#biker!Curtis Everett x reader angst

[imaginedreamwrite]

A Permanent Claim: Part 4

Harvard, the Ivy League school famously profiteering from the presence of Hayden and his family for generations, was just one of the many avalanching reasons why your relationship was tumultuous.

With his father belonging to one of the oldest fraternities, and Hayden joining the league of cult-like frat boys, there was a distinct sense of entitlement that led itself to a base kind of toxicity in your relationship.

Hayden had pitied you, in some frame of his mind, even though he had called you a breath of fresh air from the elitism that was engrained throughout the vines of his family tree, it was doomed.

If it hadn’t been the Ivy League school and the generations belonging to the same old-money fraternity, then it would’ve been his father’s reputation and penchant business that yielded disgust inflicted at your behest.

Your place as a poor community college student who graduated with a degree in childhood education and development, being certified in first aid and CPR, was not enough to impress the air of arrogance that surrounded his family. Your choice to work with children was as disrespectful in their eyes as a career in water and waste management.

Despite knowing that if it weren’t for men or women who worked in waste and water management, they’d have to dirty their own hands and clean their water.

And if it weren’t for men and women like you, with early childhood education and child development degrees, they wouldn’t be able to whisk themselves away to Paris, Belize, Venice or Copenhagen every year. If it weren’t for the people who wanted to work with kids, who wanted to give them a fighting chance to combat being shitty adults later in life, they would have to do the heavy lifting themselves.

But Hayden, partially, found your choice to work with kids as almost a romanticized fetish. As if there was some nanny kink that he could have exposed or leaned into, and that breath of fresh air that he claimed you were had been tarnished and sexualized within weeks.

Truly, it didn’t matter what had been the final determining factor to the end of your relationship. In the end, at the bitter ashen resolution, Hayden had still pitied you and looked upon you as if you were nothing more than a glorified babysitter with little promise.

It was another harsh dose of reality that you would’ve never irked, coming from the conversation before your interview and the phone call taken after your interview.

Although he had wanted to rekindle what you had, and although he was certainly charming enough to win over most women without much effort, the condescending edge to his affections and his desire would never allow him to move past his inherited prejudices.

The conversation after you’d accepted the job had turned into an argument, and that argument had bled into exhaustion that had you falling asleep late in the night with little hope for a truly restful sleep.

When your alarm had blared in the morning, you rose from the bed cantankerously. Your entire morning was rooted around the anxiety-inducing need not to be late for your first day and despite being as exhausted as you were, you moved quickly to gather what you needed and complete the list of tasks you’d had in your mind.

Everything from the basic routine needs, the basics that had to be done before you even packed, had been completed through grogginess that hovered above you. A figurative cloud promising rain and thunder, a mini storm that swirled with ambitious plans to follow you everywhere, had been felt through every step you crossed off in your mind.

Even as the clock struck 8:15 in the morning and you were pulling your shoes on your feet, you were afflicted by the figurative storm cloud and the derivative conversation turned argument that you’d had with Hayden. There was seemingly no end to the nature of his pitying thoughts of you, of his natural subjective opinions over your choices that inherently angered you, and made you want to strike him across the face with a hot skillet.

“I want you there at 8:30, new girl.” You huffed, you blew out a puff of air as you closed your apartment door behind you.

You locked it, wondering when you would be back next and if you’d packed enough. Curtis hadn’t talked about a schedule, neither had Pari mentioned once and you wondered how long you’d be working before you could come back to your apartment. While it had seemed like a conversation you should have with your boss, the idea of asking him when your day off before you’d even started was putting you at odds with yourself.

Or maybe it was your overall displeasure with Hayden and his harsh idealism retaining to you and your life.

A breath of fresh air—you scoffed at the idea, coming to realize that he was if truth be told, using you to piss off his father or take hold of some unplanned fun before his world was set right again. He was, by extension, deciding to gain some last taste of untethered fun before he had to find himself a sensible girlfriend and wife.

After your third set alarm blared for you to move your ass, and not end up being late for your first day, you shrugged off the last few optional tasks you’d wanted to have done before you left. With your hair pulled out of your face and a pair of cheap yet unnerving runners on your feet, you were halfway out the door before you turned back.

You couldn’t have prevented yourself from thinking about the lack of personality in the twins’ room, the lack of anything fun or objectionably childlike in the place that should have felt safe for them, bothered you. It was acid eating at your insides, lightly and slowly tearing away at your composure until you acted on the urgency to change that.

Your trek back into your apartment had led you to your bedroom, and even further beyond that, to a pair of cute stuffed animals you’d had since you were a child.

Unassuming and ordinary as they were, they’d made you feel safe and comforted.

The first you’d grabbed from the top of your dresser was light brown, almost sandy-like, with black eyes sewn into the plushy face right above the soft velour muzzle. It was one of your favourite bears as a child, one that you’d named Beartholomew.

The other stuffed animal you’d chosen to take was Snoopy, though he was far from ordinary or plain. With a sturdy and fuzzy set of yellow ears muffs on his head, and a light blue jacket with faux bone ties to hold the jacket closed, it was your favourite version of Snoopy ready for winter.

It was a favourite, it was a comfort and you’d only hoped that Theo & James would like them as much as you had.

The final alarm rang, and it was the catalyst to get you to leave. With the teddy bears in hand, you finally stole yourself from the apartment, hurrying down the staircases to the lobby and then out the front door.

“You’re going to be late,” the driver Pari had told you about the night before was already waiting for you in a blacked-out SUV, the rear passenger door propped open for you, “I’m not taking the fall for you.”

“Good morning to you too.” You mumbled under your breath, resisting the temptation to roll your eyes and instead settling yourself in the backseat with your chosen teddy bears beside you. “I’m not going to be late.”

“Have you ever tried to cross town at this time?” The driver was older than yourself, and likely Curtis, though there was the briefest skiff of greying hair at the nape of his neck and by his ears. “They’re gonna eat you alive.”

You raised your head when he added the last antagonizing comment, a complete lack of faith in your position and the apparent gentility that you seemed to radiate.

You wanted to open your mouth to make a retort in your defence, however, you weren’t given much of a chance when the driver started pulling away from the curb, and your phone started lighting up with text messages from Hayden.

Another feeble attempt to get you to agree to see him, another failed plea to let him have access to you and your body before he complied with his fathers’ wishes.

“Pointless,” you flipped your phone over screen down and negated to answer him, rather you watched the streets pass by as you mentally counted how many avenues were between you and the Curtis’ estate, a great difference between your station and his.

The unruliness of the twins running back and forth across the foyer with a sheet behind them was the first of many sights that had greeted you the moment you stepped into the house.

With muddy footprints traipsing from beyond your view, to the staircase and back around the other side of the hallway, it seemed as if the entire entrance was chaotically locked in madness.

Theo was the ringleader, you’d surmised from watching him in the few moments since your arrival, with a series of cave-man screeches as he crossed down the foyer to a hall and out of sight, while James was following behind his brother with not as much destructive energy.

You watched them with shock and awe, mystified by their presence and attitude toward creating a disaster, and by the huffing and puffing of the maid as she scoffed at the destruction.

“You’re the nanny,” your cantankerous driver looked you over unimpressed, “start doing your job.”

You settled yourself with the idea that you were being thrown headfirst into the job and into the state of needing to help the twins learn right from wrong and with that knowledge, you’d caught Theo and James when they tried to peel back around the foyer.

“Stop!” You raised your voice with just enough force to send the twins sliding into each other.

The older, only by seconds, Theo had skidded unsuccessfully and nearly toppled forward when James had tried to stop on a dime. Both of the boys looked at you with wide eyes, simpering with fear that came from, or you thought, the idea of some unfair punishment.

Theo was the first to turn toward you, looking at you far more head-on than before, and his blue eyes darted between the teddy bears in your hands and your face, still anticipating some kind of reaction that was over the top.

“Did you make this mess?” You questioned the twins, motioning with your hand to the muddy footsteps and the discarded shoes toppled and thrown in the corner. “Did you drag mud into the house?”

“It’s the new nanny,” James leaned forward and whispered in Theo’s ear, the two of them unsure of what to think of you now that you were officially starting your job, “what do we do?”

You negated to answer James’ comment and instead side-eyed the housekeeper who was still irritated and put off by the dirtiness of the floors she had just cleaned. While she hadn’t looked entirely cross to the point of no return, she was less than happy with the two.

“Theo, James…” You paused, taking a moment to make sure your voice was even and calm, to keep it controlled and not to provoke any anxiety within themselves.

There was no necessary force needed to deal with the twins, and whether it was your intuition or what Pari had told you about the previous nannies not giving Theo and James the ability to be kids, it had affected your approach.

“Can we take a quick pause?” The boys looked at you with wide eyes, their lips barely parted and their hands clutching the sheet-turned-cape and some fake foam sword. “I know you’re trying to have fun you dragged mud all over the clean floor, and your shoes are lying all over the place.”

It was as if lightbulbs had gone off in the twins heads and they were aware of what they’d done, and with a slow look around at the discarded shoes, the muddy footprints, the toys they’d dragged from their playroom and even the sheet, their playfulness was replaced with deep frowns.

“I have something for you,” you stepped dropped your blacked bag to the floor and stepped toward the twins, stuffed bear and Snoopy in your hands, crouching before them as they eyed you suspiciously, “this is Beartholomew, and this is Snoopy. I loved them when I was a kid, and I thought maybe you’d like to keep them safe for a while?”

You held out the stuffed animals for the boys, watching Theo grab the Snoopy and James reach for Beartholomew, both boys tucking them to their chests.

“Thank you,” James reply was quiet and he had squeezed his given bear, and then he bit down on his bottom lip, turning to look at the mess, “do we have to clean it up?”

The housekeeper had cleared her throat addressing you with a subtle sound and with a single look had flexed her fingers around the mop handle. With an understanding that suited both them and yourself, you had started to stand with a little smile.

“Pick up your shoes, put the sheet back where it came from and then go play.” You addressed them with a level of calm, hoping not to get off the wrong foot with them and solidify a certain level of trust compared to the other nannies they’d had before.

“And apologize for making a mess.” You stopped them before they took off, the boys looking back over their shoulders to utter a quiet apology before adhering to your request, first grabbing their shoes and then taking off up the stairs.

As they left up the stairs, you’d turned back to the bag you packed and had become immediately startled by the imposing figure standing behind you, with piercing blue eyes.

Curtis had looked you over with unwavering amusement and some other guarded secrets contained in his irises. He raised his hand and ran his palm over his chin and jaw, lips drawn into a smirk before he opened his mouth and with a single statement irritated you.

“You were late.”

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Here is the masterlist that shall be updated whenever a new entry to my writing bonanza gets posted!

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Something There - Firefighter!Johnny x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: after a somewhat rocky start you begin to wonder whether there was something between you and Johnny

Warnings: Mention of injury! Mention of Fire emergency! Minor Angst! Fluff!

Burnin' Up Update - Firefighter!Chris x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: A little sneak peak into the future lives of our favourite emegency services couple

Warnings: none

Stay - Steve Rogers x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Apartment hunting is becoming difficult thanks to Steve's help

Warning: Minor Angst! Fluff!

Lion's Den - SoftDark!Assassin!Curtis Everett x Black!Reader

By @dc418writes

Summary: the mysterious man in the corner booth is gonna make you wish you stayed home

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS!!!, language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of adult happy fun times, allusion to reader being held against her will (so dubcon..?? Ish??? 🤷🏽‍♀️)

Not a Nobody - Steve Rogers x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Revelations occur when fake dating Steve leads you to getting captured

Warning: Kidnapping! Light Angst! Fluff! Brief Mention of Blood!

The Other Side Of The Door - Andy Barber x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Tensions boil over when Andy works late on a tough case

Warnings: Angst! Happy Ending!

Do You Remember? - Steve Rogers x Reader

By @lives-in-midgard

Summary: After Steve almost lost you during a mission he needs to tell you about his feelings for you.

Warnings: light angst, them being on a mission, let me know if I missed anything!

An Angel with a Darkside - Biker!Curtis Everett x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Curtis is a man with a dark side, a side he never showed to you... but now you really wanted it

Warning: SMUT! 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! Use of sox toys! Language! Dom!Curtis

Elementary - CEO!Ari Levinson x Reader

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Summary: Too many shots of tequila plus an insanely attractive boss equals an unforgettable night

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Bait and Switch - Mob!Curtis Everett x Reader

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Summary: A meeting with Curtis 'The Axe' Everett takes a surprising turn

Warnings: Darkish? Mob Dynamics! Arranged Marriage! Language! Guns! Brief Mention of Blood!

A 21st Century Romance - Jake Jensen x Princess!Reader

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Summary: you sneak out of the party meant to find your future husband, only to find your perfect match outside

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Sly's Rec List

Time to finally set this up! I've been reading and reading the last couple of days (even though my drafts don't get less) and always think to myself: 'Oh that writer is so good and I need to keep up with their work/blog' and then I still lose sight of them...

Also, interactions have never been less and I know a lot of us writers are struggling with the little interaction. It feels like no one ever sees the things we post. So this will be my space to just list blogs to who I want to follow up or just give a shoutout!

Blog's I love & recommend

@rogersideup - my fav Steve blog. Every story is amazing. They blow my mind every single time.

@spectre-posts + @wiypt-writes - these two write some of the best series there are for pretty much every ce character. Long, incredibly detailed, heart-warming, gut-wrenching, tear-and-squeal-inducing stories written with love and some of the most dedication I have seen. The dialogue is bomb!

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork - has written some of my absolute favorite Curtis Everett stuff. She knows him and there is no one that can portray Curtis better

@navybrat817 - tattoo boys, biker boys, any type of boys. So many fantastic bucky fics. Love Stud, Smartie & Alpine

@imaginedreamwrite - can write literally anything and make it absolutely fucking incredible. Brimming with ideas on end, one better than the other. Queen of daily prompts and drabbles!

@anika-ann - queen of angst and fluff

@hangmans-wingman - American Made and Little Wonder are to die for. Stories that hook you from second 1 and will keep you at the edge of your seat!

(more to follow)

Fics I love & can only, highly recommend

Marvel

Waiting For This - @musingsinmoonlight - oneshot, Steve Rogers, 18+, a/b/o

A sticky situation - @rogersideup - oneshot, Steve Rogers, bubblegum & hair = forced haircut, fluff

Sweet Indulgences - @sweetascanbee - oneshot, Steve Rogers, wedding dress + slight fake-dating + first kiss, fluff!

My Soul Can Not Sleep Without You - @neonovember - oneshot, Steve Rogers, Steve is the type of man to never let you get to bed angry

Six Years - @the-bau-quinjet - oneshot, Steve Rogers, amnesia trope, Y/N forgets her life with Steve, the best take on the amnesia trope I have read!

Press Four For Poppet - @frostironfudge - oneshot, Steve Rogers, 18+, steve dials a sex-hotline

Emergency contact - @rogersideup - oneshot, Steve Rogers, Steve gets sick, so frickin' cute!

Walking the wire - @pedrito-friskito - oneshot, Nomad!Steve Rogers, supersoldier/red-room!reader, 18+, so fucking good omg, the air of mystery, the exposition, the chemistry between them, the spice! READ IT, IT'S SO GOOD

Sonder - @rogersideup - oneshot, Steve Rogers, Steve and the nice shield doctor, takes him a while to ask her out. SO GOOD. ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE.

Coffee and Cinnamon | Maple Latte | Apples and Cherries - @sarahwroteathing - oneshot, Steve Rogers, bookshop/bakery au, friendly banter, Steve being a punky nemesis, just tooth-rotting fluff and amazing dialogue; best bookshop/bakery/coffeeshop au I have ever read!

Get This Girl Some Ice Cream! - @witchywithwhiskey - oneshot, Steve Rogers, hurt/comfort, Reader has a panic attack & Steve soothers her, incredibly sweet and comforting

The Things We Do For Love - @ronearoundblindly - Steve Rogers, wife!reader, Reader has a smelly & unpleasant accident in the lab, Steve 'The Drama Queen' Rogers (lovely dubbed 'Drug Dog') has to deal with it - utterly hilarious, some of the best sassy dialogue I've ever read, Steve being a dramatic cutie

Period Cramps - @espinosaurusrexex - oneshot, period cramps suck but Steve is there to make it better, comfort read

Right Where You Belong - @witchywithwhiskey - oneshot, college!au, baseball played!steve & studybuddy!reader, all the sweet and innocent college infatuation and date, so sweet and comforting to read

Perfect Moments - @eviesaurusrex - oneshot, Stucky x Reader, the cutest fic ever! Oh the comfort, oh the fluff. This sent me straight to cloud nine. This is the air I need to breathe, it's that cute and fluffy and perfection!

Other CE characters

After school comfort - @junipermuses - oneshot, Ari Levinson, comfort & fluff

The Five Step Plan - @theycallmebecca - oneshot, Frank Adler, au where Mary's mother dies later, very sweet and real feeling story

Where The Heart Is - @babyjakes - blurb, Jake Jensen, the cutest shit ever, sooo fluffy, Jake visits reader in hospital and is a adorable bean

Spa Date - @ghotifishreads - drabble/blurb, Ari Levinson, face masks, Ari being seductive and impatient, funny and cute

Top Gun Maverick

Just In Case - @katiesharms - oneshot, Hannix, angst w/ happy ending

Who did this to you? - @justfandomwritings - oneshot, Hangman, so good, see warnings

Do not disturb - @callsign-valley - oneshot, Hangman, 18+

Slow Burn - @ereardon - series, completed, Hangman, 18+ - amazing story! So well written, ending up pregnant with Hangman's baby after a ons, happy ending

Haunted by the Ghost of You - TheRebelHunter on ao3 - series, TG86, Hop 31 but instead of one jet going down, both jets go down, Goose survives but all four (Mav, Goose, Ice & Slider) get injured - I helped create the plot, as this started out as a au in the tgm discord. Angsty but amazing!

Where I'm From - @sometimes-i-write-good - oneshot, Hangman, first date, Jake is a sweetheart & gentleman, clearly knows what treating a girl is supposed to be like, loved the ending

Others

An Old Flame II - @b00kdiary - series, Aemond Targaryen, 18+, amazing dialogue!

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angst.┊ fluff. ┊smut. dark. ┊  soft!dark.

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𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔 & 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 

chris evans. ┊ ari levinson. andy barber. ┊ colin shea. curtis everett. ┊ dennis baker. frank adler. ┊ jake jensen. johnny storm. ┊ lloyd hansen. mr. freezy. ┊ ransom drysdale. steve rogers.

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𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒍:

bucky barnes. peter parker (tasm!peter & mcu!peter). natasha romanoff. ┊ sam wilson. stucky. ┊ wanda maximoff. xu shang-chi.

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𝑨𝑼𝒔: 

a/b/o. ┊ baker. best friend’s dad. ┊ biker. cam. ┊ ceo. ┊ college. cowboy. ┊ dad’s best friend. dilf/milf. ┊ frat. ┊ hybrid. lumberjack. ┊ mafia. ┊ medieval. mythology. ┊ royal. single parent. ┊ supernatural.

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𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 (𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒅𝒌?): 

...with benefits. exes to lovers. friends to lovers. friends/lovers to enemies/exes. fake dating. ┊ forced proximity. neighbors. ┊ only one bed. roommates. ┊ sex pollen.

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𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:

tom holland. crossover. ┊ comfort fics. all time faves.

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[onsunnyside]

「 𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 」

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 — Do not plagiarize, copy, repost/republish, adapt or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third party sites. My blog is 18+, so minors DNI. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel, etc.). All my works are fiction and may be dark or have triggering content: read all warnings before proceeding.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: All my main characters are of legal age and their descriptions are vague to be inclusive to all! - unless specified.

☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ | @onsunnysidelibrary | 𝐀𝐎𝟑

【 fluff, smut, angst, dark, (c)ompleted, request 】

𝐀 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐀𝐜𝐭; series ⤜ d, f, s, a, r

✧࿐ Being an omega made you a victim to cruel destinies, trapped in roles designed to keep you submissive and quiet. Alphas have been on their shiny, golden pedestals for far too long and the world needed to change, and if it had to start with you at a college notorious for being ruled by alphas, then so be it. [dark A/B/O college au, dark alpha!fratboy!Ari Levinson x omega activist!reader, HC Verse]

𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐁𝐨𝐲; collection ⤜ f, s

➧ 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐧 ➧ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

✧࿐ He’s the star rugby player, the Bull, and you’re his sweet nerdy girlfriend. [thick frat boy!Ari Levinson, college au, size kink]. Find all drabbles/asks in my 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 (𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧); collection ⤜ f, s

Set in the verse of: 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥; one shot ⤜ s, r (c)

✧࿐ Icky college boys will never change—so sleep with their dads. [boyfriend’s dad!Andy Barber x reader, with: dilf!neighbour!Bucky Barnes, dilf!Ari Levinson, dilf!Steve Rogers, age gap, cheating]

𝐂𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧; mini series ⤜ f, s

✧࿐ Final bosses, last life sprints, and equally frustrating and convoluted game sequences could never prepare you for a man who virtually goes by Gemini Stallion. [cam daddy!Ari Levinson x shy!nerdy gamer!reader, age gap, inexperienced!reader]

𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠; series ⤜ f, s (c)

✧࿐ The sun is brutal this summer, especially in Flamingo Trailer Park, the land of big hearts and cheap tricks, you’ve been here for years unlike your “new” neighbour, Ari. He’s older, bigger, and intimidating, the local rockstar, and you, well, aren’t you just the sweetest girl in the whole-damn city? [Trailer Park!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader (Trailer Park AU), size difference, innocent!reader, neighbours-to-lovers]

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬; series ⤜ d, f, s

✧࿐ Ari has spent too long protecting you from the big bad world and all the monsters who inhabit it—including himself—for you to belong to someone else. [soft dark!stepbrother!Ari Levinson, innocent!reader, university au, stepcest, grey character undertones, fratboy!Ari, innocent/virgin!reader]

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥; series ⤜ f, s, a

✧࿐ They’re shaded and jaded, and you’re the answer to their prayers. [major crossover, uni!camgirl!reader x sugar daddy!Ari Levinson]

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬; one shot ⤜ f, s, r (c)

✧࿐ Months into your relationship with Ari, he finally indulges in his deepest desires—that are also his biggest-little fears. Based on this ask. [Biker!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader (biker x baker au), size difference]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐬; collection ⤜ f, s, r

✧࿐ From the ashes of the Golden Age of Porn rises the demand for productions of all kinds—and wickedly stellar and infamously gnarly Love Shack Studios are on the hunt for a new star. [major crossover, pornstar!Ari Levinson x fluffer!reader x pornstar!Curtis Everett]

𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠; one shot ⤜ f (c)

✧࿐ It was a little ridiculous how in love you were… With a single glance, he could make you melt until you’re a pile strawberry ice cream, tied with a pretty ribbon, and sitting on his doorstep. [Mafia!Ari Levinson x lovesick!reader, stripper!reader, neighbours au]

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲; one shot ⤜ s, d, r (c)

✧࿐ Sometimes the kindest souls suffer the most. Based on this ask. [dark!dilf!Ari Levinson x innocent!babysitter!reader, virgin!reader, fake relationship-esque]

𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞; one shot ⤜ s (c)

✧࿐ Every pet needs an owner and in your case, your daddy loves sharing you. [Ari Levinson x bunny hybrid!reader (to Major Crossover: Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen and Steve Rogers x bunny hybrid!reader). Exhibitionism, boot riding, dom/sun undertones, dumbification]

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰; one shot ⤜ d, s (c)

✧࿐ Beware the quiet ones. [dark stalker!Ari Levinson, college au, IT guy!Ari, camboy!Ari, outcast!Ari, somnophilia]

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩; one shot ⤜ s (c)

✧࿐ It’s the summer before your freshman college year, and your stepdad’s best friend has been teaching you about pleasure behind your stepdad’s back, or so you think. Based on this ask. [stepdad!Ari Levinson, stepdad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen, stepcest, innocent!/inexperienced!reader]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞; two parter ⤜ a, f

➥ 𝟏/𝟐 | 2/2

✧࿐ Even the most beautiful love stories are bound to end in tragedy, but you thought you and Ari would be an exception. [photographer!Ari Levinson x reader, glimpses of fluff, angst with a happy ending, old flames, childhood friends-to-loves aftermath, ex-boyfriend!Ari]

𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐚𝐲, 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭; mini series ⤜ soft!d, s (c)

✧࿐ Your friends said Ari was playing with your little heart and pushed for you to end things, but it takes a lot more than a breakup text to get rid of him. And your stupid friends should’ve known better. [Ghostface!Ex-Boyfriend!Ari Levinson x airhead!reader. Murderer!Ari, possessive/obsessive behaviour, aphrodisiac, dumb!reader, manipulation, stealthing, dacryphilia, dumbification]

𝐖𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐭; one shot ⤜ f, s

✧࿐ [semi-retired surfer!Ari Levinson x reader, fratboy surfer!Johnny Storm x reader, age gap]

𝐀̀ 𝐋𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞; one shot ⤜ f, s, r

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬: 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬/𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[sparkledfirecracker]

Series: Family Affairs

Mob & Biker AU; worlds colliding in these family affairs. Let’s see what happens for these mobsters, corrupt bastards and outlaws of the underworld. 

General warnings: 18+, dark content, explicit language, explicit sexual content See individual chapters below for specific warnings. 

Status: In progress

Total current word count: 44,6k

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Moodboards by @chase-your-dreams-away & @dreamlessinparis

Upcoming story previews

Smutty Curtis drabble: Savouring Highs

Outtake Monsters & Heels

Monster & Heels 

Andy Barber x female reader | word count: 19k * The Barbers’ letting go of some steam after being defeated by a loss. What happens when they go after the man who is responsible for all the trouble caused.

Warnings: 18+ only, dark content, explicit language, explicit sexual content, explicit force/torture, angst, talks of unstable mental health, mention of sexual assault (nothing too descriptive), mention of almost sexual assault, unprotected sex, oral (f+m receiving), fingering, blowjob, forced breeding, overstimulation, squirting, cheating for a cause, child loss, choking, so much smut, swearing and to be absolutely safe; DubCon, NonCon and BDSM (because it’s feral Barber). Sorry if I missed any.

It Will All Come Back - prequel

Ari Levinson x female reader | word count: 7,5k

* Ari Levinson came into your life like a wrecking ball, but is he truly the love of your life when you accidentally find out who he really is. 

Warnings: 18+ only, explicit sexual content, explicit language, oral (f + m receiving), blowjob, sexual harassment at work, inappropriately touched, mention of taking a shot of vodka, fluff, heartbreak, mob related business; such as drug dealing, money laundering, money transactions, being lied to/deceived by a loved one.

Talk To Me

Curtis Everett x female reader | word count: 17k

* Being involved with your friendly neighbour comes at a price.

Warnings: dark content, 18+ ONLY, explicit language, explicit sexual content, non-con, rape, torture methods: waterboarding & song playing on repeat, trauma, unprotected sex, fingering, blowjob, some light jaw grabbing, alcohol consumption, rough sex, edging, Sir kink, dom/sub dynamic, light BDSM elements, claiming, possessive nature, spanking, explosion, dirty/teasing talk, mention /witnessing drug dealing, witnessing a murder, gun use, gun violence, chased by a murderer.

Good for you - COMING SOON

Mr. Freezy aka Robert Pronge x female reader

* Freezy has set his mind on you and will do whatever it takes to get you.

Warnings: dark content, 18+, explicit language, explicit sexual content

[bluemusickid]

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

(Last updated: 15th May, 2022)

Welcome to my playground, where there are no rules except to have fun hoeing! Oh, and ALL my work is 18+, so fair warning. Minors please stay away! I try to not describe the reader at all, to ensure a better immersive experience. Enjoy!! My requests are closed for now; will reopen them probably later. Thanks!

¤▪︎ Latest Update: In the end, it's you and I

Untitled Shark Week Andy Drabble

A Burden To Carry: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader (angst, eventual smut, 18+)

A Love So True: Chris Evans x Fem! Reader (angst, series)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Irresistible: Chris Evans x Fem!Pregnant!Reader

My Girl: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

When the party's over: Chris Evans x Ex!Fem Reader

I Heard a Rumour.... : Sub! Chris Evans x Domme!Reader

Strangers in the Night: Bodyguard!Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Is Polo-sexual A Thing? : Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Where He Belongs : Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Rendezvous : Chris Evans x Fem! Reader

Part 1|| Part 2

Untitled Office Drabble: Shark Week: Andy Barber x SecretGf!Fem!Reader

The Walls Have Ears: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

At the edge of a Precipice: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Actions Speak Louder: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Untying the Knot: Andy Barber x Desi!Reader

To The Windows, To The Walls : Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Breezeblocks: Series (on hiatus): law student!Andy Barber x Professor!Reader

Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3

In the end, it's you and I: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

The Mark of An Angel: Steve Rogers x Fem! Reader (Dibs' Body Positivity Challenge 2021) (cw: body negativity, intense body dysmorphia)

The Learning Curve: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Stoking the Ember: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader (Merry Hoemas Challenge 2020)

Dire Consequences: Mob!Boss Steve x Fem!Reader (Cloudystevie's 4k challenge)

I See Red: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader (Hoelentine's Day Challenge, 2021)

Are you Mine?: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader (Dark fic, please read warnings)

A Deal With Drysdale: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Femme Fatale: Ransom Drysdale x Conwoman!Reader

Desk Shenanigans : Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Lifeguard!Chris

Chris on a Videocall

Ari's torso: Hoe Thots Part 2

Ransom being...well, Ransom

Hugging Chris from Behind

A Heart of Gold: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Saccharine Sweet: Bryce Langley x Fem!Reader

The Naughty List: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader (Happy Hoelidays Challenge 2020)

Baker’s Delight: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader

That Blue-Eyed Boy: Gym!Trainer Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader

Enigmatic Illusions (on hiatus): CEO!Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader (a lil' dark) Part 1 || Part 2 

[captainapple]

CE HBC Birthday Bingo

I'll be doing a bingo challenge from @the-ce-horniest-book-club

COMPLETE! This post will be the masterlist.

$ (dollar sign) for mature content: 18+, MINORS DNI

The Luckiest

Dad AU! Steve Rogers X Fem!Reader (Moodboard & Drabble)

His Muse

Photographer AU! Curtis Everett X Reader (Moodboard & Drabble)

Home

Lumberjack AU! Steve Rogers X Reader (Moodboard & Drabble)

Birthday Special with Ransom

Morning Ride

Biker AU! Steve Rogers X Reader

(Moodboard & Drabble)

$ Secret

Andy Barber X Fem! Reader (implicit smutt)

Summary: Andy and you were nemesis in the courthouse

$ Birthday Special with Ransom

Ransom Drysdale X Reader (implied smut)

Summary: What it's like to have a birthday with Ransom

Jealousy

Mob! Andy Barber X Fem! Reader (fluff)

Summary: How if the notorious mob boss get jealous

Unspoken Thing Between Us

Ransom Drysdale X Reader (angst)

Summary: how unspoken thing became more than just a simple thing

Mr. Doctor

Doctor AU! Steve Rogers X Fem! Reader (angst)

Summary: Secret from the past reappeared

[imaginedreamwrite]

A Permanent Claim: Part 2

The twin beds set against the wall were made in perfection, a task that you speculated was taken on by the maids Pari said Curtis had hired to look after the twin mess.

The dark grey blankets were pulled taut against the bed with lighter pillows placed at the top of the mattress with a stuffed bear on one bed and an alligator on the other.

The closet doors that were placed across from each bed were closed, the frosted glass giving you a limited view of their clothes inside, although you could depict the black and white soccer ball sitting on the floor by the door hinges.

The room was clean and well organized though it hadn’t looked like a typical little boys’ room, there was a distinctive lack of toys or games, the walls were decorated with generic canvas pictures but nothing that would have related to their personalities. It seemed as if their room was ripped from the pages of some interior design magazine, copied and pasted into the house. There was little here that was conducive to Theo and James, or it had appeared that way to you.

“I’ll show you the nanny suite.” Pari directed you out of the room, closing the door behind the two of you before she stepped further into the hall, the extension of the crisp and clean aesthetic of the boy’s rooms continuing into the hall.

The carpet beneath your feet was soft, and you found yourself curling your toes into the material briefly before you followed Pari down the hall toward the next set of doors on the right side of the long hallway.

Pari had given you the rundown on the twins’ schedule, the latest time they could stay up and when Curtis wanted them up in the morning. She had explained that they were going to be entering kindergarten after summer break and the private school Curtis was sending them to would take them out of the house three days a week until Christmas, and then after they would go four days a week.

It was a lot of information given to you within a brief time until she stepped in front of one door, opening it briefly to give you a brief look at the boys bathroom they shared. The bathtub and shower combo seemed to have more life and personality than their room, a few toys set in a faux wicker basket by the corner of the bathtub, and a set of matching towels hanging on the rack were synonymous with the double vanities.

A set of toothbrushes was hanging off two holders above the sink, one themed to a superhero and the other was designed with dinosaurs in mind, both giving you more of an idea of what the twins liked than their bedroom.

It was puzzling, a wonderment why there was nothing more for the boys in their bedroom. You put the thought in the back of your mind while you followed Pari down to the next door, a nanny suite that was going to be yours when you officially started the next day.

Tonight she was going to stay to make sure the twins had settled until they had gotten relatively used to the idea of having another new nanny around, and that would in turn give you time to pack some clothes before you would be on your own.

It was her deciding factor or something about you that she liked, to give you the job after the few short hours that you had been here talking with her and to her. The process of showing you around was one more indication that you were going to be given the job, one more step toward you being hired for the job that paid exceptionally well.

However, you were curious about the high turnaround, curious enough that you had almost asked Pari whether it was the twins that drove the nanny away in some kind of Hollywood feeling scheme or if it was the man you were working for that had done the job.

“It’s got everything you’ll need.” Pari directed you into the nanny suite and you had stepped through with speculation, your eyebrows furrowing as your lips had become pursed.

The nanny suite was larger than you expected and was rather captivating with clean crisp white walls, and an intricate chandelier hanging in the middle of the room.

The headboard was made of light grey material that was textured with cloth buttons that added extra detail. The bed itself was larger than the one you had in your apartment, and it was pushed against the feature wall with a nightstand on the right-hand side and a sitting chair on the other side. Across from the bed was an electric fireplace and mantle, the dark wood contrasting the white trim that ran throughout the room.

To the far left was a set of double doors that led to a small private balcony that was enclosed by a white railing. The room was designed with the same sleekness as the rest of the house, perfect to a near fault, and yet this nanny suite still had more character than the twins rooms. It was bothering you, it was getting under your skin like an itch that couldn’t have possibly been sated until you let the question be aired and given life.

“Pari, the twins room-“ You looked back at her, your eyes meeting hers and your mouth shutting closed when she had drawn in a breath and rubbed the bridge of her nose with annoyance.

The corner of her lips was pressed tightly together and the scowl on her face had told you everything you needed to know.

“I know.” Those two words told you enough. “Curtis hired some interior decorator because he didn’t give a shit about what the house looked like, he’s got enough to deal with. The nannies and housekeepers come and they see the state of this place and do everything they can to keep it this way.”

“High-turnaround-“

“Not just for nannies.” Pari drew her hand away from her face and down to her hip, glancing you over again with a far less stoic expression. “Housekeepers too.”

Your suspicions of the twin being hellions that sent the nannies off were partially right, and you couldn’t have blamed them. The twins were not allowed by the other nannies to have anything in their rooms because of the clutter, and it had made the boys double down on their mission to get rid of anyone ‘allergic to fun’.

They didn’t get to express themselves, they didn’t get to enjoy being messy like kids naturally were, or even have their favourite toys in their bedrooms to play with. It was almost as if they were being forced into this state of cleanliness that wasn’t achievable for them.

“They’re kids, they should be allowed to be kids.” You mumbled under your breath, taking another glance around the room before you and Pari stepped into the hallway again.

As the door clicked behind you, your hand settled on the doorknob while Pari made her way to the winding staircase, leaving you lagging for a few moments.

“Theo, James-“ A crash had come from the lower level and your feet carried you before you had time to think, following Pari toward the kitchen and the source of the sound.

“Sorry, aunty.” One of the twin’s bottom lips was trembling, his blue eyes watering and his chest heaving with the effort to hold in his tears.

Between the twins was a broken glass and orange juice, the mixture thankfully not hitting either of their feet. Theo, or so you thought, had huffed and gritted his teeth, almost as if he was trying to present himself as a stoic figure.

“James-“ you started to speak to the twins, first addressing the twin who wasn’t near tears.

“Theo.” Pari corrected you, taking a wide berth around the glass and juice, and stepping toward a small utility closet near the edge of the kitchen.

“It was an accident, it’s okay. You didn’t mean to.” You stepped the other way, slowly grabbing hold of James’ arm, and gently leading him away from the glass. “I’m going to clean it up, don’t step in the glass or you’ll cut your feet.”

“I was thirsty.” James pulled at your sleeve, his eyes brimming with tears. “I wanted a drink.”

“I know, it’s not your fault.” You lift him from the floor and set him on the table, sitting him on the edge before you lifted his left foot and then his right, looking for any cuts. “It was an accident.”

You drew your fingers along the bottom of his feet feeling for any nicks that you couldn’t see, biting down on the inside of your cheek when he laughed through some tears and jerked his foot. After checking both feet, you lifted him from the table and carried him further away from the mess and set him down where he wouldn’t be hurt or caught in the mess.

“Do you still want something to drink?” You crouched before him, watching him as he raised his arm and wiped away his tears with his sleeve, sniffling and nodding. “Orange juice?”

“We didn’t mean to,” Theo spoke with the same defiance, the same presentable little tough guy act he was trying to put on, almost as if he was afraid you or Pari would give them trouble. “It slipped-“

“It’s okay, Theo.” You were careful to step around the rest of the glass, carefully padding around the island toward the fridge as you stared at the rows of cupboards.

“To the left of the fridge,” Pari spoke without having to look up from the floor, “orange juice is on the right side of the fridge.”

You followed her instruction, first grabbing a glass and then the juice. You set both on the counter before closing the doors and unscrewing the cap, idly listening to the sound of James and Theo’s whispers behind you while you filled their glass.

Once it was halfway full, you grabbed the glass and turned. You nearly jumped out of your skin when they appeared closer than you anticipated, squeaking in surprise at their giggles and soft laughter.

“Funny.” You held the glass out to James, watching him and Theo guzzle down the sweet mixture before they handed it back to you. “Is that better?”

“Theo, James…go put your toys away. Pizza will be here soon.” Pari sent the directive and as quickly as the boys were here, they were gone.

They scattered from the kitchen with a few excited claims that they would beat each other to the playroom, leaving you and Pari alone. You set the glass in the sink and shifted your weight from one foot to the other while silence passed between you both.

“Crustaceans?” Pari drew your attention to herself as she stepped around the island and dumped the remaining glass shards into the garbage under the sink. “You’re allergic to crustaceans?”

“Oh.” You shifted your weight from one foot to the other before you cleared your throat and nodded. “Yeah, I don’t eat crustaceans but I can eat fish.”

“I don’t eat beef,” Pari relayed some personal preferences about herself just as you had, “It’s not an allergy, but a religious practice.”

“Beef?”

“I can eat chicken, lamb, and goat but not beef.” She looked you over as she spoke and then smiled, cracking a genuine and warm grin. “You’re going to do great with them. You’re exactly what they need.”

“Thank you-“

“-Curtis too.” She spoke over you while you fell silent. “He’s going to love you.”

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A Permanent Claim: Part 1

Your knee bounced to the tune of the song playing through the speakers of your Uber driver’s vehicle, your lips moving to the lyric you recognized.

It might have seemed as if you were paying attention to the ride or the direction of the driver as he took you to the house of your potential job.

The interview with someone he trusted, this Curtis Everett guy, and wouldn’t be with the man himself, a fact which had made you more anxious and unsettled about the interview processes that would make or break the job.

You had prepared yourself as best as you possibly could with background checks and re-certifying yourself in first aid and CPR, and you had sent your references and all your university coursework to the nanny agency that had set this up. You had presented everything you needed, you had gone through two interviews already and this, possibly, would be the last.

Your friend’s reassurance that this was a goo-paying, well-paying job, hadn’t made it any easier to potentially land. You had almost thought there were more hoops for you to jump through, even if it was slapped with a label of being a high-turnaround job. The job paid well, the kids were rather sweet and cute and yet they couldn’t keep a nanny.

Maybe you should have asked yourself why they couldn’t keep anyone down instead of being so eager to dive in.

However, the reality was quickly set upon you with the reminder that bills needed to be paid, rent was due and you had student loans that you wanted to get off your shoulders. There was more to be done than not and that required a steady income.

“We’re here, I can’t get passed the gate.” The driver informed you when he came to a stop outside of an iron-wrought barricade that kept you from accessing the rest of the property.

The tall barricade and fence were simple yet effective, the steel bars trapped between stone or concrete headers and footer had given somewhat of a glance at the house, or mansion rather, that lay beyond.

The gate itself would have opened both doors if you were given clearance but as it stood neither you nor the driver was given access now. To make it to the house, you could have had to hike it up the curved driveway to the front of the house and that was if they would even let you beyond the gate in the first place.

“I can take you somewhere else or you can get out but we’re not sitting here.” The driver had snarked, looking at you through the rearview mirror with a scowl on his face and his eyebrows furrowed.

You weren’t given much of a choice with the Uber driver, you could have tried calling the number given to you but the driver wouldn’t let you stay in the vehicle. You would have to get out of the vehicle and speak to the security speaker or at the very least get out and call the number.

“I’m getting out.” You unbuckled and tossed it to the side, scrambling to grab your purse and phone before you fumbled with the door.

You stepped out of the Uber and nudged the door shut with your hip, the latch catching and the driver starting to roll away from the gate. You threw your bag over your shoulder and walked toward the security box before the entrance of the gate, briefly listening to the driver abandoning you before you pressed your thumb into the call button.

You waited for someone to either let you in or deny you completely, the crackle of the system reminding you of the white noise machines your college roommate had used night after night until she moved in with her boyfriend. She swore she couldn’t sleep without the crackling background noise, even though you were vexed by the sound and didn’t find any comfort from the sound.

Despite your asking if she could wear headphones when she used the machine because it was preventing her from sleeping well, your college roommate refused and made the rebuttal that you could wear headphones instead.

“I’m here to interview for the nanny position.” Your voice and lips had moved without your knowledge, and you hadn’t been aware that anyone was even had spoken to you until you heard your reply.

“Y/N L/N?” The voice through the speaker had huffed, irritated by the intrusion or maybe it was you being here ringing the buzzer that annoyed them.

Regardless, the gate had begun opening after their snort of derision and you were given access to the grounds.

The mansion stood out against the dark asphalt driveway that extended from the road to the edge of the steps. The light-coloured brick and mortar seemed altogether unassuming and ordinary yet beautifully designed in conjecture with the double french doors that were shut tight.

Even as far away as you were, you could make out the design of the detailed glass set into the dark wood of the double doors. The overhanging arch that protected the door from less-than-ideal weather if it had inflicted itself upon the earth was made of light sandy and taupe-coloured bricks set into place with matching grout.

There was a set of matching arched cutouts above the welcoming arch that served no purpose but decoration, embedded with sconces and security cameras aimed at the front door.

The door opened before you even had an opportunity to ring the doorbell or use the brass knocker, the woman that had come peeling out of the house had knocked into you with brute force. You harrumphed and braced yourself against the wall as she passed you with a reddened face and spittle gathering at the corner of her lips.

“Those demons-“

“Y/N L/N.” another woman stepped into your view, looking you up and down with a passive smirk on her face.

You didn’t know what drew your attention first, whether it was the septum piercing she had that glittered in the light or whether it was the full sleeve of tattoos covering her right arm.

“You’re…” You stuttered and looked over your shoulder toward the older woman who couldn’t have gotten out of the house fast enough. “Is she okay?”

“Come inside.” The woman with long plaited black hair had stepped aside to let you pass into the house and as you passed you took notice of the largest tattoo on her right shoulder, the image of a goddess that wasn’t at all familiar to you.

“You have tattoos?” She wasn’t bothered at all by you staring at her, neither was she put off by your wide-eyed gaze when she closed the door with her foot, bringing attention to the piercing in her hips and belly button.

“No.” you squeaked, intimidated by the woman who looked as tough as nails and unapologetically in touch with herself. “I don’t…I’ve never-“

“Curtis trusts me to find the little hellions a good nanny.” She tilted her head to the side, an indication to follow her into the kitchen, neither waiting nor checking to see if you trailed after her.

“Twins, right?” You scurried after the woman as she crossed into the kitchen and immediately reached for a glass of water before pushing another toward you.

The kitchen, like the exterior of the mansion, was beautiful and aesthetically pleasing though it seemed as if it was relatively untouched.

There was a massive island in the middle of the kitchen with sleek marble countertops that were heralded by deepest cupboards and a breakfast bar on the far side. There was a dangling chandelier that hung above the middle of the island, accompanied by pot lights set into the indented ceiling although few were on.

“Theo and James are five turning six.” She had spoken, yet to give you her name, and looked you over once more before she rest her hip against the counter and lift the glass to her dark-stained lips. “Do you drink?”

“Not often.” You answered her directly, tapering off at the end of your speech while trying to be subtle about taking in every detail of the kitchen. “I’ve never been drunk before, I don’t know what it’s like to have a hangover.”

“You do drugs?”

“Do you?” You asked in retaliation without thinking, drawing a laugh from the woman whose name you still hadn’t known. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

“Curtis is protective of who comes around his kids. There have been more nannies coming and gone because of who they pretend to be or how they treat their kids. His kids are his whole world-“

“I’m not looking to make their mom mad, or try and infringe-“

“Curtis isn’t married, he brings women home but he keeps that away from his boys. He won’t let his boys see any of the everyday shit that could be harmful to their psyche.” She had continued to size you up, a smirk tugging on her lips until she rolled her shoulder back and exposed a waterlily tattoo on the side of her neck.

“I’m sorry,” you furrowed your eyebrows and pursed your lips, remunerating on what your friend had told you earlier about Curtis Everett being frightening without her ever giving up his profession, “but what does Curtis do?”

There was a moment of silence that fell between the two of you, the silence that lingered as she drank from her glass of water before eventually setting it back against the marble. The clink of the bottom rim against the smooth countertop had nearly been overshadowed by the sound of boyish laughter and thundering footsteps coming straight toward the kitchen.

The twins you might be in charge of had come bustling into the kitchen heading straight toward the woman you had been talking to. They hadn’t faltered in running up to her and slamming themselves against her legs, hugging her tightly while talking at the same time. She had somehow embraced them both while lifting them onto the kitchen island, neither one paying attention to you until she had whispered to them.

The twins themselves seemed to exude trouble from their matching green eyes that sparked with mischief and secrets. Their dark brown hair had been cropped short in a Caesar cut, the two nearly identical cuts making it almost impossible to tell one from the other and yet one had a slightly more pronounced jaw than the next.

“My name’s Theo,” the seemingly bolder of the twins had lurched forward to stare deep into your eyes, sprawled across the marble surface, “how old are you?”

“Have you ever eaten a spider? A live spider?” The other twin crawled across the surface of the island toward you, his fingers spread and squeaking upon the surface. “Are you allerganic to fun?”

“Allergic,” you corrected, glancing between the two boys as they rapidly fired off questions to you, one after the other, “I’m allergic to crustaceans-“

“What are crust-ashes-“ the quieter twin had piped up, kicking his feet twice.

“Shellfish,” you looked from James to Theo and back again, unable to keep your eyes on one and not the other, “lobster and crab, oysters…”

“I don’t like lobster. I like chicken.” Theo huffed and flopped onto his back, holding his arms and legs into the air stiffly. “I wish I was a turtle-“

“Pari.” She held her hand out to you to shake, delicate and light tracings of ink on her left hand and forearm drawing your attention, even momentarily. “It’s what my boyfriend calls me.”

“Pari.” You repeated the name she had given you, shaking her hand while the twins continued to rattle off questions one after the other. “Y/N-“

“Curtis trusts me to make a good decision. You seem well rounded and you’re not a psycho, the twins like you-“

“You like me?”

“Do you have cooties?” Theo bound to his feet in a single moment, standing on his tippy toes in the middle of the island.

“I took my cootie shot and islands aren’t for standing on.” Your gentle scold had been met with a bout of energy from Theo, and a startling scream as he jumped off the island and goaded James to follow him.

“I’ll show you around tonight, give you the schedule and all the codes.” Pari had motioned for you to follow her out of the kitchen, across the entranceway into a study. “Tomorrow you’ll meet Curtis.”

“What does Curtis do?” You asked again after not getting a direct answer the first time.

“I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet.” She opened the door for you to step into the study, a contract sitting in the middle of the desk with a sleek silver pen on the paper. “His reputation is usually well known.”

“Oh, but I don’t…” You sat down before the desk while she sat on the other side, another smirk toying at her lips.

“He runs a motorcycle club and has half the county’s richest men in his pocket,” her smirk widened at your silence, “I’m surprised you didn’t know.”

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A Permanent Claim: Prologue

Heat bloomed against your palms and an exhale had fallen from your lips when you noticed the hands of time mocking you when you stole another glance at the clock hanging off the wall.

There was a certain window of availability which was quickly dwindling and each second that had passed in the back corner of his favourite hotspot was creating a bubbling and egregious twist to your stomach.

You were supposed to be at an interview for a nanny position in just over an hour and still, you were waiting for Hayden.

Your ex-boyfriend had texted you after months of stilled silence between the two of you, his desire to reconnect fuelling your desire to see his pretty green eyes again. Despite his penchant for being an upper-class ass, Hayden still made you feel lighter than you were willing to admit to. His green eyes, his boyish charm and the pedigree that was a cavern between the two of you also happened to be what brought you together.

His degree in business management was a career his father wanted for him, his life had dually been planned out for him and caused a strain on most of his relationships with his ordinary and normal friends. The pressure to be with someone in the upper crust of society had been part of the reason why you broke it off, and you had been disdained to admit that you missed him.

As arrogant and cocky as he could have been, you missed Hayden.

And he missed you enough to want to meet up and possibly rekindle your relationship, or at the very least become friends again.

Only Hayden was deridingly late and you were running out of free time for him.

“I know someone who works for a nanny agency. There’s a high turn-around job but it pays damn well. The guy is kind of terrifying but the kids are cute.” Your friend relayed the information that could have seen you placed with a single dad of two kids as a nanny.

And you were supposed to be readying yourself for an interview with someone hired to find the family a nanny, or it was a friend of your potential boss. Sending in your criminal record check and giving your professors’ recommendations and completing an early childhood education degree, CPR, first aid and child development courses wasn’t quite enough. The series of interviews you were supposed to be going through would be one of the final steps.

After, of course, you met the twins you would be responsible for.

If you ever got through this meeting with Hayden, if you had the chance to meet up as he promised you.

“High turnaround? Why is there such a high turnaround if the job is so well paying?” Your question had been met with hesitation and your friend had seemed to take longer to answer than you thought necessary.

“The guy is terrifying and he’s protective of who comes around his kids-“

“How is that a bad thing? The guy’s protective of his kids.” Your conversation rang out in your head in time with the bell above the door, and as you lifted your head to see Hayden walking in, your friends’ voices rang out again.

“There’s more to it than that, but I think this could be a good job. As long as you don’t get scared off.”

“Y/N,” Hayden approached the table you sat at, his green eyes dropping to the cup in your hands before they flit back toward your face, a smile briefly tugged at his lips, “how are you?”

“You’re cutting it close.” You snipped with more force than necessary, irritated that he was pushing you to the last moment.

As if he didn’t realize that this interview for a nanny job could be what made it possible to stay in the area, or was the catalyst to you crawling back home with shame and your tail tucked between your legs.

“Relax, I’m here now. I had a business meeting with my dad and my advisor.” His father was one of the richest men in town, save for a few known names, and his advisor was making sure he ended college with half a million dollars in his bank account and an avenue to make a half-million more without even lifting a finger.

“I don’t have much time, I have an interview for a nanny position-“

“A nanny?” Hayden’s surprise had cut you off and he had leaned in, crossing his arms on the table. “You want to be a nanny? Really?”

“Yes.” You felt as if your eye was beginning to twitch and the remainder of yet another reason why you and Hayden hadn’t worked out the first time had risen to the surface. “I love kids, I love working with kids.”

Hayden had hummed, his lips pursed and his eyebrows furrowed. He was, as he always had been, boyishly charming with the qualities of every kind of pretty fuck boy engrained in his being. Your relationship with him was fun as it always had been, but the pressure put on him by his parents to have a proper girlfriend from their social circles and Hayden’s lack of appreciation for what you chose to study in university had broken you.

And still, you wanted to try again. Still, you thought that if you could overlook his disapproval and the feeling of not being good enough…maybe the two of you could work out.

“That’s good for you.” He came across as condescending though you were sure he hadn’t meant to say it like that. “So you have an interview. Who with?”

You tapped the cup between your hands with your fingernails as you bit the inside of your cheek. You didn’t want to hold back from him and yet your tongue wouldn’t physically form the words you wanted it to. You were left in silence while you and Hayden stared each other down, him waiting for an answer and you becoming increasingly annoyed. Part of you was annoyed that he was being so irritating and vexing, the other part of you was increasingly drawn to him and his eyes.

Maybe part of you was mad, maybe it was some kind of crazed inner toxicity that made you want to be with him again.

Despite the flaws and boyishness.

“I have to go.” He just got here, you knew he had, but you had to leave.

Or maybe you were just needing space because he had pushed you a little far and you were seeking an escape. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. Whether it was nothing more than an excuse to leave him, or it was a true statement about needing to prepare, you would be leaving regardless.

“Wish we had more time to talk, I just got here.” Hayden stood when you had, his statement causing a twitch behind your left eye. “Maybe we can meet up after your interview. I’m heading to the Sharks club to watch the game.”

“Sure, why not.” You sidestepped the table, caught by his arm stretched before you preventing you from leaving yet.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N.” His lips met your cheek, a lingering kiss pressed to you before he dropped his arm and let you leave.

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A Permanent Claim

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: After taking a high turnaround job as a nanny, you find yourself thrown into the world of bikers where you’re claimed by the leader

Pairing: biker!Curtis Everett x nanny!Reader

Curtis & Mousey drabbles

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A Permanent Claim: Part 3

He could still feel the hit of his last cigarette on his tongue, the buzz from the nicotine placing him in a well enough mood to face the potential nanny that Pari had talked to.

The buzz from the dart that he’d finished before leaving the club was easing his aggression, halting his dire mood at least until he had taken stock of the woman that would be responsible for his twins when he wasn’t there.

It was a process to find someone who wasn’t willing to tamper down his kid’s excitement and eagerness to explore the world around them.

There had been a number of nannies that had come into the house only to quit within days or weeks, driven out by his twins chaotic and wild energy or their dislike of the ridgid women who tried to control their entire day.

Curtis had been through almost every nanny agency and every available caretaker without finding any long-term care for his twins, through his sons actions or his dislike for the women. They were young, they didn’t need ridgid schedules and mandatory quiet hours, and they didn’t need some nanny to enter their home attempting to reshape them into something they weren’t.

Going through the agencies that regurgitated the same kind of caretakers over and over had left Curtis angered by the lack of coordination for what he needed and what they thought he wanted. It was endless, having nanny after nanny come through his home only to be pushed away or quit because his boys were unhappy because of how they treated them.

His twins were his entire world, his twins were the most important people in his life and that had driven Curtis to find someone who would care about them in the same way he had. He didn’t want someone who looked at them like they were some problem that needed to be corrected or fixed, he needed someone who gave a damn about the little boys that he would die for.

I found a nanny, she’ll be perfect. Don’t be an asshole when you meet her — Pari

Curtis received the text a half hour before he had left the club, the message coming across with a subtle warning that both Pari and her boyfriend would give him hell if he tried to intimidate this new potential nanny. Curtis had felt momentary relief by the threat that was made, between the lines of Pari’s text, with the thinly veiled threat meaning that this nanny could be the one he was looking for.

It was weighing on his mind from the time he left the club and started making his way home, the hopeful draw of having someone good to watch his kids. Since his ex had walked out on him and his boys when they were just over a month old, denying any parental rights for them, Curtis had been working his ass off to give them everything they would ever need.

He was a single parent though he had a strong support network from the close members of the club and their significant others. They had all adored Theo and James as if they were their own, and there had never been a singular moment where Curtis had regretted doing it without their birth mother.

His ex walking away from him and his boys was the best damn thing to happen to him. He had never contacted her about coming back, he never tried to rekindle the sexual relationship that led to them having twins. He had let what happened between them die and turn to ash, and as far as he knew she was off on the coast living with some guy she met online while sleeping around on him.

I mean it. Don’t be an ass — Pari

The second message had come through his phone while he was reaching for the doorknob of the garage, his hand hovering above the sleek silver metal while he read the message. Without responding Curtis slipped his phone back into his leather jacket and then turned the handle, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

He kicked his boots off to the left not caring where they landed and slammed the door shut, just as quickly taking his phone out of his pocket before shrugging his jacket off and letting it drop where he stood. He stepped over the rumpled leather, following the sound of the quiet conversation coming from the kitchen where he found his boys huddled by the table and Pari standing by the fridge.

“Daddy’s back!” Theo stopped what he was doing, dropping the crayon in his hand to the plain page he had been colouring on and then scrambled across the table.

He jumped from the edge and scurried toward Curtis, launching himself at his legs to squeeze him tightly. Curtis had hugged Theo back while watching James focus on the drawing he was creating, admiring his son when he stuck his tongue out in order to concentrate on what he was doing.

“Where’s the nanny?” Curtis questioned Pari, raising an eyebrow when she turned to face him with her arms crossed over her chest. “Did she leave already?”

“She is amazing by the way,” Pari hadn’t answered his snarky question, instead she stepped away from the fridge and walked toward Curtis, first brushing Theo’s hair back and then she rest her hand upon Curtis’ shoulder, “I mean it, if you be an asshole-“

“That’s a bad word.” James piped up from the table, raising his head to look at his aunt with furrowed brows. “That’s a bad word right?”

“What’s a bad word?” As he heard someone else speak, Curtis glanced over his shoulder toward the potential nanny Pari had mentioned.

He knew from first glance that this nanny was nothing like the others who had shown up, the other women who had an air of sophisticated arrogance about them. All it took was a first glance at this potential nanny to know that she was different, almost cathartically so, from the others.

“Asshole, that’s a bad word right?” James innocently tilted his head as his mouth pursed, one of the crayons he was using placed between his upper and bottom lip as he waited for an answer.

“That’s…” Curtis studied you, the corner of his lips twitching as a smirk threatened to form when you seemed not to notice him. “You shouldn’t say that.”

“See, bad word.” James shook his head, glancing at his drawing with a look of complete and utter focus before he shrugged. “Daddy’s back.”

Curtis had bent to lift Theo from the floor, resting his oldest twin against his hip securely holding him in place. As Theo rest his head against Curtis’ shoulder, he had gotten a better look at you.

When you had finally realized he was there, you turned slowly to face him giving him a full and unobstructed view of you. He had raked his eyes over you in a slow and calculating way, from the mismatched socks that were both patterned to the pair of jeans you chose to wear that fit you like a glove.

The material clung to your thighs and hips, so well fitted to you Curtis wondered if they weren’t painted on. And as his speculative gaze rose further, a smirk had tugged on his lips when he watched you squirm and avert your eyes with anxiousness that was fuelled by his heady stare.

One look was all it took to get a full picture of who you were and what you were like. You were a good girl, someone who was quiet and bashful, almost skittish and afraid to have a lot of attention on you all at once.

“Curtis-“ Pari addressed him, her honey-laced brown eyes narrowing with a warning as her jaw ticked, the threat lingering on the back of his mind.

“So you’re the new nanny?” Curtis drew your attention back to himself, your eyes briefly meeting his though it was quick-lived. “Do you have a name?”

“Y/N,” you spoke quietly, mumbling your name while you shifted your weight from foot to foot.

You were intimidated by him, though he couldn’t discern if it was his appearance that scared you or if it was his reputation that frightened you. Regardless, he was overtly aware of the rise and fall of your chest with every tempered breath and the skittishness that you felt when he stepped toward you.

“Couldn’t hear you, wanna repeat yourself?” He was amused by you and your bashfulness, the way you wouldn’t or couldn’t look at him for longer than a few moments felt incredibly exhilarating.

He had come across more women that couldn’t stop looking at him, more women who were bold and emblazoned by their attraction to him. It was arrogant of him, he surmised, to be so immune to the way they had stared. But you, right now, unable to look at him was addictive. He was far more interested and immediately taken by your shyness than he ever would have been with a bolder woman.

“Y/N,” you spoke more clearly, finally looking at him although he could see the uncertainty in your eyes. “Y/N L/N.”

“Y/N.” He spoke your name with a half-smirk and simmering eyes.

You were quiet, like a little mouse caught in the vision of a cat on the hunt, unable to move without fear of being caught in the clutch of sharp claws. You weren’t aware of his reputation, he knew you couldn’t have been or else you wouldn’t be here in this house. If you had known what he was capable of…

“Have you been a nanny before?” While Curtis was questioning you, Theo had squirmed in his grasp and he relented to crouch down and let his son go, watching him as he moved back toward the table and his drawing.

“I have…I’ve never been a nanny but I have a full education in-“ you looked toward Pari, nervously licking your bottom lip with bubbling anxiety.

“She’s got a degree in early childhood education, she’s certified in first aid and she knows CPR,” Pari answered for you, her eyes becoming knitted and her lips turning to a scowl. “Dickhead.”

Curtis bit back a laugh and drew his hand to his face, running his palm over the edge of his beard to stifle a smirk.

He watched you from the corner of his eyes, reacting with shock at the way Pari had spoken to him in such a brash measure although he couldn’t blame you for your reaction. You didn’t know how close Pari was to Curtis and his twins. You didn’t know that beyond her being their non-blood-related aunt, Pari was also like a sister to Curtis.

Of the few people who could’ve talked back to Curtis and call him every cursed name under the sun, Pari was one of the few who could get away completely unscathed. He trusted her not just with his kids but with the process of choosing a nanny since she had helped him out with the constant shift in nannies that came through like a revolving door. Curtis knew that Pari wouldn’t have threatened to kick Curtis’ ass if she hadn’t thought you were worth keeping around.

“Are you in a relationship?” Curtis next question had caught you off guard, and he could easily picture the wheels in your head spinning as you pondered why he asked in the manner that he had.

“Umm…” Again, you looked at Pari and Curtis was struck by another jolt of amusement over your reaction to his question. “Are you allowed to ask me that?”

“I can ask you whatever I want.” Curtis crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles contracting and straining against his plain black shirt, tattoos peering under the hems of his sleeves.

“Curtis is being a dick.” Pari shot him a dangerous look, venom radiating from her warm honey-laced brown eyes.

“I’m keeping my kids in mind, Pari. I’m not going to have some random man-“ He countered Pari’s argument, the two of them verbally combatting each other.

“I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m not…” you swallowed and drew out a short breath, wiping your hands on your jeans. “I’m single and even if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t bring them around your kids. That’s…that’s not okay.”

Curtis looked past you toward his twins, watching the two of them colouring on pages that had been blank and now were filled with the works of their imaginations.

While Theo had conceptualized the image of a ship on the ocean with sharks and fish swimming in the water, James had drawn his idea of a forest with overhanging trees and snakes hiding in the grass. The two were almost oblivious to what was going on around them, they were in their worlds enjoying something they loved to do.

“This is a live-in nanny position, you stay here until you’re not needed-“

“Curtis she knows, I told her everything.” Pari was adamant about coming to your defence, it was clear that she liked you and believed you would be best for the role even without Curtis truly grilling you as he should have.

“I’m okay with that. Being here I mean, as a live-in nanny. I was kind of expecting it…” you shifted your weight from your left foot to your right and chewed on the inside of your cheek, one of the many nervous habits he was sure you had.

“Pari take her home. Theo, James, upstairs and get ready for bed.” Curtis spoke with finality, ending the conversation and what little interview there was.

“I don’t-“

“I better see you here tomorrow, new girl. I want you here at 8:30, don’t be late.” He spoke with gruffness, giving you a curt demanding start time for your first day with underlying expectations that he wouldn’t listen to bullshit excuses if you were late.

“Should I-“

“Dickhead.” Pari rolled her eyes at Curtis as he passed by you with Theo and James running off ahead, scoffing at him then ushering you toward the front door with her in tow.

Curtis climbed the stairs to the upper level and stopped, glanced over his shoulder to witness the front door closing and then drew his lips into a crooked grin.

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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

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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

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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