsunnyside

Mafia!Ari Levinson x lovesick!reader

After hours by @flordeamatista

ceo!silverfox!ari levinson x personal assistant!reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Finding home by @navybrat817

Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Deny me by @straywords

Dom!Steve Rogers x Bratty! Reader

Unholy by @straywords

Dark! Priest! Steve x Reader

Ride with me by @flordeamatista

biker!steve rogers x reader

Breathe me by @honeystevie

40s!Steve Rogers x Filipina!reader

Steve Harrington ✨

Moments tucked away by @talesofesther

Steve Harrington x Reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Forevermore by @jobean12-blog

Vampire!Eddie Munson x reader

Multiple characters ✨

The perfect life by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Dark!Steve x You x Dark!Bucky

Traditional by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers

Fuck up the friendship by @summerofsnowflakes

College!SoccerPlayer!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader and College!SoccerPlayer!Steve x Fem!Reader

[snufflet]

Stardust Reblog Challenge Masterlist

Back in august I decided to join in on the fun and love fest that is the stardust reblog challenge hosted by the lovly @natrace :)

Within this masterlist I will try and sort the fics by month I read them in and by fandom. Mostly you will find MCU fics in here with either Steve or Bucky as the main character, maybe even both. But I do also sometimes read other quite random stuff.

Show them some love and heed the warnings provided. If you are a minor please follow any 18+ plus warnings and just read something else.

september fics

MCU

Bucky x Reader

Kiss Me Like You Mean It (Biker!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Wedding Plans by @angrythingstarlight

Birthday Debriefing (Birthday!Reader) by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

day one: fingers (Tattooartist!Bucky) by @buckycuddlebuddy

Hungry by @mollygetssherlockcoffee

Personal Sessions (MMA!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Scar tissue by @fandoms-writings

Why do you care? by @black-mistress-of-evil

Pierced through and through (TFATWS!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

What makes a Woman by @motsdouxdejanie

With all my love by @summerofsnowflakes

Love at First Grade (Single Dad!Teacher!Bucky, Single Mom!CEO!Reader) by @buckysimp101 (Parts 19, 20, Epilogue and Deleted Scene 1 read as part of the challenge)

Everything the Light touches (mafia!Bucky) by @buckysimp101 (Parts 1, 2, 3 and 4 read as part of the challenge)

Unnamed HC (baker!Bucky, biker!Bucky, mafia!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Unnamed NSFW drabble (lumberjack!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Unnamed Drabble (beefy lumberjack!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Is it a crime (mob boss!Bucky, mob boss!Reader) by @crazyunsexycool (Part 3 read as part of the challenge)

Once upon a time (librarian!Bucky) by @navybrat817

Something Domestic (ex-military amputee!Bucky) by @fandoms-writings (Epilogue read as part of the challenge)

Steve x Reader

can't keep my hands to myself (Retired!dbf!Steve) by @christywantspizza

Happy Dirthday Doll (Birthday!Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan

The Cheerleader (dilf!Steve) by @kinanabinks

You got to my head (Pre-Serum!Steve; tall!Reader) by @barnesmurdock

Patch up (scientist!Reader) by @tooearlyforthis

Unnamed Drabble (mafia!Steve) by @angrythingstarlight

Breach of contract (Senator!Steve) by @imaginedreamwrite (Part 4 read as part of the challenge)

Unnamed Drabble (40s!Steve) by @sanguineterrain

Stucky x Reader

Unnamed Drabble by @becca-e-barnes

In a motel (dom!Steve, sub!Bucky) by @disasterofastory

Misc. fandoms

The Red Sea Diving Resort

Oh So Tempting (Ari Levinson x agent!Reader) by @justalonelyslytherin

TopGun

Falling in and out of love (Maverick x Reader) by @youlightmeupfinn (Part 8 read as part of the challenge)

Logan Lucky

The crash (Dayton White x Reader) by @fictional-affairs

The Fantastic Four (2005 film)

Unnamed Drabble (silverfox!Johnny Storm x Sugar baby) by @imaginedreamwrite

Another unnamed drabble (silverfox!Johnny Storm x Sugar baby) by @imaginedreamwrite

Once Upon a Time

Unnamed Drabble (sorcerer!Jefferson x familiar!Reader) by @imaginedreamwrite

october fics

november fics

december fics

[imaginedreamwrite]

I know that 'Here's Your Perfect' is new series, but I just can't control myself, because the plot is another of your magical gift to us. So, if it is okay, for Silverfox Sunday a moment from their earlier stage of marriage. After toxic treatment from her family as well as society Reader, I imagine, isn't very comfortable with receiving attention from such handsome men and shy away from even harmless attempt of flirting. So, when in the morning she is greeted with Ari in his luxurious robes with handsome face and beard, she gets very flustered. After their little 'conversation' she is mess, so she goes outside to get some fresh air. That is bad idea because Bucky is there - training in the yard with young squire just in thin tunic (or without 😏). And he also won't waste an opportunity to greet his lady.

It was quiet in the room when you had woken from the restful nights sleep, with no indication Ari or Bucky had been here at all until you had witnessed the brand new textured dress that had been left for you, bound by silk.

You rose from the bed, the chemise you’d worn falling loosely down to your knees. Your hands feel shaky as you wipe them down the front, swallowing thickly before you reached out toward the dress. Your fingertips graze the embroidery as you fawn and deeply admire the colour and the nature of the gift. There is nothing unimpressive about the dress, nothing blasé or ordinary, its a breathtaking gift.

You know it will flatter you well, just as you know that its meant to transform you into a living goddess. It was their intent to make you look breathtaking, to make you feel as good as they knew you had.

“This is…” you admired, trailing your fingers over folded the sleeves before you had undid the binds, holding it up to your body with a bright, small smile, “…beautiful.”

Your smile was genuine and your heart felt light, immensely touched by the gifts that had been left for you every day for the last few days. It was a stark reminder that you weren’t under your parents thumb, you weren’t clutched in their venomous grasp.

“Do you like it, my love?” You startled and the dress has nearly fallen from your hands when Ari had stepped into the room.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t know if I could touch it.” You statuettes, nervous about his prompt approach as he closed the door and walked toward you.

He was dressed in rich colours, a dark red tunic that had been marked with gold trim and buttons. A brief appearance of a white linen undershirt had been left open, giving you an impeccable peek at his thick chest and the presence of hair that trailed below.

Ari’s hair was brushed out of his face, his jawline accentuated by the mix of silver-greys, and his natural colour. He had reminded you of a sleek fox you’d seen in the winter a few times, the frisky and playful animal darting in and out of bushes to trap prey.

“It’s a gift.” Ari crooned, stepping toward you then bending to pick it up from the floor. “Let me help you get dressed.”

You turned for him, allowed him to help you slip the dress up and over your chemise. You felt his nimble, soft fingers tracing your exposed flesh as his warm breath caressed your neck. He tightened the dress around you, securing it on your body while letting you know exactly how desirable he had found you.

“There is nothing about you I would change.” “You are everything we’ve ever wanted.” “Your beauty is everlasting.” “You could make Aphrodite envious.”

Your breath hitched in your throat with every word, your body engulfed in flames as every sweet compliment had settled into your flesh.

“There would never be anyone else we could want.” Ari had finished with a soft display, with a tender kiss pressed to the inside of your wrist. “You are our darling.”

“Forgive me,” your chest rose and fell with every sharp breathe, “I’m sorry…I need air…”

You fled the room, scurrying from Ari as he watched on with a chuckle falling from his lips. You didn’t stop your flighty traverse until you had reached the door that led to the stables and the barn.

You had flown out of the estate with such vigour in order to clear your head, the door had slammed against the outer wall. You came to a direct and jolting stop at the sound and sight of clashing metal. Your eyes had grown wide and your heart was thrashing in its cage the longer you had watched your second husband.

He was without a shirt, bare chested with beads of sweat rolling down his shoulders and pectorals. He had raised his sword with ease and brought it down upon a recruit who had blocked it at the last moment. His hair was damp, tied at the nape of his neck and a scowl had appeared on his face.

However it had all changed when you audibly gasped and stepped back, running into Ari’s warm body.

“Y/N,” Bucky had turned toward you, sheathing his sword with ease, “are you alright, darling?”

“Our gift looks good on her.” Ari had praised you again, settling his hands upon your shoulders.

“I’m heading to town, dewdrop.” He kissed your head again, mumbling into your hair. “Bucky will be around, I should be back by evening.”

“Leaving?” You muttered, still captivated by Bucky’s broad and bare chest, studying the scars that had healed yet not faded, “why…?”

“I have business in town, beautiful.” Ari had raised your hand and kissed your knuckles delicately. “You’ll be safe with Bucky.”

When Ari had brushed past you and left you standing on the back steps of the house, Bucky had closed the distance.

“Milady,” his squire had bowed his head and greet you with upmost respect, “good morning to you.”

“Are you alright?” Bucky stepped before you, warm hands cupping your cheeks. “Are you frightened…?”

He and Ari were both littered with grey and silver, both brilliant men who were equally gorgeous. They were strong and brave, capable of amassing great respect amongst people they met.

And they both wanted you.

“Y-yes,” your voice shook and your belly had been brimming with heat that had carried forth between your legs, “I was just caught by surprise…”

“Training and swordsmanship isn’t for the gentler sexes-“

“Watch your tongue, boy.” Bucky immediately cut him off, eyes flashing with ire.

“I’m sorry,” he bowed his head again and apologized immediately, “I never meant disrespect.”

“Have you eaten? You must be hungry. Let’s go inside, you can eat.”

“You we’re busy…”

“Session over.” Bucky made the command though his squire had already been gathering his things, tucking them into a linen bag. “We’ll continue tomorrow.”

[imaginedreamwrite]

Maybe, I'm moving too fast, but I was thinking about Here's Your Perfect (because I absolutely love it) and came up with a headcanon for the future of the triad. Reader family's treatment destroyed her self-esteem not only in a sense that she disliked her body/didn't consider herself beautiful, but also in a sense that her only worth was (if she ever married - because even that was questionable at the time) her womb.

When Ari and Bucky take away her from her family, they both introduce her to their line of 'work'. And after some time passes, after she felt comfortable within walls of their house and their arms, she starts to participate in their 'businesses'.

It could start with Ari - he probably receives shit ton of letters, spends a lot of time in his study. Reader from time to time kept him company and he told her about lords with whom he is constantly in contact, some other useful people, told her about usual requests he dealing with and so on. And after some time she starts to help him. While I do think Ari has some sort of 'secretary', he still reads and answers letters himself. I imagine that Reader got proper education and can read and write, so she starts to read for him the letters, discuss them with him and sometimes writes response, so Ari only has to put his signature.

Then, maybe, when he is away, she gains confidence in running the household (which isn't easy task, because they probably live in a castle or other big building) and dealing with request from villagers living nearby. When time passes, maybe, some lords starts writing to her trying to gain connection to Lord Levinson, but Reader isn't that stupid.

With Bucky it's different - I don't think he would ever let her be near combat, but he probably could teach her about smithcraft or horse breeding. And while traveling with Ari, she could visit market where she meets smith whose work is beautiful and clean (based on Reader judgement and knowledge Bucky provided) or on some farm she sees beautiful strong mare and meet a farmer who breed horses (judging by horses' health - very successfully). Reader is quick to write to Bucky about these acquaintances, so Bucky could use this information to hire someone or buy quality weapons and horses.

In conclusion, I think after some time Reader not only will become a well-loved woman, but also girl boss. And her men are very proud - she is beautiful, she is smart and most importantly - she is their.

I love this 😍 They know she is so much more than a womb, even when they have kids they’ll think and know that she has so much more value than her parents put on her

“Ari?” The candlelight glows softly, illuminating the pages he had set before him, the ink pot to the left had gone unused in the last few moments.

“Dewdrop,” he raised his head and turned his body toward you, eyes running up and down your frame as a soft smile formed, “hello beautiful.”

“Can I…keep you company?” You enter the study, testing the waters and his limits your fears that he could or would kick you out was bubbling in your belly. “I notice you spend a lot of time here and-“

“Come, love.” He beckons you closer, edging you toward him. “I’ll show you what I’m doing.”

You expect him to make you stand, you don’t expect him to pull you into his lap and settle the curve of your backside firmly against his groin. His hands hold your hips, they steadily centre your body against his so he can rest his chin on your shoulder. He is embracing you to the fullest and most intimate extent while you feel his chest rising and falling against your back with every breath. You can smell the faint scent of smoke and ash, the embers from the fireplace conductively attached to his body from when he stoked the fire in your room. His beard is well-maintained yet thick, and it brushes against his lips as he speaks softly.

“Is it truly okay?” You were questioning him as well as yourself, feeling as if there was another shoe yet to drop.

“You are always welcome where I am.” Ari shifts and shuffles papers on the desk before he finally settles on a thick piece of parchment, fine ink scrawled long the paper. “Requisitions and requests for funding, for greater amounts of food and livestock.”

“And from others?”

“Nobles who think they’re starving, who claim they can’t feed their families and yet they attend and host lavish parties.” Ari had sighed impatiently and set one letter down for another. “Then there are some who want to do good for the people in their towns, they are the ones I help first.”

“And you…respond to everyone of them?” You looked back at him, heat blooming between your thighs from the intense way he was looking at you.

“Eventually, love.” He leans forward, bumping his nose against yours as he steals a kiss and slips his hands around your hips to your stomach. “Would you like to help me?”

“I can help you?” You question again, slowly getting off his lap, only for him to allow you to sit in his place. “You want my help?”

“I could use it if you have time?” Ari turns and reaches for a side table, grabbing a bundle of letters tied with twine. “I have a lot to do, and I could use the company. And an extra set of hands.”

You look between Ari and the bundle in his hands, your teeth clamping down on the inside of your cheek. You had never once been granted access to anything that was deemed less than important, and while you had learned to read and write, you were cast off into the shadows just as quickly. You had never been told you were important enough for tasks like this and yet Ari was asking for your help.

“I can help, I can try.” You reached for the bundle, hooking your fingers around the twine. “What do you need me to do?”

“I need you to open the first few letters and read them to me, so i can start working on responses.” Ari had addressed you with nothing less than devout and upmost respect and care, giving you a task that was neither demeaning nor menial.

“I can do that.” Your response was soft, and you had quickly undone the twine that held the letters, reaching for the first on top of the stack. You used the dull knife he had grabbed to open the letters and broke the wax seal, unfolding the paper in your hands. You began reading the letter starting with the greeting, watching Ari out of the corner of your eyes, his hand tucked under his chin as he listened to you.

The fallen and dried out branches had crunched beneath your feet as you crossed the distance from the back of the house to the stables and pen that was built with sturdy wood, your attention firmly set upon Bucky. He had been paying special attention to a horse in the pen, a bridle made of thick leather set around the horse’s muzzle.

The horse was a beast, at least 19 hands tall with strength in its body that was clear to you, even if you had little experience with horses. It was standing close to Bucky as he studied and ran his hand over the horse’s neck, the dark hair and coat of the horse reminded you of darkened ash, not quite black and not a true grey but somewhere in between. It was a beast but it was beautiful, and it made even Bucky look small in comparison to its strength and towering body.

“Come closer, he won’t hurt you.” Bucky had motioned you over with one hand remaining on the horse’s neck and the other waving you toward him. “She looks big but she’s a gentle giant.”

“She?” You were surprised to hear him speak the feminine word instead of what you had expected, and that had only made the horse seem more amazing than before.

“She,” Bucky had watched you opening the gate for the pen before you stepped in and closed it behind you, “is a gift.”

“A gift?” You pondered, slowly and anxiously treading toward him. “You got her as a gift?”

“I’m a mercenary, or I was. Once I decided I was done, I wanted to continue a trade. Horse breeding, raising horses, it’s what I love to do.” Bucky had reached for your hand, holding it out toward the horse to get used to your scent, keeping you close by.

“You surprise me.” You muttered, studying Bucky in a new light.

He was a man who was raised and made a living on fighting, he was as beastly as the horse had first appeared to be. However like the giant before you, Bucky was more than he appeared to be. He had put his skills into training new men to fight and defend, but he had also taken great care of livestock and horses as a trade-off livelihood.

“She’s gentle,” he set your hand upon her nose and muzzle, rubbing your hand softly upon her hair as she stood patiently, “she wouldn’t dare hurt you.”

“You got her as a gift..?” You side-eyed him, not entirely comfortable with taking your eyes off her yet.

“A wedding present of sorts.” Bucky had stepped behind you, his hands resting on your hips and you had wondered if he was going to embrace you but rather, he had lifted you in one fell swoop and placed you upon her back. You squeaked in response and she had shifted under your weight, not out of fright but more as an acknowledgment.

“You’re doing good but you need to relax.” Bucky had stepped to the side, one hand upon her neck and the other on your thigh. “Just breathe, she won’t hurt you.”

“Bucky I don’t-“ Your eyes grew wide and you fearfully looked down at him.

“Would you like to take her for a ride?” He pat her neck and squeezed your thigh. “She’s a gentle giant-“

“No, no, no-“

“I’ll come with you,” he hummed, his lips stretched into a soft smile before he had effortlessly drew himself up onto her back in one fell swoop, settling himself behind you, “are you less frightened now?”

“I wish,” you swallowed thickly, “I could tell you yes.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you, I’m right here for you.” Bucky had let out a sharp whistle, the sound bringing a young man straight from the stables. he had scurried to the pen and opened it for the two of you, bowing his head to you and to Bucky. “Let’s go for a tour of the back property. I want to show you something.”

[imaginedreamwrite]

Here’s Your Perfect: Part 2

The lord’s manor was alight with buzzing gossip from ladies in waiting, the few that had been far friendlier to you than most.

Your father had been commissioned to create a few gifts for a visiting Lord of the north and his mate, the two alphas’ journey to the south wasn’t just meant to be a social visit. The Lord was making an appearance in the south to refortify some business contracts and negotiations.

At the news of their arrival, your father, mother, brother and yourself were invited to stay in the Lord’s manor alongside a few chosen guests. The chosen few to stay were on the cusp of being part of the nobility, albeit the lower ranks, and their appearance would have looked good for the Lord of the south.

In preparation for staying at the manor and attending the balls that were being held for Lord Levinson and Knight Barnes, your mother had given your brother and yourself intense lectures about acting accordingly.

Your brother was meant to secure a strong match with one of the noble daughters, a guarantee that your parents would scratch and crawl their way up the social ladder. Your brother had enough charm and charisma to gain the high class and unattached ladies, and he certainly had experience fooling around behind your parent’s backs.

If the maids that worked in the tavern had been any indication then your brother had quite the reputation for being a man of ill-morals.

Still, it was all fine for your brother to bed as many low-class women as he wanted as long as he still managed to marry a fine woman.

“As for you,” your mother had chided you, scornfully studying you with distaste, “I think you should find yourself sparse. No noblemen would be encouraged to be wed to an omega like you lest he be under the guise of alcohol.”

The sharp tongue and blistering insult had once upon a time rendered you a sullen mess while you struggled to gain your mother’s affection, your father’s devotion or your brother’s care.

You had learned to resign yourself to being the blackened stain upon your family’s legacy, the future of being a drunkard’s wife or a common whore was almost a guarantee for yourself. Unless your mother and father could find a man and alpha willing to take you upon themselves as nothing more than a tool for their pleasure, you would become any man’s toy.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten mother, fade into the background and pretend I’m no more important than a phantom.” You had long since come to accept your place as the lingering letdown of your family.

You had given your mother exactly what you wanted once it was announced that tea was going to be served in the sitting room, the first event to welcome the Lord and mercenary, or Knight depending on who you spoke to, to the manor. You had departed like your mother wished, armed with a book and a small satchel of fruit you had left the manor to seek your escape into the garden.

The skirts of your dress trailed with you as you took the path from the back entrance to the endearing peacefulness of the florals and fauna. You had come upon a stone bench set between a wooden arch decorated with fauna and greenery, the delicate nature of the growing vines providing as much comfort as the quietude had.

You had unfolded your book and sank to the bench with the book held in your hands, your eyes reading the ink upon the book as you entered your world and forgot what was happening around you.

Your only distraction had come an hour later when the scent of alpha had permeated the hedges to settle upon your senses. You had found yourself less interested in the book as you were in the lingering alpha nearby, finding that his scent was far less egregious than others you had come across.

“I thought everyone was invited to the party, and here you’re hiding out.” The voice was husky and deep, almost as rich as pure honey as he crooned with natural seduction.

He was standing on the other side of the living wall, the towering hedges that had acted as a topiary maze, and from your secondhand experience had been a good place for couples to hide away for sensual and private moments.

You paused mid-sentence and bit down on the inside of your cheek, humming under your breath as the scent had become thicker, radiating as if the alpha speaking from the other side of the living wall was projecting his natural pheromones as some kind of calling card.

It was a direct response to you as an omega, an alpha who was in the presence of an unmarked omega. You knew you could have felt some integral glimmer of anticipation and fear at the prospect of being so close to a mated alpha, however between his scent and the sound of his voice you were rather curious.

“I’m not one for these kinds of parties.” You snapped the book shut with a click, beginning to rise to your feet when another scent encroached upon you. “It’s the same people and the same conversations, a kind of pissing contest to see whose ego is bigger.”

The alpha had laughed, his voice thick and heady, and you were well aware of his footsteps echoing on the stone path as he started to move. You hadn’t recognized the scent nor the alpha who was speaking, and you had blamed the hedge between you for the boldness in your voice. If he couldn’t see you then he couldn’t determine whose charge you were in.

“A pissing contest?” He was coming close and you’d risen to your feet, still holding the book open to not lose your place, taking two steps for every three of his.

His scent reminded you of the early morning fog that sometimes swept across the ground in early fall, the dense clouds that were nothing more than air slipping through your fingers. This alpha’s scent was being pushed outward toward you and yet it hadn’t carried the overpowering or cringe-inducing pungency like so many other alphas.

This man’s scent was strong, it was an indication of the kind of alpha this man was and the power he heralded but there wasn’t an unlimited ego clinging to the edges.

“I suppose you find it crude.” You turned the corner taking a wide berth around the path you thought he would be taking, further entering the maze. “My mother is always telling me to mind my tongue.”

“I find it amusing.” You faltered, stopping dead when you registered another alphas scent infiltrating your nose, the adjacent power and potency as the second had been as alluring as the first.

They were integrated, engrained indicating that they were mates. The two alphas, both males, had a woven bond that was encased in metal, unbreakable and unwavering.

“I feel outnumbered.” You chimed, still feeling safe enough despite being caught with two alphas somewhere around you.

The two alphas hanging around in the garden hadn’t triggered your fight or flight instincts, their presence hadn’t made you feel as if you were being closed in on. You had almost felt more at ease with their presence here than without, and that security had your hindbrain scrambled. You didn’t know what to expect or anticipate with the two alphas, however, you didn’t immediately think you were in danger.

“Are you frightened?” The second had spoken, the second alpha’s voice as rich and suave as the first.

“Should I be?” You called out to them, their footsteps on stone coming almost in synch with your own as you turned another corner to head back to the entrance of the Lord’s manor. “Are you giving me a reason to be scared?”

The silence was pensive and it was oddly comforting, like being in the presence of an old friend that enjoyed the quietude as much as you had.

“Y/N!” The silence was golden until it was tarnished by the sound of your mother’s voice and the assault of her altered and artificial scent, the pungency irritating your nose. “Come here, now!”

The alphas had silenced themselves, even their footsteps had been stalled, they had resisted moving but you could still pinpoint their scents among the natural essence of the fauna.

“Mother, I was making myself invisible as you wanted. Out of sight and out of the minds of others.” You quipped, scurrying out of the maze-like garden straight to him.

She had put her hands on your arms and shook you once, her cathartic display of irritation with you as she dragged you behind her to the French doors leading to the manor was ritualistic at best. It was a common occurrence for your mother to be annoyed by your presence even if you were doing exactly what she wanted.

“Your brother is contending to court some noblemen’s daughters,” your mother looked upon you with disgust, her eyes narrowed as she studied the plain and simple dress you had worn, the contexture was meant to hide much of your body as possible, “and you…you could have a future as a fisherman’s wife.”

“Or his whore.” Your self-deprecating comment was one that you had heard many times over from your mother, father and brother.

As a woman and omega, who was neither delicate in size nor your composure, there was little hope for your future.

You were an omega who carried more weight than other women, you were an omega who was looked down upon because of your appearance and the manner in which you carried yourself. There were so many more omegas who were far more delicate and elegant than you, so many more omegas who were highly sought after.

“You should be lucky to get a single offer to be married and if you can’t find yourself a husband and mate, then you can consider yourself a common whore for anyone with a cock.” Your mother spoke lewdly, terribly detrimental to you as she yanked you out of the garden back into the manor.

The taste of fruit on your tongue was almost as delectable as the soft stroke of his fingers against your arm as he drew you toward the edge of the stream, the stop coming to a near end.

You had brushed your hand down the front of your dress and then took a step forward, the crunch of stones under your boots was the precursor to the splash of the water. You had stepped into the stream and reached down into the water, closing your hand around a small freshwater minnow, and when you had stood properly, you felt the steady hands of Bucky upon your hips.

“You caught a minnow with your bare hands,” he observed, pressing his chest against your back and dusting his lips against the shell of your ear, “how did you do that?”

“I spent a lot of my childhood, and adulthood, alone. I spent more time reading and running wild in the woods on the back half of the village behind my mother’s back.” You opened your hands watching the minnow in your palms for a moment before you bent back down and let it go free, watching the small fish swim away from you.

“You didn’t deserve any of the treatment inflicted upon you.” Ari had called from the far left, his hands brushing down the horses’ necks as they ate the small bushel of oats set before them. “You will never be treated like that again.”

“Why didn’t you ever find an omega before?” You questioned Ari and Bucky as you stepped out of the stream, shaking the ends of your skirt off, neither caring about the dirt that would cling to the ends or the nature of you willingly getting your hands on a fish in the way you had.

If your mother would have seen you, she would have struck you with her hand for causing you to embarrass yourself and her. She would’ve taken a few weeds to your backside despite being a grown woman, and an omega who could make her own decisions.

“Bucky had been stuck in the arena for longer than he wanted, and when he was out he had become a mercenary for hire earning himself the reputation of The Winter Soldier but with it had come certain hesitating perceptions.” Ari had stepped away from the horses and bent to retrieve the satchels that contained their tools.

“Not many omegas would willingly be happy living in the North with a man who had killed many before with his bare hands.”

“That seems like it would be less of a deterrent,” you hummed under your breath, studying the faint scars upon his hands and forearms, the signs of his successful career as a brute, “and more of an incentive.”

“We are glad we waited.” His hands felt rough and heavy against your cheeks as he cupped your flesh and tilted your head, his blue eyes studying and analyzing you with warmth. “You are the perfect omega.”

“You’re the only offer I would have received.” You stated, pulling away from Bucky when his gaze had become too intense, too captivating for you to hold without having your stomach flip end over end. “No one else was willing to put up with me.”

“Put up with you?” Ari’s gentility had taken a hard edge, his hands stalling during the process of him closing the top of the satchel.

His blue-green eyes were much darker than before, and the flare of his nostrils had you wondering if you had personally crossed a line. It wouldn’t have been the first time that you would have said something that angered those around you, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last.

You had broken eye contact with Ari before he stood fully, and looked back over your shoulder toward Bucky. His eyes weren’t nearly as dark at the moment as Ari’s were and he hadn’t appeared to have taken such a stark offence to the claim as Ari had.

However, you had seen the subtle shake of his fingers as he continued to tie his hair behind his head, the thin leather strip holding Bucky’s dark brown and silver streaked hair out of his face.

“Put up with you?” Ari questioned again, the physical appearance of him now had sent a shiver, not out of fear but out of appreciation for this massive alpha who was standing straight and tall.

He, like Bucky, hadn’t appeared to hold any kind of disparaging ire toward you although it was clear that Ari in the basest possible manner had taken offence to your statement.

“It’s clear that you weren’t shown your true value and treated as well as you should have been dewdrop.” Ari had exhaled in a huff, his eyes still darkening despite his voice starting t even out and return to the honey-laced words you were getting used to.

His anger, his vehement ire was aimed directly toward everyone who had done you wrong, and Ari had taken offence for you.

“That’s all going to change,” Ari’s tone of voice had produced another shiver, another illusive surge of promise and pleasure to come, “you are ours now. You are our omega and we are going to show you how much you mean to us, how valuable and precious you are.”

Bucky had agreed with Ari, giving him a subtle and soft kiss on the lips before Bucky loaded the satchels and bags again. Bucky had communicated seamlessly with Ari, a synonymous effort to undo all the bitter and unrelenting toxicity that had been inflicted upon you.

You were no longer going to be treated like you were a problem. You were going to be treated like you were the missing piece in their universe, the one they knew they always needed.

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Here’s Your Perfect

Prologue Part 1 Part 2

Summary: With a history of being passed over and unwanted, you find yourself with no prospects for marriage. Seemingly doomed to be a woman of ill-repute when your mother and father ultimately get tired of you being around, you expect the upcoming social season to be your last before you’re cast out.

You are not the lithe and delicate woman most men have come to desire. You are a plus-sized woman in a society with men that crave and desire women with gentle curves. Not like what afflicts you.

In your forced quietude and demure state, you find solace in the study surrounded by books. Never the first choice, hardly the third or fourth.

With the only prospects available to you seem to be the drunken merchants by the docks, your future seems bleak. Until your mother and father inform you that they have received a dowry of sorts for your hand in marriage, an offer from two older men who have found themselves lacking a wife.

The conditions are set, the men have come to retrieve their bride and you are stalwartly surprised to find yourself at the centre of two powerful men’s desires. Your future husbands bear a great reputation and they will seek nothing less than your unreserved happiness.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Could we please get a snippet of something the Silverfox Club would say to their girls? Something just they could say?

Okay!

Silverfox!Andy & his women’s rights advocate girlfriend: “I’ve known men who haven’t had half the balls you have. Give them hell.”

Silverfox!Bucky & his assistant!Reader: “You spend a lot of time biting your lip, why don’t you take a break and nibble on something else?”

Silverfox!Ari & his baker!Reader: “I don’t know what’s more addicting, this game of cat & mouse we’re playing or the sound you make when I catch you.”

Silverfox!engineer!Jake & his single mom!Reader: “No one gets to call you a MILF…except me. You’re my MILF.”

[imaginedreamwrite]

wedding Wednesday with here’s your perfect?

“What is that?” You question the maids of the estate as you stare at the bust that a gorgeous and stunning dress is laid upon.

“I’m sorry…?” The head maid looks taken back, confused even more.

“Forgive us, milady...” a title you’re not used to yet has fallen from her lips and she bows her head in respect despite telling her she didn’t need to do that. “Lord Levinson asked that we brought this in.”

“This?”

“A gift from the Lord and Sir Barnes,” the head maid licked her lips almost anxiously, “a wedding dress.”

You stare at the dress, confused and conflicted by the gown with elegant beading and draping sleeves. The lace that marks the material in sleek elegance seems fit for a queen and you can’t imagine a gown such as this as yours.

“That can’t be mine. It’s too much.” Your comment sends the maid’s off into a kind of tizzy as they speak back and forth in a language you can’t understand and then she sighs.

“I assure you this is yours. Its a gift, a gown for your marriage.” The head maid is not annoyed or transgressed by your rebuttal, rather she seems empathetic.

“For me? Truly?” You step toward the dress and gently touch the beading and the lace, the fine material that will be set upon your body for the wedding waiting for you.

“A gift from Lord Levinson and Sir Barnes-“

“Thank you,” you exhale slowly, “thank them for me. Please.”

You clasp your hands in front of you and bite down on your bottom lip to stem the eagerness to immediately don the dress. Never in your life had you received such gifts, such a beautiful dress as a gift from your future husbands was debilitating.

You didn’t know whether you should pinch yourself and rouse from the dream you thought you were in, or fully embrace the new life they were going to be giving you.

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Another month, another rec list! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 💐

Bucky Barnes ✨

Lay me down by @navybrat817

Vampire Mob!Bucky Barnes x Gifted!Female Reader

Pinot noir by @cryptidcasanova

Detective!Bucky x Reader

Awake my soul by @foreverindreamlandd

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Bring your wife to work day by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Bucky x Reader 'Sugar'

Hunger by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x female reader

Tension by @bucky-barnes-diaries

CollegeProfessor!Bucky x Student!Female!Reader

What's cookin' good lookin' by @slyyywriting

Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Shallow(s) by @late-to-the-party-81

Beach Lifeguard Ari x Beach Lifeguard Reader

Sleepy hollow by @onsunnyside

Stalker!Ari Levinson x reader (College AU)

Feels so right by @geminixevans-stan

Mechanic!Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Not the type by @quinnsbower

eddie munson x fem!reader

Just a reminder by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Red light at the bowling alley by @chaseadrian

eddie munson x f!reader

Start me up by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader (Mechanic AU)

Dealers choice by @ohcaptains

eddie munson x female! reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Overstimulation by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Steve Rogers x Agent!Reader

Ethereal by @oh-my-damn

TWS!Steve Rogers x neighbor!reader

The unexpected valentine by @cockslutpadalecki

SilverFox!CEO!Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Andy Barber ✨

Preliminary by @navybrat817

Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Female Reader

Sweet heartache by @oh-my-damn

DA!Andy Barber x Intern!Reader

Steve Harrington ✨

It's nights like these by @supernovafics

steve harrington x fem!reader

Multiple characters ✨

Private party by @late-to-the-party-81

Steve x Reader (established), Bucky x Reader x Sam

The perfect life by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Dark!Steve x You x Dark!Bucky

A price to pay by @navybrat817

Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

[imaginedreamwrite]

Here’s a list of what we have for our Silverfox club so far:

Silverfox!Andy Barber x women’s rights advocate!Reader—reader runs some women’s shelters with Andy’s help, she is the mother hen of her group and they first meet Andy when they go out together as a group (Andy is out with the other Silverfox men and they end up at the same place, she is with the girls)

Silverfox!engineer!Jake Jensen x single mom!Reader—Jake’s ability to engineer and create incredibly toys for her kids starts them out on a path from friends to lovers, and as he always wanted kids he is an incredible father to her babies

Silverfox!congressman!Bucky Barnes x assistant!Reader—Bucky meets reader during a meeting with Andy, first becoming entranced by Barber’s assistant yet doesn’t purse her until Bucky sees her again at a party where she’s having girls night with the other SFC’s chosen girls

Silverfox!bodyguard!Ari Levinson x baker!Reader—met through Andy’s girl and Bucky’s, frequented the bakery nearby the congressman’s office to grab delicious sweets and coffee

Silverfox!bodyguard!Ari Levinson x baker!Reader — the one time she can’t run away from Ari

Silverfox!bodyguard!Ari Levinson x baker!Reader — Ari redecorates the bakery

[imaginedreamwrite]

Countdown To Halloween — masterlist

Day 1 — plan your Halloween costume

Jake & Princess werewolf!Ari & Sweetpea (luna)

LMF pack discuss their costumes

asylum!Steve Rogers x nurse!Reader

Day 2 — Boo or Booze your neighbour

Silverfox!Bucky Barnes & younger (lab tech) reader

Day 3 — Decorate your house

Teacher!Andy Barber x plus-sized!Reader x teacher!Curtis Everett asylum!Steve Rogers x nurse!Reader

Day 4 — Make a Halloween themed treat

werewolf!Ari Levinson x luna!Reader (sweetpea)

werewolf!Ari Levinson x luna!Reader (Sweetpea) drabble #2

Day 5 — Visit a haunted house

Ari and ice princess visit a haunted house

Day 6 — plan a trip to the pumpkin patch

Ransom and Marshmallow pick pumpkins

Lloyd & pumpkin

Day 7 — paint your pumpkin

Steve and Bucky show off their painted pumpkins (wildest dreams)

Silverfox!biker!Steve Rogers helps paint pumpkins with reader’s kindergarten class

Day 8 — carve a Jack O’Lantern

Winter and reader carve pumpkins

Day 9 — Make a pumpkin flavoured treat

Honeybee and Ari invite fae!bucky and his mate over

Day 10 — host a Halloween themed brunch

Steve/Thor/Bucky/Logan find reader at a diner hosting a Halloween themed day

Day 11 — Play a Halloween themed game

Andy and Curtis join reader and her third grade class for games

Day 12 — Read a Halloween book

Steve comfort Bucky and omega bean after they read a scary book

Day 13 — Host a Halloween movie night

Sweetpea and a friend watch scary movies

Day 14 — watch Hocus Pocus

LOTB Reader and alphas watch Hocus Pocus with their pups

Day 15 — make a delicious Halloween themed breakfast

Wyoming and Noah make breakfast for Steve

Day 16 — attend a Halloween festival

Jefferson and his familiar

Day 17 — Make a Halloween snack board

Pipsqueak makes a snack board for Nick’s team

Day 18 — make a Halloween cocktail

Jake and Pretty Girl go to a private cocktail tasting with themed drinks

Day 19 — Go trunk or treating

Ari and the hockey boys host trunk or treating

Steve and Bucky and omega bean go trunk and treating

Day 20 — Listen to a Halloween playlist

Jake and baby bear listen to a Halloween playlist

Day 21 — Create a Halloween Craft

Kitty!Reader makes Curtis & Jefferson flower crowns

Day 22 — Walk around your neighbourhood looking for decorations

Alpha!Ari & alpha!Steve go on a walk with reader and their pups

Day 23 — Make candy apples

Reader helps biker!Curtis’ kids make candy apples

Day 24 — make a gingerbread haunted house

Steve and Bucky buy reader a gingerbread house to decorate

Day 25 — tell spooky stories

Nanny!Reader defends Theo and James when someone tries to scare them

Steve and Bucky scare omega bean with scary stories

Day 26 — have a Halloween photo shoot

Sweetpea surprises Ari with a Halloween pregnancy announcement

Reader and Becca take a photoshoot of Becca in her Winter Soldier costume

Day 27 — attend a costume parade

Steve and reader help Noelle get ready for her pre-school costume parade

Day 28 — Attend a Halloween party

Plus-size!Reader is stopped from going to a party when her boyfriend sees her costume

[imaginedreamwrite]

Alpha!silverfox!Steve Rogers

Asylum!Steve Rogers and nurse!Reader

Brave New World

Breathe You In

Curtis & Mousey

Jake Jensen & Pretty Girl

Jake Jensen & Princess

Lloyd & Pumpkin

Lycan!Steve Rogers & barista!Reader

Photo ask game drabbles

Silverfox!professor!Ari Levinson & his librarian

Silverfox!Bucky & Sweet Girl

Silverfox!Johnny Storm & Little flame

Silverfox!mechanic!Steve Rogers x nurse!Reader

Silverfox!paramedic!Bucky Barnes & Bambi

Werewolf!Ari Levinson & Sweetpea

Wildest Dreams

Six sentence smut — thick thighs, Stucky x reader

Johnny & Jake & plus-sized reader

Sugar & Spice welcome home Wednesday

Thick thighs save lives take out Tuesday

Mob!Andy & mob!Lloyd

Three reasons why…YAY Steve

Three reasons why…BB&B

Jefferson gets angry and runs off his cat familiar

Colin Shea hockey

Werewolf!Ari sleepy Sunday

Monster match-up orc!Curtis Everett

White werewolf!Bucky Barnes

Lycan!skinny!Steve Rogers

Lucas Lee university soulmate

Bucky and his ex wife (Bucky is an asshole)

Bucky loses Reader (Once Bitten, Twice Shy)

Steve x reader x Natasha (bisexual!reader)

Fae!Stucky find cat!shifter!Reader

Silverfox!Ransom Drysdale meets reader’s child

Silverfox!Nick Fowler

BT Ransom takes his omegas shopping

Chubby!Bucky takes care of Becca while reader’s gone

Demon!Curtis Everett x human!Reader

Death!Bucky Barnes x life!Reader

Demon!Curtis confronts readers ex

Pipsqueak makes a good tray for Nick and the team

Fae!Jefferson and his reader go to a festival

Construction!alpha!Curtis Everett

Nick introduces pipsqueak to his teammates

Silverfox!Nick Fowler

Kitty!Reader is saved and housed by fae!Curtis, her defender when Jefferson comes to collect her

Ceo!Ari meets plus-sized!Reader at her bakery

Alpha!biker!Steve and alpha!biker!Ari meet pregnant!omega!Reader

Chris Evans (rpf) x pregnant!one night stand!Reader

Demon!Curtis teases reader

Here’s Your Perfect (drabble)

Ari is in a rut, Ice Princess has to help him out

Werewolf!Curtis Everett meets his luna!Reader at his work

Soft!dark!Steve Rogers and his wife

Soft!dark!mob!Steve Rogers and his wife

Jake Seresin gets protective

Silverfox!biker!Steve meets Ladybug

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis meets his bride at the airport

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis & reader sleep together for the first time

Bucky meets Steve’s assistant (HFY)

Cop!Andy Barber x arrested!Reader — how they meet

A/b/o angst

Silverfox!lawyer!Andy Barber

Silverfox!mob!Steve Rogers

Werepanther!Andy Barber gets set up with human!Reader

Merman!Curtis Everett x nurse!Reader

Silverfox!Steve Rogers x Ladybug

Werewolf!Curtis Everett x human!Reader

Fae!Ransom Drysdale x human!Reader

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis gives reader a sad goodbye

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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