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buckybarnesisdaddy · 5 months

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All is Well Part 3

To Be Frank

Summary- Frank really can’t stand Ransom and his stupid shiny hair.

Pairings- Frank Adler x Dutchess!Reader, Bucky(Winter Soldier) x Dutchess!Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Dutchess!Reader, Steve x Bucky (James) x Daisy!Reader, Jake Jenson x Precious!Reader.

Rating- Explicit, 18+

Warnings- polyamorous relationships, sex mentioned (PiV), Hand job, Oral (f receiving), 18+ only!!

Word count- 3.4 k

Authors notes- This was co-written with the lovely @theinheriteddutchess so go give her some love!! 💕 She knows Frank best so I had to follow her lead on this one! 🥰

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

A kiss to you, his wife, his Dutchess, a glance at the man next to you in bed; get up, get dressed, eat breakfast, and check on the rest of the guys. Everyday started like this, it was perfect. Frank Adler is a simple man, he loves his wife, loves his boat, loves his niece, loves his job, and he has even grown to love some of the people in this house. Key word ‘some’ of them, and even that took time.

“Bucky? Breakfast ready?” He is answered by a grunt and a plate full of eggs and bacon shoved his way. He quickly eats his food and drinks is coffee in the silence of the morning. It’s blissful. He heads downstairs and checks on the guys down there. Jefferson gives him a wave through his open door, Cap grunts and pulls on his chains, Frank just shakes his head as he walks around the corner. He is greeted by a naked Ransom walking into his bedroom.

“Morning Frank!” Ransom says as he waves over his shoulder before he closes the door. Frank rolls his eyes, he keeps walking and grabs the bag of Mary’s things. He brings them upstairs and tucks them away in her bedroom. Shes off visiting her grandma for the summer but she will be coming back soon and her room should be ready. He grabs another cup of coffee before he heads out the door.

Frank goes to work as a part-time professor at the University. A job he got on his own merit and not by the strings pulled by his wealthy family. It’s only part time because he enjoys working on his boat too much to just give that up. Also, he needs to get out of the house sometimes because living in a home with two other women and about ten men wasn't easy. It is noisy, and there is always a mess wherever he goes. Frank suspects Ransom is the culprit because he doesn’t know how to clean up after himself, he prefers others to do it for him. Frank does not like Ransom, no one does. Except for Daisy and Precious and apparently you. And Jake, but Jake likes everyone. It is infuriating that you like hanging around Ransom… Frank doesn’t get it; the man is insufferable, yet Frank can hear you laugh in the other room when the Ransom makes another wisecrack on someone else's behalf. He dreads the day Ransom has a chance in your pants. It was bad enough that Winter moved in on you. That was a hard adjustment and Frank finally gave in but he draws the line at Ransom.

Frank likes Winter; the man is quiet and polite, careful. Too careful if you asked him, but with everything he'd been through, it was understandable. But over the past year Frank went from having just one person in his bed to having two. Winter is a blanket hog, woman hog, and a living furnace! He likes Winter, he does, but in the beginning Frank found himself a little frustrated. It was frustrating because it had taken you months of being with Frank before you allowed Frank to hug you. To get comfortable enough to relax and let your guard down around him. Frank had to work overtime with you, earning your trust to allow him in, allow him to change your life. But Winter walked in and within a week, the two of you had your arms wrapped around each other. That was the sight Frank was met with whenever he walked into any room. "He needs it", you would explain. And that was it. For all your bossiness and hard edge, when you saw someone in pain, you couldn't help reaching out.

Thankfully Ransom still has his own room in the basement with the others, because if you ever moved him into the bedroom, He thinks he might actually leave! Fucking Ransom, with his fucking sweaters and his fucking perfect hair. At least Winter has the decency to have bedhead when he wakes up. But not Ransom…and if he did, it still looks like it was styled by a professional. Winter doesn’t like him either, which helps them bond over the weeks that Ransom weaseled himself into their lives. Before that, they had eyed each other a little wearily at times. You were Frank’s, his Dutchess, and Winter was the wounded warrior who desperately wanted to be loved. Frank should have seen it coming.

Frank is a married man, and Winter isn’t a homewrecker. Feelings grew and Frank had seen it slowly developing. You, Frank’s wife, his Dutchess, had seen Winter hurting, desperately needing comfort and love; you couldn’t help allowing him into your heart.You wanted nothing more than to show Winter that he had a home and was safe with you, with Frank even. When Winter arrived at the house he would only talk to Steve. Steve was a friend, even if he couldn’t remember everything, he knew he could trust Steve, and you. For some reason you felt… safe. With only two friends, Winter was bound to fall for you, Frank couldn’t fault him for that, you are wonderful, you are everything. After a few months went by Winter noticed how ‘at ease’ he felt with you, Frank noticed as well. The little things made him worry, the cuddles, the soft touches, they were intimate touches, ones that Frank would share with you and now you are sharing them with another man. Frank didn’t truly worry until you started to look at Winter the way you looked at him. Frank knew then. He had to bring it up.

“You like Bucky- Winter- whatever we are calling him.” It hung in the air for a moment. You smile for a moment at Frank being tongue tied but then you realize what he is saying and the smile fades.

“Yes.” You sigh. There was no denying it. You wouldn't lie to Frank. You wouldn’t lie to your husband.

It wasn't instantly okay though.

Frank didn't want to lose you, and you wouldn't do anything to hurt him. You had to stop, Frank was your husband, you made a choice, you love Frank not Winter. But Winter was slowly opening up, trusting you and a few others in the house. He was starting to feel safe and at home. So when you stopped he couldn’t understand why there was distance, no cuddling, no touching?! And why you seemed to hesitate when just talking to him. It broke him, the first time he felt seen and loved in decades and now he messed it up, it had to be his fault, you are too good. Winter withdrew and kept to his room. Even Steve couldn't get him to come out and talk to him. Steve had to get to the bottom of it, asking you what was going on, if Winter had done anything or if you were upset with him.

“What?! No! Winter is perfect.” You exclaim. “I- Frank and I realized that feelings were starting to develop… and I love Frank.”

Steve nods and sighs. Steve wanted to help Winter but how could he tell you to forget about your husband to help his friend?! The mood changed after that and it made everyone on edge. Winter was different from the others, in all his strength, he was still a vulnerable man. Frank couldn’t help but feel guilty. Which was ridiculous, He had the right as the husband to not share his wife. Even if Jake and Steve don’t care, he does. Although Bucky turned out fine, too, right? He'd made tremendous progress. But Winter wasn't Bucky, the same face, same experiences, but a completely different man. Winter was still starting his road to recovery. And you…are a natural caretaker, Frank could see how hard it was not to help. To stand back and not do everything possible to make the man feel better, that wasn’t who you were. So, Frank made a decision.

“You have feelings for him and he needs you.” Frank sighs as he crosses his arms and leans against the counter. It’s late, everyone else is already asleep for the night. Frank worked on the boat a little too late, he was so caught up in trying to get his words just right that by the time he looked at his watch he knew he’d have to wait for the house to be quiet at night before he could have his word with you. “I still need you though. I love you and we made a vow-”

“Frank I’ve kept my distance-”

“Let me finish. I love you and I am your husband, so I know you. And I know it’s killing you to not be there to help him.” Frank rubs his face and the stands up straight. “I don’t know how this is going to work, but I know we need to make it work because I can see how sad you are. I can even see how sad Winter is. He needs you.” Frank admits, it’s a weird weight off his chest. He didn’t need to be coddled but Winter did, you need someone to coddle, take care of, it’s something you rarely got to do with him. It’s that moment he realized you need Winter as bad as he needed you.

“Thank you, Frank.” You pulls him close and kiss him. “I love you. Nothing and no one will ever change how much I love you.” Frank nods and kisses you again.

At first Frank didn’t want to see it at all. When he left for work, whatever went on, was separate. He didn’t see or hear and no one told him about it. It grew from there, walking into rooms without knocking, or sweet moments that just couldn’t be contained till Frank left, he grew to be slightly okay with it all. Nowadays, Winter seems to trust Frank and Frank even lets Winter help with the boat. As ‘horrible’ as Frank might have thought this would end up, it actually ended up to not be a disaster. Winter is better at calming you down when you are worried, Frank could do it but Winter is just better at it. Frank is better at coming up with solutions and fixing the problem. It was the best of both worlds. If Frank ever spotted you two kissing, it wasn't weird anymore. Seeing touches and hearing noises that Frank also pulled out of you wasn't odd. He wasn't even bothered by the look on Winter’s face afterward. That's when Frank realized Winter was part of this life you all were living and it was strangely fitting.

Now, the ‘Winter Soldier’ made Ransom think twice about sneaking in and taking “advantage” of his wife, his Dutchess. And it was Winter’s loathing that turned out to be the thing that genuinely bonded them. Winter is a great bodyguard, constantly making sure Ransom didn't find a way to get his slimy hands on their woman. Frank doesn’t understand how Precious and Daisy even look at the man. He was just glad you didn't. You wouldn't. No way. No matter how Ransom made you laugh! You had him and Winter, that would be enough.

Frank really can’t stand Ransom, he doesn’t know what it is about him. Maybe it’s his stupid perfect hair, or his privilege that makes his hands soft and smooth unlike Frank’s rough ones. Maybe it’s the way he just assumes everyone should know who he is. Frank can’t put a finger on it exactly, he just knows he can’t stand the guy. Honestly, he didn't even feel sorry for washing his red Christmas sweater with that pretentious white sweater. Pink fitted Drysdale's bloated face perfectly. His yelling sounding through the house when he found out it was ruined? That still puts a smile on Frank’s face to this day. Winter glanced at him from the side of his eyes, quickly took another big bite out of his stack of pancakes, freshly made by Bucky for breakfast, and wisely remained silent. Though Frank swears the man's lips had lifted slightly.

Frank didn't feel guilty, not one bit. Not even when you theatrically held the Christmas sweater up that evening, "You forgot to put this away; it's freshly washed. Weird though, I could've sworn we put it away, seeing as it's summer!" You eye him, and Frank shrugs. He didn't need to say anything because you both know it had been him. "Ransom’s going to find out it was you when you wear it at Christmas."

"If he's still here at Christmas." Frank challenges and you sighs.

"He never wants to leave. He's already having fun with Daisy and Precious. He likes it here."

"As long as you don't-" Frank says under his breath.

"What?! Like him?" Dutchess asks.

"Sleep with him.” Frank corrects. You look away from him, which makes him suspicious. “You won't, right?” Frank asks a little more unsure and suspicious.

"The man probably doesn't even like me." You mutter say. That was bullshit, Ransom liked anyone he couldn't have and the man was already trying. There was a reason Winter had put a lock on the door a month ago.

"He does." Frank states. You blush, Frank notices.

"He does?" Even if Ransom had been standing in front of you naked saying, 'I want to fuck you!' You probably still wouldn’t have believed him.

"He's not getting in," Frank says firmly. "Also his hair is too shiny.” Frank says with a little annoyance, you can’t help but laugh.

"His hair is too shiny?? Come on, you're being ridiculous." You kiss his cheek and leaves the bedroom, bumping into Ransom along the way, your laugh drifting down the hall and pulling at Frank’s heart. What he really meant was, I don't want you to love him more than us; he's a dick that doesn't deserve you or anyone. Please don't fall for his stupid tricks. But he also really hated that stupid hair…and everything under it. He is lost in thought as you walk back in to retrieve your phone. You see Frank, his brow furrowed and lost in thought.

"Frank," you speak softly as you walk closer, placing your hand on his cheek, "I have you and Bucky; what more could I want?” You kiss him and leave again. Frank still can’t help but worry, sadly he has seen Ransom naked, and he's heard the others when they fucked him. Frank notices how Ransom watches you when you aren't aware. Maybe they should put another lock on the door or this time on his you. Frank didn't trust him one bit.

*** 4 Months later- September ***

“Fuck!!! Yes, keep going!” Ransom moans as you stroke him in your hand. He stares down at your chest, still contained in your bra. “Please let me touch you?!” He begs. You smile and shake your head as you lean forward and press a kiss to his chest, grazing over his nipples while you quicken your pace with your other hand. Ransom moans loudly as he cums hard all over your chest, a little bit slipping beneath your bra. “Mmhmm fffuuuckkk!” He screams. You work him through it and then leave him to come down from his high a little more as you clean off your chest and hands with a wet rag, you toss him the rag after you’re done. “When will I finally be able to fuck and cum in that sweet pussy of yours. I mean I love your hands, chess but-”

“You know the rules, Ran. Now go, I still haven’t cum yet.” Ransom smiles and pulls your body close. You are still dressed except for your shirt. Ransom goes to lift your skirt, scrunching it right at your ass. You decided on a long flowy skirt today and Ransom is about to make that a problem.

“You know I’d love to stay and help you with that.” Ransom leans in to kiss you when the door swings open and Frank appears, Winter standing beside him.

“You know the rules, Ransom. You got your fuck, now leave while we take care of our girl.” Frank says as he moves close to you. Winter stares Ransom down as he walks by. Random sighs and shakes his head.

“I don’t get to cum in her and I don’t get to make her cum.” Random says as he picks up his clothes. “Seems to me you’re just devaluing her. Making her nothing more than a wet hole for me.” Winter turns to attack and you call him off.

“Winter, come here.” Winter walks over and you run your hands through his hair as you pull him into a kiss. You then push him to his knees, he goes willingly. A leg thrown over his shoulder and your flowy skirt thrown over him for privacy since he is still shy about being sexual around anyone other than you or Frank. He is eating you out in seconds, starting the job Ransom isn’t allowed to do “You want in my bed Ransom? This is how we are doing it. You have to earn your privilege,” you place your hand over Winter’s head, who is still below your skirt. “Mmhmm just like that, baby.” You moan and close your eyes for a moment. When you open them you look at Ransom, “Also, I’m the wet hole?” You question. “You’re the one who is already thinking about finding someone else to ride you after you leave. You are more than that but until you can be honest with yourself about what you need, then this is how it will be.” Ransom scoffs as he leaves the room. Frank turns his gaze back on you and kisses you deeply.

“I love you, Dutchess.” You smile against his lips.

“I love you too, Frank. Mmhmm I love you, Winter.” You say as you pull the man up from his knees.

“I love you, Dutchess.” He kisses you, you taste yourself on his tongue. “Who do you want to bring you over the edge?” You smile as you look at your husband.

“Frank, baby please.” You say and you pull him close.

“Gladly” he says as he kisses you and starts to undress. Winter kisses your shoulder.

“I will make sure you’re not disturbed.” Frank nods a thank you and Winter gives a small smile back.

When Ransom finally managed to get you to believe him when he said he wanted you, the only way Frank agreed were two rules. These two things had to remain for him and Winter alone. Only they get to cum inside you and only they get to make you cum. Making you cum was special and only the men who truly loved you deserved that privilege. And cumming inside you was because Frank and Winter wanted to be the ones to claim you in that way. They have earned your love and devotion and they wanted that to be left for them. There was no birth control reason for it seeing as you are on the pill, it was more a relationship step that Ransom was nowhere near. Surprisingly Ransom agreed although he seems to be rethinking the agreement now. Your moans traveling down the hallway, the moans he hears but never gets to cause, they are different then the ones you make during sex with him. He wants to have all of you one day. He walks by Daisy’s room and hears late night sex happening in there too, then he hears a soft question and a happy, tearful answer.

“Yes, Bucky! I’d love to marry you. Stevie?”

“Looks like we’re getting married again, Daisy girl.” After is filled with more quick breaths and moans from what Ransom can only assume is the three of you. Daisy gets two men, Dutchess gets two men, does Precious, or whatever Jake calls her, have two men?

“Hey, precious!” She turns around and faces Ransom. “Got any room in your bed?” He smirks. She shakes her head.

“That is not a name you get to call me. Besides, is that really what you need.” She asks. Ransom's lip curls up as he fights to roll his eyes. “If you can't answer, then no bed. For now you need to go shower and clean up your room downstairs.” Ransom pouts a little. “Go now, no pouting.” Ransom leaves and Jake comes up behind Precious.

“Oh no, are you bringing home a stray?” He teases and Precious smiles and shrugs.

“Hmm, what do you think?”

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rascal-xo · 1 year

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magicxc · 5 months

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18+ beyond this point, minors DNI

Ransom Drysdale:

Holding Firm - After a long day at work, our reader soon learns that it’s about to be longer. 08/27/21

Warnings: Explicit content 18+, dub-con, choking, thigh riding, dirty talk

Sleepless Nights - A visit to the Thrombey’s comes with more than a just a headache. 12/04/21

Warnings: Explicit 18+, Non-Con, Hair Pulling, Very Brief Acceptance of Death, Threats of Murder, Non-Con Touching, Breeding Kink, Crying During Sex, Fingering

Frank Adler:

Bonafide Love - A gentleman on the surface, Frank can only keep up the façade for so long. 08/31/21

Warnings: Explicit 18+, stalking, choking, non-con, unprotected sex

Steve Rogers:

Sweetness - New to the neighbourhood, reader gets a special welcome from Steve. 10/09/21

Warnings: Explicit 18+, Dub-Con, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Hand Job, Cum Eating, Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex

Andy Barber:

Twice My Age - After a spring break trip doesn’t go as planned, reader quickly finds another way to make up for the inconvenience. 03/20/22

Warnings: Explicit 18+, Unprotected Sex, Exhibitionism, Spit 4 Lube, Size Kink Kinda, Clit Slapping, Aggressiveness??, Degradation

#Chris Evans #Ransom Drysdale #The Asshole We Luv 2 Hate #Frank Adler #Boat Daddy #Steve Rogers #Andy Barber #Daddy Andy

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oh-my-damn · 2 years

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Honestly? My intentions were truly pure, without any manipulation behind it, you just said “daddy” and I honestly don’t know why but my mind went instantly “FRANK FRANK FRANK” even though I don’t think about him that often like I do about Andy or Ari (I mean, my heart belongs to Lloyd tbh but I don’t think he earned that name yet🙄). But, now that you’ve mentioned it 😏😏😏😏 I wouldn’t mind if it did spark some inspo, because he is canonicaly dirty and kind of a fuckboy - totally great in bed,, plus a true daddy😌 So, now I definitely want you to watch it. Actually, it’s a need and my command too🫡 Jk, of course I would loooove to see some Frank love but it’s up to you<3333 Love you so much!!!!!!

Lmaooo I love this honey !!

Howd you know i respond well to demanding figures, hm? 👀😏

Now Frank is actually one of my crushes for sure (him in that flower shirt at the bar?! FUCK MEEEE)

And is 100% a fuckboy, no doubt! I think ive been hesitant to write him bc I feel like he would just fuck us and move on and that breaks my heart 😭😭 BUT if we were to meet Frank in a bar one night and do tequila shots and then accidentally go home with him, what kind of kinks do we think daddy frank has? 🤔 he has less of a dom vibe imo, i think he may be a bit of a switch 👀👀

#mandy answers #frank adler #daddy frank #pick my movie

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 10 months

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the murder at evergreen university

a/n: asdfghjkl I have been writing this since january...... wow. it's never taken me that long to write a story before... also I made a quick student bio about the majority of the people in this story, so if you wanna start off by looking at that, then here is the link ♡

summary: just a slutty murder mystery

warnings: reader x various CEvans characters (Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Frank Adler, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen), DARK content, noncon, smut, violence, university AU, murder mystery, detective!Ari, family friend!Ari, mma!Curtis (I just couldn't resist), surely extremely inaccurate on all levels (the college stuff, the investigation, everything, but this is just for fun so it's okay. lol I got the frat name from fantasynamegenerators.com hehe), polyamory, kissing, alcohol consumption, crying, drugging, murder, somno, daddy kink, dirty talk, choking, penetrative sex, size kink, vomiting, flashback sequences are written in all cursive

word count: 11.100

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Walking up the steps of the Kappa Zeta Nu building, you pulled your humming ear pods out of your ears and popped them in the jacket pocket where your phone rested. If it hadn’t been for the big Greek letters above and its proximity to the college, the fraternity house could almost fool someone into thinking it was just any other regular suburban home.

Giving the front door a rhythmic knock, it quickly swung open to reveal a scruffy-looking mathematics major, still groggy from sleep.

“Morning Frank,” you couldn’t help but notice the spark in his eye that your presence generated.

“Angel,” your nickname sounded so good on his sleepy lips, making you smile as he gave you a quick glance up and down, “how do you look like that this early in the morning?”

Walking past him, further into the house, you chuckled, “8:30 is not that early.”

“Um, on a Saturday it is.”

Thanks to the open floor plan, you quickly caught sight of Jake sitting by the kitchen island, scarfing down a bowl of cereal.

“Hey!” the blonde smiled, mouth still full of his breakfast, “I’m guessing by the gorgeous look on your face that you made it through last night?”

“Yep,” you exhaled, thinking back on the major cram session you had to power through in order to meet the paper’s deadline. The lengthy assignment for your cognitive psychology class had been so extensive that it probably hadn’t been that smart of you to keep procrastinating it the way that you had, but somehow you got it done, “turned it in just in time.”

“Atta girl,” the computer whiz reached over the counter to give you a high five, “I knew you could do it!”

“Speaking of yesterday,” yours and Jake’s fingers lingered a moment before parting ways, “how’s our boy doing? Did he make it through last night?”

Appearing behind you, still sweaty and panting from his morning run, Steve answered your question, evidently catching the tail end of the conversation just as he came in through the door, “Curtis is doing just fine,” he leaned against one of the counters, catching his breath, “better than fine actually, he won.”

“He did?” a bright smile bloomed on your face, “man, I wish I could have been there…” you were usually so strict about being there for important things, such as Curtis’ occasional MMA fights, but because of your procrastinated schoolwork, you hadn’t been able to tag along. “It’s all Lloyd’s fault, you know. He did the whole oh yeah, we can have a little study date, get that paper done, no sweat, and then distracted me, leaving me with all of the work to get through yesterday.”

“You wanna turn the faucets on down here, give his shower an icy turn as revenge?” Jake suggested, fiddling with his spoon playfully.

“Nah, I’ll just give him the cold shoulder for a bit,” you settled your forearms against the countertop, unintentionally giving the guys a better view down your top, “he hates it when I ignore him.”

“He sure does,” Jakes drawled, nearly dropping his utensil into the milky bowl as he unabashedly stared down your cleavage.

Biting your bottom lip a second, you returned to the matter at hand, “is he up yet?”

“Curtis?” Steve clarified, opening the fridge and plucking out a cold bottle of water.

“Yeah.”

“Nope,” Frank shook his head behind you, “he’s still sleeping.”

Only pushing yourself halfway up, you asked “can I go see him?” slightly taking the others by surprise.

“When have you even needed permission to go barge into his room?” Frank questioned.

“I don’t know…” you muttered, glancing down at the speckled pattern of the counter's surface, “maybe he’s got company or something…”

“Angel,” Steve leaned over the opposite side of the table, craning his neck so that he could catch your timid eyes, “he is not gonna go pick up some random girl just because you miss one of his fights.”

Bowing your head, you opted not to answer, instead just attempted to shake the doubt off you entirely.

In a bouncy rocking motion, you straitened back up and moved towards the stairs, two of the guys tagging along as they too needed to head upstairs.

“So,” you glanced over your shoulder at Frank and Steve, “how’s Ransom settling in?”

“The new guy?” Steve spoke, “fine, I think. I don’t know, I don’t speak trust fund kid, so how would I know.”

“I don’t think he’s that bad… Shouldn’t we at least try to include him in our little group? It just seems kinda mean not to since we’re so tight and you all live with him,” reaching the top of the stairs, you heard, from the bathroom directly in front of you, the trickling clues of Lloyd’s luxurious shower, and briefly glanced down at the far end of the hall where the new guy’s closed door was, his vast room mirroring Steve’s at the opposite side, though his was much more secluded from the rest, being closed in by the injection of both the broad staircase and the bathroom before the cluster of rooms came. “Like you said, you don’t know him yet, he might be super sweet and just takes a bit of time to warm up to people.”

“Maybe,” was all Frank cagily, not giving it any more thought.

Coming to a stop in front of Curtis’ door, you slowly creaked it open, revealing the sleeping display of a bruised buzzcut, still lightly snoring on his back.

“Jesus christ,” you breathed and leaned your shoulder against the doorframe, taking in the beaten form of your friend, “you sure he won?” you asked the men still lingering a second longer, peeking over your shoulder into the room.

“Yeah, you don’t wanna see the other guy,” Frank gave your behind a quick tap before ducking into his own room.

Turning your head to look at Steve, himself leisurely making his way down towards the room at the end of the hall, “you sure he’s fine?”

Stopping in his step, he offered you an earnest glance, “he’s fine, Y/n. Go wake him up.”

After shutting the door behind you, you peeled off your jacket and let it drop down onto the desk chair you passed on your way towards the small mattress. Kicking off your shoes, you climbed the twin bed, kneeling beside your resting friend.

“Wake up,” you sang, dipping your smile down low to rouse Curtis. Receiving a less than lively reaction, only getting a soft inhale of breath as an indication that he’d woken, you tried again, swinging one of your legs over his form to straddle his hips, “hey, tough guy,” you felt his palms slide up the curve of your ass and come to rest around your waist, “you alive?”

Just barely fluttering his bruised eyelids open, a bright smile bloomed on his lips, “hi angel,” he sighed contently at your presence, blinking up at your softly illuminated form as the gentle morning light streamed in through his open window, the family of birds living in the tree just outside aiding in the gentle ambience.

“A little birdy told me that you won last night,” you let your upper body sink down against his, resting your chin on top of your folded palms, right underneath his chin.

“I did,” you saw as the sting of his various injuries woke him up even further, “although I still would have preferred if my good luck charm had been there instead of doing boring homework.”

“Oh, please don’t make me feel any worse,” you hid your face in his chest, “I already feel like I have too much making up to do.”

“Oh yeah?” he picked your head up for you to see the sly smirk now adorning his face, “what did you have in mind?”

“I don’t know,” you spoke shyly, feeling your cheeks flush as the position the two of you had found yourself in dawned on you, “I just really wanted to have been there,” and you sat back up, wary of where you placed your hands for support on his beaten frame.

“Ah,” he waved a reassuring hand, “you’ll be at the next one.”

“Oh, I will,” you grinned promisingly, scooting down to the foot of the bed as you watched him sit up, the duvet falling off his body to relieve the rest of the colourful aftermath, “a simple assignment won’t be able to stop me,” your enthusiasm made him smile through the wince he let out as he got up off the mattress.

Tailing after Curtis as he moved out into the hall and made his way down towards the lavatory, you suggested as you followed him into the bathroom, “we should totally do something to celebrate your win! It’s the weekend, we should do something fun!”

Standing by one of the sinks, Lloyd, fresh out of the shower, didn’t take his eyes off his hair in the reflection as you sauntered in. As Curtis grabbed his toothbrush, he leaned down and whispered cheekily in your ear, “I know a way we can celebrate, just the two of us,” flashing you a glance that caused your breath to get caught in your throat.

Cutting off your flustered giggle, Lloyd spoke, “there’s supposed to be a party tonight down on the other side of campus. Me and a few of the others were talking about going.”

“Oh, the one Delta Phi is throwing? Nat’s going to that! Said something this morning about meeting the guy she’s been seeing there.”

“What-, guy?” Lloyd finally ripped his eyes away from the mirror, “what happened to that yoga chick?”

“I don’t know, I think she was moving a little bit too fast for Natasha’s speed,” you spoke of your commitment-phobe of a roommate. Saddling up beside the fighter now brushing his teeth, you said, “so, what do you say?” bumping your hip gently against his as you saw him look back at you in the mirror, “it could be fun.”

Pretending to ponder the proposal, Curtis answered, “if you put on a pretty little dress, then I might be convinced to go,” the foaming toothpaste lightly murmuring his flirting.

“…It’s always the innocent-looking ones you’ve gotta look out for,” Ransom spoke over the loud, bassy music to the moustachioed man next to him on the couch, “and this little charade you’ve all got going on must be a hell of a good time,” he elbowed him suggestively, though didn’t conjure the desired reaction from him, “oh, come on, you can tell me, dude. Just help a brother out with a few details.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Lloyd shrugged with a smirk and took a sip of his beer.

“What do you mean?”

Huffing out a soft sigh, he answered, “she’s an amazing girl, don’t get me wrong, but she just has a few rules.”

“What, like some bdsm kinda rules?” Ransom’s eyebrows wiggled excitedly.

“No, man,” he tried not to chuckle at the yearned-for images his inappropriate guess provoked, “back when we met her she-… her heart was fucking broken and there wasn’t a lot of stuff that she wanted to do anymore, that she felt comfortable with, but over time, I guess when she started getting over whomever that fucker was, she began to relax and let us in.”

“So, you’re really saying you haven’t hit that yet?” the prying man furrowed his brows, unmoved by the sob story.

“None of us have.”

“Then are those stories about you banging her last week just rumours?”

“No, no, well not exactly, we did have fun, trust me,” he chuckled, poking his cheek playfully with his tongue, “but I didn’t exactly bang her.”

“So, let me get this right, you’re all mad for her and she hasn’t given out? To any of you? What, is she still a virgin or something? Waiting for marriage?”

“I don’t think so,” Llyod thought for a moment, “but it kinda wouldn’t surprise me either if she was… I don’t know… it’s kinda complicated, but damn if she isn’t worth it.”

Letting out a low exhale, he shook his head, “I don’t know how you stand it, dude. If she was mine, she wouldn’t be able to walk. Hell, how do you even share someone like her?”

“Well, I don’t know if she’s mine per se, we all just have fun, you know? Why not share?”

“Hey,” your chipper voice interrupted their lewd convocation as you finally caught sight of them on the dark leather couch in the corner of the party, “there you are,” and immediately grabbed each of their hands in yours, “come on,” you leaned your weight back, ushering them to get up, “we’re doing shots in the kitchen!”

“Seriously, Barnes? Watch where you’re going!” Ransom exclaimed as the host of the party had rowdily bumped into the rich boy on his way through the narrow kitchen, causing the bright pink shot in his hand to spill all down the front of his white sweater, “this is cashmere, dude!” he yelled after Bucky’s quickly disappearing form, clearly not haven noticed the interaction himself over the deafening music and his drunken haze.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, noticing the huge stain now blooming on the man beside you, “are you okay?” the sharp alcohol still stung in your throat causing your words to come out ragged.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he stared down at himself, then over his shoulder in contemplation of whether or not he should run after the guy in pursuit of revenge, “this sweater however is not.”

As your eyes washed over the ivory knit, watching it soak up the colourful cocktail, you thought out loud as an idea struck you, “well, maybe…” and acted quickly, grabbing the man’s hand, “come with me,” you yanked him past the rest of your jovial friends and down the hallway towards the small bathroom.

Catching on to where your head was at, Ransom spoke after crossing the threshold, “Y/n, this is very sweet, but I don’t know if it will work.”

“Just shut up and take it off,” you held out your hand, too blind by your inebriated problem-solving instincts to consider any other outcome.

Gazing back at you a moment, he then chuckled and tugged the sweater over his head with one hand, your eyes widening as he placed the item in your waiting palm, it haven apparently been the only layer he had on.

“Thank you,” you breathed, dumbfounded for a second as you stared at his bare chest, briefly admiring his toned form before shaking it off and spinning around to turn on the sink. Holding the stained material against the slowly trickling cold water, you pressed and pinched the spot gently in an effort to not agitate the delicate fibres. “I swear, I’m always the worst at spilling stuff on myself, I’m like a child, plus the fact that I’m a knitter, so not to promise anything, but I’d say you’re in pretty good hands.”

He didn’t say anything, simply settled in beside you, leaning against the edge of the sink as he watched your face contort in adorable concentration.

“Oh, dammit…” you gave up after a few minutes of gentle scrubbing. Turning the faucet off, you held the sweater up and looked at the, although lighter, still very much visible pink stain, “well at least it’s a little bit better than before,” you tried, flashing the half-naked man an apologetic look, “maybe if I soak it a bit it’ll get better, but-”

“Hey,” Ransom placed his fingers atop yours still clutching the wool, “it’s fine,” he lowered your hands as he leaned in and closed the gap between you two, his alcoholic breath fanning across your flush cheeks as he uttered a quiet, “thank you,” before unexpectedly pressing a greedy kiss against your lips.

Feeling his grip tug the sweater out of your hands, you instinctively pressed your palms against his chest for support as the whole move had made your intoxicated body lose its balance. His lips were soft, but his kisses were hungry, determinedly letting it build far faster than you were ready for.

You let out a soft giggle of surprise as he suddenly scooped you up and planted you on the edge of the sink, nestling himself in between your parted thighs, your short dress haven ridden up from the movement.

“So, is this why they all call you angel?” he asked as his heated pecks fluttered down your neck, “because you swoop in and save the day?”

“I don’t know if I do that…” you breathed timidly, the reality of what he was doing just catching up to you now.

“Oh, but you do. You saved mine,” he smirked, “you’re my hero,” you felt the tickle of his fingers as they snuck further up under your dress, “however can I repay you?”

“I, um,” you giggled nervously, catching his wrists before they could get any further, pressing your lips against his in an effort to soften the blow as you thought of a gentle way to let him down, “I think that kiss by itself was a pretty good thank you,” you hopped down from the sink even though he made no effort in providing you room to do so.

Enclosing his arms around you as you giggly stumbled further towards the still-ajar door, he uttered, pressing the obvious tent in his pants up against your softness, “but why stop there? I can do a lot better than that if you just give me five more minutes,” but the door conveniently swung open a bit more just as two familiar figures passed it.

“Angel!” Jake, completely blind to the man still clawing at you to stay inside the bathroom, hooked an arm around your waist and yanked you along as he and Frank jovially strolled past, “there you are! It’s almost 11 o'clock, please don’t tell me that you’re bailing on Curtis and truly dooming him to lose to us.”

“I think Curtis would lose to you two in beer pong whether I am on his team or not,” you smiled, thankful of their timing, “you guys are the reigning champions after all.”

“Damn right,” Frank roared, excitedly lifting his fist, “J and F! F and J! Ain’t nothing this duo can’t accomplish.”

“Well, not everything,” you giggled, hooking your arms around their forms as they strolled on either side of you, their arms draped over you in return, “for instance, you’re both terrible cooks.”

“Shut up, angel,” Jake said playfully, “we’re unstoppable and you know it,” he stopped you in your tracks and trapped you against the wall, “say it,” he smirked down at you as Frank, not missing a beat, slipped in as well, enclosing you completely, “say that we’re unstoppable.”

Sucking in a sharp breath, you uttered, “you’re unstoppable,” the sudden proximity awakening memories that made your heart flutter.

“Good girl,” he purred purposely, and a shiver ran down your spine as you recalled just how hot they both sounded cumming for you, a while back, when they had managed to talk you into playing with them both.

“You guys are so mean,” you said light-heartedly.

“Yeah,” Frank scrunched his nose through his warm smile, “but you like it.”

Twirling you around the dancefloor, Lloyd had been the only one in the mood to satisfy your surge of energy when you came pouting, begging the boys to dance with you. Holding you close, his hands roamed as you rocked to the music, causing you to close your eyes and drift away.

“Hey,” a different hand suddenly tapped you on the shoulder and tore you out of your dream, “I need to talk to you a sec.”

Eyes fluttering open to look back at your redheaded roommate, you gave her a quick, “okay,” before raising yourself up onto your toes to speak into your dance partner’s ear, “hey, I’ll be right back!”

“Okay,” he shouted back over the loud music, “I’ll just go grab a drink, you want any?”

“Please,” you reluctantly let go of his hand and yelled after him as you followed your friend through the swarm of partying people, “a beer, thanks!”

Rounding the corner to settle into a comparatively quieter nook, you tugged your wild hair behind your ears as you looked back at Natasha, “what’s up?”

Biting her lip, she spoke, “you love me, right?”

“Well, obviously, I’m about to get down on one knee and everything,” you joked, “what is it?”

“Can I have the room tonight?” she asked with a small winch, knowing damn well how frequent this request was.

“Seriously?” your eyebrows shot up, “again?”

“Please?” she folded her hands dramatically in front of her and begged.

Letting out a soft sigh, you said slowly, “if you buy me that super good chocolate with the blue wrapper that they sell down on the corner, then-”

“Oh my god,” she cut you off and threw her arms around you, “thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“You’re the worst roommate ever, you know that?” you smiled, patting her back.

“And you are the best, a true saint! Me and my sex life pray at your altar.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you chuckled, playfully pushing her away, “go on then, get laid.”

Returning to find that Lloyd had settled in with the rest of the guys, taking up all of the clustered couches, you put on your best miserable expression as he handed you your beer, “guys,” you dramatically caught their attention, “I have some really devastating news to tell you…” faking the need to suck in a self-soothing breath before uttering, “tonight, on this very night, I am homeless!”

“Oh no!” they played along, giggling as you pressed the back of your hand up against your forehead.

“I know! Whatever am I to do? If only some big, strong, handsome boys would let me crash at their frat…”

Clutching onto Curtis’ broad shoulders as he gave you a piggyback ride back to the frat, you all laughed at Jake and Frank’s terrible, lewd rendition of the school’s fight song. If Lloyd had been here, if his stamina hadn’t forced him to stay out and enjoy the night a little longer, he would have probably not only joined in, but led the tune, waking up everyone in the dorms you passed.

“So,” Ransom smirked as you all tumbled in through the destinated front door, “who will have the pleasure of bunking with you tonight?”

“I, uh,” you giggled as Curtis sat you down, your shoes clutched in your hand, “I don’t know…”

“You can sleep in my room if you want,” Steve offered generously, “I’ll just sleep down here on the couch.”

“Really? Are you sure? Because I can just sleep down here on the couch, it’s fine.”

“No, no,” he waved a hand reassuringly, “you’ve had way more to drink tonight than I have, so you should really take the room closest to the bathroom, just in case.”

Smiling widely, you stumbled over and wrapped your arms around his bulky form, “thank you, Steve,” breathing in his scent as you smooshed your face into his t-shirt, “you’re the best.”

“You wanna borrow a shirt to sleep in?” Curtis asked, reaching out a quick arm to steady you as you lost your balance on your way towards the wide staircase.

“Oh, yeah,” you offered him a fuzzy smile, both the alcohol and the hour causing your eyelids to feel like they weighed a ton, “that would be great.”

Getting settled into the comparatively more private bedroom located next to the stairs, the bathroom too separating it from the rest of the doors clustered down the narrow hallway, you lazily changed into the t-shirt Curtis soon handed off to you, tugging it over your dress before sliding your party outfit off underneath the grey cotton, keeping yourself somewhat covered purely because you didn’t wanna end the conversation you and the rest of the boys were trying to wrap up.

“Alright, we should probably let the lady sleep,” Steve spoke, watching closely as every time you blinked, your eyes gradually stayed closed just a little longer, nearly falling asleep against Curtis’ broad shoulder.

“No, no,” you protested, inhaling sharply in an effort to wake up more, “I’m just resting my eyes…”

“Right,” Frank chuckled as they all got up from their comfy seat on the mattress, being too tired to fight it, Curtis gently helped you lay down, tugging the duvet over your curled-up form.

“Hey,” Ransom poked his head into the room as the rest began to filter out, “I thought you might like this,” you were surprised to see him have a small glass of water in his hand for you. Not simply placing it on the bedside table by your head, he kneeled down next to you and held it out, “here,” expecting for you to take it, “I swear, chugging a glass of water helps with the hangover,” sliding his free palm under your head to raise it up.

“Thank you,” you smiled wearily as you slowly accepted it and raised it up towards your lips.

Noticing that you were only taking a small sip, his fingers found the bottom of the glass and pressed it up further, “all of it,” he tilted it for you to down it all, “or else it doesn’t work.”

Coughing lightly as you lowed the now empty glass, it left an odd taste in your mouth, though you just summed it up to be the handiwork of some of the strong beverages you had consumed during the night working its way up again.

“Thanks, Ransom,” you groggily patted his cheek, “you’re so sweet.”

His eyes flickering over your tired face, smooshed against the pillow, he smirked, “goodnight,” got back up and strolled out past Curtis still lingering in the doorway, arms crossed and watching over you like a guard dog.

“Night,” you quietly called out after him as you saw his frame disappear towards the furthest room down the hallway. Redirecting your attention back to your friend, you hummed, “go to bed, Curt. You gotta still be super sore from last night.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Oh, so you’re just gonna stand there all night, fall asleep on your feet and act as my sleep paralysis demon for the night?” you joked with half-closed eyes.

A small laugh bubbled out of him as he finally moved, “sleep well, angel,” he uncrossed his arms and reached out for the doorknob to tug it closed.

“Goodnight, Curtis,” you snuggled further into the pillow as you felt sleep overtake you like a wave crashing the shore, adding absentmindedly under your breath, “love you.”

“Hmm…” you hazily blinked your heavy lids open, roused by the pinching pressure between your thighs. Looking up at the dimly lit figure, you mumbled fuzzily, “w-what?” unsure if this was real life or a dream as the whole bed spun beneath you and you felt like you were floating.

“Shh, go back to sleep, angel,” Ransom’s grunt pierced your ears as his palm pressed over the bottom half of your face, silencing any words you might speak, “It’s alright, daddy’s got you,” a shy cry vibrated against his hand as you felt him rock against you, finally noticing fully the unexpected sensation of his thick girth stretching you out, “just be a good girl and lay right there, let me have a little slice of heaven.”

Keeping your exhausted legs spread wide apart, his determined hips acting as a door stop, he moaned quietly, “fuck, it really did do the trick,” he looked down at your dazed form, awake enough to be present for him, but unknowingly sedated enough for you not to fight back, “almost a shame you won’t be able to remember any of this in the morning,” he slid his hand down to squeeze your throat, pinching your rapid pulse and making the world even more blurry, “look at you, fucking out like a perfect little doll. You wanna be doll, huh? My own personal little fucktoy?”

Fighting to keep your eyes open, your whole body rocked at his movements as he frantically picked up his pace, selfishly pounding into you, melting on top of you and pressing your sedated body further into the bed.

“You know, I barely needed to touch you a second before you soaked my fingers, you clearly want this as much as I do,” he tightened his grip on your throat, “you need this, you need me,” stifled moans flowed from his lips as he unmercifully pounded into you, scratching his own vile itch, “poor you, none of your boyfriends ever touch you properly. That’s just what you need, isn’t it?” he mocked as your fluttering cunt tried to squeeze him out, expelling him from your body, “you just need your tight little pussy to be stretched out? Just need some good dick? Don’t worry, angel,” you vaguely felt his tongue flicker against your slightly numbed skin, “as long as I am here to help, I’ll keep your pussy sore, keep it filled up,” you just managed to catch him growl before you lost the forlorn battle and your body dozed off again.

Waking up with a low groan, you quickly sprung up, feeling the contents of your stomach fighting their way out. With no time to entertain the surprising presents of Curtis already curled up at the foot of the mattress, you bolted out of bed and ran out the door, thankful for the close proximity to the bathroom as you soon found yourself kneeling in front of the toilet, regretting every sip you had indulged in as they burned your entire chest on their way out again.

Feeling as your loose hair suddenly got picked up and gently held back, you heard the warm rumble of Curtis’ voice as he said, “wow, okay, alright,” his large palm found your spine, soothingly caressing it as you hurled your guts out, “it’s alright, angel. Just get it all out.”

“Urgh,” you groaned, clutching the cold porcelain as you spat out the fowl tang, “I am never drinking again,” keeping your head over the bowl till you were sure you had gotten it all out. With a heavy sigh, you slumped back, colliding softly with the mass of your friend.

“You okay?” he asked, lightly running his hands over your goosebump-ridden form.

“I think so,” you blinked up into his steely eyes, the reddened look to them flying over your exhausted head, “at least I made it to the bathroom this time,” you tried to joke with a half-hearted smile.

Letting your body weakly droop down, sighing in relief as you felt the cold tile hug your form, you heard Curtis notice, “no, no, you can’t fall asleep out here,” feeling his fingers already slide beneath your body.

“But it’s so comfortable,” you let out a small winch as he scooped you up into his arms, your frame draping over his strong limbs, and a dull pain stung your core. “Hey, what date is it?” you suddenly asked, trying to make sense of the uncomfortable tingle.

“I-, uh, why?” he thought, carrying you back into Steve’s room, your eyes noticing the other doors down the dark hallway were all open wide, even though it was the middle of the night.

“No reason, I just think I might be getting my period or something…”

“Miss Y/l/n?” a voice called, though you were a million miles away, “Miss Y/l/n?”

“Huh?” you blinked, shaking your head slightly as you unsteadily glanced up at the figure, “sorry, yes,” you reluctantly let go of your friend’s hand and rose from the seat you had been waiting in.

“You’re gonna be fine,” Curtis gave your hand one last squeeze, “I’ll wait right here for when you’re done, okay?”

He and the other guys hadn’t let you out of their sight since the terrifying news had spread like wildfire yesterday morning and rocked the entire campus to its core.

“Okay,” you nodded weakly, not truly present as you followed the stranger inside.

Pulling out a chair at the cold table, you sat down and averted your gaze from the walls of the bare conference room provided by the school for the law enforcements to use for their investigation.

“The detective will be right in, you just sit tight,” the figure spoke before they closed the door behind them, leaving you alone in the makeshift interrogation room.

You didn’t know how long you were in there, maybe a minute, maybe ten, but soon you heard the door creak open once more and a voice, long forgotten, found your ears, “hello, I’m detective Levinson, I will be conducting this-”

“Ari?” you blinked up at your elder childhood friend in amazement, the nauseating feeling of grief momentarily washing away at his unexpected presence as he sat down opposite to you, “what are you doing here?” your eyes drifted over his informal suit, the jacket missing and the sleeves sloppily rolled up passed his burly forearms, “and when did you stop being a beat cop?”

“Uh,” he blinked, a solemn expression washing over his stern face, softening it significantly, “around a year ago,” he then sighed deeply and said, “I really hoped there had just been another Y/n Y/l/n here at this school…”

Effectively bringing you back down to earth, “oh, yeah… will this be a problem? Can you not do this if you already know me?”

“No, no, it’s not that. I just-,” his head tilted gently to the side, “this isn’t something I ever wanted you to go through.”

Sucking in a sharp breath, you nodded shyly, “yeah, well, I am.”

Looking over you a moment, taking in the small changes you had adapted in the years since you had last seen each other, he offered a genuine, “I’m sorry,” and attempted to catch your weary gaze.

“It’s not your fault,” you glanced down at your hands as your fingers once again began to dig nervously into your skin, leaving angry little half-crescent marks in its wake, “you’re not the one running around murdering students,” you awkwardly attempted to joke.

Exhaling lowly, he then opened the file in front of him and laid out a small tape recorder in the middle of the table, “are you ready to begin?”

“Yeah.”

Pressing on one of the side buttons on the recorder, Ari then announced methodically, “can you please state your name for the record?”

“Y/n Y/l/n.”

“And for the record, are you speaking to me voluntarily?”

“I am.”

Glancing over the open folder sprawled out in front of him, he asked, “what was your relationship with the victim?”

“Ransom, he-, um… he was a friend. I honestly didn’t really know him for too long, but he lived with some of my best friends, so it just seemed pretty natural for him to also become a part of our little group, if you’d call it that.”

“And you last saw Mr Drysdale when?”

“At the party Saturday night. I crashed at their flat after that, so it was probably early Sunday morning that I saw him last, when he was on his way to bed, I think.”

“Did anything happen to him that night? Anything unusual? His behaviour? Someone he interacted with? Anything you can think of that stands out?”

“Uhm,” you thought back, remembering the heated kiss you had shared in the bathroom, though looking back into Ari’s studying eyes, you couldn’t help but lie and say, “no, I don’t think so. It was just a party, you know,” the thought of telling your childhood crush that you drunkenly made out with a guy sent your stomach turning, crushing the truth before it could crawl out.

“Alright,” he nodded, “well, if you do remember anything, please reach out, we’re running the bulk of the investigation from here, so you know where I’ll be.”

“Still have your number,” you forced an awkward laugh.

“Right,” he sucked in a breath and averted his piercing gaze, “so, uhm, I don’t think I have anything else to ask you right now. Thank you for your cooperation with the investigation.”

“Of course,” you watched as his fingers wrap around the tape recorder, clicking the protruding button and making it stop, “it-, um,” you felt a shiver run down your spine as his eyes fell upon you once more, making the polite words seem that much harder to muster, “it really is good to see you again. Nice to see that you’re doing good,” then added jokingly, “that your mom still hasn’t talked you into cutting your hair,” a sincere smile tickled your lips at the mention of the warm woman living next door to your own parents.

Even though it was clearly forced, your words still conjured a genuine reaction from the guy who used to babysit you, “yeah, no, you know she’s never winning that battle,” he chuckled, shaking his head lightly, “it’s, uh, it’s great to see you as well. You-, um… yeah…” he dropped whatever compliment was on the tip of his tongue and averted his gaze, “I don’t wanna keep you any longer, you can go, you probably have classes to get to.”

“I actually don’t,” you informed him, though still slowly got up from your seat, “our professors have given us all some time off to-, uh, you know…”

“Yeah…” he nodded understandingly, his vision following your form as you made your way towards the door.

Pausing just before your fingertips grazed the doorknob, you looked back, timidly chewing on your bottom lip, “hey, Ari?”

“Yes?” he responded quickly, clearly still completely captivated.

Finding it difficult to even breathe properly in his presence, especially when those soulful eyes were locked upon yours, you found that your words crumbled before they even got to see the light of day, “I-, um…” then hastily scrambled your brain for a makeshift, “good luck.”

Breathing out a soft smile as he watched you nervously fiddle with the door handle, he said, “thanks, Y/n.”

It had been Monday morning that a garbage man had found Ransom’s body in a dumpster on the far side of campus. Even though they had tried to contain the news, it still spread like a wildfire, and come lunch that day, it was the only thing any student could talk about.

The frat quickly got sealed off as an active crime scene as it had been the last place witnesses had seen him alive, forcing the rest of the guys to temporarily bunk up with friends in their dorms. You felt a bit ashamed about the immense relief you felt at that small detail, the comfort of having each one of them fight over who got to stay with you being something you welcomed with open arms. In the end, it was both Curtis and Steve who stayed with you, Natasha giving you the room and staying with her newfound beau in the meantime, giving you the entire space for a while.

The guys had always been protective of you, but it almost seemed to have grown over the past few gloomy days. Not a second passed by where at least one of them wasn’t at your side, holding you as you cried, walking with you through the crowded campus or just keeping you company, making sure you weren’t alone. You just added it up to be their version of freaking out and buying into the whole conspiracy that it hadn’t been a drug deal gone wrong as so many had assumed of the recently deceased playboy with a penchant for illicit substances, but actually someone on campus, a stone-cold killer masking as just the person next to you in your lit class.

“Why don’t you go ask him?”

“Me?” your brows furrowed in Lloyd’s direction, “why me? If you wanna know so bad, why don’t you just go ask him yourself?”

Chiming in, Jake tilted his head, “well, you did say you know the guy.”

Exhaling lowly, you averted your gaze, your crossed arms tightening over your chest, “yeah, you could certainly say that…”

“So just go, bat your eyelashes at him for a bit and figure out how much he knows,” Lloyd tried to persuade you, though even his ever-present cocky charm couldn’t sway you this time.

Previously assuming that the whole conversation had just gone over Curtis’ head, as he had just quickly sat beside you and stared out the window, he suddenly perked up, “we just-…” he struggled to vocalise, “if it really is someone here on campus… just the thought you sitting in class with them or-, fuck, anything, it just-…” like a magnet, your fingers naturally found his own in a comforting squeeze, “angel, we just wanna keep you safe and the thought of someone like that running around terrorising the school-… just please go figure out if he has a suspect yet. See if he has got any leads.”

From the moment you had said goodbye to the familiar detective, shame about not telling him the whole truth had nearly eaten you alive. You had lied to not only a person you had known your whole life, but also a law enforcer. It was insufferable, like a snowball rolling down a hill and growing bigger and bigger with each accumulated snowflake.

“Fine,” you cracked, the shameful storm inside your body becoming too much to bear, “I’ll do it.”

“Knock, knock,” you said with a small smile as you pushed the ajar door open completely.

“Y/n,” Ari’s spine straightened in surprise, his eyes no longer glued to the computer screen before him, “what are you doing here?”

“Thought you might be hungry,” you held up your alibi for coming in the form of a takeout bag, “it’s from this little Indian place downtown,” you shut the door behind you before plopping the crinkly bag down on the table, the warm light from the desk lamp illuminating the brimming containers of curry stacked inside, “you like Indian, right?”

“I-, I do,” he said, still taken aback by the kind gesture, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Thought it was the least I could do as a thanks for what you’re doing,” you waved a hand in the direction of the cluttered corkboard on the wall.

“It’s just my job, you don’t need to thank me,” he said modestly, leaning back in his chair and lending you to spot the silver pen his fingers fiddled with.

Lowering your gaze to stare at your shoes, you exhaled, “right…”

“So, um,” he filled out the awkward silence, “was there anything else you needed?”

“Oh, sorry,” you mumbled, keeping your eyes averted, “you’re obviously super busy and here I am just barging in,” your vision finally flickered up to lock with his, already steadfast on you, “I just, uh…” your breaths became more jagged as his sky-like eyes captivated your own, “there was actually something else I wanted to talk to you about, something I wanted to tell you.”

“Alright…” he nodded, listening intently.

Blowing out a shaky breath, you revealed, “I lied, something did happen that night.”

“Okay,” his brows furrowed, though not as much as you had feared, “what was it?” your anxious brain haven already thought of a million different dramatic punishments he could penalise you with.

“I, uh…” you squeezed your eyes shut nervously, “I kissed him,” your pained voice rushed to force out, “at that party. It was in the bathroom and almost became something else, but, um yeah… we kissed… me and Ransom…” you peaked just one of your eyes open, your tense shoulders nearly pressing against your ears at this point, “I’m really sorry, I just felt like couldn’t tell you something like that, not you. I won’t be arrested for hiding this information, will I?”

“No, no,” Ari quickly rose from his seat, “Y/n, you’re okay,” he stepped closer to you as he attempted to calm your uncalled-for panic, “you won’t be arrested.”

“Oh,” you breathed, “good,” feeling your shoulders begin to drop back down again, “you know how my mind tends to freak out.”

“Yeah,” he nodded softly, “I do…” his words genuine as memories conjured the whisper of a smile to appear upon his lips, “thank you for telling me.”

Awkwardly, you flashed him a tight-lipped smile, grateful that uncomfortable moment had passed, you recalled the other reason for why you had come, “so…”

“So…” he echoed.

“Do you have any leads, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“That’s classified information, you know I can’t tell you that.”

“I know…” you averted your gaze and scrabbled your brain for what you could do or say to get him to tell you, “it’s just, I’m so scared all the time. The school was always a place that made me feel safe, till now…” although your intentions behind those words weren’t completely truthful, the statement wasn’t that far off, “it was just worth a try asking you.”

Holding your gaze, you could almost see his heartstrings get tugged as his brows quivered in compassion, “I-… I do have something. If you didn’t know, we just finished sweeping the victim’s living quarters, so if they haven’t already been notified, your friends should be able to move back in by tomorrow, but we also found something, not there, but in proximity to the dump site, there was a knife with traces of the victim’s blood on it. It’s in the lab right now as we speak, trying to decipher if there are any identifiable prints on it.”

“Oh my god…” you felt goosebumps sting at every inch of your skin.

“You haven’t heard any details about what state his body was found in, have you?”

“No…” both from avoiding the papers and keeping to your dorm, you might be the only student on campus not aware of how your late friend had died, “he was stabbed?”

“That was decisively what killed him, yeah, but he was brutally beaten before that.”

“Holy shit, that’s-…” you shuttered, your eyes just now noticing the nauseating photos pinned on the board beside you, “fuck… I don’t know how you do this all day, deal with these kinds of things.”

“It gets easier over time,” he shared, his worried eyes scanning your face a moment before apprehensively uttering, “this might be a really stupid question, but how are you holding up?”

“I-…” you toyed with the thought of lying to him yet again, but then opted to share the truth, “I am not doing so good, to be honest. I could probably count the number of hours I’ve slept in the last few days on one hand, or so I’ve been told. I don’t think it feels like I’ve slept at all, but apparently I have, just a little bit.”

Sucking in a pained breath, he murmured, “I’m sorry. I can help find someone you can talk to, if you want.”

“No, it’s alright,” his kind offer made it easier for you to look away from the horror plastered all over the office walls, “I mean, I’m not alone, that fact has become crystal clear throughout all of this.”

“Yeah, I kinda pieced that together,” he spoke in a much different manner than before, causing your brows to crinkle, “I conducted all the other interviews. It’s nice that you’ve made friends, making the most out of your college experience,” he said in a tone, almost reminiscent of jealousy.

Averting your eyes, memories you so desperately tried to keep at bay pried their way in and snuffed out the fuming flicker his resentment had ignited, “hey Ari?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you know?” you asked wearily.

“Know what?”

“Did you know all of those years, growing up together?” you lifted your vision once more as he offered you a questioning hum, “did you know that I was in love with you?”

Taken aback, it took a bit before he managed to answer, “no, I didn’t.”

“Why didn’t you ever call me? You just left.”

“I was getting married, Y/n. What was I supposed to do?”

“Not fuck the girl you used to babysit,” you shot back coldly, “what even was I to you?”

“I-… I don’t know,” his frustrated words came out breathy, “do you think I planned for any of that to have happened? To sleep with you of all people? I didn’t. But when I came home that summer and saw you again, saw who you had become, I don’t know, everything just changed, you changed. I fully thought that you’d to still be that same little annoying brat you used to be, but you really weren’t. I didn’t expect it to happen, I didn’t expect you to suddenly do something like that to me, have that kind of power over me!”

“So, you just decided to break my heart instead? I was mad for you, for as long as I could remember. That summer was the happiest I’d ever been and then you just up and left in the middle of the night without a word. Did you even think to imagine what it was like for me to run around that morning looking for you and instead finding an invitation for your wedding? I had to hear from your fucking parents that you had just come home to prepare things before the big day. You hadn’t even mentioned to me once that you were engaged, or even as much as just in a relationship. Was any of it even real to you or was I just your last bit of fun before you got tied down?”

“It was, Y/n,” he insisted sincerely, “it was the realest thing I’ve ever felt.”

“Then why did you go without as much as a goodbye? You know how much that broke me?”

“Yeah, well you seem to be doing just fine now,” he said pettily.

“Excuse me? You don’t get to say something like that to me. You were the one who broke my heart, you don’t get to judge how I glued it back together. Just go back home to your wife, why don’t you.”

Suddenly looking back at you in confusion, Ari then illuminated carefully, “Y/n, I’m not married.”

“What?” you blinked.

“I mean, I know you weren’t there that day, but I thought my mom at least had told you,” the gears turning inside of him were nearly visible to the naked eye, “I couldn’t go through with it.”

“What? Why?”

Biting his tongue as he held your eye, he then exhaled, “because I didn’t think I should get married if I was in love with someone else.”

Sucking in a stunned breath, you saw tears cloud your vision, “b-but… you never even called…”

“I know I didn’t,” he concurred heavily, his eyes unable to look away from your glossy ones. Feeling as if you might faint, you saw his woeful vision flicker down towards your lips, “I’m sorry, Y/n.”

But just as you saw him slowly inch his face closer and closer to yours, a sharp intake of air stung your lungs as you raised a hand up as a barricade, “I can’t…” too scared of history repeating itself, “we can’t…”

Sighing deeply, his eyes traced the tear that rolled down your cheek, “I know…”

You had just been helping the guys move back into the frat. That was all you had been doing. One moment you were all laughing, actually having a normal and pleasant moment for once, and the next, two officers were barging down the door and reading Lloyd his rights.

You’d nearly lost it completely and Curtis had to hold you back so that you didn’t go scratch one of the officer’s eyes out. The man in the cuffs however took it with style, only trying to break through your hazy to let you know that he would be fine and for the others to take care of you, after all, this wasn’t his first rodeo down to the station, although those times it had only been for petty crimes like bar room brawls and such.

“But I mean, how did it even happen?” you thought out loud a while later, the miranda rights still ringing in your ears like a triggering song you just couldn’t get out of your head, “that’s what my mind keeps going back to,” you had finally calmed down after what felt like forever of the guys talking out of marching down to the station to do something, anything to get Lloyd out. Completely powerless, you sat curled up at the end of the couch as words flowed from your exhausted lips, “how could someone like him be killed? He was such a nice guy.”

Not being able to stand it any longer, Curtis pipped up from the armchair on the other side of the living room, “no, he really wasn’t,” your bolstering words about the deceased being too much for him to take without cracking, “he was a rich creep and everyone knew it,” frustratingly, he gesticulated, “with everything that he did to you, how can you just sit there and say that he was a nice person? The guy drugged you and violated you in your sleep for fuck sake!”

The room went dead quiet as soon as those words left his lips.

“…what are you talking about?” your voice no higher than a whisper as you watched your burly friend shrink in regret. “Curtis,” you repeated more sternly this time as he didn’t offer an explanation, “what do you mean? What did you do?” your voice broke as thoughts about if Lloyd’s arrest hadn’t been a misunderstanding after all entered your mind.

“You can’t tell her,” Frank shot a glare at the fighter, “we had a deal.”

“Yeah, well that was before Lloyd got fucking arrested!” Jake chimed in, panic shining clear through in his tone, “she’s a part of this, has been since the very beginning. She has a right to know.”

Finding your wide eyes in the crowd, Curtis asked you wearily, “you really wanna know what happened that night?” hugging your knees tighter to your chest, you gave him a small nod in confirmation, “fine, I’ll tell you.”

…

“Is she okay?” Curtis pushed the ajar door open further to ask, haven, on his way to the bathroom, caught sight of an out of breath Ransom tugging the covers back over your passed out form.

The head of the cashmere-clad man snapped up at the sign of company, the sudden alarm that began to bloom on his features was quickly drowned out by his usual arrogant air, “yeah, man,” he shot back defensively, rushing to get out of the room, “she’s fine,” sounding like it had been a completely crazy question to ask.

Furrowed brow staying put, Curtis uttered slowly, “alright, but I think I’m just gonna check myself, if you don’t mind.”

“I said she’s fine!” Ransom slammed the door shut behind him, prohibiting the man now only inches from him from entering, “just go back to your own room!”

Worry and suspicion only growing at the obvious fibs, Curtis demanded, “what were you doing in there? What did you do?”

“What are you talking about?” he scoffed back.

“What did you do to her?” Curtis took a looming step closer just as their raised voices began to stir some of the other slumbering residents.

“I didn’t do a thing,” he cockily dared a chuckle, “calm down.”

“I will not fucking calm down,” Curtis barked back before attempting to call to you through the closed door, “angel, you okay?”

Leaning against the wall beside his own room, Jake rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he groaned, “guys, can you not yell in the middle of the night? Some of us are kinda trying to sleep here.”

Frank, as well haven appeared, seemed a little more alert at the sudden commotion in the hallway, “hey, what’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on,” their suspicious friend waved a hand, “Curtis is just being a little bitch and freaking out for no reason,” the ostentatious gesture granted the opposing man an opportunity to slip past and enter the room.

Nearly kicking the door down, Curtis rushed to your side, examining your unconscious form with worried eyes, “angel?” the dim lights streaming in from the hallway just barely letting him notice how wrinkled and haphazard the t-shirt he’d lent you just a few hours before was on you.

“Jesus, just let her sleep, dude.”

Ignoring Ransom’s words of warning, Curtis tried once more, “Y/n?” touching your skin lightly before giving you a gentle shake, “come on, wake up for me, baby,” his heart nearly beat out of his chest as he unsuccessfully tried to stir you, the shallow rise and fall of your abdomen not granting him as much comfort as it should have.

Nearing the end of the hall, Frank asked once more, “what’s going on?” side-eyeing Ransom warily, “is she okay?”

“Of course she’s okay,” the trust fund kid scoffed.

“The fuck she is,” Curtis’ head whipped back in the direction of Ransom’s silhouette in the doorway. Getting back up on his feet, his sharp intakes of air causing his shoulders to rise, he stormed back out and demanded, “what did you do? Why were you in here and why the fuck is she not waking up?”

“Did you not see how much she had to drink tonight?” Ransom defensively gestured to your passed-out form on the narrow bed, “I was just checking up on her,” and with a heavy sigh abandoned the argument entirely and descended the stairs.

Catching Curtis’ arm just in time to stop him from storming down after the man at the centre of the quarrel, Frank tried to catch the darting eyes of his friend as he asked firmly, “Curtis, what’s going on?”

“I saw him in there, hovering above her like a creep.”

Already worried eyes suddenly growing in alarm, “he was in there?” Frank quickly shared a panicked look with Jake, both now sharing the same inkling of what horrible thing had occurred, “alone with her?”

“Yes.”

“Wait,” Frank gasped, “did you say she’s not waking up? She is still breathing though, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, she’s just out cold. Why?”

“Oh my god…” Jake shuttered, his interrupted slumber now long forgotten.

“What? What is it? What aren’t you guys telling me?”

Exhaling lowly, Frank carefully began to explain, “Curtis, you know that my sister goes to Bayshore, right?”

“Um, sure, yeah?” unsure as to why that fact was significant.

“Well, she told me about this student who overdosed after being drugged and raped. The guy was apparently caught and everything but just came from a wealthy enough family to not only never be convicted, but also keep the news out of the papers. Curtis, that’s where Ransom transferred from.”

Seeing nothing but red, Curtis stormed down the stairs. On his determined path to the kitchen where the object for his bubbling rage now stood, leisurely sipping from a glass of water. Curtis narrowly caught sight of Lloyd as he finally stumbled through the entrance from his drawn-out merriment, uttering a hushed apology to the bulky frame of Steve on the couch for the way he had carelessly slammed the front door shut behind him.

Only rolling his eyes at the sight of Curtis, Ransom didn’t even lower his glass as the fuming figure neared, “dude, I already told you, I didn’t do a thing-” though the rest of his provoking words got squashed as Curtis’ fist suddenly collided with his jaw, swiftly grabbing onto his soft sweater before he could crumble like the shattered glass now scattered across the cool tile, “what the fuck!” water splashing onto both of their feet.

“What did you give her?” Curtis barked, his fingers digging into the intricate, stained knit so hard that they threatened to poke through to the other side.

“Give who what?” appalled glare piercing as he fought against the hold.

“Y/n!” he shook him heatedly, “what did you give her?”

“I didn’t give her shit, man,” Ransom just managed to spit out before white knuckles collided with his face once more.

“Did you touch her? Because I swear to fuck, if you laid even as much as one finger on her, I’m gonna-”

“Oh, I see,” he actually dared to chuckle, a bit of crimson already staining the pearly whites he flashed, “you’re jealous that you didn’t get with her tonight.”

Landing another raging blow, Curtis yanked him in close and growled, “you shut up and answer my question! Did you touch her?”

Scoffing through his laboured groans of agony, Ransom finally disclosed smugly, “of course, I did, man. She’s been all over me all night long, begging for me to give it to her good.”

The rest of the frat haven now clustered in the kitchen as well, staying in the periphery, Frank accused, “what did you give her? Was it the same as the girl you killed back at Bayshore?”

The deep-pocketed man’s eyes flickered over Curtis’ shoulder, bruises blooming and swelling up his vision, “excuse me?”

“The rape victim that overdosed at your old school?” the bridge of Frank’s nose twitched in fury, “it was you that killed her, wasn’t it?”

“I didn’t do anything of the sort, all I did was show those girls a good time, it’s not my fault some can’t keep up.”

“Is that what you think happened tonight?” Curtis hauled him against the fridge, gaining the man’s attention once more, “you call assaulting Y/n a good fucking time?”

Keeping his head held high, Ransom slurred, “what are you ashamed you’re not man enough to rough your girl up a bit and give her what she really likes?”

Huffing like a bull, he uttered, “she does not like it like that.”

“Oh yeah? Then tell me why I had her moaning the way I did, dripping down on ol’ Steve’s bed like a cheap whore. Kind of a shame that she won’t remember any of it in the morning, just hope I fucked her good enough that at least some part of her won’t forget…”

…

“Oh my god…” you shuttered, unable to look any of them in the eye, “oh my god,” your palm shot up to clasp over your lips to choke the shaky cry that forced its way out, “I thought-…” vision darting everywhere and nowhere at the same time, “I thought it had been a dream,” tears streamed down your ghostly face as the hazy nightmare suddenly came into focus, “oh my god! I-… I knew him,” you jaggedly tried to piece it all together as vile stung in the back of your throat, “he was-, he was my friend. I hadn’t known him that long, but he was my friend. I-… he wasn’t just some dangerous stranger in the back of an ally threatening to kill me, he was my friend.”

…

The incoherent screams of Curtis slowly subsisted as his rampant blows finally slowed down. Slowly backing up, chest heaving, horror took over his eyes as he saw how far he had been pushed, watching as blood bubbled out of Ransom’s mouth, guggling his words.

“Just you fucking wait till my family finds out,” he weakly continued his threats from his wrecked position on the tiled floor, “do you have any idea how much power money gives you? I can squash you all like little bugs, ruin any chance you might have of a pathetic future and keep angel all to myself.”

Unable to look away, Steve suddenly uttered as Curtis shakily retreated into the shadows, “…guys, we have to call an ambulance.”

Whipping his head around, Jake protested, “no, don’t!” ready to swat away any phone that might be raised, “he’s right. He has the upper hand no matter if we get him to a hospital or not.”

“So, what do we do? Look at him,” Steve woefully gestured to the beaten playboy crumbled on the floor, “he’s dying. We can’t just leave him here!”

“No…” Lloyd sighed, his demeanour seeming surprisingly calm and level-headed under the circumstance, “but we can use what little time we have left before the sun comes up to our advantage…”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Frank’s brows furrowed frightfully.

In a wide arc around Ransom’s broken form, Lloyd made his way over to one of the kitchen counters and pulled open a drawer, “he said it himself,” he exhaled lowly as he accepted his fate, “he is more than capable of making not only angel’s life hell, but also all of ours,” his tone cold, he riffled through the utensils, “from where I’m standing, there’s only one way for us to get out of this with minimal casualties,” and fished out a knife, the steel reflecting in the low light seeping in through the other room.

“You can’t be fucking serious,” Steve gasped, “we’re not murdering him!”

“So you’d rather try and explain his corpse just lying here in our kitchen? This way we get the upper hand, we speed up the process and use the remainder of the night to our advantage till the rest of campus wakes up, hide him somewhere else, somewhere he won’t be found,” Lloyd stressed, “we have to kill him, it’s the only way.”

“Shit dude…” Frank breathed, he and the rest realizing that he was right, “where would we even hide him?”

After only pondering it a second, Jake pipped up, “it’s trash day tomorrow,” tensely sharing glances with the rest, “if we get him to one of the big dumpsters on the other side of campus, drop him in there, no one will know! And even if they do eventually discover parts of him out on some dump, they won’t be able to get anything off of him anyways at that point.”

“I-…” Curtis’ shaky voice finally filled the room, guilt seeping through in his brassy timbre as he asked what no one else would, “…who’s gonna do it?”

Not letting the others even consider that weight, Lloyd swiftly declared, “I’ll do it.”

“What?” the trembling fighter’s eyes finally lifted.

“If they actually do somehow manage to nail us for this, it should be me that goes down for it,” he stated deliberately, “always knew I’d go to prison at some point just like my old man, this way it wouldn’t be for anything stupid.”

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7th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒻𝒶𝓌𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔

ft roommate colin shea x roommate reader.

voyeurism

9th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

ft sheriff lee bodecker x criminal reader.

face-fucking and cum eating

🌷𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 2🌷:

10th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝒶𝓏𝑒𝒹

ft tutor jake jensen x student reader.

cream pie and breeding kink

12th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒

ft step-dad johnny storm x step-daughter reader.

exhibitionism

14th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌

ft neighbour lloyd hansen x neighbour reader.

dubcon

16th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹

ft boyfriend chris evans and his best friend sebastian stan x girlfriend reader.

sharing kink and cuckolding

🍄𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 3🍄:

17th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓅𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁

ft camboy ransom drysdale x camgirl reader.

spanking and being recorded

19th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒

ft best friend’s brother curtis everett x inexperienced reader.

somnophilia

21st 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒

ft coach lance tucker x assistant coach reader.

overstimulation and semi-public sex

23rd 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈

ft doctor steve kemp x patient reader.

dacryphilia and knife kink

💗𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 4💗:

24th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎𝒹𝑜𝓁𝓁

ft boss bucky barnes x co-worker reader.

fingerfucking

26th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

ft caregiver frank adler x babysitter reader.

cockwarming

28th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓎

ft lawyer andy barber x naive reader.

daddy kink and thigh riding

30th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒

ft were-bear ari levinson x fairy reader.

monsterfucking, public sex and sex pollen

31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓌𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈

ft daddies ari levinson, nomad steve rogers, curtis everett. their best friends bucky barnes and andy barber and reader’s teacher jake jensen x little student reader.

group sex, begging, voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sir kink, semi-public sex, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, sharing kink, cum eating, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, nipple play, spit kink, hair pulling, squirting, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cuckolding, aftercare, being recorded and teasing

this fic is dedicated to @junipermuses without her, it wouldn’t exist💗

31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 2 - 𝓁𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen and his best friend johnny storm x naive reader.

voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, aftercare, exhibitionism and teasing

also this one @junipermuses 💗

31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 3 - 𝒶𝓅𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓉𝑒

ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen, his best friend johnny storm, neighbours ari levinson, andy barber and their brothers curtis everett and frank adler x naive reader.

voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, cuckolding, fingerfucking, group sex, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cum eating, aftercare, teasing, spit kink, semi-public sex, begging and exhibitionism

and this being part 2 of lavender dreams, dedicated to @junipermuses 💗

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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 11

Summary: Now presenting, Mr. And Mrs. Ransom Drysdale

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, unprotected sex, creampie, Frank Adler, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6.5K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Okay, and when is the bed coming in?” You turn around to Ransom holding onto the corgi puppy, giving her a little kiss to her snout. “Ransom, did you hear anything I said, handsome?”

“I did. The bed will be her in two days. The wedding is in five days. Grandpa’s stuff has been delivered, and we've got someone that is going to help put this room in order because I do not want you to be lifting anything. Gucci is going to the trainers starting tomorrow, and Bucky promised that he would continue to take her to school while we are away. Just me, my wife, and our little bean in your belly. Buns, you have got everything in order. Please, just breathe. It is quite alright. Your dress is at your parents.”

“And our home…Ran, this is our home. And this is our first baby, and we’ve got one in here,” grabbing at his hand you place it on your belly, thinking about how far the two of you had come. You could never imagine this Ransom that was in front of you. Primed and ready to become a home owner, father, and dog father of course.

The first moment you met him wasn’t the most spectacular of meetings. He was pompous and arrogant. But you learned quickly that Ransom was needing the same thing you were; to love and be loved. He had far surpassed your expectations for him or even your thoughts on a future husband. He was the most patient man you had ever met (with you). But the most important thing was he wanted to share a life with you.

Ransom was willing to make these huge changes in his life for you. And shockingly he was adjusting to this life easily. And Ransom now had a friend in Bucky. Had schemed this whole house and proposal with Bucky. And your old rodeo friend was letting Ransom help pick out the livestock. Even if he did laugh at your Gucci girl, despite you telling him she was a herding dog.

“Ran,” you smile at the most handsome and amazing man you have ever met in your life. “You did this. Thank you.”

“No, no. We did this. I’ve never wanted a home of my own. Yes, I had my place, but it was a house. This is our home. Our little Gucci girl is going to chase this little nugget around, and…”

“Ransom.”

“Hmm?”

“I want to name him or her after you. I love your name and how it’s a homage to Harlan. I want our nugget, be she or he, to be named after Ransom Drysdale.”

“Well, for the nugget’s sake, I hope that it’s a boy. Could you imagine a girl with that as her middle name?” Starting to giggle you nod your head. Smiling so big as you look at him. “You would prefer a girl, and her middle name be Ransom, huh?”

“Yes! It’s the cutest little thing. I just imagine this little angel baby with her herd of corgis following her around. She thinks that it’s her job to keep up with them, when in fact they’re making sure that she stays safe. And she’s got the prettiest dainty first name, but her middle name is so strong like her daddy’s. And she will be our baby Ransom.”

“It is kinda cute to think of this sweet baby girl that hopefully looks and acts like you with the name Ransom. C’mere,” his free hand pulls you into him and Gucci, and she gives her sweet little barks that weren’t so sweet in the mornings. “Now that you’ve convinced me, if we have a boy, his middle name can’t be Ransom.”

“Are you two always hugged up against each other?” Looking behind you, Bucky leans up against the doorframe, whistling as he sees the master suite. “I don’t know if this room is big enough. So the cattle will be here a few weeks after you guys get back, so there’s not much more to do for me, but to look after the baked potato. Ran, you don’t have to carry that thing around everywhere. Put her down. Gucci, you think you’re going to be able to handle watching after a Drysdale?”

She barks her tiny bark, waddling over to Bucky who squats down with her, noting how she really was a cute dog. Petting on her fluffy fur. “Steve said to tell you thanks for the invite.”

“I’ve never hated Steve. Never even hated Frank,” Bucky gives you a grimace, but it was true. There were times you were so angry at Frank, none more angrier than the other day when you confronted him about trying to break you and Ransom up. Frank was your first love. And it taught you everything you didn’t want, but more importantly, to trust your instinct.

You knew you had waited for far too long to leave Frank. Had made up way too many excuses for him. You were miserable. You allowed yourself to settle, and become a person you couldn’t even recognize anymore. But getting away, living alone, learning who you were, and time helped you find a better you. And somewhere in the midst of it all you found your best friend.

A painfully slow relationship, until things progressed. Nights where you would stay up and talk until you fell asleep to those first sweet kisses. Kisses that lingered on the lips a bit more. Kisses that had him pulling you into his lap, straddling him, while his hands held you so softly. Too timid to touch you more.

That is until you were the one pulling off your shirt. Bringing yourself closer to him. Hands running over the skin on his neck. You both were touch starved, and overwhelmed by the feeling. But still needing to make the sweet parts of the relationship last. You didn’t want to rush into the sex. It’s what you always had done, and nothing ever lasted.

Until Ransom. Until your future husband, and father of at least one child. “Bucky, what do you think we’re having?”

“Oh, no, I don’t do that. My mom can do the old wives’ tale things with you, but I don’t get into that. A healthy baby. That’s what I want. I’ll need help on the farm. Don’t think daddy-o here is going to be much help. So looks like I’ve got to train Gucci and RJ up right.”

“RJ?” Ransom’s eyebrow cocks up as he stares Bucky up and down.

“Oh, come on. Bunny will get her way, and she’s going to have her Ransom Junior. RJ. And like I said, I’m going to have to train them, and the fur ball up.”

“Fur balls. There will be more corgis. I want at least three, preferably four. Miss Gucci is just going to be the ringleader. We also got to get Chanel, Dior, and Dolce,” Bucky sighs, turning to leave the two of you. “You don’t have to wear a suit, Buck!”

“I want to! I haven’t got to wear one in a long time.”

“I helped him pick one out,” Ransom whispers, and you giggle imagining the two of them combing through suits to find the perfect one for you. They were the sweetest things. You hope that he could maybe eventually be cordial with Frank. Maybe. Hopefully.

“Baby, just breathe,” your mom says calmly behind you. Clasping your grandmother’s necklace around your neck. Your eyes flutter close as you touch on your something borrowed, somehow the vintage necklace matching perfectly with your engagement ring. “Are you getting cold feet?”

“Never,” the tears already start to well up in your eyes. Taking a deep inhale, you slowly let out your breath. Your hands move to your stomach, already feeling the nugget’s first flutters. Ransom was always touching your stomach, hoping to find his own little piece of their movements.

“I’m just ready to be Mrs. Drysdale,” you finally open your eyes looking at your mom’s reflection. “You always told me to find someone who was crazy. Crazy in love with me. I found him. Well, we found each other. And we’ve got us this little…baby.”

“Just tell us what you’re having!” Noelle, the oldest sister screams playfully. Slapping at her leg, it was killing her the most. “I gotta get a jump on buying things for the nuggie. I already know that between Ransom, Harlan, Bucky, and daddy I won’t get to.”

“You’ll get to. I promise. They’ve all been put on a budget.”

“He or she will be the first on both sides, and you’ve got a bigger closet than I have a bedroom for that baby, and you think that you’re putting a budget on anyone? How’s the in-laws doing? The snippy one that always has a cigarette was telling Bucky what to do,” you turn to look at Jacey, the baby, mortified. “Ransom told Bucky the only one he had to listen to was you, him, and Gucci. Your husband took care of it.”

“Does Ransom happen to have a brother?” You shake your head no to Claire. There was only one Ransom. It’s all the world could handle. And he was made perfectly for you. “Dammit. Does he have any cute cousins or anything? What about Bucky?”

“No!” Claire holds up her hands in surrender, laughing, and starting to question your feelings towards Bucky. “Bucky is a precious angel. You can only talk to him if you’re completely serious, and you’re not. If you want a fun time, Steve will be a blast. Bucky is off limits. He is a serial monogamous, and he doesn’t do one night stands. Do not put him in the position to feel uncomfortable at my wedding, okay?”

“Wow. Call me out in front of mom why don’t you,” Claire rolls her eyes. Crossing her arms, she leans back on the couch. Her fingers lightly tap on her arms while she glares at you.

“Yeah, well, she didn’t tell me anything I didn’t know. Besides, Steve is quite adorable if you ask me,” Claire’s mouth falls open as your mom shrugs. “Honey, it’s a small town. People talk. It’s okay. I’m not judging you for your lack of wanting to settle down. Sow those oats.”

“Not all of us can marry a rich man.”

“Not all of us marry for money either. His money and looks are an added bonus,” biting at your lip, you take another look in the mirror at yourself. You didn’t even recognize the woman that was staring at you. Turning to the side, you look at your stomach, kinda sad you weren’t really showing yet. “I want h…ahh, I about said what we were having. I want this baby to pop out. I want Ransom to feel the kicks.”

“And I for one am glad that you haven’t. No one had time to alter this dress or your after the wedding dress. As pretty as your wedding dress is, why would you want to take it off?”

You and your sisters all look at each other with the biggest smiles, giggling before answering, “It’s a party!”

“Would you calm down?” Bucky dusts Ransom’s shoulders off, laughing as his new found friend was bouncing around again. Taking a quick sip from his highball glass. “She’s still here, and agreed to marry you for some reason.”

“The reason is he stays, and doesn’t run off to ride bulls. Instead he stays behind and rides her,” Bucky turns to look at Steve with his mouth hanging open, and Steve shrugs his shoulders. “Oh, come on. Those two are perfect for each other. His lack of running away and being able to deal with his shit helps.”

“We don’t…we don’t have shit. The biggest obstacles are my family, and we moved far…far far away from them,” Ransom exhales sharply as he runs his hands through his hair again. “Why are you here now?”

“Uhh…you see, I have this friend. Um, we’re going to call him Stank. And Stank, he has this thing where he likes to go to a bar on a Saturday, and Stank may drink his loneliness away. And on this particular Saturday, because we know that the paper had this huge picture of this man in front of us and his bride to be, Stank started calling me early. Stank was wanting to do something, and Steve didn’t answer.”

Bucky and Ransom stare at Steve without blinking. More because of the information he divulged, but Steve has never been the man that could read people well. “In my story Stank is in fact Frank.”

“Yeah, I got that. I’m not going to feel guilty for marrying Stank’s ex. I want to thank him. He led her straight to me, and to our future, and made her guarded. Her inability to have something with me quickly helped us. We learned from each other. Took our time, and now we’re ending it with this grand gesture of our love. Our little…well…uh…they’re going to be the most spoiled little — thing ever. And I appreciate the offer to help Bucky on the ranch. By all means, finish out your season. And even if you want to go and rodeo, that's fine. However, if we’re going to continue to be whatever this is, you don’t have to talk in code about Frank. I’m sure the man has good qualities, or Bunny wouldn’t have stayed with him. They had something real. And then they drifted apart, and that is life. But I’m growing with her, and we’re growing our family. Let’s refer to him as Frank from now on.”

“Why won’t you tell us what’s in her belly?”

Ransom shrugs, straightening up his tie. “Buns didn’t want what we were having to overshadow the wedding. The baby will be the first on both sides of our family, and we’re excited. So far Nuggie is healthy, and their middle name is going to be Ransom, so…I want to throw up.”

Steve looks between Ransom and Bucky with a smirk. Ransom was getting everything that Bucky had ever wanted. A family of his own. The ranch part he was basically getting. Land upon land. Ransom and Bunny even had it in Bucky’s contract that after five years the house and a few acres were his. Now he needed a woman. Steve could already see Bucky devoting all his time to you and Ransom. Holed out in the middle of nowhere. And forgetting to live his life.

“You getting cold feet there, pal?”

Ransom shakes his head as he turns toward Steve, “Never. I’m just ready for us to be married.”

Your dad turns to look at you, but you can’t look away from Ransom. He was beaming at the front of the aisle. You had locked eyes with your future husband, and couldn’t look away, “Daddy, he looks so handsome. Move your feet, I’ve waited long enough.”

“No,” you tear your eyes away from Ransom to look at your dad who was tearing up. His hand pulsing on your arm. Eyes rimmed in red, and he aggressively wipes away his tears.

“Daddy.”

“Don’t you daddy me. You’re the second daughter I’ve given away, and this isn’t any easier. But honey, he’s the one,” it isn’t that you didn’t know that. You are fully aware that the man you were waiting to walk to was every bit of your dream. “He’s so good to you, to your sisters, to your mom, and me, and even Bucky. He’s going to be the best daddy to your little boy that you’re going to name Ronnie Ransom Drysdale. Just promise me something. Two things actually.”

“What is it? And I didn’t confirm or deny if we’re having a boy.”

“No, just…maybe baby number two you could name Sinclair? Or a middle name. I’ve got nothing but girls, and your sister just wants one kid, and she’s got their names picked out like a crazy person. Your other sisters aren’t old enough or in stable relationships, and…”

“Daddy, I promise, if we have a little girl, we’ll put Sinclair as her middle name.”

“Did you just confirm you’re having a boy?” You shake your head no. You would not be discussing what baby Drysdale was today and especially not while Ransom was waiting on you. “I just want to know if I need to buy my grandson his first saddle or my granddaughter her first saddle. I need to know.”

“And I need to marry that man up there. When we get back I promise we’ll tell you what your grand baby is, but if I don’t marry that man right now,” his feet are already propelling the two of you forward and you’re back to looking at Ransom. “Daddy, I can’t see.”

“It’s your tears. You’ll be fine. You’re going to have to start relying on Ransom for this silly little stuff now. Just don’t forget about your old man. You haven’t needed me in such a long time. And with that man, you won’t anymore.”

“I’ll always need you. He doesn’t know how to change a flat tire.”

“But you do. This is as it should be. That man is going to love you, take care of you and your baby, and his grandfather, and I’m just going to be your father.”

“The father I want at our house when we have our little nuggie. They’ll need you daddy. Ransom will, too. He’s never had a father. He had a grandfather. But he’ll need you,” he stops you right in front of Ransom, and the sound that releases from your mouth is pure joy. “But I need him.”

“Yeah, yeah. Here’s my daughter. Take her away, but thank you for not taking her too far. And for making her dreams…all her dreams come true,” with a lingering kiss to your cheek, he steps back to sit with your mom, and you just want to hold Ransom. He hated this. Hated being up in front of his family making him vulnerable. If you could wrap a shield around the two of you, it’s exactly what you would do.

“Our vows are just for us, Ran. I’ll hear them later, babe,” giving him a wink, you reach towards his hand, holding it so tightly in yours while the officiant goes through the most simple and sweet ceremony. Anything to keep him comfortable. This was the compromise. Vows that only you and Ransom would hear.

If Ransom isn’t the biggest softie, squeezing your hand gently, while pulling you closer to him. “Is it time?” He whispers with every pause, ready to just kiss you and move on to the party. Repeating his lines, and sliding the ring over your finger.

“Son?” Ransom looks towards the officiant with the biggest smile, “It’s time. You may now kiss your bride. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. And Mrs. Ransom Drysdale!”

Ransom’s hand wraps around your waist, pulling you tightly up against his hard chest, while you cup his cheek. Kissing him so tenderly, and reveling in the minty taste of his mouth. It was official. He was your husband. The hand on your waist slides over in front, rubbing over your nugget’s tiny little home, and he is unbelieving that this life was his. That he and you were on your way to becoming parents.

“Oh my god, stop kissing,” your dad grunts. You are never going to quit kissing him. Everyday of your life you want to kiss him. Want to love him. Whistles and cheers from everyone else erupts through the guests, but you pull apart smiling up at your best friend.

“I love you, Mr. Drysdale.”

“And I love you Mrs. Drysdale.”

“You know there’s an open bar in the barn,” Harlan looks up at the man who had been lingering outside of the barn the entire time. Never going in. Never saying anything. Just standing there. His eyes transfixed only on you. An expression that was both relieved, and yet sad. “I take it, you know her?”

He nods his head, watching as you peacefully smile up at Ransom, and Ransom’s hand is never far from your belly. Randomly would change the location to rub a thumb over your ring before leaning down to kiss you. “I’m going to have a seat. Care to join? I don’t bite. Normally I conduct these conversations over a round of Go. It is frustratingly packed up in a box, and I can’t get to it. I’m sure you would think it rather odd to have a huge Go board outside of a wedding though.”

“You don’t even know me,” he says, his eyes leaving your beautiful face to look at Harlan as he sits down slowly. Reaching over to pat the bench that Harlan had insisted be put out here for when he needed an extra moment to breathe.

“Do I not? You're fondly staring at either my grandson or his wife. Seeing how Ransom is new in town, it doesn’t take a genius to know that you’re Bunny’s cowboy,” Frank glares over at Harlan, who taps the bench again. “Come on.”

“You should hate me.”

“Why? Tonight is a night of love. I know you see her. Have you happened to look at my grandson? Or are you too busy watching her? Look at how he can’t remove his eyes off her. Sweet love.”

“She looks so beautiful.”

“People often do when they’re in love. There’s a glow to their cheeks. A twinkle in their eyes. And the best part is they can’t stop smiling. A smile that spreads over their entire face. A smile you can see is in their blood. They’re so light and airy. Two people that can’t quit touching each other, smiling at one another, and just being them. She’ll soon bring a baby into our lives, and it’s just as it should be.”

You look over to the exit, worrying about Harlan when you spot Frank. Giving him a strained wave, and you pull Ransom more into you. You didn’t hate him. You hated what he tried to do. Hated that he thought your happiness was worth the risk when he made baseless claims about you and him hooking up.

Frank gives you a nod before turning to sit on the bench with Harlan. His hands running up and down his thighs, “I love her.”

“Loved. It’s past tense.”

“No, I was going to marry her.”

“Did she ever smile at you like that?” Lifting his head up, he looks over to the ridiculously large house of yours and Ransom’s, beyond annoyed that you were living this fantasy life that he could have never provided for you. “If you love her, you’ll let her go. And that’s advice for you. She’s happy, Franklin. She’s married, and carrying my great grandchild in her belly.”

“She always wanted to be a mom. I just thought I was going to be the one that gave that to her,” Frank sighs, turning to look back towards the opening of the barn. Laughter and music spills out, and he looks towards yours and Ransom’s house high up on the mountain. The moon casts the most beautiful silver glow on the home. Reflecting everything into the pool. “I couldn’t have ever given her this though.”

“Did she ever ask you to?” Frank cuts his eyes over to Harlan who pulls out butterscotch hard candies, handing one to Frank. “She didn’t ask Ransom for that. He talked to her sisters. Used her Pinterest. Listened to her stories. That mountain was her dream. Frank, if you ever loved her, you will let her go. Those two deserve each other, and they’re beyond happy. Look at them. You have all night. I’ve seen you lurking. Let her go. Neither one hates you. But don’t come in between my grandson and Bunny again. They need each other. Have a nice night.”

Standing up, Harlan walks back into the barn, bowing his head to you on the way in. You look up at Ransom with a bit of a pained smile. Rubbing your hand up and down his arm as you look at him. “Go talk to him. Tell him to come in and get some food and cake.”

“Ran, you know it’s you I love.”

“I also know there’s unfinished business. You took my last name, and this,” pressing his hand over your stomach, his fingers splay out, and he pulses them on your belly, “This little angel nugget is mine. Ours. Buns, babe, you need this, too,” he leans down, giving you the softest and sweetest kiss on your cheek before acknowledging Frank at the edge of the barn.

Some days you didn’t know if you deserved Ransom or his kindness. Didn’t know how he grew up to be the most kind and trusting people. To you. Love was the only word you could think of to describe it. He loved you enough to trust you with Frank. Even if neither of you fully trusted him.

“You look good, kid,” Frank croaks out when you hold your hands out for a hug. “Care to share a dance with me?” You allow him to lead you onto the dance floor, grabbing his hands to get into position as you sway around. “There’s really a baby in there?”

“Yeah, little nugget. Ransom and I have been planning the nursery. I’m going to paint a mural. Bucky keeps calling the baby a chicken butt. Not to me, but to Ransom.”

“I’m sorry. You were right. You gave me every sign of how unhappy you were. And I…you’re where you belong. I just can’t help but think that I lost everything that I ever wanted today. He gets it all; the house, the baby, and the wedding. Do you ever regret our relationship?” Shaking your head no, you take a peek over towards your handsome husband who was talking to your sisters. Using big hands, and grand facial expressions.

“Why not?”

“I believe everything happens for a reason. I learned what I didn’t want. But more importantly, it gave me the push that I needed to get out of here. Took my ass to Boston, and came back with my best friend. I should thank you. You were the first hurdle to reach Ransom.”

“So, it’s all my fault that you met that pretty boy? Ugh, I guess that means you should tell me thank you. Without me, you wouldn’t have this life. You know, my life isn’t terrible either. Got my National championship belt again.”

“Thank you. Thank you for our happy times, but thank you for leading me to my future. Frank, I want you to have everything you could ever dream of. You. Your dreams. Our dreams didn’t align together. We were just meant to be for that amount of time. But I know, you’re going to find someone, and your lives will fit perfectly together. You deserve that. Thank you.”

“Thank you, Bunny. Now, go on. Start your life with Mr. Perfect over there. Enjoy having him in your life, and the baby’s. Thanks for stealing my best friends. You better watch Steve. He looks like he’s talking Claire up. You know how he is.”

“I know. Claire’s a big girl. I’ll see you around, Frank. Take care of yourself. I won’t be there to mend you back up,” Frank takes a deep breath, before leaning in to kiss you on the cheek. Giving a quick tap to your belly before walking out into the night. Leaving you to watch him, wishing you knew everything that Frank was thinking. He was loved. And you hoped that one day he would find love. But until then, you just wanted Ransom.

The man of your dreams. All you had ever wanted, and then some. Turning back to see him completely stop the conversation with your sisters when he sees you alone. A bright smile on his face when steps away from them. A direct walk right over to you looking every bit the dream you had always dreamed. The man you had wished for so many times, just up on that mountain. His cheeks are brighter than you had ever seen them.

“Mrs. Drysdale, are you ready to spend our first night at home?”

“Yes, Mr. Drysdale. Wait, who has Gucci tonight?”

“Your parents. Harlan is staying with them along with most of your sisters. I think. Claire may be going home with Steve. And I really don’t care about any of them. Our sweet girl is taken care of, and now I’d like to take care of my wife.”

“Okay, Ransom. Let’s drive the Beemer up to our home. Make love until the sun comes up,” There was no need for an official departure Noelle and her husband notice you and Ransom walking hand in hand as you head up to your home. You can’t even stop looking at him. Your long journey was worth all the wait.

Opening up your door, Ransom helps you get in. The party dress is much more manageable than your wedding dress. Jumping into the car, his fingers weave into yours, and he pulls your hand up to his mouth as he kisses along your knuckles. Holding your hand to his mouth the entire time you drive up to the house, giving you the sweetest kisses over your knuckles. Running over to your side as he helps you out.

Your home. It was finished. And you and Ransom wanted the first time having sex as husband and wife to be in your home. Leading you into the house, he turns around, and starts softly kissing along the column of your neck. Walking backwards as he pulls you to the master suite.

“Ran,” you breathlessly say as he pulls you further into the home. “Ran, baby,” his hands slide around your waist as he drags you into the bedroom. Drifting up to the top, connecting to your zipper, “Ransom Drysdale. We have got to say our vows. I promised they would only be for you. But.”

He whispers out your name. Licking his lips as if the sound of your name was the most decadent dessert he had ever tasted, “Bunny, I love you,” he pants out, kissing on your lips again. “I love you in a way that I have never loved before. I love our life. And our life that we made. I never saw myself as a father, even though I wanted kids. The thought of spending my life with someone I couldn’t stand was always in the back of my mind. And now we’re here, and she’s there, and we’re doing this. And Bunny, it’s all because of you. You made me believe in myself, and in us. And now…look at us.”

His hand finds his resting place on your stomach, and that bottom lip juts out a bit, “This is ours, and we made this happen in pure love. You’ll never know how much that this means to me, because you didn’t have to do this for us. I love you.”

“Ran, you’re making me cry, and I just can’t see properly,” raising up on your tiptoes you give him a chaste kiss. Lowering yourself slowly, you give him the most beaming smile. Holding both your hands as you lick the saline off your lips.

“I’m so proud of you, and of us, and of this life we’re making. On our terms because this is what we want. Not because we feel obligated. We created this path and journey, and I can never tell you how proud I am enough. I can never tell you just how much I love you. You never believe me, but I will make sure that my life’s journey is proving to you how worthy you are of love. Of my love, and just how much I want you every day. You were worth every heartache that I had to have to get to this. You are worth every frog that I ever kissed. And you are worth every wish that I ever made in this exact spot. I swear you made them build our bedroom over the place that me and my sisters would lay at.”

“In all those wishes I wanted a man like you. Loyal, kind, smart, protective, loving, creative, handsome, tall, blue eyes, good teeth, loves my family, a good father, my best friend, smelled good, and so much more. It’s like you were handpicked and made just for me. Here’s to the start of forever.”

The thought of not touching him skin on skin is too unbearable, and you run your hand up his chest, around his neck, and pull him down for a lingering and desperate kiss. Cupping his cheeks as he slowly starts undoing the zipper of your dress. His hand drifts down your spine, making you feel all tingly as slick pools at your core.

Your hands go to his shoulders as you push off his jacket. Your trembling fingers move to his buttons as he dips his hand under your dress to grip at your ass cheeks. Getting his buttons done completely before the two of you are left to remove the undone articles of clothing. Stepping out of the dress, you press your body up against his. Heated and aching for each other.

Clamoring at his belt and pants, and when the heavy material drops down, he removes your bra, and wraps his arm around your body, taking the two of you down to the bed. Hovering over you while a hand drifts under the elastic of your barely there panties, “The best part about your pregnancy is you're always horny and wet,” he moans, pumping two fingers into your quivering cunt.

“Shh,” you pant out pulling him back down for a bruising kiss. Biting at his lip gently as he pushes off the back of his shoes with his feet. Pulling down his boxer briefs, and moaning into his mouth when his cock springs free. Thick and heavy, leaking precum on your thigh.

He gives your panties a little tug before he’s lifting off you completely and goes down to his knees. “I want you and I naked all night long. These shoes included,” lithe fingers move over your sticky skin as he pulls off your shoes, taking a moment to remove his own socks. A trail of sweet kisses paint up your legs before yanking apart your thighs.

Sighing when he sees your glistening honey leak from your panties, and coat your thighs. “Don’t rip them,” you choke out, and Ransom changes his motions to drift them off your body. Standing up straight, and you look up at your husband. Statuesque. Your eyes looking all down his front. Tracing an outline of every hill and body that creates his hard torso. Right down to his quaking cock. In need of something warm and tight.

His fist goes around his cock, giving the member a few pumps as your own hand plays with your clit. “Ransom Drysdale you better get over me in this bed, and fuck your wife.”

“I was being sweet and looking at that little pooch of your belly,” stopping your motions you spread your velvety lips apart, letting him see just how wet you are. Letting him see your fingers dip into your tight channel. He needs to hear how wet you are. “That’ll do it,” he mumbles, placing a knee on the bed and it sinks down with his weight.

You keep your legs spread wide to accommodate his thick frame, but his teasing continues. He runs his tip up and down through your slick. Coating his bulbous mushroom with your juices, leaving you whimpering out his name like an innocent girl having sex for the first time.

Staring only into his eyes when he slowly starts to push through your walls. Gaping you open as he slowly slides into your warmth. Becoming one like you have done so many times before, but this feels brand new. His body sinks lower the deeper he goes. Not stopping until he is balls deep, and he settles his weight on his forearms.

“I’m not hurting you?”

“No, Ran. Or the baby. Just…oh my god,” you sigh as his hips rare back, and he fucks back into you hard. “Yeah, I like when you have me pinned down like this.”

“We better enjoy it while we can.”

“Stop talking about the baby as you fuck me. Not this time. Just…yes. Yeah, Ran just like that,” he lets his hips rail into you as he kisses up your neck. Giving your jaw nips as he makes his way to your mouth. Kissing over your kiss swollen lips and swallowing every sweet sound you make as he ruts into you.

Wrapping your legs around him, you pull him completely into you. You want to feel his entire weight on you. Every part of him is yours, and you own every inch of him. Sobbing into his mouth as the pleasure rushes towards your nether regions. He felt so fucking good. Pushing into you with this fervent need. You had the rest of your lives. Right now is complete desperation.

A buildup of being away from each other the night before and that morning. So in love and close enough to touch. Looking like a fairytale dream, but now you could touch him the way you had been craving. Could have him closer to you than any man has ever been in your life, because you let him fully into your heart. Completely into your soul. And he listened to every word. Protected you with every breath that he took, every beat of his heart. He is your everything, and he made sure to tell you daily that you were his.

Ransom snakes his hands down to yours, lacing his fingers with yours before he slams them above your head. Leaving you breathless as the only man you had ever truly loved takes control of your body. Grunting into your mouth with each thrust. The rumble from his chest going straight to your stretched out core.

A puddle in every sense of the word. You, yourself, were a puddle for Hugh Ransom Drysdale, and judging by the echoing squelching sounds in the room, your juices had created a puddle underneath you. A pure love with the most filthy outcome.

“Ran!” You moan into his mouth. Your fingers dig into his as your walls flutter around him. Gulping when your whole body lights on fire. “Ransom!”

“I know,” his voice nearly growls, but he doesn’t change his pace. Doesn’t stop even though his balls tighten up. Saying your name like a prayer when he grabs your hand tighter.

“Ransom, baby…oh god! I’m coming! I’m coming!”

Screeching out in your release when your walls clench down around him. Holding him tightly. Milking him until his warm seed plants deep inside of you, and the both of you moan into the other. He drops your hands, and rolls the two of you over. Pulling you on top of him, but never leaving your warmth. Your fingers explore each other’s skin like the most delicate scientist. Holding him like the precious human that he was.

“Buns…”

“I know, Ran. This is our every day. Every day in this house. Every day with you.”

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#closer to heaven #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x fem!reader #ransom drysdale x y/n #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale smut

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 🌟💦

the urge has won and I’m throwing very impromptu party for all the underrated and underappreciated cevans daddies. It’s time to give them the love they deserve.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬:

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 | super impromptu: Dec. 6 (to 3pm EST on the 7th) *CLOSED*

˚*｡:°☾ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬/𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: must be related to the party theme! these can be about any of my current works or fresh ideas/prompts | (˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ | 𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬)

𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬: must include the following characters: Jake Jensen, James Mace, Ryan Ackerman, Johnny Storm, Colin Shea, Jake Wyler, and Bryce Langley. any aus and tropes accepted (fluff, dark, anything slutty or soft really). Additional daddies: Syd, Lucas Lee, Frank Adler, and Nick Gant.

Before sending a prompt, please check the list of completed drabbles in case it has already been sent. No requests are guaranteed.

all asks/drabbles/things related to my celebration will be tagged under: #underrated daddy party & all drabbles will be reblogged onto my library: @onsunnysidelibrary

Reminder: my blog is 18+ — minors DNI. [time zone converter]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬: all fics, drabbles, etc.

updated as they’re posted | [smut*]

#bf stepbro Ryan aka Ari’s little stepbrother!Ryan Ackerman: crushes to lovers (best friend!Ari) | spicier option* (boyfriend!Ari)

space dork!boyfriend!Mace takes you to the planetarium

nasa bros: Mace vs Johnny for airhead!reader (tag)

tattooed and pierced frat boy!Jake Jensen (tag)

#mean daddy jensen: lovesick boyfriend!Jake Jensen turns into mean daddy!Jake Jensen | punishment + humiliation*

Jake Wyler seduces nerd!reader during a tutoring session*

#stoner space nerds: stoner nerd!boyfriend!Jake Jensen invites his plug co-nerd!Mace over for some weed and space documentries*

shy boyfriend!Jensen wants you to ride him*

grumpy!Mace x shy!sunshine!reader

fake good!mean boyfriend!Jake Jensen x airhead!reader (tag)

frat bros!Johnny Storm & Jake Wyler have a thing for the same girl

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xcaptain-winterx · 2 years

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Masterlist 2 Masterlist ships Kinktober 2023

Time to sin

Playing with the devils

Daddy Sociopath

Ruining the innocent

Little Secret

The Exes

Swipe Right

Chris Evans

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Bill

Curtis Everett

Dennis Baker

Frank Adler

Jake Jensen

Jake Wyler

Johnny Storm

Lloyd Hansen

Ransom Drysdale

Robert Pronge

Steve Rogers

Lucas Lee

Sebastian Stan

Blaine

Bucky Barnes

Carter Baizen

Charles Blackwood

Chase Collins

Chris Beck

Frank

Jack Benjamin

Jefferson Hatter

Justin Capshaw

Lance Tucker

Lee Bodecker

Max Burnett

Mickey Henry

Nick Fowler

Steve Kemp

Terry the Terrific

TJ Hammond

Oscar Isaac

Steven Grant/ Marc Spector/ Jake Lockley

Poe Dameron

Florence Pugh

Dani Ardor

Yelena Belova

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Tom Riddle

Evan Peters

Jimmy Darling

James March

Kai Anderson

Peter Maximoff

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babyjakes · 2 years

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event | whumptember 2022

prompt | sick

pairing | daddy!frank adler x little!reader

warnings | sfw daddy and little relationship, reader has a cold, brief mentions of medicine and nebulizer treatments, one (1) bad nautical pun, frank is so soft it physically hurts 😃

word count | 472

okay so if you haven’t read my daddy!frank stuff before, here’s the scoop: i only write sfw stuff for frank bc in my mind he is strictly sfw given his role in the movie gifted. something about writing smut for him just doesn’t work for me so whenever i write him as a daddy, it’s strictly in the caregiving role and nothing sexual!! it’s really worked for me and i love the safe!dad vibes he radiates 🥺🫶

so when reader’s sick, the most important thing for frank to do is just be nearby. he knows his baby gets anxious when she’s not feeling well so he cancels all work immediately and stays by her side for as long as she needs 💖

maybe one time reader gets a really bad cough/cold 😔👎 (which i recently had lol) she’s got a runny nose, sore throat, and a bad headache, and it lasts for days 😔😔

frank stays by her side the entire time, mostly snuggled up on the couch during the day. reader’s a little worried about passing the illness into him but he’ll have none of that, “let me hold you, pumpkin. i’ll be okay, need to make sure i’m taking care of my honey bee” 🥺😭

frank’s got the ultimate collection of dvd’s, so she gets to watch all her favorite movies. he also takes a trip to the store to grab all her favorite soft foods: yogurts, puddings, ice cream, soups, etc. maybe he spoon feeds her ice cream as they snuggle, trying to get any food in her just to help keep her strength up. “c’mon, sweetheart. can you take a few more bites for me? know it must feel good on your throat, bubba.”

maybe her favorite stuffie “catches” the sickness too so they need a little care as well 🥺💖 it makes it less scary for reader, to be doing it with her “friend.” so when she has to take medicine, or do a neb treatment, or stuff like that, her teddy bear skipper (see the cute boat pun??🥺) takes a spoonful, gets his own little mask, etc 🥺😭 frank plays right along, knowing it’ll help keep her anxieties at bay

nights when reader’s sick, she get to snuggle up with frank in his bed. usually she sleeps in her own room, since it’s equipped with all her little stuff. but whenever she needs or wants it, frank always lets her join him in his own bed. he keeps a glass of water and a box of tissues on the nightstand, rocking her softly as her eyelids grow heavy. “close your eyes, honey bee. need to get lots of rest so you can feel better soon. the boat’s at the dock waiting for our next big adventure”

🥺💖😭🫶 i LOVE soft!daddy!frank i would DIE for soft!daddy!frank 😔🙏

#eun's writing #whumptember 2022 #frank adler #frank adler fanfiction #frank adler x reader #frank adler x y/n #daddy!frank adler #frank adler x little!reader #frank adler fluff #hurt/comfort #frank adler headcanon #frank adler blurb #frank adler drabble #frank adler one shot #frank adler imagine #gifted #gifted fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction

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buckybarnesisdaddy · 4 months

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All is well Part 6

Summary- Decorating for Christmas brings out some naughty behavior and some big milestones. The New year brings some new promises and new games.

Pairings- Bucky × Daisy!Reader, Steve x Daisy!Reader, Stucky x Daisy!Reader, Ransom × Daisy!Reader, Ari x Daisy!Reader, Jefferson x Daisy!Reader, Jake Jenson x Precious!Reader, Frank Adler x Dutchess!Reader

Rating- Explicit, 18+

Warnings- polyamorous relationships, mentions of masturbation, sex (piv), anal (f receiving & m mentioned), rimming (f&m receiving), Oral (f & m receiving), spanking, biting, edging, metal arm play, Teasing, making out, lots of sex, aftercare, mentions of Daddy & Captain kink, creampie, slight cum eating, I’m sure I forgot something big. 18+ only!!

Word count- 13.7k

Author notes- I love this chapter. Stucky is heavily hinted at but never fully written. If that’s not your thing, it will still be okay to read because it’s not too in your face. Enjoy, comments are greatly appreciated, love you all!! Also once again some of these ideas were a team effort @rainydayandmondays & @theinheriteddutchess love yall! 😉❤️ Part 5 will be coming out soon and it will be linked when it’s out!! It will take place before this chapter!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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It’s beginning to look at lot like Christmas.

You hum as you watch Bucky and Steve haul the Christmas tree inside. Ari is holding the door open and Jake is walking around singing and dancing with just about anyone he passes. You laugh as he passes by and gives you a twirl. “Oh my Jake!” You laugh loudly as he spins you.

“Gotta get everyone in the spirit, Daisy!” You laugh and twirl once more with him. Bucky and Steve laugh and Steve teases Jake.

“Watch where you put those hands, Jakey boy!” Jake laughs and clearly shows one hand in yours and the other very cautiously placed on your waist. Precious walks by Steve and bumps him with her hip as she smiles.

“Oh Steven,” Steve laughs. “You know Jakey would never dare!” Jake laughs and twirls you away in into Steve’s arms. He kisses you and rubs down your back.

“I know, I just like making Jake sweat!” Steve teases as he continues to dance with you. Jake pulls Precious into his arms and they start to dance a little, his hands are definitely lower and not as cautious now. Precious giggles and kisses Jake as they dance. Bucky sneaks behind you and kisses your shoulder before he clasps yours and Steve’s hands and lays his hand on your waist and on top of Steve’s hand as you three start to dance. Dutchess and Frank watch from the kitchen as she sips her coffee. Frank shakes his head and then smiles at Dutchess. She rolls her eyes and can’t help but smile as he pulls her close and they dance in the privacy of the kitchen. Winter watches and smiles as they spin around. Ransom grumbles as he watches the ladies and their husbands dance around. Ari watches smiling before he starts taking each women, spinning them around and then moving to the next. Ransom rolls his eyes.

“Not you too?! Aren’t you Jewish?!” Ari laughs and shrugs.

“What can I say, I like Christmas too!” Ari answers. Ransom shakes his head and crosses his arms.

“Ransom! Come help us decorate the tree!” You call out as you move from Steve and Bucky’s arms, kissing them both before inviting Ransom over.

“Uhh I’m good.” He says with a little chip on his shoulder. You shrug and take Bucky’s hand. “Okay, suit yourself.”

Frank and Steve get the tree set up, Jefferson and Ari are untangling the Christmas lights, Jake is helping Precious get all the fun Christmas decor out, Bucky is in the kitchen making Christmas cookies and hot chocolate with you, his little helper. You end up licking the spoons clean and creating a little problem for Bucky with how seductive you are being without even trying. “Okay,” Bucky lets out a breathy laugh and sigh. “Maybe you should go help out the decorations on the tree. I think they are ready.”

“Okay!” You say cheerfully as you kiss his cheek and dash off. Jake and Precious grab everyone’s attention as they dig out the mistletoe. “It’s going right here!” Jake walks over to the door leading down the hall. “Everyone has to pass under and there is no getting around it.” He smiles. “Stay safe everyone!” He teases before he grabs Precious and lays a big kiss on her. You laugh and look at Steve and wink. Jake finally comes up for air and yells over to you “And don’t even think about hogging it, Daisy.” Everyone laughs and you blush a little. Bucky leans against the frame of the doorway to the kitchen as he joins in the fun.

“Ehhh we don’t need that one.” Everyone looks at him. “I attached one to our ceiling fan over our bed so we’re set.” He winks at you and everyone laughs and some of the guys wolf whistle. Steve wraps you up in a kiss and you giggle against his lips. You overhear Jake asking Precious if he could do that too, she says they will talk later. You pretend not to see Frank grab an extra mistletoe and stuff it in his pocket before he walks down the hall.

Ransom watches all this from the kitchen table, not helping and definitely not showing how much he wants to be involved. At this point Jefferson and Ari have left, Ransom thinks it’s to go visit Jefferson’s kid but he’s not entirely sure. Winter has had enough people for the day, Ransom can’t blame him for that, so all that’s left are the ladies and their husbands. Well and Ransom. He sits back and watches as You make plans with Steve and Bucky.

“We have ice skating on Saturday.” You say.

“Why are we going again?” Bucky asks.

“Because I’m Morgan’s Godfather and Tony asked us to come and visit.” Steve slings his arm around Bucky. “So we are going.” Bucky grumbles a bit. It’s not that he doesn’t like Tony or the rest of the gang, he does. He just doesn’t want to spend his Saturday at an ice skating rink with everyone else who decided to go on the weekend. With Just his Doll and Stevie? Sure! But not with everyone else in the world. Steve sees Bucky’s displeasure and laughs. “Cheer up and maybe there will be a treat for you later.” You and Steve both smirk at Bucky and he blushes.

“Fine. What other holiday plans do we have?” Bucky asks and you go over the whole list. It sounds exhausting to Ransom but he wouldn’t mind the exhaustion if he had someone to share it with. Ransom sees Dutchess slip behind Frank and wrap her hands around his waist and kiss his back. It’s inmate yet reserved, she moves away instantly but gives Frank a little look as she does. Ransom finds himself smiling at the thought of having someone look at him that way. Jake and Precious are talking nonstop about all the presents they need to buy and who they need to get them for, Jake forgets one of Precious’ friends and she corrects him as he is writing his list. Ransom laughs to himself, he hates shopping but if he had a pretty woman on his arm he could do it. Especially if she is half as happy as all three of you are about making your plans.

“Hey Ransom,” Steve says as he walks into the kitchen. “You’re looking a little too happy over there,” He teases “wouldn’t want anyone to think you actually enjoy it here.” Ransom fake laughs and Steve pats his back as he walks by. If Ransom was honest though, he’d admit he did enjoy it here. He looked forward to his time with each of you ladies and he really didn’t mind the guys. But lately he’s been hit with a sense of loneliness. Thats when the thought hits him, he wants to be a husband.

“Shit,” he sighs and grumbles quietly. “This place is making me too soft.” He quickly looks for an exit, anyway to help him not deal with the emotions bubbling up, it’s when he spots the mistletoe. “Oh that might do the trick.” He says quietly. He thinks or just make all of this harder.

You are getting some ornaments from a box when you realize you left the hooks in the basement. You start to walk down the hall when Ransom appears in the doorway and under the mistletoe. He stops you there and just smirks as he looks up. He then shrugs “it’s the rule, Daisy Mae.” You blush at the sweet nickname and pull him in for a little peck and then you’re on your way. You didn’t think twice about it until you are on your way back to the living room and Ransom is parked right under the mistletoe, again. Shrugging and saying rules are rules, you roll your eyes and smile as you kiss him again, this time he slips his hands alongside your face and kisses you deeply, enough that you get a little lightheaded when he finally lets you go. Bucky eyes your flushed face as you walk back in and you just smile.

Precious gets a phone call and goes to take it in her room, with all the noise it as hard to hear. As she passes by Ransom takes her hand and pulls her in for a kiss. She is a little shocked at the quickness but her phone ringing loudly is what pulls her back to earth. “Hello?” She says as she walks away from Ransom and to her room. When she comes back and Ransom tries to pull her into another kiss she laughs and stops him. “Ran what are you doing?!” He kisses her and she gives his butt a smack as she walks away, smirking back at him.

Dutchess finishes up the lights over the stairwell and when she walks to the doorway she stops and looks at the progress everyone has made. “This looks great so far!” Everyone agrees and then gets back to work, she turns to go check on Winter and is met by Ransom’s chest and arms around her. “Hey chess, how’s about a little smooch for the mistletoe?” He leans in and kisses her lips. Dutchess smiles against his lips and then pulls back.

“Aww that was sweet.” She pats the side of his face and then goes to check on Winter. Frank walks by and stares him down, he doubles back and looks at Ransom.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, why do you call her Chess?” Frank crosses his arms. And Ransom smirks.

“Because it’s all calculated moves with her.” Ransom sees the anger start to build in Frank's face. Ransom calling his wife ‘calculated’. Ransom quickly explains, “Not in a bad way, Frank. So calm down. Just everything is on her terms and it’s one step after another. Also her name is Dutchess… chess is kinda in the name already.” He pats his shoulder and Frank calms down a little bit not by much. He walks away to help with the tree. When Dutchess slips back by she rubs Ransom’s back and then kisses his cheek before he can demand more.

Ransom stays there all morning, everyone one of you ladies tries to leave he demands you pay the toll. Precious when she was bringing up boxes of lights got a drive by kiss. Dutchess as she was walking by and stepped a little too close, he pulled her in and kissed her, saying those are the rules! It was funny and everyone was getting a kick out of it but then it got to be a lot. “Nope Daisy Mae, it’s the rules, you gotta give me a kiss.” You didn’t mind the first couple of time but when he stopped you on your way to the bathroom, or when you were simply chasing a run away ornament, it was a little much.

“Ugh Ransom! I just needed that ornament.”

“Then walk under the doorway, give me a kiss and then you can grab it.” You lean close and whisper.

“Are you feeling left out? Is this what all this is about?” You’re really trying to connect with him, about ready to offer him to put the star on the tree when He plays it off and laughs.

“No, I’m just getting into the Christmas spirit! You wanna get the ornament then you gotta kiss me. Since I’m under the mistletoe and all.” He smirks and leans against the frame. You look at Bucky and he looks at Steve, Steve nods and Bucky shrugs. They play rock, paper, scissors and Bucky looses. Steve pats him on the back and walks straight to Ransom bends down and grabs the ornament. He then grabs Ransom’s face and kisses him and it is not a little peck either. Ransom pushes him away and just glares at him as Bucky shrugs.

“Like you said, it’s the rules.” He walks away and everyone giggles and smiles as Ransom looks pissed. Jake walks up to him and stands next to him.

“What are you looking at, puppy?” He snaps.

“Ransom!” Precious says.

“Well I needed to use the bathroom and I know I need to pay the toll, so.” He puckers up and Ransom walks away grumbling. Everyone laughs and calls Ransom back, he turns around and you pull him into your arms.

“Oh Ransom we are just messing with you! It’s how you know people love you, when they mess with you a little. If we didn’t we’d let you walk away and pout. Now come help us with the tree. Bucky will make some of his hot chocolate for you.” Bucky nods and pats his shoulder as he walks by on his way to the kitchen.

“Fine.” He agrees and pouts as he walks into the living room to help. He begrudgingly puts ornaments up and rolls his eyes at Jake’s exuberance when his favorite Christmas songs come on. But you can tell the little glint in his eyes is because you invited him to join you all. Ransom continues to help set up the tree, it is 12 feet and it really is a group affair to get it set up and decorated. Once it’s done you step back with and look at it, it’s perfect. Green and red with silver all around.

“Dutchess put the star on last year so now it’s Daisy’s turn.” Frank says as he hands the star over to you.

“Thank you, Frank.” You thank him and then look at Bucky and Steve. “I’m gonna need help up there.” They both laugh and lean down so you can climb on their shoulders standing tall and praying you don’t take the tree down like you did the last time it was your turn. You reach and you’re still not tall enough, you sigh and pat their heads. “I can’t reach. I’m still too short.” They bring you down and you hand the star to Precious, “You’re a little taller, maybe they can get you up there.” Precious sees your disappointment.

“Nope it is your turn and the boy will just have to stand on,” she looks around sees what she was looking for. “This!” She pulls the coffee table from the corner of the room. It was shoved there in all the decorating. “This should work!”

Bucky and Steve look at one another. “I think you just want us to stand on here so when it breaks we have to buy the house a new coffee table.” Steve says and Precious laughs.

“No! Come on you two will be fine!” The boys climb up there and you magically climb up on their shoulders. You lean over and place the star perfectly. Climbing back down you kiss your husbands and hug your friend.

“Thank you, Precious.” Right as you pull back the boys step off the table and it collapses and breaks. You look at Precious and then Dutchess. “We will buy the new table.” You shrugs and they both laugh.

“Good! Here I have this one marked.” Dutchess hands you her phone and shows you the Amazon page she has pulled up. You shake your head and laugh.

“You two really were planning this, huh?!” You tease.

“No!” Precious exclaims. And then she smiles and shrugs. “I mean no one has used it since the whipped cream incident-” Bucky groans and Steve laughs.

“We cleaned it off-” Bucky sighs. “No one was suppose to be home- it was my birthday!!”

“We know,” Jake steps in. “We just can’t sit in here and use it without picturing what we saw. So if we got a new one then there would be no memories attached to it!” Jake smiles and explains in his normal peppy way. You are blushing and just agree.

“Okay we will get a new one! Let’s stop talking about it.” You say.

“About what?” Ransom asks. Everyone looks Ransom and then at you. Bucky shrugs.

“It’s up to you, Doll.” Bucky pulls you closer as you look at Ransom. You look at Bucky and you can tell what he’s trying to say. You’ve been talking a lot lately about make sure to include Ransom in things and to not make him feel left out. This is a perfect opportunity, especially given even Hydra Cap knows about this because it was brought up as an ice breaker once he was here. You sigh and shake your head.

“It was Bucky’s birthday and no one was supposed to be home for the night.” You glare at everyone and they snicker and hide their faces. “Bucky, Steve and I decided to have sex on the coffee table. That’s it!” You say and cross your arms. Ransom feels off at hearing that but he smiles anyway and looks at the others who are clearly hiding more of the story.

“Well that can’t be it. There has to be more because you run outside naked with Jefferson and the whole house can see and hear you. So? What else?” Ransom steps closer, wanting to know everything, hating being on the outside and not knowing something about you. Bucky can see the slight jealousy behind his eyes. Intrigued by what all you’ve done but mad it wasn’t with him. Bucky squeezes your shoulder in reassurance and you groan.

“And we had whipped cream and syrup and it was super sticky and messy and well it left behind some accidental pictures.” You explain. Ransom smirks motions for you to continue, this is too painful so you might as well get on with it. “And while we were cleaning up they all came home early so we had to rush.” You glare again and Precious and Dutchess just smile as they hide their laughter. “So we ran back to our room and left the coffee table as best we could for the night. The morning came and it turns out that there was a perfect outline of my breast and how spread apart my thighs were and you could even see the outline of Bucky’s balls because he was fucking me from behind. Okay?! Happy!” You look at everyone and they are all laughing, it’s in good fun and you know they aren’t being mean. Lord knows they all have had their fair share of sex mishaps. Yours just made a pretty picture that Jake then had framed as a gag gift for Steve’s birthday. Ransom’s jaw is a little tight. Making sex paintings out of chocolate and whipped cream?! How come he’s never thought of that! Maybe he can convince you to do it again. Still he makes himself laugh and he nod, then a thought hits Ransom.

“Well, Steve where were you in all this?” Ransom asks and Steve smirks. Steve moves in closer to you and Bucky, he’s actually kinda behind Bucky when he says.

“I was there, I was standing up though and wasn’t touching the table.” Ransom’s eyebrows scrunch together, he looks at how the three of you are settled. You leaning back into Bucky’s arms, Steve standing behind Bucky… that’s when it hits him. Bucky’s always been a little cocky and ready to show his strength, wonder what this will do to that so called strength.

“Oh! Well, damn Bucky I didn’t take you for a bottom.” Ransom teases and stares at Bucky, challenging him. For once you don’t notice and you just blush. Everyone laughs or just gasps. Bucky knows Ransoms just trying to get a rise out of him. Hearing about the fun he’s had with you is probably riling him up. Bucky takes the high road and decides to try and teach a lesson, although all he really wants to do is make a joke about how Ransom isn’t his type so his sexual position wouldn’t matter with him.

“I’m not actually. I’m a switch leaning top.” Bucky says. “Since we are getting into specifics.”

“Oh really? Huh, interesting.” Ransom says. Bucky nods, not affected at all by Ransom’s jab. Steve perfectly and discreetly gives everyone a little nod and they all disperse without Ransom suspecting anything. It’s just Bucky, Ransom, You and Steve. So Bucky continues his little lesson, hoping Ransom will catch onto his analogy.

“Seeing as you want to talk about sexual hierarchy I feel I should let you in on a little secret I learned a long time ago. A good top knows when to bottom. They know when to let others take care of them.” Ransom is about to interrupt Bucky, confused as to why Bucky is talking about his sexual experience to him. But Bucky puts an hand out and Ransom stays quiet. “And for my birthday my two, sweet as honey, switch leaning bottoms wanted to treat me, so I let them. It was amazing and we are closer for it.” Ransom’s face softens as he realizes what Bucky is saying. It’s not about sex at all, not really. “Letting that happen doesn't make me less of a man, that doesn’t make me weak, and it sure as hell doesn’t make me any less of who I am.” Ransom’s standoff body posture drops. “I let go and allowed them in and they didn’t disappoint.” He looks at you both, you blush and Steve smiles. “We are all letting you in, Ransom. You don’t have to be involved if you don’t want to but stop trying to hurt us when we let you in. And in turn, let us in. We will do our best to not disappoint you. We are different than how your family is, Ransom. Give us a chance to prove it.” Bucky walks closer and gives his shoulder a squeeze. “Now I believe I have some Hot chocolate ready for us all. And I promise I won’t try and kiss you as we go through the doorway later.” Ransom lightly laughs and shifts a little. He walks with Bucky into the kitchen and you and Steve follow behind.

Ransom gets his hot chocolate before everyone else piles into the kitchen and gets their own. The music still plays in the background and like scene from a movie the sky opens up and starts snowing. “Oh look!” You almost squeal and hop up out of Steve’s lap. You rush over to the window and peer out as the snow begins to fall quicker.

“Good thing Steve just did a grocery run.” Dutchess says as she takes a sip of Franks hot chocolate. He gives her a little get your own look but then smirks and lets her have the rest.

“No kidding, it’s really coming down out there!” Precious says as she leans against Jake. They all see you turn around and look at Bucky. He blushes slightly and then smirks as he walks over, pulling you into his arms.

“Oh no, everyone close your blinds tonight. Looks like Daisy and Bucky are gonna be naked dancing outside after bedtime.” Jake teases and you giggle and turn to kiss Bucky’s cheek.

“Can’t help that we are fun and adventurous.” Bucky jokes.

“I’m just glad we live way out here with no neighbors.” Steve says as he stands up and joins you two by the window. “Even Andy wouldn’t be able to help you two out of all the ‘indecent exposure’ charges you’d rack up if we lived anywhere else.” Steve kisses your neck and you smile and hum at the feeling.

“And you’d be right there with us, Mr. America’s Ass.” Bucky and you tease and everyone laughs and agrees.

“Yeah, you’re just as bad Stevie!” She says as a tease. You and Bucky laugh. “I didn’t need to know that your ass is that white.” Precious teases once more before she sips her hot chocolate. Everyone laughs, you giggle and give Steve’s ass a squeeze.

“Well, why are you lookin’, Precious?” Steve says with his Brooklyn accent slipping and speaking a little lower, a little more sultry. Precious laughs, seemingly not affected by Steve’s tone in the slightest, although you definitely are. Jake can tell though the tiniest bit of blush spread across her cheeks. If he wasn’t so close he would have missed it, no one else noticed but he definitely did.

“Yeah, Precious. Why were you looking?” His voice deep and a little authoritative. Precious gulps at the tone of his voice, throat a little dry. She blushes and then quickly pulls herself together.

“I needed some fresh air one night after Jake and I had finished 3 hours of tantric-,” she clears her throat, “anyway- when I opened my blinds and window I saw what I thought was the moon, but it was much closer and brighter than I expected. Turned out it was just Steve’s pasty, white ass.” Precious smiles having regained her composure even though Jake is even closer now and making sure she feels every inch him pressing against her.

“Oh I remember that night!” You says happily. “You missed the good part if Stevie’s ass was still white.” You tease and Steve blushes bright red. Bucky laughs and teases Steve some more as well.

“Yeah, we really turned his ass into the America flag that night.” Bucky smiles and you two high five, perfectly in sync. You didn’t even have to look at one another. Everyone, even Ransom is laughing.

“If the way Steve is looking at you two means anything it seems like your asses will be resembling the America flag tonight.” Ransom jokes and everyone busts out laughing. Not expecting him to join and definitely not expecting him to actually make a funny joke instead of a mean one. Steve laughs and nods.

“Very observant, Ransom!” Steve says. “And you are 100% right. So if Bucky and Daisy are wincing when they sit down tomorrow just know it’s because their asses are very patriotic.” Ransom laughs and you giggle and kiss Steve’s cheek.

“Ehhh we will see about that.” You alway have a way of getting out of your punishments. Steve is easy to break. When Bucky sets a punishment it will be followed through with. Most would think that it’s the other way around but it’s because Bucky is so soft and lenient with everything else, he doesn’t budge when it comes to punishment. And Steve is just the opposite. “Anyway, yes unless you want a free show,” you point at all of them. Frank shakes his head and crosses his arms. Jake is basically undressing Precious where she stands, and Ransom is gazing at you with pleading eyes, like he is asking for an invitation. “Close your blinds!” You shrug, “or don’t.” You wink at Ransom and he blushes. He quickly takes a sip of his hot chocolate to cover his face just a little. Ari comes walking in with Jefferson and they both settled at the table.

“So what did we miss?” Ari asks. Ransom stands up and smirks.

“Free show in the Backyard after dark. The cast? The lovey Daisy Mae and her boy toys.” Ransom smiles and winks at you. Ari and Jefferson nod and then look at one another as they play along.

“Well shit, did I miss the dress rehearsal?” Jefferson says.

“Yeah I must not be cast in this particular production. Maybe the next show.” Ari says and everyone laughs. Past everyone crowded

In the kitchen you see Winter lean against the doorframe. You smile and he shyly smiles back. You catch Dutchess gaze and lead her eyes to Winter standing alone. She mouths a quiet thank you and then slips away with him down the hall and to their room. Frank soon follows.

Jake takes this moment now that people are starting to disperse. “Hey Precious, come with me for a moment.” He puts his arm over her shoulder and walks her to their bedroom, the closing of the door is loud but not angry. You laugh and look at Steve.

“Look at you, your ass getting everyone in trouble these days.” You tease and Steve laughs loudly.

“What can I say, it’s a great ass.” Steve smirks as he sits back down in his chair, pulling you with him. You hum against his lips as you lean in for a kiss.

“That it is.” You kiss him. Steve looks at Bucky and Bucky laughs.

“You know it’s a great ass, stop fishing for compliments.” Bucky jokes.

Despite the jokes you and Bucky don’t end up outside in the snow having crazy sex. Mainly because it started sleeting and then hailing and then snowing a full blizzard. So instead you end up snuggled between your two men on the couch as you watch White Christmas. You see Ransom standing in the doorway of the living room. Without saying a word you move Bucky to be between you and Steve, something he protests a little bit does once you give him your puppy dog eyes. You lay down and pat the couch and Ransom shuffles in, climbing next to you. Bucky scoots closer and you lay your head against his chest and in the crook of his neck. While Ransom lays his head in your lap, Steve cuddles beside Bucky and rests his head on Bucky’s shoulder. You hum in approval and press play on the movie. You start rubbing Ransom’s back out of habit, it’s what you do with Bucky and Steve, even Jefferson and Ari love it. So when Ransom pulls your hand away you are a little taken aback, you have to remind yourself that you are both still learning each other and he may not like that. Before you can apologize you realize he never let go of your hand, he is just moving it to his hair. You get the hint and smile to yourself, pushing away the tears that were forming from what you thought was his rejection of your touch. Curse your sensitive soul. You kiss behind his ear and whisper. “Okay, Ransom.” He settles more in you lap and that lets you know he appreciates your willingness to do something special for him. About halfway through the movie you notice that Steve is asleep on Bucky’s shoulder and Ransom is asleep in your lap, you playing with his hair put him to sleep pretty quickly. Bucky nudges your shoulder and smirks.

“We can’t.” You whisper. “He will wake up the minute I move. And Stevie will wake up when you move.” Bucky leans his head back and sigh. Despite your antics this morning and all the teasing about your sexual activity with your boys, you’ve been laying low these past couple weeks. In fact the last time you and Bucky had time alone was 3 weeks ago. Stevie? About just as long.

“Well we have to move to the bedroom anyway, let’s wake em up and then go to bed. Huh?!” Bucky leans in and kisses you. You smile and bring your hand to his face. You pat his cheek and agree.

“Okay, you take Stevie and head to bed. I need to talk to Ransom some, spend a few moments with him. I can’t promise anything but we will see once we get in bed, okay?” Bucky smiles and nods.

“Sounds perfect to me!” He kisses you and you whimper at his taste.

“I do miss you.” You say as you rub your thumb over his lips.

“I’m right here, baby girl.” He kisses your palm and then turns to Steve. “Hey Stevie, gotta head to bed.” Steve groans and sits up. His sleepy face is so cute, you lean over and kiss him. Bucky lightly laughs and ruffles Steve’s hair. “Come on bud, I’ll help you up.” Bucky pulls Steve up and Steve leans his head against Bucky’s shoulder as they walk to the bedroom. Once they are gone you start to wake Ransom.

“Ransom,” You rub his back and he hums as he starts to wake up. “I know, I’m sorry but the movie is over and we have to head to bed.” Ransom sits up and wipes the sleep from his eyes. “Hey sleepy,” you tease and Ransom gives you a sleepy smile.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” He looks around.

“It’s okay, Ransom.” You pull him back to the couch. “Let’s talk for a minute.” Ransom sits down and looks at you, the softness in your eyes and the gentleness in your touch. He can’t help it, he leans in and kisses you.

“Mmhmm Ransom,” he kisses you again and pulls you into his arms.

“Please, Daisy Mae. Do I have to ask?” He pleads with you. “I need-“

“Shhhh all I need is a simple ‘why’. Is it because you’re Lonely? Needy? Feeling frisky?” Ransom gently smiles. “Why?”

“Because I need to feel, Daisy Mae.” You look into his eyes and see the tears brimming. “You make me feel.” Ransom admits.

“Feel what? I want you to be specific.” You say as you straddle his lap and rub your hands up and down his chest. Ransom groans and sighs as he leans his head back against the couch. You wait, patiently. You know he will either open up or just call it quits and walk away.

“You make me feel like I want to-“ he stops. How can he admit to you that he wants to belong to someone? That he wants someone to look at him the way you look at Steve and Bucky or the way Precious looks at Jake and how Dutchess looks at Frank and Winter. How can he admit that? He sees your softness. He wants to tell you, today awoke something inside him, something he didn’t know he wanted and here he is about to admit it to you. He opens his mouth to speak and instead what comes out is, “You make me feel wanted.” The confession surprises him. It wasn’t what he wanted to say and it wasn’t what you were expecting.

“Oh Ran,” you lean forward and kiss him, taking his face in your hands and slowly moving your hips against his. He moans against your mouth. You pull back and rest your forehead on his and smile down at him. “You are wanted, Ransom.” You look over his face and let your hands drift back to his hair. “We said yes to you being here because we wanted you. We said yes to you joining our family because we wanted you.” You lean forward to kiss him, it’s a barely there kiss but it causes his breath to catch. “You were invited into my bed because I wanted you. And I still do.” You kiss him again. “You’d be surprised how many people in this house have actually grown to care about you. You are wanted,” you place a kiss on one cheek. “and you are loved, Ransom.” You place a kiss on the other. “Even when you’re mean and quippy,” Ransom smiles and laughs. You rub his chest and smile down at him.

“You don’t love me, Daisy Mae. I’m just a brat that you can tame.” Ransom lets out a sad laugh. “Not even my own family loved me, Daisy. I appreciate the sentiment but you don’t have to lie to me to make me feel better.” Ransom lays his head back and you sit a little heavier in his lap, wondering how you can get him to believe you. An idea comes.

“Well, do you believe that I love Steve and Bucky?” Ransom nods, “And do you believe that they love me?”

“Of course I do.” Ransom answers, starting to get frustrated with this line of questioning.

“Okay, good!” You stand from his lap and he reaches out to catch your hand, not wanting to lose your touch. “Now, I want you to stand up and follow me.”

“Yes ma’am, Daisy Mae.” He says as he stands and follows you, the sweetness returning to his voice and the emotion that was there before almost forgotten. “Where are we going?” Ransom asks as you two stroll down the hall.

“You are going to spend the week with me and my boys.” You say as you open the bedroom door.

“And why would I do that?” Ransom asks, crossing his arms and staring into the room. “Not that I’m opposed to a whole week with just you.” He smirks. You smile and pull him close and kiss him sweetly.

“Go to your room, make sure it’s clean, and think about what you want, Ransom. You are wanted and loved, no matter what you believe or what you’ve been told. Give us a chance to show you.” You pat his cheek and he sighs and nods.

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“Absolutely not.” Bucky says as he crosses his arms.

“So he’s just gonna be here. Like leering in the corner and watching our lives?” Steve asks. He pulls you into his lap where he sits on the bed.

“No! Look he thinks no one loves him. He literally told me, ‘you don’t love me, I’m just a brat you can tame.’ That’s what he thinks of me- of us!” You sink into Steve’s arms. “I want him to see that I do love him. It’s not the same as the love I have for you two, but I do love him and I want him to feel loved. I want him to belong.” You rest your head against Steve’s chest and he sighs. He looks at Bucky who grumbles and sighs.

“Fine I guess. But he is sleeping on an air mattress!” You laugh and shake your head. “Yes he is. This bed is big but not that big and he hogs the blankets. Also I only have room for one man in my bed and that’s Stevie.” You look up at Steve who is blushing slightly but also agreeing and looking at you.

“It would be small for 4 people, Daisy.” You roll your eyes and agree.*

“Fine, but I’ll be on the air mattress with him.” You stick out your tongue and Bucky lunges forward and kisses you, capturing your tongue and all. You giggle and he spanks you.

“Just keep at it, baby girl.” Bucky smirks.

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Ransom sits in his room staring at the wall, your words ringing in his mind. ‘Give us a chance to show you.’ He stands up and starts pacing, hands on hips and just talking to himself. “Show me what?? That eventually your words will fall short? No thanks.” He grumbles and crosses his arms over his chest. “I’ve been let down enough.” A sense of longing washes over Ransom for the second time in one day. Ransom feels something dripping down his face. He wipes it away and realizes he is crying. “Shit.” He says as he leans against the wall and slides down as he starts to sob, clinging to himself.

“I’ve been let down enough.” He quietly repeats, tears streaming down his face.

After about 15 minutes he knows you are gonna come looking for him. “She can’t see me like this” he says as he stands up and heads to the bathroom. He splashes water on his face and gets ready for bed. Stripping down to nothing he crawls in bed and waits.

Bucky lays on the bed and sighs loudly. “Wasn’t he supposed to be up here by now? I’m tired and I want to go to bed.”

Steve lightly laughs and ruffles Bucky’s hair.

“Go to sleep, grumpy. We will stay up.” Steve points to you and him.

“I’m gonna go check on him.” You stand up and leave the room and quietly slip down the stairs.

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“Ransom?” You call out as knock on the door. It opens quickly and you see a naked Ransom standing before you.

“Daisy Mae,” he says as he eyes you up and down. You are taken aback.

“Ransom? I thought-”

“Oh you thought I was actually gonna come back upstairs? To join your little family and see ‘real love in action?’ No thanks. I was a little worked up after your teasing so I rubbed one out and was just about to fall asleep. Unless of course you want to join me?” His smug expression hurts. You thought the two of you had made progress, but here he is building that wall again. You can still see the tear stains along his cheeks. You simply nod and lean forward, you take his face in your hands and gently kiss his lips.

“Goodnight Ransom, maybe another night.” You say to his offer. Turning and heading back up the stairs you can feel his hesitation as it floats in the air. All Ransom wants is to reach out and stop you, apologize and pray you forgive him. But instead he says.

“Night, Daisy Mae.” His voice is small and sounds about on the verge of breaking. He quickly shuts the door and lays down in bed again, clinging to himself and drifting off to sleep as the silent tears fall fromHis eyes.

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You sigh as you walk up the stairs. Shuffling to the bedroom, you open the door and see Steve sitting up in bed, drawing. Bucky lays beside him reading. They both look up and see your fallen face. “Daisy? What’s wrong?” Steve asks as he puts his sketch pad down.

“Come here baby.” Bucky says as he lays his books down and throws the covers back. “Come talk to us.” He says. You shake your head and start to cry a little. You move to the air mattress and grab one of Bucky’s hidden knives from under the bed. You stab the mattress and then toss the knife on the dresser before crawling between the two men. Bucky and Steve stare at one another, a little shocked.

“What did he do, Daisy?” Bucky asks calmly.

“He didn’t do anything different than what he’s done the past 9 months. But-“ you sniffle. “We had a nice talk before I came to the bedroom and then I sent him downstairs to think and-“ you burry your head in Steve’s chest as you pulls Bucky closer behind you. “He just can’t let people in, not really. He has moments where he softens and starts to let me in and then he slams the metaphorical door in my face.” You pout a little and snuggle closer to both men. “This time it just stung a little more than before.” Bucky kisses your head and Steve rubs your back. Bucky sees the look in Steve’s eyes and he knows what’s about to happen.

“Okay, Daisy girl.” He sits you up and hands you to Bucky. “I’m gonna go get you some hot chocolate. Huh?” You nod and sniffle. “Okay, I’ll be right back baby.” He kisses you gets up to leave. Bucky sees Steve turn towards the basement before he shuts the door.

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Contrary to popular belief, Steve is pretty lax in his personal life, especially with You. He will defend you to the death but he also knows you are tough enough to fight your own battles. Bucky doesn’t hesitate to “put you behind him and fight your battle for you.” You don’t mind either approach and you appreciate it in different ways. But Ransom has crossed a line now and Steve won’t have it. When Ransom opens his door and sees it’s Steve, alone? Ransom is a little worried.

“Steve-“ Ransom starts.

“My wife isn’t your punching bag. You want to open up and have heart to hearts with her? That’s fine. But after the fact when you push her aside like you didn’t just cry on her shoulder?! I’m not having that.” Steve moves into the doorway and Ransom backs up a little.

“Like you have a say-“ Ransom starts and Steve stops him.

“I do. I know you think that us Husbands are just some cucks who can’t tell our wives ‘no’ when it comes to who they sleep with, but that’s nowhere near the case. Daisy and I decided to bring Bucky in. Daisy and I decided to let you in.”

“So Bucky had no say-“ Ransom tries to interrupt, tries to get a verbal punch in but Steve is quicker.

“No he does, he did, but in your situation he wasn’t a husband yet. So letting you in was still something that Daisy and I decided within our marriage. Now Bucky has a say. And we are both close to suggesting to Daisy that maybe she needs a break from you. She cares so deeply that she gets invested and it hurts her, Ransom.” Steve explains.

“Yeah, that’s what she has 5 different men in Rotation-“ Ransom quips, taking a jab at you. Steve’s had enough. He corners Ransom against the wall.

“I don’t want to hurt you Ransom but to protect Daisy’s honor, I will.” He glares at Ransom who gulps and Steve can tell is starting to crumble. “She ‘has 5 men’ because of how deeply she cares. She doesn’t just sleep with Jefferson, she helps him with his daughter and currently she is helping with his custody hearing. She doesn’t just sleep with Ari, she is a sounding board for him when he can’t sleep. When all the horrors he’s seen are too much, she is there to help him back from the edge. She doesn’t just sleep with you, you idiot. She is currently trying to get you to see how loved you are. How regardless of what your family told you, you are valuable, you are not a screw up, and you are able to let people in. Love and relationships are give and take and I am sorry that all your family did was take from you. But I will be damed if I let you ‘take’ from my wife. I don’t care if you ever have a big redemption moment but you sure as hell will start treating My Wife with the respect she deserves. And a part of that is not treating her Iike and object for your pleasure.” Steve stares at Ransom for a moment. “Are we understood?” He steps back and lets Ransom go.

“Yes.” Ransom answers. And for once it’s not a grumble, it’s not with an eye roll, it’s a genuine answer. “Steve I’m sorry, I don’t know why-“ he stops, he doesn’t know why but he does. He takes a breath and pushes through. “I don’t know why I do this.” Steve nods and squeezes his shoulder.

“You don’t have to know why, Ransom. You just have to start to do better. A little at a time. I am under no impression that you are gonna be perfect. In fact I fully expect to have a similar conversation in a couple months.” They both laugh a little and then they get serious again. “But it will not be about how you disrespect my wife. Will it.”

Ransom shakes his head.

“No, it won’t.” Ransom says, “And Steve I- I don’t disrespect her- i don’t mean to if I do. I actually respect the hell out of her. She just- she pushes me to be better and my initial reaction is to-“

“I know Ransom. I know.” Steve nods and they sit there for a moment. “Okay, I’m gonna go.” Steve goes to leave and turns back around. “And Ransom, just a tactical warning. Sleeping completely naked is not the best way to keep yourself safe in the case of an attack. You’d never want to end up in a fight with your junk hanging out.” Ransom sighs and looks down at his naked body. “Just a thought.” Steve says as he leaves and shuts the door behind him.

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Steve returns to the bedroom with hot chocolate in hand. You sit up and wipe your tears as Steve discreetly nods to Bucky. Bucky nods back, knowing Steve did what needed to be done. “Hey Daisy girl. Here is some hot chocolate for you. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, just a little sad.” You take a sip. “You were gone for a while.” You say and Steve smiles.

“Yeah, the hot chocolate was cold, needed to heat it up. Then it was too hot so I had to get some milk- it was a whole process.” You nod and kiss his cheek.

“Well thank you.” You take another sip. “And what did you say to Ransom?” You look at him over your cup. Steve gently smiles and takes the cup from you, kissing your forehead and laying back.

“You know me too well, Daisy.” Steve says as he looks up at you, arm places behind his head and his legs spread out. You squeeze his thighs, urging him to tell you what happened. “Okay, okay,” he laughs and pulls you on top of him. “I told him that he has to start respecting my wife more or else he won’t be seeing my wife.” Bucky hums in agreement, having picked up his book again.

“Steve Rogers-“ you are about to scold him when he flips you over and pins you bellow him, his hips grinding against yours as he kisses up your neck and whispers.

“You are my wife and my job is to protect and care for you.” He kisses the other side of your neck. “He was disrespecting you and he made you cry. So we had a talk.” He nibbles along your jawline as he slips his hands up your shirt, drawing patterns on your skin. “I made sure he knows,” he palms your breast over your bra and moves to kiss along your collarbone. “That you are my wife,” he leaves a love bite on your shoulder. “That you are Bucky’s wife,” he licks up your neck as he grinds his hips against you, feeling him harden at his words and actions. “And that you will be treated as such.” He captures your lips in a kiss. You moan into his mouth as your hands move up his back, feeling his muscles move beneath your fingers. “You may be his girlfriend,” Steve says as he moves his hand down your body to the front of your pants.

“You may be his lover.” Bucky says as he moves you kiss up your neck and nibble on your ear. Steve teases you through your panties looks up to meet your gaze as Bucky slips his hand down your shirt and gropes your breast.

“But you are our Wife.” They both growl at you, possessive and all consuming.

“Yes, I’m yours!” You whimper breathlessly, clinging to them both. “Please?! Remind me-”Steve quiets you as he kiss your lips. Bucky kisses your neck before getting up from the bed. Steve pulls back and leaves you breathless and whining. They both stand straight up and rip off their shirts and rid themselves of their pants. Standing firm at the end of the bed and hard in their boxer briefs, their gaze and desire for you lights a fire of need, desperate and needy. You climb up to your knees and strip off your shirt and go to remove your bra but they stop you.

“No,” Steve says. “You won’t move a finger tonight.” Steve climbs on the bed and pulls you close. He tilts your head up to look at him.

“I love you, Daisy.” He kisses you and lays you back.

“Let us show you how much we love you, Baby girl.” Bucky says as he moves to your side. Moving a bra strap off your shoulder and kissing along the mark left in its absence.

You whimper as Bucky licks across the love bites Steve left moments ago.

“Bucky” you say Breathlessly.

“I know, Baby girl.” Bucky says as he kisses you. He looks at Steve who leans forward and kisses you before pulling back to talk to Bucky.

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They share a look and instantly know how this is going to go, completely in sync and making sure you are never left untouched. Bucky moves behind you and pulls you between his legs. You lean back into his embrace as Steve lays and settles between your legs. He pulls your shorts off and settles back down, making his way up your lower body. Kissing up your thighs as he massages your calves, Bucky unhooks your bra and tosses it off to the side. His hands instantly replace your bra and he rubs and pinches both nipples as he kisses and tongues along your neck. Lavishing kisses and licks along the sweet spot on your neck. Steve smiles against your skin as he feels the goosebumps appear along your body. Steve kisses your clothed center and teases your entrance through your panties. “So good baby” Steve mutters against you.

“Stevie- please?!” You beg. He removes your panties and tosses them with the rest of the discarded clothes.

“I’ve got you, Daisy.” Steve says before he leans forward and licks you from ass to clit. Your eyes roll back and your legs fall open more. Bucky chuckles against your neck and whispers dirty, sweet nothings in your ear as Steve devours you.

“I know that feels good. Stevie eating that sweet pussy, making you ache. Huh?!” You nod. “Stevie’s gonna have his fill and then it will be my turn. We’re gonna treat you so right Baby girl. You’d like that? Huh?!”

“Yes,” you moan. “Please Daddy?!”

Bucky growls low and captures your lips in a kiss as Steve spreads you open more, eating you out and slurping up your juices.

“This is supposed to be sweet and you want Daddy and Captain to come out and play?!” Bucky asks as he presses Steve’s head against yours harder.

“Yes!!” You cry, Steve pulls off and smirks up at you, his beard wet from you.

“You haven’t even cum yet Daisy and you’re dripping!” You whimper and nod. “Mmhmm fuck!” Steve shouts as he looks at your pussy, clenching around nothing. “And as much as I’d like to go all ‘Captain’ on you tonight, that’s not what this is. I want to dote on you all night. Make you a whining and dripping mess from how blissed out you are and you are begging for your husbands to stop giving you orgasm after orgasm.” Steve kisses you, shoving his tongue in your mouth and claiming you once more. “How does that sound.” He smirks.

“Yes, Stevie. Please?!” You follow him up from Bucky’s lap and kiss him again. Throwing your arms around his neck and pressing your bare chest against his. Bucky boxes you in from behind and you whimper when his hands slip down your body, teasing your entrance before slipping two of his metal fingers inside. He curls them in the perfect spot bringing you close to the edge right then and there. “Oh Buck- Bucky!?! Mmhmmm yes!!” When he pulls his fingers from you, you whimper and cling to Steve while pushing your hips back to Bucky.

“I know, baby girl. Lay down and let Stevie get his fill.”

“Okay,” you whimper and Bucky smiles and kisses your cheek as he pulls you back between his legs. His hard cock pressed against your back and teasing you even more.

“Mmhmm wait!” You flip over on your belly and pull your knees under you. You scoot closer to Bucky and rest your head in the crook of his thigh. Pulling Bucky out of his boxers and taking him in your hand. “Okay, now go.” You smile. Steve and Bucky laugh.

“But poor Stevie! He isn’t getting anything!”

Bucky says. You give his tip kitten licks and he moans as his head falls back. “Ehhh never mind, Stevie will get his turn in a minute.” You giggle as you take his tip in your mouth and twirl your tongue around. “Mmhmm so good.” You smile up at him and Bucky about melts. “Tonight’s about you baby girl.” He moans and you start stroking him while you lick and suck his balls.

“I know, and I want to suck you off while I cum on Stevie’s face. Either of you have an issue with that?” You ask and look back at Steve he smirks and his answer is him leaning down and eating you out from behind. He spreads your cheeks as you slip Bucky in your mouth, he slips a finger inside side your pussy with no warning. You moan around Bucky and he fights the urge to shove your head down on his length. Steve plants a kiss against your ass cheeks and that’s the only warning your get before he is eating your ass as he fingers your pussy. He reaches forward and starts rubbing your clit as he curls his fingers against your sweet spot and you see stars.

“Oh Stevie!!” You scream as you pull off Bucky. You take your hand and start jerking him off as you gasp and try to catch your breath. “Yes!! Right there baby! Mmhmm fffuuuckkk!!” You scream as you squirt on Steve’s face and he keeps going. Your walls are clenching around his fingers as he keeps fucking you. Licking at your rim and moaning against your ass, Steve pushes his tongue against the muscle and it slowly starts to give way to him. Your eyes roll back as you feel the start of the stretch. “Mmhmm Stevie!!”

“You’re doing so well baby girl.” Bucky praise, bringing your attention back to him. You take him in your mouth and start bobbing your head up and down. Sucking him off just the way he likes. “Oh rr- right tthere- yyyeess!” Bucky moans as you tongue at his tip and his eyes roll back. You meet his gaze and nod as you grip his thighs. “You sure?” You nod. Bucky gathers your hair in his hands and places his hands on the back of your head, he then proceeds to fuck your face as Steve brings you over the edge again. “Yesyesyesyes!!! Fuck I’m gonna cum,baby girl!” That’s all the warning you get before Bucky is cumming down your throat. His taste is what sends you into bliss, squirting again and pushing back, riding Steve’s face. You are blissed out and are being moved around before you know it. Steve is kissing up your body, he tastes like you. Bucky is behind you, rubbing your arms and down your thighs. Steve kisses your forehead and waits for you to come down.

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“Hey,” he says and you giggle.

“Hi, wow that was a big one.” You joke.

“Yeah it was.” Bucky laughs and kisses you.

“Still more to come, you ready?” Steve asks and you nod. “Where do you want us?” You think for a minute and then look at them both.

“Bucky behind me, Stevie in front. I want you both to prep me though.” You say as you sit up. Steve smiles and kisses you.

“I’ll grab the lube.” Bucky offers as he climbs off the bed.

“Condoms?” Steve asks. You gently smile and shake your head. “You sure?” You nod.

“Okay, I mean it was a silly question cause we never use them anyway Nd you’re on Birth control but I still thought I’d ask.” You laugh and kiss him while you wait on Bucky.

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You find yourself on your belly again, ass in the air. Bucky is behind you and he is lubing up his fingers you look and see Steve laying back and watching. You smile and beckon him over. “You have zero refractory period, both of you.” Bucky and Steve smirk and blush. Bucky smacks your ass and you moan as you push back against him. “So get over here and give my mouth something to do while Bucky stretches me open. You’ll be hard again the minute you cum.” Steve laughs and agrees with a shrug. He sits on the bed and you position yourself the same way as before. You slowly suck Steve off as Bucky gently pushes a finger against your rim until the muscle finally gives in to the pressure. “Oh Bucky,” you whimper. Steve plays with your hair and the works you up and down his length as Bucky slips in another finger.

“Opening up so well, baby girl. Fuck, look at that and so tight!” He groans as he starts to scissor his fingers open.

“Yyyyeeesss!!!” Steve moans as you take him in, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You swallow a couple times and as you do you takes your fingers and wet them with some of the drool and precum dripping from your mouth. You move and press your thumb against Steve’s hole and his eyes shoot open as he moans and spreads his legs wider. “Oh fuck yes! Fuck me!” You pull off and take a big breath, smiling up at him. You reach back and Bucky hands you the lube. You spread some on your fingers and take Steve back in your mouth as you play with his rim. “Oh please Daisy!?!” You push your finger in and search for that spot, you know the minute you find it. “Right there!! Yesyesyes!!!” You finger fuck that spot as Steve fucks your face. Bucky slips another finger in your ass as he brings his metal hand around and rubs his vibrating fingers over your clit. Your eyes roll back as you cum. Hard. Your moaning around Steve and the pressure on his prostate brings him over the edge and he cums down your throat. Bucky smirks down at you both and watches as you two write beneath him. He pulls his fingers out, lubes up his cock and slowly pushes in your ass as you are coming down from your high. You smile and whimper at the stretch, reaching back to hold Bucky’s hand as he bottoms out. You pull your fingers from Steve and Bucky decides to be a fucking tease as he leans forward and blows air over Steve’s tip “Oh Buck! Mmhmm” Steve moans from over sensitivity. Bucky smirks and pulls you up so your back is against his chest.

“Whenever you’re ready Stevie I got Daisy nice and wet for you.” He winks and Steve gives a weak and blissed smile. He takes a breath and calms down for a moment. Laying back and watching you and Bucky for a moment has him ready to go again in no time. Bucky moves you to straddle Steve and Steve bottoms out in your pussy.

“Oh Stevie! Yes baby,” you kiss him as Bucky starts to pull out and push back in. You start to ride Steve as Bucky begins to fuck your ass. Slowly building his rhythm and gripping your hips to thrust in harder. You whimper and lean back against Bucky, snapping your hips back against him. Steve sits up and starts kissing and bitting your neck. You wrap one arm around Steve’s neck to keep him close and one hand is wrapped around Bucky to grip the Back of his head and play with his hair. You feel them moving inside you, alternating thrusts and never leaving you empty. “Yes! Oh please! Mmhm I love you, I love you!! Mmhmmm” you moan as they both take over and let you relax in their arms. You balance on the edge of bliss as Steve slams against your sweet spot and Bucky’s hand reaches around and rubs your clit. “Stevie hold her up.” Steve does and Bucky takes his metal hand and makes his fingers vibrate before he presses them against your rim. “Cum for us, baby girl.” Bucky coos in your ear.

“Cum for your husbands, Daisy.” Steve whispers.

“Mmhmm make us proud, be our good little wife.” Bucky says as he nibbles on your ear and you whimper as their words tip you over the edge, you cum so hard you black out. You feel every moment of that breath taking orgasm and you feel your both your husbands cum deep inside you and then it’s just blissfulness and black.

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You wake up to Steve kissing your cheeks and Bucky wiping a warm, wet washcloth along your skin. “There she is,” Steve murmurs against you ear. “We were starting to worry.” He teases.

“Mmhmm I’m okay. Just exhausted.” You smile. “But oh so satis- oh mhmm Buck-“ Steve looks down and sees Bucky has decided the best way to clean you up is to eat you out.

“Really Buck?” Steve asks, laughing. Bucky pulls off with a pop and he smirks.

“Yeah, I never got a chance to taste my Doll.” He is gentle and slow about it but he has absolutely no issue bringing you over the edge.

“Bucky!” You moan as you arch your back, cumming in his mouth. He drinks it all up, as happy as can be.

“Best taste ever.” He moans as he licks you clean and then sits up. Bucky takes the rag and wipes your thighs and along your center. Your puffy and swollen, but the warmth and Bucky’s hand feels so good.

“Careful Buck, she might start riding your hand if you keep that up.” Steve teases and you blush as he leans down and kisses you. “Let’s get showered and get to bed, huh?” You agree.

“You two go on, I’m gonna change the sheets and then I’ll join you.” Bucky says. He kisses you and then squeezes Steve’s shoulder as he passes by.

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The water is warm and you let it pour over your body, humming at the slight sting it brings to your skin. “Daisy, you’re gonna melt.” Steve pokes your side as he reaches and turns the hot water down a bit. You laugh and turn around into his arms. You gaze up at him and melt. This man before you who chose you, who never hurts you, who takes every moment he has to tell you how much he adores you. You pull him down and into a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and jumping to wrap your legs around his waist. “Mhmm Daisy- we- mhmm”

“Shhhh. I just want to spend time with my Husband. The one who made me a wife and demands I am treated as such.” Steve tears up a little.

“I just want the best for you, Daisy.” Steve’s voice breaks a little as he talks. You nod and pull him closer, kissing his deeply as you grind against his abs. “Mmhmm fuck- you wanna?” You whimper and nod, deepening the kiss as you push your tongue against his lips, urging for access. “Okay,” Steve moans, opening his mouth and you claim him as yours. Steve reaches down and adjusts himself so his tip is at your entrance. Slowly he pushes in and you gasp in his mouth.

“Yes, Stevie!” You smile and lean back, Steve moves to the wall to brace you. He pistons his hips back and forth, hitting your sweet spot every time. “Right there baby, mmhmm yyyeeesss!!” You cum around him quickly, milking him through his high. You smile a dirty little smile when you feel him cum deep inside you. Steve catches his breath and rests his head against your breast. When Steve looks up and sees your dirty gaze, he laughs and kisses you.

“Feel so full, huh baby?” You bite your lip and nod. Steve grinds up into you again. Smirking and squeezing your ass.

“Good. I love it when you’re dripping.” Steve rubs his finger against your entrance gathering his spend. He then does the same with your ass. He brings his fingers to your lips and you happily open up.

“Good girl, lick em clean.” He praises as he murmurs darkly as your tongue licks the cum off his fingers. “How do your husbands taste, baby?” You make a show of it, rolling your eyes back and moaning around his fingers before pulling off with a pop.

“So good, Stevie. Just what I needed.” You smile and kiss him. He pulls out and puts you down, kissing your forehead before he moves to actually start showering. Bucky joins you two.

“Hey, took you long enough.” You pull Bucky into your arms and kiss him. “I got the sheets changed and the room cleaned up. Then I wanted to give you two a moment alone.” He kisses you. “Did you enjoy it?” You nod and giggle.

“I did, very much.” You kiss him and then whisper. “You’ll get your moment too. Soon I promise.” Bucky smiles and kisses your nose.

“I’m not worried, baby girl.” He kisses you and then gives your ass a spank. “Now let us get our dirty girl cleaned up, huh?!” He backs you up into the water flow and into Steve. You giggle and lean back while pulling Bucky forward.

“I love you both, so much.” You look at Bucky and then look back at Steve.

“We love you too, Daisy.” Steve says before he kisses you and then looks at Bucky. “And we love you.” Steve says as he squeezes Bucky’s shoulder, you kiss his chest and then look back at Steve. Bucky leans forward and gives a little kiss to Steve’s forehead. It’s actually kind of cute. You giggle and lean back into Steve.

“And we love you, Stevie.” Bucky says.

The shower is fast because of how tired you three are. Bucky washes your hair as Steve washes Bucky’s. They both wash your body and then you tag team with the other to wash both of them. When you are done you are warm are tucked into a clean bed with your two super soldiers and nothing could be better.

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The next few days feel a little weird. Ransom keeps his distance and Steve and Bucky are extra clingy. Touching you, pulling you close, making sure you know how loved you are. It makes you melt and you couldn’t ask for more. Christmas comes and you have a big gift exchange with the whole house. The gifts are sweet and you can tell everyone actually tried this year. Beats the year Jake gave you a book on ‘How to build a bomb’. You said thanks and promptly tossed it in the donate pile when you got back to your room. Mainly because you have Bucky and he definitely knows how to build one if you ever needed to. But the thought was there and that was nice of Jake. This year he just gave everyone in the house something explicitly from their list. Ari got everyone a gift from whatever’s country he had been to lately, and Jefferson made everyone new jackets. It was a wonderful Christmas. Steve pulls you and Bucky to the side and hands you both a little box. Inside is a new ring and a new vibranium Rolex with the date of the wedding etched on it.

“I felt it was about time I did this.” He smiles.

Bucky pulls out the watch and tear up a little.

“Did you-“ he asks.

“Yeah, I had shuri send some with a guard to the Rolex factory. Used the Vibranium and made one that wouldn’t react or mess with your arm. That way you can wear it. I know to help with questions and stuff you don’t wear a ring but-“ Steve is suddenly being kissed. Bucky pulls away and Steve blushes. “Well, I’m glad you like it, Buck.” Bucky nods and puts the watch on.

“I was wondering where my wedding band had run off too! I was too scared to tell you two that I had lost it!” You slip your pretty ring on. You have the engagement ring from Steve and Steve’s original wedding band, the engagement ring from Bucky and the wedding band from the wedding. Each of them complimenting each other and marking a completed stack. Thankfully Steve started the thin band trend when you two first got engaged or else you’d have to wear some on your left hand and some on your right. Though most days you just wear the wedding band from the joint wedding.

“Thank you, Stevie. It’s wonderful.” You give him a kiss. You look at Bucky and nod.

“Well our gift to you is,” Bucky pauses for dramatic effect before handing Steve an envelope. Steve laughs as he opens it and then he begins to tear up.

“Wait really?” Steve asks and looks between you two. You nod and he smiles as he pulls you both into a hug.

“I think it’s what we deserve right?! A late honeymoon in Wakanda. Away from the world and from all the missions. Just us three.” Bucny explains and Steve nods.

“Yes, god yes. Thank you both so much.” He kisses you and then pulls Bucky into a hug, kissing his forehead as he pulls back.

“Merry Christmas, Stevie.” You lean against him and he holds you tight. Out of the corner of your eye you see Ransom shifting around. He looks between all the couples gathered around and he looks so defeated. You look up at Steve and then Bucky, they both shrug and look back at you.

“It’s up to you, Daisy. If you want to, you can.” Steve whispers and you hold him tighter before letting go and crossing the room to Ransom.

“Hey Ransom.” You say politely.

“Daisy Mae,” he says sweetly. His face goes soft and he looks at his feet before saying, “I’ve missed you.” You pull him into a hug and kiss his cheek.

“I’ve missed you too, Ransom.” You say as you rub his back.

“I’m sorry, Daisy.” Ransom says softly into the crook of your neck. You hold him tighter.

“I forgive you.”

The week between Christmas and New Years Eve is a blur. Honestly you didn’t leave the house much. You spent some time with Jefferson, helping him get ready for his hearing.

“No not the blue, the purple looks better.” You say as he switches jackets.

“I don’t know, Bunny. Is the purple too flashy for court?!” Jefferson asks worried.

“I think it’s perfect!

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You spend some much needed time with Ari “Daze, damn when did you learn to do that?!” Ari says out of breath. You smirk and stand up.

“Bucky taught me.” You give Ari a hand and pull him up too. You had just laid him out on his ass. He asked to mess around a little bit you offered to spar Instead. He happily took you up on it.

“Well damn, maybe I need to train with Bucky. Although your pretty ass is much more fun to have in my face.” He teases S he gives your ass a squeeze. You laugh and squeeze his back.

“I don’t know, Bucky’s ass is good enough to eat.” You wink and Ari laughs and shakes his head.

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You even spend time with Ransom, playing with his hair and letting him find comfort in you in a nonsexual way. You aren’t entirely ready to have him back in your bed yet so this is a close second.

“Thank you Daisy Mae. I know I’m difficult.” He mumbles. You smile and keep playing with his hair.

“It’s okay, Ransom. I don’t mind a challenge.” You tease and Ransom lightly laughs.

“As long as you know it’s gonna be a challenge.” He looks up at you, there is a hint of sadness in his eyes. He knows he is challenging and he hopes that doesn’t push you away. He hopes it doesn’t push the others away either.

“I know, Ransom. I’m still here, aren’t I?” He gently smiles and settles his head back down in your lap.

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That night you decide to stay in. Jake and Precious were off at a party but decided to cut it short and head home. In passing you heard Jake say something about ‘banging into the new year’. Dutchess, Frank and Winter spend it on Frank’s boat. Ari and Jefferson have some drinks and then head to bed. Ari’s excuse is ‘he is too old for all that’, Bucky and Steve are sure to let him know that he is in fact a baby compared to them. So that leaves you three and Ransom. You get champagne and glasses, Bucky has made some fresh desserts, Steve has the ball drop on and Ransom sits on the couch waiting. You settle next to him Bucky and Steve on the other side. You spend the next few minutes talking about the past year.

“No seriously who is that in the basement?! He’s been here since I got here!” Ransom asks Steve and Bucky.

“You’ll find out when you need to know.” Bucky answers. You laugh and pat Ransoms cheek. You laugh over the memories of the year, some good, some sad. As it gets closer to midnight everyone starts to appear. Jake and Precious emerge from their room, looking very happy.

“Awww couldn’t make it till midnight, bud?” Bucky teases and Jake laughs and then tosses a pillow at him. Jake teases back.

“Couldn’t get it up in time for midnight, old man?” Bucky laughs loudly and starts to stand up.

“No! No demonstrations.” You and Steve are talking and pulling him to sit back down. Jake walks over and pats Bucky’s back and they have a good laugh. Jake looks at Steve and nods, Steve reaches back and they do their secret handshake, it’s a secret because it’s so complicated that no one else could remember it. Ari and Jefferson pull themselves from their beds at the sound of the laughter and Dutchess, Frank, and Winter walk in right at the countdown. The drinks are poured and everyone is standing up waiting. You look around and get a little teary eyed. All these people from different backgrounds and walks of life, together and finding healing one day at a time. You raise your glass and everyone follows.

“To growth and healing in the new year.” You say.

“To growth and healing!” Everyone toasts.

“3. 2. 1! Happy New year!!” You all cheer. You kiss Steve and then Bucky. They turn to each other and share a rare, public kiss. You turn and kiss Ransom and he smiles sweetly. Ari leans against the doorway and smirks at you, once you pull away from Steve and Bucky you make your way to him. He wraps you up and gives you a gentle kiss before giving your ass a smack. You gasp and he laughs. “First ass smack of the new year! Game on boys!” Bucky and Steve look and then start bickering with each other.

“Why didn’t you-“

“I thought you would-“

“Well I thought he’d give us at least a moment-”you look at Ari and shake your head

“Always causing trouble.” You tease.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. All I know is I am in the lead again.” He kisses you and you pat his cheek. You walk over to Jefferson

“Happy New Year, Kitten.” You kiss him and he holds you tight.

“Happy New Year, Bunny.” He smacks your ass and you laugh. “Watch out boys, you are already behind!”

“What’s happening?!” Ransom asks. Precious laughs and starts to explain.

“The month of January Daisy’s boys compete to see who can get the most ass smacks in.” Ransom laughs. “Whoever wins gets a night away with Daisy.”

“Obviously the boys made it up!” You chime in and walk back to Bucky and Steve.

“Ass smacks during sex don’t count cause no one wants to sit and verify each one.” Jake explains and Precious gives him a look. “What? I was just helping explain.” She laughs and kisses his head.

“So right now Daisy’s husbands are in last place with zero and Ari and Jefferson are tied with 1.” Dutchess explains.

“What stops someone from just sitting there and wailing on your ass?” Ransom asks you.

“Because if the smack hurts then you get negative points.” You look at Bucky who shrugs.

“You say it was a scream but I know in fact it was a moan,” he kisses your cheek, “and you liked it. A lot.” Bucky looks at Ransom “I was in the lead last year but I went a little too hard with my metal hand and ended up losing to Ari.” Bucky shoots him a look and he smirks.

“Well, I want in!” Ransom says. You laugh and the others groan.

“You can join Ransom, don’t listen to them. They are just mad that have more competition.” You kiss his cheek and he actually blushes. For his own sake no one mentions it although Jake definitely nudges Precious to point it out. She pays his cheek and rests her head on his shoulder.

“Well as fun as this was,” Frank stands up, “I’m gonna take my wife and her lover to bed.” He pulls Dutchess up with him and Winter follows. “Happy New year, everyone.” He looks down at Dutchess and smiles. “We love you all.” Jake calls after them.

“Love you too!!” He looks at Precious and whispers “he said he loved us.” She laughs and nods, taking his hand and dragging Nd very happy and enthusiastic Jake back to the bedroom. Ari kisses you goodnight and so does Jefferson. Steve and Bucky signal to you that they are headed to bed, you know they will get started without you and you don’t mind one bit walking in on that scene. You blow them kisses and watch them walk away. All that’s left is you and Ransom, you walk over and pull him closer.

“Happy new year, Ransom.” You kiss him.

“Happy New Year, Daisy.” His eyes flick from your eyes to your lips and then back again. He kisses you once more before he whispers against your lips. “I will be better, I promise. I’m trying.” You rub his cheek.

“I know, Ransom. You’re doing great.” You smile sweetly at this moment, just the two of you, in the silence of the night. What breaks the silence is the sound of Ransom’s hand slapping your ass. He smirks.

“I said Will be. I am still a brat after all.” He winks and heads off to bed. You make sure all the doors are locked and the alarm is on. You turn off the lights and head back to the bedroom to squish yourself between your two sexy husbands. As you get closer to the door you hear them, they definitely already started. You smirk and open the door, this is such a good way to start the new year.

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