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Sweetest Thing - 1

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Female!Reader

Words: 4.5+k

Summary: When reader decides to start over, she moves to a new town hoping that she can make in the world on her own.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, nothing too bad, more world building than anything

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

Just the thought of starting your new life was all the reason you needed to finally open your eyes. The sight of your room fills you with joy—you’d decorated it yourself, and spared no expense. The walls are painted a baby-soft pink, offset by the butter-soft white sheets that adorn your bed. Soft, sheer curtains blocked the rising sun on the other side of the wide window, beneath which was a plush window seat. You already made up your mind that this area would be for when you wanted to look out and take in the world without having to leave your home. Two small side tables accompanied each side of the bed, holding a small vase housing a plant that you are currently trying your very best not to kill.

When buying that particular plant, you knew that it would probably not last long. But you were determined to live on your own and take on the responsibilities of a proper homeowner. The warmth of your bed enveloped you like the bear hugs that your daddy used to give you. The feeling was so good that you decided that maybe thirty more minutes of sleep wouldn’t hurt.

… Or that was the intention.

The next time that you blinked your eyes open, the sun had finally shown its beautiful face through your curtains, and the faint noises of cars passing by indicated that everyone on your street was up. You sit up, rubbing the remnants of your satisfying sleep from your eyes, and raising your arms to stretch. The comfortable silence that you were striving for was here and you smiled at the realization.

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed to slip your feet into the softness of your bedroom slippers, an item that you couldn’t leave without. Everything from your old life was dead and gone… except for those slippers. They were the last things that you received from your grandmother before her untimely passing. She was the only person, besides your dad, who really and truly wanted the best for you.

Victoria de Montfort was a name to be reckoned with in the world of fashion. She made such a name for herself that you suspect the generations following you will still be called fashion royalty. She was a powerhouse, her attention to detail in every stitch. She poured herself into each piece—that was something she’d taught you, too.

“Nothing means anything without love.”

After doing your morning hygiene routine of brushing your teeth, skincare, and a shower, you go downstairs and head straight for the kitchen. With you waking up so late, your stomach was saying some not-so-nice things to you and you needed food immediately. Another lesson that your grandmother taught you was to always keep a clean kitchen. No matter if you didn’t need to clean while you were still under your parents’ roof.

You lived a very wealthy life before this, and you know that naturally, anyone would wonder why you gave it all up. If anyone would outright ask you, they would think that they were part of a soap opera with all the drama that you had to endure. It took all the strength that you could muster to leave the comfortable life you’d known. But you weren’t happy—your mother, Nora, made sure of it. To her, you were just another link in the chain of the De Monfort family, and she’d groomed you to be the perfect heiress.

In a sick way, you had to thank her for being the evil woman that she was. If she hadn’t pushed so hard, you never would have decided to start your new life. With the constant bullying you’d endured from both your mother and brother, Caden, you had enough stories for your future therapist to write volumes. If they hadn’t pushed you away, you'd never have found yourself here— in Camden, Maine, living the life you’d thought you’d never have.

You step onto the tiled floor of your kitchen, standing there for a moment to take in the area as a whole. A wide kitchen island sits in the center of the room, and the counters are littered with your growing collection of silver appliances. The surfaces on the stove and counters gleamed beautifully in the sun, innocent of the future stains of your failed attempts to learn to cook and bake. Something that you couldn’t do because the De Montfort’s never lifted a finger.

Luckily for you, Grandma Victoria showed you a few recipes that stuck with you, ones that she would make for you when no one was looking. On mornings when it was just you and her, she would make the most sinful thing — a heaping stack of chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, and a hot side of bacon. That was one secret that you were more than happy to keep from your own family.

The kitchen smelled just as it did when you were a little girl. The sweetness of the chocolate chips mixed with the syrupy sweet concoction of the maple bacon had your mouth salivating the entire time that they sizzled in the pan. You sit down at the table, setting it beforehand with your utensils and orange juice. You happily sit down with your plate in both hands, setting it on the table and saying a quick thanks before digging in.

Cutting into the pancakes is like a breath of fresh air, and you groaned with satisfaction when the familiar sweet taste touched your tongue. The mixture of flavors sent you back to your grandmother’s quaint kitchen table.

Whenever she had some time to herself, she would take impromptu “vacations” and would go off the grid, no one hearing a word from her.

But not you…

One vacation in particular was a week-long trip to Aspen. It called for heavy clothes at all times. The snow sparkled in your innocent eyes, nose moist as you tried to withstand the cold. You marveled at the pillows of soft ice on the ground, wanting to be one with it.

And so you were…

Without hesitation, you pulled off your bubble coat, tossing it on the ground as you fell back, feeling the instant coldness on your skin. You sigh in contentment, letting your joy fill you with warmth against the coolness. Bursts of laughter erupt from your lips, not paying attention to someone else watching you.

Victoria watched on, startled at first to see you doing something so ridiculous. But she warmed at the pure joy radiating from you and she could swear she saw her younger self lying in the same spot as you.

Her soft chuckle rouses you from your world, snapping up to see your grandmother with the most loving smile on her face. You tilt your head a bit, sure that you were in trouble but her face said something different, “You okay, Grammie?” You say in a confused tone.

She chuckles again, shaking her head, “More than, sweet bee, it’s like I’m looking at my younger self….”

As you enjoyed the most perfect breakfast, you couldn’t help but think of your grandmother and how proud she would be of you. To know that you got out and dared to start your path was something that you always wanted to do. Sure being wealthy had it’s perks but was that living?

One thing is for sure, you were going to find out and seek out a life that you could be proud of. As you begin to get lost in your thoughts, you hear a familiar sound coming from the kitchen island that held your phone. The ringtone only belonged to your one and only best friend, Thea. Your body moved before your feet could, rushing over to snatch your phone off the counter and answering quickly.

“Hello?” You answered, almost out of breath.

“It hasn’t been two days and you’re already whoring,” she says amused. You roll your eyes at her, eliciting that laugh that you missed so much.

“Yeah, yeah laugh it up. I haven’t even been out of this house yet to touch anything or anyone,” snickering as you looked at your friend who had a gleam in her eye, “What is it?” You ask, pulling a stool from the island and taking a seat.

A tremble formed on Thea’s lips and she continued to keep her eyes on you. You knew that she was getting emotional and before you could even say another word, she burst into tears. It didn’t take much for those salty drops of fluid to form in her eyes, Thea was just like that.

She was the most normal person in your life besides your grandmother. You two grew up together in the same circles. Although, her family were less… vapid than yours. Thea had been a breath of fresh air to your high-strung situation. You two were each other’s safe space and she was the only person that knew exactly where you were.

Everyone else knew that you were gone for some “you” time. That’s the story that your mother was pushing around since your untimely departure. You stare at the screen watching Thea’s eyes well with tears as she begins to talk super fast.

“It’sjusthtatyoudiditandi’msohappyforyou,” she says quickly, unable to form her words correctly as she bawled in front of you.

You were so used to her antics that you knew that you just had to let her go on with her spiel before you could get a word in.

“You’re doing it again! Slow down weirdo,” you chuckle as she lets out a watery laugh.

A smile forms on Thea’s lips as she grabs a nearby tissue to fix her face, “You know how I get. I’m proud of my friend! She finally got out of that castle with that evil dragon of a mother,” disgust on her tongue as she made a fake retching sound.

If anyone was a hater of Nora De Monfort, Thea would put them to shame. To say she loathed your mother was an understatement. If she met her untimely demise, Thea would plan an entire parade around your mother’s death.

And you can’t say that you wouldn’t be in attendance…

You and Thea talked on the phone for almost an hour. Catching up on the move, what you needed to do, and how her life was going. It was nice to know that she was slowly making a name for herself and getting comfortable with becoming a well-known socialite. The lights and fame were where Thea shined the most and she knew how to balance that life and still be her true self.

After you two caught up, you let her know that you had some errands to run and the first place on your list was to find a hardware store to add some more embellishments to your room. You were thinking of adding a small shelf above your bed to put some added Knick knacks, plants, or even pictures. It was whatever your heart desired and this was going to be your little project.

Pushing open the door of Everett Hardware Store, the ringing of the bell startled you a bit making you jump in alertness. A man with a weathered face, placed his eyes on you, freezing you in place. But it didn’t last for long as you were put at ease by the wide smile he gave you.

“Welcome to Everett Hardware! You don’t seem like you’re from around here and I should know,” he chuckles, never taking his eyes off you, “The name’s Jerry, little missy, what can I do for ya?”

“I’m looking for wood? I guess? I’m not sure…”

“Well, what do you need the wood for?”

“I’m trying to build a mantel to go over my bed. Something big enough that I can put some plants or little decor pieces,” you say with certainty. You were determined to do this for yourself.

Jerry furrows his brow in thought, a low sound coming from his throat, “Seems like a good maple wood would be good for that. You’ll go down to aisle 4 and if you want I can help pick out a nice maple for you.”

“That’d be great and can I ask another question, Jerry?”

“Shoot.”

“What would I need to do the mantel?”

Jerry’s eyebrows rose at that question, “A pretty lady like you? Doing her dirty work. Now I don’t think I can let that happen,” he says, folding his arms.

You stare at Jerry in confusion, “Hey! I can do it!”

“And I don’t doubt you can but, what you’re trying to do ain’t a one-person job. I tell you what, I know a guy that will have that mantel up in an hour… two if you’re trying to get fancy.”

“Well, I do have a little fancy about me,” you say, doing a slight curtsy that made Jerry erupt with laughter.

“Funny gal, We’ll get along just fine. Just as a new member in the community, we want to make sure our own is taken care of. You pay for the wood and I’ll have my guy come and get that fancy mantel of yours done in no time.”

“Oh no that wou-“ your words cut off before you could even finish them as you see Jerry put his hand up.

“Now I won’t hear another thing, little lady. Let’s get you something nice,” determination in his voice and he leads you to the aisle holding all sorts of wood.

He was just like your grandmother, stubborn and wouldn’t hear a thing from anyone who lent a helping hand too. That made you feel a little more at ease as you followed Jerry down the aisle, amazed at all the different types of wood and the sweet smell coming from the maple solidified the suggestion that Jerry made.

Your eyes landed on a thick piece, sturdy and looking heavy enough to hold just the right amount of things that you wanted to put on it. Taking a look at Jerry, you point up to the piece of wood high on the shelf, “I like that one. It speaks to me and that’s the only one I want,” you take a subtle gulp, not used to getting your way where it counted, you were ready for a rebuttal and you didn’t get one.

A gleam came into Jerry’s eyes as he did a deep chuckle, “You got a good eye, I’ll tell ya that! Would have been my pick too.”

The time at the hardware store was your first time paying for anything in your life. Usually, others did the shopping for you and it was refreshing to be able to pay for something that was all yours. You and Jerry found the right size of maple wood for the mantel and even bought some tools — just in case you were in the mood to fix other things in your house.

He helped you load everything in the car before mentioning someone by the name of Curtis would be stopping by to help with the mantel. You let out a sigh, shaking your head at him, “I swear I have it, Jerry. That’s too much.”

Jerry folds his arms, dead set on what he promised, “This ain’t up for discussion, little lady. Think of it as a welcome present from the town,” a small smile appearing on his lips, “It’s okay to get some help sometime. If you want, maybe Curtis will let ya help. Show you a few tips or two,” you could no longer decline the gesture.

“Okay… okay. I’ll let him come over. Under one condition…”

“I’m sure he can meet yer’ demands. What’s the condition?”

“He can’t say no.”

Jerry furrows his brow, unable to grasp what you just said, “He can’t say no… to what?”

“To anything. Not that I will ask him to do anything crazy. But that’s the rule,” you wanted to hide or disappear for making a rule. You didn’t know how this would play out but you were proud of yourself.

Jerry shrugged his shoulders, “Alright. I’ll let him know. Now if he’ll listen is the real challenge,” he chuckles, walking back to the store, pushing the door open, “Go easy on him will ya?”

“I’ll try my best,” your words caught in laughter as you waved goodbye and got back in your car. You take the scenic route back home, looking at all the places that Camden has to offer. Down the street from the hardware store was a cozy-looking coffee shop, small enough to fit enough people and you made a note to visit later. Maybe even tomorrow.

You take in the oranges, yellows, and golds for the leaves littering the streets, signaling the changing season. The noticeable change in temperature when you first got here was indicative that you may see some snow for the first time in ages. That puts a small smile on your face as you turn into the driveway, happy that you made it back home.

Home….home…

Something that you haven’t felt in a long time came back to you and all you could do was enjoy that moment for a while, lying your head back against the seat as you finally realize that you have a home of your own. Your place of peace.

Thunk

“Ouch..”

Thunk… THUNK!!

“OW!! Dammit!!” You screech out, dropping the hammer to the floor and you suck on your injured thumb. The stinging pain ran down the whole of your thumb, throbbing slowly as you tried to quell the discomfort. It was hour 2 of trying to put the mantel up and no YouTube tutorial in the world could help the obvious.

You were not a handy person…

Nor did you have enough manpower to get the job done. There was no way you would be able to hold a heavy piece of wood and drill it into the wall. At least that’s the excuse that you came up with. You got off the ladder, frustrated by the entire idea.

But one thing is for sure; you couldn’t be mad and hungry. You didn’t have the energy to attempt to cook anything so you decided that pizza or takeout would be the greatest choice. With a half-defeated spirit, you plop down on your couch and start to search for restaurants on your phone. There were a couple of pizza places that stood out as well as some Thai and Chinese places.

You were stuck on both but before you could make a choice, a ring at the bell startled you, making your head snap to the door. The figure on the outside covered the entire length of the door so you couldn’t get a good look at the person’s face. The bell rings again and you stay still, uncertain if you should answer or not.

“Maybe they’ll go away…” you thought to yourself, noticing some movement at your door before the person stood still again.

A ding coming from your phone fills the room and you jump, finding it behind you as you look to see what app went off or your weekly email from your dad that you don’t bother reading. Instead, you see a text message from an unfamiliar number reading.

It’s Curtis from the hardware store. Jerry told me to come over. Just wondering if you’re home.

“Shit!” You whispered loudly, running up to the door to swing it open. Curtis steps back, giving you a first look at him as you crane your neck up to look at him. He is… very tall with a clean buzz cut to match the neatly trimmed beard on his face. His plaid shirt spread over his expansive shoulders, a thin cotton shirt hugging the noticeable broad chest that could be a great pillow for someone.

Or you….

Nope! You couldn’t be thinking this way about a stranger, even if he looked like a warm hug and a piece of art. You have been staring at him for too long, the clearing of his throat snapped you back to reality and you finally could think, “Um, you’re Curtis? Jerry’s guy right?”

Curtis chuckled, adjusting his bag as he took a look at you, “Yeah I’m the guy. I help him out sometimes,” a smirk pulled on his lips as if he knew something you didn’t.

But it was no matter, you needed a mantel and you were going to let him do it, “So Curtis… Chinese or pizza?” You say as your stomach grumbles for something greasy, “Pick or I’m choosing both,” you look at him with a straight face, feeling small on the inside with him almost towering over you.

“I’m not opposed to both and I’ll even pay for it.”

“Nope. I pay. You fix. There’s a hammer that lost it’s life in there and I just can’t go back into that massacre. So, I’ll pay and feed you. That a deal?”

Curtis takes one long look at you, standing straight before shrugging his shoulders, “It’s not like I can say no, right? You are the boss, ma’am.”

A tiny shock sent through when he said those words, but you quelled it down before you were able to speak, “I like you already Curtis. I think we’ll be just fine,” you smile, moving out of his way so that he can come in.

A small smile pulls at the corners of his mouth before he walks past you, stopping to lean down, “ You had me at food, ma’am. I’ll never say no to eating,” he steps into your house as you follow behind, closing and locking up. Curtis takes a look around, making note of the familiarity of the house, “This is the old Hancock place. We didn’t think they would ever sell it,” the timbre of his voice trailing as he begins to look around the place.

You follow behind him, mimicking the path of his sight as you notice some things that need to be repainted or even redone. The mention of the previous owners intrigues you and you decide to ask, “Were they well known around here?”

“One of many. I live down the street so I was here many days playing with the other kids. Time goes by fast is all,” a small smile pulls at this lip as he turns to you, “By the looks of everything, I think this house is in good hands.”

His words warm you in a way that you’ve never felt before, causing a nervous chuckle to escape you before you could stifle it. You quickly recover, taking a deep breath as you try to change the subject, “Ready to see the bomb I let off in my room?” Smirking a bit as you begin to walk down the hallway.

Curtis follows along, snickering at you, “I’m sure it’s not that….” He takes a look at your room as he stands at the threshold, taking everything in. “What exactly did you try to do in here?” Genuine confusion on his face as he tries to make sense of all the scattered materials on your floor.

You stand in the middle of the room, looking around before looking at him, “I was trying to put my mantle up. I read all the instructions, looked at tutorials and nothing,” You knew that you should have waited but determination surperceded your memory. Which is why you were in the predicament you were in now. You look around, finally seeing the actually mess in your room, feeling your heart race and before you knew it… “You know what? Let me clean this up. Shit… I should have never… I’m so sorry let me get this cleaned up. I’ll be quick, I promise,” you say hurriedly as you begin to pick things up and put them back down, feeling the frustration arise as you try to grab anything on the floor in sight.

The sight before Curtis was like a tornado and he needed to stop it before you went into a full on panic attack. He steps over, placing his hands on your shoulders, looking down at you, “Woah, woah! Slow down there. It’s fine, I’ve seen worse okay?” He says softly, keeping you in place as you begin to calm down, breathing deeply, “There you go, keep breathing,” his instructions are all you can hear as the blood lowers from your ears slowly. You hadn’t felt that feeling in months and one mistake sent you into a frenzy.

You’re not there anymore…

You’re free…

You’re going to be okay…

You repeat that in your head over and over, listening to Curtis as you keep your breath steady until you no longer feel that familiar tightness in your chest. The room begins to come back into view the first thing you see is the cerulean orbs staring down at you. For a moment, you see just a speck of green in them and you decide to get lost for just a second.

The sound of your name brings you back to life as you hear it come from Curtis’s lips, sounding like a the sweetest thing you ever heard. He’s silent for a second, paying attention to beauty of your eyes, clearing his throat before he sees you fully alert, “You okay?”

You do a quick nod, taking another deep breath, “Yeah… yeah. I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t sweat it. We all get overwhelmed,” he says in a reassuring tone as she squeezes your shoulders lightly, “Relax. I’m here to fix and you have some food to order. M’ not picky either,” he smirks lightly as you let out a soft laugh.

“Who’s the boss here, you or me?”

Curtis takes a deep breath, letting out a quick chuckle, “You are and what happened to the food boss?”

“Oh right! What kind of boss am I?” You teased, pulling away from him and walking out of the room, “One round of sinful food coming up!” You shout, going out to grab your phone before sitting down. You take another breath, replaying the way Cursis said your name. It wasn’t said with vitriol or disgust.

But with care…

You wanted him to say again. Just like that… Just to give you something that you always craved….

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Little Elf

Pairing: Biker!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Words: 2.9k+

Summary: The reader wanted to spread some hoeliday cheer by giving a gift. But what comes with that gift is something that she’s wanted all along 

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, explicit content, smut, Anal (f receive), daddy kink, use of handcuffs, spanking, anal play, and aftercare.

A/N: It’s been forever since I’ve written anything and thanks to my sweet flower @maladaptivexxdaydreaming for gracing me with this wonderful request! My muse jumped at it like it owed it money! Anywho! I hope you all love it! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

Divider by @firefly-graphics

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

You thought it would be a good idea to show him an early Christmas present. Even thought it would be cute to visit him at the clubhouse in an elf costume to hand deliver the gift yourself. 

What you didn’t think about was the consequences of your actions. 

The consequences being you bent over his desk, legs spread wide as both your wrists laid between your thighs with the pretty gift wrapped around them. Your pretty little elf skirt was long gone and the anticipation of what your Steve was going to do had your cunt glistening in the well-lit office. 

“My pretty little elf, what am I going to do with you?” he hums, standing erect as can be as she scanned his handiwork of you on his desk. His growing bulge concealed behind his jeans as he watched your pretty pussy become wetter by the second. 

If only you could see the look in his eyes as he looked you over, your eyesight thoroughly concealed by his favorite bandanna. But, you’ve seen that look more than once before. 

Whenever you decided to try him, that menacing, daring look he gave was all you needed to plead for your life. Even though, they would always fall on deaf ears, causing you to have a sore ass and a wrecked pussy the day after. 

You try to wiggle your way out of the position, only to yelp at the sharp sting of his hand as it landed on your soft cheeks, accompanied by a disapproving sound spilling from his lips. 

“Ah ah little elf, you brought daddy a gift. A gift that I plan on using over and over again.” 

A whimper falls from your lips, causing him to chuckle as you hear his footsteps become more prominent with each step he took. The excitement and nervousness confused you but, your body heating up only had one mission. 

Be good for daddy… we broke a rule

That rule you ask? It was a fairly simple one and when Steve found out that it was broken… He was confused. 

Confused because you looked so goddamn cute and delectable in your Elf outfit and pissed that someone could get a glimpse of his pussy with how short your skirt was. Way above your knees and almost short enough for everyone to see his initials permanently on your skin. 

Steve Rogers could be the sweetest man on Earth… to you anyway. But even he had to let his princess know when and where to not fuck with him. 

What better way to find out than today?

If it was bratty holiday cheer you wanted to spread, he was going to make sure he returned the favor. With perfect strides, he steps in front of you, lifting your chin up with one single finger as she bent down to nip at the skin of your lips, causing you to whimper softly for him. 

“What rule did we break baby? Should be easy to answer since there was nothing under that pretty skirt of yours,” you could just see the smirk on his lips. You knew it just by the sarcastic tone in his voice. 

And you hated it…

With your chin captured between his fingers, you bit your bottom lip, feeling it tremble as you started to speak, “I didn’t wear panties…”

“And why didn’t you, pretty elf?”

You were nervous, that was apparent. Yet, there was something in you that still wanted to test him. To see just how far you could push him until he had you a crying and sore mess. 

With a simple shrug or a shrug that you could do with the position you were in, you give him the prettiest smile that you could give him and say, “I guess I forgot daddy. You know you have to help your dumb baby with these thi-,” his hand wrapping around throat cut off whatever else you needed to say. 

His grip was firm but gentle as he rested his forehead against yours, the scent of his cologne wrapping around your nose as feel his warm breath on your face. 

“You’re my dumb baby, that’s a fact. But not that fucking dumb. Wanted to be cute and now look at you, princess. Dripping all over my desk, and my gift around your wrists,” the slow sucking of his bottom lip being tucked between his teeth, alerted you of just how fucked you really were. 

But, you were in too deep to start begging now. You poked the bear too much and now your ass was going to pay. Your breath was yours once more as you felt him leave the front of you, hearing his footsteps in the same area but now behind you. 

“Thought long and hard about what I should do, princess and I’m going to apologize to that tight hole of yours for what I’m about to do to it,” his voice gravelly as he moves closer to you, gripping the soft globes of your ass before letting go and smacking them both at the same time. 

A guttural moan escapes your throat at how deliciously painful the sting was to your skin, painful pins radiating through your scalp the moment Steve pulled your hair back and brought his hand back down to your skin again over and over.

“What? You want them to hear you too? Does my princess like being looked at? Heard by others?” he asks as she slides his hand over your throat again, squeezing even tighter, “I think I saw Ari with his eyes on you. Think he heard you just now?”

The grip on your throat caused for little words to spill out. But, you knew to answer or things would get much, much worse, “N-no daddy… No… AH!!” you shriek, feeling a harder slap on your other cheek. 

Steve pulls your hair taut, leaning your head against his shoulder as she licks a slow stripe up your cheek, “You’re lying, little slut. I know you better than you know yourself. And…” his voice lowers, slipping his hand from your throat, you feel his thick digits spread your drenched folds open, running them up and down.

“My pussy tells me a different story, don’t you my precious cum dump?”

It was all true, your body betrayed you every single time. Steve had the key and he knew how to please your pussy like no other person could. From your very first date, Steve had claimed you and your sweet pussy as his and you let him. 

Over and over and over again….

There was no denying him at this point. No reason to even put up a front to him. Whatever he had planned was going to happen no matter how hard you pleaded and besides…

You knew you could stop him whenever you said the magic word

The easy way out was not what you were looking for. You wanted Steve. Wanted to be his little fuck toy until he was tired and now was your chance. With a shaky breath, you let out a soft giggle, swiping your tongue over your bottom lip as you looked up at him, “Maybe daddy… Maybe Ari could fuck me better. Seems like you’ve lost your touch”

Silence…. Absolute silence.

Steve let out a low chuckle, the tick in his jaw apparent as he slowly let your hair go, “Oh princess… my sweet girl. I think you really are fucking dumb,” a low growl erupts from his lips, encasing you in his arms as she carefully takes you over to his sofa, dropping you down carefully. 

He positions you with your face to the cushion, ass up and your wrists nestled between your legs as he takes his spot behind you, his chuckle returning as she grips your ass cheeks tightly and letting them go. 

Your thighs were beyond drenched with slick, fresh droplets hanging from your lips as Steve admired you from behind. 

“It’s such a shame, pretty elf. You look so good like this. Too bad you had to be a fuckin’ brat,” he murmurs, slapping your ass again as you hear the jingle of his belt being loosened and the button of his jeans popping. You can hear the rustle of his jeans and briefs being pushed down the same time, anticipation lacing your body as you lay your head against the plush sofa. 

You sway your ass in the air, smirking before crying out as she lands another swat on your cheek, “Daddy please!”

Steve hums, sinking two fingers inside your drenched cunt as he pumps them slowly in and out of your soaked hole, “Oh we’re so done with manners baby. You wanted all my attention and now you have it,” coldness lacing his throat as he pumps his fingers inside you, hooking them expertly to bump against your spongy spot. 

Moans slip from your lips as you feel him stretch and scissor your slippery opening, coating his fingers in your slick as you fall deeper and deeper into pleasure. Your body heating up from how close he could push you to the end. 

“Oh… fuck, daddy. That’s so good, m’ so close” you whisper softly, feeling your cunt flutter and drip before he snatches his fingers from you. You whine protest, yelping when he slaps your ass again. 

He leans over your body, his cock, pressing against your opening as your eyes flutter closed, “Only good girls get to cum. Let’s see how nice I am after I wreck that pretty hole of yours,” smacking your ass again before sinking his cock into your wet channel, groaning when he feels you wrap around him. 

Steve curses under his breath, sinking in deeper as you let out a low groan, feeling every inch of him stretch you out, feeling him pulse inside of you. He leans back from your frame, spreading your cheeks apart and spitting on your puckered hole before slowly sinking his thumb inside and thrusts deeply into your tight pussy. 

He snaps his hips slowly, inching his thumb deeper into your ass, leaning his head back as he enjoys the warmth of you around him, “Why’d ya have to be a brat baby? Huh?” he grunts, sliding all the way out to the tip, and thrusting back in as she knocks the breath out of you. 

With each snap of his hips, Steve stretches you more and more, removing his thumb as you hear the pop of a top open and cold fluid drip over your tight hole. You try to move away, feeling both of his hands pull you back on his cock. 

Your mouth hangs open at the feel of every inch of him inside of you, trembling when you know what’s coming next. 

Steve wasted no time pulling from you, resting his cock between your soft cheeks. He grabs both globes in his hands, massaging them softly as she feels you relax for him, “That’s it my pretty elf, be good for me. Don’t wanna hurt you too bad,” he whispers, sliding his cock up and down between your cheeks, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, closing his eyes slowly. 

You feel his cock harden fully, eyes widening under your blindfold at the damage you know he could do. Breathing deeply, you stay still, as he lines his cock up with your puckered hole, beginning to slowly push past the tight ring.

“Fuck… me” you groan out, clenching your hands closed as he sinks his thick cock further inside of you, feeling the stretch of every single inch, “Fuckfuckfuckkkkk, daddy”

“Goddammit princess, need to fuck this hole more often. Gripping me like a fucking vice” he grunts happily when he pushes every inch inside of you, “Look at that perfect ass. Swallowing my dick like a champ,” admiration in his tone as he squirts more lube on your hole. 

He throws down the bottle, gripping your hips as she pulls his hips back and sliding back in slowly to get you used to his size before slamming back in gripping you tightly.

 

“Holy fuck! I didn’t mean it, daddy! Ow!” 

Steve snaps his hips over and over, reaching down to rub circles over your clit as you begin to relax your tight ring around him, “Hm, I think you did baby. I think you wanted this. You wanted them to see what’s mine” he growls, changing the pace of his thrusts as he strokes you deeper, making you cry out in ecstasy. 

He reaches forward, gripping your hair in his hand as he pounds your ass, the loud sounds of slapping skin and the noises coming from your lips echoing against the walls. You squeeze around him tighter, feeling the pleasure bloom in your core from the double stimulation. 

“I just… wanted.. Fuck!” you whimper as his strokes become deeper and quicker. Juices dripping on his fingers as your mind goes blank.

“What was that pretty elf? Couldn’t hear you” he snaps his hips once making your cry out, “You were say dumb baby?” snapping his hips twice as you make the same noise again, “What’s the matter princess? Hm? Don’t tell you went dumb already” he coos, taking you squeezing around him as his answer before pounding you once more. 

You words were incoherent, save for the sounds don’t stop daddy. Just like that. As you say it over and over again. All that was left of you was a blissed out slut, taking every single inch that her daddy gave her. 

Wanted to get back on his good side was everything as he was showing you what happens when rules are broken. Steve couldn’t even be mad at you for acting out. He was busy beyond belief and there wasn’t anything else he would rather do than to be with you all day. 

In some way, right now, he was making up for it. But oh, he was more than willing to put you back where you belonged in the process. You’ve acted out before but not to this extent. Steve had to make sure that his lesson was well learned.

He placed his hand at the small of your back, making you arch more as he crossed his arms over your ass and pounded into you tight hole deeply, making you feel every single part of him. 

“Oh.. My… daddy… daddy” you whisper for only him to hear. Your head reaching into the clouds the higher he took you to pure bliss and pleasure.

Steve kept using you to his pleasure, keeping his pace just right as he could feel you squeezing him tighter and tighter, signaling the end coming near. He releases you from his grip, leaning over to tilt your head up with his hand as she strokes you deeply.

“Does my little elf wanna cum? Hm?” he asks, smiling when he sees you nod frantically, the act was all he needed to return him back to wrecking your ass. 

With precision, Steve kept your back arched with his hand keeping you pressed down, snapping his hips, as the clapping sound of skin centered back to what he was doing. He licked his other fingers, dropping them down as he rubbed quick tight circles around your clit, hearing you moan out softly. 

Spurts of slick dripped down into his palm as she brought it up to lick every single drop before returning his fingers back to your clit, “That’s my fucking girl. Cum for me little elf. Cum hard for daddy. Right. Now” he growls, while punctuating every syllable with the snap of his hips. 

You didn’t need to be told twice, the dam gushing out of your pulsating pussy was first before your mouth flew open, the most pornographic sounds spilling from them as orgasm after orgasm began to crash down on you. 

The splashing of your release quickly triggered his as he pushed deep inside of you, filling you tight hole with rope after rope of his cum. Steve held your hips, groaning loudly as she filled you, “Fuck! Goddamn, princess, keep cummin’ on my cock just like that,” Steve’s voice trembled as he emptied himself, pulling out and slamming back in as he filled you with another load.

The pulse of his cock only triggered another release for you, feeling yourself collapse on the couch as Steve followed you, kissing down your back slowly before pulling out and unlocking the handcuffs from your wrists. 

You try to move, only to be pushed down softly when you hear the clicking sound of a camera, tensing up automatically. 

Steve presses a kiss to your shoulder, before the sound happens again, “Just me, princess. Just taking a pic of art,” he murmurs, almost getting hard again at his cum leaking out of your ass. 

He hums, softly, taking you in his arms as he lays back on the couch with you on his lap. You rest your head on his shoulder, relaxing as she rubs aloe all over your cheeks, kissing your body all over as she takes care of you.

“Did so good for me, so fucking good,” he whispers, opening up a bottle of water and pressing it to your lips, giving a satisfied hum when you drink half the bottle before pushing it away.

Steve holds you tight, feeling the light breath on his neck as you lay on him, feeling completely satisfied. You feel his soft lips, press to your temple, making you snuggle close as she gives a soft chuckle.

“What did we learn baby?” 

The answer rings in your ear as you lean up to look into his eyes, smiling softly, “Never wear panties…”

[geminixevans-stan]

Blue Waterfalls

Pairing: sub!Stucky x Mafia!Female Reader

Words: 3.5k+

Summary: Fresh off a business trip, your boys decide to get your attention in the wrong way.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit language, Porn with a plot Explicit sexual content, mentions of murder, mmf threesome, use of a sex toy, use of cock rings, bondage, mommy kink, dacryphilia oral m receiving, anal, vaginal sex, creampie (Vaginal and anal) light slapping, edging, squirting, mommy kink, panties used as a gag, teasing.

A/N: Andddd another one! Loving the energy I’m having lately. This is nastyyyy and I hope y’all have an extra set of panties somewhere cause it gets hot! My mommy kink knows no bounds and it was much fun dominating these two super soldiers. Like, comment, & reblog ♥

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As if you wanted this bullshit as soon as you got home. The minute you set foot in the spacious mansion, your phone rang with your right hand, Curtis on the line. Seems like Drysdale’s boys decided to put their noses in your business and make a commotion while you were away. Nothing made you madder than his bitch ass touching what didn’t belong to him. What made it worse? You couldn’t bring your best boys on your trip and you were a raging bitch without them. Nobody could scratch your itch the way they could and you were due for a few rounds with them.

Except… they were nowhere in sight. Nothing that you weren’t used to, they had their own shit to handle. But just your luck right? Your job was never done as the Queen of Brooklyn and as you burst into your office and sit angrily in your chair, you knew a couple of people were gonna die. May it be tonight or tomorrow, you didn’t give a fuck. Drysdale was going to get hit where it hurt. Fucking trust fund prick didn’t even know what to do with his own shit half the time.

As you listened to Curtis give you the rundown on the damages, your blood boiled more. “Where the fuck was head of security? I swear if it was an inside job, I’ll handle that fucker myself,” you raged, placing your feet on the desk.

Curtis let out his own huff of frustration, “Looks like he went AWOL an hour before the break-in,” oh yeah, headshots were the only way to go now. The prick Rumlow always seemed like a shifty fuck. He was going to be the first hit on your list.

“When you get his whereabouts, you let me know. I want to be the last bitch he sees,” you order. Yeah, it was harsh but these limp dick motherfuckers needed to know who to fuck with. You weren’t the one or two and they knew that. Yet, for some reason, Drysdale thought he could. But oh, you were a bitch who loved to torture and it was gonna be fun bringing him slowly down to his knees.

The conversation shifted to normal business when you heard the creak of your door opening and golden locks appearing in the doorway. Those deep blues were the second to be in your sight, causing your nerves to ignite like no other. Your eyes stared up at the dopey smile that always made your heart melt. Bending your finger in a come hither motion, Steve caught the signal pushing the door open showing an antsy Bucky behind him.

Made your whole body warm knowing they missed you just as much as you missed them. But they would have to wait while you handled business. Steve strode in, Bucky kicking the door closed a little too loudly. Snapping your head up, you gave him a knowing glare making him mouth a quick sorry. He was so cute with his hair pulled in a high bun, face clean like you liked it. It was still unbelievable how both of these men were yours.

But who could blame them? Every man wanted a piece and would give Steve and Bucky glares because they were the only ones to get a constant taste of the prettiest pussy they had ever seen. You could have swooned the first time they told you that and they made sure to let you know they were all yours. Both men walked on each side of you looking at you with pure lust and hunger.

You knew those looks, lifting your leg up and pressing your heel into Steve’s chest. He caught your foot, unclasping the strap from your ankle and sliding your heel off. He made quick work of massaging your foot, the act already making you melt in your seat. Bucky, on the other hand, had his hands already coasting up your shirt silently whining. These two were going to be the literal death of you, the only men that could be.

“Oh yeah boss, looks like Drysdale left a little a message for you,” Curtis’s voice booming into your phone snapping you from the ministrations of both men.

You push Bucky’s hands down, causing him to groan audibly. That was strike two for him and he was on the fast track to strike three. “Just a minute Curt,” you said placing the phone on mute. Your turn your head towards bucky, lifting his chin up to look at you, “Baby let me finish this call, okay? Can you do that for me?” you say in a sweet tone.

His eyes glistened up to yours and then went back dark, “No… missed you too much.” he declares, pushing his hands back up your chest. That. Was. It.

Your hand ghosted down to his neck squeezing tightly, “I was being nice but, fuck with me and find out Buck,” giving him that look that he knew all too well. It had to be “disobey the Queen day” because Steve was already on his knees, pushing his head past your skirt. His lips coasting up your inner thighs and you knew you weren’t going to get anything done, “Steve… move,” when his breath met your clothed lips, your free hand clutched his locks and brought him out.

It was time to get some shit back in order at home. Whatever had gotten into them, you were about to fix that shit quick. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you two but get those asses in the room. Clothes better off by the time I get there.”

Both men looked at you and then at each other, knowing they royally fucked up. Your eyes took in the silent exchange, leaning up from your seat, “I see you both here when I shouldn’t… Go!” If it was a race to get out the door, it would have been a freaking tie. With the coast clear, you picked the phone back up unmuting it. You let out a huff of air, sinking back in the chair, “I’m back Curt,” he let out a low chuckle, knowing just why it took you so long.

“Boys back ain’t they?”

“You know it and since you know that, keep everything together for a few hours. Gotta get these two in check.”

“That bad huh? Don’t hurt em too bad boss”

“Oh, I am,” you end the call leaving the phone on the desk as you stand up and walk out of the office and upstairs to hopefully a pair of naked men.

The clicking of your heels was getting louder causing Bucky and Steve to stand at attention, hands at their sides when you finally emerge into the room. The sight before you was nothing but art and it should be a sin for them both to look this good. It was a shame how bad you wanted to get on your knees and make them both feel good but they decided to change those plans.

Your two men. Who knew that little old you would make two towering men as nervous as you made them. But here they were, Adams apples bobbing in their throats as they look at you anxiously. You stalk over to them slowly, putting purpose to your steps as you stand in front of Steve.

Caressing his face with your medium acrylics, sends a visual shiver down his spine as you give him a slow peck to his lips, “Hungry Stevie?” He nods at you slowly, resulting in a sweet smile from you. “Always so greedy you know that? Let’s fix that hm?”

He watches you in anticipation as your bunch your skirt up over your hips and pull your lace panties down your smooth legs, stepping out of them one foot at a time. You wrap the thin piece around your finger dangling the material in his face. Steve leans up desperately to smell before you grasp his face tightly, making him open his mouth and simultaneously shoving the lace in his mouth.

His eyes automatically roll to white, savoring the taste on his tongue, “Don’t think that’s a reward baby,” you coo at him, looking over to Bucky and pulling your skirt back down. Sauntering over to your beefy love, you give him the same sweet peck, lowering your hand down to wrap around his painfully hard cock.

His breath hitches against your lips the minute you slow stroke up to his full hardness, “My sweet boy,” you whisper against his lips, “So needy…” He whines against your lips and you coo softly, “I know baby… I know,” adding pressure to his red and leaking tip.

You fist his leaking cock, letting his arousal coat your hand before you snatch it away and shove two fingers in his mouth making him taste himself, “I think you both forgot some manners… Let me teach em again. You know where to go,” you order, slipping your fingers from Bucky’s mouth.

Walking off, you disappear into the next room, picking a few goodies out of your toy chest. You hear the shuffle in the next room, smiling to yourself for your obedient boys. Still didn’t mean they were off the hook. Placing the items of torture on the middle counter, you change out of your clothes and pick out a fresh pair of lingerie. Slipping on the soft material against your skin, you check yourself out in the mirror before stepping out into the shared room.

The men lay their eyes on you, cocks bobbing up as they take you in. Too distracted by how good you looked, they don’t pay attention to the toys laid out before them. Two sets of everything; Cuffs, cocks rings that they love so much, and the new man wand that you bought as a gift during your trip. This one was what you were most excited about. You were in the mood for some tears and you hope for the price tag that it lived up to the money you spent.

Picking up the cuffs, you make it to Steve’s side of the bed, pulling his arms up and wrapping the custom-made leather around his wrists, securing them to the metal bars of the bed. You lean down, pressing your lips to his cheek, “Safeword Stevie,” since his mouth was occupied, he put up the number three with his fingers, “Good boy,” you whisper looking down as a fresh drip of pre-cum dribbles from his slit.

Giving one last tug to the cuffs, you take a trip over to Bucky’s side, seeing the one red, leaky head turning to a light purplish color. Smirking over at him, you run a soft finger up the underside of his cock, making him whine and buck up to your hand. One quick smack to his thigh settles him down, “This is what needy sluts get,” you say, placing the cuffs around his wrists and securing them that same as Steve’s, “Safeword?” you ask.

He gives you a desperate look, groaning out, “plums,’” you give him a sweet kiss on the nose, leaning back up and moving away from him.

You walk away, standing at the end of the bed looking at your work, “Look at my boys, so pretty when you’re tied up,” biting down your bottom lip as you collect both rings on your finger and crawl up in the bed, sitting on your haunches in between them.

Holding the rings behind your back, you pull from behind you showcasing the blue and red metal. Automatic protests come from both men, Steve’s more muffled. Bucky pulled at the cuffs, leaning up slightly, “Don’t… please not those,” he gulps at your wicked smile. He knew his begging wasn’t going to get him out of this.

Looking between both men, you give a low chuckle and pushing bucky back down, “Since you have so much to say, you go first,” placing the blue ring on Steve’s chest, “don’t get too comfortable,” you wink at him, hearing a strained whine.

You turn your attention on to bucky, dragging your finger down his chest, meeting his abs, and meeting his pelvis. Draping a leg over his, you nestle in between his legs, seeing his length soften a bit. Giving him a small tsk, “That just won’t do,” you murmur, dipping your head down to suck his balls in your mouth and rolling them over your tongue, fisting his cock at the same time.

He squirms in your touch, panting out loudly, “Ah fuck! I can’t take it, I won’t last,” his whining cut short when you let him slip from your mouth and lubing the ring with your spit before sliding the ring down the length of his cock. Seeing the strain in his face, you give him a small smile and place a soft kiss to his tip before going over to Steve.

The man before you was in pure bliss, he was really your angel but sometimes he like to test your patience. For that, he had to endure the same as his best friend and if you didn’t know any better, he was lowkey loving it. It took no time to get the ring secured around his cock, he stayed at attention the entire time.

Little Slut

You crawled back down to grab your new toy, nestling yourself back in between your beautiful men. Holding it up in front of you, they looked at each other and then back at you, “Oh don’t look like that,” you smile, pressing your knees into the mattress, “Gonna let me try something new?” you ask, laughing out, “Oh, that’s right… you have no choice,” saying through hooded eyes.

Giving them a quizzical look, you tap the tip of your nail against your chin, “Hmm, wonder who gets to go first,” smirking in the evilest way. Looking over at Bucky, you announce, “Since you decided to try me earlier… you get to watch first,” bucky tries to protest before you give him a glare, “You want to make it worse? Keep it up and Steve will be the only one that cums tonight,” you never see Bucky snap his mouth shut so quick.

Leaning over you slightly smack his cheek, “Such a good boy. Now eyes on us,” and just like that, you crawl over to an anxious Steve, his chest rising up and down.

You smile down at him, nuzzling your nose against his, clicking on the toy, and bringing it to the underside of his cock. Steve arches up into the toy feeling the vibrations run down his entire length. You hear the muffled broken moan around your panties. Oh, this toy is about to be a fav, you thought, moving the toy higher up to his leaking head, watching his eyes flutter, you click the button again making the vibration go higher.

Looking down, you can see his cock twitching, turning the wand off just in time. Steve falls back onto the bed, protesting behind his occupied mouth. “What was that baby? Can’t seem to hear you?” laughing at him as you drag your nails down his chest. You look back at Bucky, his cock bobbing and leaking, “Still with me?”

He croaks a low, “Yes…” you quirk your eyebrow at him and he instantly corrects himself, “Yes m-mommy.”

You give a sound of appreciation, clicking the toy back on, “Good boy… Wanna see a pretty boy cry?” he nods over at you and you put your attention back on Steve, placing the silicone piece at the vein creeping his cock. Setting the vibration back to two, Steve squirms in again, groaning out as you swirl his milky sack in your free hand.

The sight of this muscular super soldier being putty in your hands was causing gush after gush of slick to coat your panties and Bucky could smell it, his cock twitching and clear fluid dribbling down his thickness as he watches you take Steve apart.

After the third ruined orgasm, the tears were falling down Steve’s flush cheeks, his body jerking up and down for some type of release. You coo at him and press your lips to his cheek, “Almost over baby,” turning your sight on Bucky, “Your turn, sweet boy,” turning away from Steve who tried to chase after you only to be met with resistance.

Looking down at his shiny cock, you knew he had to be going through it, “Aww my baby being so good for me. Tell me… wanna cum don’t you?”

He leans up to you, “Fuck yes mommy,” he whines, “See what you do to me? Put me out my misery I’m sorry for being needy! Please! Please!” fuck, he begs so sweet.

A moan slips out your lips at the way he begs, pushing him back down, you lean over him pulling the cups of your bra down, “Here baby, you might need something to suck on,” his head jerked up sucking your nipple in between his lips as he sighed contently.

The click of the toy filled the room once more as you slide the soft material over his tip, causing him to moan against your hardened nub, his tongue laving and swirling over it. Sliding it slowly up and down his length, his slick getting the black silicone slippery. You use the extra lube to fuck him with it sighing out as his teeth bite down, “So good bucky baby, just like that,” clenching your thighs together and rocking back and forth.

You knew your wetness was coating your thighs and it was becoming too much, but the twitch of Bucky’s cock snapped you back to where you needed to be as you snatched the toy from him and shut it off. Buck let out a strained whine, never letting go of his favorite part of you, arching his back at the loss of contact. Looking down at him, you could already see the tears forming in your needy baby’s eyes. One more would bring him to a babbling mess.

Not waiting for his cool down, you set the toy to the third vibration, taking it to the base as he latched on to your other nipple, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. You look down at him, smirking at how desperate he was. This time around, it didn’t take that long for cock to twitch again, you let the toy stay there until you saw his balls scrunch up and turned off and threw the toy down.

Bucky pulled from your mouth, bursting into the prettiest tears he ever made, “Mommy please!!” he screams out, babbling about being a good boy from now on and the next thing you heard was Steve’s begging. Both calling out to you in ways you had never heard.

Not being able to take it any longer, you looking in between them saying, “C’mere,” and just like that the headboard broke as both men lunged at you, breaking the cuffs in two.

They encased you in the middle of them bringing you down to the bed, ripping off the flimsy fabric. Each man growled against your skin as Steve sank into you first, making you scream out at the stretch he gave you. Bucky reaches between your legs to gather your slick and rubbing over your puckered hole before pushing past the tight ring.

You sigh out as they still inside of you, Steve pulling your thigh over his hip. Their lips attach to each side of your neck, pulling out and snapping back in tandem. They held a bruising grip on your hips as they thrust in your tight holes, nipping and biting at your flesh. You scream out when Steve changes his angle, hitting the spot deep in you over and over making you see stars.

The words stuttering from your mouth, “Fuck! Just.. just. Oh shit,” you scream digging your nails in Steve’s back and gripping Bucky’s brown locks with the other hand.

Bucky reached in between you and Steve’s body, strumming your clit just how you liked, not taking much for you to fall apart in between them, “Yesyesyesyes!” feeling your release squirt out covering both of their cocks.

Both of them held on to you, using your body as they chased their high, making you come two more times before they stilled screaming out curses as they spilled into you. Bucky filled your ass to the brim, cum spilling around him as Steve, painted your silky walls with his spend.

They held you tightly, your body still twitching from the last orgasm. You feel the lips trailing your skin, your hearing clouded as the blood disappears from your ears.

As your high comes down, you look at the soft dopey smiles plastered on their faces, placing a soft kiss to Steve’s forehead. He nuzzled into your touch, opening his eyes up at you, “Did so good for me baby,” you whisper, turning over to give Bucky a soft kiss to his lips, “So did you, sweet boy,” they clung on to you, just wanting to be close to you.

You try to get up and try and take care of them but they pull you back down, eyes widening when you feel their cocks twitching inside you.

Bucky chuckles against your ear, “Never said we were done,” pressing his lips to the outer shell.

Looks like this was gonna be a long night.

[geminixevans-stan]

Found Ch. 1

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader

Words: 1.8k+

Summary: After a precious bundle changes reader’s life, she does everything in her power to leave the life she left behind. That is until her luck runs out and everything she once knew comes back all in one person. 

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of past life, mentions of gun use. 

A/N: I told you all there would be more Lloyd coming from me! Now in series form and I pray that I can stick to it! I hope that you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

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Another late day. Another day filled with meetings that half of which could have been an email. The mundane droning of quarterly outputs and fake promises from co-workers to do better was starting to get boring.

The meeting room filled with a mixture of eagerness and boredom lasted for another 30 minutes, feeling your phone buzz as you already knew what that meant. 

You missed pick-up time again…

Luckily, you had help in that department. The deal was always that if you were going to be late coming home Lula would be in charge of pickup. 

She would always make sure to text you that she successfully picked up the tiny person that drove you to sit in these boring meetings in the first place.

Liana, your precious baby girl changed your life in so many ways that you would forever be in her debt. Like her birth, the knowledge of her was a surprise to you. 

The minute you heard the strong heartbeat on that monitor, you knew the life that you once had was over. She was the priority and you did everything in your power to change your life for the better. 

Your previous life was no place for her to grow up. The fear that her father would take her under his wing was something that you feared. 

And you feared nothing…

Not until you held all 8 pounds and 9 ounces of pure perfection in your arms. The second those two-toned eyes met yours, there was no turning back to what you used to be. The only fear that you had was one day she would learn who her father really was. 

You were a mother and a mother only. Liana Skye was your whole entire world and you dared anyone to come within a foot of her. 

She softened you in ways that you didn’t know you could be. Gave you the will to be patient, and compassionate, and whenever she laid eyes on you and that toothy grin came into sight, you were a goner. 

Never did you want someone’s approval so bad until her. No one else mattered in the world and you did everything to make sure she was well taken care of. 

Vetting the best nannies around, making sure she went to the best school that the city could offer — you were that mom. There wasn’t anything that she couldn’t ask for that you wouldn’t get for her. 

Except…

You knew that the day would come when she would ask why she didn’t have a father like the rest of her classmates. To your reply, he was away… always away. Deep down you knew that was a lie. 

But there was no way that you were going to crush your 4-year-old’s heart and tell her that she would never see him. You made sure of that.

You left your previous life behind, making sure that there was no lingering trace of you ever existing. It was like your old self never existed and you liked it that way. 

Liana could never know who you were before you became her mommy. Her hero. Who you wanted her to know was the woman that you created. A character that you wrote all on your own. 

This facade that you played so well was working for you and although you didn’t need to work, you had to keep up the appearances. No one in that city knew just how well off you were. 

Thanks to your previous life, you racked in enough money to take care of you, Liana, and the generation after her. It definitely came with a great cost and there was no way that your precious baby would ever know what you had to do to make sure she would be set for life. 

The sound of the laptop shutting signaled that the last meeting of the day was over and you were more than ready to drive home, take a hot shower, and snuggle with your whole entire world. 

She was the spitting image of you, always amazed you at how you created such a beautiful little girl. Yet as you look into her eyes, you see you and her father combined and it sent a pang in your chest like no other. 

You didn’t want to stay in the building any longer than you had to, gathering up your folders and depositing them on your desk as you grabbed your purse and keys to head out of the 128-floor building. 

The sun had already begun to set, shades of oranges and purples filled the sky as you walked out of the building in the search for your car that always sat in the same spot every day.

The walk to the garage felt like hours but in reality, were minutes, you couldn’t wait to kiss those chubby cheeks that rose whenever she saw you. 

Luck was on your side as you drove down the busy road, noticing the light traffic at that time of day. The universe knew that you needed to see your baby, making sure every traffic light that you met was green as the garden in your backyard. 

You make a quick stop at the gas station, half a mile from home to fill up the almost empty tank, shooting Lula a text that you would be home in as little as 3 minutes. 

Usually, you would get a fast text back but, not this time. It wasn’t of importance and you were sure that she was probably busy with Liana to answer right away. It didn’t matter to you in the slightest because she was the best at what she did. 

You pumped and paid, getting back in the car, eyes focused on the straight road before turning the corner to get to your house. It was a community, one that you felt safe in. 

Liana had friends that she had play dates with and you would be the best hostess to a group of kids almost every other weekend. Your little girl was quite the social butterfly, reminding yourself of you when you were her age. 

But life had a funny way of changing a child no matter what age they were. Call it puberty or trauma. Each played a significant role in the path you chose before becoming a mother. 

The lights outside were lit, smiling as you saw the inside of your house lit up like Christmas. Lula’s car was parked right beside your designated spot as usual. 

Nothing was out of place… No reason to be alarmed at all. You take your belongings out of the car, taking two steps at a time to get to your front door. With ease you unlock the door, only when you emerged inside were you met with silence.

Your eyes scan the front room, not a piece of furniture was out of place. Could you have missed something in the communication with Lula? Checking the unread messages on your phone, you see the messages that you missed. 

One stating that Liana hadn’t been feeling well and would be more than likely sleep when you got home. That alone caused a slow panic to arise. How didn’t you pay attention to that? 

Quickly you toe off your heels, stepping more into the house as you begin to call out for Lula.

You begin to check the living room first, feet padding the wooden floor, “Lu?” Silence. 

Turning towards the kitchen, there was something that was off. The smell of chicken noodle soup permeated the air and for the first time in a couple hours, you were famished. 

Your stomach grumbled at the aromatic smell, knowing that Lula cooked everything just right. Making it further into the kitchen, relief washed over you as you see Lula sitting in the chair with her back facing. 

Blowing out a breath you being to walk towards, “There you are. Is Lili okay?” the question lingering as you get closer. Usually, Lula would have turned around to see you by now but… nothing. 

“Lu… You okay?”

It was apparent that as you got closer that something wasn’t right at all. Your eyes dart to every secret compartment, taking another step towards Lula. 

Placing a hand on her shoulder, you call out to her again, “Lu?” concern lacing your tongue the minute you became face to face with her. 

You shake her unconscious frame one.. Twice, before she slumps over. Panic courses through your nerves and that is when you knew something was entirely wrong. 

Without hesitation, you grab at the kitchen drawer, pulling out a custom-made 9mm, not even stopping to see if Lula was breathing. 

All you knew was that Liana could be in trouble and god help the person dumb enough to come in here. 

Taking two steps at a time again, you wasted no time getting to her decorated door, one that she was proud to decorate herself. Except it was slightly cracked and her night light shone through. 

Pushing open the door, you’re met with an image that would have warmed you in normal circumstances. In a perfect life, this was what you wanted. 

But your life was less than perfect. 

The arms wrapped around your daughter shouldn’t even be near her. He shouldn’t even be here. For the first time in — ever, fear as cold as ice ran through your veins. 

“Hi cupcake,” his whispered tone reached over to you, your eyes looking over at Liana as she didn’t stir one bit. 

The hand holding your weapon trembled, anger and fear lacing your nerves, “Whatever you want… let’s deal with it,” your breath rising and becoming deeper, keeping your eyes on him, “But not in front of her… not in front my baby”

“You mean our baby sweetie,” he smirks at your sharp intake of breath, chuckling softly as he keeps his voice low, “Didn’t think I would find out? It took me a while and well… You’re good.”

If it was one person you could never hide from… It was Lloyd Hansen. He knew your next move before you did. You knew his next move before he did. 

But this… This move you didn’t think he would make so soon. 

“Lloyd… Let her go… now”

“Not a chance sweet cheeks. You thought you could keep her from me?”

“Just let her go!” you spat between clenched teeth, almost raising your weapon. Lloyd had your world in his hands and you had no idea what he was going to do next. 

Call it luck again or the universe. Lloyd looked down at a sleeping Liana, anger and conflict racing through his own veins. Those ocean green eyes looked at you, a frown on his face as he slowly laid Liana back down, making sure to cover her back up. 

Just as carefully as he tucked her in, he carefully rose from her bed, making it over to you, “Lead the way cupcake, we have a lot to discuss…” 

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Found Ch. 2

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader

Words: 2.1k+

Summary: After finally finding out reader’s whereabouts, Lloyd comes to make up for lost time, by any means necessary 

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of past life, mentions of gun use, a smidge of violence, mentions of headshots, explicit language. 

A/N: I’m back to this unhinged man! I enjoyed writing this after my long stint of not writing and I hope you all love it!  Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

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Flashback

You stare at the detailed brief, scanning over it twice… three times. The mission seemed like an easy feat, one that you felt needed no help on. But you were the newbie, a fresh face is what the director described. 

Graduating at the top of your class, excelling is every single test, you were deemed overly qualified for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. 

Your skills were one to envy, with perfect scores on all targets, there was no better shooter than you. Even on your worst day, the best agent couldn’t even get close to you. 

It took you a while to be seen by someone who actually respected your qualifications. But it was work unlike you had ever seen. 

It didn’t matter the target that you were assigned. If it had a pulse, it wouldn’t be once    Le silencieux came in and did what needed to be done. 

News of your abilities circled around until An Agency decided to take you in. Promising you bigger targets with bigger pay. You would kill anyone. Almost. 

Children were always off limits…

Something that the agency respected. Seeming as though they had other contractors that would do that side of the dirty work. 

You didn’t need anybody to help you. Which was why as you look at the brief one more time, there was a point of contact. A supervisor that would be accompanying you on said mission. 

Lloyd Hansen was a household name and when the agency needed effective work, he was the guy to call. That was up until you came along and he got wind of your talents. 

If it wasn’t your job in Berlin that alerted him of your prowess, it was definitely your last job or taking out one of the top-paid tycoons on the West Coast of America. 

Said to be the most untouchable mogul in the world, you decided to prove that theory otherwise. To the media, the cause of the death was natural causes. 

But Lloyd knew better. He looked over the autopsy reports over and over. You left everything pristine and even he would roll his eyes at having to do extra work. 

It didn’t take him much asking to be put to watch over you. With a record like yours, you didn’t need a babysitter. 

He just wanted to have a front-row seat to just how good you were…. 

Present Day

Your fingers hit the numbers on the keypad quicker than you’ve ever moved, hearing the access notification. With no time to waste, you motion for Lloyd to enter, smelling the same scent that you knew so well. 

As the door closes by your hand alone, silence fills the room. The tension was as loud as ever and you wanted nothing more than to quell the impending elephant in the room. 

“Nice office ya got here munchkin,” Lloyd’s voice comes into play as she looks around the modern study. 

Professional and well organized to the naked eye and you wanted to keep it that way. 

Pleasantries weren’t something that you really had time for. The reason for your disappearance stood before you, that smug smirk on his face as he set his eyes on you. 

It was maddening the way one look could annoy all the fibers in your being. He was the only one that could do that. 

And nothing had changed from then to now. 

Steel is held to your waist, not letting your finger slip from the trigger as you look over at Lloyd, the annoyance already rolling off you. 

“You’re not here to talk interior decorating and I don’t have time to talk nice,” you say curtly, your feet planted in the same spot, “Now… What do you want?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Can never tell with you Lloyd. You’re not very good at context clues. Cut the shit.”

Lloyd stares into you, a soft smirk weighing on his lips as he pulls his gun from the holster, automatically making you draw yours. 

“Easy there sharp shooter… I come in peace for the moment,” a grin spreading across his face as she sits on the edge of your desk. 

You don’t trust him and he knows that by the way your gun is still pointing at him between the eyes. 

He sits there on the desk, watching you… studying you even, looking at the slight changes of your compared to years ago. 

Still as beautiful as he remembered but more… scared. 

Like you finally had something or someone to lose… 

If it was one thing you knew: Lloyd Hansen Never puts his gun down. For once, you decided to trust him. Whatever he wanted needed to be said now. No telling when exactly Lili would wake up. 

With reluctance, you place your guns in their holsters, making sure you had easy access in case he had any ideas. 

“Why are you here?”

“Colibri…”

“Don’t,” you say sharply, your voice not faltering, “You don’t get to call me that…”

A frown sets on his lips, the tick in his jaw evident as he clenches his fist, “You left… without a word. Care to explain that?” 

You smirk, deciding to play him at his own game, “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Cute… real cute cupcake,” the deep chuckle coming from his throat, his eyes boring into yours, “You know… I hate broken families,” He starts off, raising from his makeshift seat and walking over to you. 

His height towered over you but it didn’t matter. You were the only woman to ever to bring Lloyd Hansen to his knees. A feat that even the most notorious assassin couldn’t even do. 

You never budged as he stalked closer, his cologne just barely kissing the insides of your nostrils.

Still bold with a hint of sweetness, just like the scent you got for him, courtesy of your many stays in France. 

Lloyd bends just a little to meet your eye level, shamelessly breathing you in as he lets out a low groan, “Still as delicious as I remember… I would hate to have to slowly get my answer from you ma douce and you know I can take my time very well. Start talking.”

If an answer was all he wanted, then that’s what you would give. You had no problem hurting his feelings when he had his hands on Lili. That was his first and only strike. 

You let out a steady breath, keeping eye contact with him as you began to speak, “It’s not rocket science. I got pregnant and knew the second that it was real that my old life was done. There was no way that I was going to bring a baby into this mess. She didn’t deserve to have an unhinged father like you,”

Lloyd stayed quiet, waiting for your next words. He knew you were far from finished. 

“And I was right… Here you come and kill her nanny, break into her room, and demand answers. Dad of the freaking year.” 

“Only two of those are right ma douce..” 

He answers while holding up two fingers, his voice void of emotion. The desk becomes his seat again as she swings his leg over the front, staring at you once more. 

“I would never kill our daughter’s nanny. She does need looking over after all. Since you think you know what kind of father I am, you would have known that.”

Your eyes begin to soften a bit, bringing fixing them back to how they were, “Never thought I’d see the day that you would have a moral compass. I’m touched,” you say flatly. 

“I still don’t Colibri but, I’ll make an exception this time.”

A slow clap fills the room as you begin to mock him, “I should be honored huh? At least you care a little. I’ll give you that much. She’s still my daughter. The only thing you did was deposit a weak sample.”

“My ‘samples’ were what you used to crave at one point in time. You can play coy all you want but we both know the truth ma douce…”

No matter how wrong you wanted him to be, Lloyd was once all you cared about. All you yearned for. You knew deep down he could never love. 

You blink away for a second, setting your sights back on him, “You’re right, there was a strong one out of the bunch. Ya did some good in that retrospect.”

“What can I say ma douce, I never disappoint…”

“And yet you’re still here… I told you what you wanted to know. You got what you wanted,” you knew this wasn’t going to be easy. 

Lloyd was never easy… 

He gives you a knowing look, the tick in his jaw back again as he grew more annoyed. 

You needed him out of your house and far away from Liana… She didn’t need him and neither did you.

Without a second thought, you walk around him and sit in your rightful seat, blowing out a slow breath.

“I know you, Lloyd. The minute she would have been of age. You would have taken her and made her into your image. I’ve seen it before…”

There was no proof that Lloyd would have taken Lili down the same road as your father did. But, you weren’t going to take any chances. 

You were made into a weapon far before you were even a teenager. Target practice, day in and day out, combat practice when you turned eight. 

To say you had a sliver of a childhood would have been a lie. You never even wanted children for that sole purpose alone. 

But your surprise child softened you the minute you heard her heart beating. 

Loud snapping took you from your thoughts, Lloyd’s face almost touching yours. 

“Whatever daddy issues you may have has nothing to do with me. You took time away from me and I’m ready to collect on it.”

“You won’t go near her again”

“Watch me.”

“We both know how this will end, Lloyd. Do you really want to do this?”

Lloyd leans up from you, standing up from the desk, his lips pulled in a thin line, “I’ll give you two options sweets. The easy way or the hard way.” 

A chuckle erupts from your lips, stopping just as fast as it started. 

“You know I love the hard way Lloyd and if that means putting a bullet through your fucking head, then I will.”

A soft knock interrupts you both as you stand up, only for your face to meet the desk hard as Lloyd crossed over to slam you down.

The soft knocking continues as you begin to struggle, feel the tight grip Lloyd has on your arm. 

“Mommy?” a soft muffled voice comes from behind the door, causing your fight reaction to rise. But your strength is no match for the pressure Lloyd has on you. 

Cold steel meets your temple, Lloyd’s breath, coasting over your ear, “As I said before… I hate broken families. But I’ll splatter your brains on this desk and make our daughter half an orphan,” you struggle against his hold as he slams you down again, the knocking continuing to ensue. 

“Just a minute baby! Mommy’s coming,” your voice shakes, hot tears prickling the corners of your eyes. 

The knocking stops, knowing that she’s waiting, you lift your head up a bit to listen to the man keeping you from your baby. 

You relax a little eliciting a content sight from Lloyd, “That’s good… compliance is all I asked for. Now, you take your ass to that door so I can meet my daughter. You’ve wasted enough of my time so make it quick,” he spat, releasing you from his hold as you stood up and walk to the door. 

As you turn the knob, the fear that you had the day Liana was born came back to you. All the running that you did still wasn’t enough. It was now or never and weren’t going to leave Lili in the hands of just Lloyd. 

The door opens and her large stuffed rabbit meets your eyesight before she does. Her eyes are still low, sleep still apparent in her. 

“You okay sweetie?” bending down to check the warmth of her forehead, “Still not feeling good?”

Lili shakes her head, hugging her rabbit as she looks behind you, “Mommy? Who’s that?”

The question that you never wanted to answer. But it was staring you right in the face and the last thing that you wanted to do was to lie to her. 

The words were lost on your tongue as you know that this choice could make or break the only person in the world that truly loved you. 

Your creation wanted answers and you wouldn’t make her wait and let her lose more sleep. 

But it wasn’t you that answered the question. You didn’t even know that Lloyd was behind you until you heard a tone that was only ever meant for you. 

Softness…

“Hi there Princess Liana… I think it’s time we formally met…”

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Rude Boy

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

Words: 3.7k+

Summary: Sometimes puppies need to be taught new tricks

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, oral f, handjob, unprotected sex, choking, mommy kink.

A/N: This is a long time coming request for @ysmmsy. Gemma I hope I did this request justice! Enjoy. Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

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The busy buzzing of the upscale bar was the only thing keeping your attention at the pressing moment. You don’t know why you let Solana, your best friend talk you into coming to something that wasn’t even your scene. 

But here you were babysitting a watered-down martini, listening to the worst jokes to ever fall from her boyfriend, Ashton’s mouth.

His jokes were atrocious but he seemed like a pretty good guy. He was nothing like the rest of his rich trust fund friends. 

The worst one of all just also had to be his best friend. Ransom Drysdale was the man whore of all man whores and had a thing for long legs and a tight cunt and this wasn’t hearsay either.

He would literally announce what he was looking for and the group of friends would watch as all the desperate bimbos fell to his feet.

It made you want to cringe at how easy women fell for him. You couldn’t see the appeal in a guy like him and it wasn’t like you didn’t have the chance to either. 

Solana thought that it would be a good idea to set you up on a blind date with none other than Ransom himself.

To say the date was a disaster from hello was an understatement. There was not one gentleman bone in his body. 

He barely could keep his eyes off other women the whole time you were there and when he finally did pay attention to you, the cleavage nestled in your low-cut dress was all he could see.

A conversation with him was the most eventful thing of the night and well… him paying for everything was the only good part of the night. 

You had to laugh in his face when he tried to get more than just dinner and when you rejected his advances, something about you having a stick up your ass slipped from his lips.

You called him a limp dick rich boy and the smile that spread across his face was filled with nothing but arrogance.

“One day you’ll eat those words, Angel…”

And in the present day, those words still lingered between the two of you. After that date from hell, whenever your paths would cross, you two at least had the cordial thing down.

But even during group outings, you would catch his eyes lingering on you for only a few seconds. Something about you being untouchable to him piqued his interest in you. 

He knew from that date that his usual antics wouldn’t work on you and that’s something that he loathed and admired at the same time. Not that he would give you the satisfaction in knowing that. 

Ransom had no idea how you were best friends with Solana of all people. Something about her made his skin crawl but Ashton loved her so it was out of his hands at that point. 

The moment he laid eyes on you the first time though? Instant butterflies and Hugh Ransom Drysdale doesn’t get fucking butterflies.

His initial thought was to sleep with you so that those pesky feelings would die down but you turned him down and well.

Just like you, he pretty much loathed these group settings. Nothing but a bunch of drunk screaming men and women who had too much time on their hands. 

This night was interesting enough but a little too high school for both you and Ransom. Everyone wanted to play truth or dare and you prayed to the heavens that you didn’t have to interact with Ransom in any way. 

There were more dares than truths and you and Ransom were staying clear from each other. That is until…

“Hey Ransom,” his slurred name coming from Ashton’s mouth. Ransom put down his glass full of amber liquid, giving his friend his full attention. 

Ashton glared at Ransom, a smirk creeping up his face, “Truth or dare man..”

Ransom wasn’t entirely experimental tonight and his safest bet was, “Truth..”

A chuckle slipped from his friend’s lips, but he wasn’t going to let Ransom off the hook that easily. “Alright playing it safe I see. Is it true that the only girl that you haven’t slept with, besides Solana, is little quiet mouse over there?” Ashton’s finger pointing at you as the rest of the group look between Ransom and you. 

You weren’t much of a drinker, but you sure knew how to get high and this was certainly about to blow it. What was any business of theirs anyway?

Ransom smirked, lifting his glass to take another sip of whiskey before placing it down and looking dead at you, “Yeah, that’s true. Poor little mouse is scared,” he shrugs, “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

You let out a cackle as you sit up, “I told you before, I don’t do limp dicks. Surprised you can get it up with the rest of your whores.”

The crowd breaks out in low ‘oooohs’ feeling the sudden tension in the air. But Ransom was the most amused of it all. 

“Yeah? I don’t remember any of em complainin’ either. Must have gotten your facts, wrong Angel. Admit you couldn’t handle me and we can be done.”

You throw your head back, trying not to laugh in his face, “Then I’d be lying, prick. Why don’t you admit that you only go for stupid bitches that only see dollar signs when they see you.

“Once again… I hear no complaints angel,” taking another sip.

You quirk your eyebrow at him, rising from your seat and walking over to his seated frame, “Yeah? Knowing where half of the bimbos have been, I’d get checked out if I were you Mr. No Complaints,” you give a small smirk, sashaying back to your seat before what he says next stops you in your tracks. 

“They’ve been exactly where you wanna be Angel. You’re just too much of a stuck-up bitch to admit it,” that was his first and only time calling you a bitch, and your high was immediately gone. 

You race back over to him, wrapping your fingers around the most hideous scarf that he owned, bringing him up to your face, “Let’s get one thing straight hugh,” you knew he hated that name, which made it all the more fun. 

Ransom grunts, almost speaking again until you tighten your grip, “Ah ah ah,” you say in a singsong manner, “Now it’s my time to talk pretty boy. You wanna fuck me? Earn it. I’m not gonna spread my legs for you at ‘Hello’”

Everyone is silent during this exchange, even Ransom was at loss for words and that never happened. 

You had him right where you wanted him and he was going to hear everything you said, “What’s wrong Hugh? Cat got your tongue or you’ve never been talked to like trash? Cause that’s what you are,” his constant glare made you beam inside. 

Having Ransom right where you wanted him was the ultimate icing on the cake. You both stayed like that for a few seconds before Ransom downed his drink and snatched away, standing up over you. 

His towering frame would scare anyone, but not you, and the heated gaze he had on you didn’t phase you one bit. He scanned the room of stunned people, some even carrying on fake conversations to not draw attention to themselves. 

Ransom wouldn’t give anyone the satisfaction of feeling embarrassed and did the best thing he could do, “I’m gonna get another drink… Ya done with your show or what?”

“Yeah,” you smirk evilly, “All done pretty boy.”

You take your rightful seat back watching Ransom walk away, everyone waiting for him to be at an earshot distance before everyone decided to talk again. 

Every one of his bimbos stared daggers into you while the guys were still stunned, having to pour themselves more drinks.

The only person to actually come up to you was Solana and even she had a disheveled look on her face, “Where’d that come from?” she asks looking behind you to make sure Ransom was still licking his wounds.

You shrug, not even the least bothered, “He wanted to play so I played better.”

“Don’t you think you may have hurt his feelings?”

“Fuck his feelings. He didn’t care about mine and Ashton’s on thin ice for that shit too,” you peeked over at him as he gave a lazy wave, rolling your eyes as you get up from your seat, “I’m outta here.”

The room was suffocating already as it is but to have a bunch of eyes on you wasn’t any better. You grab your belongings, making your way out the door until you sense movement from behind one of the room doors. 

Normally, you weren’t nosey but something about hurting the prick’s feelings got to you. For why? You had no idea. 

You look behind yourself making sure no one would see you before making your way to the half-cracked door. Faint sounds can be heard but you’re not sure until you push the door open slightly.

The sight you see is one you can’t take your eyes off of as Ransom sits in a chair fisting the most perfect cock that you’ve ever seen. But what takes you more of surprise is your name falling from his lips over and over. 

You should feel bad for invading his privacy but when he calls out your name so beautifully, well, you had to oblige him. 

You slide past the open down, closing it behind you and locking it. The sound click makes him freeze and you stand coyly against the wooden door, “Don’t stop on my account,” pushing yourself from the door and walking over to him. 

He still had his hand wrapped around his length, giving you the evilest glare. A chuckle passes your lips, “Oh don’t look like that,” you coo, dropping your eyes to his crotch, “Especially when you say my name so pretty.”

“Get the fuck —” his words are cut off by a groan the second you replace his hand with yours. 

You catch the change in his demeanor, smirking at him as you bring your face closer to his. You stroke him lazily, noticing the change in his breathing, “What was that? Who knew I could shut you up from touching this pretty cock. Probably the only thing pretty about you,” you mutter. 

“Shit,” he breathes, “Why — oh fuck,” you add purpose to stroking his cock, it stiffening more as a dribble of clear fluid leaks down, “Thought I was trash? What gives?”

You don’t give him an answer right away, enjoying making him putty in your hands. To make him crumble, you purse your lips together letting a long string of saliva down his thick length, relishing in the sharp breath he sucks in. 

Taking your time spreading it all over, you watch Ransom’s face contort, trying so hard to stay unbothered. But you could see it all in his expressions. 

“You are trash,” you whisper against his lips, stroking up and down adding pressure to his tip with each upward motion. “But even trash has a little treasure in it,” placing your lips to his ear, “You like being trash don’t you,” giving a heating kiss to his skin, “my trash…”

The air between you two was filled with thick lust. Each of you waiting on what the other would do. But it looked as if Ransom was going to give you full-on control.

And he wanted too…

Ransom took a big gulp, a shake in his voice, “Anything you want angel… use me,” the deep lowering of his voice sent shocks straight to your core and you were about to do exactly as he told you. 

You bring your face back to the front, smashing your lips to his letting him lean into you. Your tongues danced tongue sensually, him letting you take over him. Ransom groans in your mouth the quicker you stroke his leaking dick in your hands. 

The minute he placed his hand on your hip, you snatch away from him, backing away slowly until your back legs meet the edge of the bed. 

Ransom watched your every step, drinking in the pure dominance that you held over him. This is what he wanted. Sure the easy lays were fine, but you knew just how to handle him. 

“Come here pretty boy,” you croon over to him. With a quickness, Ransom rises from his seat, stalking over to you before your hand goes up, “Crawl… Make it a show for me..”

Ransom scoffs, he didn’t crawl for anyone. But you? He’d crawl all night. He begins to slowly rid himself of his coat and scarf, placing them on the once occupied seat before slowly descending down to his knees.

He places his hands flat to the floor, keeping those pretty blue eyes on you, his corded muscles bunching up through his sweater with every stride he takes. 

You look down at him, arousal pooling in your panties the closer he gets to you. He never looked so good as he did right now. The closer he got the harder your heart beat out your chest. 

Your demeanor stayed stoic not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how excited you were. If your pussy could talk, she would be screaming to hurry up already.

With three more quick paces, Ransom was in the valley of your thighs, looking up at you like the prettiest puppy ever. 

You place your finger under his chin, tilting his head up higher, boring your eyes into his, “Thirsty, puppy?” Ransom takes another gulp, nodding his head, “Nuh uh… words”

A faint whine bubbled from his lips before he spoke, “Yes… please..” 

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, releasing it a second later, you smile, “Please what pretty baby?”

This was it… Time to figure out just how far Ransom would go. 

With an audible gulp, his lips tremble, saying the one thing that sounded like music to your ears, “Please… mommy?”

You stand up, bunching your skirt past the swell of your hips, hooking your fingers in the straps of your drenched panties. 

You pull them down, placing the soaked fabric against his nose, your scent making his eyes flutter close as he chases your sweet smell. 

Snatching the fabric from his face, you sit back down, gripping his hair with one hand as you crash your lips to his in a bruising kiss, nipping at the swollen flesh. 

Ransom whimpers in your mouth, softly as you grip his strands taking your time to take in every part of him. 

With one quick motion, you guide his head between your legs, his lips attaching to your slick nub instantaneously. 

The act takes you by surprise as he wraps his plump lips around your clit, sucking you in like this life depended on it. You moan out gripping his hair tighter as he moans into your pussy, causing a delicious vibration all over.

You lean back, pressing your back to the mattress as Ransom lifts your legs over his broad shoulders, not taking his mouth off of you. 

Ransom releases your clit, dragging his thick tongue through your drenched folds, sucking your wetness in his mouth, looking up at you before spitting it back on your clit and sucking you back in his mouth, making you arch suddenly from the mattress.

“Fuckfuckfuck... just like that.. So fucking nasty,” you moan out as Ransom’s flickering tongue sends you closer to the edge. 

The coil winding tighter with every flicker, his slurps and sucks bouncing off the walls as the faint sounds of the others are heard from behind the door. 

If only they knew that Ransom was on his knees devouring you right now. They would have never believed it. 

Ransom shifts his body a bit, keeping his lips wrapped around you as he pushes his fingers into your tight hole, reaching up and curling his fingers just at the right spot, your mouth going slack letting him know he found what he was looking for. 

“Shit… you’re good for something after all,” you call out to him, causing him grunt against your slick cunt, sucking and licking your clit faster as stars appear in your eyes.

He was gonna show that all you needed was him tonight, his fingers pounding your weeping slit as your cry out from pleasure.

You almost scream his name but instead, it’s replaced with pleased moans and squeals fall from your lips as you get closer and closer.

Ransom can hear the change in your breathing, angling his fingers in the right spot, making you see nothing but stars as your orgasm comes crashing down. 

You cry out, “Puppy fuck! Yesyesyesyes,” his movements never stopping as he keeps pounding his fingers in and out until you gush out. 

He removes his fingers, attaching his mouth to your slit, drinking you hungrily, flicking your clit with his thumb making you cum twice… and a third time. 

You let a thin silent scream, your nipples perking up from the overstimulation. Ransom looks up at your contorted face, smirking into your folds as he releases his lips from you. 

He keeps your legs spread, pressing his lips to your inner thighs, “So sweet mommy,” he whispers against your skin, “So fucking sweet.”

You gain somewhat of a composure, reaching out weakly to him. He brings his face up to yours and you smile lazily at him. 

Cupping his face in your hands, you lick into his mouth, feeling your taste wash over your tongue. It was the right amount of you and him and it was amazing. 

But you weren’t finished with him yet.

With swift movements, you push his back to the mattress, straddling his lap, grabbing his slippery hard cock, and sinking down slowly.

You both shuddered at the first stretch, moaning out as you both connected, “Holy… fuck,” your mouth going slack at just how thick he was.

Ransom groaned from under you, taking your hips in his hands, “Fuck that’s good. So tight baby, shit,” his eyes fluttering closed. 

A quick smack to his cheek makes his eyes open back up, “Eyes on me pretty boy,” your voice low as you sink down the rest of his length until you’re seated fully. 

Your head is thrown back, breathing labored as you get used to his thickness. A whine snaps you from under you snaps you from your trance as Ransom begs you to move. 

Truth be told, he could have came the second you swallowed his cock, but he was going to stake his claim tonight.

Your hands go flat on his chest, feeling the soft threads of his sweater as you move your hips up slowly, gripping his dick with your walls, making him groan out. 

“Fuck that’s so good, just like that,” seeing him so powerless under you spurred your movements on, snapping your hips over his making the bed shake violently. 

Your walls sucked him hungrily with every rise of your hips, Ransom painfully keeping his still. He wanted to pull you to him and snap his hips up but you were the one in control.

He did everything in his power to not ruin that. You lean back, gripping his sweater with both hands, sitting him up as you ride him at a different angle. 

“Like this puppy?” you pant out, his dick kissing your cervix every time you drop back down. Your lips quiver and tighten with each punch as you bring your forehead to his, “Oh fuckkk,” you whine. 

Ransom grips the back of your neck and steadies your back with the other, “Come on baby use me. It’s what you wanted,” he grits out, holding you taut in his hands. 

He breathes against your lips you feel his cock start to twitch. You wrap your fingers around his throat, looking him dead in his eyes as you take him for everything he’s worth. 

Ransom grabs on to you tighter, whimpering against your lips, “Gonna… cum. Fuck!” 

You squeeze his throat tighter, “Beg me… Beg me puppy.”

And the prettiest sounds come from his lips as he speaks to you, “Please mommy? Fuck I’ve been good, so damn good. Give you fucking everything dammit you feel so good,” you squeeze around him one last time before nipping at his lips. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you plant small kisses to his face, “Use me to get off baby, come on,” he didn’t need to be told twice. 

Ransom grabs your hips, planting his shoes to the floor as he snaps his hips up, the tip hitting you at a bruising pace. 

“Fuckkk, fuck, you’re so god damn good. Milk my cock, please. I’m not coming without you,” That sent you over the edge as his dick touched your sweet spot. 

You gripped him tighter, screaming out as your most powerful orgasm hits you faster than ever, “Oh my fucking— shitttt yes puppy fuck!!” 

You gush down his twitching cock as he holds you tight, painting your silk walls with his spend, “Fuck meee mommy. That’s it milk your puppy, just like that.”

Both of you moan into each other’s mouths, riding out your highs at the same time. You keep tight around Ransom until you come off the cloud. 

Ransom lays back on the bed, taking you with him as you nestle tiredly against his chest. He looks down, the corners of his lips rising as he places a kiss on your forehead. 

Your eyes open up momentarily as you give him a half-smile, “Hi puppy,” you whisper faintly.

“Angel,” his voice filled with adoration.

You both lay there for what felt like an hour before moving your tired limbs. 

Ransom is the first to break the silence, “So… We’re gonna keep hiding or what?”

You shrug up at him, “It’s more fun letting em think we hate each other.”

Ransom chuckles, knowing sooner or later it will come out. But for now… “Yeah. Wouldn’t want them to know you’re soft on me.”

That makes you scoff, “You’re soft on me.”

Ransom leans down pressing his lips to yours, “And don’t fucking forget it, angel.”

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Time Stands Still

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Words: 2k+

Summary: Time stands still for no one..

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions on pregnancy, angst, some timeline stuff, mentions of death

A/N: Let’s start this month off right! I thought about this idea for daysss and here we are. Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

Divider by @firefly-graphics

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

There are so many things that could change your life within seconds. Whether it be words or even a sudden event that you didn’t even see coming. Those life-altering things could change the person you were in mere minutes.

Staring at the two lines, one fainter than the other solidified your life then and there. The nerves ignited through your whole body and as you stared at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t have been happier.

You were happy… He was going to be even happier. Having the perfect man to share this experience with you was going to be the best time of your life.

Faint sirens could be heard outside but in this city, it was an everyday thing. The mirror reflected your happiness and what you thought were nerves felt different. Nausea began to set in and this didn’t feel like the same bile coasting up your esophagus.

The sweat forms at your brow, feeling the wetness coat your skin.

And then…

Your fingers are the first to disappear, eyes widening at the fact that something is in indeed wrong. With the other hand still intact, your try to dial his number because he could always make it right.

It was his duty to make everything right in the world. But how could you forget that he was out making the world whole again right now? You knew he wouldn’t answer. How could he?

Your reflection only showed half of you and then finally, the darkness consumed you...

Just like a blink of an eye, you were back. But the bathroom that you once called yours was a different color. That stick that changed your life was now gone and there were faint voices outside the door.

With shaky hands, you twist the knob to not only be met with a newly decorated space but a whole new set of people who you didn’t know.

The television showcased the news and the headline stated The snapped victims have returned…

Snap… Victims?

You read the date on the bottom right of the large screen device as it reads five years from the time you were originally in. This couldn’t be happening… You were gone for only five seconds.

Where was he? Was he alright? Was he “snapped” too? You needed to call him, he needed to know that you were back. But just like that stick, the only thing to contact him with was gone too.

Dread set in and you stood there, shaking as a whimper escaped your lips. Every set of eyes that were glued to the screen, were now glued to you as they eyed your trembling frame.

The woman seated in the recliner was the first to stand to her feet, “Hey how’d you get in here?!” she questions, raising her voice a bit but backing up at the same time.

Each person seated asked the same question and how could you even explain that this was your apartment? Or at least… It was your apartment five years ago.

How could time move so fast? You thought as that darkness only lasted not even ten seconds. You had to get out of there, clearly, this was no longer your home and these people looked just as frightened as you were.

With no words left for them, you sprint for the first door you see, sighing in reprieve that it was your exit out of there. Your shoes hit the tile quickly, making it to the elevator that had changed slightly but not so much.

You tap the down arrow repeatedly, waiting impatiently for the doors to open. It wasn’t like they were chasing you so what was the rush?

The sound of the bell calmed your nerves, the door opening to reveal no one in sight as you dashed between the double doors, pushing the button to close as you made the quick journey down to the lobby.

What’s usually a quiet front area, soon became chaos as people just like you argued frantically with the front desk manager, Simon, about new people being in their spaces.

You look over at the man, his face pale with shock, seeing just how many survivors there were.

Then he looked over at you, his eyes downcast for a second before going back to the sea of people. You and he had a quiet friendship. You were one of his favorites and to see you in the group must have broken his heart.

You had no time to give him more work than he had on his hands. All you knew was that you had to get out of there and quick. Time was definitely of the essence and it was your time to find him.

He would know just what to do… But where was he now?

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into two months. There became a surprising amount of help for the snapped victims. Jobs began to open and it was like the world was becoming normal again.

Starting anew was something that you didn’t think would be happening so soon, but you had bigger things to worry about. The growing life in your belly for one.

But something was still missing…

He was still missing to you at least. How come he never came to find you?

He suffered, that you know much of. A battle unlike any other battle in the world and he was at the forefront of it.

Although he and the others won, they lost a big part of them. The world was still in mourning and you kind of were too. The life that you once had was no more and bitterness grew that you had to muster for the sake of yourself.

You couldn’t let what happened to affect you to the point of anger. How did you know that he didn’t come looking for you? Couldn’t have been that hard either but you didn’t question it.

Maybe he lost hope the minute you were snapped. But something in you just couldn’t believe that. Part of you didn’t think that he would just give up so easily on you.

The night grew closer as you walked down the sidewalk from your new job. A scientific analyst you were just like before. Seems like the world needed more of those now than ever.

The city was particularly chilly and very much so with the winter days still appearing. You watched the many people walking in the opposite direction of you, smiles on their faces like all they knew was happiness.

There was envious jealousy churning inside of you but that wasn’t their fault at all. They were just… living.

Something that you needed to do in order to keep pushing on for the most important person in the world right now.

You wondered what features your baby would take from you and from him. Being so early in your term, you didn’t know whether a boy or a girl was growing inside of you.

All you knew was that he or she was going to be loved regardless, with or without him in the picture.

But when that stick showed those two lines, you had already pictured the life that you and he would have.

Right now, your little life was hungry and the smells of take-out wafted to your nose. The small establishment was coming right up the walkway and you had no energy to cook anything.

You stop at the glass door, making note of the hours just in case you wanted to visit again. Pushing the door open, you make it in the quaint place, grabbing a menu and taking a seat to see what you had a taste for.

The bell rang, signaling another visitor, but you paid no mind, too enthralled in the many different dishes that were listed.

Whoever it was, they were a pair. A happy pair at that as you heard the boisterous laughter.

That laugh… You could never forget it even if you tried. It was heavy and filled the entire restaurant. A chill ran up your spine and you dared not look.

But when those same golden locks came into your peripheral view, you just had to take a glance.

There stood in all his glory was the man that promised you the moon and the stars. He promised you that you were it but it looks like Steve Rogers was a liar.

How could he have promised you all those things but have another woman on his arm? He looked at her the same way he used to look at you and it made you sick.

The moment you looked up, no one else in the room mattered. It had been so long, maybe even longer for him but as you know, time stood still for no one.

“Steve?” your voice small but mighty, slipped from your lips. His back was facing you but you could see him still nonetheless.

The laughter stopped.

The woman on his arm frowned, seeing the shocked expression on his face. He hadn’t heard that voice in years. Searched for it even after everyone came back.

But it was like you were a ghost. He tried. He tried so hard to find you but with the strained hope he had, Steve could no longer deal with any more loss on his heart.

But that voice he searched high and low for was right behind him and he couldn’t even turn around to face you.

He knew what was to come and he wished that he would have tried harder to find you before breaking all the rules that time had to offer.

You repeated his name again but louder this time and he had no choice but to turn around.

Slowly his feet turned him around to see the pained look on your face. He said he would never hurt you and looking at you now, he knew he just broke his promise.

He scanned your entire appearance, just as beautiful as he remembered. The full pout of your lips that would purse just slightly when you were in full thought or the somewhat thin line they would go into when he did something dangerous.

Steve could see the age that wasn’t there. He noticed the fullness of your frame and it was like you got even more gorgeous after the snap. How he wished now that he didn’t go back.

You would be the one on his arm right now. He thought what he did was right but right now as he looks into your face, he knows he messed up.

The color in his face drained and the words he wanted to say were choked back.

“Steve?” the other woman called out to him, “Is everything alright darling,” one thing that you did know, she was not from here at all.

You look between both Steve and the mystery woman and as you look more into her features, you fully understand who she is.

Before you can even muster up the strength to speak, she does all the speaking for you both.

“Hello, I’m Peggy, Steve’s wife,” she holds out her hand but the admission to her title took you aback.

The bitterness and the anger that you had stored within you, climbed and climbed until the crack of your hand against Steve’s face brought you back to yourself.

His face held your handprint and as quickly as it came, it left. Peggy stood wide-eyed at the exchange, watching as Steve stood still.

There were no more words left to say and suddenly, you were no longer feeling the urge to eat.

You grab your purse and push the door completely off the hinges, looking back shocked at your own doing.

Even as you look back at everyone including Steve, their look of shock shakes you.

No way could you have torn a door off that way. Unless… No.. No that can’t be it…

But before you can realize the damage that you caused, darkness met you yet again.

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Mob!Au! You’ve developed a rather… unconventional relationship with the head bartender of the lounge in your office building. At first, you’d began going just to take the edge off after work, have a quiet place to finish up the remainder of the day’s paperwork where no one would bother you. And Ari… well, he was a much needed bonus. He never charged you for drinks—not even when you forcibly left cash on the table, it always found its way back underneath your office door every morning.

“It’s my bar, sweetness,” he’d say. “I charge who I want.”

😈

Whew this was.... You know my love for this man like no other.

He Always Answers

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Mob!Female Reader

Words: 1.4k+

Warnings: 18+ DNI, Explicit language, mentions of death, teensy bit of thigh riding, Ari Levinson is a whole warning let's just go with it.

A/N: Issa submission for @boxofbonesfic The Monkey's Paw challenge. Congrats heffa on 7k! I hope you love this and if you don't, be gentle! I'm just a baby! Like, comment, & Reblog! I hope you guys love it as well! ♥

Divider by @firefly-graphics

The night couldn’t have come fast enough. Being the right hand of the city’s most powerful man wasn’t an easy feat to say the least.

There was always something happening and you were the one to clean up the messes and keep everything in order. As Always…

Days like this were always the same. Wake up, see who wanted to fuck with the boss, and to make sure all the numbers were straight.

Salvatore Meroni could have gotten anyone. But he trusted you.

You were sharp with a gun and able to break down any discrepancy in the books like it was nothing.

Yet the night was always your favorite time. A little bar just around the corner always called to you like you belonged there.

Sometimes it felt that way as your feet brought you to the buzzing establishment almost every night.

The drinks were top notch but if you were to tell the truth, the hands making the drinks were what you were really there for.

Ari Levinson was a sight to look at and every time that bell rang announcing your presence at the same time every night, you were greeted with a small smirk from him that only you were privy too.

You were such a predictable visitor as he would always have your first drink right at the same spot you always sat at.

A Manhattan with just the right amount of Whiskey always welcomed you first. You never could understand how he got it so perfect each time.

As the night would dwindle on, you would always find yourself watching Ari clean up as you sipped on the last drink of the night, taking in every part of him.

His brown locks were always feathered perfectly, framing his face while his neatly trimmed beard complimented his hair.

At some points, you could even see specks of red in his facial hair, a sight you only got to see if the light hit his face just right.

Ari was a walking sin and you would have been a fool to not want to indulge.

His bar was your safe haven from all the work that you had to do and then some. The night always ended with some flirting, you telling him that he should live a little.

To that his only response was, “I’ve lived enough gorgeous. I may accept that offer one day,” his baritone voice always comforting you.

Like he was right there…

The flirting would end and you would wait until his back was turned to slap a few bills, more than you owed, and bid him a goodnight.

When the morning came around and you got to your office door, those same bills would be nestled neatly in an envelope and a simple message written across it.

My bar, my rules…

He would never charge you. He felt that it was an insult to accept your money. His bar was spoken for and everyone knew it.

Of course your presence caused the more unsavory people to stay and for that, Ari was grateful to you.

Those were your nights. How you wished that maybe the days would be just as amazing.

You could do what Salvatore could do twice as better in half the time. Which is why he kept you around. But being his clean up girl was becoming a little daunting to say the least.

Without you, he couldn’t handle this city if he tried. A shame the priesthood couldn’t see it. There were days where you wish that you could be queen.

Wishful thinking…

Or was it? Because as you stand behind the glass door of the morgue, a lifeless Salvatore laying on the metal slab, you had to think life was playing a sick joke on you.

Salvatore Meroni died in his sleep, no foul play, just natural causes. It was bullshit to you because he was the healthiest man you knew.

Sure he was stupid but he was conscious about his health. He was you friend, so the lump forming in your throat wasn’t too out of the ordinary.

Funeral arrangements were quick and the priesthood could find no one better to oversee the large city but you.

Life had a funny way of playing with you and as you walk away from the many mourners at Salvatore’s grave site, there was nowhere you would rather be right now than in front of a perfect Manhattan.

The ride to the bar was a blur as your mind swarmed with excitement yet, guilt. You shouldn’t be happy at a time like this. Not when Salvatore was laying six feet under.

But you couldn’t help it. Everything that you wanted was now yours and a celebration was in order. For life and for your new throne to this city.

As the bell rang as you pushed open the door, you were met with an eerie silence.

No one was seated or having a drink and the lights were dimly lit. Your brow furrowed in confusion as you stepped in, closing the door slowly.

You scanned the entire bar, hoping to see if there was any sign of life. But what you did see was that perfect Manhattan in your designated spot.

Slow clapping met your ears as you jumped, grabbing your gun from your holster.

You shoulders sagged in relief the minute that you saw the clapping coming from Ari.

“I hear congratulations are in order gorgeous,” that same smirk meeting you as you stand still in the center of the bar.

Ari holds on his hand to you, beckoning you to come closer and your feet moved to his direction as if he was doing it all on his own.

The small of our back met the soft back of the stool, thick fingers wrapping around the slim stem of the Martini glass as Ari brings the rim of it to your lips.

As soon as the amber liquid slid over your tongue, you drank until there was no more left in the glass.

“That’s it, gorgeous, you earned all of it,” the gravely voice mixed with pride. You swiped your tongue across your lips, tasting the remnants that were left, while Ari makes you another drink.

News of your reign were still private, not even the who’s who knew about it.

So how did he know?

The thought entering your head and pushed back out the minute another glass was set in front of you and Ari right beside you.

You didn’t even know how he got around the bar so quick but the whiskey flooding your mind coerced you not to care.

The rim of the glass is placed near your lips and again and you drink, gulping down the contents again, just like the first.

“How did you know?” a playful smirk coming across your lips, “Been watching me Levinson?”

His chuckle came out smooth as he cupped your cheek with one of his hands, stroking his thumb across your skin, “Always gorgeous… It’s hard not to.”

You lean into his touch, wanting it more now that ever and he could sense it from how you rubbed your cheek against the calloused skin of his palm.

A deep growl rose from his throat, his other arm reaching over to pluck you from your seat and on to his lap.

You let out a surprised gasp at his strength, sighing the minute his nose hit your neck, inhaling you.

The expensive fabric of your skirt rose up, allowing him to seat you right on the thick muscle of his thigh, causing a choked groan to pass your lips.

“You smell delicious, gorgeous,” he groans against your skin as your shudder in hold, warmth blooming in your core as the thin material of your panties become soaked.

Ari steadies your hips with one hand, his fingers pressing into your hot skin as he rolls your hips over his jean clad thigh.

A moan catches in your throat as your wrap your arms around his neck, opening your eyes to see a darkness that you’ve never seen before.

But you don’t move or can’t move. The minute you set you sight on Ari’s dark eyes, you were entrance.

“Wh-What’s happening?” you croak out, dropping your head to his as the coil tightening in your core comes stronger than ever.

Ari ghosts his lips over yours, rolling your hips faster as a sinister smile spreads across his lips.

“Everything you asked for Gorgeous.”

Confusion and lust sweep over you as you pant heavily, “I didn’t… hnngh.. Ask you for anything,” sweat forms at your brow and the slight burning smell fills your nostrils,

The dam between your legs threatens to break and as you’re about to meet your end, a tight constriction squeezes at your throat.

You let out a struggled gasp as Ari’s chest rumbles with laughter, “You should be more careful who you pray to gorgeous. It might not be God who answers….”

[geminixevans-stan]

Clyde

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of violence, minor death of a character, explicit language, allusion to smut.

Words: 499

A/N: Alrightttt this a short lil thing. @syntheticavenger decided to do an impromptu challenge with the nerds. Hope you like it and everyone else!

I do not consent to my works being plagiarized in any shape, form, or fashion.

The stench of copper wafted stronger into your nostrils the closer you approached the dimly lit kitchen. You knew it was unlike Michael, your husband to leave you in bed alone for so long.

His absence roused you slowly from your sleep, feeling his side completely empty. The closer you get to the threshold, the stronger the smell was, knocking you almost to your knees.

The light flickers on to your dismay and there was Michael, slumped, head lolled to the back and crimson leaking from the wide gash in his throat. You sneered at the sight, bringing your hand to your nose to block the smell.

You knew one day he would meet his demise and you would be lying to say that you were hurt by it. Wasn’t like your marriage was conventional at the least. Forced to marry this piece of shit when your dad signed a deal with the devil and here he laid…

Bound… like you used to be.

Hell, at least you’d be set for life. He was a piece of shit but, a rich piece of shit. Whoever gave you the pleasure of freedom, you could have thanked them over and over.

“Told you I’d come for you dollface,” the deep timber came from behind you.

Your blood ran cold and your body felt like lead at that voice…

The voice you thought you would never hear again. Your father made damned sure of that.

But how could he be here when… Of course, that man lies like no other. He would have definitely lied about getting rid of the one man that set your whole body on fire.

Thick arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your back against a broad just and a hard cock. Your head instantly fell back to where it belonged, hand coasting up the back of his neck and lightly scraping his scalp.

His head dipped down, lips littering kisses at the apex of your neck, shuddering at the sensation as that familiar low growl filled your ears.

“Andy,” you let out breathlessly, feeling his grip tighten around you. If it was one man that would tell you the truth, it was him.

He let out a small hum, nipping at the shell of your ear as you let out an audible gasp, “I’m here baby,” he whispers running his hand up your sheer camisole, cupping your breast and running his thumb over your pert nipple.

You get lost in his touch, letting all the memories flow back into you from the love you two shared. It must have been hell for him as much as you. The desire bloomed in your core, breath hitching from your throat being constricted.

“Missed me?” He asks, you feeling the smirk against your neck.

You still…

Eyes fluttering open, looking at the mess. You push from him, turning around to see his unchanged face, pupils blown wide.

“Fuck yes,” you growl, pressing his chest, making his back hit the wall.

[geminixevans-stan]

Time Stands Still Master List

Main

Part 1

Drabbles

Fix It | One Chance

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Bare Pages Masterlist

Chapters

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Extras

Who Done It?

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Bare Pages - Part 2

Pairing: Professor!Ransom Drysdale x Black Female Reader

Words: 1.9k+

Summary: Some old memories can never just be left alone.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of murder and previous sexual assault, explicit language, smidge of fluff

A/N: andddd we already have a part 2! I won’t lie, I’m so invested in this story and I can’t wait for you all to be too! Like, comment & reblog. Enjoy! ♥

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Part 1

Series MasterList

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

No matter how early or on time you were for reading and literature class, the front rows were already packed the minute you got there. Didn’t matter to you much because you were fine being in the middle. You weren’t trying to gain the attention of the Professor and from the looks of things, he didn’t care about the looks he got every time he walked into class.

It was like any other day, him going over a few literary works, the clock going by fairly slow as you leaned in a bit to listen to him talk. The only time you have ever seen him remotely animated was when there was a book in his face.

Even then it wasn’t some phenomenal show that captivated you the way it did the others. You’d have to admit, he wasn’t an ugly guy but to say you wanted to bone him was the last thing you wanted to do. Honestly, you haven’t even had the desire to do anything close to that after…

“It’s okay honey,” whispered John, your second foster father. His hands roaming your bare legs as he inched closer and close up to you, “It’ll feel good I promise…”

It felt like just yesterday when you were taken without permission. The image still haunting you a few days out of the month. You thought about therapy but the last time someone tried to “help” you ended up in a facility with restraints around your wrists and ankles for 48 hours. Talk about being helped right?

Your mind snapped back to the lesson at hand, listening to the constant whispers in front of you. Nothing out of the ordinary, just the same girls make more thirsty comments about a man who clearly stated he would rather eat sand than touch them.

At some point, you would think once he gave them that clear indication that they would stop but, these girls were ruthless. Whoever told them that sleeping their way to the top was easy, should have told them the truth. But what do you know?

Time was winding down and just as the bell was about to ring, you hear your name being called from the front of the class. You look over in the directions as your professor stared back at you.

You straighten yourself up against your seat to answer back, “Yes Professor Drysdale?”

“I need to see you after class. Nothing major just something quick,” He informed you and right after his statement, you could hear the lovely Samantha retort.

“Looks like someone’s in trouble,” she says low enough but of course you heard it clear as day.

You leaned forward over your desk, tapping her on the shoulder, “Don’t worry your little head, It’s just business,” leaning back to gather up your things. She glared at you, something else that she wanted to say lingering on her lips. Before she could open her mouth again, the bell silenced her along with the shuffle of bags and feet tracing down the stays and out the door.

The last of the students were out the door before you moved from your seat, walking down and in front of the Professor’s desk. Up close you could smell the woodsy scent mixed with… raspberry? There was a faint sweetness to it that you couldn’t put your finger on but the man had taste. You watch as he stares intently at the screen, stopping to look at you,

“Have a seat. I wanted to talk to you about your essay. I’ll never sugarcoat anything and I read every word and… I call bullshit.”

Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, hoping you didn’t just hear what you thought you did. Bullshit. He called your personal essay bullshit. As you clutch on the strap of your backpack, you give him a pointed stare, “I’m not sure what you mean Professor Drysdale. The assignment was to write why reading and writing was important to me. That seems like a personal assignment don’t you think?”

Ransom leaned back in his seat, staring up at you, “Yes it is personal. But, this unicorns and rainbows piece that you tried to pass off? That’s not you and I’ve watched you.”

“And how would you know that? Not like I’ve spent even a second in your personal space. You don’t know me to say what’s important to me.”

The nerve of him to try and analyze you while he sat on his well-deserved high horse. He may have been a renowned author, but he didn’t know shit about you.

Ransom knew he didn’t exactly know you but he knew enough to know that there was something deeper in you that turned you into wanting to be a writer. He’s read your works in high school and it was far from what you wrote in your essay. The fact that such a young mind had short works like this stunned him. So yeah, he was going to test you.

He didn’t care how he did it or how mad you got, he was going to get you to be real with yourself for once, “That may be true. I don’t know you that well. But there is something else there and it definitely isn’t what was written here. Do it again. I’ll even give you a week to actually write something worth reading,” his decision was final. But he wasn’t going to get the last word in.

Tilting your head a bit, you keep your eyes locked on him, “I don’t know what else you think you’ll get from me. You wanted something personal and that’s what I gave you. I’ll do it but don’t be surprised when it’s the same thing in a different format. Have a nice day Professor.”

And just like that you turned away and walked out the door. You wouldn’t let him or anyone see you fuming. Because why would anyone care? It was just best you saved all the temper until you got back to the dorms. Bullshit… He actually called your essay bullshit.

You could have said your work was better than any book he put out but you would have had to actually read one to know. Having his comment on your brain would only keep you distracted from your other classes for the day. So you stuffed it down with everything else and made your way on to the next class.

The night was filled with a cheesy show on tv in the background as you completed everything that need to be done for the day. You were still perplexed at how your essay could have been anything but stellar so, you decided to pull it back up again. As you began to read the first paragraph, you felt the buzz from your phone going off and your mother’s face popping up on the screen for a facetime.

You had to admit that you were missing her and your dad and you had been so busy that you didn’t even have time to ring them at all. Pushing the laptop aside, you picked up your phone and pressed the green button to answer. Not only were you met with her face, but you were also met with your dad, both of them beaming at you.

“Hi, mom! Hi dad!”

“Hey, baby girl” “Hi sweetie,” they say simultaneously. Your dad gives you his knowing look and you try so hard not to burst out in laughter.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. But you guys should have warned me that college was gonna be a job in itself.”

“Oh, I told you,” your father laughed, “You just thought you were almighty and that you had it in the bag. How’s it been treating you?”

Your mother chimed in right after, “Tell us everything! We miss your face so much around here.”

The conversation goes on as you tell them about the first week and how you already had to speak your mind maybe once or twice in class. Your mother gave a light scolding look but your father, the ever so fierce one was proud to know that even from miles away, you still didn’t take anything.

You almost let the ordeal from earlier slip out but you wanted to handle it in your own way. This time was meant to catch up with the ones you loved and you didn’t want to put a damper on the conversation. Why would you want to bring them into something so trivial? If anything, your professor didn’t know what the hell he was talking about.

Your parents kept you talking for a good 45 minutes before you let them know that you had to finish some more assignments. This was just what they needed.

To see your face and know that you were okay. But to be honest, you were never okay. You just did a good job at masking it. Something that you learned year after year when life dealt you spoiled milk instead of lemons.

With your daily homework and things done, you climb off the couch grabbing your remote to flick to the nighttime news. A habit you picked up when you became to be adopted.

Your dad would always watch the news before going to bed, his excuse being that you never know what people are up to. Which was true and you were definitely a witness to that.

You walk towards the fridge, opening it to take out the leftover pasta that you made last night when you heard the familiar name that you tried to escape from.

Tomorrow marks the 20th anniversary of the Warner Massacre that claimed Phillip, Carrie, Adam, Lily, and baby Aiden. Their murders shocked the entire state of Massachusetts, the culprit to never have been found. To commemorate the untimely passing of such a loving family, our former newswoman turned author, Monica Shepherd goes into detail in her new book “The unfortunate five” about just what happened all those years ago. She was the first on the scene as the bodies of every victim were wheeled out, Monica questioning the police officers and even the sole survivor…

Your blood boiled as every word was said. Looking at the screen, you remember her face. Her pushing a microphone to your face as the large light from the large camera, blinding your eyesight. Her voice was the first one that you could make out the moment you were taken from the house.

The yellow tape covering the front yard that you once played in. It was all coming back to you and you felt the tightness in your chest, as you slid down the wall, taking quick breaths.

This wasn’t some celebration! Your life was ruined and she got to make a book about it. The anger boiled as the tears spilled down your cheeks. You had no one to help. No one to call for help or to tell you it was going to be okay. Of course, you could call your parents but they would just be a reminder of just why they had you in the first place.

With shaky movements, you crawl over to the counter, grabbing the remote and quickly turning the tv off before falling to the floor and curling yourself in a ball.

“Stay here sweet girl. I’ll be back I promise….” Your mom said with shaky breaths, closing the closet door to encase you in the dark. You heard the screaming and the multiple shots, shooting your hands to your ears until you could no longer hear anything.

You waited and waited for her to come back but…

She never came…

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Pairing: Professor!Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

Words: 2.1k+

Summary: They say closed mouths don’t get fed. But opened mouths suffer consequences.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, angst, mentions of therapy, explicit violence, mentions of past murders

A/N: I missed this series so much! It was time to let yall in on the aftermath. . Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

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Just as Ransom promised, your parents were by your side quicker than expected. The somber looks on their faces made your insides churn because the last thing you wanted was pity. You knew that they didn’t pity you per se, but they were always careful with you.

They spent the entire night with you, urging you to take a few days off from classes. This was one suggestion that you decided to follow, knowing that the campus would be in a frenzy for a good week.

You decided to go back home, where you felt semi-safe to just unwind, be away from the chaos that you never even caused. The anger still coursed through your veins and it was the audacity of the media that did it.

For two whole days, the news station ran the story of your attempted escape and the reviews were highly mixed, to say the least. Some were on the side of the media, stating that it was time for you to let go of the past.

Others called Monica a deplorable scumbag for even running after you that way. But one thing that was for certain, none of it took away the constant images that filled your mind, day in and day out.

Your parents suggested therapy time and time again. And every time you would refuse because why would you pay money for someone to tell you something that you already knew?

But as the days went on, therapy didn’t sound so bad. You were young and lived through more than someone your age shouldn’t have to endure. You were tired of this constant panging in your chest. The fire that filled your nerves every morning started to get old.

Waking up in cold sweats every other morning was beginning to annoy you and as your past started to get closer and closer, the images and sounds from that night were becoming more clearer.

This morning was no different but at least you were home and in your own bed. You had to wake up earlier since Andy would be visiting to go over all the details before sending out subpoenas.

You had to give it to him, he was working day and night to make sure you got the justice that you deserve with this particular case.

The house smelled of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee beans. You knew your mom was already in homemaker mode since Andy was arriving soon. You walked into the kitchen, slightly shuffling your feet as you watch your mom pour the last drop of batter into the pan.

She turned around, watching you take a seat as she beamed at you, “Morning baby, ya hungry?” she asks with a voice full of hope. It wasn’t a secret that you weren’t eating much. Your stomach grumbled at the spread on the table and you decided to give in this time.

You nod, “You know my weakness. I can’t resist bacon and you know that,” you say in an amused tone. Your mom chuckles in accomplishment. Sneaky woman she is.

“You got the from your old man,” boomed your dad’s deep voice as he made his way into the kitchen. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before giving your mom the same before taking a seat next to you.

Your mom placed the last cooked pancake on the platter and setting it down on the table when a knock on the door was heard.

Silence fell throughout the kitchen as your dad gave you a concerned look, “You okay?” you nod because you were ready to get this over with. He squeezed your shoulder lightly, “Alright let me got get the door.”

Your mom placed three mugs on the counter not even giving you because coffee was your enemy. You both sat down at the table as you heard a new voice come into hearing distance. There stood Andy in a tailored suit to kill for and a briefcase that you knew meant business.

“Good morning Washington family, this shouldn’t take long. Just some sign-offs and everything should be handed out by the end of the day,” he assured, sitting opposite of you.

Your mom raised a mug to Andy, “Coffee?”

Andy smiled, wanting to be the perfect house guest, “Yes please, Mrs. Washington. The food looks fantastic. I usually don’t have time for a full spread like this.”

Your dad begins to chime in, “Oh me either, this is all because and I’ll quote my wife, “That Barber sure is handsome,” he says mockingly in her voice.

You stifle a giggle while your mom looks absolutely mortified, “That’s not what I said!” your dad gives her a look, “Well I didn’t lie,” she says pointedly while setting the coffee mug in front of Andy.

His cheeks turn a tinge of pink before clearing his throat, “Right, well,” he takes a sip of coffee, “Let’s get down to business,” he pops open his briefcase, pulling out a semi-thick manila folder, “So the charges that I can pin on Monica and the news station is assault, stalking, invasion of privacy, tampering of evidence, and bribery..”

You look up, “Tampering of evidence? What was touched,” you ask urgently. There had to be a way that she knew where you were.

Andy flips a page, pushing the copy to you, “It seems that Ms. Shepherd wasn’t as sneaky as she thought she was. Didn’t take too much to find the person that sold your whereabouts to her.”

You read over the report, names and all. Apparently, she paid off a dirty cop to dig into your files. A lump formed in your throat as you clutched the paper in your hand.

The bitch went to great heights to find you and you were going to make her wish she never did.

“So what do I need to do?” you ask, pushing the paper back to Andy.

“Just that you’re fine with those charges and your signature. I will say, this will be a high-profile case. I’ve made provisions on your behalf and the university to not have any media within 1000 ft of the campus.”

Great… more news on your past. But it was time to end this once and for all. You took a deep breath, shutting and opening your eyes slowly, “I’ll sign..”

Andy gives you a curt nod, splaying the needed papers in front of you and giving you a pen. You sign each line carefully with purpose, not even waiting for the ink to dry before giving the papers back to Andy.

He gathers them up, placing them back in the folder, “Before I go, as your lawyer and as a father myself. Have you thought of therapy?”

Your parents look at each other and then back at you.

Your mom speaks up, “Oh no she-“

“It’s ok mom. Before this? No. But now, I’m open. I can’t keep living like this,” the tears prickle the corners of your eyes, “I’m so tired… I want to be normal or…” you let out a shaky breath, “I need to get their murders out of my head.”

Your dad is the first to envelop you in his arms as you finally let them see you break.

Andy almost reaches over, catching himself, “Sam Wilson is the best, I’ll reach out with his information by the end of the day. Have a better rest of the day you all.” Your mom gets up to follow Andy out of the door.

A week had passed and you were back on campus. News had already been swarming around of the upcoming case against Monica and you could care less how she felt about it.

It was time for you to get back to classes and some form of normalcy and much as your mom didn’t want to let you go that morning, you had to go.

The spring warmth was something else, but it beat the chilling winter. You sat in Literature doing your best to catch on to everything that you missed. Ransom would send you assignments and notes but not urging you to finish them until you got back.

But like the rebel you were, you finished each assignment the same day they were given. Something caught Ransom by surprise. No one saw what he saw while you laid in that hospital bed. No one heard you mumble “make it stop” in your sleep but him.

He watched you like a hawk until your parents arrived and the pull to stay was strong. Ransom wanted to take away all your pain and it pissed him off that he felt this strongly for a student. Was it pity? Guilt? That’s what it had to be. There was no other way around it.

Ransom wasn’t the least surprised to see you in class the following week. He knew trying to announce your arrival would just cause more attention than what you already had on you.

He lectured class, as usual, waiting for the bell to ring so that he could at least check on you. His prayers were answered the minute the dismissal bell blared, watching the sea of students pack up including you.

As you put your laptop into your bag, slinging it over your shoulder, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn around and it was none other than the dull thorn in your ass… Samantha.

You let out an unbothered huff of air, “Hi Samantha, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I just wanted to tell you to watch yourself. That stunt you pulled with my aunt was a bitch move.”

You roll your eyes at her, “And your aunt is who?”

Samantha crosses her arms, “Don’t act like you didn’t know Monica is my aunt.”

Your eyebrows lifted because this was news to you, “I definitely didn’t. But she had it coming. Have a good day,” turning around and walking to the stairs.

Samantha began to walk closer behind you opening up her mouth once more, “It's not her fault you can’t get over a little murder. You survived, didn’t you? Get the fuck ov-”

She didn’t even get to finish her sentence before your fist connected to her teeth hearing an audible snap. The leftover crowd pulled out their phones, recording the aftermath.

Ransom ran up the stairs shouting, “Hey! Move away Tyson,” he says to you pushing you behind him, “And you,” pointing to Samantha, “Get up!”

Samantha groaned, getting pulled up by her friends, “She needs to be arrested!”

“That won’t happen now, will it? Had you shut the fuck up, you would still have your front tooth intact. Everyone saw it. Who do you think side they will be on?”

The students murmur amongst themselves. Ransom turns around, “Don’t you heathens have other classes? Make your way to them. Now.”

The room emptied quickly as you stood there, fists still clenched and tears streaming down your cheeks, “Can I go now?”

Ransom looks over at you, “Yeah… Yeah. Just don’t punch anybody else okay?”

You roll your eyes, “Whatever..”

“Hey… I wasn’t asking. Matter fact. Samantha, you go and deal with that mouth. Tyson, you stay.”

Samantha scurries out not giving you one glance as she runs out the door.

You look over at Ransom in shock, “Why the fuck does she get to go?!”

“Sit”

You cross your arms over each other, “No”

Ransom turns fully around to your, easily towering over your frame, “Sit. Down,” his voice laced with authority.

You don’t know what it was. Maybe you did need to sit down. But you glared up at him as you slowly sit in the nearest desk.

Ransom let out a breath of frustration, raking his fingers through his hair, “What happened to therapy?”

“How did you…?”

“You know how. Answer the question”

You lean back in the chair, “First session is tomorrow. Therapy or not, I still would have done the same thing.”

Ransom couldn’t blame you. Even he wished someone would punch that annoying girl in the mouth. But he didn’t want it to be you, “You realize this could be worse now right?”

You roll your eyes up to his crystal blues, “What’s worse than hearing your family being murdered professor? This is light… I don’t care what I have to go through to get this to stop!”

“Yeah? Fighting isn’t what you need to do. You wanna blow some steam off? Meet me at the library tonight. Trust me, I want you to get from under this dark cloud that you didn’t ask for just like anybody else.”

You wanted to say no but what exactly were you doing besides wallowing?

You shift in your seat, blowing out a frustrated breath, “What time?”

“7PM… Don’t waste my time.”

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Cadouri (Teaser)

Welcome to what is to come! To celebrate my 1 year on this hellsite, I've decided to gift you all with something so sinful that even I am excited to see what is in store.

There will be 3 Parts! Each part will be posted 1 week apart.

Some fun: You can get in my asks to guess who I have to give the reader everything she needs and more. I will give out hints day after day until I post each part. I'll be waiting...

Presenting: Cadouri ♥

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI, This fic is pure filth. More warnings to come

Teaser:

This small card sat on top of the white box wrapped in red ribbon. Every single item smelled just like him. But he was nowhere to be found and it was pissing you off. He had never left you alone for so long and your body longed for him.

Every fiber of you ached and you needed him to come calm the fires within you. As you read the three words scribbled in his handwriting, you knew he meant every single one.

Sliding the red ribbon off the box, you take of the top, revealing a lingerie set that you knew cost more than one before. The soft fabric held your favorite color and it left nothing to the imagination.

This was his way of making up being away from you so long and though it still didn’t calm that ache, it was a start.

The smells of eucalyptus kissed your nose as you slipped on the two pieces, fixing them on your body as your marveled at yourself in the mirror.

You were satisfied with your look, putting your hair up and pinning it in place. The door opens and out comes a man… a god maybe, feathered locks framing his face and hands that looked like they knew what they were doing.

He stood at the door, eyeing you up and down before setting his attention to your face, “Evening ma’am. Ready for phase 1?”

Part 1 will be posted on 7/12/2022.

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Bare Pages - 3

Pairing: Professor!Ransom Drysdale x Black Female Reader

Words: 3.7k+

Summary: Reader just can’t get away from her past and for that, she’s the one that pays the price.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions previous sexual assault, explicit language, angst.

A/N: Part 3 is here! Where are the words coming from?! Like, comment & reblog. Enjoy! ♥

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Where do you go when the world is literally swallowing you whole?

A question that you have yet had an answer for because you still don’t know how to cope when things get rough. Just hearing their names after all these ears makes the will to breathe hard and the weakness in your limbs to appear. So where can you go? Where has your happy place gone?

You remember so long ago the light that used to be in your innocent eyes and on occasions, it flickers. A dull shine maybe. The cold tiled floor became your bed the previous night. Your tears leaking at the white marble as each and every scream played in your head over and over.

But it was time to get up and there was a small relief that it was the weekend. You get up slowly, feeling the soreness in resting on the hard floor, your joints popping a bit.

The silver laptop comes in your sight and you had the urge to just… write. To get everything out because if a bitch who could profit from your pain, it was time for you to spill it. If Professor Drysdale wanted to know why words were your happy place, then he better buckle up. It was time to tell your truth or at least the superficial truth.

He didn’t know you well enough to even know what your favorite color was, let alone know all the pain that your life held. Sure, the years after your adoption were comfortable, but you still had that knife stuck in your heart that would forever be there.

As you got yourself together in the bathroom and made a smoothie, because physically eating was too much right now, you open the laptop, powering it on and pressing your fingertips to the keys until you were satisfied.

Once you were done, the word count was well over five thousand. But it was your truth and Drysdale was going to either take it or leave it.

The double doors of the Thrombey estate pushed opened as Ransom was granted by Fran, his once least favorite person in the world. It took so many years for him to treat “The Help” like actual people but he did it. He was so much of a better man than he was in the earlier years and he could only have Harlan to thank.

He gave her a curt nod, making his way to his Grandfather’s study for their weekly game of “Go,” a tradition that was once broken once a rift between him and Harlan transpired. For so long he didn’t understand why he was cast out with the rest of his family but as he looked at the better picture and months of therapy, his understanding improved.

Harlan heard the firm knock on his door, looking at the clock and smiling faintly at who he knew it could be. He granted the permission of the person behind the door, closing the small folder in front of him to greet his grandson.

If anyone was more proud of Ransom it would be Harlan. To see the man that was once a silly boy grow up to be just what he knew he would be was an accomplishment for the old man.

Since birth as Harlan held the chubby-cheeked baby in his arms, he knew that Hugh Ransom Drysdale was destined for greatness. He saw how inquisitive and curious he was even as a toddler.

Answering any question his grandson would give him because he knew that in this world, he needed to the truth. That didn’t stop him from letting him be a child and he wished that maybe he should have taken Ransom in his wing than his parents.

A boy who only knew nannies and not the love of his parents, grew up to be entitled and have no respect. But who could blame him in the environment that he was brought up in? Life dealt Ransom a silver spoon but an attitude that made him very disliked.

But the man that stood before Harlan now was slowly shedding that persona. He still was the asshole but to an extent. Ransom circled over to Harlan giving a small embrace before sitting in front of him, the “Go” board separating the two.

Harlan brought out the small satin bag, opening it up and dumping the black and white stones on the game board, “So tell me, Ransom, how’s life at the college these days?” he asks picking the white stones this round.

Ransom separated his black stones from Harlan’s watching the board for the first move, “Oh you know, same old, same old. Although for the first time in two years, a student has intrigued me.”

As Harlan laid the first stone, he quirks his eyebrow averting his sight to Ransom, whose focus was now on the board, “Have they now? Tell me about him or her,” he watches Ransom lay his first piece down.

He recalls your first draft of the essay, calling it a first draft because he knew better. Knew that wasn’t you and it was… unsettling.

“She’s hiding and I know that there is more to her than the sparkles she’s trying to portray.”

“And what makes you think that’s just not…. Her?” Harlan asks.

Ransom doesn’t know how to say or if he can. Protective of you in a way that he shouldn’t be. You’re just a student and still, you catch his cerebral attention.

“I see me in her. Not me now but me then and she’s hurting. I just want her to be truthful to herself,” he places his piece down awaiting the next move.

Harlan’s sight sets to the board thinking of just where to go as he scrunches his brows together, “You always wanted to know so much son. Her truth isn’t yours to push. You of all people should know that.”

“Her talent, grandfather, it’s… raw — hungry. Like she needs to write just as much as she needs to breathe,” he remembers the first time he read your writings.

It was unlike any other that he’s read, even rivaling his own grandfather.

Harlan could hear the fascination in Ransom’s voice. One of amazement and not just lust, “Still, you can’t push something like that. You will receive the answers every time.”

Silence befell the quaint office, both minds churning.

As Ransom laid his piece down he broke the silence, “She’s a hard one, I’ll give her that. Her life has been filled with tragedy.”

Harlan chuckled, watching his inquisitive grandson, “And you think she needs to be truthful about that? Ask yourself what do you gain? Is this for you or for her?”

Silence again as Ransom tries to think what he’s really pushing you for.

“It’s nothing that I want to gain. More of what I want her to break from,” his voice filled with a surprising softness.

With his piece put down, a capturing Ransom’s, Harlan looks up at him, “Then don’t push. Let her come to you and let her lead the dance. This is her story and if you try and tear at the pages she won’t bend. Her book will close and you won’t get to read anymore.”

Ransom knew out of all people what forcing would do. He didn’t like when Harlan was right, which was most of the time. But he would take his advice as he always had done.

The conversation died as the game went on. This time Ransom genuinely won and he bid his grandfather a good rest of his day.

He ventured off to his home, walking into his office as he opens the page on his computer to start his grading duties.

What catches his eye is just what he asked of you earlier in the week. You promised him the same as before but as he opened up the file and began to read, he noticed that he was no longer breathing as he took in every word typed.

You had to be some kind of masochist or loved to live in your pain. But as you watched the woman sitting across from the interviewer on tv.

Her face was the same but weathered, grays sitting at the roots as she went on about what really happened that night. As if she was was there.

“It was gruesome really,” Started Monica Shepherd, recalling her account of your tragedy.

“I was first on the scene, asking questions that were left unanswered. But then I saw her. The girl that lived is what I call her. She was numb and I tried to ask what she knew,” her face feigning at a fake somber look.

The interviewer listened intently as she went on and on and the more she talked, the more you wanted to burn everything in sight.

How was she able to talk about you? She wasn’t in that closet with you as you hear bang after bang. The pleas for help turned into silence.

Monica wasn’t there and she didn’t have the right to act like she was.

These walls were getting to annoy you and it was time to leave. Where? You didn’t know.

But as you dressed and walked out the door, a bar was in your sights. But forgetting that they wouldn’t let you in even if you begged.

You needed a distraction and what a better way than to go to the one place that was empty on a Saturday night — the campus library.

Taking the steps up the stairs to the place of silence, you pull the door open and walk through to lose yourself in something that could hopefully catch your eye.

It wasn’t entirely empty but empty enough that no one would pay attention to you.

While scanning the fictions section, dragging your fingers across the spines of books you passed, there was one that caught your eye.

One that was read to you every night by either your mother or father. Your eyes widen a bit, staring at the title and pulling it from the shelf.

You open it up, reading the words as their combined voices fill your head.

I’ll love you forever,

I’ll like you for always,

As long as I’m living

My baby you’ll be

Reading those words over and over, getting lost in their voices distracted you from the fat tears rolling down your cheeks and the figure standing at the end of the aisle watching you.

He shouldn’t be looking or even wanting to interrupt a private moment. But the streams wetting your face was something that he internally couldn’t bear.

Ransom stepped back quietly, moving slowly in order to not be seen. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to visit the library.

He didn’t like being around a bunch of people and Saturday gave him the opportunity to find new literature to torture his students with.

Torture would be the wrong word to him. But with the whiny groans that would come from their mouths, that’s what it felt like for them.

To him though, it was a way to get them to learn. Open their minds in ways they didn’t even know was possible.

He was deep in his research when he felt a presence behind him.

“Would think you would be as far away from this place on the weekend,” said a soft but weary voice.

Ransom turned around, finding you behind him, eyes a faint red but no signs of the tears he had just seen you shed.

He closed the book, turning fully around to take you in, “It’s not the campus. More so the students,” he answers, “And you? You should be with the rest of the horny mongrels right now. Not your scene I guess.”

You shrugged, not giving it much of thought, “It’s not in me tonight I guess. Plus, who needs friends?”

Ransom gave you a pointed stare, placing the book back in its respected spot, “Couldn’t hurt, you know. Maybe you could benefit from them than being in a library at night.”

Friends… Vile creatures, you thought. Those never came easy to you. Even when you didn’t feel like making them in the first place.

You give him a faint smirk, “I could say the same for you, Professor Drysdale. Seems like we’re both in the same predicament.”

“Which is where you’re wrong. I have friends. I choose to be here.”

“And you think I don’t?” you question, waiting for what he had to say next.

He crosses his arms over his chest, your eyes catching the corded veins under his skin. “I think you’re either bored or running from something. But both could be wrong and you just like being here.”

Giving him an indication that he could be right, you keep your face void of any emotion, “I just like it here. It’s quiet.”

“And your dorm isn’t? You have a pattern with bullshit,” he says, putting his hands up as your glared at him, “but I’m not judging this time. You redeemed yourself with your latest entry.”

Your face faltered a bit, quickly containing your composure. Sure, your redo was written out of pure emotion and you weren’t looking for praise. But that small preen still appeared.

What was common in the library — silence fell between you two. You knew that he couldn’t possibly know what today was and you weren’t in the business of sharing. Not with him — he seemed like an asshole anyway. No matter if he was impressed with your cry for help. Because that’s what it was and it seemed as if he couldn’t read between the lines.

Ransom studied your body language and it would have been unreadable to a normal person but he knew that stillness anywhere, “For what it’s worth? I see you a little bit better and know what you’re capable of. Don’t sell yourself short ever again.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek, still standing in silence. Him? See you? He couldn’t have seen a damn thing. No one could get you and you were fine going through life with that notion.

With enough courage to swallow the lump forming in your throat, you began to speak up, “Th-Thanks Professor Drysdale. I’m gonna get out of here, you have a good night,” your feet moving you before you even register it. You hold in your breath until you’re outside, hearing tires screech and bright lights.

A group of people rushes up to you, a microphone pushed to your face and a camera, upgraded from last time is pointed directly at you.

You try to back away as your movements are followed, stopping dead in your tracks when you see the one person making this day worse than it needed to be.

Monica Shepherd speaks your name, coming to your side as she drapes her arm over your shoulder, “I am here with the girl who lived 20 years ago,” she announces, turning her face to you, “It must be so hard for you,” she says in a comforting tone, “you lost so much and the world wants to know how you’ve been coping.”

You were stunned, speechless even. The nerve of here to even be in your face right now. How the hell did she even find you? Your last name was changed a long time ago and there was no way anyone would have noticed.

The blinding light burned your eyes as you turned away, ripping from her grasp as you tried to run away again. Multiple footsteps followed you, getting closer, your breath becoming labored again. The more they chased, the sloppier your steps became.

You take one wrong step, tripping and hitting your head as the world starts to go black…

Shuffling feet and an incessant beeping is what brought you back to the land of the living. Your eyesight was blurry as ever, but that same woodsy sweet scent lingered. Feeling the mattress under your fingers, you try to get up but are met with the pounding pain on the left side of your head.

You can make out a faint irritated tone outside the room, squinting to keep the light from your eyes. Two pairs of broad shoulders were turned away from you, one in a suit and the other in the familiar sweater.

Whatever they were talking about couldn’t be made out and the pounding knot kept you from wanting to do anything else. You sat up groaning from soreness as both heads snapped in your direction.

Ransom was the first to walk over to you, surveying you speaking softly, “It’s okay no need to move. You took a nasty fall, no fault of yours might I add”

You look at Ransom, confused as to why you were even here. Then the images flooded back and what was confusion turned into anger. Pushing yourself, Ransom pushes you back down gently.

Giving him a death glare, “Let. Me. Go.”

Then, another voice came into play, one that you didn’t know of, “That won’t be necessary,” informed the man in the suit. He had the same features as Ransom but sported a well-kept beard.

The more you looked at him, the more he started to look more familiar. Your eyes widened as the same person whose pic was hung up at Barber Hall was standing in front of you.

He looked at you with such softness but still a fierceness at what you just went through, “Andrew Barber. Andy or Mr. Barber is fine. I’m here on behalf of Mr. Drysdale for you. What happened tonight was a breach of privacy and definitely assault.”

You look in between both men and all you wanted was the world to finally swallow you whole. This couldn’t be happening. Lawyers and court were something that you were so tired of.

With every investigation of the massacre, you became disappointed and no longer wanted to step foot in another courtroom ever again, “No one touched me. Why are you here again?”

Andy gave you a soft smile, leaning against the wall a bit, “That may be true, but had they not been chasing you, then you would be here. That’s assault and for that, with your permission, they need to pay. Mr. Drysdale will be taking care of the expenses and you have nothing to worry about.”

If you had a dollar for every time someone told you that you had nothing to worry about, you would be a freaking millionaire.

You try to sit up again but to no avail, the headache was too much and you were becoming tired again.

“I just want meds and to sleep,” you say, “And my parents… I need to call them.”

Ransom was the next person to speak, “No need. They’re on their way. Seems as though they saw what happened on the news and I also notified them. They should be here in the next hour or so…”

This is what you were trying to avoid… The weakness. No one was supposed to see you like this. But you were grateful. You looked up at Ransom, “Thank you, Professor Drysdale and you too Mr. Barber,” the lump in your throat began to form again, “No one was supposed to find me. It was what I wanted. If anything, I want to know how that happened…”

Andy nodded at you, picking up his briefcase, “That I can do. The assault charges too?” you give him a slow nod, “Okay. When I have something, I will let you know, get better.”

Ransom showed Andy out the door, coming back to sit in the chair beside you. It didn’t dawn on you that he sat with you until now and you didn’t know what to make of it really. It was out of pity, you were sure of it.

Looking over at him, you let out a dry laugh, “Guess you know my secret now huh?”

How could he tell you that he already knew? That he pushed you because, by that fact alone, he knew you were still hurting.

His eyes cast down and back up to you. He wasn’t about to be another person that lied to you, “I’ve always known… and no I didn’t go looking for it.”

You stare at him, the words trying to form. Too many lies have been told to you, even the one thing you asked to hide wasn’t even done right.

“How long?” you ask.

Ransom took a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair, “Since the first day. I see so much of myself in you and then your writing from high school. It caught my attention,” you keep your eyes on him as he went on, “I looked at your file and saw your old and new last name,” he took another look at you, “That’s why I knew you were selling yourself short. I can see it in your eyes that you’re still hurting.”

You take a gulp, muttering, “You don’t know…”

“I know enough…

Your head shot up at the audacity, “You don’t know shit! What, you think because you know who I really am that you know? I can assure you that you don’t know half of what hurt is. You haven’t had to hear your family die, be shipped from home to home, and have your body be used over and over!”

Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, becoming more irate at how unmoved he was, “This doesn’t bother you! Why should it? You’ve been handed everything your whole life! But know me?! Let’s face it. You only know what the news told you and that was bullshit!”

The air between you was thick but Ransom let you continue, “You… you c-could never know,” your voice trembling with each syllable.

On the outside, Ransom seemed Stoic, but his insides were boiling. Not at the fact that you were yelling at him but you were beyond hurt and it wasn’t even your fault.

He stood up watching the tears fall the more you speak, his arms moving on their own as they wrap around you and pulling you to his chest, your fist faintly beating at his chest, “Get off! Fuck you!,” you shout, feeling him hold your tighter until you sag against him, letting go every emotion that you held in.

You let out choked sobs, catching your breath the more the tears spilled, wetting his sweater. One thing that you were right about… He didn’t know and now he did.

Which made him more determined to do what he should have done a long time ago…

Tagging: @kthynes

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Bare Pages - Who done it?

Pairing: Harlan Thrombey x Younger Ransom x ?

Words: 582

Summary: Everyone has secrets and so do the walls of the Thrombey estate

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of murder, explicit language

A/N: I’m loving that you all enjoyed the first part! So here is a little teaser. Like, comment & reblog. Enjoy! ♥

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I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

Part 1

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“I have to give it to you Ran, you’re giving this old man a run for his money. One day you’ll be as good as me,” Harlan praised, smiling up at his eldest grandson, who’s face hadn’t weathered yet but surely maturing. He loved spending whatever time he could, knowing that eventually Ransom would have to grow up.

Ransom sat across from his grandfather, concentrating on the wooden board holding up the black and white pieces, thinking of his next move. To the trained eye, Harlan had him beat. But as his grandfather always told him to “Always look at the bigger picture,” he kept his sights open. Within a second he could see that Harlan had a weak spot and went for it moving his piece causing his victory.

He looks at at the beaming old man his eyes crinkling at how his grandson, who had so much of himself in him gave him a knowing smirk, “The bigger picture right old man?”

“That’s right! Keep it up and you’ll be the best there is, soon you’ll be too good to play with a mere mortal like me,” he chuckles giving ransom a soft ruffle of his hair.

Ransom stood up, grabbing the bag for the black and white pieces, bending down to place them back in the satin sack, “That’ll never happen gramps. Besides, who am I gonna find to let me win?”

That’s right, Ransom always knew when his grandfather took it easy on him. One of these days he knew he wouldn’t. He looked over at his grandfather chuckling lightly, “I didn’t have the heart to see that face fall again son that’s all.”

“You know you can’t baby me forever, give me a run for my money next time.”

“Oh you have my word,” he smiles “No more funny business.”

Ransom bids his grandfather a goodnight, making it to his own room until he heard some unfamiliar voices coming from his from one of the many offices in the spacious mansion. He couldn’t make out everything they were saying but as he got closer, the door was slightly cracked. Leaning against the wall, he listens in hopes of not getting caught.

“And it’s done?” asked the voice that Ransom couldn’t make out.

“Yeah. They didn’t even see it coming…” spoke the first man.

“How many?”

“2 adults, 2 kids, 1 baby..” Answered the partner

“Shit…. Shit shit shit!! You didn’t get them all!”

“That’s all we saw! What the fuck do you mean that’s not them all?!”

“They had one more kid…” hisses the person sounding like the boss, slamming his fist to the desk.

Sweat formed at the top of Ransom’s brow, his breathing quickening from what he just heard. What did he mean by “it” being “done?” Just what the fuck were the people in this house up to? He couldn’t hear anymore. He had to go before they spotted him and as quietly as he came, he was gone making the mistake in pressing the floorboard making it creak.

Footsteps could be heard rushing to the wooden, cracked door as a large hand pulled it open. The man looked to the left and right, scanning the hallway to see if anyone was there. Seeing that the space was empty, he stepped back in, and closed the door, and locking it.

He passed the two idiots and stood behind his desk, glaring at both of them. “Go back… Find the last kid and end this.”