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[alicedopey]

I love it ! This is nice to get Nick’s perspective. I am really curious and excited 😜

Kinda itching to update Royal Decree so we can get more of Prince Nick Fowler and his Princess of choice. He's not going to be happy to hear her say she's not an option.

[alicedopey]

Ooooh something tells me she will see Steve very soon. He fell under her charm and will have to see her again. He might ask her to pose as his girlfriend too. Feelings will get in the mix, it’s gonna hurt 😞.

Loved it, great beginning ! ❤️

But If I Had Your Faith

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count: ~3.2k

Summary: You're in desperate need of a fake boyfriend and this handsome stranger looks friendly enough to ask.

Warnings: Explicit language, toxic ex, suggestive language, angst, anxiety All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

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A/N: I've had this thing half-done for a year, and I finally finished it! It's definitely on the lighter side of the stuff we normally have here, but of course, I couldn't resist adding in some angst. 🤭

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. And if you need to come scream at me, that's ok too!

As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

Please be as nice as you look. Please be as nice as you look, you chanted to yourself as you sidled up to the bar next to one of the broadest men you’d ever seen, his tux (that he looked like he’d been born in, compared to the designer dress you’d spent three full commissions on just so you’d have one thing you could wear to these events that didn’t look like it’d come from the mall) stretched tightly across his back, his golden blonde hair catching the light. The thing about him that you were counting on, though, was his smile – genuine and so, so friendly. Or at least, it had been when he’d been chatting with the bartender. You were afraid you might be about to test it now. 

You stood next to him, much closer than appropriate for complete strangers, but that was the point. You cast a wary eye behind you to see if anyone was looking in your direction, and then jumped right in. “Uh, hi, sir. I am so, so sorry to bother you, but I kind of need a gigantic favor.” He turned to you, his brow furrowed, and you plowed ahead, knowing if you paused at all, you’d just end up running away. “See, uh, my ex is here and he is just the biggest fucking asshole, like so awful, and he’s got some model on his arm, and I just– He hasn’t noticed me yet, but he will. He definitely will. And technically, I’m here for work reasons, so I can’t just leave. So, uh, I was wondering if maybe you could pretend to be my boyfriend? For just a minute! Like, five minutes. Maybe longer. An hour tops!” You finally paused for breath to find him staring at you, and the complete ridiculousness of the whole thing finally caught up to you. “Oh my god. Oh no. I’m so sorry! I should–”

“Sure.”

You stopped in your tracks, your turn to stare now. That smile was back on his face. “What?” 

“Sure,” he said again, his smile getting even bigger. “Sounds like fun.”

“I–” You couldn’t stop staring at him, your mouth hanging open. Why on earth would he agree to this? Stop, you told yourself. Pull yourself together. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. You closed your mouth so forcefully that you heard your teeth click. “Uh, okay. Great. Thank you! Um, can I buy you a drink or something?” You gestured to the bar. “For your trouble.”

His eyes sparkled as he chuckled lightly and held up his fairly full drink. “It’s an open bar,” he said, clearly very amused, but not at all unkindly. 

“Oh, uh, right,” you said, deciding to plow right through the embarrassment. “Should we go look at the art then?”

He nodded. “I’d love to. But there is one thing I need to know before we really get started.”

“Yes, of course,” you said seriously, ready to answer any question he might have about this very, very stupid idea.

He grinned. “What’s your name?”

“Huh?” you blinked at him. Then you realized. “Oh! Shit, oh!” You quickly gave him your name, and he grasped your hand where it rested at your side, giving it a subtle shake, that to anyone watching would’ve just been an affectionate squeeze. He was really good at this. You'd lucked out. 

“I’m Steve,” he said, quietly. “It’s nice to meet you.” And then he looked you right in the eyes, and you almost gasped. Oh no, he was so beautiful. How had you not realized? This might have been a fatal miscalculation, but it was too late to back out now.

“Nice to meet you, too,” you breathed and then had to literally shake yourself out of it. “Art?” you asked, starting to walk towards a painting, any painting. His hand still grasped yours as you made your way across the room.

When you came to a stop in front of a large canvas awash with color, Steve settled right next to you, his large hand resting on the small of your back. You were sure that to an outside observer, it looked intimate but respectful. But all you could focus on, somewhat hysterically, was how little he would have to move it to touch your ass. His hand was so warm. Shit, you really should have paid more attention and picked someone who wasn’t so fucking attractive. 

“So you said you’re here for work?” his low voice rumbled next to you.

“Uh, yeah,” you started. “I work for Smith and West, the art brokers.”

“Mmm,” he hummed as he gently guided you to the next piece. “So do you buy or sell?”

“Both and neither, I guess. I help people pick out pieces that will go in their homes. Like a personal shopper for art, basically.”

“That sounds interesting.”

“It’s really not, I promise you. Most people just want something that will match their furniture with a name that will impress their friends. They don’t really care about the art.” You stopped and really looked at the piece in front of you, mostly grayscale with pops of blue, swirling through it. It was terribly sad, this jumble of color, but there was something hopeful in it too.

You felt Steve watching you. “But you do,” he murmured. It wasn’t a question.

You turned to him and could only describe his gaze as searching. You shrugged. “Someone has to.”

The way he looked at you then had your mouth going dry. It was like he could actually see you. You weren't sure you'd ever been looked at like that before. It was too vulnerable. You cleared your throat and asked abruptly, “So, what about you?”

He blinked. “What about me?”

“Are you also here for work? Or because you just like art?”

“Somewhere in between,” he said with a soft smile. “There’s a lot of networking expected at events like this. But… I’m much happier to do it here than somewhere else.”

“So I’m not the only one who cares about the art.”

“No,” he said, his voice low. “Not tonight.” 

“What–” you started, then stopped, caught up in how oddly intimate this all felt. With this stranger. “Will you show me something here that you like?” Oh my god. What was your mouth doing??

But he just looked at you sincerely, and then the hand that had not left the small of your back gently guided you to the other side of the gallery and stopped in front of a large canvas that took up most of the wall. Big, loud brush strokes in bright colors worked together and in contrast to give the impression of birds filling the sky, flying up up up. “Oh,” you said so quietly. 

Steve awkwardly cleared his throat next to you. “Well,” he asked, with a shocking note of self-consciousness in his voice, “does my taste pass muster?”

Without realizing it, your hand had reached towards the painting, yearning to touch what you were sure would feel like feathers, even though the painting itself made no attempts towards realism. Your hand stilled in midair for a moment, and then you pulled it back. “It’s beautiful,” you said softly.

“Yeah? You already have a client in mind for it?”

“Oh no,” you said, so very seriously, turning back to face him. “I’d never doom something like this to be so unappreciated by one of my clients.”

His lips parted, the beginning of words starting to form when you caught sight of the biggest mistake you’d ever made, fucking Bryce, walking toward you with a woman who, yes, had to be an actual goddamn model on his arm. You’d somehow forgotten that he was looming. That the whole reason you had met Steve tonight was to protect you from this exact inevitability. You’d let your guard down, and now you felt wholly unprepared. 

He was still on the other side of the room, and you didn’t think you’d been obvious about clocking him, so you still had a moment to do something. In a moment of sheer panic, you stepped completely into Steve’s space, with a murmured “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I just have to– Sorry!” that was only for him to hear and then you lunged forward and kissed him.

To his immense credit, it only took Steve half a beat to get over any surprise and begin to kiss him back. His lips were soft, plush. If you’d given yourself time to expect anything, you would have expected the kiss to be stiff, awkward. But it wasn’t. It was… nice. It was really nice. His hand on your back held you close, but you knew you’d be able to pull away whenever you needed to. He didn’t try to push anything, press his luck in any way. He let you keep control of what was happening. You didn’t think you’d ever had a kiss that made you feel so safe before. Cared for.

You pulled away, trying to cover up any regret you might feel at the loss of it. You placed a hand on his muscled chest. “Sorry,” you whispered again. Your lips tingled.

“Hey,” he said, softly, and if you hadn’t known any better, you would have thought there was some husk in his voice. “Don’t–”

He was interrupted by someone calling your name, and thankfully, he picked up on who it was right away. The hand that had been on your back now snaked around to rest on your hip, pulling you just a bit closer. 

Bryce said your name again as he stopped in front of you. “Been a while.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed through a tight-lipped smile. “I’m surprised to see you here. Not your usual scene.”

“Yeah, well,” he smirked, “Alaina loves art.”

“Yeah,” the woman next to him, Alaina, apparently, said. You were pretty sure you’d seen her in Vogue. “I love art.”

You thought your jaw might crack from how tense it was. “I bet you do,” you said, trying and probably failing to keep your tone pleasant. Steve’s thumb brushed against your hip in a soothing manner, and you tried to surreptitiously take a deep breath. 

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised to see you here. Working hard as always, aren’t you?” Bryce said, with a suggestive glance toward Steve. You weren’t sure you’d ever hated anyone more in your life. He took a step forward with his hand extended for a shake. “Bryce Langley,” he introduced himself. 

Steve took the proffered hand. “Steve Rogers,” he said, clear as day, and you were pretty fucking sure, despite all your best efforts, that you did a full double-take.

Steve Rogers. Steve. Rogers. Steve Rogers. The CEO of SHIELD Corp, the giant multi-conglomerate, was pretending to be your fake boyfriend. You had kissed Steve Rogers!  What was happening?? This had to be a fever dream. 

Luckily, Bryce’s own shock seemed to have masked your own. With a low whistle, he turned back to you. “Holy shit,” he said, “no one can ever say you lack ambition, huh?” And then to Steve, he added, “Word of advice, she’s got a type. Might want to hide the checkbook.”

You tried very hard not to visibly blanche at that or give any indication that part of you had just shriveled up. Of course, Bryce would say that, you tried to tell yourself. Someone who cared so damn much about money that he couldn’t imagine anyone else might feel differently, might value other things. You shouldn’t take anything he said personally. But you did. The part of you that could still feel the humiliation from when he dumped you probably always would.

Steve took a step forward, somehow making himself seem even taller and broader, and in an impossibly low voice said, “Excuse me?”

While you were very grateful that he seemed to be taking his role as your date so seriously, there was a sudden tension in the air that felt unpredictable. It made you nervous. You stilled Steve with a tentative hand on his wrist. 

“Bryce and I met,” you interjected, for the sake of saying anything that might diffuse the situation, “when I was buying art for his grandfather.”

“Mhmm,” Bryce hummed, his eyes raking up and down your body shamelessly. You felt Steve’s grip on you tighten. “And you wasted no time getting your hooks in me, huh?”

You forced a laugh as heat rushed to your face. You would not let Bryce get to you. Not in front of him, at least. “Oh sure,” you said, a labored smile stretching your face so wide that it hurt, “I overpowered you with the one-two punch of not being able to shut up or string together a coherent thought. You always found both so charming.” You laughed again, trying so hard to keep up a ‘just joking around with friends’ tone. But you could feel it slipping. You were hanging on by your fingernails. 

“Mm, yeah.” Bryce matched your jokey smile, but there was a mean glint in his eyes when he continued, “That was never my favorite part. Luckily, your mouth was so good at other things.”

You had hoped, for a moment, after Steve had revealed his identity, that maybe the presence of someone so important and powerful might force Bryce to restrain himself, just a little. But you should have known better. There’d never been a moment since he’d been born that Bryce had ever doubted his own importance, even (especially) compared to others. His life had, unfortunately, taught him that he was invincible. You were reminded, yet again, how awful it was to bear the brunt of his self-belief.

Just as you could feel yourself starting to wilt completely, Steve’s hand on your side was turning you away from the conversation. He cleared his throat, and you could feel how tightly coiled his entire body was. “Well,” he gritted out, “as lovely as this has been, there are some people here we need to talk to, if you’ll excuse us.” Then his hand returned to your back, and he practically pushed you away from Bryce, aiming for a more sparsely populated area of the gallery.

Once he had you somewhere quieter, somewhere out of sight, Steve’s hands were off of you. A stupid part of you immediately missed his touch. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, trying to ignore the way your voice shook. You looked away, embarrassed. You couldn’t tell if you were upset because a stranger had witnessed that awful display, how weak Bryce always made you, or if you were upset that it was Steve. 

But even with your head turned completely away, you could feel the way Steve stared at you. “I should have punched him,” he said, almost growled, and you tried not to revel in having someone’s protective instincts trained on you. But it wasn’t real. None of tonight had been real. You needed to remember that. 

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you said, feeling small. “I can’t afford to cause a scene like that while I’m working.” You looked around at all the rich people milling about, drinking free champagne, eyes glossing over at the art. “I need this job. I need these relationships.”

Steve exhaled, and you finally let yourself look back at him. “You’re right,” he said. “I’m sorry.” 

In response, you blurted out, “I can't wrap my head around you being so kind to me.” Oh god. Bryce was right.

Steve’s brows furrowed. “Why? Just because I'm rich, that means I can't be kind?”

“And powerful,” you added. “And yeah, in my experience, that's exactly what it means.”

He didn’t say anything to that, just stared at you with his lips pursed and his eyes filled with not the pity you expected, but sympathy. Empathy. 

Finally, he was the one to look away first, focusing on an empty spot in the corner. “Bryce is a piece of shit,” he rumbled. 

A small laugh escaped you, a little manic, very relieved. “Yeah, he is.” You sighed, some of the tension finally releasing from your body. You shook your head and answered the question Steve hadn’t asked, but you knew he was thinking. “It took me too long to realize that the mean streak that peaked out, just a little at first, but more and more as we continued dating, was so baked into who he was as a person. I don’t know,” you said with a shrug. He’d turned back to you, giving you his full attention. “He was the most care-free person I’d ever met. I was so envious of that, hoped maybe it would rub off on me. And he brought me into a world that I’d only ever caught glimpses of from the outside looking in. It was intoxicating. And I just couldn’t see, couldn’t understand, the cost of it all until it was too late.”

Steve nodded and took a step forward, his hands held in front of him, fingers fidgeting together. “I know those feelings,” he said, his voice low, soft. “I–”

But before he could continue, or you could ask how Steve Rogers, of all people, could have ever felt like an outsider, a sharply dressed, petite woman with fire-engine red hair and stilettos that could kill a man, materialized out of thin air right in front of the two of you. “I’m so sorry to interrupt,” she said to Steve, a small tablet in her hand, “but we promised the mayor’s chief of staff five minutes and he’s about to leave.”

Steve sighed. “Right,” he said to her, a look of resigned duty on his face. He turned back to you, lightly touching your hand. “I’ll be right back,” he said quietly. “I promise.” Then he straightened his jacket and followed the woman back towards the bar.

The moment he was gone, it was like whatever spell you’d been under lifted. What were you doing? You were suddenly extremely aware of who he was and, more importantly, who you were. You’d monopolized the attention of one of the most powerful men in the country—in the world—for the entire evening as part of a hare-brained scheme to– to what? Save a little face in front of your ex-boyfriend? You felt pathetic and embarrassed and so very out of place. He was kind enough not only not to tell you to get lost, but to go along with the whole stupid idea, to pretend, to let you kiss him.

In that moment, you hoped the floor might open up and swallow you whole. Well, you could still do him a favor to repay the one he’d done for you. You could remove yourself from his evening. Let him get back to his important business. It was the right thing to do, for his sake.

So you made one last quick lap of the gallery, marked down the information of a few pieces you thought would work for one of your clients, then collected your coat and went outside to hail a cab.

And maybe, a few months from now, Steve would at least speak a little fondly when he told this strange story at cocktail parties.

Don't hate me! I promise there's more coming!

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[alicedopey]

I am screeching. You are driving me crazy there.

On top of that, Conrad is mentioned, yay 😀

Kinda itching to update Royal Decree so we can get more of Prince Nick Fowler and his Princess of choice. He's not going to be happy to hear her say she's not an option.

[alicedopey]

Oh a first kiss, that was so sweet. Let’s hope Steve’s idea will go well because I am scared for her and Bear. 🐻

The contract (10)

Summary: Steve wants your brother to sweeten the deal.

Pairing: Soft Dark Mafia!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Jake Jensen, Sam Wilson, Brock Rumlow, August Walker, and Bear

Warnings: angst, scared/shy reader, mafia au, mentions of past abuse/violence against the reader, soft dark Steve, fluff

Catch up here: The contract (9)

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“She offered what?” Bucky can’t believe you willingly wanted to risk your life to lure your brother into a trap. “She’s brave; I give her that. A little reckless and maybe dumb but brave.”

“Stop talking like that about Y/N,” Steve warns. He doesn’t like the idea of you meeting up with Jason. “She won’t go anywhere near that bastard. He planned all of this. Jason knew I’d step in and take Y/N with me.”

“He’s not as dumb as we believed at first,” Jensen throws in. “Well, maybe…” He clears his throat. “Y/N’s idea isn’t the worst. We could follow her and strike the moment he gets near her.”

“Why would he? What could Y/N possibly tell him to make him believe that she wants to help him? After everything she had to endure because of him.”

“Jason still thinks he owns me,” you say as you step inside the room. The men stop their conversation to stare at you and Bear. The Leonberger sits down next to you, looking at Steve. “I never flinched or talked back. I was his obedient victim, beaten into submission. He’s too arrogant to believe that a few days could change me.”

“Y/N, no.” Steve sternly says. “I will not let you do this. We will find a better way to bring Jason down. When I got you out of there, I promised you that I would not let anyone hurt you ever again.”

“I won’t get hurt,” you point at Steve, smiling softly. “You’ll be there to protect me. Just like you did at the park. I trust you, Steve.”

“Doll, I cannot let you risk your safety. This is my last word.”

Everyone sighs inside the room. They are worried about safety, but the opportunity to get hold of Jason is too tempting.

“Steve, if we are with her, nothing will happen.” Bucky tries to convince his friend. “Don’t you have faith in us?”

“Not when it comes to Y/N!” Steve bites back, making Bear tense. Your dog grits his teeth, looking around the room. “Bear, sit. No one is a threat.”

Bear relaxes, but keeps an eye on the other men in the room. He seems to trust no one but you and Steve.

“Bear,” you sigh and crouch down to ruffle his fur. “Good boy. You’ll get a treat later.”

“Man, that dog is huge,” Sam comments while everyone watches you cuddle the beast of a dog. “What does that thing eat?”

“His name is Bear,” you mutter under your breath. “He’s not a beast nor a thing. Bear is my dog. Leave him alone.”

“Stop this,” Steve snaps at his friend. “You almost made her cry. Bear is a good dog. He bit that bastard before he had the chance to hurt Y/N. That dog did a better job than I and my men that day.”

“Bear, huh?” Bucky glances at your dog. “Still, what does he eat? I mean, a dog that size has to maintain their fluffy body.”

You giggle at the word "fluffy." “I’ll go back to the kitchen to feed Bear. If you changed your mind about Jason, tell me so.”

Steve sighs deeply, watching you and Bear leave the room. He runs one hand down his face, hiding from the world for a second.

“Don’t say it,” he curses himself. “I know her plan is not the worst, but I just can’t do this. Forcing her to face Jason again. No. I’d never forgive myself for doing so.”

“Steve will kill me for this,” Bucky says, pacing back and forth. You begged him to give you the phone that the maid received from Jason. “What if anything happens to you?”

“You will all be there, right?” You look at the phone in your hand, fighting to stop your hand from trembling. “I don’t want to do this, but it’s the only way. I must pay Steve back for saving me and Bear.”

“Girl, he’s head over heels for you,” Brock grumbles, watching you fumble with the phone. “If you do this, he’ll be more mad than thankful.” He looks at Bucky, shaking his head. “Barnes, he won’t like this, and you know it. Let’s find another way.”

You whimper on the phone, pretending to be in distress. If you can make it believable, maybe Jason will agree to meet up with you.

“Jason,” you murmur, playing the obedient sister. “Please…get me out of here. He’s… that man is hurting me. Please. I can’t stay here. I’ll do anything.”

Jason wants to laugh at your predicament, but he listens closely. Maybe his plan with the lovesick maid wanting to impress him worked out in the end.

“What do you have to offer? If I put myself in danger to save you, my disgraceful half-sister, I need a little more than your empty promises.”

“I heard him talk about a deal, and there is this man called Rumlow. He said you wanted to do business with him,” you whisper into the phone. “I have this flash drive that a man named Jensen wanted to give Rogers. You can have it.”

“Flash drive, huh?” Jason sounds a little more enthusiastic, hearing about the data you could deliver to him. You’re about to talk about a meeting point when someone snatches the phone out of your hands.

“Sorry to disappoint, Jason. Your lovely sister will stay with me and fulfill all of my desires. If you’d excuse us now, I have to punish her for talking to you.”

Steve smashes the phone against the wall, destroying it. You whimper and step away, holding up your hands to protect yourself from the blow you expect.

“Doll, hey.” Steve coos your name and wraps you in his arms to calm your trembling form down. “Nothing I said is true. I wanted to mess with his mind.”

You fist Steve’s shirt, still unsure if he’s angry at you. “I wanted to help you. You saved me, and all you got in return is a mouth to feed and damaged goods. I have no worth for you.”

“Doll…Y/N.” Steve cups your face to look at you. “Even if you are damaged goods—I’m not saying you are. Broken things aren’t meant to be discarded or thrown away. They are meant to be loved more deeply.

The look in his eyes makes your knees buckle. His lips come closer, and you're about to faint, feeling them press against yours. You don’t know what to do. The only kiss you ever shared was at the age of six, and the boy was a bad kisser.

“What is it?” Steve asks. “Was that too much? Did you not like it?”

“I… I don’t know how to do this.” You shake your head. That was stupid. “I mean… I know how this works, but I have never done it. I wasn’t allowed outside, only for school and nothing beyond. No man was allowed to get close to me, so…”

Steve doesn’t know if he wants to wrap you in a blanket to protect you from the world or lay claim to you right here and now. He makes an odd noise before hugging you again.

“It’s alright, doll. We have time,” he murmurs, but something primal stirs within him. The need to claim what no man before him had. “I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

“I liked it, though,” you giggle while hiding your face in his chest. “Billy wasn’t half as good as you.”

“Billy?” Steve tenses. Did someone before him dare to touch you?

“He kissed me for my sixth birthday. It was a dare,” you explain, feeling Steve relax against you. “It was more slobbering on my cheek than a kiss.”

“We should get some rest now.” Steve guides you to your bedroom, not wanting to let go. “No more conspiring with Bucky or anyone else. I found a better way to handle Jason…”

[alicedopey]

Release some steam, Siri 😏

:: is on vacation from work for 5 days ::

:: returns to 287 emails ::

🫩🫩🫩

[alicedopey]

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeee !

Kinda itching to update Royal Decree so we can get more of Prince Nick Fowler and his Princess of choice. He's not going to be happy to hear her say she's not an option.

[alicedopey]

Give me mad Nick who’s gonna claim his woman (gently but firmly)

Kinda itching to update Royal Decree so we can get more of Prince Nick Fowler and his Princess of choice. He's not going to be happy to hear her say she's not an option.

[alicedopey]

Oooooh absolutely not 😏

Trying to decide who to write for next Tuesday (September 2).

Walter & Spitfire haven't had an update since April but I'm not sure what to write for them.

Curtis & Heart are in the middle of stress from Chase.

Syverson & Darling are due for a talk.

Got a long term plan figured out for Mike & Boss Lady that I could act on.

Pine & Rose are likely still dealing with crap from work "friends" about their relationship.

Maybe I've just got too many choices...

[alicedopey]

That would be lovely 🥹 She needs it…and he probably needs it too.

Trying to decide who to write for next Tuesday (September 2).

Walter & Spitfire haven't had an update since April but I'm not sure what to write for them.

Curtis & Heart are in the middle of stress from Chase.

Syverson & Darling are due for a talk.

Got a long term plan figured out for Mike & Boss Lady that I could act on.

Pine & Rose are likely still dealing with crap from work "friends" about their relationship.

Maybe I've just got too many choices...

[alicedopey]

Well if you insist 🤣 You know how much I love Jonathan and Rose. Maybe trouble in paradise because of stress at work, Rose starts being scared that the rejection will happen (both at work and in their personal lives)

Walter and Spitfire….hmmm, maybe just some domestic scenes. Bonding. Walter might have some insecurities too.

I admit I also love Mike and Boss!Lady, their dynamics seems really interesting and I can’t wait to see them getting closer…maybe because of the brother.

Syverson and Darling…my gosh, I love them so much too. But the pain I feel for them 😭😭😭 Maybe Sy could take her to the beach once they had their talk, just to take her away from the stress.

Trying to decide who to write for next Tuesday (September 2).

Walter & Spitfire haven't had an update since April but I'm not sure what to write for them.

Curtis & Heart are in the middle of stress from Chase.

Syverson & Darling are due for a talk.

Got a long term plan figured out for Mike & Boss Lady that I could act on.

Pine & Rose are likely still dealing with crap from work "friends" about their relationship.

Maybe I've just got too many choices...

[alicedopey]

Do you want some help ? Unbiased of course 😇 😏

Trying to decide who to write for next Tuesday (September 2).

Walter & Spitfire haven't had an update since April but I'm not sure what to write for them.

Curtis & Heart are in the middle of stress from Chase.

Syverson & Darling are due for a talk.

Got a long term plan figured out for Mike & Boss Lady that I could act on.

Pine & Rose are likely still dealing with crap from work "friends" about their relationship.

Maybe I've just got too many choices...

[alicedopey]

Well Lloyd was okay here. He behaved. I know he is unpredictable but at least he was nice. He can play nice when he wants and that’s what he did with the mother and the family. Let’s see how that goes once Bucky invades the room.

Now I think he learned his lesson about the cold but it also might come in handy and give him an excuse to cuddle.

Thanks for updating this one ! ❤️

Meet the Family 10

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Summary: Your boss needs a last-minute favour for the holidays.(petite!reader)

Characters: Lloyd Hansen!

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"Caribou Bend." Lloyd reads the corroded sign. "Sounds... Rustic."

"Cottage country." You explain. "Always spend Christmas up here."

"1000 miles north of shit fuck." He remarks.

"We use kilometers, here."

He snorts. "You're funny, pixie. Maybe I shouldn't be so worried about being bored off my balls."

You grumble. You're worried about it. If he gets bored, you can't say what he'll get up to.

You steer around the curve in the road. The trees cluster to one side and you swerve again. The S marks the crest of your family's land.

"Didn't take you as the bougie type. You seemed to hate all the golden-linings back by home." He muses as he stares through the window.

"Not really. It's old land. Inherited. Let me lower your expectations. When I say cottage country, I mean Little House on the Prairie not White Lotus."

He scoffs. "Quaint."

You sigh as you pull up to the dirt lot, twigs and pinecones framing the small clearing. You park along the edge. There isn't much room left for another car.

"This is home?"

"I guess." You say and peer up at the aged wooden siding. You chew your lip.

"You're sexy when you do that but you're gonna gnaw it off sooner or later," he pokes your lip. You flinch away.

"It's just this place." You shrug. You won't say more. 

He won't know why you hate coming here or that the last ten years or so, you met your family in the city under some lame excuse. He never did give you enough time off.

"Fuck, you look like you've seen a ghost, pixie poo. I thought I had skeletons but your closet must be a full blown warehouse."

"Shut up. You know how family is."

"Boy do I ever. Why don't you trust me? You had my back, I've always got your nine." He winks. "Hard to look away once you notice it--"

You swing your arm but stop from hitting his shoulder. It's a bad habit. One you never had before him.

"Just get out. My mother's probably ranting already. Ugh. I... Lloyd. Just do me one favour." You look at him.

"I can make it fast," he flicks the tip of his tongue out.

"Urgh. Stop. No. My mother. Just don't... She's got some quirks. Please don't mention them." You plead.

"Quirks?" He nods. "Moms are like that, aren't they? I'm sure she's no where as bad as mine."

"Not in the same way." You utter.

You pull the handle and get out. He does the same. You drag your feet and pop the trunk. He insists on doing the heavy lifting.

"I'm gonna be your gentleman," Lloyd puts the glasses back on before he hauls up your suitcase. "Sweetie pie. Call me your simp."

"Just let me do the talking." You hiss.

You lead him around the cars and up to the front porch. The windows glow in the late afternoon hue. You can hear voices inside.

You enter and hesitate by the door. You take your boots off as the din disguises your arrival. Lloyd put the bags near the doorway to the den and steps out of his loafers.

"You're going to break your neck in those things," you chide.

"I'll have you to kiss it better," he snickers.

You motion at him to hush. Not quick enough. Your name chimes in the air.

Harmony, your older sister, sashays through the door and hooks you on a tight hug. She has to bend over to do so.

"There you are!" She trills. "My lovely sisterrrrrr."

You try to smile but you're sure it's more a grimace. She was, and always will be, a theatre kid. Lloyd sidles closer.

"Are you going to introduce me to..." Lloyd looks her up and down.

"My sister. Harmony." You gesture lazily.

"Sister. Really. You two?" He glances between you. "Looks like she took at the height."

"Oh, she was sweet enough to let me have it," Harmony giggles. "Mom is waiting."

She sobers up with those words. You do too. You show your teeth and nod.

"Hey," you turn to Lloyd. "Stay here."

"Yeah, good idea," Harmony says. "I'll introduce him. Oh, and why didn't you tell us about him? You know you're going to have spill all the deets later!"

"Yes. Later. Not now."

You go down the hall as your sister wrangles Lloyd into the front room. The voices are all familiar. Good luck to him. You're more worried about you.

You peek into the kitchen. Your mother is standing before the open cupboards. She sets a bowl inside the other. The twitches and moves it into another. Then she lifts it and the one beneath and switches them. She puts them back only to take them both out. 

"I liked the first one. Made sense." You say.

She back up, hands raised and faces you. You near the worn old counter and pump sanitizer into your palm. You rub your hands together.

"I'll wipe down our stuff shortly." You assure her. "Mom."

"Oh, boo. You made it." She comes closer and hugs you without touching you. She's perfected the art of hovering her arms on either side of you and blowing a kiss.

"I'm sorry, mum. Really. I had everything booked and I just--"

She backs up and crosses one arm over her stomach, her other hand at her neck. She tugs at the tail of the card that hides most of her hair. You frown.

"You have a man. I get it."

"No. It's not a good excuse. I should've been here." You push your thumbnail into the nailbed of your index.

"You should've," she agrees and scratches under the scarf.

"Mom," you go to her and wave away her hand. She flinches as you touch the scarf. You check beneath it. "Mom. Your hair."

"I've been taking my pills. The doctor says it's just... It's gonna take time to heel up." 

"Especially if you don't stop scratching." You gird.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." She backs up. "Your here." She blinks big. "You're safe." You watch her finger tick; one, two, three.

"I am." You promise.

"And this man." She clicks her tongue. Once then twice. "Sorry. Sorry. You remember how I was when I meet Harmony's girlfriend. And the one before. And the one before."

"Yes, mom." You drone. "He's..."

"Are my ears burning?" Lloyd struts in. You hope he wasn't there long.

"Ah, this must be mama." He heads straight for your mother with his arms outstretched. "I'm so happy to finally meet you--"

You catch his hand and yank him away. You grab the sanitizer bottle and pump it into his palm. He tries to jerk away.

"Gotta sanitize," you say. "No touching."

You let him go and slowly he rubs his hands together. He looks at your mother and nods.

"My bad, Gerdy? Is it? I wasn't thinking. I'm a hugger." He puts his hands on his hips. "Nice to finally meet."

Your mouth bounces on her feet. She hides her hands behind her. You know she's picking her nails.

"You too. You. Too." She repeats rhythmically. "And you made sure she's safe. Thank you."

"Me? No, she keeps me safe, ma'am. She can more than take care of herself," he chuckles.

"Yes, she's... Strong." You mother says softly. She turns to you. "You said hello to dad?"

"Not yet."

She frowns. "You know where to find him."

You turn. "Come on."

You leave as you hear the bowls clinking again. Back and forth. She'll stop eventually.

Lloyd follows you out. "Your family's nice--"

"Don't." You warn. "My mom isn't..."

"She's nice too." He says. "How about dad? Is he the one I should worry about?$

"Lloyd. I mean it. Okay. You have to just... Give her space."

"I got it. Okay. I'm a fucking asshole but I can tell she's got enough problems without me." He says. "So let's rip off the bandaid. I met your cousins with the tattoos from chin to asshole and the ones who won't stop talking about hockey. So let's go."

You sniff and lead him back to the front door. "Gonna need your shoes."

You step into your boots and open the door. He follows you out. You trod over the beaten snow and to the narrow path of half-snowed in footprints.

You go to the shed and knock on the door. The noise of metal tinging on metal is all that responds. You push inside.

Your dad is hunched over, a medley of parts strewn over the wooden work table as he wears three sets of glasses. The space heater buzzes loudly by his feet.

"Dad, it's me." You say.

"His, boo." He says without looking away from his work.

"Um, and this is Lloyd. Uh.... My boyfriend." You explain.

"That's nice, boo."

"Hello, sir." Lloyd says.

No answer. You nod and back out. You collide with Lloyd and let the door shut.

"Lively," he says. "So what is he making?"

"Nothing." You say as you turn to him. "It's just his way of hiding from everyone. He doesn't know what any of those parts do."

"Really?" He furrows his nose as the tip turns red.

"You really don't need to worry about my dad. You probably won't see him again." You brush by him and head back to the house. His feet crunch through the snow behind you.

"It's a nice little place--"

You stop on the porch steps and face. "Look, stop. Just stop. Okay? I know how my family comes off. We're not rich or refined or anything like that. Oh, and if you gotta go, number two. The outhouse is opposite the shed."

"Hey, I didn't -- wait? Outhouse?" He exclaims.

"Yup." You scoff. "Welcome to cottage country."

🎁

You could sleep for months. Years, even. You know that won't happen. Especially as you're shut in with Lloyd once more.

The floor creaks under his weight as he perused the room. He scans the quilt woven by the Chippewa crafters from the local market and the tarnished brass vase by the window. It's much too simple for him.

"Hmm," he grabs the bed frame and makes it groan. "Noisy."

He looks at you. You roll your eyes.

"Stay still and it won't bother you." You huff.

"Just saying," he sits and the wood creaks even louder.

He says too much. You go to the window and make sure the curtains are shut. It gets cold at night.

You turn on the space heater. The bed makes even more noise. You turn back as he leans against the pillows, his long legs stretched down the mattress.

"You know, put a fireplace in here and it'd be romantic." He chortles.

"Uh huh." You go to your suitcase and pull out your pajamas. The thick flannel ones. 

He sits up and unclasps the chain around his neck. He sets it aside and pulls off his turtle neck. You put your back to him and focus on dressing.

"You're gonna wanna wear something. It gets cold." You warn.

"I'll survive. You hosers talk about game. It's not that bad," he boasts.

You shrug. Not your problem.

You tuck into bed and reach over to yank the chain on the lamp. You ignore him as you lay on your side. You feel him tugging on the blankets.

"This is cozy. You know, I know this chapter up in Whistler."

"Uh huh. The one I book you every Valentines." You snip.

"Oh, right," he sniffs. "Well it's really nice. Why I keep going back."

"Sure," you yawn. "I need to sleep."

"Right. Long day." He clucks. "You really put in the work, pixie. The way you got everything together. Kept me on track."

You could choke him if you weren't so damn tired. So he is self-aware? You pull the blanket higher.

"Go to sleep. My mom's an early bird and I know for a fact you are not."

"Hey, if I got you, I can make it work," he says. He wiggles beside you and slaps your ass. "Night night."

Your eyes close and you ease into the sleep itching under your kids. The world turns to a void around you as you forget it all. Nothing is so nice. It's peaceful.

You wake to a snare around you. You're shaking. No. You're not.

Lloyd's teeth chatter in your ear as he clings to you. He nuzzles into your hair.

"I told you--"

"I know, pixie pie. I'm freezing the danglers off over here." He squeezes you. "Goddamn, I think my taint is frostbitten."

"Lloyd," you sigh.

"I'm okay, I'm okay. You're so warm..." He shivers.

"Just shut up and try to sleep." You close your eyes again. "Goddamn."

[alicedopey]

Close to Me Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary: You're in desperate need of a fake boyfriend and this handsome stranger looks friendly enough to ask. But when it's done, he might need you to return the favor.

Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst Individual warnings will appear on each part.

But If I Had Your Faith Coming soon

If Only I Was Sure

Mini-series

[alicedopey]

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh…I know I am going to suffer but I am gonna like it 😅

Close to Me Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary: You're in desperate need of a fake boyfriend and this handsome stranger looks friendly enough to ask. But when it's done, he might need you to return the favor.

Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst Individual warnings will appear on each part.

But If I Had Your Faith Coming soon

If Only I Was Sure

Mini-series

[alicedopey]

Yep 9+ years. We are desperate like that 😅 and old. 🤣

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[alicedopey]

🤭 I love this ! Best way to spend a vacation: cockwarming and A/C. I am a fall/winter woman, I hate heat. I want sweaters, I want hot cocoa, I want cuddles on a sofa. See ? Ransom is made for me hehe 😛

Last Resort

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,452 Summary: You and Ransom are not summer people. Warnings: AU. Two people who are cranky about summer and hot weather (although one is definitely crankier than the other) lollll. Low key ridiculous shenanigans tbh. Fluff. Cockwarming. Soft!Ransom.

A/N: This is my entry into the lovely @bigtreefest ‘s 300 Followers Celebration. Congrats again, Essie! I hope even though you like summer, you enjoy this lil dose of being cranky about summer lol ❤️

Prompts: “who thought a place with mosquitoes was a good idea?” + resort/hotel

You caught a sudden movement from the corner of your eye just before you heard the sharp smack.

“Who thought a place with mosquitoes was a good idea?” Ransom snarled from beside you.

Like you, he was occupying one of the fancy beach loungers on the perimeter of one of the many pools sprinkled around the luxury island resort’s property.

He sat up with a huff, wiping his hand off on a nearby towel. His hair was in a disarray, his face tinged red, and at the moment, you weren’t sure if it was from being baked in the sun for a second day in a row, or his ire.

“I do believe a sexy island getaway was your idea, handsome,” you murmured, hiding your grin behind your book when Ransom whipped around to glower at you. 

“I fucking hate it here,” he continued to rant. “It’s so fucking hot, I can barely breathe. All of the water is fucking boiling so we can’t even cool off in the pool or ocean. My ice cold fruity drink that I just ordered five minutes ago is already fucking warm, and there are more bugs here than I’ve ever seen in my whole life. This weather can suck my left nut!”

“No need to threaten infidelity, I am sitting right here.”

This time you couldn’t hide your amusement as Ransom growled at you.

“Okay,” you sighed, wincing as you sat up and your sweaty skin stuck to the back of the lounger despite the way you were sitting in the somewhat cooler shade of a big umbrella. “This actually is pretty awful,” you conceded. “I was trying to keep a positive attitude and be grateful, because I am grateful that you booked this getaway for us, but Jesus Christ, it’s like we’re on vacation in the fires of hell.”

“Right?!” Ransom flailed his hands. “I have half a mind to book a jet to the coldest place I can think of. Only, I can’t fucking think straight because I’m pretty sure my brain has fucking melted. ” 

His voice was now more whining than growling, and despite your own tropical-weather induced misery, because really, you were a fall/winter person at heart, you couldn’t help but smile.

You had never seen Ransom act like this before.

Yes, he could be a bit of a diva, and a troll, and sometimes an arrogant shit, but this meltdown (heh, pun so not intended) was a first, and…it was kind of adorable?!

“Okay, let’s go,” you tossed your book into your tote bag, rising to your feet and sliding it up onto your shoulder before holding your hand out to Ransom.

Still scowling, he just stared up at you for a moment, and then he jumped to his feet and enveloped your hand in his.

You weaved around the other resort patrons as you left the pool side area, tugging Ransom behind you as you navigated through the resort lobby to the elevators. After a quick ride upstairs, you were slipping into your suite and shutting the door behind you.

Then you marched determinedly over to the thermostat and set it as cold as it could go before moving on to the bedroom to do the same. Next was a pit stop at the bedside table to call down to the front desk and order some lunch to be left just inside your sitting room, and then you turned to meet your boyfriend’s gaze.

Ransom looked a tiny degree less miserable as he trailed after you like an aimless duckling, but he was still pouting and cranky looking, his flawless skin maintaining that rosy flush from being out in the sun, and you couldn’t help but grin at him.

You pounced, framing his warm face between both of your hands before kissing him and then pulling away so quickly that he was glowering again. 

“Come on, phase two awaits us.”

“Phase two?”

“Yes, phase two of Operation Cool the Fuck Down,” you grinned, giggling when that got a cackle out of Ransom

You grabbed his hand again and pulled him into the ensuite bathroom, cranking the shower on so actual cold water streamed from above, and then you were shimmying out of your coverup and bathing suit and darting into the spacious shower.

You squealed at the feel of the ice cold water on your warm skin, and a beat later, Ransom was as naked as you were and crowding close so he could partake in the cold deluge himself.

“Thousands of dollars on a fucking luxury getaway and the best part so far has been a cold shower.”

You laughed, turning to face him, twining your arms around his neck and tugging his body flush to yours. You kissed away his pout, raking your fingers through his wet hair as you promised, “I am so okay with spending the rest of our vacation in our hotel suite pretending it’s November in Boston.”

Eyes twinkling, Ransom slid his hands around your waist, gently circling your hips as he ducked close and stole a kiss from your curled lips. “See, this is why you’re perfect for me,” he huffed a laugh as you preened. “And that sounds like my kind of vacation.”

You traded a few more unhurried kisses, until your teeth were starting to chatter from the icy cold water, and you both finally felt cooled off properly for the first time in two days. 

Once you stepped from the shower, both you and Ransom took a moment to dry off before he was handing you one of the fluffy white robes hanging on the bathroom door and taking the other for himself.

Soon, you were curled up together on the cushy sofa in the sitting room, your delivered lunch spread out before you on the coffee table.

You shivered from the blasting air condition, readjusting your robe so it covered your bare legs before lifting a couple of mini sandwiches from a nearby tray and offering one to Ransom.

He looked much less cranky now, his face no longer bright red, and his drying hair flopping over his forehead. His blue eyes were warm as he gazed at you, reaching out with his free hand to caress your cheek with his knuckles.

“And here the whole point of this trip was for me to take care of you. Guess I’ll need to keep trying before I’m any good at that, huh?”

“You are very good at it,” you playfully huffed once you’d finished chewing. 

You threw a leg over Ransom’s thighs and straddled him, easing onto his lap and trying not to grin at the way his gaze immediately fell to half-lidded once your weight settled over him.

“However,” you purred, your fingers teasing along the sides of his neck. “If you wanna amp up your caretaking,” your voice lowered as your face dipped close, your next words murmured against Ransom’s lips. “You can fill me up as we cuddle and relax for a while.”

“Well lucky for you we’re currently occupying fake Antarctica, so cockwarming is totally  back on the table.”

“I’m so happy to hear it,” you hummed, lips curling as you nuzzled Ransom’s nose with yours.

His hand slid between your thighs, fingers teasing along your bare cunt until your arousal was wetting his fingers. Ransom’s touch moved to his hard cock next, and he stroked himself a few times, remaining silent as your gazes stayed aligned, and a new–and acceptable–rosy flush colored his cheeks.

When you felt the crown of his cock nudge along your slit, you rose up on your knees, your breath hitching as the head of him caught along your entrance. You slowly sank down on him, moaning as Ransom gave a rut of his hips that had him bottoming out and groaning as his head tipped back against the ledge of the sofa. 

“See, I think we’re better at vacationing than we thought,” you whispered, grinning as Ransom laughed before hugging you close. 

“Well, let’s enjoy it while we can,” he husked, giving another minute rut that had you clenching around him. “Because if you think I’m staying here for another twelve days, you’re out of your fucking mind.”

Giggling, you draped yourself against Ransom’s chest, pressing your cheek to his shoulder as you allowed your eyes to flutter shut and stay that way. 

“If anyone can talk me into ditching a fancy shmancy vacation, it’s you.”

“You know I’ll make it worth your while, kitten,” Ransom purred, sounding as sleepy as you now felt, his big hands slowly smoothing up and down your back. 

“You always do,” you agreed without hesitation before snuggling just a little bit closer.

So maybe this was more like summer lamenting lolol, but I’m not really a summer person, especially as I suffer through week 5 straight of 90-100 degree weather. But I really feel like Ransom would be just as miserable during a heatwave, and I wanted to commiserate with him bwahahah. 

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[alicedopey]

This was amazing. Once again, you managed to capture the essence of Ransom, the strange mix of an asshole and a softie. He loves her and her numerous cute jammies. That’s why he can’t sleep without her 😉❤️

Security Jammies

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,221 Summary: It was an annoying, inconvenient realization that had Ransom showing up at your place unannounced. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Soft!Ransom. Established relationship. Unprotected sex. Cockwarming. Feels. Two trolls in love tbh.

A/N: I am so ridiculously excited to share my first offering for our Cum Together: A Community Revival Extravaganza!! The prompts below just jumped out at me and I really wanted to write some soft!Ransom because I’m so in love with him, and making him a happy, in love boy just makes my heart so happy 😭 Also this maaaay or may not be an interlude from a larger story I have planned but can totally be read as a standalone hehe. 

My Prompts: Showing up at your love’s home in the middle of the night because you need to be with them + “Admit it, you didn’t really know true happiness until you met me.” + “My favorite thing in the world is being here with you.”

The knock at your front door as you were turning out the lights to go to bed was surprising. 

Finding Ransom Drysdale, your boyfriend, on the other side of said door was even more surprising, although his unexpected arrival certainly wasn’t a bad thing. 

In fact, the sight of him alone had your belly swooping with happiness, your lips tugging up into a smile as you leaned against the doorframe, crossed your arms, and said, “I didn’t realize we had plans tonight.”

“We don’t,” Ransom huffed, shooting you an annoyed look before his gaze was flickering away. 

Avoiding yours.

His attitude only made you smile bigger. As did the realization that he was looking a little more haphazard and rumpled than usual in his favorite cream cable knit sweater, black joggers, and his worn sneakers.

“Something I can help you with then, handsome?” 

Once again, Ransom’s narrowed gaze found yours, accusation shining in the brilliant blue depths of his eyes as he frowned at you. His words were muttered so quietly, you almost didn’t hear them as he confessed, “I can’t fucking sleep without you.”

You nearly burst into laughter, but you could tell that Ransom was genuinely grumpy at this realization–and probably the lack of sleep, too–so instead you did your best to suppress your smile from growing any bigger, grabbed one of his big hands with one of yours, and tugged him inside.

“Poor handsome Ransom, just can’t stay away, huh?”

He shot you a half-hearted stink eye as he kicked off his sneakers and left them beside your own by the front door.

“Yeah, yeah, yuck it up, jammies,” he huffed.

You giggled at the ridiculous pet name that you loved so much which spawned from Ransom’s insistence that you had more pajamas than actual clothes, and he wasn’t wrong. As his gaze dipped to take in your current pajamas, you tried not to preen.

You could tell that he was torn between scoffing and laughing when he caught sight of the embellished cartoon llama on your t-shirt, wearing its own pajamas, and the baby pink sleep shorts with tiny little llamas all over them that went along with it.

“Christ, you’re ridiculous,” Ransom grumped.

You just grinned at him. 

The longer he stared at you, the more the forced annoyance bled from Ransom’s beautiful features, his head tilting to the side and his lips curling into a smirk when he realized, “You’re not wearing a bra, are you?”

It was instant, the way your body perked up in awareness, and you couldn’t stop yourself from squirming on the spot as you crossed your arms over your chest, your own eyes narrowing.

Ransom was full out grinning now as he stepped closer, plucked a wrist of yours in each of his big hands, and dismantled your makeshift shield so he could get a better look at the way your hard nipples were poking against the thin cotton of your shirt.

“Don’t hide from me.”

Your cunt clenched at the huskiness to his voice, but you weren’t ready to give in to him just yet. You still had some more teasing left in you. 

Because you were a perfect compliment to Ransom’s own troll nature, after all, and heckling him was your favorite. 

“You’re so obsessed with me, I’m a little embarrassed for you to be honest.”

Ransom just rolled his eyes as he slowly backed you into the nearest wall. His gaze sparkled at you when he shoved a knee between your thighs and your breath hitched at the sudden, warm press of him between your legs. 

Nooo, don’t let him win, you internally whined at yourself.

Tipping your chin up, you turned Ransom’s smirk against him. “Do you have an altar for worshiping me at home? Maybe tucked away in your closet where no one can see it? Do you kneel or–” 

Ransom smothered the rest of your words with his lips, grinning at your quiet squeak as he kissed you with the kind of determined urgency that had you instantly melting against him and kissing him back with just as much fervor.

When he finally pulled away to let you catch your breath, Ransom touched his forehead to yours as he purred, “We both know you on your knees for me is the much better scenario.”

You just blinked at him owlishly, your sluggish brain taking a long moment to process his words and remember your own that had spawned them.

Ransom laughed at the dazed state of you, kissing the tip of your nose before he was corralling you away from the wall, then down the hallway to your bedroom. 

It felt like one second you were in the doorway, Ransom’s big hands framing your hips and giving them a promising squeeze as he loomed behind you, and then the next you were both naked, your bodies perfectly slotted together as you laid on your sides facing each other, curled close as Ransom drank from your mouth like he simply couldn’t get enough of you. 

The feeling was totally mutual, your hand reaching between your bodies for Ransom’s hard cock before your brain even realized its destination. 

“Wanna feel you,” you panted against his lips as you hooked your leg over his hip and shimmied closer. “Fill me up.”

“Who’s obsessed with who now?” Ransom hummed, laughing when you just shot him a dirty look before giving his cock a squeeze and stroke combo that had him “Hnnngh”ing.

“You little menace,” he grunted. 

Your resulting smile was beatific as his big hand dropped to yours and guided your touch, until both your hands were sticky with his pre-cum and you were whining for your own stimulation.

Just about to beg for him again–and shamelessly so–your words caught in your throat when your eyes met Ransom’s and found such a soft and warm kind of tenderness awaiting you in that dark, wanting gaze of his.

The swoop was back in your belly, your chest fluttering with joy as your face softened and you slid your hand against Ransom’s ruddy cheek and reeled him in for another kiss. 

You kissed him slowly this time, your lips languid against his, loving him without speaking a single word and savoring the taste of him on your tongue as he groaned into your mouth. 

Ransom’s hand squeezed your hip, hitching your leg up higher as he rolled you over onto your back, settling his big, lean body on top of yours. His hand kept on ascending, until it found yours and he laced your fingers together as he held your hand down against the rumpled sheets beside your head. 

His lust-blown gaze found yours just as he drove balls deep into your needy pussy, his kiss-swollen lips trapping your moan between your mouths as he dropped his forehead to yours and panted. 

You breathed his name as your eyes fluttered shut, allowing yourself a moment to just feel him, all of him filling you up, making your cunt flutter and clench as that needy string pulled taut and wanting deep within the core of you. 

The thought was sudden but genuine as you realized that you could happily spend the rest of your life just like this - locked together with Ransom, filled by him, consumed by him, wholly his and no other’s as you basked in every single second of being with him, being his other half, his person.

Because he was most definitely, unequivocally yours.

“Hey, you okay?”

Your eyes fluttered open and you realized you were crying, blinking the rest of your happy tears from your blurred gaze as you nodded and shot Ransom an abashed smile. 

“Yeah, I’m good. Really good,” you promised, tipping your face up and kissing him gently. 

“You sure?” he asked, swiping away a lingering tear from your cheek and watching you closely as you nodded again. 

“Promise.” You rocked your hips, clenching around him on purpose. “Make us both feel good.”

“Jesus, you’re bossy.”

Ransom cracked a grin at your giggle, giving your hand still clasped in his a squeeze before his hips started to move. 

Soon your bodies were working together in tandem, writhing and rocking in a sensual push and pull that had words lost to you both as you pressed close and kissed each other frantically between sharp gasps and throaty moans. 

It felt like your body was soaring, rising higher and higher toward the peak of your pleasure, and you knew that Ransom was nearly there, too. You could feel it by the way his rhythm was growing jerky, the way he was grunting against your ear and rutting into you desperately, wildly.

He suddenly flipped you over, making you gasp and then groan as you settled over him. You felt him so much deeper than before, grinding against him and meeting his fucked out gaze as his big hands shot to your hips and guided the bounce of your body on top of his. 

“Cum for me, kitten, come on, wanna feel you,” he moaned, planting his feet on the mattress and pounding up into you from below. 

All it took was a few swipes of your own fingers against your clit before your orgasm was slamming into you, whiting out your vision and making your head buzz as it dropped back and you keened long and loud as you writhed atop Ransom as you rode out your release.

The wave of ecstasy was just starting to recede from your body as Ransom came, and you distantly thanked every deity in existence for gifting you this moment, witnessing his unabashed pleasure, because of you.

Ransom was beautiful as he surrendered to his own bliss, his hair wild and flopping over his forehead, his handsome face rosy with exertion and shining with sweat.

But it was the way his eyes were fixed on you so avidly–so intently–as he gripped your hips and drove into your messy, overwrought cunt that final few times that had another small rise fluttering through you and drawing out his own climax.

It was one of your favorite things - being locked in Ransom’s feral, possessive gaze as his cock throbbed deep inside you and he filled you with his cum. You shuddered atop him as you felt the last few twitches and pulses of his cock, your body hyperaware and your mind already settling into that blissed out, floaty state that had you sighing your content as you stretched out over Ransom’s body just as he went pliant beneath you.

Humming your satisfaction, you knocked your nose against his, finding that soft, warm look awaiting you in Ransom’s eyes as you met his gaze just before you were kissing him just as gently as he had been watching you a moment ago.

Feeling sleepy and playful as you pulled away and clocked Ransom’s happy, boyish grin, you spared him a cat-that-got-the-cream kind of smile as you teased, “Admit it, you didn’t really know true happiness until you met me.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna write a sonnet about it tomorrow,” he deadpanned without missing a beat.

Laughing, you stole one more peck from his lips before happily sinking down on top of him and hugging him like a clingy koala.

Ransom was quiet for a few moments, his big, soft hands slowly dragging up and down your bare back in soothing strokes. “Let me clean you up,” he murmured, trying to shift out from beneath you. 

“Noooo,” you whined, holding him tighter and clenching around his cock, which was still tucked deep inside of you, on purpose. “Not yet. Love being filled by you.”

He grinned at your slurred words, tone playful as he hummed, “My little cockwarming gremlin,” and nearly laughed outright when you just wordlessly hummed right back at him in confirmation.

Feeling soft–and happy–Ransom settled beneath you once more, his own gaze growing more half-lidded with each quiet second that passed. Still, he couldn’t help but force himself to stay awake, just a little while longer.

He had something on his mind, gnawing away, something he needed to say, but he wanted to make sure that you weren’t awake before saying it, because he wasn’t quite brave enough yet to say such things to you outright.

When he was sure that you were asleep, Ransom smoothed a hand over your head, nosing at your crown as he finally confessed on a whisper, “My favorite thing in the world is being here with you.”

“I know…” you replied instantly, sleepily, but still awake after all. 

You pressed a kiss to Ransom’s bare chest and grinned at the way he had gone stock still beneath you, caught red-handed in his soft feels for you.

“And ditto…stalker,” you teased to break the tension, feeling his big body shake with laughter beneath you.

“Go to sleep, jammies,” Ransom huffed for show, even as he held you a little bit tighter, enamored with you and your sweet, playful heart just a little bit more than he was when he first showed up on your doorstep tonight.

Sighing your content, you tipped your face up and burrowed it against the crook of his neck. Inhaling his comforting scent, you barnacled Ransom just as tightly as he was barnacling you as you finally, happily drifted off to sleep.

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