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The Marriage Game - Series Masterlist

As this series is getting bigger, I figured having a separate list may be easier ❤️

Part 1 - An Unlikely Meeting

Part 2 - Introductions

Part 3 - Jealousy

Part 4 - Potential

Part 5 - Craving

Part 6 - Dinner Roulette

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The Marriage Game

Part 6 - Table Roulette

Pairing - Lloyd Hansen x Reader (Limited use of Y/N) Featuring Nick Fowler and Hero Fiennes

Summary - It's time for Y/N to begrudgingly find a husband, but when she meets Lloyd Hansen, she finds something else instead.

Word Count - 2198

Warnings - 18+ Only, adult themes throughout. Enter at your own risk. 

More coming soon!

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After Lloyd's exit I spent hours pacing through my room, seething with anger. I couldn't tell if the anger was because he was being an asshole or because he was right. I didn't want to go and play pretend, I wanted to crawl back into bed with him and feel alive again, but I didn't have a choice. The chemistry I felt with him was off the scale, but what was the point? I could never be with him, he didn't want a relationship, and I was being forced to be in one. Besides, after the weekend was over he would probably forget all about me and carry on with his playboy ways. 

The evenings event was fast approaching and so I attempted to focus on that, instead of the magnetic pull telling me to find Lloyd. Dinner Roulette, I was dreading it. Over a 4 course dinner we would be given seating assignments, randomly generated in the hopes we could get to know other people that were a potential match. Then when each course had ended, the tables would change and everyone would have a drink whilst the next seating arrangements were selected so you were able to meet different people each time, in theory. Only those of us having to play the marriage game were to attend dinner, whilst the other guests got to go into the city and enjoy a lavish party evening, it hardly seemed fair. 

I focused on my evenings attire, opting for a floor length, busty, silver satin dress with some simple silver heels.  The stylists descended upon me once again, creating a work of art on my face with silver and a dusky pink concoction floating across my eye lids and a natural glow and shimmer to my cheeks and skin. I was offered a natural dusky lipstick and my hair was styled to allow it to fall naturally whilst simultaneously looking glamorous. 

I perused the jewellery on my dressing table, scowling as I recalled Lloyd's earlier comment. Having a lot of jewellery surely didn't mean I wanted this life, did it? He was making me second guess my own mind and so in an act of defiance, I pushed it all to the side, my tiara included, refusing to wear any at all. I wasn't sure why his comments affected me so much, surely I wasn't bothered about his opinion of me, it was just sex. 

Sandra arrived right on time as usual, prompting me to leave the comfort of my room and re-join everyone downstairs, which I agreed to with a sad sigh. 

The ballroom had been transformed into a formal dinner setting, with 4 circular tables placed across the space. Each table was draped in a perfectly ironed, white satin cloth and topped with an arrangement of purple flowers. Each table was set to seat around 8-10 people on brilliant white sculpted chairs with silver plump cushions. Cutlery would be brought out with each course due to the changing of seats in-between but each place setting had an arrangement of items such as a silver placemat and satin napkin. 

To the side of the room, the congregation of eligible peers all stood around the bar, chatting away as they sipped glasses of champagne, an excited buzz filling the room. At least there were some people eager for the evenings game. I glanced around as I entered, in desperate search of my friends as I felt a wave of anxiety hit my chest. Serena was stood at the bar, clutching a champagne glass and talking to a gentleman with a flirtatious smile on her face, I didn't want to interrupt her and so I looked around for Arabella instead, only to spot her at the back of the group, laughing away with the same guy she'd had brunch with earlier in the day. 

My eyes glazed ever so slightly as I tried to centre myself, taking one long deep breath. 

"Hey, can we talk?" Lloyd's voice appeared from behind me and I turned to face him, unable to speak as my heart began thumping heavily. 

"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly. 

"Fine." I managed to squeeze out, whilst attempting to stop any tears from leaving my eyes. 

"No, you're not. Talk to me." He demanded. 

"Why?" I questioned in annoyance, glaring up at him. 

"Because I care about you." He said so casually, like we were old friends.

"You only care about getting laid." I said angrily.

"That's seriously what you think." He snapped back.

"That's what I know." I snapped back. I mean the guy had literally told me that's what he was here for, so why was he getting so annoyed at being called out on it. 

"Fine." He scowled, running his tongue under his lower lip in frustration. "Enjoy your evening Princess." 

He turned to walk away and something hurt within me, I needed comfort at that moment, my friends were busy and the only other comfort I'd found that weekend was in his arms and so I didn't think, I just blurted out, "Lloyd, wait."

As he turned back to face me we were interrupted by the screeching sound of a microphone being forced into its jack and tonight's entertainment host began speaking. Lloyd and I didn't break eye contact as she spoke.

"Good evening everyone. I hope you are all ready to have an enjoyable evening. Your first seating assignments have been selected and you may now proceed to your designated table." 

Applause erupted from the crowd behind us and we were soon separated by the bodies moving through the room. 

I made my way over to the digital table plan that was being displayed on a large screen at one side of the room and searched for my name. Table 2. There was no more time to waste, I had to face reality and do what I needed to do. 

I approached table 2 and found my name that was now placed atop the table on a carded sign along with cutlery for the evenings first course. 

"Allow me." Came a soft voice from beside me as I attempted to untuck my chair. I gazed over to be met by the gentle face of the man I had met earlier that day, Nick Fowler. I smiled softly and allowed him to pull out my chair before sitting down and thanking him, watching as he then took his seat to my right, holding his card up on display. 

"I guess we are neighbours." He chuckled.

"I guess so." I smiled, feeling a flush grace my cheeks. 

I was so lost in his eyes that I almost didn't notice when another man plonked himself to my left and cleared his throat loudly forcing me to turn to him. 

"Francis Green." He spoke proudly, extending his hand. I shook it gently, taking note of his rough, sweaty skin and tried not to recoil my hand in disgust. 

"Pleasure." I replied. 

Our table filled quickly and small talk echoed around the room as people began conversing in their groups, I stayed silent for a few minutes, adjusting to the situation as everyone began getting to know one another. 

"Please tell me you hate small talk as much as I do." Nick teased with a smile, pulling my attention back to him. 

"Hate it." I laughed nervously in response. 

"Okay so how about his. No crappy small talk about the weather or politics. Tell me something interesting about you." 

It was so easy to feel immediately comfortable in this mans presence, his whole aura calmed me almost instantly and I finally felt my body relax.

"Hmm. Something interesting." I smirked, tilting my head to the side as I thought. "Okay, got it. Until I was 10 I was convinced that all my toys came alive at night and had secret meetings while I slept." 

He laughed at the admission, but not in a mocking way, almost like he understood the stupidity of it all. 

"Your turn." I said laughing with him. 

"Okay, okay." He replied, "Ummm when I was a kid I collected all these berries from a bush behind my house and fed them to my dog. He had to have his stomach pumped and to this day my parents still don't know it was my fault." 

"Oh my god." I laughed as he smiled alongside me with that gorgeous, blow your socks off smile. 

"So tell me about your father, I bet you have some brilliant stories growing up with him." He asked as a team of waiters arrived, placing our entrée of seared scallops in front of us all."

"Eeek." I grimaced. "Probably not a fun table topic, my father is.....difficult." 

I almost regretted saying it, but Nick made me feel at ease straight away.

"Ahhh, okay, yeah I get it. Honestly, same here." He said genuinely. "Maybe we can reach that topic another time, when you're comfortable." 

"Yeah, okay." I replied almost shyly, he seemed different than the others here, I couldn't place my finger on why, but I wanted to know more about him. 

The conversation flowed so naturally as we tucked into our food, both of us seemingly comfortable sharing some funny stories with one another. It felt like the rest of the table faded into the background, both of us solely focused on each other until we were rudely interrupted by the sound of a bell and forced to make our way back over to the bar, whilst the next round of table hopping was prepared. 

I grabbed a glass of champagne and made quick work of sliding the liquid down my throat after losing Nick in the crowd. Talking to Nick had almost made me forget about Lloyd, until I was met by a dark, blue gaze from across the room, causing my pussy to clench at the sight of him. 

I was quickly pulled from my thoughts when it was announced that our next seating arrangements were ready and I hastily made my way to the board to look upon my fate for the next course. Table 4, okay. 

Upon sitting at the table I was relieved when Arabella took her seat opposite me flashing me a reassuring smile as the other guests took their places around the table. To my left I was introduced to a man named David, who was even less interested in getting to know me as I was him, which was a pleasant surprise. The seat to my right remained empty for some time as the table began conversing, Arabella and I slipping into comfort in each others presence and engaging in talk as a group. The waiters soon arrived carrying plates of roasted pork shoulder with cinnamon and clementine's, placing them in front of us. 

"Sorry I'm late." Came a voice next to me suddenly and a presence quickly shifted into the neighbouring seat. 

As I turned, I was met by the possessive gaze of Hero, his eyes shrouded in black whilst small cuts sat on his nose, barely hidden under white strips of bandage spread across his nose. 

I may as well have groaned out loud with the look of disgust that was plastered on my face.

"Well don't seem to happy to see me." He quipped sarcastically. 

"That's because I'm not happy to see you." I snapped quietly. Turning my attention to my food, hoping that if I just ignored him, he would take the hint and leave me alone. 

"You know I should sue that asshole for what he did to me." He said smugly.

"You started it asshole." I muttered before taking a bite of my food and pushing it into my mouth. 

"I hope you're nicer to me when we're married." He said sternly. 

I could tell he was trying to bait me, to claw me into an argument with him, a conversation, anything to get him some attention, but I was determined not to give him the satisfaction and kept my focus solely on my food. 

"We were happy once." He said, sliding his hand onto my knee, making me wince at the unwanted contact. "I just want what we've always wanted. You, me, together, taking on your fathers legacy as we always planned." 

"Did that plan involve fucking maids behind my back?" I grunted, finally looking up at him and pushing his hand from my leg. 

"It was a mistake. You can't hold it against me forever." He practically demanded. 

"I'm pretty sure I can." I replied sarcastically. 

"Well, you've got less than 48 hours to find someone better than me so you may as well start making peace with the idea of forgiveness." He smirked.

"Fuck you Hero." I spat, before getting up from the table and heading straight to the bar. A flurry of heads turned my way as I became a clear topic of gossip and speculation. I didn't care. There was no way I would spend another second next to that asshole and so I remained stubborn, stood under the gaze of prying eyes until the course came to an end and the bell finally rang once more.

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His Possession 

Chapter 11 - A Difficult Decision

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Our Character (Lucy)

Throughout this story we journey through some difficult topics including suicidal thoughts, suicide, abuse, obsession and violence as these two characters lose themselves in each other. If you want romance and a happy fairy-tale ending, this is not the story for you. If you want an intense and at times toxic love story, filled with an abundance of sex, then get comfy, grab a cup of tea and lose yourself in Lucy and Ransom's story.

****CHARACTER NOTES****

The main family of characters are based around the Thrombeys from "Knives Out" however instead of Walt and his family, we have Lucy and her dad. Also Meg has a twin. 

Word Count - 2563

Full Series Masterlist Here

Warnings - 18+ Only, adult themes throughout. Enter at your own risk. 

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For what felt like a long time, I stayed firmly planted in the booth, angry and hurt. The anger was directed towards myself however. I was angry that I was letting myself feel this way for someone I shouldn't and even after the recent event, I still wanted to go further, take more of him. I was angry that I had done this to Frank again too. He deserved so much better and in that instant, I knew I had a difficult decision to make. I couldn't string him along while I played this game with Ransom. I had to cut one of them out, I had to find a way to stop.

Facing Frank right now seemed too overwhelming, my heart racing at the thought of going back to his after letting Ransom finger me, so a quick text was written instead.

'8.10am - False alarm, everyone is okay. Can I come round tomorrow afternoon? Xx'

I decided I would take the day to compose myself, to think of what I would say and do and make an incredibly tough decision. I drove home slowly, watching the rolling hills and tall trees as the car rattled down the country roads. The birds chirped happily in the morning sun as I rolled down the windows and allowed the wind to rush over my body. How could everything feel so peaceful but chaotic at the same time? Pulling up to the house, I took a few minutes to myself, breathing in and out slowly, trying to regain full composure before attempting to enter the house.

In the kitchen, Dad was sat in his armchair, in his pyjamas, with his coffee and news paper, his eyes peeling away to look up at me confused as I entered. Fran appeared shortly after me, sporting her usual smart black trousers and white blouse.

"Lucy?" He questioned. "What are you doing here so early? I thought you stayed at Frank's?"

"Ermmm yeah I did, I just..." I trailed off, struggling to find the right words. Fran glanced over at me from behind the kitchen island, with a concerned expression.

"Well you're here now, would you like some breakfast?" She asked sweetly, pulling an extra mug from the cupboard.

"No thanks...I uhhh..." I trailed off again, my mind filling with the darkness as I became consumed with the thoughts of the two men dividing my attention.

"I'm just gonna go to my room." I quickly added, excusing myself as I ran off upstairs where I threw myself onto my bed, face down and let out a small scream into my pillow. The door opened behind me a few minutes later and footsteps approached the bed before a weight shifted onto the mattress and a hand pressed firmly onto my back.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Fran said softly, rubbing small circles onto my back with her palm. Lifting my head to look at her, pools formed in my eyes as I was unable to hold back my emotions any longer. She guided me up slowly and gestured for me to place my head on her lap. I shuffled my position around, doing as she asked as she began stroking my hair gently. She used to do this when I was younger, when sometimes talking to dad wasn't enough. She always seemed to know when I needed a woman's touch.

The time I started my period being the biggest one. I remember that I started sobbing uncontrollably in the bathroom when my stomach was aching and I found my first few drops of blood. We had learnt all about puberty in school, in year six, so it wasn't unexpected but I wasn't expecting it to make me feel so horrible. Dad shouted from the other room asking me what was wrong, but Fran had already figured it out. I heard her tell Dad to go relax and she entered the bathroom, helping to calm me before taking me to my room and holding me exactly as she was now, stroking my hair and letting me cry and talk until I felt better.

I lay in her lap for a few minutes, enjoying the gentle finger tips sliding along my hair, before I found the courage to speak.

"I feel like I'm losing control of my life." I sputtered out, as tears began peeking out to stream down and soak my face. I curled my knees up closer to my chest, gripping them tightly.

"Does this have something to do with you spending the night at Frank's?" She asked, running her soft hands over my head still.

"Yes and no." I whimpered.

"Okay well, start at the beginning, tell me everything and I promise I will do my best to help, okay?" She spoke sweetly and softly. Knowing that I couldn't talk about this to the two people who usually supported me, I allowed myself to find comfort in her, opening up as best as I could, whilst keeping key information hidden.

"I just feel like I'm a waste of oxygen. I'm so lucky to have Frank. He is amazing, he's funny, kind and caring, he's practically my best friend, maybe my only friend, but other than that there's nothing there and I've tried so hard to make the 'spark' appear but nothings worked and now I don't know what to do, except end it with him before it goes any further. He deserves better. He deserves someone that isn't me." I took a deep breath, squeezing my eyes tightly together, before continuing, "He told me he loves me, what am I supposed to do with that?"

She continued stroking my hair gently and speaking softly, "And do you love him?"

"In a way, I think I do...maybe...but not in the same way he loves me. But I'm scared that admitting that means I'll lose my friend. I still need him." I sighed before building up my courage to spit out the next few sentences.

"And there's this other guy, who makes me feel...I don't know...like my heart could jump out my chest at any minute. I feel nervous around him, but not like scared nervous, more like it's just unpredictable and I don't know if we'll start making out or shouting at each other. But I know I shouldn't feel like that, I know he's no good for me but I just can't shake it. I can't stop thinking about him."

There was a silence for a few minutes before she spoke, "I can't tell you what to do, because it's ultimately your decision, but I can tell you what I do know. Love is complicated, it's difficult and it's messy. We grow up hearing fairy tales about what love should look like, prince charming arriving in a horse drawn carriage to sweep you off of your feet, but its honestly a little bit of crap." I couldn't help but chuckle as I heard her swear, staying silent as I let her continue.

"Real love can make us feel disgusting one minute and insanely happy the next. You feel like all you want to do is be in each other's arms all the time, but then 10 minutes later you are pulling your hair out and arguing about meaningless things and saying meaningless things to get a rise out of each other. Sometimes that just how it is. What you need to think about is, after all the mess and drama, who makes you feel alive? Who ignites that fire deep in your stomach and makes you want to risk everything, just to be with them?" She paused for another minute before continuing, "I've been married to Michael for 21 years. It's certainly not been easy, heck we didn't even get along when we first met. He was in a relationship with my best friend and when he broke her heart, I hated him. But slowly and surely things began to unravel and we fell madly in love with each other. Don't get me wrong, he still knows how to press my buttons and me his, but even now, 21 years later, I'm still completely besotted with him." I lay in her lap, listening, weeping, trying to make sense of what she was saying.

"Please don't tell my dad about the other guy." I asked as I wept, knowing whole heartedly that she would never betray my trust, but needing that small reassurance anyway. She bent down to kiss me gently on the head.

"Of course not. Please just promise me that you will follow your heart and if that means ending your relationship with Frank, he will understand. Maybe not straight away, but eventually it'll all workout. I promise." I nodded silently, clutching her leg firmly as I allowed the last few tears to fall. She stayed with me for a while, stroking my head gently, just waiting until I was ready to stop. Finally, after a while I slowly sat up, wiping the final tears away from my eyes and looked at her gratefully.

"Thankyou." I expressed, pulling her in for a hug, wrapping my arms tightly around her shoulders.

"Anytime." She said as we embraced, before she stood up from the bed and made her way out of the door. My mind began to clear, for the first time in weeks. Fran was right, Ransom made me feel alive and I would be lying to myself if I carried on with Frank and ignored those feelings. I picked up my phone to send a message to Ransom, wanting to make sure we were still having dinner, after the way things were left at the café, I wasn't even sure he still wanted to see me. As I switched on the screen I saw a response from Frank to my earlier message.

'8.20AM- Good morning beautiful. Glad to hear everyone is okay. Last night was incredible, can't wait to see you tomorrow for round two. I love you xx'

I felt instantly sick to my stomach at the thought of sleeping with him again, confirming that I was making the right decision. He wasn't going to take it well, but I couldn't string him along any more, it wasn't fair to him or me. My mind turned to Ransom. I chewed lightly on my bottom lip and I quickly typed out a message.

'9.15AM - Hey, do you still want me to come round for dinner? X'

Anxiety coursed through my veins as I sat biting my nails, staring at my phone blankly until a reply popped up.

'9.17AM- Of course baby, don't be late. R xx' A knot tightened in my stomach from the relief. I had only been awake for a matter of hours, but it felt like I'd been through a full day. So many emotions fit into a small space of time, my eyes feeling droopy and weary from all the crying. Laying down on my pillow, everything washed over me and I allowed it to push me into deep sleep.

I was awoken by a knock at the door and it immediately opened before I could respond.

"Are you seriously sleeping?" It was dad. He began walking towards me, dropping himself down onto the edge of the bed.

Rubbing my eyes and sitting up, I grumbled. "Leave me alone Nigel." He chuckled, shaking his head at me.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked, looking at me with his concerned eyes as he folded his arms across his chest.

"What do you mean?" I responded, panicking that Fran had revealed something to him.

"I'm your dad Lucy, I'm not blind." He said reassuringly, "You were clearly upset when you came home, Fran said she would speak to you, did it help?" I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yeah dad, she helped put things into perspective." I returned, smiling at him convincingly.

"Good." He said with a smirk. "What are your plans this evening? Want to go to dinner with your old man?"

"Ahh shit, sorry dad." I responded.

"I'm having dinner with a friend." I quickly added, I hated lying to him, although this felt more like a half truth.

"Shit, what time is it?" I asked frantically, patting around to find my phone as I realised I had no idea how long I'd slept for and the last thing I wanted was to be late to Ransom's. Dad sucked in the air through his teeth, shooting me a worried look, confirming my worries.

"I've done it again haven't I? I've wasted another day sleeping, I wasn't even drunk. Urrggghhh. Why do I keep doing this?" I groaned throwing my head back onto the pillow, as my fists hit the duvet angrily either side of me. Dad burst out laughing, clutching his belly, he was in hysterics.

"And what is so funny?" I snapped. He stood up, barely containing his laughter causing his eyes to fill with tears as I looked at him completely confused.

"It's only two." He laughed as he headed towards the door.

"I hate you!" I shouted to him across the room.

"No you don't." He shouted back as he shut my door behind him.

The afternoon flew by quickly, as I spent time walking the grounds, taking in the fresh air, feeling slightly more at ease and confident in the decisions I was making. When the time came, my wardrobe was raided, the clothes hangers flicked aggressively one by one, as I eyed all the options nervously. It was practically a date, so I wanted to look nice, but I also wanted to look sexy knowing what it would inevitably lead too, or what I hoped it would lead too anyway. My mind battled with itself as I tried to push the thoughts of the upcoming conflict with Frank to the back of my head so I could enjoy one night with Ransom. I finally opted for a white lace dress, it had two thin straps that hung over my shoulders, the dress clinging tightly to my breasts and showing off a small amount of cleavage. It hung around midway between my knees and bum and clung tightly to my ass, showing its full shape. My hair was left down, in its natural state, not straight, not curly and the usual, small amount of make up was applied. Slipping into a pair of red heels, I eyed myself up and down in the mirror, pursing my lips. It was perfect and I hoped Random felt the same.

It was 5.45pm when I finally headed out the door, shouting my goodbyes to Dad and Fran before throwing myself into my car. I was excited, actually excited, but incredibly nervous. The journey took around ten minutes and as I eventually pulled up to the house, a lump built in my throat, my palms sweating. I surveyed the scenery as I parked my car, noticing Ransom's car in its usual spot, and another car parked next to it that I didn't recognise. My excitement suddenly changed fear. What if it was that other girl again and he'd forgotten I was coming? A deep breath escaped my lips as I stepped out of the car and made my way to the house, determined to face my fears and give Ransom the chance to explain what was going on.

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His Possession 

Chapter 10 - Cat and Mouse

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Our Character (Lucy)

Throughout this story we journey through some difficult topics including suicidal thoughts, suicide, abuse, obsession and violence as these two characters lose themselves in each other. If you want romance and a happy fairy-tale ending, this is not the story for you. If you want an intense and at times toxic love story, filled with an abundance of sex, then get comfy, grab a cup of tea and lose yourself in Lucy and Ransom's story.

****CHARACTER NOTES****

The main family of characters are based around the Thrombeys from "Knives Out" however instead of Walt and his family, we have Lucy and her dad. Also Meg has a twin. 

Word Count - 2635

Full Series Masterlist Here

Warnings - 18+ Only, adult themes throughout. Enter at your own risk. 

🖤

I twiddled my phone in my hands, chewing on my lip as I looked down at Frank laid in the bed, sleeping soundly. I was about to climb back into bed when the phone buzzed again in my hands. Ransom was calling once more, I just stared at the screen, frozen. Wondering what could be so important he would call me so many times, this early. I stared at the name on the screen as my heart raced, refusing to answer, waiting for the screen to go black. The phone finally stopped ringing but almost immediately after it buzzed again, bringing up a text this time.

'7.13AM- Lucy, it's an emergency. Please call me R x' I started to panic as my eyes scanned over the text, my mind racing, I quickly hit redial and he answered almost immediately.

"Lucy, finally." He breathed in relief.

"What's wrong Ransom? Is everything okay? Is everyone okay?" I whispered frantically, trying not to wake Frank through my panic.

"It'll be easier to explain in person, can you meet me at the café just outside of town as soon as possible? The one with the wooden bear." He said with concern in his voice.

"Yeah of course, I'll be there as soon as I can. Give me like 10 minutes." I hung up, quickly gathering up my clothes from the day before and throwing them on. I settled back down onto the bed, shaking Frank's shoulder lightly, causing him to stir and squint his eyes as he attempted to look at me.

"There's a family emergency, I've got to run out." I whispered gently as he pushed himself up onto his elbows.

"Give me five minutes, I'll get dressed and come with you." Frank responded as he started to pull the duvet away from his naked body. I quickly placed my hand on his chest, knowing that no good would come from him being in the same room as Ransom, while Ransom was stressed and upset.

"It's okay, go back to sleep." I said calmly, "I'll try to come back later if I can, or I'll call you." He didn't attempt to argue, he lazily lowered himself back onto the bed.

"Okay." He grumbled, closing his eyes as I swiftly got up and raced from the flat.

I threw myself into the car and sped off in the direction of the café. I knew the one, I hadn't been there in years though. Ransom and I used to go there together when we were kids, playing in the huge park that lay beside it whilst our parents sat inside chatting and eating. As I was driving my mind was racing about what the potential emergency could mean. I wondered if Uncle Richard had another heart attack. Or if Joni had a seizure. Or what if Dad...No god, please let Dad be okay. My eyes began filling with tears as I saw the large wooden bear in the distance, overlooking the streets surrounding it and eventually pulled up into the stone car park outside the café. The building was just as I remembered, a large white building that was only one story high adorned by a huge blue sign that said 'Micki's Café'. Behind the building, I could just about make out the wooden swing set that was peering around the corner. The brown bear sat proudly on the corner of the plot, with the words 'Micki's Café' carved into its stomach. As I stepped out of the car, into the brisk morning air, I saw Ransom's car parked up, a little closer to the door but as I approached I noticed he wasn't anywhere around.

I reached into my pocket to call him and find out where he was, but I was met with a text message already waiting for me.

'7.20AM - Needed coffee, I'm inside, in the booth in the far corner. R x'

I burst inside, looking around at the tables as my eyes searched for Ransom. The café was quiet, but there were a few people tucking in to cooked breakfasts. The smell of bacon and coffee overpowering all other senses. Ransom was found where he said, in a booth in the corner of the café, with two cups of steaming liquid on the table, wearing those annoyingly sexy, grey jogging bottoms and a white t-shirt that looked one size too small. I forgot to breathe, panic setting over me, as I slowly approached him. I took a couple of deep breathes before slipping into the booth opposite him, trying to search his face to gauge what was wrong, but he kept his gaze planted firmly to the table.

"Hey, what's up? Is it your dad?" I asked, placing my hands on top of his, on the table, in an attempt to comfort him. He slowly picked his head up to look at me, meeting my gaze at last. His eyes looked tired and worried, I wondered if he had even slept.

"I'll tell you but you have to promise you'll stay here with me, don't disappear on me." He confessed.

"Okay, I promise." I responded panicking even more, my heart was beating so hard I thought it may burst through my chest.

All of a sudden his face changed, a smirk crept over his mouth and he shuffled his hands from under mine so he could hold them properly, entwining our fingers together and sending an involuntary flutter directly to my stomach.

"You've been ignoring me all week and I didn't know how else to get you alone so we could talk." He said almost proudly. I began to feel angry, staring at him as he sat there smirking at me, but the anger was overwhelmed by my relief. Relief that everyone was okay and instead of screaming at him like I should have, I tipped my head down and let a few tears fall onto my cheeks, pulling my hands away from him to put them over my face.

"You're a fucking asshole." I whimpered into my hands, as I slowly began soaking them with tears.

"I thought something had....I thought Dad...." I choked on my words unable to continue at the mere thought of what had been racing through my brain minutes before.

"I'm sorry Lucy Loo, I just needed to see you." He said, sounding genuinely sincere, but I was pissed.

"Well I'm here now so just get on with whatever it is you want to say." I snapped, as I released my face from my hands, lifting the sleeve of my cardigan to wipe the tears from my cheeks.

"Lucy don't be like that, we both know you are enjoying this cat and mouse game as much as I am." He said smugly, the stupid smirk still present on his face.

"You think this is a fucking game?" I snapped quietly, trying not to draw too much attention to us. "This isn't a fucking game Ransom, this is my life! You have no idea what you are doing to me." I could feel my eyes filling up again. This situation was becoming such a mess, I tried to do the right thing and stop seeing him, yet somehow he managed to get to me, yet again, playing the continuous mind games with me. My face became wet once more, as tears streamed along my cheeks.

"What do you want from me Ransom? Please tell me, I can't go on like this." I sobbed quietly, glaring at him through glazed eyes as I twiddled my thumbs together.

He grabbed hold of my hand, gripping it lightly, his expression serious before he informatively responded, "I want what I've always wanted Lucy Loo, I want you to be mine. All mine." Silence filled the space between us as I became completely overwhelmed with the revelation, there was no second guessing, no miscommunication, just a direct response. He wanted me and I couldn't deny that deep down I wanted him too, I needed him, my body craved him but I had Frank.

"What about that girl. Ellie?" I choked, trying not to look directly into his eyes as my brain ran over the events from his house that day.

"What about Frank?" He responded sarcastically, but I got the point instantly. How could I be mad at him for sleeping with someone else when I was in an actual relationship with someone. I was behaving like a jealous teenager, when we were both adults.

"Okay, good point." I responded, meeting his gaze once more with a slight smile.

"I want you to come to mine later, for dinner, at six." He said confidently as he brought his fingers to brush my chin, his thumb running over my bottom lip as he gazed it at lustfully.

"Dinner, really?" I said exhaling, my lips curling slightly as my skin tingled under his touch.

"Yes, Dinner" He replied smiling as he settled back in his seat, returning his hands to mine. Through the deep breathes I managed to compose myself, giving into him. A part of me needed to explore what all of this meant, he told me what he wants, he wants me and there was no denying that I wanted him too. Doing something as ordinary as dinner together, maybe just what I needed to be able to figure out my feelings.

"Fine, But I'm still angry at you for pulling this stunt." I said playfully, smirking at him sarcastically once more.

"So what you're saying is, you're disappointed no one is dying or hurt." He returned jokingly, with a flirty glint in his eye. We both laughed as our fingers being playing with each others, stroking along the lengths of our wrists and fingertips as we entwined our hands together playfully.

"You're an ass." I added. My eyes suddenly widening with panic as the realisation hit that I had told Frank about a 'family emergency'.

"Shit, I need to go back to Frank's quickly, he's probably worried sick." I muttered as I pulled my hands free, shuffling in the seat. Ransom quickly shot me a funny look as his eyes became angrier.

"What do you mean back to Frank's. Did you sleep with him?" He spat, stopping me in my tracks .

"Ransom, please don't start." I pleaded, feeling a little shocked at the change in tone.

He started shaking his head angrily, folding his arms as he leant back in his seat. "So you did then." Fury was building in his eyes, I stayed silent, not knowing what to say. I knew he overheard the conversation at Dad's party, but did he really think that nothing would ever happen between us? Frank was my boyfriend for crying out loud.

"For fucks sake Lucy." He spat through gritted teeth as he banged the table with his fist, causing a few other people to turn and look in our direction. He relaxed his hand and stared at me for a few minutes, eyes cold and filled with anger. I couldn't believe he was actually annoyed with me, especially after he had fucked that Ellie girl. I could feel rage building up inside me, like word vomit and without any warning or hesitation it just rolled out of me.

"Yeah I slept with him, so what. I'm not your possession Ransom, I can sleep with whoever I want to sleep with." I spat angrily. He scowled back at me before quickly sliding out of his seat and shuffling in next to me, trapping me in the booth with no way to escape. He placed his left arm on the table angling his body towards me and slipped his right arm under the table into my lap, before shooting me an irritated look. My breath hitched instantly. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why couldn't I resist him? I sat silently as he crawled his hand up to the button on my jeans, tugging on it and popping the button free. He stared into my eyes silently, fuelled with a mixture of anger and desire.

As he slipped his hand into my trousers, I forced myself to speak, "Ransom what are you doing?" My breath hitched again as he slipped his hand over my underwear and started massaging softly.

He leant down close to my ear, stopping a few centimetres away, before whispering, "Teaching you a lesson." He then brushed his hand upwards and then back down once more, dipping it underneath the underwear and down to my core. I swallowed deeply as he began swiping his fingers over my folds.

"Put your elbows on the table, lean forward." He demanded. I did as he asked without hesitation as he began teasing my clit with his fingertips, running small circles over me as I felt wetness building up quickly.

"Act natural." He demanded with a smirk, as a waitress approached us. My position and his, successfully blocking any view of what was happening beneath the table.

"Can I get you anything else?" She asked as she came to a stop at the side of the booth.

"No, we're fine thank you, we'll be leaving shortly." Ransom replied with a smile as he secretly plunged one of his fingers inside me. I gulped at the sudden intrusion, causing the waitress to look over to me.

"Are you okay hun, do you need anything?" She asked with a concerned expression on her face. Ransom plunged a second finger inside me, sending a spasm directly to my stomach.

I managed to hold myself together and discreetly exhaled as I said, "No everything's great. Thank you."

"Well okay then." She said after a few seconds of silence still looking at me concerned, "When ever you are ready, just head to the till by the door to pay on your way out."

"Thankyou." Ransom replied politely. As she walked away he began hooking his fingers into me, motioning back and forth, using the palm his hand to rub against my clit as he did so.

He leant to my ear again whilst continuing his work with his fingers, "You want to go around acting like a slut, then you'll get treated like one." My god, that turned me on, what the fuck was wrong with me? I leant my face into my hands, elbows still firmly on the table, closing my eyes and biting my lip as he thrust in and out of me hard and fast, rubbing my clit with each stroke. My lip bit deeper with each stroke, trying to stop any moans escaping.

"No one else is allowed to touch you Lucy. Do you understand?" He whispered seductively, breathing hot breath into my ear and over my neck. I nodded silently into my hands as the knot in my stomach tightened, an orgasm building deep with in me, ready to burst. He kept working with his hands, making circular motions with his palm to entice my clit and pushing deep to hit my G-spot as he thrust his fingers in and out. My orgasm was peaking, I let out a quiet whimper as it built up quickly.

"Are you about to cum baby?" He whispered pushing harder and forcing the orgasm closer and closer to the edge. I nodded once more, biting down on my lip.

In a split second he quickly withdrew out of me, leaving me gasping and confused. I looked up at him, with glazed eyes as my orgasm quickly slipped away.

 He looked down at me with disgust, "I told you you were mine, that's what you get for fucking someone else." My breath was still hitched and my eyes full as he got up and left without saying another word. Leaving me sat there alone in the booth, confused and unfulfilled. 

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His Possession 

Chapter 9 - Disappointment

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Our Character (Lucy) x Frank Grillo

Throughout this story we journey through some difficult topics including suicidal thoughts, suicide, abuse, obsession and violence as these two characters lose themselves in each other. If you want romance and a happy fairy-tale ending, this is not the story for you. If you want an intense and at times toxic love story, filled with an abundance of sex, then get comfy, grab a cup of tea and lose yourself in Lucy and Ransom's story.

****CHARACTER NOTES****

The main family of characters are based around the Thrombeys from "Knives Out" however instead of Walt and his family, we have Lucy and her dad. Also Meg has a twin. 

Word Count - 2789

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Warnings - 18+ Only, adult themes throughout. Enter at your own risk. 

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Wednesday arrived and it was a pretty boring and uneventful day. Work ran as smoothly as it could have done, there were a lot of visitors to the office today, so taking care of them took up most of my time. I made sure to actually make use of my lunch break, beginning to search on my phone for somewhere to take Frank for his birthday as I ate my cheese and tomato sandwich. Ransom interrupted my life yet again, with a couple of missed calls over the course of the work day, which I chose to ignore of course. After work, a trip into the town saw the purchase of a bottle of whiskey and a book titled 'Steps to building a successful business' which were both wrapped as soon as I got home, ready for Frank's birthday. I spent a few hours on the phone to Frank that evening. The conversations we shared seemed so easy and relaxed, especially recently.

On Thursday, I had an incredibly busy day and a list of jobs longer than my arm. The firm was due to throw a book launch party the following week and it was my job to email out to a list of clients that we wanted to invite, along with emailing a huge list of other people to confirm arrangements and bookings etc. Dad must have anticipated the busy day, as sure enough a food carton arrived on my desk at lunch, hand delivered with a cheesy Dad grin. After work Dad and I got to spend some time together. Fran had made us a dinner of steak pie, mashed potatoes and gravy and so we sat in the dining room going over plans for the party as we ate.

"So what are your plans tomorrow?" Dad asked as he we wrapped up the party planning and we continued tucking in to our dinner.

"Ermm, I think I'm going to take Frank to a theme park." I responded with a bob of my head as I forked through the remainder of my pie, trying to find leftover meat pieces.

"Oh yeah. Sounds like fun princess." He spoke, dropping his gaze slightly, before taking a deep breath.

"Are you okay?" He exhaled slowly, lifting his face to find mine once more, looking completely overwhelmed with worry. One of my eyebrows involuntarily sprung up, as the question came out of no where, taking me a little by surprise. I had just assumed he thought everything was okay, he hadn't mentioned it at all in the last few days. I felt a sudden pang of guilt that he'd been harbouring it this whole time.

"Dad, please stop worrying about me. I'm honestly fine. Everything is fine. I promise." I reeled off sincerely, trying to stop my eyes from clouding over as I felt a rush of emotion. Dad's expression creased, the air between us thick as I tried to work out if he had bought it or not. After what felt like forever, a smile finally crept onto his face.

"Good." He said matter of factly. I simply smiled back at him in response, glad that he seemed more at ease.

"I really like Frank." He said with a smirk, before rolling his eyes playfully, resting his chin on his hand, "And he's so handsome, those eyes, oh my gosh they make me wanna...."

"Oh my god Nigel, Shut up!" I interrupted quickly, glaring at him sarcastically as a small smirk crept onto my lips. He clutched his belly as the laughs roared out of him. I tried to maintain my grumpy demeanour, to continue the joke, but seeing him laughing again, tipped me over the edge alongside him. I was happy that things seemed to be returning to normal. After dinner had finished, the final preparations were made for the following day, tickets were purchased online, clothes were selected and an excited and tired me curled up safely underneath my snug duvet.

On Friday morning, I jumped out of bed bright and early and began getting ready for the day as Frank was expecting me at around 9am. I started by throwing the clothes on that I had selected the night before. My outfit consisted of a pair of black skinny jeans, a loose purple, satin camisole top and finished off with a long black cardigan and my white trainers. My hair was thrown into a messy bun, eyes dusted with purple eye shadow, followed by a coating of mascara and after checking myself out quickly in the mirror, I was ready. It was 8.15am when I made my way downstairs and joined Dad in the kitchen, perching on one of the empty bar stools.

"Morning Nigel" I beamed. He could barely hold in his chuckle as he attempted to keep a straight face.

"I'm glad you are feeling better, but call me Nigel one more time and I'm going to lose it." He scolded, although his lip said otherwise as it curled upwards, revealing his true nature. "Bring it...NIGEL."I responded and we both simultaneously burst into laughter, Dad bringing a fist up to playfully punch me in the arm.

"You're in a good mood today." He said as Fran handed us both a bowl of cereal and a coffee.

"Yeah, I'm actually really excited to spend the day with Frank." I replied, followed by the worlds largest swig of coffee, almost demolishing the entire mug.

"Sounds like fun princess. Are you coming home tonight?" Dad asked as he tucked into his breakfast.

"Umm..."I said slowly whilst spinning my spoon in my bowl, "I think I might actually stay at Frank's." Dad raised his eyebrow at me as I put a spoonful of cereal in my mouth.

"Fair enough, I don't need to know the gory details." He replied, holding his hands up, forcing me to let out a laugh and spit my cereal all over the breakfast bar.

"Shit, sorry." I said while laughing, hastily grabbing a kitchen towel and mopping up the mess.

"There's a joke in there somewhere about swallowing your mouthful. But I'm not sure you want to hear it." Dad blurted out as he chuckled at me. My face turned entirely crimson before staring at him in complete shock.

"Jesus Christ, Dad. Really?" I hissed playfully, my face still hot and flushed.

"You don't need to be embarrassed Lucy. In fact I've probably got a few stories I could tell you." He continued, laughing uncontrollably at himself.

"Dad!" I shouted, turning a deeper shade of red than I already was,

"Please stop or I'll put you in a home." I teased. It wasn't like I was shy when it came to sex, but hearing it from my Dad, it send shivers down my spine, but he loved teasing me about it at every given opportunity.

We spent another 20 minutes in each others company after my face had returned to its original shade, thankfully talking about other topics, before I headed out for the day. I clutched hold of a bag I had already prepared with some pyjamas, Frank's presents and a spare change of clothes and tossed it onto the back seat, before jumping into the car and setting off towards Frank's place.

The sun had peaked through the clouds this morning, it wasn't overly warm, but it wasn't raining at least. The drive felt incredibly peaceful, with minimal traffic, meaning I arrived at Frank's at precisely 8.58am feeling very proud of myself. As I pulled up outside of his flat, I could see him stood, leaning against the wall of the building waiting for me. He was dressed casually, in blue jeans and a black hoody, with dark green trainers, looking cute as ever.

Rolling down the window, I said loudly in his direction, "Excuse me sir, I'm looking for a handsome man to take on a hot date if you're interested." He peeked up from behind his phone and laughed, shaking his head at me as he made his way to the car, jumping into the passengers seat and leant over to give me a quick kiss.

"Happy Birthday." I said smiling, staring into his eyes as he slumped back onto his seat, looking happy and excited.

"You know, you could tell me where we are going and I could drive." He said with a cheeky grin and slipped his hand into my hair, attempting to pull me in for another kiss.

"Excuse me sir." I exclaimed over dramatically, pulling away from him and doing my best to seem annoyed, "Are you trying to say you don't like my driving?" We both let out a laugh before he pulled me in again and this time I let him push our lips back together.

"Your presents are on the back seat, in the bag." I said as we pulled apart, gesturing to the back seat as I began driving towards our destination. Reaching back, he grabbed hold of the bag and placed it on his lap, opening it to retrieve the presents, but instead was met with my pyjamas.

"No offence Luce, but I don't think these will suit me." He smirked, lifting the soft, satin top out of the bag slightly.

"Oh shit, sorry. They weren't supposed to be on top. Ignore that, they should be just under there." I replied, panicking slightly.

"Staying somewhere tonight?" he asked, looking at me with a curious and hopeful expression as I kept glancing between him and the road.

"Well, urgh." I groaned, "I was going to surprise you, but I guess that's ruined." I sighed deeply before finding the courage to speak again.

"Frank, please can I stay over tonight?" I asked sweetly, glancing at him quickly whilst biting my bottom lip before turning my attention back to the road.

He chuckled, placing his hand on my leg and gripping it slightly, saying, "I would love nothing more." I glanced back and smiled shyly at him, seeing the biggest smile on his face. He opened his presents shortly after, taking a sneaky swig of the whisky and flicking through his new book as we drove, thanking me with a kiss on the cheek as we continued on our journey. As we pulled up to the theme park, he sat up straight in his seat and his eyes lit up like he was a kid, seeing a toy shop for the first time. It was sweet, seeing him excited like that.

The day was incredible. We went on so many rides, my favourite was one of the huge roller coasters that did several loops and was so fast you felt like your eye balls would fall out. Frank's favourite was the more spooky roller coaster, but I couldn't tell if it was because of the ride, or because I spent the majority of the queue cuddled in to him as the horrific music played and scary decorations littered along the length of the queue. We spent a lot of time just walking and admiring the stalls and scenery, hand in hand, laughing together the entire time. He was more touchy with his hands throughout the day, probably because of the revelation that I was staying the night but I didn't mind. I needed and wanted to do it, for both of us.

We stopped for lunch in the middle of the day, opting for hot dogs and then at some point in the afternoon we shared some candyfloss. Frank thoroughly enjoyed placing small pieces of the sweet, sticky substance onto my tongue for me, smiling devilishly each time he did. He pulled me into one of those cheesy photo booths and pulled me onto his lap while the screen snapped our picture and printed it. Throughout the entire length of the day he stopped to thank and kiss me more times than I can count, taking every opportunity I gave him to slide his tongue into my mouth for a minute or two. By the end of the day we were both completely exhausted, but still full of adrenaline and on such a high.

On the drive back to Frank's flat, he kept his hand firmly planted on my leg. It was almost as though he was worried I'd forget about my offer to stay if he let go. It was around 8pm by the time we were finally arriving back. As soon as we arrived back at the flat and pulled into the car park, I suddenly began to feel incredibly nervous. Frank was an amazing person, but I was increasingly worried now sex was looming that the 'spark' may never arrive and what I was supposed to do if it didn't. We walked upstairs to his flat in silence, the tension between us was incredibly thick. My heart was pounding and I started to feel more sick in the pit of my stomach. Without hesitating for a second, the moment the door to his flat closed, he came down upon me, kissing me urgently and wasting no time before forcing his tongue into my mouth.

"I've been waiting for this for so long." He panted as he broke away to start kissing my neck and remove my clothes. I gave in to it, desperate to give this a chance. His hands were all over me, tugging and yanking my clothes free as he pushed me towards his bedroom. His actions were so quick, I barely had a chance to feel anything before he had pushed me down onto the bed and climbed over the top of me.

He pulled down my knickers, placing his hands back on the bed next to me before connecting our lips back together. I attempted to slow him down a little by playfully pulling his hands towards my breasts so he could explore my body thoroughly. He stayed there for a matter of seconds before removing his hands again, moving them to himself, taking off his underwear before rolling a condom along his penis and returning to kissing me urgently. Without any hesitation he thrust himself into me, moaning loudly and continued to repeat this again and again. My mind wandered to Ransom accidentally, thinking about what he would be doing to me if he was here, how he would have filled me after caressing my body intently. My thoughts spurred me to let out my own small moan, which seemed to spur Frank on, as within a few seconds of me moaning, he grunted loudly, shuddering inside me and collapsing lazily over the top of me, grunting into my ear as his weight bore down on me uncomfortably. After what seemed like only a few minutes, it was all over.

He pulled out of me at speed and flopped down next to me flopping his arm over my waist and through his panting said, "Wow babe, that was amazing right?" I turned my body over to face him, not wanting him to be disheartened and nodded silently, placing a kiss on his cheek.

He stared deep into my eyes before placing a hand gently on my cheek and uttering words I wish he hadn't.

"I love you Luce." He whispered softly, gazing into my eyes. I panicked, my eyes widening as I struggled to comprehend what he had just confessed. I smiled back at him, feeling incredibly awkward and then quickly changed my position to lay my head on his chest, so I couldn't see his face. What the fuck was I supposed to do with that? I was definitely not in the right head space for love. I had no idea he was at that stage either. Had I known that's how he felt, I probably wouldn't have slept with him, I practically lead the guy on and now I felt guiltier than ever. Just give it time, I thought to myself. I could learn to love him right? And sex isn't the key to a good relationship, I'm sure I could give that up couldn't I? As my mind whittled away, I hadn't noticed that Frank had, at some point, fallen asleep. I pulled the blanket up over us and lay in his arms, staring into space, my head made of mush.

 I must have drifted off because my phone began buzzing some time after and scared the life out of me. I got up slowly, panting as my heart pounded from the sudden shock and went in search of the buzzing before finding my phone in my jeans pocket on the floor of the bedroom. Careful not to wake Frank, I quietly sat on the corner of the bed and looked towards the screen. Four missed calls from Ransom, great.

[mickimoo1409]

Escape

Pairing - Elwood Dalton x Reader (No use of Y/N)

Summary - You've managed to escape from Brandt again and during your freedom you bump into a new face, Elwood Dalton. What happens when you end up at the boat with him?

Word Count - 2826

Warnings - Smut, Oral, P in V, drugs + more. 18+ only! Enter at your own risk.

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It started like any other day, you slipped on a yellow sun dress and a pair of white sneakers, threw your hair in a ponytail and began the escape. Brandt was getting used to your usual ploys, meaning you would have to come up with new ones at a moments notice. Today was no exception. The goon who usually guards your door at this time had a habit of falling asleep, especially after being offered an edible disguised as some delicious baked good, something you'd gotten very good at and you were very persuasive at getting him to try your latest concoction. However when you opened your bedroom door today, you were met by an entirely different goon and this one would not give you an ounce of attention, even threatening to call Brandt if you continued talking to him, so you backed off and that's how you ended up clinging to the side of the building after climbing out of your window. It wasn't too difficult, shimmy across, jump down at the veranda, tiptoe across to the side of the house, jump down onto a car roof, avoid being seen by the annoyingly high number of gangsters hanging around. 

Sometimes you would run straight for shelter, the locals in Glass Keys were good to you, they'd hide you in various places when they could even though it could get them hurt and knowing that you would always end up back in your prison, but the relief of one night, one hour, even one minute of escape, of freedom made them and you very happy and there was comfort in that for the whole community. Brandt would be furious with you of course, awarding you with yet another scar to add to the growing collection hidden beneath your clothes. A stab here, a punch there, it was never enough to deter you, it never will be. 

Tonight you had set your sights on The Road House, in desperate need of a drink. Frankie was always good to you there and if you managed to stay long enough without being caught she'd let you sleep on The Boat. They never looked for you there, why would they? Brandts precious princess would never sleep somewhere so run down and dirty, so he thought anyway. 

You were perched on a bar stool near the pool tables, enjoying a neat vodka when you heard a commotion behind you. Dell and his gang had come in and began smashing things on their way over to you, making a big show of it as usual. 

"Wow, 2 hours this time, you guys are really bad at this." You smirked into your vodka glass. 

You could feel their presence behind you, the escape was over for another day, you wondered what punishment you would receive today but more importantly you wondered what punishment these assholes would receive for letting you slip. That part made you smile. Spinning around on your stool you turned to face them finally. 

"Come with us now!" Dell demanded angrily, clutching at a snapped pool cue. 

"I think I'll finish my drink first." You replied smugly, pulling your drink close for another drawn out sip. 

"We aren't fucking around." He spat, the vein in his head popping with fury. 

"What are you gonna do." You laughed, knowing that any attempt to touch you or hurt you would result in them signing their own death certificates. 

"You either come now, or we'll burn down this fucking bar and everyone in it, comprende?" Dell spat once more. 

Knowing fully well that they meant every word, you were about to comply when a large muscular body shrouded in a Hawaiian shirt stepped infront of yours, blocking your view of the goons. 

"The lady said she doesn't want to leave." Said the sultry voice of the stranger. He clearly doesn't know how things work around here. 

"Hey, new guy." You said sweetly, placing your hand on a very structured fore arm as you pulled the man's attention to you.

Your eyes locked for the first time and you would be lying if you said your heart didn't jump a little as you set your eyes on him. Something you hadn't felt in a very long time. 

"It's fine." You continued, "They'll hurt you, don't worry about it. I'll get going." 

"I'm not worried." He replied with a smile, causing a confused look to spread across your face as he turned his attention back to the gang. 

"Are those your bikes outside?" He asked, clearly confusing the goons in a way I've never seen before. 

On receiving their answer the man headed outside the bar in the direction of the bikes, swiftly followed by Dell and his men all shouting profanities. 

"Who the hell is that?" You asked Laura over the bar. 

"That's Dalton, the new bouncer." She replied, "He's badass." 

Your curiosity peaked and so you followed the crowd out into the parking lot just in the time to watch a hilarious onslaught of violence onto Dell and his men that left them crying on the floor. You couldn't help but laugh out loud at the scene before you. 

"Yeah, I think I'll stay for another drink." You laughed loudly causing a grumbled moan from Dell. 

Dalton then proceeded to bundle them all into a car and ferry them away in the direction of the hospital, leaving the bar completely buzzing with gossip and laughter. 

It was all anyone would talk about for the next hour or so as you slammed back another few drinks, enjoying the additional freedom you had been given for the evening. 

You decided you should thank Dalton, it was the first time anyone had successfully stood up for you without ending up injured themselves. Frankie told you he was staying out on the boat and so you took yourself over there and sat yourself on a box on the dock, while you waited for Dalton to return. 

You hadn't been waiting long when Dalton's voice drew you from your thoughts and you looked up to see him smiling down at you with a puzzled look on his face. 

"Uh...hi.." Dalton said. 

"Hey new guy." You smiled, jumping off of the box to stand a foot or so Infront of him. "I just wanted to thank you for standing up for me. You didn't have to do that." 

"AHH it was nuthin." He chuffed. 

Silence fell over you as you both just looked at one another, your heart began beating, your palms were dripping. You wondered if he felt it too, the thickness in the air. 

"Okay, well, errr...anyway.." You began nervously, breaking the silence at last. " Thank you. Again...It was nice to meet you." 

Gathering your composure you looked towards the floor and walked past him in the direction of the shore. Your arms lightly brushing one another's as you passed him. 

"Do you want a drink?" Dalton asked causing you to turn on your heel. He was smiling down at you once more, with that reassuring calm smile. 

"Yeah...that would be nice." You replied nervously. 

You sat down on the deck of the boat on one of the rickity chairs that had been there for years. Dalton grabbed a bottle of vodka from inside and joined you, swiftly pouring two glasses and sliding one over to you. 

"So I hear you're a local celebrity then", Dalton teased with a smirk. 

"More of a local pity case." You returned before taking a sip of my drink. Your eyes made contact with Dalton's and your stomach practically somersaulted. You knew this was dangerous, you shouldn't be here. 

After a couple more drinks and small talk, you decided it was probably time to leave, the buzz in your brain getting louder as the alcohol hit you. 

"I should probably get going." You announced shakily, pulling yourself up from the seat, "Gotta go find somewhere to sleep for the night before I'm dragged back to Brandt tomorrow." 

"You can stay here." He smirked, causing your heart to race at the thought. 

"Thank you but i know there's not much space here, we'd be on top of eachother." I breathed nervously. 

"I don't mind." He smiled once more, "I can keep my hands to myself."

You were hit by the drunken haze and the aching this man was causing between your legs. 

"I don't want you to keep your hands to yourself." You practically moaned through a drawn out breath, staring down at him. 

He stood from his seat, placing his hand in yours before leading you inside the boathouse. 

As soon as you breached the threshold he was on you, his hand holding your face as he kissed you firmly, smiling into it. You slipped your hands onto the cotton shirt, gripping lightly as you pulled him into your mouth deeper, allowing his tongue entrance to mix with your own as both of your vodka flavoured breath mixed into one. You felt a tightening in your core, it had been so long since you had felt this way. Sex with Brandt was unwanted and a chore that you had to endure, it felt nothing like this. 

Dalton's free hand slid up over your hip, bunching his fingers at the fabric. 

In a moment of blind panic, you pulled back from the kiss, panting heavily. 

"We....you could get hurt..." You managed to squeeze out through the pants. 

His fingers slipped to your chin, tilting your face back up to him. 

"I'm not worried about that." He chuckled so non-chalauntly, it almost made your own worries melt away at how calm he was. "But if you want me to stop..." 

You looked at him for a few moments, searching his eyes for a tiny fragment of fear, of regret, but you were met with none and that was enough for you to push yourself back into him, giving into to your desires. 

Your tongues began working together once more, reigniting the flame in your abdomen. You couldn't believe how turned on you were from his kiss alone. 

Dalton placed both his hands on your hips, gripping firmly as he held your body as close to his as possible. You began fumbling around with your fingers, locating the buttons on his shirt and undoing them one at a time until you were able to slip it off over his shoulders. 

Your hands came back down on his chest, feeling his muscular torse beneath your palms, he was chiseled to perfection, like he was crafted by the gods themselves. 

You felt Dalton's hands slip around over your ass and he began gripping firmly, massaging over every inch as he explored it, causing you to whimper into his mouth. 

He detached himself from your lips as you panted.

"You're so fucking pretty." He smiled before connecting his mouth to your jaw, kiss and sucking at the skin before working his way down towards your neck where he began to nip softly between the kisses.

His hands slipped down and clutched the rim of your sundress, tugging at it until he was able to slip it over your head before resuming his previous position. 

You were panting heavily, feeling your cunt clench and throb in arousal as this man caressed and consumed you. 

Dalton's large hands slipped around your hips, his thumps gently caressing the rim of your underwear. 

You scrambled to find the button of his jeans, the ache in your core making you desperate for him. As you pushed down the rim of his jeans you felt a hand slip down into your underwear. 

"Oh shit." You breathed, suddenly overcome with a wave of pleasure as his finger tips gently brushed against your clit. Your head dropped to his shoulder as you allowed it to wash over you, your fingers still hooked into his jeans but your movements stilled as you allowed him to continue. 

"You're not used to being taken care of huh?" He breathed against your neck, almost as though he was reading your mind. 

"No." You grunted against his body, "Never like...like this." Your pussy was getting wetter by the second as his fingers continued teasing your clit, bringing and orgasm up to the surface. 

"Lay down sweetheart." He said softly, releasing his body from your own, the shock of the sudden lack of contact causing you to gasp. 

You did as you were asked, backing yourself onto the small cabin bed and laying down before him as he cast his gaze over your body, licking his lips. 

"I'm gonna make you feel so good." He smirked before dropping to his knees and grabbing one of your thighs, throwing it over his shoulder as he angled your body outwards. 

Before you had time to register what was happening, his head was buried between your thighs, his mouth connecting to your clit, nipping and sucking gently. He lapped his tongue over your clit before trailing it over your wet slit and sliding it between your folds. Then the feast began, he licked and sucked at your needy cunt like he was a starved man and you were the only meal he'd seen in days. 

Your head hit the bed and your back arched as each wet dip into your folds sent a shockwave through you, ecstacy building in your abdomen ready to burst. 

His hands firmly kneeded at ass as he brought your cunt up as close as possible while he continued his feast. 

"Shit, Dalton. Fuck...I'm gonna..." You moaned desperately. Dalton took the hint and greedily nipped at your clit sending you plummeting over the edge. Your legs shook and writhed, while your cunt clenched and he lapped at your opening desperately, taking all you gave him as he rode you through the high. 

Once he was satisfied you were through your orgasm he stood up and made quick work removing his jeans and boxers as you watched on breathlessly. His boner sprang free, precum dripping from his tip at the mere sight of you before him.

Without any further hesitation he pulled you up off of the bed and guided you down to the floor of the boat where there was more space. Your back hit the cold hard floor softly before he knelt over the top of you. 

"You okay?" He asked as he stared down at you, shocking you slightly. You weren't used to being asked. It was never about you and always about him. 

"Yeah." You breathed and you placed your hands around his neck, pulling him down to connect your lips once more. 

Dalton pushed your legs apart with his knees, before settling down between your legs, his tip brushing over your mound, making you whine into his mouth. 

He took the hint and pressed the tip into your slit firmly, placing his hands on your hips to support the motion, before he slowly pushed in, further and further while you let out muffled moans until he bottom out and released your mouth to let out his own grunt. 

"Fuck that feels good." He grunted before connecting his lips to your shoulder and beginning to thrust in and out of you at a torturously slow pace, each time he pulled out his length rubbing against your clit before being pushed all the way in again and hitting your g-spot as it did. 

The sensations were almost too much and you gripped onto his back roughly, your nails digging into his skin sure to leave evidence of your meeting as you felt another orgasm bubbling to the surface. 

Dalton moaned into your skin as you clawed at his back and he picked up his pace, pounding in to you with all his strength. 

"Fuck sweetheart." He groaned before biting down at your neck, you were sure it would leave a mark, one that could get him killed but in that moment you were so wrapped up in him you didn't care. 

"Dalton...god...I'm gonna...oh god...." You moaned loudly, lifting your cunt off the floor slightly in attempt to get closer. He pounded into you furiously, hitting deeper than you knew was possible as your vision started to blur. The sounds of panting and slapping skin filling all the space around you. 

"Cum sweetheart." He grunted, "Wanna make you feel good." 

And you did, you came hard and fast, gripping his cock with your cunt as it clenched and throbbed while you moaned loudly. 

"Oh jeez sweetheart...fuck..." He groaned as you felt him release inside of you and his movements became slow and sloppy until he rolled over and collapsed beside you on the floor panting. 

Cum was dripping from your hole as he pulled you into him, wrapping an arm around you as you rested your head on his chest. 

"You're not going back there." He said through the pants, "I'm going to protect you now."

[mickimoo1409]

His Possession

Chapter 8 - Making It Work

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Our Character (Lucy)

Throughout this story we journey through some difficult topics including suicidal thoughts, suicide, abuse, obsession and violence as these two characters lose themselves in each other. If you want romance and a happy fairy-tale ending, this is not the story for you. If you want an intense and at times toxic love story, filled with an abundance of sex, then get comfy, grab a cup of tea and lose yourself in Lucy and Ransom's story.

****CHARACTER NOTES****

The main family of characters are based around the Thrombeys from "Knives Out" however instead of Walt and his family, we have Lucy and her dad. Also Meg has a twin.

Word Count - 2972

Full Series Masterlist Here

Warnings - 18+ Only, adult themes throughout. Enter at your own risk.

🖤

Ransom was crouched over the top of me, kissing along every inch of my body before finding my lips with his and crashing them together passionately, dipping his hot tongue into my mouth. His hands wandering over my breasts, massaging me sensually, before slipping down between my legs and his fingertips brushed against my folds. My head arched back and Ransom quickly took his place in the crook of my neck, biting and sucking at the skin, forcing a loud moan from my lips. The sounds of alarm bells ringing filled our ears as he carried on exploring my body.

"Urgh." I groaned as I slipped into consciousness, reaching over to switch off the alarm. Suddenly realising that I was covered in sweat and damp between my legs. Was I really dreaming about him now? Sitting up in bed, trying to wake up a little more, phone in hand, I was greeted by two texts from Frank.

The first said, '7.15AM - Hope you're feeling better today. I'm taking you out tomorrow night. No excuses. I'll meet you at your office after work xx'

The second stated, '7.18AM - Ring me if you need to talk or anything xx'

Frank really cared about me, that was becoming apparent now more than ever and I was completely undeserving of it. Hours could have easily been spent overthinking everything but there were more pressing matters on my agenda for the day, starting with work.

Getting ready for work always seemed to take less time than getting ready for anything else, putting in a little less effort with my face and not worrying about looking as attractive, although I still thought I looked damn hot. At around 8am, I arrived downstairs, dressed in asmart black skirt, black tights, yellow blouse and black high heeled boots, my hair in a tight bun. Dad and Fran were in the kitchen chatting as Fran prepared breakfast for the both of us.

"Morning everyone." I chirped with a smile as I joined them and took a seat at the breakfast bar. Dad stared intensely at me for a few minutes, probably wondering if the smile was genuine or if I was putting on a front to try and stop him worrying. Honestly it was a little of both. Whilst getting ready I had realised, there was nothing I could do to take back what I had done and the guilt physically ached in my gut, but I knew now that I needed to forget about Ransom, no matter how badly I craved him. It would never work and I was completely aware finally that Ransom's intentions were purely sex orientated, he wasn't interested in a relationship with me, I should have realised that before allowing myself to fall into his trap. Focusing on Frank and how our relationship could work would be my main goal from now on. He deserved that after everything, supporting me without needing a reason why, always caring about me and he was as close to a best friend as I would ever have. He was the type of guy I should be with and I was certain that the physical attraction would come in time.

Dad joined me at the breakfast bar, sliding into the seat next to me, placing a hand on my shoulder and smiling at me with his concerned crooked smile.

"I'm okay Dad, really." I reassured him as he rubbed my back.

We made small talk over breakfast before heading to our cars for the journey to work. We occasionally drove separately, simply because dad would have to run off here and there throughout the work day and finished later than me, so it made sense for us to take our own cars most days.

The morning at work went at a steady pace, I made a call to the local doctors to make an urgent appointment for the afternoon. Luckily they managed to squeeze me in for a slot just after work would finish. At lunch, I had a brief conversation with Emma, she was one of the Publishers personal assistant, we usually ate lunch together. We spent lunch chatting about her weekend away to London with her fiance, before she turned the conversation to me, asking about what my plans were for Friday and reminding me that I had booked the day off weeks ago. Frank's birthday was on Friday, I felt awful that I had forgotten but with my families birthdays and the Ransom drama, it had completely slipped my mind. I decided I should plan something special for him, to make up for everything I'd put him through.

As the work day came to an end, anxiety began to fill me at an alarming rate. Driving over to the Doctor's surgery, my hands were sweating and my heart was pounding uncontrollably, my hands were practically slipping off the wheel. When I entered, a bored looking receptionist took my name and asked me to take a seat, where my anxious wait began. My mind wandered between visions of Ransom on top of me, to the look on Dad and Frank's faces yesterday when I got home, flipping between the two instantaneously as my mind began racing over each detail again and again. My thoughts were interrupted as a doctor appeared, wearing a pair of smart black trousers and a white blouse, hair tied back into a ponytail and called my name with a flat expression before guided me to a consultation room.

"Hello Lucy, what is it I can help you with today?" She asked, her face softening with a smile. I swallowed nervously, dropping my gaze to the floor before beginning through shaking breathes.

"I ermmm...I had unprotected sex with someone and I'm just worried in case I caught something." My cheeks flushed as I began to feel completely humiliated. I planned on getting checked soon anyway, but after finding out about Ransom sleeping with that other girl, I needed peace of mind as soon as possible.

"Okay, that's no problem, when did you last have sexual intercourse?" she continued. I shuffled uncomfortably staring at the floor as she tapped her hand gently on my knee, revealing a reassuring smile as I allowed my gaze to move up towards her face.

"Hey, its okay, you don't need to be embarrassed, honestly, I have dealt with far worse than STD tests." She said with a small chuckle, making me feel instantly more at ease.

"I had sex on Saturday night and then again yesterday." I replied calmly, allowing my body to unclench.

"Okay that's fine and can I ask if you have been with multiple partners?" She responded. I shook my head angrily, pinching the bridge of my nose with my finger and thumb.

"Nope, just the one, but he had sex with someone else in between." I stuttered through gritted teeth.

She glanced at me with an eyebrow raised, I knew she couldn't say anything but I could tell she was irritated on my behalf.

"What we will need to do is take some blood from you and then I need you to take this swab into the bathroom and take a swab from your vagina." She stated as she proceeded to show me the swab and explain what needed to be done. She then made her way across the room to collect what she needed to draw my blood before taking my arm in her hands and pulling a piece of elastic around it. It bit at my skin sharply as she caressed her fingertips below it, searching for a plump vein. When she had succeeded she drew the needle and I immediately looked away in preparation, blood always made me feel a little queasy. I felt the slight sting into my arm and within a few seconds it was finished and she then pointed me in the direction of the bathroom to complete the swab.

Taking deep breathes to calm my nerves I pulled my skirt up above my hips, sliding my underwear to the side and carefully slid the swab inside of myself. As I proceeded to rub and twirl the swab against my walls, my emotions got the better of me once more and tears began forming in my eyes. How could I have been so stupid? I quickly composed myself, tipping my head back to suck the tears back in and pulled my clothes back on, returning the now contained swab to the doctor.

"Thank you." She stated as she took it off of me, "You can go home and try to relax, most STD's are treatable so don't spend too much time worrying. You'll get a text within 48 hours if you are all clear. We will call you if we need to see you about anything. I'd also like you to come back in 2 weeks, as you only had sex yesterday, it could be that nothing is detectable at the moment, so it's better to double check."

I thanked her briskly and practically sprinted back to my car as I felt my emotions wash over me. They released as soon as I got into the car, my head hit the steering wheel again as I grabbed it tightly and tried to regain control of my body.

That evening was spent in my room, the head space was needed and facing Dad after how today had been, would only cause another breakdown. I didn't want him to see me like that again. I was sat on my bed, propped up against the headboard and browsing through social media on my phone, tucked under my duvet, when a text popped up.

'8.22PM- Can we talk. R x'

The thought of speaking to him made me feel physically sick, but I also knew that he wouldn't stop until he had an answer. Given that the last time I ignored his messages, he turned up and things took an unexpected turn, I decided it would be best to return a message now to put him in his place and finally stop whatever this was between us. I began typing frantically until the message formed.

'8.25PM- I don't really want to talk to you. What we did was wrong and could hurt a lot of people. Our parents and Frank included. I think we should keep our distance for a while until these urges we have pass, which we know they will. Sorry Ransom.'

As it sent, I felt a weight instantly lift from my chest and allowed a deep breath escaped my mouth. Throwing my head backwards to hit the headboard with relief. My phone pinged and a text was returned almost instantly.

'8.26PM- Please tell me you aren't staying with that prick!' He didn't even sign 'R x' like he usually did, so I could tell he was mad at me, which only spurred on my own anger.

Trying to remain calm, I simply text back, 'Yes' and then immediately turned my phone off so that I wouldn't get sucked into sending messages back and forth any longer. I had said what I needed to say, Ransom needed to accept it.

Waking up on Tuesday morning after a deep and uninterrupted sleep, I switched on my phone to find two messages from Ransom waiting for me.

'10.04PM - Wow, you really are a slut.' Which I could only assume was in response to previous message.

'1.36AM- I miss you. R x' This guy was like a bloody boomerang and I didn't even want to know why he decided to message in the middle of the night. Ignoring him was my only option, there was nothing more I felt like I needed to say.

Work ran pretty smoothly that day, I decided to skip my lunch break as I had a lot of work to catch up on, although I excused myself for five minutes to grab a coffee and check my phone, where I found two missed calls from Ransom and let out a low grumble before throwing the phone back into my desk drawer and continuing my day. I kept my head down, focusing on work until 3pm hit and it was time to go home.

My coat was thrown around me, hanging open loosely over the smart black trousers and navy blouse I had chosen to wear that day. As I stepped out into the rain, the brisk air hit me instantly forcing little bumps to form all over my tingling skin. Most people hated the weather like this, I kind of liked it. The feeling of the cold raindrops hitting my face, the chill down my spine. It made me feel human, grounded, a perfect reminder that life isn't always perfect but you just have to try to remain present in those moments and embrace them all the same.

A large black umbrella appeared suddenly over my head, making me jump on the spot ever so slightly, before I glanced up at to a familiar face.

"Fuck. Frank! What are you doing here?" I said clutching my chest from the fear as I panted slightly.

"I'm taking you out remember?" He informed me. "I tried to call you last night but I couldn't get through so I thought I should just meet you here as planned." Shit. I'd completely forgotten.

"Oh crap, I'm so sorry, I forgot." I said, putting my palm to my face." I turned my phone off last night. Too much distraction. I didn't even do my make up today because I thought I was going straight home." I suddenly became very aware that I was not dressed at all for a date, Frank on the other hand was sporting a pair of black jeans and a blue chequered shirt, poking out from between his opened formal coat.

"Can I go home quickly to change and get ready and meet you some where?" I continued, feeling a little flustered. He brought his hand to my face, stroking my cheek lightly with his thumb as he cupped my jaw.

"Lucy, you look beautiful, as always." He confessed, coaxing my head closer to his so he could press a soft, sweet kiss onto my lips.

"Smooth." I responded laughing as our faces sat a few centimetres away from one another.

"But also we don't have time." He stated matter of factly.

"Urgh, fine. Where are we going?" I groaned, pulling away and pouting at him with disapproval.

"It's a surprise." He smirked, before taking my hand in his and leading me down the street. We had only been walking for a few minutes before we stopped outside a large industrial looking building with a huge, brightly lit sign saying 'Leisure centre'.

"A leisure centre, really?" I teased, knocking my shoulder against his playfully.

"Yep, we're booked onto the rock climbing wall in 10 minutes. I thought you could do with using some adrenaline." He said proudly. The sentiment sparked something inside me, causing me to throw my arms around his neck and kiss him, holding my lips on his for a few seconds longer than normal. He really did think of everything and adrenaline was exactly what I needed right now.

"Thankyou." I whispered as our lips separated.

The date was fun and exciting, although we both looked ridiculous with the straps gripped around our thighs, I was just glad I wasn't in a dress. We spent time encouraging each other as we scaled the huge wall. I lost my footing several times on the brightly coloured notches, but managed to successfully remain planted to the wall. Each time I would slip, Frank would giggle at me before giving me more words of support and reaching a hand over to assist me in getting steady again. He would look over at me occasionally as we climbed, eyes soft and full of admiration. When we reached the top, Frank was suddenly hesitant and I enjoyed teasing him as he announced he was reluctant to jump from the top.

"See you in hell." I laughed as I kicked back off of the rock and slowly abseiled to the ground. Frank followed swiftly after. We had a few more attempts before our time slot was over and it was time to leave.

Frank walked me back to my car afterwards, gripping one arm tightly around my waist and kept one arm holding the umbrella securely above us, protecting us both from the falling skies. The whole evening left me feeling content, happy even. I was determined, more than ever to try and make this work. Before entering my car to head home, he edged closer, pushing my back against the cold, wet car and bent down for a kiss. I unexpectedly parted my lips, deepening the kiss and allowed him to slip his tongue into my mouth. Returning the favour, we explored each others mouths for a few minutes as I slipped my arms around his neck, holding him closely and he moved his free hand onto my hip.

"Wow." He breathed as he pulled away, placing his head to mine to catch his breath. The knot in my stomach unfortunately still absent but my heart was content and full.

"So I'll see you on Friday?" He asked through his breathless grin.

"See you then and no I'm not telling you where we are going." I replied smugly, before I hopped into the car and we parted ways. When I pulled up to the house, ten or so minutes later, a text chimed on my phone.

'5.55PM - Mrs Lucy Epsom. Results of blood and swab tests NEGATIVE. You do not need to do anything further at this stage'

 "Yes!" I practically screamed, wearing a relieved grin. Things were working out and I felt confident that things would only get better from here. 

[mickimoo1409]

His Possession 

Chapter 7 - Darkness Looms

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Our Character (Lucy)

Throughout this story we journey through some difficult topics including suicidal thoughts, suicide, abuse, obsession and violence as these two characters lose themselves in each other. If you want romance and a happy fairy-tale ending, this is not the story for you. If you want an intense and at times toxic love story, filled with an abundance of sex, then get comfy, grab a cup of tea and lose yourself in Lucy and Ransom's story.

****CHARACTER NOTES****

The main family of characters are based around the Thrombeys from "Knives Out" however instead of Walt and his family, we have Lucy and her dad. Also Meg has a twin. 

Word Count - 3316

Full Series Masterlist Here

Warnings - 18+ Only, adult themes throughout. Enter at your own risk. 

🖤

We lay over the coffee table for a few minutes, in silence, trying to catch our breath as the weight of his chest pushed firmly against my back. Eventually he slowly pulled out of me, releasing the pressure from my back as liquid began dripping along my inner thighs.

He had satisfied me in every way possible, leaving me confused about the strange feelings I was suddenly having towards him. After around 13years of arguments, 11 years of pure hatred, it was hard to imagine that our relationship could be anything else, yet here we were, breathless and appeased after giving ourselves to each other completely.

A gentle hand slid over my back, interrupting my thoughts, sliding to the crook of my neck and gripped lightly as it pulled me away from the table and guided me to a stand.

"Come with me." Ransom demanded, still panting as he extended a hand out towards mine, his length tucked safely back into his bottoms. I slipped my hand into his, feeling his strong grasp on mine, allowing him to guide me upstairs into one of two doors that appeared on the landing.

As we stepped through the door, a clean, modern bathroom was revealed. A crisp white toilet sat shortly behind the left door, a large frosted window behind it that illuminated the whole room, light bouncing off the grey tiled walls. On the opposite side to the toilet stood a large white, wooden unit with a sink directly in the centre and a few bottles of aftershave scattered around the top. A circular mirror connected to the tiled wall above the sink and finally at the furthest end of the room stood a huge, walk in rainforest shower. 

I stood in silence and watched Ransom intently as he prepared a shower, ran in and out of the room collecting towels, fished some soaps and shampoos out of the cabinets, placing them all by the shower before coming to face me.

He looked focus, his face flat with no sign of emotion as he gently pulled my shirt up over my head, brushing his fingertips over my skin and following this he reached his arms around unhooked my bra with ease. A smirk formed on his lips as his eyes swept over my chest when the bra dropped to the floor.

My eyes stayed firmly on him as he removed his clothes and discarded them on the floor with my own, revealing his penis to me. It was the first time I had actually seen it, still throbbing and coated in a glossy sheen from our wetness as it hung half flaccid between his legs. My thighs involuntarily gripped together as I thought about how the massive length had been inside of me minutes before. Ransom's hands slid over my hips while he placed a long, meaningful, soft kiss on my lips. My hand was then taken in his and I was pulled into the shower and under the water with him. I gasped at the sudden heat hitting the sore areas on my back and panted a little, trying to catch my breath as I felt the final few surges of adrenaline leave my body.

We didn't say a single word to each other as Ransom collected a sponge and the soap and began slowly massaging it across the entirety of my chest and legs, the smell of citrus filling the steamy shower. After completing my front, he turned me around, moving onto my back, taking extra care as he slid the sponge over the sore areas. His wet torso pressed against my back, and I felt soft kisses being left up and down my neck, two arms reaching around my stomach and gripping me tenderly. I swallowed deeply, allowing myself to enjoy the sensuality and gentleness of his actions before finding the courage to speak.

"Should we talk about what's going on between us?" I practically whimpered as I span my body around to face him, looking up into his deep blue eyes as they gazed back at me. His forehead was then pressed carefully against mine, both our faces submerged under the falling water.

He let out a "Shhh" before lifting my face with his fingers and planting a kiss softly on my lips.

"We don't need to talk now. Just let me take care of you." He confessed as he pulled away and continued washing my body, leaving kisses on my skin at every opportunity. I was enjoying this softer side to him, this attentive, caring side, something I hadn't seen in him before. I decided to not press him any further for a bit longer, letting him do as he wished and finish caring for me.

After we finished in the shower, he wrapped a towel lightly around my breasts and lead me into the second door on the landing. Behind the door lay a large room, roughly the same size as the combined living and dining rooms downstairs. In front of the door lay a king size black metal framed bed with several comfy looking pillows and a white duvet spread across its entirety. Windows spanned across each of the side and back walls, giving the space an incredible amount of sunlight, which combined with the crisp white walls made the room feel even bigger. On the same wall as the door, spanning the entire length from the door to the connecting wall, stood a set of floor length mirrors, doubling as doors to what appeared to be his wardrobe. Two black bedside tables were placed either side of the bed, each with its own drawer and matching black lamp.

As I stood admiring the room, Ransom placed a hand on the nape of my neck, guiding me in where he sat me on the edge of his bed and collected a tub of aloe-vera gel from his bedside cabinet. He placed himself behind me on the bed, his legs surrounding either side of mine and then moved the towel, letting it fall onto the bed around me. 

Ransom began inspecting my back, rubbing a small amount of gel into each of the areas where his fingers had dug in, forcing a small wince from my lips at the sudden cold sensation. It quickly turned from pain to soothing and I closed my eyes taking a few deep breathes and relaxing into his caring touch while he continued stroking soft circles over me. After he was satisfied that my back was finished, he shifted from the bed and I was pulled to a stand as he inspected my bum and began rubbing the gel around my cheek making me inhale sharply as it suddenly felt sore and stung, a lot more than the markings on my back. In the heat of the moment, I hadn't realised just how hard he had slapped me and was a little shocked at myself for enjoying it, my vagina throbbing at the mere thought.

He scurried out of the room and on return he clutched my clothes in his hands, placing them on the bed and he pressed a light kiss on my head before quickly throwing on a pair of black jogging bottoms, leaving his torso uncovered once more and heading off in the direction of the stairs. As I slowly put my clothes on, I couldn't help but smile. I didn't know what this feeling was or what it meant for us, all I knew was that something had changed and I was enjoying being around him for the first time in a long time.

I was sat on the edge of the bed, slipping my shoes on when I heard a feint knocking downstairs. Shortly after, a female voice I didn't recognise was heard, speaking quickly and frantically.

"Hey Rannie, sorry to barge in on you like this, I think I left my phone here when we hooked up last night. It should be on the dining...Oh yep here it is. Shall I call you later and we can maybe meet down at the bar?" What the fuck! My eyes started to well up as I quickly slipped on my other shoe, moving to the landing quietly to be able to hear a little easier, feeling the happiness slip away as it was replaced with shock and distress.

"Now's not a good time Ellie, I'll call you later." I heard him respond through hushed tones and seconds later the door quietly shut. I took a few seconds to breathe deeply, consumed by anger, before thundering down the stairs and grabbing my keys that were laying on the living room floor. I didn't want to speak to him, I just wanted to leave, but as I grabbed my keys he placed his hand on my back and spoke sweetly, clearly oblivious to me hearing his conversation.

"Do you want to hang out for a bit? You don't need to leave." He asked, caressing my back softly.

I swung around to face him and with fury in my eyes and spat, "Are you fucking kidding me?" His eyes searched mine for a reason behind sudden change in temperament, suddenly changing to displeasure as he realised I had heard everything.

"So let me get this straight." I continued, stepping back away from him, "Last night, you fucked me, came back here and fucked another girl and then I turn up and instead of letting me leave, you fuck me again! But I'm the slut! You are a fucking joke. I can't believe I was letting myself feel something other than hatred for you!" I turned to leave, wanting to escape out the door as soon as I could so he wouldn't see the tears that were threatening to appear. He grabbed hold of my wrist, pulling my gaze back to his as he looked at me with complete anger and fury.

"Don't you dare leave." He demanded.

"Or what Ransom? Or fucking what? I am so done with this shit." I tried to pull my arm away but his grip intensified, it wasn't painful, but strong enough that I struggled to break free.

"I told you, you are mine now." He spat through gritted teeth. Twisting and pulling my arm, I was finally able to slipped free and ran straight for the door, yanking it open with full force.

"Don't you dare talk to me again." I shouted sternly as I slammed the door behind me and ran for my car.

As soon as I threw myself into the drivers seat, my head hit the wheel harshly and I began crying uncontrollably, allowing my emotions to wash over me. The guilt I felt towards my family for allowing this to happen, the guilt towards Frank, the confusion from Ransom's behaviour and the pain that maybe I was feeling something towards him, something that clearly meant nothing to him. I needed to get off his drive, in case he tried to come after me, not that I thought he would.

I managed to drive about a mile away, towards home, before my eyes were so clouded, I could no longer see clearly, the road and the trees becoming blurs as I whipped past them at speed. A lay-by approached and so I quickly pulled into it, bringing the car to a full stop, allowing myself to lose control, sobbing intensely. I stayed there for about 45 minutes, just sobbing and thinking and sobbing again. I didn't want to go home until it was out of my system.

A loud buzzing interrupted my sobs, coming from the pocket of my car door, upon searching I found my phone discarded inside. I had completely forgotten about it when I arrived at Ransom's house and had left it in the car. Looking at it, I had six missed calls from Dad, two from Frank and a text from Dad saying,

"10.15AM - Lucy, call me soon, I'm worried about you."

Well great, now Dad was worrying about me as well, one more thing to add to my list of guilt. I tried to compose myself as I typed numbers frantically into my phone, attempting to phone Dad back, but before I had a chance, Frank was calling again.

I answered, "Hey Frank" choking back tears as I spoke, and failing at an attempt to wipe the tears from my soaked face.

"Hey, is everything alright? Your dad called me." Frank replied, sounding worried as he spoke. Fuck.

"Yeah I'm okay." I lied, "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean for everyone to be worrying about me." As I spoke the tears just started falling out of me, I had lost all control. I had been so caught up in my lust and longing that I hadn't spared a moment to consider how worried Dad had been.

"Oh my god, Luce. Where are you? Do you need me to come get you?" Frank asked panicking.

"No, it's okay. I'm about 10 minutes from home, I'm on my way now." I managed to spurt out through the tears.

"Okay, I'll meet you there." He said.

"No, no, you don't need to..." It was too late, he'd hung up before I could stop him. It didn't help the guilt in the slightest, Frank was an amazing friend, he deserved someone who treated him like the king he was, instead he had a mess of a girlfriend who ran off and fucked her cousin.

My energy had quickly depleted after breaking down on the phone, ringing Dad now seemed impossible. I quickly sent a message to dad saying 'On way home xx' and sped as fast as I could home, probably faster than I should have. The trees lining the winding country roads, flew past me, the distant image of cows and sheep grazing in the fields barely visible as the car raced past.

When I pulled up to the house, Dad was sat on the porch bench, looking intensely at his phone, still in his pyjama trousers and a plain white t-shirt. I couldn't help but feel guilty that he'd probably been too focused on me to even get dressed. As the car rumbled to a stop over the stone drive, he jumped up from his seat and ran at full speed over to the car. I stepped out and he immediately pulled me close to his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around my torso and I let myself go, crying into him, soaking his shirt as the tears began free falling.

"I knew something wasn't right when you left. Where have you been?" Dad asked while rubbing my back comfortingly. I tried to speak but I couldn't form any words, I couldn't even begin to think of how I could possibly explain the emotions running through me at that time. I just stayed there in his arms, sobbing, all my feelings consuming me. As we embraced, another car pulled up to beside us, the door swinging open as Frank practically threw himself from the car and over to us. Dad released me as Frank took me in his arms, holding me tighter than usual and pushing me into his chest. I allowed him to hold me, pushing my face into his grey, knitted jumper, breathing in the comforting smell of musky aftershave he always wore. After a few moments, he released his grip, placing an arm around my waist and directing me into the house alongside Dad.

They took such good care of me, not that I deserved it. Frank sat on the sofa in the living room with me and pulled me into his chest, not pressing me to talk but instead just allowing me to deal with my inner thoughts as he held me tightly. Dad ran in the direction of the kitchen, appearing a few minutes later with a tray of hot drinks and biscuits, sliding one towards me. I wanted to tell them everything, they were both the closest thing I had to best friends, but how could I. How could I even begin to explain the tangled mess I had put myself in. I wanted to blame Ransom for it, thinking somehow he'd manipulated me, but the truth is I knew he hadn't. This was on me too.

Dad and I would make eye contact occasionally, he looked desperate to know what was wrong, but he still didn't press, he was good like that. Dad put some kind of murder documentary on the TV and they both just sat there with me for hours, Dad occasionally nipping out to fill up the cups, Frank didn't move once. He stayed firmly planted next to me, with his arm gripped firmly around my waist, my head and arm laid on his chest. I stared into his chest, listening to the feint sounds of the TV and ran over the events of the last twenty four hours in my head, getting angrier and angrier with myself.

After a couple of hours passed, staying firmly where I was, I managed to choke out. "I'm sorry for everything. I can't explain what has happened. I can't even make sense of it myself. But I just want you both to know that I'm really sorry and I'm glad you are both here." I felt Frank's body shift beneath me as he planted a firm kiss on my head before moving his hand up from my waist and stroking up and down the length of my arm. I cuddled tighter into him, allowing my eyes to close. Eventually the tiredness from crying consumed me and I fell asleep, tucked safely in Frank's arms.

I'm not sure how long I had been asleep for but I woke up to Frank whispering into my ear and gently shaking my arm, "Lucy, I've got to go babe. I have work in the morning. Unless you want me to stay."

"No. It's okay." I replied sleepily as I prized myself off of him slowly, leaning back onto the sofa.

As he got up, he bent down, placing a soft, gentle hand onto my hot cheek and pressed his lips against mine.

"Call or text me if you need me okay?" He said as he pulled away slightly, looking into my eyes as he spoke. I nodded and then watched as he turned and left the room. I moved my gaze over to Dad to be met with him staring at me intensely, startling me slightly.

"What time is it?" I yawned, stretching my arms out, attempting to break the sudden tension in the room.

"It's eight-thirty." He responded, keeping his concerned gaze fixed on mine.

"I think I'm going to go to bed. Early night. Pretend today never happened." I joked, attempting to smirk at him as I finished speaking but I could tell he saw right through it.

I was almost through the door when he said "Lucy, I love you." I turned to face him, his eyes looked red, concerned, like he was going to break out in tears at any moment. I hadn't seen him look this worried since I broke my leg when I was 12. I quickly walked back over to him and bent down wrapping my arms around his neck.

 "I love you too, Dad. I'll be okay, I promise." I muttered as sincerely as I could. I kissed him on the head and carried on out of the room and up the stairs until I reached my bedroom. If only these walls could speak. What a crazy 30 or so hours it had been. I changed into a pair of fluffy pyjamas, opting for something to make me feel comforted, then slid into bed and sobbed. I don't know how long I lay like that, but eventually tiredness consumed me and I slid into a deep sleep.

[mickimoo1409]

Intoxication - Birthday Present 

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Reader x Bucky Barnes (No use of Y/N) 

Summary - It's Ransoms birthday and you are very pent up. Can you behave long enough for both of you to enjoy a birthday treat? 

Word count - 6394

Warnings - Smut, smut, smut. Masturbation, p in v, blow job, choking, cum denial, exhibitionism, touching, drinking, drug use. 18+ only! Enter at your own risk!

Adapted from my intoxication series on wattpad. 

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It had been a few weeks since your encounter at Ransoms poker night and you were beginning to feel more pent up than ever. Ransom was due to have a birthday party over the weekend and you was determined to get your way. Your desire to tease him and win the game was diminishing as your need to get well and truly fucked increased. It was decided, you would be on your best behaviour, for this one night at least. Call it a birthday treat for Ransom. Although you knew he secretly loved your bratty attitude, so maybe you would sneak in a few less damaging moves to keep him interested. 

You spent a few hours at the mall on Saturday morning, desperately trying to find something new to wear to the party but were failing miserably. Nothing seemed to fit the vision you had in your head. You were feeling deflated when you walked past Victoria's secret and spotted a stunning red lace pantie and bra set in the window. You may not have an outfit but at least you could get some new underwear to please you both. You purchased the lacy set and made your way back through the mall to finish your search for an outfit. 

After what felt like hours of searching, you slumped down at a table in the food court, pulling out your phone to check your messages and have a breather. There was 5 hours left until you were due at the party and for once, you didn't want to be late. 

As you sat browsing through your social media, you heard the chair opposite you shift and a weight drop down onto it. You gazed up from your phone to see a charming smile. 

"Hey doll." Smiled Bucky. He was looking as gorgeous as you remembered, although your memory of that night was a little foggy. He was wearing a long sleeve grey t-shirt that traced the outline of his sculptured torso and black jeans. 

"Hi...Bucky right?" You teased with an eyebrow raised. 

Bucky chuckled in response, shaking his head as he ran his tongue over his lower lip. 

"Are you coming to Ransoms tonight?" He queried, excited to know if he would be seeing you again. 

"Well that all depends." You teased, biting at your lip as you leant over the table, inching closer to Bucky's face. 

"Oh yeah. On what?" Bucky smirked as he lessened the gap further, until your faces were just a centimetre apart. 

"On if I can find a new dress obviously." You chuckled, slumping back down into your seat. Bucky pursed his lips and chuckled before a smile crept onto his face. 

"Wow. Ransom is right, you do play dirty." He teased. 

Your mind began to race, what else had he told Bucky about you? Why is he even talking to Bucky about you at all? And for the love of good, why did you want to dive straight into those gorgeous blue eyes and never come up for air?

"Come on." Bucky announced, snatching you from your thoughts as a look of confusion fell on your face. "I'll help you find a dress." 

You sat silently as Bucky stood up extending his hand out to you. You tilted your head, furrowing your eyebrows as you were confused by his offer. 

"Come on doll, or I'll throw you over my shoulder and drag you through the shops." 

You rolled your eyes finally and placed your hand in his. It was soft, you remembered the softness of his fingers all too well and smiled as you did. 

Bucky proceeded to drag you into a few shops, having you model dresses for him and showering you with all kinds of compliments which made you blush each time but still none of the dresses felt right and he agreed. You were about to give up as you approached the final shop in the mall and Bucky dragged you over the threshold as you stomped your feet like a toddler, getting bored and stressed. 

He fingered through the racks as you flumped down onto a sofa in the corner. There were only three hours left until the party and you still had to get home and get ready, which now seemed impossible. 

Bucky approached you clutching one hanger in his hand and smiling widely as he lifted it in front of you. Your eyes widened as they fell on the dress. It was emerald green and had a plunge neckline before cinching at the waist and flowing floor length with a slit on either side that went from the floor all the way up to where you assumed your hips would be. 

"Try it on." Bucky smiled, seeing your eyes finally light up after two painful hours with no success. 

The dress fit like a glove, perfectly framing your breasts with the dip in the neckline reaching just above your belly button, although it meant the a bra was out of the question, but you'd save it for another day. The slits in the skirt rose to your hips so that when you moved your entire leg was on display, whilst keeping your underwear just hidden above the slit. You swirled from side to side, eyeing yourself up and down before swiping the curtain to the side and pulling a seductive pose to Bucky as you giggled. 

As you emerged, Bucky's eyes widened. He couldn't believe how perfectly it sat on you, pulling in all the right places and revealing your stunning figure. He involuntarily licked his lips as he sat forward in his seat, attempting to hide his bulge forming in his jeans.

"It's perfect doll." He smirked as you began twirling in front of him, giving him a view of your legs as you did. 

"It really is." You chirped as you glanced over your shoulder in the mirror to check out your ass. 

"Do you think Ransom will like it?" You asked as you turned to face Bucky once more, becoming slightly nervous as his face had straightened and he looked utterly mortified. 

"Oh my god. What's wrong? Is it horrible on me?" You panicked as you scanned Bucky's stressed features.

"No doll it's not that. It's honestly great. It's just..." He nodded his head in the direction of his crotch, spreading his legs slightly to give you a view of his blatant arousal.

"Oooohh. That good aye." You teased, winking at him flirtatiously as you skipped back into the dressing room.  

Bucky was fighting every instinct in him to not storm into the dressing room after you, slam you against a wall and have his way with you. You were perfect in every way, but he knew Ransom had stronger feelings for you than he let on and he knew better than to touch you without Ransom's permission. Even being here with you was a risk, but when he saw you at that table, he just couldn't help himself, he had to talk to you.

"Bucky!" You yelled from the changing room as you struggled to grasp the zipper to remove the dress.

Bucky ran in a few seconds later, looking a little flustered.

"Everything okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I just can't get hold of the zipper to pull it down. I swear it wasn't this difficult on the way up." You groaned.

"Don't worry Doll, I've got you." He said as he stepped slowly towards your back.

His hand carefully brushed the hair away from your naked flesh and slipped slowly towards the zipper as you felt his hot breath against your back, making the heat rise in your core. He carefully pulled the zipper down as you clutched the dress, not wanting it to fall. Bucky's touch was gentle, soft and slow, making your skin tingle under his touch as the zip descended. As Bucky reached the end of the zipper, you felt him hesitate slightly, almost confirming that he was feeling the same way you were. Your breath hitched slightly as you tried to form a few words, but before you had a chance Bucky gulped deeply and slid out of the room, leaving you alone. 

God you really needed to get laid. You began to feel almost relieved that Bucky had stepped away, as a minute longer and you were certain you would be jumping each others bones, completely ruining any chance you had of seducing Ransom that evening. There was absolutely no way he would give you what you needed if you'd fucked his friend that day.

Finally satisfied with your purchases, you made your way to your car, escorted by Bucky. He suggested following you home and waiting for you, so he could give you a lift to Ransoms and save you taking your car, which seemed like a good idea. 

You both arrived back at your apartment with two hours to spare and Bucky grabbed his bag of clothes he'd purchased earlier in the day and borrowed your bathroom to change. He then lounged on your sofa with a beer while you got yourself into the dress and dusted your eyes with a shimmering green eyeshadow, black eyeliner and mascara, opting for a deep red lipstick. You straightened your hair, letting it fall down onto your back and slipped on a pair of black heels. 

"Wow." Bucky breathed as you emerged from your bedroom, making you blush slightly. "You look...wow....fuck." His eyes scanned over you for a few seconds, taking in the sight before him before shaking his head to get the filthy images he was having out of his brain.

"Ready to go?" He queried quickly, as he jumped from his seat, wearing a pair of black jeans and a black slim fitted shirt. 

"Yeah." You sighed, excited for what the night would hold.

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You and Bucky arrived at Ransom's place around 10 minutes late and you were surprised to see the house already flooded with guests as more began turning up. Bucky put the car in park and exited, making his way around to you and escorting you from the car. Your usual confidence was buzzing around in your chest as you mentally prepared yourself for the night. 

"Shall we?" Bucky teased, holding an arm out towards you. You grabbed it gladly, allowing him to escort you into the house and over the threshold, before he sauntered off leaving you alone. 

Ransom's house was full to the brim of people, they were everywhere, in the halls, on the stairs, dancing, kissing and having a good time. Half naked girls were dancing seductively at every turn as you scanned around looking for the only person you cared about that night. As you rounded the corner into his large lounge, a DJ had set up a station in the corner, all the furniture had been pushed aside and people were dancing away. The doors to the back garden were open and people were happily conversing and smoking outside. Still no sign of Ransom. 

"Hey." Bucky shouted over the music from behind you. "Ransom wants you." 

Clearly Bucky had better luck in finding him and now he wanted you. Your heart began beating at a slightly faster pace as you followed Bucky through the house and into Ransom's office. He was sat on one side of his desk, hunched forward wearing a cream jumper and brown slacks. Another man was sat on the opposite side of the desk busily preparing a white substance on a tray before handing it over to Ransom. He clutched a rolled note in his hand and quickly stuffed it in his nose, sliding it across the substance and snorting it as hard as he could. 

"Fuck." He shouted gleefully as he dropped the note and leant back in his chair. Finally turning his attention to you in the doorway as Bucky walked in and dropped into an empty chair.

"There's my girl." He smirked, holding his hand out towards you. You placed your hand in his and he pulled you quickly onto his lap, beginning to run his hands over your arms as he peered over your shoulder and down at your chest.

"Fuck, you look so fucking hot." He groaned and he began trailing kisses along your shoulder, eliciting a purr from your chest instantly.

"Well hello to you too." You teased, already overcome with pleasure as you cast your gaze over the tray in front of them. 

"You want some baby?" Ransom asked against your neck, slipping his hands down to your hips. 

"No. It's okay." You sighed quietly, feeling suddenly nervous as you'd never done anything quite that hard core before. You could feel Ransom's length hardening beneath your ass as he continued kissing your neck lazily. Bucky and the other man were busy making more lines and snorting them themselves, although Bucky would occasionally glance over at you making eye contact before continuing what he was doing.

"I need a drink." You gulped as Ransom slipped his hand into the slit in your skirt, attempting to make its way to your core. You desperately wanted him, but it was only the start of the night and you worried if you gave in too early he'd get bored. Ransom groaned in annoyance as you slipped off of his lap and turned to face him.

"Don't worry birthday boy. We've got all night." You teased with a wink before walking from the room. 

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You made quick work of downing a few shots of tequila and making yourself a whiskey on the rocks before walking into the living room where the music was playing. Ransom was in here now, leant against a wall close to his office with Bucky laughing away. He noticed you straight away as you walked in and you decided to put your plan into action. A little light flirting, just enough to ignite his jealousy, but not enough for him to punish you by withholding, although you may get a few spanks, which you'd accept gladly.

You made your way across the floor and approached the two men, Ransom's eyes were full of lust as you came to a stop in front of them and swigged down the rest of your drink.

"Can you hold this please?" You begged Ransom, putting on your best puppy dog eyes and holding out your empty glass. Ransom took it smirking at you. This was how he liked it, you looking all innocent and at his beck and call. He took the glass from your hand, scanning over your entire body before reconnecting with your eyes once more. You winked at him flirtatiously before reaching a hand out and grabbing Bucky's, taking him by surprise.

"Come dance with me gorgeous." You said loudly, so you could be heard over the music, licking your lips as you turned to face him and pulled him away from Ransom, not giving him a chance to say no. Ransom's jaw tensed instantly, watching you intensely as you dragged Bucky to the middle of the where everyone was dancing. 

You slipped your hands around Bucky's neck and he didn't take any convincing, slipping his hands on to your hips and smirking as you began dancing with him, making sure to grind your body into his as often as possible. The drugs were clouding Bucky's judgement, making his inhibitions lower as he forgot about his friend standing a few metres away. You danced together for around 20 minutes before Bucky's gaze cast over your shoulder and he smiled apologetically, backing away from you as two hands slipped onto your waist from behind, making your breath hitch. 

A body pressed against your back as it began moving with you, grinding against you as you danced. Hot breath appeared on your neck, making the hairs stand to attention at the contact.

"You've danced with Bucky long enough. It's my turn." Ransom whispered into your ear. 

You happily obliged, dancing more seductively than before, making sure to grind your ass into Ransom's crotch as his hands slipped over your body, moving from your hips to your ass and back again. His mouth connected with your neck as he bit down harshly and began sucking your skin, surely leaving a mark. The sensation sent the familiar hot flush to your heat as the feelings of euphoria washed over you. The music, the alcohol, his hands on your body, all adding to the euphoric feeling you were experiencing. 

"Could you be any sexier." Ransom moaned into your ear.

You slipped your body around, placing your chest flat against Ransom's as you brought your mouth to his ear.

"I think we both know, there's one place I'm sexier." You said seductively, hearing him growl lowly as you pulled away from his ear, instantly connecting your lips with his and parting your lips to allow his tongue to explore your mouth. The music blared around you as you kissed and danced, Ransoms hands snaked around your back, gripping onto you tightly and you both continued greedily exploring each other through the song. After a few minutes, you finally pulled away and winked at Ransom, walking away through the crowd.

Your plan was working perfectly, he desperately wanted you, you wanted him even more. 

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A few hours passed in the blink of an eye as you pounded back drink after drink, becoming hazier as the night went on. You spent some time dancing on your own and with other men as Ransom watched from a distance, his eyes growing more lustful with every minute. After feeling a little dizzy, you stumbled outside into the fresh air, dropping yourself onto the soft grass as you took deep breathes trying to take the edge off. 

"Hey doll." Bucky smiled as he dropped down onto the grass next to you. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine. Just felt a little dizzy." Yoy responded through a deep breath before gazing over at Bucky. 

He gazed up at the stars and you couldn't help but admire him as he did. His blue eyes looked even more intense as the moon reflected off of them. You couldn't explain why you were so drawn to this man. Maybe it was the sad reality that you were beginning to feel something for Ransom, knowing he would never commit and so your brain was desperately trying to look elsewhere, or maybe it was the fact you'd gone a year without sex, excluding the five minute quickie from the other week and you were gagging for it. 

"You know, you are so fucking gorgeous." You breathed loudly, the alcohol talking for you as your thoughts slipped from your mouth like word vomit. Bucky chuckled loudly as he glanced back at you, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth. 

"Can I ask you a question?" You asked.

"Sure doll." He smiled, raising an eyebrow.

"Why haven't you made a move on me since....game night? You feel the connection right. Tell me I'm wrong." You said confidently, instantly regretting your decision, but desperate to find out how he felt. Bucky scanned over your features, chewing on his lip before finally responding.

"You're Ransom's girl." He sighed, scratching the back of his head. 

"Maybe. Sometimes." You grumbled, "But we aren't together. He's not the commitment type. You should know that." 

"He cares about you more than he lets on doll." Bucky said with a half smile. "And he would literally kill me if I touched you without his permission." His smile widened into a small chuckle, making you chuckle along side of him. 

"Yeah probably." You smirked, "Just can't help wondering what would happen if we explored it, that's all." You sighed deeply, watching him as he began twiddling his thumbs, his face tense with confliction.

"Never mind." You quickly added, pulling him out of his mental turmoil. "I better go find the birthday boy."

You pushed yourself up from the ground, blowing a kiss to Bucky before walking back off in the direction of the house.

Bucky stayed firmly planted on the floor, mentally kicking himself for feeling this way about his friend's girl. You were right, you and Ransom weren't together, but he knew Ransom well enough to know that he liked you more than he let on and he wasn't a man Bucky wanted to cross, no matter how badly he wanted too. 

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You made your way back through the house, scanning through the crowds of people, feeling a little more wasted than you wanted to admit. You stumbled through the middle of the make shift dance floor, hoping to find Ransom in his office. 

As you pushed the office door open, you breathed a sigh of relief as your sights set upon Ransom leant up against the wall with a scotch in hand as the man from earlier was sat at the desk once more, sniffing at different bags of pot before selecting one and beginning to roll it into joints. 

"Hey." You breathed, causing Ransom to look over at you with a serious expression on his face.

"Close the door." He said a little sternly, before walking over to the desk and taking a seat. You wondered if you'd caught him at a bad time, he seemed a little off.

"Do you want me to come back in a bit?" You asked anxiously, as he looked at you sternly.

"No. Come here." He demanded, patting his lap. You followed his instruction, taking your place on his lap, sitting on one of his thighs with both legs dangling between the two and you slipped one hand around his neck. He slipped an arm around your waist and gripped tightly, placing his drink down so his other hand could reach up to grip your chin and pulled it to face him.

"Did you have fun dancing with those other guys?" He asked sternly, ghosting his lips over yours. You gulped lightly, feeling your stomach knot at the feint contact. 

"A little." You whispered, not wanting to push him too much, just enough to get his blood pumping.

"Is that right?" He growled, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging tightly, causing a small whimper to escape your lips. 

The man sat behind the desk coughed, getting Ransom's attention to pass him the lit joint. He released your lip, taking the joint, keeping the other hand gripped tightly on your waist as he took a deep drag. 

You felt his shoulders drop as he exhaled and you couldn't help but worry what state he would be in, in the morning after the cocktail of alcohol and drugs you'd seen him consume.

"Want some baby?" He said a little more softly, passing you the joint. His free hand then slipped under the slit in your dress and he brushed his fingers along the edge of your underwear. You hesitated slightly as Ransom's fingers send tingles through your core.

"Go ahead." He whispered against your ear. 

You lifted the joint to your mouth, taking a long drawn out inhale and relaxing your body against Ransom as you exhaled. Ransom began slipping his fingers under your underwear, making you wet instantly.

The door opened and Bucky entered, slipping into the extra seat next to you and Ransom, instantly casting his eyes over Ransom's hand that was buried under your dress.

"You started without me." He teased, taking the joint out of your hand and took his own drag.

You and Bucky stared at each other intensely as Ransom started lining your shoulder with wet kisses. He made his way to the soft spot behind your ear, making you close your eyes and awarding him a moan from your mouth. His fingers slipped further into your underwear, brushing over your wet folds. 

You glanced over to the other man, who had his head down counting a wad of money, trying his best not too look at what was unfolding in front of him and then you glanced over at Bucky, who was flicking his gaze between you and your lap as he continued taking drags of the joint. 

"Ransom. Shouldn't we go somewhere private." You asked gently as his fingers began brushing over your clit, rolling small circles over it and sending an intense knot to the pit of your stomach. 

"No baby. Don't worry about them, just relax and be a good girl." He said sternly against your neck before continuing nibbling and sucking at the skin. 

Bucky held the joint in front of your face, offering you a warm smile as you glanced over at him, before taking the joint in your fingers and pulling it back to your mouth. You sucked it deeply, allowing the high to wash over you as Ransom slipped two fingers into your core and began pumping at a torturously slow pace. You turned your head to face Ransom, making eye contact as you lifted the joint to his mouth and he sucked it roughly, not breaking eye contact. He held the smoke in his mouth, leaning down and slipping his tongue into your mouth and allowing the smoke to mix between you, causing you both to moan as Ransom began pumping at a slightly faster pace, building your orgasm.

You kept your lips connected to Ransom's and held the joint out towards Bucky. He took it gladly sitting back and relaxing as he watched Ransom work you towards your climax. 

Ransom began rubbing his palm against your clit firmly as he continued hooking his fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot as he pumped in and out faster. He pulled away from the kiss, letting your head relax onto his shoulder as you hummed quietly with your eyes closed, your climax approaching fast.

"You can cum baby." He whispered into your ear, exciting your core further as the knot inside you snapped and you came hard, your legs quaking as you moaned. 

"Good girl." Ransom panted as he pulled his fingers from your core and slipped them into his mouth, sucking your orgasm from them with a low groan. 

You opened your eyes slowly as you came down from the high, glancing over at Bucky who was sat with the remainder of the joint between his lips and a bulge in his jeans, gazing back at you intensely. You gulped deeply before slipping from Ransom's lap, placing your hands on the arm rests of his chair and leaning in to press your lips onto his. 

"You're not leaving are you?" Ransom asked as you pulled away.

"Nope. I'm yours till sunrise birthday boy." You whispered against his lips and his lips curled upwards in response. 

"Well in that case." He said abruptly, pushing himself up from the chair and smirking at you. He stepped out of the office as you followed, looking confused as Ransom made his way to the DJ and whispered in his ear. 

"Okay everyone, that's a wrap, parties over." The DJ announced into his microphone.

Ransom glanced back at you offering you a flirty wink before he followed the crowd of people, escorting them from the house. 

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As the last guest left, Ransom re-entered the living room, striding determinedly up to you. When he had bridged the gap he quickly slipped his hand across your cheek and into your hair, pulling you in for a desperate kiss. You threw yourself into the kiss, parting your lips to allow space for your tongues to begin working together, enjoying the mixed tastes of the alcohol and pot on eachothers breath. 

Ransom slipped his hands around your waist, grabbing you tightly, unable to believe that you were giving yourself over to him tonight without the usual mind games. You slipped your hands to the rim of his jumper, gripping hold of it and the t-shirt underneath and pulled away from the kiss to pull them over Ransom's head, returning instantly to the heated kiss as your hands slipped around his neck.

Ransom slid his hands to your thighs and pulled you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he began to make his way up to his bedroom. 

"I'm perfectly capable of walking." You teased as you ghosted your lips over Ransom's.

"And risk you running off on me? Not a chance." He whispered back as you reached the top of the stairs. 

You pulled back, searching his eyes in confusion at his statement.

"You think I'm going to run away?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. Ransom didn't respond, he quickly closed the gap between your faces and pressed a long firm kiss onto your lips. You pulled away once more, placing your hands on either side of his face and forcing him to look into your eyes.

"Why do you think I'm going to run away Ransom?" You asked once more. He growled in annoyance as he entered his room and crawled onto his bed, before dropping you onto the soft sheets and leaning over you on all fours. 

"Ransom." You said sternly, desperate to know what was going on in his head. This was how most nights usually ended, so why was he acting so weird about it tonight?

"Urgghh...." He groaned, looking down towards your chest and away from your eyes. "You've just been different tonight. You haven't played any mind games. I normally have to work a lot harder to get your attention, not that I'm complaining." 

"And you think because I haven't played hard to get, I'm going to change my mind and leave? Because you haven't worked hard enough to earn me? Is it so hard to believe that I've missed you and maybe I just want to give in to you for one night." You said calmly. Ransom shrugged in response, keeping his gaze fixed downwards as he hung his head. You reached up, gripping the back of his hair fiercely and tugging his head up so your eyes met. 

"I told you, its your birthday, so I'm being a good girl until sunrise. I'll go back to making you work hard then, okay?" You smirked devilishly, waiting as his eyes filled with lust and his tongue rolled over his lower lip.

"Now are you going to fuck me or not?" You said with a demanding tone and an eyebrow raised. 

Ransom didn't need any further convincing, pushing himself down on top of you and attacking your mouth with his as he began grinding his clothed length into you, alerting to you that he was already completely hard for you. Your hands slid over his naked, sculptured chest as his found their way into the slits of your dress, sliding over your hips and thighs. You moaned lightly into his mouth, feeling the familiar ache building in the pit of your stomach. 

Ransom pulled back from your mouth and began trailing kisses along your neck, collarbone and chest until he reached the valley between your breasts and he nuzzled his way under one side of the dress, taking a nipple into his mouth and tugging gently with his teeth. Your back arched as you hummed lightly under his touch, still feeling his boner pressing hard against your wet heat. 

He slipped his hands into the rim of your lace panties, pulling them slowly over your legs as you lifted your hips to aid him, getting more desperate with each second to feel him inside of you. His fingers brushed against your slit, collecting the moisture already present and pushing it around as his fingertips found your clit and began rubbing against it. 

"Fuck baby. You're so fucking wet." He groaned against your boob. 

"Ransom, I need you....please...." You moaned as you felt your arousal building, needing to fill the void between your legs.

Ransom scoffed, pulling away from your breast to peer up at you as his free hand reached up and gripped your neck, cutting off the blood flow to your brain. 

"You said you were being a good girl." He grunted sternly, "Good girls are patient." 

"Mmmm....sorry..." You panted lightly as he pushed two fingers deep into your pussy and began pumping them in and out at speed. You writhed beneath him as the loss of blood flow caused you to start seeing black spots in your vision and the movements inside you was building an orgasm at speed. 

Ransom's lips returned to your chest, before his tongue brushed against your skin and trailed its way along the bare part of your body, until it couldn't go any further. Your orgasm was right at its climax, ready to explode, but you knew you had to be hold it until you had permission, if you wanted to have any chance of being fucked. 

Ransom felt your walls tightening around his fingers, knowing that you were close and so he removed his fingers, causing you to gasp at the sudden loss of touch and your orgasm slipped away. 

"Fuuuckkk." You groaned as you hit your head against the pillow in frustration. Ransom smirked, releasing your throat as he pulled you up and slipped the dress off over your head, taking a minute to admire your naked form as you lay back down in front of him. 

You kept your eyes firmly on his as he smiled devilishly, pulling his hands down to his pants and he began pulling them down along with his underwear and throwing them to the floor. You bit your lip as his throbbing cock became free in front of you and you had to try hard not to beg him to fuck you again, knowing it would only make him torture you for longer. 

Ransom's hands slipped onto your ankles, before slowly making their way up your legs until they reached your hips and took hold. He inched his face closer and closer to your heat as you bit your lip in anticipation. His hot breath brushed over your folds, causing you to moan lightly and on cue his mouth came down on you. He began working his tongue over your folds, dipping the wet muscle in and out of your pussy before making its way to your clit and circling over it. Your orgasm returned as quickly as it disappeared and you began moaning loudly, desperate for release as your hips bucked upwards. 

Ransom increased his grip on your hips, pushing them down forcefully so you were unable to move and he kept up his work, sucking at your clit, grazing his teeth over it and dipping his tongue into you furiously. Your orgasm was surging, pushing you closer and closer to the edge and you weren't sure you could hold it any longer. 

"Fuck! Ransom, please!" You screamed involuntarily, instantly regretting your words as Ransom stopped immediately and your orgasm slipped away for the second time. 

"No!" You shouted angrily as you hit your head back to the pillow once more. 

Ransom's body returned over yours, gripping around your throat firmly as he glared down at you as you panted.

"You know the fucking rules. I will tell you when it's time to cum and you will be fucking patient." He spat. He released your neck, climbing up off of the bed.

"Get up." He demanded and you did as you were told, climbing off of the bed to stand facing him.

"Get on your knees and take my cock in your mouth like a good girl. If you behave, I'll let you cum." He said sternly, gripping your chin with his fingers. 

You dropped to your knees and placed your hands on Ransom's thighs, lining your mouth up with the head of his dick, before swirling your tongue around his tip, awarding you a groan from above. You slowly slipped your mouth over his length, taking as much in your mouth as possible and moved one of your hands to grip tightly around the base, covering as much of him as possible. 

Ransom gripped his hands into your hair as he began pushing your head up and down over him, matching the thrusts with his hips as he fucked your mouth. His tip kept hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag several times and only spurring Ransom on as he moaned loudly. You hollowed your cheeks, trying to make it as comfortable as possible and focus on your breathing as he continued thrusting harshly into your mouth. A tear slipped from your eye as a hard thrust hit the back of your throat and you gagged harshly.

After a few minutes, Ransom slipped his length out of your mouth, a line of spit dribbling between the two as you panted heavily.

"Good girl." He growled, before picking you up to your feet and spinning you around, pushing your torso down onto the bed with your ass in the air and your feet firmly on the ground. 

One hand slipped up to grip the back of your neck as the other took hold of your hip and Ransom slowly edged his length inside of you. A loud moan escaping from you both as he bottomed out. He pulled back out slowly and thrusted back into you at speed, causing another loud moan as the familiar feeling of your pending orgasm returned. He began slamming into you at speed, pounding in and out so he bottomed out each time and hit your g-spot with every hard thrust. 

You felt your orgasm begin reaching its apex and bit down on your bottom lip, desperate not to let it disappear for a third time. Ransom felt your walls begin to grip around him and he knew you were close. 

"Cum baby." He grunted as he continued pounding into you through his own moans and grunts.

You felt your coil finally snap, one hard thrust sending you over the edge as your walls spasmed around Ransom's cock and you came hard. 

"Fuck!" You screamed into the sheets as he rode out your orgasm. 

"Shit...Fuck baby...I'm gonna....oh shit...." He grunted as he released his own orgasm, filling you with his hot seed as his pace began slowing and became sloppy. 

Ransom leant his body over the top of yours, placing soft kisses along your shoulder as you both panted, coming down from your intense and long over due highs. 

"God I missed that." Ransom panted.

"Me too." You agreed, panting lightly.

[mickimoo1409]

Intoxication - The Game

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Reader x Bucky Barnes (No use of Y/N)

Summary - You and Ransom had history. After spending a year away, you joined Ransom for a party, a party that turned into a twisted card game with Ransom and Bucky, but who will win?

Word count - 5384

Warnings - Smut, smut, smut. Masturbation, p in v, choking, cum denial, exhibitionism, touching, drinking, gambling. 18+ only! Enter at your own risk!

Adapted from my intoxication series on wattpad.

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You were pacing back and forth in your bedroom as you eyed up the two outfit choices laid on your bed. You had been back in town for a matter of weeks, sticking mostly to your own company with the exception of a visit to Harlan for a catch up. Out of the blue, you received a message yesterday from Ransom, assuming that Harlan must have informed him of your return.

'I heard you're back in town. I'm having a party tomorrow at mine. Come.'

It was more of a demand than a request, but this was something you were used too when it came to Ransom. He didn't like to beat around the bush and was always very blunt when it came to his desires and you enjoyed every minute of it. The chase ignited a fire deep inside you and you loved being one of the only women to put Ransom in his place and say no, a word he didn't hear often. Most of the time, the games you both played would lead to eventual sex and unfortunately for you, the best sex you'd ever had, which made it difficult for you to win. 

Today would be different, after a year apart, you were desperate to finally win a round, knowing exactly why Ransom invited you to this party. He clearly wasn't interested in seeing you, or finding out how your life had been over the past year. He wanted you there for one reason only and you planned to make him pay for it.

You turned your attention back to the outfits, carefully deciding which one would drive Ransom crazier. One was a white lace dress, it was short and low cut but gave you a more angelic look, something you definitely weren't. The second was a short, black, leather skirt with a red, lace crop top. It would barely cover much of your body, whilst simultaneously covering the most important parts and you knew it would earn you some head turns from other men. Something that Ransom hated. 

Although you were never a couple, Ransom had always been possessive over you, hating any attention you got from anyone else, finding it hard to hold in his anger whenever he witnessed it. You found this even more amusing and would always use it to further enhance the 'games'.

After finally throwing on the outfit, accentuating your boobs and bum, you got to work on your face. Dusting your eyes with a smoky eyeshadow and dark eyeliner and tracing over your lips with a ruby red lipstick. You let your hair fall loosely onto your back and finished off the look by slipping on a pair of red, strappy heels and were finally ready to go.

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As you pulled up outside Ransoms place, you were suddenly hit with a wave of anxiety. What if you were wrong? It had been an entire year, maybe Ransom didn't see you like that anymore. What if he had a girlfriend? Feelings had never been involved in your messy relationship, but now thinking about him being with someone else, you were struck with a new emotion you hadn't experienced before.

"Shake it off." You whispered to yourself, before stepping out of the car and making your way to the door. The sounds of music blaring could be heard behind the large, wooden door and a few people could be seen through his large glass fronted house, dancing, drinking and having a good time. You took one more deep breath before pushing on the door handle and stepping over the threshold.

The house wasn't as full as you'd anticipated, with maybe around 20 people littered through the house as you made her way through. As you rounded a corner into the sitting room, you spotted him immediately, sitting at a large green table with 4 others, deep into a game of poker. He lifted his gaze almost immediately, catching eye contact with you as you offered him a warm half smile before heading off towards his kitchen to get a drink. You knew every inch of his house and so it didn't take long for you to find a large glass and begin to eye up the array of spirits and beers laid across his counter. You opted for a bourbon whiskey and downed the glass in one quick gulp, feeling the intense burn at the back of your throat before immediately pouring another. 

You made your way back into the main room, leaning against a wall and sipping your drink as you watched the men playing their game intensely. You couldn't help but notice the man sitting to Ransoms right, short dark hair and a styled beard and moustache framing his lips. He was wearing a leather jacket and black shirt, Ransom was looking hot as ever, wearing a blue sweater that moulded to his muscular frame. 

A few minutes after you took your position against the wall, Ransom hastily announced he was out and threw himself from his chair, heading straight towards you. As he approached, you were hit with a waft of his unique scent, woody and leathery with a hint of whiskey. Your breath hitched instantly as he slipped his hands around your waist, pulling you in to a deep hug.

"You're late." Ransom whispered into your ear.

"Figured you've missed me for a year, what's another few hours?" You smirked as Ransom pulled away, leaving his hands firmly on your hips as he scanned over you from head to toe. 

"You look incredible, as always." Ransom smirked with a wink, seemingly confirming your suspicions on the real reason he invited you and angering you instantly. He really didn't give a single shit about anything except having his way with you. You tried to not let it bother you, this was how it had always been, so why were you so angry this time around? 

"I know." You responded as you took the remainder of your drink into your mouth, keeping eye contact with Ransom as you did so and letting out a loud 'aahhh' as you finished. Ransom licked his lower lip, seductively as he watched you. Yoi decided in that instant to take your anger and make him pay. There was no way you were losing the game tonight. You inched closer to his face, stopping a mere centimetre away from his lips.

"I need another drink." You whispered as you pushed him away and strutted back to the kitchen, leaving Ransom stood behind, pushing his lower lip out with his tongue and shaking his head as he watched you walk away. Ransom made his way back over to the poker table and slumped into his seat. 

"Was that her?" His dark haired friend said.

"Yeah Buck. That's her." Ransom replied as he folded his arms onto the table.

Little did you know, but Ransom had missed you more than you realised. He missed your playful nature, he missed the games but more than anything he just missed you. Being around you felt so right and he hadn't appreciated it enough when you were here. Unfortunately, he wasn't one to open up, never expressing his deeper emotions, he wondered if he'd ever have the guts to tell you how he really felt. 

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You spent the next hour smashing down drink after drink, feeling the need for a little extra help to get you through the evening. Ransom spent the hour playing the next round of poker with his friends, glancing up at you at every opportunity to see where you were and what you were doing. He wanted nothing more than to kick everyone out and be alone with you, a year had been too long and his body was craving yours. Seeing you walking around in that skimpy outfit was driving him crazy.

You began conversing with some of Ransoms guests, feeling more brave thanks to the large amount of whiskey currently coursing around your body. You made quick work of putting your plan into action, laughing overdramatically at one of Ransoms male friends as he spoke and taking an opportunity to place your hand on his arm, awarding you a stern look from Ransom, that you returned with a flirty wink. His jaw clenched in response and his nostrils flared as he began to realise what mood you were in, you weren't going to make it easy for him to get what he wanted, but he would be damned if he didn't try. 

At around midnight the party began to die down, people began leaving, only around seven or eight remained. Ransom had been firmly planted at the poker table the entire time, playing round after round with his friends, keeping a close eye on you as you flirted with as many of his friends as possible, trying your best to get a rise out of him. 

"I think it's time to call it a night." Ransom announced to his guests firmly as he spotted one of his friends checking you out from behind and he finally snapped. His guests all looked at him a little taken back at his sudden change in demeanour, muttering profanities under their breath as they sheepishly gathered their belongings and began to make their way to the door. 

You were used to this side of Ransom, you knew you'd managed to piss him off and so as the other guests began to leave, you poured yourself another drink, slumping yourself down onto the sofa as Ransom glared at you. He pushed himself up from the table and escorted his remaining guests to the front door. You sat chewing on your lip as a weight landed on the sofa next to you. 

"Hi. I'm Bucky." Said Bucky with a soft smile as he extended his hand out to shake yours.

"Hi" You returned with a smile, taking his hand in yours and shaking lightly, taking a moment to trace your eyes over the mans stunning muscular figure.

"You know, you've really pissed him off." Bucky said with a smirk.

"Well that was my intention." You smirked, dropping your gaze to the contents of your glass as you took another sip. Bucky chuckled in response as he licked his lower lip.

"Are you not leaving?" You asked curiously as you sipped more of the amber liquid. Bucky chuckled louder, confusing you further.

"Nope. I've been instructed to stay. Apparently we are going to play a game." Bucky flirted. Your eyes widened in response as you became curious and concerned at what Ransom had planned. 

At that moment, Ransom strolled back into the room, slipping back into his seat at the table and casting his stare to you. 

"Up for a game Princess?" He asked sternly, shuffling playing cards between his hands peaking your interest further as you titled your head towards him. The use of one of his pet names for you, knocked you for six and instantly sent a flutter to your stomach, but you weren't going to let him see that. Tonight was your night, your time to show him that he couldn't just walk back into your life and take what he wanted.

"Why the fuck not." You sighed as you stood from your seat and made your way to the table, placing yourself directly opposite Ransom. 

"What are we playing?" You asked as Bucky made his way over to the table and sat between you and Ransom.

"We're going to play a version of 21. I'll deal us all two cards. You can choose weather to be hit with another card or stay. The person closest to 21 wins. We'll play 5 rounds." He explained.

"Okay. What does the winner get?" You queried with an eyebrow raised, knowing fully that he was playing your game now. Although you were a little confused at the addition of his friend.

"Well do you want to make it more interesting?" Ransom responded with an eyebrow raised. 

"Always." You responded, wondering what he had up his sleeve.

"If Bucky or I win. You'll be a good girl and do as we wish for two minutes. Whoever wins the final round gets five minutes." Ransom said with a devilish smirk as he pulled his phone out and set a timer. There it was, his plan, his motive. A manipulative way of getting to you and you knew without a doubt that if he succeeded, you'd go weak immediately, you'd let him take whatever he wanted and be completely at his mercy. Bucky smirked at his friend before turning his gaze to you and shooting you a flirtatious wink.

You were used to this kind of game, it wasn't your first rodeo with him and you had a few minutes to decide if it was worth the risk. You could be equally as manipulative when you wanted to be, always playing Ransom like a fool and trying to get your own way. You weren't about to let that change because of some misguided feelings. A playful smile crept onto your face as a new plan formed, you would play him at his own game.

"And what if I win?" You said with a smirk.

"Well what do you want Princess?" Ransom asked, reigniting the flutter in your stomach that you chose to ignore.

"If I win, I get to do whatever I want, to whoever I want, for those few precious minutes." You said seductively and pulled your lower lip into your mouth as you gave him time to ponder over your offer. Bucky glanced towards his friend with an eyebrow raised as he waited for his answer. Ransom thought over it for a few minutes, certain that it would mean he got his own way no matter what. If he won, he had you and if you won, he was certain you would make him your plaything, so he got to have you either way, or so he thought. He didn't mind letting his friend have a little feel of his girl, he trusted Bucky and knew he had no intentions of trying to steal you away from him.

"Deal." He scoffed as he dealt the first cards. "Hope you're prepared to lose." 

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The first round played out quickly as Ransom sat on his chair with a cocky grin on his face that made your blood boil and made you more desperate to win and wipe that smug smile off his face. Their first hands were revealed, Bucky scored 19, Ransom scored 20 and you were extra smug as you laid out your score of 21 and wasted no time getting up from your seat.

"I win." You flirted as you walked towards Ransom. Ransom smirked cockily in anticipation and started the timer. You approached Ransom, sliding your hand onto his shoulder and running it slowly over to his other shoulder before leaning over him from behind, getting as close to his ear as possible.

"I think I'm going to like this game." You whispered seductively, watching him shift in his chair as his erection began to grow. You stood up and chuckled lightly as you moved away and straight towards Bucky. You placed your knees on either side of his lap, straddling him in his seat before quickly looking over your shoulder at Ransom who was now sat upright with a clenched jaw. 

You turned your attention back to Bucky as he sat with a slight smile beneath you and you quickly closed the gap between your mouths, throwing you into a deep kiss as you slipped your tongues into each others mouths, tasting the lingering alcohol that was now combining. Bucky's hands slipped onto your back and you quickly pulled away from the kiss, grabbing his wrists and slamming them down onto his arm rests.

"I won, you don't get to touch me unless I say so. Got it?" You said sternly, before loosening your grip.

"Yes Ma'am." Bucky responded before you crashed your lips together once more and began grinding your pelvis down onto his crotch, feeling his length hardening beneath you. You continued this for the entirety of the time, not wanting to go too far too fast, wanting to annoy Ransom as much as possible.

'Beep, beep, beep.'

"Times up." Ransom spat angrily. 

You pulled away from Bucky's mouth slowly, biting your lip and keeping eye contact as you slowly slipped off of Bucky's lap and made your way back to your seat. 

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As the second round was dealt and played, you felt smug looking down at yet another good hand, ready to continue with the next phase of your plan. The cards were revealed. Ransom laid down his score of 20, winking at you as he did so. Bucky laid out a measly 17 and you slammed your score of another 21 down hard on the table. 

"Sorry Ransom, better luck next time." You teased as you made your way straight over to Bucky again, not wanting to waste any of your two minutes on Ransom. You hopped straight back onto Bucky's lap and wasted no time before throwing your lips together. Slipping your tongue into Bucky's throat as he obeyed your previous orders and kept his hands on his arm rests. 

After a minute had past you pulled away, gazing down at his chest as he bit his lip watching you.

"You know, you're making him angrier doll." He whispered as you slipped your hands down his chest towards his lap. 

"I don't fucking care." You spat as you reached Bucky's crotch, pushing your palm flat onto his hard cock and connecting your face to his neck, biting and sucking at the soft skin as your hand rubbed back and forth firmly. 

"Wow, that's the biggest one I've had in my hand." You flirted loudly, making sure Ransom could hear your compliment. You were lying, it didn't even compare to Ransoms size but you knew just how badly that would get under Ransom's skin.

Bucky was enjoying every minute of his time. He knew his friend would be getting angrier that you kept picking him and he had his own plan to help his friend out if he won a round. But for now, he was enjoying being able to kiss the girl he had been sneakily checking out all night, feeling you grind and rub against him and fulfilling the fantasies he'd been having.

Ransom had his eyes locked on the you both, getting angrier with each passing second as you taunted him. This wasn't going at all the way he'd intended and was only going to make it harder on you when he finally won. He smirked at the thought of being able to punish you like he used too. Nothing you both didn't enjoy of course.

'Beep, Beep, Beep.'

"Time." Ransom grunted. 

You slipped off Bucky's lap instantly.

"Fingers crossed I win again, I want to see that." You flirted, pointing to the bulge in Bucky's jeans as you sat back in your seat.

"Bitch." Ransom muttered under his breath as he began shuffling the cards once more.

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When the third hand was played, you felt a little less confident. Ending up with a score of 19 and suddenly panicking who was going to win. The hands were laid out, Bucky scored 17. 'Fuck' you thought to yourself. Ransom laid his hand down next, 18. A smile immediately fell on your face as you placed your cards on the table. Smirking smugly as you drew your gaze up to Ransoms. 

"Fuck." Ransom grunted as he hit his fist on the table. 

"Sorry, you gotta do better than that." You said smugly, irritating Ransom further. 

"You are being a fucking brat. Just wait until I get my hands on you." Ransom spat angrily. 

You instantly clenched your thighs together, feeling a sudden hot flush enter your heat at his threat, making you wet instantly. Ransom slammed the start button on the timer, snapping you out of your daze as you quickly got to work on the next part of your plan. You slumped back in your chair and locked eye contact with Ransom, biting your lip as you slowly started brushing your hand from your collarbone, down your chest and towards your lap. 

"What are you doing?" Ransom asked sternly. 

"I said, if I won, I could touch whoever I want. And I think this time, I'll touch myself." You smirked, slipping your hand into the rim of your skirt and under your underwear and you began running small circles over your clit with your fingers. 

You quickly slipped two fingers inside your pussy, thrusting in and out as you kept your eye contact with Ransom, squirming around in your seat as an orgasm began to slowly build around you. 

"I know....how much....you hate me touching myself." You breathed as you continued thrusting, rubbing your palm firmly over your clit and bringing yourself closer to the edge. 

You kept eye contact the entire time, seeing Ransoms jaw clench angrily as he locked his gaze on you. If there was one thing Ransom hated, it was not being in control. He wanted to control everything, including when you could cum and when you couldn't, making it his favourite punishment whenever you would be bratty. 

You got closer to the edge with every single second, the vision of an angry Ransom only aiding your arousal.

'Beep, beep, beep'

"Time." Ransom said smugly, pleased that you were unable to finish in time. 

"Fuck." You grumbled as you pulled your hands out of your pants and your pending orgasm began to slowly fade away. 

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Feeling pissed off at your lost orgasm, you begrudgingly lifted your next set of cards, avoiding further eye contact with Ransom for now. After the round had been played, you were left on a score of 19, feeling hopeful that the boys may have scored lower. Ransom placed his score of 19 on the table, matching yours. Bucky smirked as he placed his score of 20 on the table and raised an eyebrow at you waiting for you to play your hand. As your score was laid on the table, both of the men began smirking devilish and glanced at each other, as though they were having a silent conversation, before Bucky finally turned his gaze to you. 

"Come here Doll." He said and patted his lap as Ransom started the timer. 

You obliged and stepped towards him anxiously. You were turned on to no end and desperate to see what Bucky had planned for you, but the glance between him and Ransom had you on edge. As you reached Bucky, he pulled you onto his lap so you were facing away from him and angled he his chair out from the table, towards Ransoms line of sight. 

His lips lined up with your ear as he began whispering seductively.

"You've been neglecting my friend. Now I want you to look at him while I finally touch you, okay?" 

You felt a shiver down your spine, instantly drenching your pants as Bucky kicked your legs apart, giving Ransom a good view of your underwear under your skirt. Your head dropped back onto his shoulder as he sloppily kissed your neck, nibbling lightly. 

Bucky's right hand began slowly moving up your inner thigh, brushing your skin sensitively with his finger tips until he reached the rim of your underwear. Ransom watched on with hungry eyes, spreading his legs to allow for his growing dick as he flicked his gaze between your eyes and pussy. 

Bucky quickly slipped two fingers into your wetness, causing you to gasp at the sudden intrusion as pleasure began washing over you once more. Desperate to climax and increasingly aware of the time limit, you began grinding yourself down onto Bucky's fingers, chasing your release as you stared into Ransoms deep blue eyes. 

"So eager." Bucky chuckled into your neck as he curled his fingers up, hitting your g-spot and forcing a moan from your mouth. 

"If you want to come, you know who you need to ask." He whispered into your ear as he increased the pressure on your g-spot. Pushing you further and further. You knew what he meant, but there was no way you were giving up now. No way you would beg Ransom for release. 

"Never." You whimpered, awarding you a scowl from Ransom as Bucky quickly slipped his fingers out of you and your orgasm dissipated once more, leaving you panting. 

"Wrong answer Doll." Bucky whispered as he pushed you from his lap just as the timer sounded. 

'Beep, beep, beep'

"Last round." Ransom said grinning as you grumpily slumped back onto your chair, shooting both men a glare. 

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The final round arrived and the atmosphere was thick and tense. You anxiously eyed over your two cards whilst peering over at Ransom every couple of seconds with a scowl on your face and a heat between your legs. Part of you wanted him to win, to see what he would do after being messed with all night, you wanted to feel him as you had done a year ago. But the other part of you was desperate to dominate the game completely, to leave without him being able to lay a finger on you. 

Your fingers brushed over your two cards as the two men looked at theirs. A 10 and a 6. It was a risk but you knew a 16 wouldn't win. 

"Hit me." You said and Ransom tossed you another card. 10. Fuck. You forgot to keep your poker face and accidentally let a grunt escape from your lips, causing the other two to glance in your direction. A small smirk crept across Ransoms face as he placed his glance back on his cards. 

"Let's see what you've got." Said Ransom when everyone was ready for the reveal. Bucky was first to lay down his cards with a score of 20, sending another flush to your core as you were certain he would win. Atleast Ransom still hadn't and so the overall victory of the night would still be yours. 

You placed down your pitiful 26 before folding your arms and sulking into your seat. Ransom began chuckling loudly before throwing his hand onto the table and revealing his score. 21.

Within a matter of seconds Ransom had thrown himself from his seat, marching straight to you and grasping your neck tightly before lifting you and slamming you into the closest wall. 

Bucky took hold of Ransoms phone and adjusted the timer, pressing start as he sat back and watched his friend finally get what he wanted. 

Ransom held you by the throat, you were gasping for air and the blood flow to your brain had slowed, making you feel hazy and weak. Your wetness was building at an excruciatingly fast pace as he pressed his body into yours, leaning his mouth down so it was just grazing your own. 

"Did you really think you would get away with all that shit? Winding me up all night, touching yourself, trying to get yourself off without my permission." He spat against your lips. "You're going to pay for that. I'm going to bend you over that table and fuck you into next week and you're not going to cum. Not once. Do you understand?" 

You gasped as you squeezed out a few words, feeling the knot that had been building all night tense tightly in your stomach. 

"Squeeze....harder..." You choked awarding you a smirk from Ransom before he released your neck and moved you over to the table. 

Ransom pushed your body down flat against the hard green table, facing Bucky as Ransom bunched your skirt up over your hips and began unbuckling his belt, pulling his trousers down to his knees as his hard length sprung free. You winced in anticipation, remembering all too well that his size needed adjusting too, but you had a feeling he wouldn't give you that luxury tonight. 

You guessed right as all of a sudden Ransom pulled your panties to the side and thrust into you, getting as deep as he could and causing a loud moan to fall from your lips as a single tear fell from the pleasurable pain. Bucky smirked at you, holding the phone so you could see how long was left as Ransom began pounding into you furiously, getting out all the frustrations from the evening. 

You could feel your orgasm building, getting closer and closer to climax as Ransom hit your g-spot with each hard thrust. 2 minutes left on the clock. 

Ransoms grip on your hips increased as he began nearing his own climax, trying to push it out of him as fast as he could, worried he would run out of time when he wished he could have you all night. 

"Tell Bucky who you belong too." Ransom spat through his grunts. 

You moaned deeper, feeling him pushing even further than you knew was possible, your climax right on the edge, but you wanted to hold it, right until the last second, one last act of defiance. 

"Tell him who you belong too!" Ransom shouted more furiously as he neared his end. 1 minute left. 

Bucky gripped your chin, pulling your gaze up to his with a smirk plastered across his face. 

"You better tell me doll." Bucky teased.

"Ransom." You grunted, "I...belong...to Ransom." 

With that Ransom grunted loudly and released inside of you, his legs buckling beneath him as he kept up his thrusts, wanting to make use of every last second. 

You watched the clock, feeling your knot ready to snap. With only 10 seconds left, you allowed yourself to finally release, coming undone under him as your walls clenched around his dick while you writhed and groaned beneath him. 

'Beep, beep, beep' 

Ransom pulled out furiously as you began chuckling loudly, pushing yourself up from the table to face a now incredibly angry Ransom. 

"Did you just fucking cum?!" He spat angrily at you, causing Bucky to look over in shock after being unaware this had happened.  

"Yep." You teased, "What are you going to do about it?" 

"I'll fucking punish you right now you bratty little bitch." He spat. 

"Sorry baby, your times run out." You mocked, rolling her tongue along her lower lip. You turned to Bucky, leaning down and placing a firm kiss on his lips. 

"It was nice to meet you Bucky." You said smiling as you pulled away. 

"Goodbye boys. Better luck next time." You shouted, quickly walking off in the direction of the front door. Leaving Ransom feeling furious and confused. 

Bucky couldn't help but let out his own smirk, he was impressed. He was sure that Ransom had won the little game but you pulling that stunt right at the last second came as a huge surprise. 

"I like her." He said to Ransom, smirking as they heard the front door close. 

"Yeah me too." Ransom sighed in defeat, slumping back down into his chair. He didn't want you to leave, he wanted to throw you over his shoulder and take you into his bedroom. Punish you and then fuck you all over again, make you remember how good it felt to be together. Maybe then you would know how he felt, how badly he wanted you to be his, once and for all. 

As you slammed the front door behind you, you breathed a huge sigh of relief. Okay, it hadn't gone exactly as you'd planned and Ransom did get to have his way with you, BUT you got the last laugh, you were the one who was walking away laughing whilst he was pissed off. That would serve him right for using you, for inviting you over just to please him. At least that's what you thought, if only you knew his real intentions. You sat yourself in your car and called a cab. You could have done it and waited inside but the dramatic effect would have been lost and you didn't want to stay and face Ransom after how you'd ended things. You waited in the warmth of your car for five minutes before your cab arrived and you finally went off home to bed.

[mickimoo1409]

His Possession 

Chapter 6 - Mixed Messages

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Our Character (Lucy)

Throughout this story we journey through some difficult topics including suicidal thoughts, suicide, abuse, obsession and violence as these two characters lose themselves in each other. If you want romance and a happy fairy-tale ending, this is not the story for you. If you want an intense and at times toxic love story, filled with an abundance of sex, then get comfy, grab a cup of tea and lose yourself in Lucy and Ransom's story.

****CHARACTER NOTES****

The main family of characters are based around the Thrombeys from "Knives Out" however instead of Walt and his family, we have Lucy and her dad. Also Meg has a twin. 

Word Count - 3536

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Warnings - 18+ Only, adult themes throughout. Enter at your own risk. 

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As the sun blared through the curtains, coaxing me awake, an sense of unease fell on me instantly. The images from last night began filling my brain. Ransom's hand on my breasts, his lips on mine, our bodies together. How could I have let this happen? It was wrong on so many different levels, he was my cousin for shits sake and I had sex with him? What the hell was wrong with me? I needed to speak to someone. Anyone. But who? I couldn't exactly bring it up with Frank and I sure as hell couldn't tell my family. Besides them, I wasn't really close to anyone else. Small pools began to fill my eyes as I realised I was going to have to deal with this alone.

Remembering Ransom stayed over, I thought maybe I could catch him privately, talk to him about what happened and let him know that it couldn't happen again. This would hurt everyone we knew. Shit! It suddenly hit me, like a ten tonne weight sitting on my chest, we didn't use protection. Fuck. I lifted myself up in the bed and took some deep breathes as my heart began thumping heavily. Just another question to awkwardly have to ask, 'By the way Ransom, I don't suppose you've been checked for STI's lately.' I felt so fucking stupid. The only saving grace was that I was on the contraceptive pill. So at least that would be one less thing to worry about. I reached for my phone noting that it was 9.30am and noticed I had a text message from Frank. Guilt crept up on me as I was completely disgusted in myself.

'8.43AM - Morning beautiful. Hope you are okay this morning. I'll call you abit later on xxx'

Ransom was right, I was a slut. How could I have done this to Frank? I stepped out of bed, hitting the cold floor and slipped my fluffy, cream dressing gown over my pyjamas before heading straight out of my room to make sure I caught Ransom before he left. As I reached the door to the room he stayed in, I hesitated, closing my eyes and shaking my head before finding the strength to knock. Silence. I knocked again and waited for a few more seconds before pushing the door open and stepping inside. The room was completely empty. The bed was made, there was no evidence of anyone being in there at all. I tried the second guest room, wondering if I had mistaken which room he was in, only to be met with the exact same thing.

Downstairs Dad was in garden, stood in his grey pyjamas trousers, navy slippers and navy dressing gown, sipping on a cup of coffee as he watched the events team begin clearing up from the night before. I stepped outside to join him, clutching my dressing gown against me as the cold morning breeze hit me suddenly, causing goose bumps to prickle along every inch of my skin.

"Morning Dad." I said, interrupting his concentrated gaze.

He turned around and flashed me a smile, "Morning Princess."

I smiled back and approached him, leaning my head against his shoulder and wrapping my arm around his back. He didn't know why, but he could tell that I needed him, he always knew. He wrapped both arms around me and cuddled me close, leaning his head against mine.

"What's wrong Kiddo?" He asked cautiously, whilst holding me still.

"I just need a Dad day." I sighed.

"Can we spend some time together today, after Ransom leaves?" I asked, discreetly pressing Dad for information about Ransom's whereabouts.

"Of course we can Princess." He replied softly, pressing a loving kiss on the top of my head, before he continued speaking with worry in his voice. "Ransom has already gone though sweetheart. I heard his car start at 3am this morning. When I jumped up to see what was going on, I saw him driving off." I stood speechless in Dad's arms. So he screwed me and left. Was that his plan all along? Was he even going to stay or was it an excuse to get to me in the middle of the night?

"Honestly I'm a little worried, something must have happened for him to leave like that. I tried calling but he didn't answer. I'll try again in a little while and make sure he's okay." Dad continued. My blood was boiling, I felt hurt, humiliated, used. Now my poor Dad was worrying about him and I couldn't even tell him the real reason his scum bag of a nephew most likely left.

"I'm gonna go and have a shower Dad." I explained, pulling myself away and excusing myself before I got too worked up, as I felt tears begin to intrude my eyes.

The shower was boiling, almost hissing against my skin as I stood under it, sobbing to myself. The pain felt good, it made me feel better. At least I was now hurting because of something real, something that deserved to hurt me. It was such a confusing mix of emotions and I wasn't sure why I was allowing it to upset me. I didn't want anything to happen between us again, so why was it hurting me so much that he left? As I stood under the water, a surge of energy and anger waved over me. That was it, I was going to go round to Ransom's, demand to know why he left and make sure he knew the stress he'd put on dad, making sure he understood that he needed to stay away from me from now on. I stormed out from the shower, pulling on a pair of ripped, black, skinny jeans, a white strapped top and a baggy tie dye hoodie. I threw on a pair of trainers and tossed my hair into a messy ponytail, making quick work of getting ready. As I was running out the door, I shouted to Dad loudly so he could hear me from whatever room he was in.

"Dad, I'm going out. I'll be back later." Before I had a chance to step out of the front door, Dad had rushed into the hallway from the kitchen, looking incredibly worried with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Are you okay? I thought you wanted a dad day?" He said concerned.

"Yeah honestly dad I'm fine, I'm sorry, I just really need to do something." I ranted quickly and promptly ran out of the door. I jumped into my car and as I turned on the engine I took a deep breath. I felt determined, strong even, filled with courage as I sped off the drive.

Ransom lived in a house on the other side of town, about a 15 minute drive from where we lived. On the drive over I played over in my head what I would say to him. It was probably going to end in a massive argument, but I needed to have this conversation. I needed to be able to clear my head and stop thinking about him. Stop thinking about him touching me, his lips on mine, our bodies entwined together. Almost instinctively I bit my lip, as a hot flush ran over my body to my extremities.

"Fuck Lucy. Stop." I said sternly to myself as I approached the house. His house really was beautiful, the whole town seemed to sprawl out from here to where it ended a few miles away. It matched the aesthetic of the town, with old stone walls and a cobbled driveway. I'd driven here a few times, to drop things into his letterbox while he was away, on the families request. I'd never been inside however. His ridiculous green sports car was on the drive and so I stepped out of the car and made my way determinedly to the front door. My heart started pounding as anxiety about the looming confrontation washed over me.

"You can do this Lucy." I whispered to myself again, closing my eyes for a second to choke down the nerves.

I banged my fist on the door loudly three times. After a couple of minutes footsteps and the sound of clinking keys were heard on the other side of the door. I braced myself, ready to let rip. The door opened abruptly, Ransom was stood with his phone in hand, wearing only a pair of loose, grey, jogging bottoms that didn't do very well at hiding his bulge beneath them. He glanced at me briefly, with no expression whatsoever and then strolled off into the house, leaving me behind the open door. Fuck. I felt my confidence slipping away, my heart skipping at the image of his uncovered chest. It was going to be more difficult that I anticipated.

I stepped inside the house and followed the direction he went in. The house wasn't as big as it looked from the outside, although it wasn't small either. Directly in front of the door was a staircase leading to the upper floor. The rest of the house seemed to curve around to the right, where I ended up stood in an open plan living room and dining room. A massive glass sliding wall spanned the length of the far wall at the end of the dining room. Something I'd never seen from the driveway. It boasted amazing views of the hills and town. To the left of the dining area was a door that I could hear Ransom behind, I guessed that was probably the kitchen. I awkwardly sat myself down on the comfy, cushioned, grey sofa, waiting for him to reappear.

As I scanned the room with my eyes, I couldn't help but admire how well decorated and well kept the house was. I had always just assumed he was untidy, not giving a shit about things like cleaning up after himself. Opposite the sofa where I was sat was a large TV on a black glass stand with a few cabinets with glass fronts underneath. In between the TV and sofa lay a black glass coffee table, the glass was immaculately clean with not a smear in sight, a small pile of papers were stacked neatly on one side. On either side of the sofa sat two smaller black glass tables, each topped with a grey lamp. A large glass and chrome dining table stood on the far side of the large room, closer to the sliding doors. Four high backed, leather dining chairs surrounding it.

I could feel my confidence slipping with every painful minute I was left sitting there. This was not panning out as I expected. I was sat for a few minutes alone, anxiously biting at my finger nails until Ransom finally emerged from the other room, phone still in hand.

"No it's okay Uncle Nigel, I appreciate you checking up on me." He paused, turning his gaze to me as he stood in front of me.

"Well you know I would be the last person she'd speak too if she was upset, but if I see or hear from her I'll let her know you are worrying about her." His lips curled slightly as he spoke, keeping his gaze fixed to mine.

"Okay Bye"

"Your dad said you practically legged it out of the house. Why are you here?" He asked abrasively, looking away from me again as he slipped his phone into his pocket and picked up the papers on his coffee table before flicking through them. I was speechless, did he even remember what happened last night?

"I need to talk to you about.." I started mumbling before he quickly cut me off.

"About what Lucy?" He snapped, glancing up at me briefly before turning his attention back to his papers, "I'm kind of busy right now." I looked at him in shock as my blood began boiling once more.

"Why did you leave last night?" I finally forced out, although it didn't come out nearly as intimidating as I'd hoped. Trying to keep my gaze on his face as each ripple in his torso flexed before me.

"Why do you care Lucy?" He snapped again, angrier than before, turning to face me and tossing the papers down onto the sofa next to me, "You hate me. We agreed to get along for one night and we did. The night ended so I left, to avoid this awkward conversation, but here you are sitting in front of me, bringing the shit here anyway."

"We slept together Ransom! Don't you think we should talk about that?" I spat angrily, through gritted teeth. The tension in the room couldn't have been thicker as I threw myself towards him, standing inches away from him as we glared angrily at one another.

"No. I don't. Now can you please get the fuck out of my face?" He barked.

"Wow." I exhaled, rolling my eyes before yelling as loud as I could. "This was a mistake. I don't even know why I came, you are such a fucking asshole!" I stormed in the direction of the door ready to leave when I felt his hand wrap around my arm tightly. As I turned my face towards him, his eyes were bearing down on me, filled with a devilish desire. He pulled me towards him grabbing my waist with both hands.

"Stop. Don't. Don't leave." He said almost panting as he licked his lips. A flush flew directly to my folds as I felt his grip on my waist intensify.

"What the fuck is going on with you Ransom. I don't understand what you want from me." I snapped again trying to back away from his grasp but he had me firmly planted to the ground.

"I want you to take that hoodie off." He demanded in a low growl, biting his lip with the devilish look in his eye.

"What? Why?" I choked, feeling the heat rising between my legs. My heart pounding as I got more and more turned on. What the fuck was wrong with me? He began lifting the sides of my hoodie, pushing his hands underneath so they were either side of my waist, his fingers brushing against the bare skin.

"Take it off, so I can see you." He demanded once more. I was furious, but his touch and his demands sent a wave through my body, knotting my stomach. His dominant demeanour did something to my body that I didn't quite understand, but I couldn't bring myself to walk away.

"You asked what I wanted." He repeated, looking at me with pure desire." I want you. To take. Your hoodie off." He panted, tightening his grip on my waist. I felt the knot in my stomach tighten and my heartrate quicken as a wetness began building in my core.

Without thinking any more, I was overcome with desire. I slipped my fingers under the rim of my hoodie and lifted it off over my head, discarding it on the ground with a smirk. He looked at me and returned my smirk with one of his own, before bending down and forcing his tongue straight into my mouth. I gave into him, entwining my tongue with his and biting at his lip as we kissed. I had been taken over by pure lust, my actions fuelled by my aching abdomen. I put my hands on his bare chest and attempted to run my hands over him, something I had been wanting to do since I arrived, but he grabbed my hands quickly and forced my arms above my head as he backed me against the nearest wall without breaking contact with my lips. His tongue ran around my mouth, before tracing over my tongue and his teeth sank into my bottom lip. A moan slipped from my lips as I became more wet and desperate.

Using one of his hands to keep my arms pinned above my head, he ran the second down my body, stopping at my breasts for a few minutes, massaging firmly through my t-shirt before it continued its journey towards my trousers and began tugging on my jeans button whilst he pressed his body into mine. I could feel his dick, hard, poking into my leg through his trousers and I let out another moan. He broke away from my mouth and began lining my neck and collarbone with kisses, panting lightly against my skin whilst I closed my eyes, breathing heavily and humming every few seconds. My body was burning, my knot tightening as I gave into my primitive desires and savoured every wet kiss and nibble he was willing to give me. When he finally pulled my button free, he slipped his hand inside my trousers and over my already moist knickers.

"Wow baby." He panted against my neck as he slowly rubbed and teased my folds through the underwear, "Wet for me already." His deep voice, uttering those derogative words and calling me baby only made me feel more aroused. He released my arms from above my head, guiding me over to his coffee table, where he moved behind me and pressed himself against me, whispering into my ear as his hard length stabbed into my arse.

"Lie on the coffee table, face down." He demanded sternly through the whispers. I quickly obeyed, kneeling down on the floor and lowering my body onto the table, pressing myself against it, my head laid sideways against the cold glass. He knelt down behind me and tugged my jeans over my waist, pulling them down over my knees until I was free of them, leaving me lay completely exposed in front of him, my heart rate sky rocketing.

"What do you need to do if you want me to stop Lucy?" He growled from behind me, rubbing a hand softly in circles over one of my bare ass cheeks.

"Tell you to stop." I gulped, trying to compose myself as I felt his hands running over me.

After a few moments of silence, his hand released and a hard slap hit my ass cheek causing me to whimper, quickly followed by his fingers tracing over my clit, pushing around the juices I had already created. My cheek was stinging, mixing with the feeling of pleasure over my clit, driving me insane and pushing my pleasure to places I didn't know existed. His fingers danced around my clit for a few minutes, pressing and circling before he dove one of them inside me. I moaned loudly, gripping the edge of the coffee table as sweat formed on my brow. He quickly slipped a second finger inside me, hooking them both around to push on my G-Spot. Moans were escaping my mouth continuously as he kept pushing and pressing higher. My orgasm was building deep inside me, my heart pounding, my hands gripped tightly onto the coffee table as another hard slap hit my buttock again, shunting me forward, all the while not letting up with his fingers working inside me. The mixture of pain and pleasure continued sending my body into overdrive. He positioned his thumb over my clit and ran it in circular motions whilst thrusting the fingers in and out, pressing my G-spot with each hard push. My orgasm began to surround me without warning, another hard slap hit my behind again and as it did I felt my orgasm release as I let out a scream. It was shuddering through me like lightning, my cunt clenching around his fingers with pleasure. 

When I finally came down from my high, he moved his fingers from inside me and brought them to my mouth, brushing the sweet moisture against my lips. I took the hint and wrapped my mouth around his fingers, sucking the juices, tasting the orgasm that he had created and let out a moan as I lapped it up. His fingers were removed from my mouth and slowly traced down my spine before he gripped my ass cheeks tightly, spreading them apart with both hands before teasing my folds with his tip. I groaned and writhed beneath him, pushing my ass back against him, needing him to fill me completely and satisfy my craving. His hands moved on to my back as he plunged into me. I let out another scream and felt him dig his fingers sharply into my back, gripping me as hard as he could. With each thrust he hit deeper and harder, slamming into me with force. I could hear him grunting behind me as another orgasm built quickly inside me, my insides on fire. After a few minutes my body peaked again, my orgasm ripping through me at speed, my walls tightening and clenching around him as I lay moaning and shaking beneath him.

He spoke sternly and suddenly through his grunts, "Who's are you?"

 "Yours." I whimpered as he dug his fingers even deeper into my skin, his fingers nails clawing at me, before he thrust into me three more times, grunting loudly as he filled me with his own juices and collapsed over the top of me. 

[mickimoo1409]

Dear god 🥵 that was amazing!

the right girl

pairings: dbf!andy barber x fem!reader

summary: you're stuck in a motel room with only one bed with your dad's best friend andy barber and you can't sleep because you can't stop thinking about what it would feel like to touch him... thankfully for you, andy doesn't plan on keeping his hands to himself.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), age gap (reader is late 20s/early 30s, andy is late 30s/early 40s), smut, fingering (f receiving), nipple play, edging, finger sucking, daddy kink, praise kink, light degradation, teasing, dirty talk, dumbification, anal play, p in v sex, unprotected sex, pet names (mostly sweetheart and honey), aftercare

word count: 8.3k

a/n: i spun the wheels from @georgiapeach30513's moodboard event and got andy barber, dark, only one bed and edging and the idea for this fic popped into my head so i figured i'd write it 🤷🏼‍♀️ it ended up not being very dark but maybe soft!dark-ish if you squint?? i also did make a full moodboard for this fic, which i'll post later or tomorrow. i haven't decided if i'm gonna turn this into a series, but i kinda wanna follow it up with some smutty drabbles, so if anyone has anything they'd like to see with these two, my inbox is open 😁 otherwise, please enjoy!!

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“You’re squirming a lot over there, sweetheart,” Andy Barber said, his voice low and deep, raspy with almost-sleep as it floated to you from the other side of the bed in the dark motel room. There was a pillow separating your body from your dad’s best friend, but it apparently wasn’t going to save him from all your sleepless tossing and turning. It had been meant to stop you from thinking about him, so close but so untouchable, but it hadn’t saved you either.

Guilt and a little bit of shame slithered down into your gut as you whispered a soft, “Sorry, Mr. Barber.” Andy was a kind, steady man, and you felt awful for keeping him awake, especially when the reason was your tiny little crush on your dad’s friend. And the the big, overwhelming thoughts about what he was hiding beneath the lounge pants he’d worn to bed. You couldn’t stop thinking about reaching over the pillow and sliding your hand beneath the waist of his pants, feeling him in your hand. 

Blowing out a quiet, frustrated breath, you rolled onto your back as silently as possible and stayed as still as you could, only your chest rising and falling as you stared up at the ceiling.

You’d known Andy Barber for a number of years, and through almost all of that time, you’d thought of him as nothing more than a polite, decent, almost boring, man. He was a well-respected lawyer your dad had met shortly after you’d graduated from college when he’d needed help with some legal matters. You didn’t know what they were exactly, you’d been wrapped up in your first job out of school—it had been a long, arduous process to find work in your field and you were focused on impressing your colleagues. But you knew your dad had gotten close with Andy because your parents had started inviting him to all their summer barbecues and their yearly holiday party, where you’d met him.

You didn’t know much about Andy besides the fact that he was a lawyer and he was single. At almost every party, you overheard one of your dad’s other friends ask him when he was going to settle down, get a wife and have a kid. You’d hear Andy laugh affably, a charming smile gracing his bearded face as he’d say, “I’m just waiting for the right girl.” 

You’d never given much thought to who that girl might be, but as you lay in bed beside Andy, a pillow separating your bodies, you found yourself jealous of her. She wouldn’t need any kind of barrier between her and Andy’s big, strong body. She wouldn’t have any reasons not to cuddle up to the broad-shouldered lawyer and press her face into his neck, feeling the soft rasp of his beard against her cheek. Your body burned with jealousy over a completely fictional woman, which only made you feel worse.

The only thing that stopped you from wishing any ill will against Andy’s future wife was the knowledge that sometimes you’d catch him looking at you across your parents backyard or their living room. His blue eyes would be darkened, an intensity to them that would always make you squirm a little, though not unpleasantly. There’d be a look in his gaze, something that made your heart pang with yearning. But then the look would vanish and Andy would give you a friendly, benign smile and nod his head before looking away, making you question whether the look had ever been there at all.

You’d known since you met him that Andy Barber was attractive. With his brown hair swept back from his handsome face, neatly trimmed beard bracketing soft lips and those brilliant blue eyes, Andy was one of the hottest men you’d ever met. Even if he was your dad’s best friend. But he made it easy to never think of him as anything other than Mr. Barber. He’d never made you feel uncomfortable or given you too much attention. He’d greet you with a kind smile and make small talk, ask you about your job and, later, your career.

Maybe, if you were honest with yourself, you’d had a tiny little crush on Andy for a long while, though you couldn’t say when it had formed. You’d always ignored it, told yourself he was a boring, older man. You couldn’t possibly be interested in a man who hung around your dad, talking about their work and golf and other boring things. You couldn’t possibly be interested in a man who was so much older than you, even if he was at least a decade younger than your dad. 

You’d done a good job of ignoring that tiny little crush, but then you’d gotten into Andy’s car earlier that evening, and everything had changed for you. It was the first time you’d ever spent any time alone with Andy Barber, and you got to see him outside of one of your parents parties, away from your dad and the golf talk. It had changed the way you saw him, turning him into a man who made you squirm and have dirty thoughts while you were meant to be falling asleep.

Your parents were staying for the month of August at their shore house like they did every summer, and they’d insisted you take a week vacation to visit them. Normally, you’d rent a car and drive down from the city, but you had to work late that evening and your mother didn’t want you driving alone after dark. It just so happened that Andy, who also had an apartment in the city, had been invited as well, and your father coordinated with him to pick you up from your place so you could drive down together.

Once Andy had helped load your bags into his car, he held the passenger door open for you, closing it softly after you’d settled into the seat. You couldn’t help but admire him as he walked around the front of the car, his white button down shirt was open at the collar, showing off just a peak at some chest hair, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbow, revealing his strong, tanned forearms. You didn’t know what it was about men’s forearms, but just the sight of Andy’s made a gentle warmth bloom in your core. It only worsened when he slid into the car and his cologne surrounded you, blanketing you in his scent, warm amber and something spicy. 

Already flustered by the overwhelming urge to crawl across the car and curl up in Andy’s lap, you pulled out your phone and texted a friend about plans when you were back in the city. You hoped Andy wouldn’t notice your awkwardness, and he didn’t seem to as he pulled into traffic, maneuvering the car through the narrow Brooklyn streets near your apartment. But then he cleared his throat and got your attention. 

“Ah, I have one rule in the car,” Andy said, dragging your attention from your screen. You glanced up at him and found him cutting quick looks at you out of the corner of his eye, an apologetic half-smile on his face. “No phones, please, sweetheart—makes me feel like a chauffeur.”

Your face warmed at the nickname, even though you were certain Andy didn’t mean anything by it, and stowed your phone away. “Sorry, Mr. Barber,” you murmured, then asked him about his day.

With nothing else to look at, your eyes kept drifting back to Andy, cataloguing things about the man you hadn’t allowed yourself to notice before, like the way his big hands gripped the steering wheel, the muscles in his forearms shifting as he turned. The heat in your center slowly grew as you watched Andy, asking questions as he told you stories about the law firm where he worked. Alone in the car together, you could pretend you and Andy were just two adults who were friendly—there was no reason you couldn’t look at him and wonder it’d be like to touch him, to feel his hands on your body.

Not long after you’d left the city, you began to fantasize about Andy stopping the car suddenly, certain his arm would reach out and brace across your front to keep you pinned safely to your seat. You imagined his big hand falling to your leg, the warmth of his hand resting on your thigh just beneath the hem of your shorts. Your fantasies had you squirming slightly in your seat, even as you tried to remain unaffected by Andy’s presence, his charming smiles sending your heart fluttering. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice, and just kept you engaged in conversation, turning it to your day and your job.

It had already been pretty late when Andy picked you up, and you’d only been on the road an hour when he’d started yawning. He’d suggested stopping at a motel for the night, and you’d agreed, knowing your parents were rather you were both safe than trying to drive while tired. Since it was summer and you were on a well-known route to the shore, it took a little while to find a place with any vacancies, which was how you’d ended up in a single motel room that had only one bed.

“What’s keeping you awake?” Andy asked, after you were both silent for a few moments, drawing you out of your thoughts. His voice was rumbling and deep, making you want to squirm some more, and press your thighs together against the dull ache between your thighs. But you didn’t move, only stayed on your back and kept your eyes on the popcorn ceiling of the motel room.

“I don’t know,” you whispered, a hint of a whine in your tone. You hoped you didn’t sound as guilty for lying as you thought you did. “I just can’t sleep.” Even in the dark, you could hear the pout in your voice and you mentally slapped yourself for sounding just a little bit flirty. The freedom of the car was gone and the knowledge of who exactly Andy was to you weighed heavily even though you couldn’t turn off the fantasies of touching him. You reminded yourself Andy was your dad’s best friend and you couldn’t flirt with him, no matter how hot you thought he was.

With a heavy sigh, Andy pushed himself up until he was leaning against the backboard of the bed. You turned your head to look at him, your gaze catching on the way his t-shirt was rumpled around his chest and biceps. It looked so soft, you wanted to lay your head on his chest and curl around his body. You looked away quickly, afraid he’d see the desire on your face in the soft light filtering in through the large window next to the motel room door.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” Andy murmured, scooping you up from your side of the bed and hauling you across the pillow divider. The sheets twisted around your feet as Andy set you between his legs, his thick thighs bracketing your ass while he urged you to lean back on his chest, your ass on his lap. Your mind short-circuited at the knowledge Andy was touching you, and you let him gently manhandle you into settling against his body.

With the blankets pushed down around your legs, you realized how underdressed you were compared to Andy. You hadn’t expected to be sharing a bed with anyone when you’d packed them, so you were wearing only some skimpy shorts and a matching cropped tank top. Your nipples were pebbled beneath your top, and you weren’t sure if it was the air conditioner in the room or your desire, but you crossed your arms loosely over your chest, trying to hide your body’s reaction anyway. 

“What’re you doing, Mr. Barber?” you asked in a whisper, a little bit of teasing in your tone. You wanted so badly to squirm in his lap and feel if he would respond to you, but you weren’t sure if he’d be OK with that. You still thought he probably wasn’t making a move, no matter that him pulling you into his lap in the middle of the night might be a little inappropriate. 

Andy’s hands stroked down over your arms, skimming along your hips and over the tops of your thighs. You sucked in a breath when his warm palms came into contact with your bare skin, enjoying the feel far too much. “Just trying to help you relax, sweetheart,” he said innocently, his hands moving back up your body, his touch a little firmer. When he got to your upper arms, he skimmed one hand up to the front of your throat and tipped your chin back so your head rested against his shoulder. “Can you do that for me, sweetheart—can you relax?” His hands stroked back down your body, lightly massaging your muscles.

You let out a soft contented sigh as you calmed little by little. “I think I can do that,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. With the air conditioner running, you weren’t sure how Andy heard you, but you knew he did because a pleased hum rumbled in his chest. His hands felt so good on your body, you didn’t think to question whether what he was doing was appropriate from someone who was your dad’s best friend. 

“It’s been a while since you’ve had a boyfriend, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Andy asked in a low, quiet voice, his lips next to your ear. His hands were touching you more firmly, almost groping as they stroked over your arms and legs, venturing to your hips and waist. His palm slid over your stomach in a way that had you letting out a shuddering sigh. 

You were so lulled by his hands, and the heat they were stirring in your core, that it took you a moment to catch up with Andy’s change of subject. “Y-yeah,” you answered on a soft, breathy whisper. It was the first time Andy had ever asked you about your love life, and you were a little surprised he seemed to know you’d dated at all. But he was right, it had been a long while. “Not for a couple years,” you said. 

“Oh, honey,” Andy murmured sympathetically. His beard rasped over the skin of your cheek as he nuzzled the side of your face. You shivered in his arms and another pleased sound rumbled in his chest. “That’s too long for a pretty girl like you to go without a boyfriend,” he said in your ear, the words sinking into your mind. “You need a man in your life to take care of you.”

Andy’s touch was getting firmer, his hands groping your soft flesh in an almost possessive manner, which was having an effect on your body. The heat in your core was burning hotter, and you could feel yourself starting to get wet. You knew you’d crossed a line with Andy, though you couldn’t be certain exactly when it had happened. Especially when you were trying to focus on the conversation he insisted on having. 

“I can take care of myself,” you said as indignantly as you could manage, thinking Andy was talking about your financial security. You couldn’t fathom a double meaning to his words in that moment, not when your focus was split by the trickle of your arousal sliding down your slit, making you squirm on Andy’s lap. You bit back a gasp when you felt his cock twitch against your ass. 

“Mm, I know, honey, I know,” Andy rumbled, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs, over your hips and belly. His thumbs dragged closer to your center, but didn’t touch you there yet. “You’re a strong, independent woman,” he said, his voice warm like he appreciated those qualities in you. You sighed happily at his praise and turned your face to hide a dreamy smile against his neck “You’ve always been so impressive, sweetheart.” He brushed a kiss to your cheek, tickling you with his beard and making you giggle softly. 

You were so wrapped up in Andy’s praise, you barely noticed him moving your legs, lifting first one, then the other, on top of his. Your thighs spread a little, which felt dirty enough while you were sat in the lap of the older man, but then Andy began to slide his legs out, pulling you open wider. You were so pliant and turned on, you were little more than a limp, needy mess on Andy’s lap, and all you could do was watch while he spread you open for him, his hands never ceasing to stroke and caress your thighs.

Your skimpy little shorts had ridden up, the center hugging your mound and pressing your panties against your wet slit. You were a little stunned at how fast—how easily Andy had gone from seeming like a respectable man who’d never make a move on you, to the man who now held you open for him. Your lulled mind was struggling to catch up, but with Andy’s fingers stroking closer and closer to your dripping center, you had no desire to protest what he was doing to you.

“If it’s been years since you’ve had a boyfriend, I bet your sweet cunt is feeling a little neglected,” Andy said, his voice deep and dark, a hunger lacing his tone you’d never heard before—but you liked it. His hands stopped on your upper thighs, his thumbs tracing along the edge of your shorts, digging into the creases where your thighs met your core. “That’s why you were squirming so much, isn’t it, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice rumbling in your ear. “Your needy pussy wouldn’t let you sleep when you were laying so close to a man you knew would take good care of you, isn’t that right?”

Your head was spinning as you tried to reconcile the friendly, charming and affable Andy Barber with the man at your back who spoke such filthy words. You never would’ve suspected the upstanding lawyer could ask you such a dirty question, but you couldn’t deny how much it turned you on. You’d been so restless and needy it had kept Andy awake—and instead of getting angry, he seemed more than happy to take care of you. The only thing you could think to do was repay him with honesty.

“Oh god, yes,” you said on a gasp. Your hips jerked as his fingers continued to tease you, sweeping just beneath the edge of your shorts, but not moving close enough to touch you where you needed him. They pressed just a tiny bit closer and you writhed against his hardening cock. “Yes, Mr. Barber,” you cried softly.

“Don’t need to be so formal when you’re squirming on my lap, sweetheart," Andy murmured in your ear, laughter in his tone. You could feel the corner of his smile against your cheek, which only drove you wilder. His thumbs swept closer to your aching slit, digging beneath your panties and shorts. But he got your full attention with his next words. “I’d rather you call me daddy.” 

That word sent a lightning bolt of arousal through your body, leaving scorching desire in its wake. You reached your hands up and dug them into Andy’s hair, your back arching as you put yourself even more on display for the filthy older man who had you soaking and ready to beg for him. 

“Daddy,” you gasped, trying out the word. You loved the way it felt on your tongue, how perfect it felt to call Andy that. You tilted your head back, getting your mouth as close to his ear as you could manage while you whined and writhed in his lap, feeling his cock twitch and harden further against your ass. “Daddy, please!”

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re so needy, honey,” Andy cooed, his tone dripping with teasing chastisement. “Were you laying over there imagining this? Imagining me touching you? Tell daddy, and I’ll pet this pretty little clit of yours,” he urged in a soft, almost hypnotic voice, his finger teasing around your aching bundle of nerves without touching it.

“No, daddy,” you whimpered, starting to tremble with need. You weren’t protesting, but answering his question. Even still, Andy paused his hands, his breath rasping harshly in your ear while he waited for you to give him some kind of sign you still wanted him to touch you.

For a brief time, you both hung there, suspended in the moment. Your fingers clung to the back of Andy’s head, playing with the short hair at the nape of his neck. You couldn’t get over the sight of his hands on your body, the sheets of the motel bed rumpled around your spread legs and the soft neon light from outside filtering in through the blinds on the window. It looked so perfectly debauched, and you so desperately wanted more—wanted him to touch you properly. So you answered him properly, admitting to your dirty fantasies. 

“I was thinking about touching you,” you confessed in a hushed whisper, your words spilling into the imperfect darkness of the motel room. Andy let out a harsh breath of relief, but you went on. “About curling up against you and letting my hand reach into your pants,” you broke off on a gasp when Andy’s finger lightly flicked over your clit. It sent an electric shot of pleasure straight to your core, and you could feel yourself leaking more, your arousal trailing down to your puckered hole. You went on, hoping he’d continue to touch you if you did. “I couldn’t stop thinking about feeling you, daddy,” you said in a rush, “About taking you in my hand and stroking you.”

“That’s my girl,” Andy rumbled, affection in his tone. The tip of his finger teased your clit with light touches, never giving you the firm stroking you so badly needed. “You’re a precious, obedient little slut who needs daddy to take care of her, isn’t that right, honey?” Andy asked, his fingers swiping through your folds and spreading your wetness around, making a mess of you. You nodded in answer to his question, and he went on. “I always knew there was a perfect little slut hiding under all your good girl sweetness,” he murmured in your ear. “Knew you’d be wet and willing for me if I just got my hands on your sweet little cunt.” 

Your head spun even more at the implication of his words, that he’d been thinking about touching you a lot longer than you’d allowed yourself to think about touching him. The realization only made you hotter. “H-how long,” you started to ask, needing to stop and swallow against your dry throat. You were gasping for air while he ruthlessly teased your clit with gentle flicks, but you pushed the words past your parted lips. “How long have you thought about touching me?” you asked breathlessly. “How long have you wanted to to turn your best friend’s daughter into a writhing, desperate little slut?” 

Andy sucked in a harsh breath, like he hadn’t expected you to ask him such a dirty question. His free hand came up to your face and he turned you to look at him. A breath caught in your throat at the sight of his handsome face so unraveled with hunger—all for you. 

Andy’s eyes raked over your expression, like he was searching for something. You let him see how much you wanted him, how depthless your own hunger was for him and his touch. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and you only had a brief moment to appreciate it before he was ducking down, capturing your lips in a kiss.

Fireworks exploded behind your eyes at the first brush of his lips, and again when he pressed his mouth more firmly against yours. You sighed contentedly at the soft firmness of his kiss, giving Andy the room to deepen it, sliding his tongue between your lips and taking possession of your mouth. He kissed you harder, like he wanted to fuse his body to yours at the mouth, and you returned his fervor. Your nails raked through Andy’s beard, scratching lightly at the skin beneath and dragging a happy groan from him. 

When Andy finally pulled away, he was breathing heavy, his forehead pressed to yours as you both caught your breath. A smile danced on your lips and he gave you one last searing kiss, swallowing your surprised gasp and kissing you until you were dazed from the feel of him. 

“Christ,” Andy rasped once he’d pressed a final kiss to your lips. “Too fucking long,” he said, picking up the conversation where you’d left off. At the same moment, he pinched your clit between two fingers, making you shout, your body jerking hard enough he had to clamp his other arm around your waist to keep you on his lap. He held you pinned to him so his fingers could continue their exploration of your pussy. “You were only a couple of years out of college when I first thought about touching you like this,” Andy confessed, pressing one of his thick fingers into your pussy. He pushed inside you so slowly, your breath burned in your lungs from holding it. “You wore that sweet little sundress to your parents’ Memorial Day barbecue, the one with the daisies on it.” 

His finger was buried inside you to the knuckle and it took you a moment to recall the party he was talking about, but you finally did. “I remember,” you said on a gasp. It was a couple years ago, but you recalled the cotton sundress with a daisy pattern. It had been rather short, but you’d felt so pretty in it. “Didn’t know you noticed,” you said in a breathy voice.

“How could I not,” Andy rumbled, dragging his finger from your hole before plunging back inside just as slowly. “You looked like the sweetest angel in that dress, and all I wanted to do was shove my hand up your skirt and feel your soft cunt,” he went on, fucking you with his finger in torturously slow strokes that had you gasping for air. “I couldn’t stop thinking about bending you over, pushing your dress up and burying my cock in your tight, warm hole.”

“I had no idea you thought about me like that,” you admitted, watching Andy’s big hand move beneath your shorts. It was such an erotic sight, you could feel yourself getting wetter just from looking at it. Andy used your added arousal to slide his finger in and out of you.

“Of course you didn’t, sweetheart,” Andy murmured, adding a second finger to your pussy. You let out a cry of pleasure when he pushed both deep inside you, spreading them in your tight hole to stretch you. “Couldn’t have your father knowing I was thinking about his daughter like that,” he said distractedly, almost like he was talking to himself. “Couldn’t let anyone know that the whole time I was at those parties, I was thinking about all ways I wanted to fuck you.”

“Tell me,” you pleaded on a sharp inhale, turning your head slightly so you could catch Andy’s eye. His gaze was darkened and hungry and it made your stomach bottom out even as you gushed harder around his fingers. “Tell me what you thought about doing to me, please, daddy,” you begged in your sweetest voice.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Andy bit out through clenched teeth, closing his eyes briefly as his fingers stilled inside you. 

He took a deep breath as if collecting himself, and when he opened his eyes again, they were fathomless pits of desire. His mouth was pressed into a determined line as he added a third finger to your pussy, fucking you slowly while you gasped and squirmed on his lap, your hips canting to give him a better angle.

“One time when you were eating an ice pop at one of those barbecues, all I could think about was pushing you to your knees in the grass and shoving my cock in your mouth,” Andy admitted, his fingerfucking picking up the pace gradually as he spoke, like he couldn’t help himself. “I wanted to see you lick and suck on my cock the same way you did that popsicle.”

You didn’t remember the exact party he was talking about, but it was easy to imagine the scenario he conjured. You pictured yourself on your knees in front of Andy and you wanted it desperately—you wanted to taste him so badly, drool began to pool in your mouth. But, instead of voicing your need, all you could manage was a gasp and a moan, mumbling, “Oh god, daddy,” as he fucked you with his thick fingers. 

“And then there was that time your friend tickled you at a Christmas party and you squealed,” Andy went on, blowing out a harsh breath after that last word. “Jesus, fuck, it got me so hard,” he confessed, his fingers driving into you harder. When he stopped speaking for a moment, you could hear the light smacking of his palm against your soaking wet folds, which dragged a filthy moan from your lips. “I knew you’d squeal exactly like that if I pushed into your ass and stretched you out on my fat cock.” He punctuated his point by spreading his fingers as much as he was able, stretching your pussy and making you cry out, your hips jerking from the ruthless pleasure he delivered. 

The relentless drive Andy’s fingers in your pussy and his filthy words had you fast approaching your release. “Daddy,” you cried on a gasp, your hips rocking against his thrusting hand. “Daddy, I’m gonna come.” You tilted your head back against Andy’s shoulder, one of your hands dug into his hair while the other gripped the arm he still had banded around your chest. You needed something to hold on to while he drove your pleasure higher and higher.

But before you could tip over the edge, Andy wrenched his hand out of your shorts, his fingers leaving you wet and wanting. You could feel your pussy fluttering from your almost release, your clit throbbing angrily. “Daddy,” you wailed. A frustrated sob fell from your lips, but Andy was quick to shove his soaked fingers between your lips, making you taste your arousal on his skin. 

“Not yet, sweetheart,” Andy murmured in your ear, rubbing his fingers on your tongue. It made your head go fuzzy as you tasted your own muskiness. “Daddy’s gonna edge you until you’re all drippy and braindead,” he said and you could hear the grin in his tone, like he knew he was going to enjoy himself. “Gonna turn you into my own perfect little fucktoy.” 

You moaned around Andy’s fingers, your hands circling his wrist and holding on while you sucked them clean of your wetness. Your body had relaxed from the edge of your release, and you’d started feeling warm and floaty. Andy’s other hand pushed your tank top up and he began groping your tits, plucking at your nipples and swirling his thumb around the tight peaks, making you whimper while you sucked on his fingers. 

When Andy was sure you’d sufficiently cleaned him, he pulled his fingers from your mouth with a slight popping sound. A little bit of drool dribbled down your chin but you couldn’t be bothered by it, melting into Andy’s arms as he played with your tits. “Feels so good, daddy,” you murmured softly. 

“That’s it, honey, let daddy take care of you,” Andy said, guiding you to sit up so he could pull your top off. Then he pushed your shorts and panties down your thighs and helped you out of them. He gently manhandled you back into position, with your back against his chest, your legs splayed over his and your ass resting on his hard cock. He hooked his feet around your ankles, keeping you spread wide open for him. “Just let daddy make you feel good.” 

His hands began stroking your body again, this time skin to skin everywhere, and you relaxed even further, your mind drifting in a haze of pleasure while he murmured praises about your body in your ear. “Such pretty tits, honey, so soft and perfect,” he said in your ear. His groping hands were possessive when they felt up your thighs and hips, his voice low on a groan as he said, “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart, could touch you all fucking day.” 

Andy eventually worked his hands back to your pussy and he slid his fingers through your drenched folds. He worked you up again and again, edging you two or three more times, enough that you lost count. Every time he’d fuck your pussy with his fingers, bring you to the edge of your release. When you were crying and begging him to let you come, he’d move his hands away and leave you wanting. He’d shove his fingers in your mouth for you to clean while your body relaxed away from the edge. It was glorious torture, and by the time you’d lost count, your mind felt floaty and far away, only Andy’s hold on your body keeping you tethered to the earth.

“Daddy-daddy, please, wan’ come,” you babbled, head lolling back against Andy’s shoulder as your chest heaved. You were covered in a light sheen of sweat and you were so slick between your thighs you had no doubt you’d soaked the front of Andy’s pants beneath you. His cock was hard and twitching against your plush ass and you wanted so badly to feel him slide his thick length inside your grasping hole. You wanted so badly to come.

But Andy only chuckled. “One more,” he murmured in your ear as his fingers teased through your soaking folds, gathering your wetness and dragging it down to your puckered hole. He pressed a fingertip to your rosebud and gently pushed inside, making you cry out and tense. Andy soothed you with his soft, shushing words. “Let daddy in, sweetheart,” he murmured in a sweet rumble that sent a new wave of warmth spreading through you. “Just wanna play with your pretty little hole, honey, I promise I won’t give you more than you can take.” 

His words made you smile and you relaxed for him. Andy pushed again and was able to sink his finger all the way into your ass, opening your tight hole for him. When he was buried inside to the knuckle, he let out a sharp exhale. “Can’t wait to fuck you here, honey,” Andy rasped in your ear. You could hear a smile in his tone and it made you grin dazedly. You wanted to make him happy. “You’re so fucking tight, it’s gonna feel like you’re choking my dick.”

“Daddy,” you whined. It was on the tip of your tongue to beg him to fuck your ass in that moment, but at the last second, some sense returned to you. You’d never been fucked there before and you knew it would take time to prepare you for Andy’s cock. You whimpered at the thought of taking Andy’s thick cock stretching you out when his single finger already felt so big back there.

“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll make it feel good for you, too,” Andy promised, accurately interpreting your whimper. He dragged his finger almost all the way out of your ass before sliding inside again. It was such a weird sensation, but you didn’t dislike it. “When I’m done with you, you’re gonna love feeling daddy fuck your ass, sweetheart,” the older man murmured in your ear, making you shiver with desire.

“Yes, daddy,” you agreed, the words dissolving on a loud moan. 

Andy fucked your ass with his finger, his thumb reaching up and rubbing your clit lightly, circling around the puffy nub. He brought you to the edge again like that, without even penetrating your pussy, but it fluttered all the same, begging to be filled. When you gasped that you were “gon’ cum, daddy,” Andy pulled away again. He pushed his thumb into your mouth and had you clean off your juices. 

You busied yourself sucking on Andy’s thumb while he removed his finger from your ass, careful not to make you come with the stimulation. When Andy pulled his thumb from your mouth, he murmured in your ear. “Did you like that, honey?” he asked in a low, gravelly voice. “Like feeling daddy’s finger in your ass?”

“Yes, daddy,” you answered sweetly, a dreamy smile on your face. You were floating in a haze of pleasure, but you knew what you were saying and you meant it, you really did like the feeling of Andy fingering your ass. “Love feeling you play with my holes, daddy—daddy’s holes.” You giggled, not even knowing what was so funny, but it felt right.

“That’s right, honey, daddy’s holes,” he said, smiling and brushing a kiss to your cheek. His hands were soothing over your body again while you settled. Then he flipped you over onto your front, the pillow you’d shoved between your bodies all those hours ago wedged beneath your hips. “Gimme a second, sweetheart, just stay there,” Andy murmured, dropping a kiss to your head before he got off the bed.

You did as he said, staying right where you were with your ass up and your face pressed into the cool sheets of the bed. You felt nice and floaty and warm. There was an insistent throb between your legs that took up a lot of your focus, but you didn’t squirm or try to ease it at all. It felt good, and you liked feeling good. You liked being good for Andy. Your daddy. You giggled again, happy about the direction your night had gone. 

In the bathroom of the motel room, you heard the water in the sink turn off and Andy padded back into the room. When he joined you on the bed again, you could tell he was naked, his bare skin sliding against yours as he crawled on top of you. You let out a low, ragged moan when you felt his bare cock against your ass. It turned into a whine as you tilted your hips up, offering yourself to him wordlessly.

“Mm, there’s my braindead little slut,” Andy murmured, pressing sweet, suckling kisses up your spine and across your shoulders. He settled on top of you, his chest hair brushing teasingly against your back and making you shiver. “Ready for daddy to fuck you now, honey?” 

“Please, daddy,” you begged, your pussy throbbing at the thought of him sinking inside you. You tried to spread your legs, but they were stopped by Andy’s knees braced on either side of you. You squirmed, pressing your ass back against Andy’s cock. “Need you so bad!” you cried, frustration overwhelming you.

“Fuck, yes, beg for it, baby,” Andy urged. He reached between your bodies and pushed his cock between your thighs, dragging it against your soaking folds. The hard length of his thick cock bumped against your clit and you let out a high, desperate keen. “Beg for daddy’s cock to fuck your tight little cunt.”

“Please, daddy,” you begged in a sweetly whining voice. “Please fuck me, please, please, please, daddy.” You rocked your hips back on his cock, feeling the thick length against your pussy only making you drip more. It was so close, but not inside you and you were so frustrated you could cry. “Please, daddy, daddy, daddy, please!” 

“Good girl,” he rasped, brushing a kiss to your temple, his beard scratching delightfully against your skin. “Such a good slut for daddy.” Andy groaned, notching the tip of his cock at your entrance. His lips grazed the shell of your ear as he spoke so close, the words went directly into your brain. “Cum as much as you want, honey, don’t hold back.”

You’d barely nodded when Andy started pushing inside. He was bigger than his three fingers, so thick that the stretch burned a little, but you relished the pain-edged pleasure. It helped to clear some of the haze from your mind, allowing you to feel fully present in the moment. 

Andy moved slowly as he buried himself inside you, making you feel every inch of his fat cock. He was quiet as he moved, like he was savoring the moment. But when he was almost fully sheathed inside you, he shoved in the last few inches like he couldn’t wait to be inside you any longer. The jolt of pleasure and slight sting of the stretch was enough to tip you over the edge. 

You muffled a scream in the bedsheets, your fingers clinging to the soft cotton as your pussy clenched down on Andy’s cock, making him feel even bigger inside you. Your mind was blown with pleasure, the long edging session Andy put you through making your orgasm even more intense. Your vision whited out for a long moment, before you returned to yourself, swept under wave after wave of pleasure. 

“Fuck, jesus christ, sweetheart, that’s it, cum on daddy’s cock,” Andy bit out through gritted teeth. His fingers were digging hard into your hips, and you relished the way it grounded you. Your body trembled as your pussy gripped his cock in a vise. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he hissed. “Fuck yes, squeeze daddy’s cock.” 

Andy gave you only a short moment to come down from your high before he pulled his cock from your still fluttering channel and barreled back inside, forcing a sharp, pleasured cry from your lips. “Daddy!” you yelled, pushing back on his cock and making him grunt. You felt insatiable with need, like now that you’d had one orgasm, you were greedy for more.

“That’s it, honey, take daddy’s cock,” Andy growled, setting a brutal pace as he fucked you hard and rough. His dirty talk never ceased as he spilled filth in your ear. “Such a good fucking slut for daddy, taking my cock so well,” he murmured while he railed you, his hips slapping against your ass, his balls banging against your clit. “Knew you’d be perfect—I knew you’d be the best little fucktoy for me.” 

The older man fucked you relentlessly, pounding you into the sheets of the motel bed with a ruthlessness you never would’ve suspected from the upstanding lawyer. You loved it, you couldn’t get enough of it, and you couldn’t stop yourself from egging him on. “Harder, daddy, please, fuck me harder—need you so bad daddy, please!”

“Take it, you little slut,” he growled, fucking you harder and faster, his cock barreling into your cunt with every thrust. “Take daddy’s cock like a good girl.” You shrieked as he pounded against a spot inside you that had you seeing stars, your fingers clawing at the sheets as you pushed back desperately on him, chasing your pleasure.

“You gonna come again, sweetheart?” Andy asked in a teasing, breathless voice while he fucked you mercilessly hard. “You gonna come again like a good little slut?” 

Moaning and shaking and overwhelmed with pleasure, you nodded, gasping for breath so you could speak. “Almost there, daddy,” you whimpered. 

“Rub your clit, honey,” Andy rasped, levering himself up. While you reached an arm underneath you and found your clit, Andy gathered the wetness from where his cock pounded into you and brought it to your rosebud. He pressed his thumb against your hole and you were so close to being undone, there was no resistance left in you. You squealed as his finger sank into your hole until it was buried to the hilt. 

Between your fingers desperately rubbing your clit, Andy’s thumb in your ass and his cock pounding your pussy, it wasn’t long before you came again. It hit you like a lightning strike, and you screamed as your whole body tensed. You felt like you blacked out for a moment, coming back to yourself with a scratchy throat and a pussy throbbing with pleasure as it clenched down on Andy’s cock, squeezing him in your body’s tight grip. 

“Good girl,” Andy growled as he rutted into you, chasing his own pleasure. “Good fucking girl, honey, feel so fucking good coming on my cock—so good, fuck yes,” he growled. “Take my come, sweetheart, take daddy’s come.” He barreled into you one last time, your cunt gripping his cock and dragging him deeper. He pressed as deep as he could go and then groaned loudly as he came.

You felt Andy’s cock twitch deep inside you, then his warmth filling you up and you moaned softly. After a few shallow pumps inside you, Andy collapsed on top of you, his arms braced on either side of your head holding him up enough so he didn’t crush you. Turning your face to him, you pursed your lips until he huffed a small laugh and indulged you in a kiss. 

“Feel good, sweetheart?” he asked when he pulled away. He didn’t go far, though, pressing his forehead to yours. 

It was your turn to laugh. “That felt fucking amazing, daddy,” you answered, raking your nails through Andy’s beard and smiling when he let out a pleased rumble. He pressed another kiss to your lips. 

When you’d both caught your breath, Andy helped you up from the bed and dragged you to the bathroom so he could clean you both up. You giggled when he flicked water at you, and moaned softly when he slid a warm, damp washcloth between your thighs. He left you alone to pee, and by the time you crawled back into bed, he was stretched out. The pillow that had been between your bodies at the start of the night was shoved behind Andy’s head.

Still, you had a moment of uncertainty where you weren’t sure if he wanted you to snuggle into him. But then he turned his head to you and gave you an expectant look, reaching for you with grasping hands. “C’mere, sweetheart,” he murmured as he dragged you into his side while you laughed happily. You settled into his arms, your head resting on his shoulder and your hand playing lightly with Andy’s chest hair.

“Andy?” you asked softly after a moment, your voice quiet. You were half hoping he was already asleep, but there was a question burning inside you and you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep unless he answered it. So you supposed it was a good thing he hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

“Hmm?” he asked, skimming his palm down your forearm and up to your bicep, pulling you more on top of him. 

“What’re we gonna tell my parents?” you asked. You were already dreading the conversation you knew you’d need to have if you wanted to start a real relationship with Andy. And you did—you wanted that, and you hoped he did too. “What are we gonna tell my dad?”

You didn’t notice your breaths were coming quicker and you were tensing up until Andy flipped you over onto your back. He hovered above you, his eyes shining with affection in the dim light of the motel room. His gaze raked over your face, no doubt taking in your anxious expression. He ducked down and brushed a soft kiss to your lips. 

“I’m going to take care of you, sweetheart,” Andy promised when he pulled back, giving you a serious look. “That means I’m going to talk to your father, tell him how I feel about you and make sure he knows I’ll cherish you for the rest of your life.” His eyes went distant as he caressed your cheek with his thumb. “I’ve had a long time to think about this, I know what to say to him—to both of your parents.”

Your eyes went wide with a little bit of shock. One part of what he’d said was rattling around your brain, unable to let you move on from in. “H-how do you feel about me?” you asked, staring up at the older man who was quickly working his way into your heart. 

Andy’s gaze returned to focus on you and his expression softened. You sucked in a breath at the look of pure adoration on his face. “I feel like you’re the right girl for me, honey,” he said in a soft, genuine tone. “You’re the girl I’ve been waiting my whole life for.” A gentle smile graced his lips.

“Oh, Andy,” you said softly, grabbing his face and pulling him down for a kiss. You kissed him passionately, putting all your burgeoning feelings for him into the slide of your lips and the stroke of your tongue against his. When he finally pulled away, you were breathing heavy, and you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face. “You’re the right man for me, too, you know.” 

Chuckling, Andy smirked. “Oh, I know, honey,” he said, rolling onto his back again and dragging you on top of him. You shrieked in surprise and laughed. “Now get some sleep, I wanna use your pretty pussy again in the morning before we get back on the road.” He swatted your ass lightly and you giggled before settling down. 

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered sweetly on a laugh, nuzzling into Andy’s neck. You felt more than heard him chuckle. 

Andy wrapped his arms firmly around your waist and he brushed a kiss to your cheek. “Hush, my perfect girl,” he urged in a deep voice. “Sleep.” 

Finally, blessedly, you slept. In the arms of the right man for you, content in the knowledge that you were the right girl for him.

[mickimoo1409]

His Possession 

Chapter 5 - Giving In

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Our Character (Lucy)

Throughout this story we journey through some difficult topics including suicidal thoughts, suicide, abuse, obsession and violence as these two characters lose themselves in each other. If you want romance and a happy fairy-tale ending, this is not the story for you. If you want an intense and at times toxic love story, filled with an abundance of sex, then get comfy, grab a cup of tea and lose yourself in Lucy and Ransom's story.

****CHARACTER NOTES****

The main family of characters are based around the Thrombeys from "Knives Out" however instead of Walt and his family, we have Lucy and her dad. Also Meg has a twin. 

Word Count - 3892

Full Series Masterlist Here

Warnings - 18+ Only, adult themes throughout. Enter at your own risk. 

🖤

As the party began, the house and marquee quickly filled up with an array of different people. Business colleagues, old friends and the usual family members, minus Grandad who usually sat these kinds of parties out but always made sure to send a few expensive bottles of champagne for us all to enjoy. I had promised myself I wouldn't drink too much, but after the events that unfolded in my room I just needed a little help to take the edge off, allowing myself a couple glasses of the sweet, bubbly champagne. By the time Frank arrived at the party, I was on my third glass and feeling a little tipsy. As he entered the marquee, I threw myself at him, spurred on by the alcohol that was forcing my brain to become a little hazy and by the unquenchable lust I was feeling in my stomach after Ransom and I's earlier encounter. Wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him close, I forced my tongue into his mouth, kissing him recklessly for a few seconds. As I pulled back he smiled, looking completed surprised at my unusual passionate action.

"Wow, Hi." He stuttered as he pushed me gently off of him, looking me up and down, "You look incredible." I could see Ransom across the marquee glaring at me, his eyes filled with hatred once more as he furrowed his brow and clenched his jaw in my direction. I shrugged it off and quickly turned my attention back to Frank. He looked great, he was wearing smart black trousers and a red shirt with a black tie.

"Come and meet everyone." I shouted excitedly, swooping his hand into mine and dragging him to where Meg and Olivia were dancing. They were both wearing short, sparkly, sequinned dresses that were low cut and didn't leave much to the imagination. Meg in emerald and Olivia in silver, both with incredibly high heels. They slowed their movements as I approached them, theirs eyes widening with curiosity as Frank was pulled along behind me.

"Meg, Olivia, This is Frank." I said proudly, placing my arm around his waist and resting my cheek on his shoulder. I don't know what had come over me, I was being far more affectionate with him that normal.

"Frank, these are my cousins, Meg and Olivia." I continued gesturing to each of them individually.

"It's nice to meet you." Meg exclaimed loudly over the music, taking hold of my hand.

"Dance with me Lucy." She begged pulling me away from Frank. I mouthed a quick 'Sorry' over my shoulder to him before taking my position dancing with Meg. I could tell she was just as tipsy as I was, as we began throwing our body's around. Frank and Olivia stood a few feet from us, chatting with one another, though I couldn't hear what they were saying over the music. When the song ended, I quickly slipped away from Meg, taking Frank's hand once more and pulled him to one of the nearby tables where my aunties and uncle were sat. Ransom was still glaring at us from across the room, rolling his tongue along his bottom lip, the lip that I had been kissing just hours before. In a moment of insanity, I gestured for Frank to take a seat and then placed myself on his lap, pulling his arm around my waist, trying to direct my attention to him as my pulse started throbbing in my vagina. I couldn't make sense of what was going on with me. Maybe I was just finally appreciating having Frank around, at least that's what I was trying to convince myself.

"Frank this is Auntie Joni, Joni's girlfriend Sarah, Uncle Richard and Auntie Linda." I said as I gestured from left to right around the table. Everyone was dressed glamorously as usual. Richard in his usual suit and shirt, Joni was wearing another floor length gown, Sarah was in a low cut, black top, tucked into tight, leather trousers and Linda was sporting another tweed ensemble.

"Everyone, this is Frank." I continued as I gently stroked a hand over his chest, feeling a sudden intrusion under my ass as I did so and Frank's hand gripped my hip a little tighter. The family began quizzing him one at a time, leaving no stone unturned. This seemed to be a theme whenever myself or one of the twins introduced a new partner to everyone. It was almost an interrogation, although Frank took it in his stride and kept his confident, calm demeanour as he answered their questions. Shortly after, Ransom appeared and joined us at the table. As he sat, he stared at me, pressing his lips together.

"Umm, Frank, This is my cousin Ransom." I said cautiously, "Ransom, this is Frank." I felt Frank's hand grip tighter on my waist, letting me know he was here to support me. Or maybe he was just enjoying the fact I was being a little more intimate, whatever the reason, his fingertips began digging slightly into my skin.

"Nice to meet you." Frank said pleasantly. Ransom scowled back at him and then looked away from us both, clenching his jaw.

"Wow, he really is a dick." Frank whispered to me. I couldn't help but let out a small laugh, causing Ransom to shoot me a disgusted look.

"So what is it you do exactly Frank?" Ransom sneered from across the table, folding his arms as he lent back in his seat.

"I'm an estate agent, I'm currently in the process of opening up my own firm." He replied proudly, before looking back at me smiling.

"Ahh, so you're a liar." Ransom smirked. Everyone took a deep breath and shot him a stern look almost in unison.

"What?" Ransom exclaimed, "Everyone knows that estate agents are bullshitters, lying about every possible thing they can, just so they can close a deal and make money."

"Frank isn't like that." I snapped back angrily, glaring at him intensely as I felt anger begin to bubble up inside me. "That's a bullshit stereotype and you know it."

"Yeah, right." He scoffed, pushing his bottom lip out with his tongue.

"Do you seriously wanna go there?" I shouted, feeling the anger inside me build up at an alarming rate, Frank's grip stayed firmly on me, feeling the tension.

"At least he's working his ass off to build something for himself, instead of rinsing money off his parents and fucking every girl from here to Scotland." I continued snarkily.

"Alright, I think we should all cool down a second." Richard interjected quickly, sending Ransom a disapproving look. Ransom rolled his eyes in response, shaking his head as he pushed his bottom lip out.

"Babe, lets go get some air." Frank said to me gently, gripping me a little tighter as I finally allowed my gaze to go to him.

"Okay." I nodded, allowing him to stand me up and take my hand, pulling me out of the marquee speedily and into the fresh, night air. We moved around the marquee, slightly out of view and sat down on the cold grass next to each other, looking up at the moon as Frank trailed his finger tips up and down my arm in an attempt to calm me.

"You weren't kidding about him were you." He asked, breaking the silence. I shook my head and tried to focus on my breathing.

"I'm sorry." I finally replied, "I know I should ignore him, he just knows how to twist the knife into me."

"It's okay." He replied as he placed his hand onto mine, smiling softly.

"Sorry he attacked you like that." I continued, watching our hands as I placed my fingers through his so our hands were entwined on top of one another.

"It's fine Lucy, honestly." He said softly, slipping his hand from mine and bringing it to my jaw, caressing my cheek with his thumb as he pulled me towards him, pressing our lips together. He quickly deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth. As we kissed, my mind began drifting, thinking about how good Ransom tasted, how soft his lips were compared to Frank's and how I desperately wanted to feel the fire in my stomach again. Shit. Immediately I pulled back from Frank, needing to free myself of the intrusive thoughts.

"I'm going to go and get a drink." I announced, patting my knees and forcing myself up off of the ground.

"Want me to come?" Frank asked, staring up at me from the ground.

"No, it's okay, I'm just going to take a minute to sort this out." I said, circling my hand around my head, gesturing to the mess that was my brain right now.

Walking up into the house, I bumped into Dad in the family room, he was holding a pile of paperwork talking to one of the assistant publishers at the firm.

"Excuse me, Nigel." I said furiously. "No work on your birthday." He flashed me an apologetic smile as I swiped the paperwork out of his hands. "I'll put it in your office, don't you dare go in there tonight or I'll be pissed." He laughed, holding his hands up in surrender and carried on talking to the other man.

Making my way into the office, my head was all over the place.

'Shake it off Lucy', I said to myself. Dad's office was next to the dining room, a small, comforting room with a desk at one end, strewn with papers and a computer. A wall length book shelf ran down one side of the room, filled to the brim with a variety of different texts he had collected over the years. The papers taken from Dad were slapped onto the desk abruptly and on turning around to leave, Ransom was in the doorway, leaning against the door frame, chewing on his bottom lip as he stared at me intensely.

"You are driving me insane." He growled angrily, taking a few steps closer to me until he had backed me against the wall, not breaking the intense eye contact.

Placing one hand on the wall, besides my head he continued, "Why are you acting like a little slut."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I spat back at him. My heart began pounding, the heat in my body returning as our faces were less than a few inches apart.

"You know what." He growled, "You are practically fucking that guy, right in front of me."

"Oh my god." I said furiously, ducking my head under his arm to escape him. "I don't even know what you want me to say? Sorry for kissing my boyfriend. Do you realise how stupid you sound." He reached over and grabbed my arm, not forcefully, but hard enough that I couldn't get away easily. I could feel the fury building within me as we stood glaring at one another, angry that he was acting like this, confusing my already muddled up thoughts and feelings further. His eyes narrowed as I felt him attempt to pull me closer, a glint of desire appearing in his eyes.

With all my force I yanked my arm from his grasp and stormed towards the door shouting, "Stay the fuck away from me Ransom." I ran straight into the kitchen, grabbing myself another glass of champagne and threw the whole thing down my neck in a few quick gulps. I had never been so confused and angry. Fucking whiplash again. After I composed myself, I grabbed another glass of champagne before heading back out to the marquee, feeling the alcohol swirling in my head, growing fuzzier and fuzzier by the minute. Frank was sat with my family again, chatting away, he made eye contact as I walked in, smiling at me sweetly. I wasn't ready to go back to him yet, I needed to let off some steam before it consumed me.

Meg and Olivia were still on the dance floor, so leaving the drink still firmly in hand, I danced over to them and began moving myself around, allowing the music to wash over me, taking large gulps of the sweet liquid every few seconds before the glass was dry. After a few minutes, Ransom re-entered the marquee, staring directly towards me as he made his way to the dance floor. He began dancing with a young girl close to us, grinding against her back and putting his hands on her arms before spinning her around, she draped her arms around his neck and danced against him seductively. I was having trouble taking my eyes off him when Meg began shouting above the music.

"Frank's cute." She acclaimed loudly, taking one of my hands as we danced together.

"Yeah, he's great." I replied anxiously, switching my gaze between Meg and Ransom. Ransom's hands had slipped onto the girls arse as they continued grinding against one another, throwing his gaze to me every so often.

"He hasn't taken his eyes off of you." Meg giggled loudly, I began panicking thinking she was talking about Ransom, before she gestured over to the table where Frank was sat watching me intensely, biting his lip.

"Have you boinked him yet?" Interjected Olivia.

"Boinked?" I said, raising my eyebrows at her and laughing.

"Well, have you?" She asked again laughing as we continued throwing our bodies around seductively.

I shot her a stern look before responding a little too loudly, "No, Olivia, no boinking yet." We all simultaneously began roaring with laughter. I glanced back to Ransom and found him glancing over at me too and smiling widely before looking back to his new friend again, clearly hearing the exchange between me and the twins.

"You might want to hurry up." Joked Meg, nodding her head in the direction of the table, where Auntie Linda was planting a sloppy kiss onto Frank's cheek.

'HELP' he mouthed to me with a terrified expression, causing the three of us to laugh more erratically, before I stumbled over to save him, slipping back onto his lap.

The rest of the night went pretty well. Ransom and I avoided each other completely, although I would occasionally glance over to find him staring at me as he sat brooding with a drink in hand. I danced with Frank for a while, the alcohol removing all my inhibitions as I pressed our bodies together, allowing him to slide his hands over me. After the sixth glass of champagne, I decided I'd had enough and switched to water, I didn't fancy wasting another Sunday hungover.

As the night drew to a close, the crowds slowly eased off until only a few of us remained. Dad, Richard, Linda and Ransom all sat in the family room for a night cap whilst I walked Frank outside to where he'd left his car. After how full on I'd been with him all night, it really shouldn't have surprised me so much when he shoved his tongue down my throat to say goodbye, yet it still did. On arriving back inside the house, the sound of quiet chatter and laughter was all that was left. I looked towards the family room at everyone, they were all deep in conversation, laughing with each other. I thought about joining them but became overwhelmed at the thought of being so close to Ransom after tonight's events and so I took myself off to my bedroom threw on a silk camisole and shorts and crawled into bed.

In the middle of the night, I was woken slightly by the sound of my door opening and small, unrecognisable footsteps before a weight bore down on the bed behind me. It took longer than it should have to process what was going on as I slipped into a half asleep state. Fingers brushed up and down my arm lightly and a voice spoke, waking me completely.

"Are you awake?" Ransom whispered as I turned over to find him laying in bed next to me.

"Well I am now." I whispered back, rubbing my eyes and trying to process how I felt about him appearing in my bed. As my sleepy vision cleared, I noticed he was just wearing a pair of white boxers. His torso uncovered. He was even more toned than I realised, forcing an audible gulp from my throat as I scanned every inch of his body. He lay staring deep into my eyes, straight into my soul.

"What are you doing in my bed?" I finally choked out through baited breathes. I wanted to scream at him, throw him out of my room, but a part of me just wanted to lay here staring back into those deep blue eyes. I bit my bottom lip instinctively and without any further hesitation he propped himself up on one arm, took my face in his freehand and began pressing our lips together. His lips were so soft and he was surprisingly gentle. He began running his tongue along the edge of my lips, begging for entrance. My lips parted instantly, granting him access and we began kissing deeply and passionately, tasting the lingering alcohol on each others breath. He trailed his hand down, along the length of my arm before resting it on my hip, grasping at my skin lightly. All those feelings from earlier in the day returned, the lump in my throat, the flittering in my stomach and the heat radiating from my core as a slow wetness began building in my underwear.

He pulled away briefly and looking into my eyes he whispered, "I meant what I said, if you ever want me to stop, tell me, I will."

I took his face between my hands, nodding at him reassuringly before pulling him back to me, kissing him even more deeply and slipping my arms around his neck, gripping it tightly. I could feel a fire burning deep inside me and in the heat of the moment I knew what I wanted, I knew what he wanted. In one swift movement, he swung over so he was crouched over the top of me, using one of his arms to hold him up slightly while the other began wandering up my body and underneath my camisole, brushing lightly against my skin. As our tongues continued to twist against one another, he took my breast in his hand and began massaging it gently, rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger, hardening it instantly. I pulled away from the kiss to let out a soft moan, he looked down at me panting, his eyes filled with hunger and desire as I lay panting beneath him, completely at his mercy. He came down on me once more, leaving kisses up and down my neck and biting and sucking at the skin seductively, whilst edging his hand down my body, until he slipped it under the rim of my shorts and onto the top my underwear, causing me to hum quietly.

He stayed there for a minute rubbing softly, teasing my folds through the lace panties whilst he continued sucking and nipping at my neck. My wetness was building at an alarming rate under his touch. My building desire took over, wanting to escalate our actions further, keeping one arm around his neck, grasping at his shoulder, I pulled my other arm down and ran my hand along his chiselled chest before resting it on top of his boner. His hard length pressed into the palm of my hand alerting me to just how large he was. He moaned into my neck as he returned to kissing it and he quickly became more focused and desperate, panting heavily over me. He quickly removed his hand from my underwear and slid off my shorts and underwear before removing his own and climbing back on top of me. Heat and sweat was radiating between our quaking bodies and I could feel his hard dick pressing against my leg as he connected our mouths once more. Our tongues worked together perfectly as he began gently pressing his penis against my slit, waiting for me to allow him in fully as the wetness built up around both of us. The knot in my stomach was building fast as he made one large, slow thrust and the entirety of his length made its way inside me.. I broke the kiss, arching my back, letting out a loud moan as he hit deep into me and without missing a beat he quickly placed one of his hands over my mouth.

"Shhh. You need to be quiet baby." He whispered into my ear quietly as he began sucking and nibbling at my ear lobe, thrusting his length into me slowly, allowing me to get used to his size. With each thrust he made my body became hotter, my orgasm building and my cunt throbbing against him as I melted away. I had to bite down on my lip to conceal the moans as he hit my g-spot with each deep advance. No one had ever managed to hit that spot before, which only made me more wet at the intense feeling. He reached a hand down between my thighs and started rubbing gently at my clit with his fingertips, bringing me closer to the edge as he continued plunging into me. I gripped the sheets and arched my back, biting my lip harder to stop myself from making too much noise as I struggled to keep the moans at bay.

As I came closer to climax, he moved his mouth to my ear once more, blowing his hot breath on my neck and whispered. "You're mine now Lucy. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours." I whimpered, gasping as the orgasm peaked, consuming me. My legs twitching and my vagina clenching around him as I became a complete mess beneath him.

"Fuck." He growled as he drove into me deeply a few more times before letting out a low groan and filling me with his warm cum. He slowed to a stop and relaxed his body, leaning into me so our bodies were pressed together. We both lay like that for a while, panting, his head laid in the crook of my neck as he stayed buried within me.

He didn't say another word as he slowly slipped out of me and got himself on his feet. I watched as he grabbed a towel from my bathroom and came back over to me, mopping up the combined juices that ran on my legs and folds. He pulled his boxers back on and proceeded to put my underwear back on for me, followed by my shorts as I watched him through deep breathes. He tugged my duvet up placing it over me and pressed his lips to my head and then swiftly left the room. I lay, staring at the ceiling, deep in my thoughts. I felt full and fulfilled, like that had been building up for a long time and it had finally come to a head, but I also felt confused. He just left, leaving me an exhausted mess. I didn't have long to overthink, my body was completely worn and overwhelmed and before I knew it, I drifted back off to sleep.

[mickimoo1409]

His Possession 

Chapter 4 - A Birthday Surprise

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Our Character (Lucy)

Throughout this story we journey through some difficult topics including suicidal thoughts, suicide, abuse, obsession and violence as these two characters lose themselves in each other. If you want romance and a happy fairy-tale ending, this is not the story for you. If you want an intense and at times toxic love story, filled with an abundance of sex, then get comfy, grab a cup of tea and lose yourself in Lucy and Ransom's story.

****CHARACTER NOTES****

The main family of characters are based around the Thrombeys from "Knives Out" however instead of Walt and his family, we have Lucy and her dad. Also Meg has a twin. 

Word Count - 2794

Full Series Masterlist Here

Warnings - 18+ Only, adult themes throughout. Enter at your own risk. 

🖤

On Saturday morning, I was woken by my alarm at 8am sharp. There was no time to waste today, as much as lying around in bed for another hour or two appealed to me, it was going to be hectic day. I threw myself off of the bed and immediately began by throwing on clothing, opting for a pair of cream, knitted leggings and a white, strapped, crop top, tossing my hair into a pony tail. I raced down the stairs, clutching the pile of wrapped presents for Dad and burst into the kitchen shouting as loudly as I could.

"Happy birthday Dad!"

He was sat at one of the bar stools, still in his pyjamas, sipping his coffee and reading the paper as always, lifting his head with a very surprised expression as I bounded towards him.

"This is it isn't it." He said cockily with a huge smirk, "I'm so old, I slipped into a coma while I slept and now I'm dreaming."

"You know I am perfectly capable of getting up early on the weekends." I returned confidently. He raised his eyebrows at me, waiting for the punchline we both knew was inevitably following.

"Especially when it could be your last birthday on earth, with you being so close to death now." I continued.

He clutched his heart with his right hand and mouthed "ouch". We both cackled loudly.

"Here you go." I said placing the pile of gifts in front of him, climbing into the stool next to him with a wide spread grin.

"Oh for goodness sake Lucy Elizabeth Thrombey, how many times do I have to tell you not to spend your money on me?" He exclaimed sternly, glaring down at the huge hoard before him.

"At least seventeen more times." I teased and swiftly kissed him on the cheek. I watched him open his presents one by one, each time giving me a glare and smile simultaneously as he found the treasures beneath the gold paper.

"Thank you princess." He said when he finished, placing his arm around my back and kissing me gently on the head. We sat together to eat breakfast, myself opting for porridge, knowing I would need my energy today. As we ate we spoke about work, discussing what events were coming up on the firms calendar and shortly after we were joined by Fran. She seemed more on edge than usual, but I didn't blame her, it was a going to be a busy day. She swiftly handed Dad a card and a bottle of champagne and wished him a happy birthday before running out of the room clutching a clipboard tightly in her hands.

"Shall we?" I jokingly said to dad, gesturing to the bottle of champagne with my spoon.

"Jesus Lucy, it's 8.30 in the morning." He laughed, shaking his head. I looked back at him lovingly, in complete admiration of this man. Our relationship, the banter we had with one another, was simply perfect. All of a sudden and out of no where I felt myself begin to feel choked up, my eyes filling with tears.

"Dad." I sputtered out, dropping the spoon back into the bowl and twirling it around anxiously. "I love you, thank you for everything. My life could have been so different if you and mum hadn't..." I couldn't get any more words out, tears were free falling down my cheeks, leaving me a wet sobbing mess.

"Oh Princess." He sighed, standing up and putting both arms around me, pulling me into a firm hug. I liked it there, it felt safe and comforting, he always knew how to make me feel better.

"You know." He continued pulling away to look down at me, "You are the best gift I have ever had. Even the tie doesn't top it." He began smiling and that smile quickly turned into a chuckle.

"Don't go soft on me now old man." I squeezed out smiling, wiping the tears away from my face and turning my attention to finish eating, shovelling the remainder of my breakfast down as fast as I could.

Shortly after breakfast a team of people arrived to start preparing the house for the party. Dad was ushered to leave, he had planned lunch with his friend Charlie, so he would be out of the way. The team got to work and erected a large marquee in the garden, just outside of the double doors in the family room. The doors were hitched open to allow access between the two. In the marquee they put down a temporary dance floor on one end, a small stage adjacent to it and tables and chairs on the opposite side. The whole area was lit up, with an array of fairy lights surrounding the interior marquee walls. I helped where I could, carrying things between the team's van and garden and showing them where Dad would want everything as Fran ran around sorting out all the important details. The catering team arrived at around lunchtime, they needed more time today to prep the food for the evening which included a large variety of different canapés. The smells coming from the kitchen were incredible and after a couple of hours I sauntered back into the kitchen and convinced the caterers to let me taste test a few samples after completely skipping lunch.

During the afternoon, I helped Fran in the family room, shifting the furniture around to create a walkway through the middle of the room, out to the garden and then placing the chairs around the edges so guests could come in here to relax if the marquee was a bit too overwhelming for them. The band arrived at around 4 and headed straight to the stage to do their checks and get set up. It was all coming together nicely and I was confident Dad was going to love it.

At 5, I excused myself to go and get ready. Showering took a matter of minutes and upon re-entering my room in my towel, I noticed a text on my phone.

"Urgh."I groaned loudly as I realised who it was from. I had taken the initiative, after the last message, to save his number in my phone under the name 'Best Cousin EVER'. A sarcastic joke I could enjoy whenever he decided to interrupt my life.

The message read '5.12PM - Can't wait to see you tonight. R x'

I thought about sending a sarcastic reply and then decided against it, knowing that I would end up getting sucked into his games and I just wanted him to leave me alone. Plonking myself down at the dressing table, I styled my hair into a messy bun and proceeded with the usual mascara, this time applying a light coating of silver eyeshadow to my eyelids and finished off with a red gloss on my lips. I slipped my new dress over my skin, feeling the soft material caressing every inch that it touched. It looked even better than I imagined. It sat tight against my waist and breasts and the skirt floated outward ever so slightly and hung just below my buttocks hiding my black lace knickers. The front of the dress hung low enough to reveal a small amount of cleavage and the back was low, resting a couple of inches above my arse and revealing my completely bare back. I decided against wearing a bra but the dress clung to me so well, it held my breasts in place perfectly. Spinning around in front of the mirror, I felt amazing and incredibly sexy. I perched myself on the side of my bed watching out of the window at the team below running around, finishing all their preparations as I started to slip on my red heels.

The door creaked open behind me, swiftly closing again a second later, causing me to jump slightly. As I swung my head around frantically to see what had startled me, I was met by Ransom, striding towards where I was sitting, wearing a navy blue suit and white shirt that clung to his chest showing off his sculptured figure. I could feel anger building inside me, he was giving me whiplash with the whole 'I hate you, no I want to be friends' bullshit. Breathe, I told myself, before addressing him with a bitter tone.

"What are you doing in my room?" I asked as I finished slipping on the second heel, glaring out of the window so I didn't have to look at his irritating face.

"You've been ignoring my messages." He replied, taking a seat on the bed next to me.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said sarcastically, hiding a smirk as I realised I'd annoyed him.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about Lucy." He snapped, shifting his position slightly, causing our legs to brush against against one another's and sending a flutter directly into my stomach. I swallowed deeply, refusing to let on to how the simple touch had made me melt.

"I don't understand why you are trying to be nice all of a sudden." I snapped back suddenly, bringing my gaze up to glare sternly at him," You called me a bitch, a slut and then are texting me like we're best friends. It's infuriating."

"Yeah." He sighed, "You're right, I'm sorry." His face softened in front of me, confusing me further as he looked like he genuinely meant it.

"Well that's a first." I smirked, rolling my eyes playfully.

"Lucy, can we both just agree to get on for one day, for Uncle Nigel's sake." He pleaded, piercing his blue eyes into mine.

I glanced back at him pursing my lips and let out a sigh, "Yeah, sure, one night won't kill us."

He smiled back at me. An actual real smile. I couldn't remember the last time he genuinely smiled at me. It caused another flutter in my stomach, taking me completely by surprise and causing a crimson flush to roll over my cheeks.

"You know, you look stunning Lucy." He said as he turned his body slightly to face me, placing his hand on my thigh and caressing my inner thigh with his finger tips, not breaking eye contact. I became weak instantly and my breath hitched as heat started radiating between my legs.

"Ransom, what the hell is going on with you?" I managed to squeeze out through staggered breaths. He stared at me intently, licking his lower lip and began inching his face closer to mine.

Finding the courage to speak again, I looked down away from his gaze and muttered, "I don't think this is a good...." He interrupted me, placing his free hand on my jaw and lifting my face gently so I was looking at him once more, gazing into my eyes. He moved his face down slowly, pressing his lips on to mine, igniting a fire in the pit of my stomach as I pressed my thighs together trying to contain the heat coming out from between my legs. He pulled back slightly to look at me again, like he was waiting for my reaction, to see what I would do. A million things popped into my head consuming me and without thinking I pressed my lips against his once more. Allowing my brain to release and stamping out the noise.

The kiss quickly became more passionate, our lips parting for one another, allowing our tongues to explore each others mouths as his finger tips dug gently into my jawline. He started ascending the hand on my thigh slowly upwards, until his finger tips were brushing against the edge of my underwear. I moaned softly into his mouth, not breaking our kiss as the heat in my pussy built, my walls clenching around nothing. His other hand slid to the back of my neck, his fingers entwining in my hair, holding me firmly as he pulled me closer into his embrace.

He pulled away from me for a brief moment, leaning his forehead against mine, panting softly, "If at any point, you want me to stop. Just say and I will, I promise."

I nodded gently against his forehead, every part of my body craving more, another touch, another kiss.

"I need you to say it Lucy." He panted once more.

"I'll tell you to stop." I panted back at him quietly and he instantly began kissing me once more, biting at my lip and dancing with my tongue. I could feel a lump building in my throat, my insides throbbing in his presence, I was putty in his hands. He slowly slipped his fingers into my knickers, and trailed his fingers tips over me, gently teasing my folds. Feeling the need for him to be closer, I put my arms around his neck and gripped him tightly as I felt one of his fingers slip inside me. I stopped our kiss to let outa moan, arching my neck backwards. He didn't miss a beat and began trailing kisses up and down my neck as he slipped an extra digit inside me, thrusting his fingers in and out slowly as my wetness built around him. I could feel an orgasm building inside me, my cunt clenching around his fingers.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door and my dad was heard shouting," Lucy, can I come in?" interrupting us. Panic quickly set in, taking away the pleasure that was building in me seconds before.

Ransom quickly removed himself from inside me and jumped up, heading straight into the bathroom to hide. Leaving me panting on the bed, trying to compose myself, gulping as I attempted to speak.

"Yeah, dad what's up?" I replied as normally as I could, concealing my breathlessness. He stepped just inside the door frame, the bathroom out of his line of sight, he had changed into a grey suit and looked freshly trimmed.

"Wow, you look beautiful." He said with a smile as he caught sight of me. I smiled back lightly but I struggled to form words as I carried on trying to quietly and unnoticeable catch my breath.

"Anyway, I was just wondering what time Frank is coming?" He continued. Shit. Frank. What the hell was I thinking?

"Erm around seven I think." I responded scratching my forehead.

"Okay great, also have you seen Ransom? His cars out the front but I haven't seen him yet." He queried. Quick Lucy, act normal. What would my normal cocky self say.

"No, luckily I haven't." I said sarcastically. He shot me one of his half smiles, like he wanted to laugh but knew he shouldn't.

"Alright, why don't you accompany your old man downstairs then and we can get ready to greet the guests." He asked turning to the door and holding out an arm.

"Yeah sure dad." I said, quickly shooting a look into the bathroom at Ransom who was smiling at me menacingly, adjusting his trousers to hide a bulge that had formed. Grabbing Dads arm I quickly pulled him out of my room and downstairs.

He stopped as we reached the ground floor and looked at me worryingly, "Are you okay, Luce? You seem a bit flushed."

"Yeah, I'm fine Dad." I answered quickly, "Just been a long day."

"Where's Charlie anyway? I haven't seen him for a long time." I queried, trying to take the attention off of me.

"He's having some trouble with his wife, so he's not coming." Dad shrugged looking a little concerned for his friend. Before I could respond, we heard footsteps coming down the stairs behind us.

"Ransom!" Dad exclaimed, "I was looking for you."

"Happy birthday Uncle Nigel." Ransom said reaching out his hand to Dad for a hand shake, as Dad swiftly pulled him closer for a hug. "I was just in the guest room, sorting my stuff out." I shot him a confused look and then looked back at dad and snapped, flustered at the revelation.

"Is he staying here?"

"Relax Lucy Loo." Ransom said laughing, "It's just one night so I don't have to drive home drunk. I'm sure we can be civil long enough." Dad laughed as Ransom turned towards the kitchen.

"Come on Nigel, let's have a drink together before it gets crazy." He was talking about the party, I'm sure, but he was looking directly at me, making me feel uneasy. As they both left, Ransom quickly cast his gaze back to me, flashing a flirty wink before disappearing into the kitchen with Dad, leaving me stood in the hallway alone. What the hell was I doing? I knew one thing for certain. It would be a long night.

[mickimoo1409]

The Marriage Game

Part 5 - Craving

Pairing - Lloyd Hansen x Reader (Limited use of Y/N) Featuring Nick Fowler and Hero Fiennes

Summary - It's time for Y/N to begrudgingly find a husband, but when she meets Lloyd Hansen, she finds something else instead.

Word Count - 1860

Warnings - 18+ Only, adult themes throughout. Enter at your own risk. 

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I took a deep breath as I approached the door to my bedroom. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, I had to get focused, I was running out of time, but I also couldn't get Lloyd out of my head. I needed more of him, it was like my body was craving something only he could give me.

I pushed the door open, making sure to get inside quickly and lock the door behind me before my eyes set upon him, sat stark naked on my vanity table stool, looking through my various pieces of jewellery scattered on top of the desktop.

A lump caught in my throat at the sight of his muscular shoulders and back, his beautiful ass firmly pressed into the stool cushion.

"What are you doing?" I queried, doing my best to swallow the lump and pull myself together.

He placed the piece of jewellery in his hand back down and lifted his head to peer over at me, casting his gaze over my body with that devious smirk on his face.

"You have a lot of jewellery for someone who seems to hate royalty so much." He quipped, raising from the stool.

"I'm not royal." I snapped, taken aback by his comment.

"Calm down Princess, I'm just teasing." He smirked as he approached me, his cock dangling between his legs in all its glory.

"Well don't." I snapped once more, a tiny bit gentler this time as he appeared in front of me with that stupid cocky grin.

He reached out and gently guided his finger tips along the length of my arms, causing them to pimple under his touch. "You seem tense." He said softly.

"Yeah...I'm...don't worry about it." I muttered before pulling away from him and peeling my dress over my head. I threw it to the floor along with my shoes. The last thing I wanted was to talk about all of the shit going on in my head, I needed to get laid and I needed it now. 

"You wanna talk about it?" Lloyd asked whilst tilting his head to the side.

"No talking. Just fuck me." I demanded and I pushed myself into him, connecting our naked bodies and working my lips against his in a hurry.

He didn't take any convincing, welcoming me with his mouth as he began working his tongue against my own, his arms wrapping around my waist tightly. His finger tips dug ever so slightly into my skin as we stole the air from one another.

My hands worked their way slowly up his chest, snaking around his neck until I gripped firmly at his hair, causing a low growl from his throat. The heat in my core was rising with each ragged breath.

Lloyds grip on me tightened as the room began moving and I found myself being guided across the space.

All of a sudden, Lloyd finally broke free from the intense kiss, leaving me panting as he gazed down at me, his eyes darker and filled with lust.

"You're so fucking perfect princess." He groaned.

He strong hands gripped onto my hips and spun me around in an instant, before pushing down on my back firmly so I was bent over the end of my bed. I propped myself up on my elbows, the anticipation building around us.

A soft hand gently grazed over my right cheek, tenderly massaging over the precipice before being joined by a second hand on my left cheek, gaining it the same treatment.

I hummed softly, dipping my head down onto the soft bedding.

I felt my cheeks being slowly spread apart before hot breath grazed over my skin and I became wet at the proximity.

"Mmm. Look at you." Lloyd growled into my cunt.

A soft wet muscle connected to my pussy, lapping up my obvious arousal in one long lick.

"So fucking good princess." Lloyd moaned, before reconnecting his tongue and beginning to lick and suck at my pussy at an unexpected speed, like I was his final meal and he a starved man. His hands were firmly gripping my ass as his tongue worked it's way in and out of my core, his nose brushing close to my other puckered hole.

I was a wreck beneath him, panting and moaning as each lick and suck tightened the coil within me, getting closer and closer to the tipping point.

Suddenly Lloyd released one of my cheeks and without any notice his hand reconnected harshly with a loud 'slap'. That was it, I was ruined. My coil snapped abruptly and I screamed into my mattress, my pussy throbbing vigorously as he kept lapping up everything I was giving him.

After a few minutes I felt the heat from his mouth leave my dripping hole and I took the opportunity to catch my breath.

"Fuck, look at you." Lloyd growled. "So fucking pretty."

His hands slid to my hips, fingertips digging gently into my skin as he pulled me closer until I felt his tip against my folds and I let out a loud moan.

I heard Lloyd chuckle before slowly dipping his tip into my folds and quickly removing it again. He did this over and over, teasing me with his cock as he refused to give me what I needed.

"Please Lloyd." I begged after I couldn't take it anymore.

"Whats the matter princess?" Lloyd asked in a mocking tone.

"Please, I need it, please." I begged once more, clutching down onto the sheets.

"What do you need Princess." He teased, "Is it this?" He thrust his full length inside me at force, causing me to arch my back and scream in pleasure as my pussy was finally filled.

As quick as it entered, it was taken away once more and I groaned in frustration.

"Lloyd!" I pleaded, feeling his tip tease over my clit and folds.

A hand slid up my back until it reached my hair, twisting it around his fist before pulling it tightly, forcing my head up and another moan to slip from my lips.

"You're so pretty when you beg princess." He teased once more.

"Please Lloyd." I begged softly, tears pooling in my eyes as my desperation took over, "I need you, please."

Finally his cock was thrust deep inside me once more and I braced for the emptiness to follow, but it didn't. Instead Lloyd began furiously pumping his dick in and out of my cunt, his hips snapping as his bottomed out with each thrust and hitting that sweet spot deep within me that forced another orgasm to build at speed.

One hand gripped onto my hip firmly while the other kept tugging my hair, my head remaining upright as his assault continued.

My eyes began rolling with each hard hit to my cervix, my vision blurring from the intense pleasure.

"I can't get enough of this pussy." He grunted, "Want it all for me."

"Fuck Lloyd." I cried as my orgasm began to summit.

The sound of skin slapping and ragged breaths was all that could be heard as he continued pounding into me until I finally snapped and came undone, screaming, moaning, crying as my cunt clamped down around him and stars danced in my vision.

I felt my head release and I dropped it down onto the mattress as he gripped onto both hips tightly, thrusting harder than before, chasing his own release until he finally grunted and juddered within me, coating my walls in his warm seed.

We stayed like that for a while, just panting, our bodies still connected as we came down from the highs.

When we were ready to pull apart from eachother, Lloyd crawled up onto the bed, pulling me into him so my head was resting on his chest as he gently stroked my arm and back.

"Do you wanna tell me what's eating at you now?" Lloyd asked, surprising me.

"It doesn't matter, I don't want to bore you with my sob stories." I said, a hint of sadness in my voice, "You don't have to stay you know, this is just sex, we both know that."

I'm not sure if I could convince myself what I said was true, this was just sex, so why did I feel so comfortable lying in his arms.

"Shut up and tell me." Lloyd replied abruptly.

"Urgh fine." I groaned, lifting my fingers to trace shapes on his stomach.

"My idiot father, he....I have to find a husband...by Monday or I have to marry Hero." I muttered angrily.

"Who's Hero?" He questioned.

"The guy you punched." I said with a smirk.

"That asshole?"

"Yep." I sighed, "I shouldn't be here with you I'm wasting time."

"But you can't get enough of my dick." He said smugly.

"Oh my god." I said, slapping his stomach as I rolled my eyes.

"Hey, it's a good dick, what can I say." He teased.

I turned my head to look up at him, his gorgeous blue eyes meeting my gaze.

"You're a bit of an asshole you know." I laughed.

"Never heard that before." He smirked sarcastically.

I laid my head back down, taking a few minutes to stay like that, at peace, satisfied, before the inevitable stress of the weekend had to continue.

"You don't have to marry anyone." Lloyd said sternly, breaking the silence, "Fuck your dad, he can't force you."

"He can and he will." I sighed.

"Well, I'm not sharing that pussy with anyone." He continued.

"Oh shut up. You'll forget I exist by tonight." I jabbed playfully.

"Not a chance, you'll be begging for me to come to your room again." He teased.

"You're so cocky. It's annoying." I teased back.

"You love my cock." He teased, flexing his now half hard cock in front of my eyes so it danced before me. I don't know what came over me, but it annoyed me, I didn't want to talk about Hero and my life but he made me and now it felt like he was just mocking me.

"Oh my god." I groaned, rolling off of him and stepping onto the floor.

"Lloyd." I said sternly, "I need to get back down there. This may all be a joke to you but my life is fucked up beyond belief and it's serious."

He sat up on the bed, casting his gaze over me at my sudden outburst.

"Fine." He said harshly as he slid off the bed and began pulling his clothes on. "Go play pretend with some prince charming, we both know it's not what you want."

"You don't know me Lloyd." I spat.

"No?" He questioned angrily, "We'll see about that when you've had enough of those pricks downstairs and decide you want someone to make you feel good again."

"Just get the fuck out." I spat.

He stormed towards the door, stopping as he became flush with my body, his eyes dark and possessive as he spoke.

"That pussy is mine now, whether you like it or not." He grunted and with that he stormed through the doorway, leaving me alone.

[mickimoo1409]

His Possession 

Chapter 3 - Life Goes On

Pairing - Ransome Drysdale x Our Character (Lucy)

Throughout this story we journey through some difficult topics including suicidal thoughts, suicide, abuse, obsession and violence as these two characters lose themselves in each other. If you want romance and a happy fairy-tale ending, this is not the story for you. If you want an intense and at times toxic love story, filled with an abundance of sex, then get comfy, grab a cup of tea and lose yourself in Lucy and Ransom's story.

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The main family of characters are based around the Thrombeys from "Knives Out" however instead of Walt and his family, we have Lucy and her dad. Also Meg has a twin. 

Word Count - 3841

Full Series Masterlist Here

Warnings - 18+ Only, adult themes throughout. Enter at your own risk. 

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A loud buzzing filled the room, vibrating through the wooden bedside table loudly. I tried to move but it felt like daggers were being pushed into the side of my head and I stayed planted firmly under the pillow surrounded by darkness as my eyes stayed immovably shut. Why did I keep doing this to myself, knowing this would be the outcome from drinking? A sigh of relief escaped my lips as the buzzing finally subsided. My eyes began to feel heavy again and my mind began to slip away as I was drifting back to sleep. Without any warning the buzzing started again, almost louder than before, forcing me to pay attention to it.

"Fuck!" I groaned slowly, stringing the word out by an extra syllable. Without lifting my head from under the pillow, I managed to grasp at the phone with one hand and pull it to my ear under my daylight barrier, answering it as I did.

"Hello." I mumbled crankily.

"Hey babe, how was last night?" Said a soft, affectionate voice. Fuck, it was Frank. My mind quickly raced over the events from last night. Ransom arriving, the incident outside, none of which I was comfortable telling Frank. I wasn't even sure what the hell actually happened, it all felt so surreal.

"Umm it was....uneventful and my head hurts." I finally replied, allowing a small pause as I carefully selected the right word to avoid having to go into any details.

"Jeez Luce, how much did you have to drink?" He replied with an irritated tone.

"Too fucking much." I grumbled, bringing my free hand under the pillow to rub my eyes as I attempted to prize them apart. "What time is it?"

He paused briefly before responding sarcastically, "I don't think you want to know."

"It's okay, you can tell me. I can take it." I begged, straining my voice as I spoke.

"Alright you asked for it. It's 4.30." He said sucking in through his teeth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Urrrgghhhh." Screaming into my mattress couldn't make me time travel, but it certainly helped me feel better.

"There goes my weekend." I groaned. Well now I really felt like shit. Frank tried to make me feel better but the optimism just wasn't doing it for me today.

"It's not all bad babe, you had a good time. Get up, have a shower, go for a run or something and you'll feel better." He encouraged. As if going for a run has ever helped with a hangover. But I couldn't be bothered arguing about it, so I lied.

"Yeah, you're right, I'll get on that right away. Speak to you later." I hung up after hearing him say goodbye and slammed my phone back on the side, keeping my head exactly where it belonged, under my pillow. The memories from last night crept back into my mind as I lay in my fortress. Why was Ransom looking at me like that? What the fuck was that about on the porch? Why the fuck did I enjoy him putting his hands on me? Over the years I had learnt that there was no way to ever understand what was going on in Ransom's stupid head. It was probably some ridiculous game to try and piss me off. Putting it behind me and forgetting it happened seemed like the best option for now at least. Sleeping my hangover away seemed like an even better one. The reality was though, if I slept now, I would be up in the middle of the night. That's not what I needed when I have to work tomorrow. So against my better judgement I rolled off the bed, grabbed my phone, threw a dressing gown over my dress that I hadn't managed to take off last night and crawled downstairs and into the kitchen.

When I entered, Dad was sat on his arm chair in the kitchen with a coffee in hand, looking over some paperwork of some sort.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." He said sarcastically, raising his head from his papers to smirk at me. I gave him my best grumpy glare before sitting on one of the stools and burying my face in my hands as I planted my elbows firmly on the breakfast bar.

"I think I'm dead. You don't need me any more, right?" I mumbled into my palms. The sounds of the peaceful kitchen were replaced with the sounds of someone rummaging around in the cupboards and clanking cups around loudly. I groaned as every clatter pushed the sharp daggers further into my already throbbing skull. Lifting my head to see why I was being tortured, Dad appeared at the side of me, placing a box of paracetamol, a glass of water and a coffee in front of me.

"You're such a drama queen." He said as he gave me a quick kiss on the head, before sitting back in his chair.

"Fuck you, Nigel." I replied smirking. He shook his head laughing.

"Thank you dad, I love you." I quickly added flashing him my cheesiest grin.

The pain killers were first into my mouth, followed quickly by the water, swallowing the hard pills in one gulp. I then slowly started to browse through my social media feeds on my phone whilst sipping my coffee. Meg and Olivia had uploaded some photos to their own pages that they had taken last night. There were some really cute ones, a few of them together looking absolutely stunning, a few of me and them pulling silly drunken poses and loads of grandad smiling and laughing. It warmed my heart, I couldn't believe how lucky I was that this family chose me. After a few minutes of scrolling, a text popped up on my screen from a number I didn't recognise. Upon opening, it read;

'4.50PM - It was great seeing you last night. Hope we can spend some more time together soon. R x'

"What in the actual fuck." I spat at the screen as my hand involuntarily clenched around my phone.

Dad looked up concerned and asked, "Everything okay Luce?" Shit. I hadn't meant to say that out loud but it only took a second for me to work out who it was. Ransom and his fucking games.

"Yeah fine Dad, it's nothing." I quickly shrugged. He didn't look like he believed me but he was always good at not pressing me for information. Well, if Ransom's aim was to confuse me more, then he did the job perfectly. I wasn't going to reply. I refused to get sucked into whatever mind games he was playing, instead I drank my coffee and then tried to make the most of my evening.

Dad and I went for a walk around the grounds, enjoying the cool air as we strolled around the garden before sitting by the pond, watching the shimmering gold and white Koi fish race around in the water. We ate our evening meal together and afterwards I spent a couple of hours sorting out my clothes ready for the work week. By the time I had finished selecting and ironing each outfit, it was 10pm. After slipping into some white, silk pyjamas, my head hit the pillow and I was out.

Work went pretty much as expected the next day. My work duties were pretty simple; answering phones, scheduling appointments, checking visitors in and out of the building and pretty much whatever else anyone needed. I was enjoying the role I was in for now and I was damn well good at it too. I had another job in this building previously, before I got this one. I started off as a cleaner, which was a lot of hard manual labour but enjoyable all the same. I felt a sense of achievement every day, that I had worked hard for this job and not had anything handed to me. I grafted as a cleaner, working 6 day weeks and long hours. Then the secretary job came up so I went for it, I was very adamant Dad wasn't permitted in the interview and that they should say no if I wasn't a suitable candidate. Luckily for me they thought I was, from then on I've been in that position. Working 5days a week and on a healthy, steady wage, finishing at 3pm each day when another girl would take over from me. I'd been in the position for around 11 months, but was reluctant to push myself any further until I figured out what I actually wanted to do.

On Monday I had spent the day at work. Dad had a few meetings that day so I was incredibly busy running back and forth between my desk and the meeting room, making sure he had everything he needed and escorting his clients. At lunch I returned to my desk to find a polystyrene container with the word, 'EAT', scribbled across it in capital letters. Dad always did this on busy days, knowing all too well that I would neglect to actually sit and stop for a lunch break.

After work I proceeded to walk around the town, browsing the shops to find gifts for dad's birthday. I stopped at a boutique clothing store and found a really stunning tie with a paisley pattern, dad would love it. Then it was onto the electronics store to get him some new wireless headphones. His had been worn out and broken for a while. After that it was just a case of getting a few little gifts here and there, after shave, chocolates, a birthday cigar and a few other small items. Frank and I video called for a few hours in the evening, the conversation eventually turning to Grandads party and he was filled in on most of the nights events. There were a few bits I left out obviously, but he got the idea that Ransom and I didn't get along and promised to hold my hand on Saturday if anything kicked off again.

On Tuesday work ran without a hitch, a much calmer day in comparison to the previous one. After work, I went out for a meal with Olivia and Meg. We went to a little pub they found close to the park on the edge of the town, it was next to a river which had a small but magnificent waterfall. I loved the sound of the water crashing onto the rocks, it made me feel peaceful watching the beautiful sprays of water that delicately bounced off of the hard, jagged rocks. The perfect combination of calm and danger. In the distance people were walking across the bridge that spanned the length of the cascade, taking photos, laughing and talking. It was truly beautiful.

Over the course of dinner, the twins questioned me more about Frank. We hadn't been out together just the three of us, since before me and Frank met so they were understandably curious to hear all the little details. Olivia spent the majority of the remainder of the evening talking to the barman, whilst Meg and I acted as family should and did our best to embarrass her at every opportunity, catching a stern glare from her with each gentle tease. It didn't deter them in the slightest and she ended up leaving with a smile and his phone number.

Wednesday arrived and brought with it, it's own complications. A few mix ups at work meant I had to stay 3 hours late to clear up the mess I'd helped create. Stupid filing system. I ended up slumping through the front door of the house at around 7pm, looking worse for wear and sporting a very foul mood. That night, as I lay in bed attempting to sleep, I got another stray text message.

This one just said '9.35PM - Thinking of you. R x'

I was beginning to wonder if maybe he had the wrong number, it certainly wasn't the tone we normally used with each other. He probably meant to send it to one of the uni girls that fawned over him. Perhaps it wasn't even him at all and it was a completely wrong number, completely coincidental that the name began with R. At least that's what I kept telling myself, these reasons seemed more logical than any other.

On Thursday I overslept, probably because of the stress from the day before. Not that it was an excuse. I arrived at work 45 minutes late and spent a full day apologising to everyone because I felt so bad about it. Stupid alarm clock. In the evening I was feeling energetic so I went for a run. Better late than never, sorry Frank. I ran from the house down by the stream and followed the trickling water for miles, until it eventually turned into the river that ran through the town. It started raining as I was 2.5 miles in to my run, forcing me to turn back on myself and head home. By the time I got back I was a sodden wet mess and had to jump straight into a scolding shower to bring my body temperature back up. Stupid rain. Frank and I had a brief phone call, he said he would be home the following day and we had arranged to go out for dinner after work.

Friday finally came after what felt like an eternity. My date with Frank was after work and so I dressed accordingly for both occasions, knowing I had no plans to come back home and would instead wait in the town until it was time. I donned a black, knee length, pencil skirt with a white, cropped, silk vest that showed the smallest amount of skin and cleavage, finished off with a pair of shiny, black heels. Dads party was due to be held the following night and I was overcome with excitement making the work day drag a little. Parties at the manor were just incredible. Music, food, good company, drinks. Although maybe not quite as much alcohol this time. After work on Friday eventually ended, I decided to treat myself. I deserved it right? The mission had been set, one new outfit was to be purchased ready for Dad's party.

I scoured the local shops for a couple of hours, dipping in and out and trying on a few dresses that caught my eye, but each would only end in disappointment as I observed myself in the fitting room mirrors, completely unsatisfied. The mission was a complete failure and I was about to accept defeat when I strolled past a small boutique and spotted a dress in a shop window. It was white with a hint of a red floral pattern on it, the back was open and the shop display paired it with a stunning slim red cord choker with a metal rose on it. I had to have both. Feeling pretty pleased with my purchases and relaxed knowing the weekend was finally here, I grabbed a takeaway coffee and perched on a bench in the centre of the town to wait for Frank to arrive.

The town was beautiful at sunset, the shops were all set in old stone buildings. The main streets were cobbled and lined with trees and flowers all being illuminated in an orangey glow from the fading light. The noises of the day were starting to fade away and be replaced by the noises of nightlife. People were sitting outside bars, drinking and laughing. A man in the distance was singing to himself as he stumbled off into the sunset.

After a few minutes of waiting and admiring the idealistic setting, Frank appeared from around a corner, wearing loose, black, denim jeans and a green and white, checked shirt. He had a slim build, but wasn't particularly muscular. He did however, have an adorable smile, which he wore proudly as he approached me and immediately pulled me in for an embrace.

"Hey beautiful." He murmured, as he released me, leaving his hands placed on my hips and bent down to give me a soft peck on the lips.

"Hi." I responded with a smile, unsure of what else to say after the public display of affection. We walked together towards the selected restaurant, arm in arm, catching up on Frank's business trip. Being the true gentleman that he was, when we entered the restaurant he pulled out my chair for me and slipped off my coat. The restaurant was brightly lit and beautifully decorated, with glass tables and elegant, high backed, black chairs. After placing our drink and food orders, the conversation turned to dads birthday.

"I found this little shop while I was away, run by a couple who made their own whisky. I bought your dad a bottle." He proceeded to show me a picture on his phone whilst he continued, wearing a proud smile." Hopefully it tastes as good as it looks."

"I'm sure he'll love it either way." I responded. He was so thoughtful and kind, always thinking about others, it made me feel worse about not feeling the spark between us, but I was determined to keep trying as our connection was strong in so many other ways.

"Is there a dress code for tomorrow?" He asked but I was deep in my thoughts, worrying about the party, Frank, Ransom, everything.

"Earth to Lucy" He laughed, waving his hand in front of my face.

"Sorry." I replied as I snapped back to reality, "I'm just all over the place right now."

"Are you worried about the party tomorrow? About your cousin being there?" He questioned, as two plates of fillet steak and two large glasses of red wine were delivered to our table. He was always so perceptive, if only he knew the extent of my stress with it all.

"Yeah a little bit." I sighed, burying my face in my hands.

"Why do you both hate each other so much?" He asked as he reached over to pull my hand away from my face and continued to hold it gently on top of the table. I let out a huge sigh, looking at him intently and chewing my lip before responding.

"Honestly, he's just always been a dick. He treats everyone like they are beneath him. He's awful to the family half the time, yet they just let him get away with it and don't even get me started on him rinsing his mum and dad for every penny. They paid for his house, his car, all his travelling and partying and he still treats them like crap half the time. I just....urggghhhh..." I groaned loudly, causing Frank to burst out laughing and within seconds I was laughing too.

"Sorry, but you asked." I sputtered out through the laughter, lifting my glass to take a large swig before starting to tuck in to the succulent looking steak in front of me.

"Yep, my bad." He replied with a small chuckle. We spent the rest of the meal laughing and talking, thankfully not about family any more. When we had finished, Frank attempted to pay the bill but I quickly threw my debit card at the waiter before he had a chance.

"God you are frustrating." He groaned at me. I stuck my tongue out in response and giggled at the exchange. The stereotype of a man having to pay for dinner always frustrated me, not just because of the blatant sexism, but because I didn't particularly enjoy letting other people spend their money on me. It was a trait that I definitely picked up from Grandad and Dad over the years.

Frank had parked his car around the corner and insisted on giving me a lift home, which I gratefully accepted, having gotten a lift with Dad that morning and having no car with me. The house was only around a 10minute drive out of town so before we even had a chance to get comfortable in the car, we had already arrived. I hadn't even had time to undo my seatbelt before Frank was already at my car door, opening it for me and then offering me his arm and walking me to the door. He turned to face me as we approached the large oak door and rubbed his hands up and down my arms gently.

"Are you sure I can't tempt you back to mine?" He said with a devilish smile.

I chuckled, shaking my head slightly as my cheeks flushed from the suggestion, "Not tonight, I need to help Dad in the morning." I brought my gaze back to him as he smiled and bent down, gently pressing his lips against mine before pulling away and placing his forehead on mine.

"Okay." He sighed, "Goodnight beautiful."

"Goodnight, see you tomorrow." I replied and I turned on my heel and walked into the house, closing the door firmly behind me.

"Luce, is that you?" shouted Dad from the direction of living room. Upon entering I saw he was sat in his tartan pyjamas, watching TV on the large, brown leather, corner sofa. It was one of the smaller rooms in the house, only fitting the furniture and a small coffee table. The TV was hooked onto the wall, angled down towards the sofa below. We didn't spend much time in there, so the size was perfect.

"Hey Dad." I exhaled as I stood under the wooden door frame, clutching my shopping bags.

"Good night kiddo?" He asked, ripping his gaze from the television to look over at me.

"Yeah it was nice." I replied, smiling lightly.

"Just nice?" Dad asked raising an eyebrow. "You know when me and your mother were your age we couldn't keep our hands off each other for more than a few minutes. She definitely wouldn't have described our dates as 'nice'." He even did the stupid air quotes with his hands.

"Wow, Dad, just wow. And now I have to go to sleep with that image in my head. Just great." I said dramatically throwing my arms in the air and heading for the stairs.

 "Night sweetheart." He shouted after me, chuckling away. After entering my room and slipping into my pyjamas, my bed beckoned me. As I was lay there I started to wonder when I would have to stop making excuses to go back to Frank's. It's not like I'd never had sex before, I was a grown woman for Christ sake and he was really sweet, so why couldn't I just go back with him and screw him. Maybe that's all I needed to do, to allow myself to open up to him completely, to feel the heat and spark. Perhaps the reason that Ransom's touch had such an effect on me was because it had been a while since my needs were satiated. I lay overthinking, playing scenarios over in my head, until my brain eventually gave in and I fell into a deep sleep.

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Made this for a bit of fun 🖤🖤

Your birth month is your new husband!

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