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buckybarnesisdaddy · 5 months

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All is Well Part 2

Summary- Daisy and the men are still getting used to their newest houseguest.

Pairings- Steve Rogers(Nomad) x Daisy!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Daisy!Reader, Jefferson x Daisy!Reader (implied), Ransom x Daisy!Reader (implied).

Rating- Explicit, 18+

Warnings- polyamorous relationships, sex (PiV), Oral (f receiving), Double penetration, slight choking, cream pie, teased MxM but doesn’t actually happen, I’m sure I forgot something. 18+ only!!

Word count- 6.2k

Authors notes- This ties into It’s Cold, by @rainydayandmondays so please read that wonderful chapter! I haven’t posted my writing on Tumblr so here goes nothing, hopefully you all like it!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warmth. A soft, gentle warmth washes over him. “Mmhmm,” he hums as he opens his eyes. Looking down at you as your head is buried against his chest and dreaming away, a soft smile breaks over his face.

Cold. Bone-chilling cold grips his chest as he shoots awake. He is looking around and gasping for air, looking for you, his Daisy. You’re asleep in the arms of the other while one leg is entangled with his own and your hand clasped with his, Grounding him.

Love. Unmatched and all-consuming, as you sleep between your two men. You hum as you start to stir, feeling eyes on you, and then the bed shakes as one sits up, started awake.

“Buck- hey Bucky, you’re safe.” Steve’s voice is what pulls you from your sleep. Bucky’s gasping for air scares you as you wipe the sleep out of your eyes.

“Bucky? Baby, what is it?” You sit up, still holding his metal hand in yours and moving closer to him as he moves to the edge of the bed. Kissing his shoulders and rubbing his back, you try to bring him out of his dream.

“I’m- I’m okay- I…” you look at Steve, who is already sitting up and switching on the lamp. Glancing at the clock, it reads 2 am. “I’m sorry- I’ll try to go back to sleep- I just.” still trying to catch his breath, he stumbles over his words. Bucky hasn’t had nightmares in about nine months, not since you got into a routine. Nine months ago, He moved into the room you shared with Steve. He sleeps on your right, and Steve sleeps on your left. Every other morning, he gets up and runs; the mornings he doesn’t, Steve does. They never want to leave you alone. And the mornings neither get up; well, those mornings usually end up with a late start for all three of you as soft kisses turn into hands roaming each other’s bodies, which leads to you spread out above or below one of them. Bucky makes breakfast for everyone in the house and eats with you either on his lap or admiring you sitting in Steve’s. It’s a solid routine that has worked for the past nine months and one day… no nightmares for nine months and one day until tonight. Feeling the tightness in his chest finally subside, he allows you to move him back on the bed and lean back against the headboard. You settle between him and Steve, laying your head on his shoulder and taking Steve’s hand to your left.

“Talk to me, Baby.” You rub Bucky’s leg, coaxing him to open up, “What’s going on?”

Bucky lets out a heavy sigh. “You’re gonna laugh at me.” You shake your head no, and Steve voices what you’re thinking.

“Whatever it is, it’s big enough to cause your nightmares to return. Just talk to us, Buck.” Steve reaches over and squeezes his shoulder. Bucky sighs again.

“That little prick coming in and messing up our lives,” Bucky grumbles. “We all had a great system! Sleep together, workout, I cook, Stevie cleans, Daisy sits there and looks pretty-“Bucky crosses his arms. “Now I’m having to share my women-” Steve clears his throat, “Our women, Sorry Stevie.” He reaches over and ruffles Steve’s bedhead. “There is never any hot water cause he is always taking damn baths, I have to cook more food, so it’s taking even longer, and I’m not even getting to eat with you two anymore because I always serve you first-” Bucky looks down at you, and you are smiling a little. “See! I knew you’d laugh!” You smile and look at Steve, who nods. You move to straddle Bucky’s lap and wrap your arms around his neck.

“I’m not laughing, Bucky. I think you’re a little jealous of our new housemate-”

“I’m not jealous- I just hate change! You know me, I don’t do change well!” You rub down his chest.

“James Buchanan Barnes, don’t raise your voice at me.” You say in the sweetest, softest voice that all Bucky can do is smile at your request. He grumbles an apology. You giggle and kiss his nose as you say a thank you back. “Fine, you’re not jealous, but I sense you feel left out.” He nods, and you rub his chest again. “A bit… underappreciated.” He nods again, and you reach down to the hem of your shirt and lift it off in one motion. Bucky stares at your breast and licks his lips. You tilt his chin up to look at you, and you smile. “I’m sorry you have felt unseen these past few days… he can be-”

“An ass,” Steve says.

“A prick,” Bucky grumbles

“A handful,” you correct both of them. “Ransom is new; remember what it was like when we brought the last new guy in?” Bucky sighs and nods. The last new guy was a man named Frank. He had no last name, and he had a bad smoking habit. You took care of that pretty quickly. He was sweet but took some training; learning to share can be challenging for little kids, let alone grown men. He finally settled in, and the boys really like him now. He gets along with Jefferson well and keeps to himself except when asked to join everyone. He took some getting used to. Now, he comes and goes as he pleases.

“That first week, he was needy, and you both HATED him for it. Turns out he was just in need of a family, of somewhere to belong. We gave that to him. Ransom has some similar needs. His family was… well, a shit show, and he was never disciplined. Ever. Precious, Dutchess and I must correct that, and there will be some natural pushback. Trust me, it won’t be like this forever.” You lean forward and press your chest against Bucky’s. “And if anyone can show him how to behave, it’s my two Super Soldiers.” You lean in and kiss Steve and then turn to kiss Bucky. Bucky smiles and seems to relax a little. You meet Steve’s gaze, and he nods, clearing his throat and furrowing his brow; he brings up a topic that he knows could be touchy.

“Buck, this actually comes at a perfect time. Bucky looks at Steve and then at you. “The routine you-” Steve gestures to all three of you, “we- have is great, but I think we could ease up on it a bit.” Bucky goes stiff and looks at you. “We are only suggesting this because,” Steve shifts around, “well,” Still feeling like he might be walking into a dangerous conversation, “we’ve noticed how the changes have slowly been affecting you. We think it would help if you weren’t so tied to a routine that you can’t deviate from. Life is full of changes, and we have to be able to adapt to them. This is proof that maybe- just maybe your coping skills aren’t the best solution.” You lean forward and hug him tight, looking up at him with your sweet, puppy eyes, as Steve and Bucky like to call them. “You haven’t had your exact routine for eight days now, and you’ve gotten grumpy, and now you’re having nightmares,” Steve continues. “And don’t get us wrong, we LOVE grumpy you,” you giggle and kiss his chest, and Steve ruffles his hair. “But the nightmares… you’ve come so far, Buck, we don’t want you to lose all your progress.” Bucky looks at Steve and then down at you. He nods and kisses your head.

“Okay, well then, what do you two suggest? Bucky asks, actually curious how two people with no experience in PTSD therapy or counseling are going to help him overcome this.

“Well, for starters,” you smile as you sit up, drawing squiggles down his chest with your fingers. “A good night’s rest will help. And I know you’re not tired now, but,” you look at Steve and smirk. “I can change that,” Steve smirks back and pulls you into a kiss.

“I’m still pretty tired from earlier,” he winks at you as you blush, “but you two go ahead.”

That night, you tire Bucky out, and you pass out next to Steve. All three of you blissed out and incredibly happier than you were an hour ago. You and Steve make it a point to change Bucky’s schedule gradually. If he wakes up late, you encourage him to skip the run and do it at another time that day. If he cooks breakfast, he does it all at once, and it’s not made to order like he used to do. That way, if Ransom wants to be an hour late for breakfast, Bucky isn’t thrown off by that. Ransom gets cold eggs and bacon, and Bucky doesn’t miss his morning snuggles with you. Little by little, Bucky lets go of the reigns and allows the little bumps in his schedule to test his flexibility. And pretty soon, the nightmares stop, too; it’s a strange thing the mind. When every second of Bucky’s day wasn’t taken up with some task or job, it would wander to the horrors of his past life. The things he did, the people he killed, that’s why he wanted to be constantly busy. It took one prick waltzing into his home to show him that he needed to let go so he could heal and move on. He doesn’t care for Ransom, but he can’t say he hates him anymore.

***5 months later- November***

Bucky is making French toast when he hears someone come walking into the kitchen. He looks over his shoulder, “morning,” he offers, and Jake smiles and pats his shoulder as he walks by. Fixing his coffee and sitting down at the table, Bucky can tell Jake isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. “Ransom?” Bucky asks, and Jake nods.

“With precious now, and that’s why I’m here with you.” Bucky laughs and nods. “So tell me, how does one make French toast?” Jake asks, and Bucky kindly obliges him, going over each step in detail and offering to let him make a few. Bucky likes Jake; he is a little eccentric, but Bucky doesn’t mind that; it makes for good story times at the dinner table. The only thing Bucky could do without is Jake’s need to introduce him to new music; if Bucky has to hear Don’t Stop Believin’ one more time, he might just snap and beat the shit out of Ransom and blame it on music rage. He smiles to himself at the thought. That’s when the bedroom door starts to open.

“That’s my cue,” Jake smiles and excuses himself. Bucky looks over his shoulder, and he sees a half-naked Ransom walking down the hall to the bathroom, as smug as can be. Bucky sighs and shakes his head as he finishes breakfast.

The sun streams in and shines in your eyes, pulling you from your blissful sleep. You’re blissful yet cold sleep. You reach out on both sides and feel icy sheets under your fingertips. Pouting and staring at the ceiling, you grumble about waking up alone. Steve went for a run right after Bucky got up to start breakfast. You stayed tucked in bed, hoping they’d both be back by now, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. You are still lost in your pouting thoughts when there is a knock on the bedroom door. You forgo your slippers and regret it when the hardwood floor sends shivers up your spine. You tie your silk robe around you before opening the door and seeing who it is, except all you see is a giant bouquet of daisies. You’re eyes light up, and a small giggle escapes your lips. “Steve Grant Rogers, what on earth?!” Steve drops them and places the bouquet by the door before scooping you up into his arms. He tickles your sides, and a laugh escapes your lips as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“I just wanted to treat you, that’s all.” He kisses you as he kicks the door closed behind him. Steve crosses the room to the king-sized bed in the middle of the back wall. The pillows are haphazardly thrown on either side, and the dark green comforter is a little twisted, but that doesn’t stop Steve from laying you down. As you have two men permanently in your bedroom, you have the large master suite with a joined bathroom. Dutchess has a room at the very end of the hall, and it has a joined bathroom as well. Precious (as Jake likes to call her) has the room down the hall, and their bathroom is across from your bedroom. Each room is exceptionally spacious, and you’ve even drawn up plans to add a bathroom to Jake and Precious’ room. It’s only fair that they have the same privacy as you and Dutchess. Also, it would keep Ransom from giving you, Steve, and Bucky a free show whenever he can’t be bothered to close the door. And it would decrease his opportunity to eavesdrop on your private time with your boys. You can count on one hand the number of times Bucky and Steve have stayed and joined in on your time with Ransom… there’s a reason that number doesn’t go past 5.

Lost in the eyes of your husband and the feel of his lips on your skin, you don’t hear the door open. You don’t hear the clearing of his throat, and you don’t hear him call out your name; you don’t hear him at all, but you see him. Opening your eyes when Steve leaves a particularly hard love bite on your neck. There’s Ransom, bedroom door kicked back open, leaning against the doorframe. Ransom has taken your bouquet, and he’s picking the petals off the Daisies. Steve had taken the time from his run to buy you your favorite flower; it’s where your nickname comes from, and here Ransom is just ripping it apart. His smirk tells you everything you need to know; he’s looking for a reaction. Ransom knows those were special for you. He wants Steve or even you to get angry; you won’t give him that. You know he’s acting out for attention; Steve and Bucky would say he’s just being a little prick. You look away, pull Steve’s face close to yours, and whisper, “Next time, take an extra second to lock the door.” Steve scrunches his brow, and his eyes get slightly sad, thinking he messed up somehow. Looking over his shoulder, he sees Ransom’s smug face and rolls his eyes. Noticing how Ransom’s eyes rake over your body, shielded by this sheer silk robe and Steve, it sends Steve into protective mode. He starts to get up and lecture Ransom about respecting people’s privacy and how Daisy is HIS wife, and HE decides who sees her and when. All that would have done is cause Ransom to laugh in Steve’s face. Steve may be the husband, and he may have some control over Daisy, but everyone knows that the women in this house have 100% autonomy, and no one’s husband can say differently. Well, that’s what they let Ransom think, no one’s had the heart to give him the cold, hard truth about these relationships… yet. Steve just might though. Ransom stares Steve down, almost begging him to let go and yell. Ransom doesn’t rightfully fear Steve, at least not yet. You three ladies allow the men to handle their differences however they see fit. As long as no one is seriously hurt, they can duke it out. That rule was put on pause once Ransom arrived because, well, the boys would have permanently damaged his face and their hands with the amount of times they’ve had disagreements with him. So, if Steve had chosen to tell him off like he so desperately wanted to do, Ransom would have answered with a literal laugh in Steve’s face. And Steve would have had no choice but to show Ransom why he should fear him. But Bucky saves the day and the peace. Bucky always saves the day.

“Beat it.” Bucky walks up beside Ransom and stands in the doorway to block his view. Not before he glances at you himself; he definitely likes what he sees, and you bite your lip when you catch his gaze. He turns back around and looks Ransom up and down. “You’re not supposed to have a foot in this room until tomorrow.” Ransom scoffs at Bucky. “Breakfast is ready in the kitchen; go now.” Bucky stands up straighter, towering over Ransom; he’s only one or two inches taller, but still, with Bucky’s muscles, it's intimidating. Bucky gives Ransom’s shoulder a little push, moving him out of the doorway, and Bucky shuts and locks the door on him.

“I’m sorry he ruined your flowers.” Steve opens your robe and kisses your chest. You hum at the feeling of his beard creating delicious friction along your soft skin.

“It’s okay, Stevie. Bucky? Could you gather the petals? If Ransom wants to ruin my flowers, then he will have to bathe with the petals his next bath.” You smile, and Bucky lightly laughs and nods.

“He’s gonna hate and love that simultaneously,” Bucky says as he gathers the petals and places them on the dresser. One hand plays in Steve’s hair as he continues to kiss your chest, and the other reaches out to Bucky. He stands at the end of the bed watching you and Steve; he sees how you melt in Steve’s arms and soften at the feel of his lips along your breast. You make a grabby motion, and he teases you by doing it back. You pout, and a light laugh escapes Bucky’s lips before he gives in and walks over.

“You two left me in a cold bed this morning, all alone,” You tighten your grip on Steve’s hair, and you squeeze Bucky’s hand a little harder. They look at each other.

“I was making breakfast-“

“I needed to run- I haven’t been running in- “

“Yeah, but it was your first morning with alone time since the- “

“I had promised Sam-“

“Boys, boys, boys.” You say, and they stop talking over one another. “I’m not mad,” you smile up at them; you’re still on your back with Steve on top of you. You run your hands up and down their chests, feeling the muscles move and tense under your fingers. “I just need you two to warm me up.” You smile, and Steve gives you a deep kiss, and then so does Bucky.

“I’ve got just the thing. Buck?” Steve says.

“High or low?” Bucky asks, and Steve thinks for a minute.

“High, I haven’t spent enough time up high.” Bucky nods, and then they are both moving you around the bed. Steve lays next to you and opens your robe as Bucky lays between your legs and rubs up and down your thighs.

“Mhmm, my boys,” You hum as Bucky kisses you along your center. He whispered against your skin.

“All yours, Doll.” Bucky gives a love bite to your inner thigh and then sets in to devour you.

“Sweet, perfect Daisy,” Steve says against your lips as he kisses you.

Soon Bucky has you arching off the bed and clinging to Steve as you reach your high. “Atta girl, just like that,” Steve whispers in your ear while playing with Bucky’s hair as he cleans you up and gets more than his fair share of you. You pull Bucky up, and he settles between your legs as he kisses you, shoving his tongue in your mouth as you moan around it. Pulling away to fill your screaming lungs,

“Now it’s your turn,” you say breathlessly. You look at Steve. “Yours too, Stevie.” You smirk and move them around. Bucky settles behind you while you straddle Steve’s lap, already guiding him inside. You moan at the stretch while Bucky kisses your neck, his hands drifting down your body and between your breasts.

“Where do you want me, baby girl? In this sweet ass,” he squeezes it, “in that sweet pussy with Stevie,” He guides you up and down to start riding slowly. “or in Stevie?” He pinches Steve’s thigh, and that has you all laughing a little, and you turn and kiss Bucky.

“I’d never choose that FOR Stevie.” You wink.

“You choose everything else for him.” Bucky retorts, and Steve laughs loudly. Steve gives your ass a smack on one side with one hand and the he reaches up and smacks the side of Bucky’s ass with the other. Almost like a reprimand to you both, you can’t help but giggle and Bucky laughs.

“This is why you have neighbors like Peter assuming we are fucking.” Steve responds with a bit of light in his eyes. Bucky smirks and slowly pushes in alongside Steve.

“I mean, that’s kinda what we’re doing now, isn’t it?” Bucky says, trying not to sound affected by how you are squeezing him. You and Steve moan loudly, and you collapse on Steve’s chest. Bucky beams at the reaction he pulled out of both of you. Steve catches his breath, and a small smile escapes as he lets out a breathy laugh.

“True, but Daisy’s pussy and my ass are two very different things.” Steve struggles to get out. Bucky smirks as he slowly moves in and out, torturing you and Steve.

“Now Stevie-“Bucky starts, but you and Steve cut him off.

“Just fuck us!” You scream, tired of his games.

“My god, Bucky- just move!” Steve screams and emphasizes it with another smack to the side of Bucky’s ass.

Bucky bites his lip and pulls back before slamming back in hard and fast.

“Ffffuuu“ you stammer out. Bucky’s metal hand wraps around the back of your neck, and Steve sits up and wraps his hand around the front.

“You know how we feel about that, Daisy girl,” Steve whispers against your lips.

“Yeah, it’s the only thing we ask of you, Doll.” Bucky coos in your ear. You smile as they squeeze a little and then let go. Bucky slams back in.

“FUCK!!!” You scream as he hits that sweet spot inside you. Bucky smirks and slaps your ass, and Steve kisses you hard.

“Thatta girl.” Steve praises.

“Love that dirty mouth! Gotta fully commit.” Bucky grabs your hips and sets a brutal pace as he chases his high, bringing you and Steve over the edge.

“Squeezin’ us so good, baby girl!” Bucky moans as he cums deep inside you.

“So good, my sweet Daisy!!” Steve cums alongside Bucky and fills you to the brim.

You lay there wrapped in their arms for a good 10 minutes, unable to move or even speak. You play with Bucky’s hair as Steve kisses your neck, and you thread your hand in his. “I guess we should get up, shower, and join the rest of the world,” Steve says; he stands up to head to the shower. “And you, my wife,” you smile proudly. “are coming with me!” Steve lifts you into his arms and throws you over his shoulder. You laugh and smack his ass. He looks at Bucky and winks. “You comin’?” Steve says as he walks off to the bathroom. Lifting your head, you make grabby hands again, and Bucky can’t resist your grabby hands and pouty face.

“Fine, you’ve convinced me!” Bucky teases and runs after you two. After a long, hot shower and an orgasm each, you finally get out and get ready for the day.

“Any plans today?” You ask Steve and Bucky as you gather the daisy petals into a bag for later.

“I’m going to spend some time with Cap. See if I can get through to him.” Bucky kisses your cheek. “We are almost on the road to almost having a breakthrough!” He smiles proudly. Steve laughs and pats his back before leaning over and kissing your cheek.

“I am helping Bucky for a bit later, but first, I’m making a grocery run or else Jake, Cap, and Winter will eat us out of house and home.” He grabs his wallet and heads to the door.

“To be fair, Cap and Winter can finally have seconds without punishment. So I get it. Jake? That you’ll have to talk to Precious about.” Steve waves it off and heads out the door. Once you have a moment, Bucky pulls you close and kisses you sweetly.

“I love you, and I’ll see you later. Hopefully, Cap doesn’t kill me,” he teases you. “I’d like my last night with just my Wife before I have to share you with others again.” You blush and pull him close. Three weeks ago, in a private ceremony with just the house members, you and Steve added Bucky to your marriage. It’s not conventional, but nothing about this situation is. Bucky has always been a part of your lives, and that one day, when he expressed his love for you, it felt right. Even Steve knew and felt the same way. Bucky moved in about four years ago, and three weeks ago, it was made official, as official as this can be. Out of respect for the new “marriage,” everyone except Steve had to be hands-off with you for three weeks; today is your last day. Well, that rule only applied to Ransom; you could hold yourself back from sleeping with any of the other men, and they could hold back from you. Random needed strict rules.

“If he hurts a hair on your pretty head, then he will have to answer to me.” You kiss Bucky and rub up and down his back.

“I’ll tell him he will be in big trouble with my Doll.” He says sweetly and kisses you again before finally slipping out of the room.

You are getting dressed when you hear the bedroom door creak open, but no footsteps approaching. You knowing very well who likes to stand in doorways, observing and taking it all in, you turn around and smile at a happy Jefferson. “And why are you so happy this morning?” You tease. Jefferson smiles and glances down at his feet before looking back up at you and questioning what kind of morning you two will have. He knows this is the last day of your three weeks, but a man can hope, can’t he? You smile and hold out your hand, allowing him to come to you. A gentle smile breaks his smirk, and he walks over to you. You pull him into a hug and give him a sweet kiss on his jawline. Regardless of the hands off rule, Jefferson doesn’t enter your bedroom unless you invite him in. And if there is an invite, he knows it will be a sweet, platonic relationship-type day. If you come to him, step into his basement room where he designs and lets his imagination run free, he has his way with you.

See, Jefferson likes to play this game; he lives off the chase and honestly can’t get it up without the excitement of it. Cat and mouse, hunter and hunted. If you draw him in, then there is no fun, no chase, no sex, just sweet head scratches, fuzzy pajamas, and cuddles, which he loves. If you approach him, all bets are off. It’s his crazed form of consent, and once you got the safe words and hard stops in place, you two have had tons of fun, even involving Steve and Bucky once in a while. If Sex is involved, then Jefferson needs you to approach him with an “I want this; don’t hold back.” He can get intense, so he won’t chase you unless you initiate it. It’s how he keeps himself in check. It keeps the madness from breaking free. You hold out a hand and invite him into your warm embrace; he knows you’re not in the headspace for his games, and that’s okay. Jefferson rubs up and down your back.

“I am Happy, my little Bunny because I just got word that I have a hearing about getting my visitation reinstated.” You could scream, you do!

“Jefferson!!!” You hug him tight, and he lifts you off the ground in excitement. “When?!”

“Later this week, Ari got the call from Andy this morning and told me over breakfast.” He smiles, and tears well up in his eyes. “I could see her soon!” His tears break free, and you give him a gentle kiss on the lips.

“Let me know the exact day and time, and I will be there; we all will!” Jefferson laughs a little.

“Well, we could leave Ransom here, and I wouldn’t care.” You smile and roll your eyes.

“He will be there too. Besides, we can’t trust him to be left alone, at least not yet, so he has to come.” Jefferson laughs again and gives you a sweet kiss on the forehead before he lets you go. He walks to the door and then looks back at you, smirking slightly,

“Will I see you tomorrow?” He asks as he bites his lip. “It’s been too long, Bunny.” You blush as you answer.

“Maybe. It will depend on how exhausting my day is. If not tomorrow, then definitely the next.” Jefferson nods and watches as you walk over to him. “I’ve missed my little Kitten too.” You smirk up at him, and he leans in, kissing you and leaving you breathless.

“Be good, my little Bunny. I’d hate for the Wolves to have to join us.” Jefferson says as he leaves the room winking; you stand there a little dazed and happy.

“Mom! It’s not- No- I am fine-“Ransom rolls his eyes. You laugh to yourself as you walk into the living room. Ransom paces around, having a lovely conversation with his mom on the phone. You come to stand beside a tall beast of a man, his hair long and almost down to his shoulders, a full beard, and muscles so big it’s a shame they are covered with a shirt. He turns and sees you walking in; a small smile breaks across his face as he opens his arms and puts one around your shoulder.

“Hey, Daze.” He kisses the top of your head, and you hug him tight. “Long morning?” He looks down at you, and you laugh and nod.

“You could say that. Hey! Jefferson told me that you got word from Andy about his visitation!” You say excitedly. Ari nods as he smiles.

“Yeah, Andy has a good feeling about it.” You can’t contain your excitement, and you lean up and kiss Ari’s cheek, “Ha! I’m just the messenger! But I’ll take a sweet kiss if I have to!” You tease,

“in your dreams.” Ari laughs loudly, and you smile up at him. You fully believe in platonic soulmates, and Ari is yours. You’ve had moments and still do from time to time where it gets physical, and boy, is it amazing, he is an excellent shoulder to lean on, and he knows you about as well as Steve and Bucky. He’s just the best. “What’s all this about? Linda not happy about the arrangement, again?!” You ask, and Ari nods.

“Oh, you know Linda, Daze. Nothing will ever be good enough for her boy.” You sigh and look at Ransom. “This has been going on for 20 minutes,” Ari says. He nods his head in Ransom's direction and then nudges you. You shoo Ari away, and with a kiss on your cheek, he is gone.

Ransom paces the room while still on the phone with Linda. “Mom, if you would listen-“she cuts him off for the hundredth time. Ransom sees you walking closer, and you take the phone from his hand.

“Linda! Hey, I am so sorry, but Ransom is due for a therapy session. He’s gonna have to call you back. Bye!” You hang up the phone and lock it before sliding it into Ransom’s back pocket. “Now that she’s quiet for a bit… you wanna tell me what that was about earlier?” You ask as you cross your arms and look up at Ransom. He smiles and looks you up and down.

“I was just enjoying the view.” He bites his lip, and you lightly laugh.

“Well, I’ll let Steve know that you enjoyed the sight of his ass.” You pat the side of Ransom’s face before you walk away. He grabs your hand and pulls you back into his arms. He kisses you hard, and you let him have control for a moment. One little moment, and he thinks he got you. Taking his face in your hands and pulling back, you smile.

“Do you not know the meaning of hands-off, Ransom?” You say as you walk away.

“I do, but I’d much rather put my hands all over your body. Even if G.I. Joe and his handler come for me.” Random calls after you.

“Who is the Handler, and who is G.I. Joe?” You ask.

“It’s pretty obvious. Which ones the machine?” Ransom says, trying to get under your skin. Your face doesn’t change, all you say is,

“That was mean, Ransom. And here I was about to tell you to come by my room tomorrow morning, and I’d draw you a nice bath. But I don’t give treats to mean boys.” You turn to walk out of the room. Ransom realizes he messed up.

“Wait, Daze- I-” you turn around to face him. He is conflicted, his brow furrowed, and he seems tongue-tied, like apologizing is entirely new to him cause it is.

“If you can hold your tongue the rest of the day, no mean words, no angry outbursts, and no making fun of the others, then the bedroom door will be unlocked at 8 am. You can come in then. Understand?”

“You got it, Daisy Mae .” He says, trying to regain his sass as he turns and leaves you alone in the living room. He has no idea what’s in store for him tomorrow morning; you thought it all up while cleaning up the flower petals. You can’t wait, and you know he will love it too.

Bucky stands at the basement door and takes a deep breath before twisting the knob and pulling the door open. At the sound of the creaking hinges, Bucky hears chains rattle and scrap along the floor. ‘He’s awake,’ Bucky says to himself as he descends the stairs. He usually sleeps at odd hours, and Bucky can sneak in and be ready and waiting when he wakes.

“Here he comes, the reformed assassin. The Soldier is gone, and here stands the Wolf.” His voice is deep and dark; Bucky can hear the hatred laced in the sound. “Or is the Soldier just hiding in the back of your mind, waiting for the right moment to break free?” A dark laugh slips through the darkness. He walks forward into the dim light hanging from the ceiling. His sick smile is the only thing Bucky can see, “Funny that the Soldier has more teeth than the Wolf.” Bucky flips on the rest of the lights. “Why so many lights, Buck?” He lunges forward, pulling on the chains. “Scared of the darkness?” He laughs and moves back to the wall, and sits down. Bucky doesn’t say a word. “I’m not talking, so if you want to stare at one another all day, that’s fine.” He laughs; it’s tight and sounds mechanical, evil. “I can learn a lot by just observing.” He narrows his gaze and looks over Bucky.

“You don’t have to talk, Cap. I can learn a lot by observing, too.” Bucky sits down and stares at his friend, this alternate version caught by Hydra and twisted into this monster before him. “You can refuse to talk, and you can hurl insults at me, but I’m not giving up on you, Steve,” Bucky says, and Cap laughs again. This time, it’s sad and broken; it actually sounds human.

“Well, you really should.” Cap looks up at the wall across from him; there is a little rectangular window at the very top. He can see red, yellow, and orange leaves on the ground. Cap may detest most things, but he always did have a liking for Autumn. He takes a deep breath; he can almost smell the crisp fall air through the basement walls. He turns his gaze down again and settles on Bucky. “Just like you should give up the hope of getting rid of Winter.” He looks down at his shackled feet, special chains that will hold him. He scoffs to himself and then meets Bucky’s gaze again. “He will always be a part of you.” Bucky doesn’t blink, he doesn’t move, all he does is nod and smile.

“And that’s okay-“

“Yeah yeah yeah…. All is well.” Cap sighs, cutting Bucky off before he can start in on his rousing speech. “Wake me when it’s lunchtime.” Cap closes his eyes and repeats the phrase that has been a constant in his life for the past six months: All is well. He wishes he could believe it, and that thought, that want that he has actually to believe in something? That scares him more than Hydra ever did. Because believing that he is okay and that All is well? Well, that means he has to have hope, and all hope has ever given him is the reality of failure and the bitter taste of blood because someone has to be punished. Hope can kiss his formerly star-spangled ass.

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Okay i'm sorry but i canNOT with Atsv bloggers having 'minors dni' in their abouts/rules.How're you gonna call 'adult only space' when your blog is themed after and about a fucking Spiderman movie

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itsmebytch001 · 9 months

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Hi! Can I request Yandere Morales family how each got to be how they are when reader was a cute wittle baby? Cause Reading all those fics it got me curious. Like each family member having a moment with her. Idk if it was already asked or you did something similar maybe im forgetting, ok im overdoing it- ok i will stop luv your fics!

Aaron was drowning, drowning in stress, in nappies and the new terrifying resonsisnlty of a human baby and all by himself. You were just sitting there, alone on the couch in your pink onesie wriggling around while Aaron cleaned the house, finally getting round to it after the first 2 months of your life the house had fallen into dissaray so much so even Jeff said it when he came to check up on him.

Jeff: "Jesus christ man, what the hell happened?" He said while observing the pig stie of a house he was living in, standing in the doorway.

Aaron: "I had a baby that's what" He responded collpased on the couch with you sitting acorss from them both in your high chair, playing with your dolls.

Jeff: "The dishes! There is a mountain of dishes! Who is even eating here?!"

Aaron: "UUuugggghhhhhh" He groaned into the couch cushion.

Jeff: "Where's Diana?" He asked about your Mom, he knew at this point she may had just left, again, maybe she'd come back maybe she wouldn't it made no diffrence to your care, to the house, to Aaron.

Now Aaron had never really wanted kids, he liked the idea of being an Uncle when Miles was born, but was okay with it stopping there, when he found out Diana, was pregnant he panicked, so much so he did approach her about abortion, she refused and he understood that, but what he didn't understand was, if she refused to have an abortion, why was she doing all the things you should never do while pregnant, she was smoking more then before, drinking eating an unusual amout of sushi, so much so Rio felt the need to remind her, she really can't be doing these things.

Rio: "Diana! You can't smoke youre Pregnant!" She whacked the cigeratte out her hand, and curshed it under her foot.

Diana: "Excuse me?"

Rio: "You could really hurt the baby! And your drinking, eating pork and what not, your hurting it!"

Diana: "How Dare you try and order me around, who the fuck do you think you are?"

Rio: "I am that baby's auntie, and right now it seems I care more about it, then you!"

And it as after that converatsion that Aaron was forbidden from seeing her, or Jeff for the final few months, and during that time Aaron was having to pour out wines down the drain and throwing away cigs behind her back, and when she caught him she would loose her mind.

Diana: "You are trying TO CONTROL ME"

Aaron:" Diana, You know You can't be drinking while pregnant you could fuck up the baby"

Diana: "I don't give a fuck, I'm not letting this thing control me, or YOU"

Aaron: "Diana, I'm not letting you drink in this damm house"

And after you were born, she refused to hold you, look at you and ceratinly not feed you with her breasts, the hospital said it was post partom depression, and it was. And it was harsh and crule on her, she of course needed rest afterwards, So Aaron inslisted the help of Rio with you, while Aaron took care of the house, but it was once Diana was up and about 'taking care of you' while Aaron was at work Rio came over to visit, clean the air with Rio and see how you were doing, which is when she entered the house she found you, unattended in a sink bath, while you Mom off in her room, asleep, maybe having been drinking.

When she picked you up, and dried you off she saw you had gotten smaller than the last time 'oh god it's gotten worse'

So she set you off on the side and made you a bottle and began to feed you, she heard shuffling round the main room, when Diana came round the corner to see Rio feeding her baby.

Diana: "What are you doing in my house?"

Rio: "Diana, I found her in the sink, alone"

Diana: "Yeah she was getting herself clean"

Rio: "She's 8 weeks old?"

Diana: "How did you get in here?"

Rio: "My key?"

Diana: "You have a key?"

Rio: "Yeah, Aaron gave me one"

Diana: "Oh...Well can you get away from my baby please"

Rio: "She's smaller than she should be"

Diana: "What are you insuinutaing?"

Rio: "Diana, I think youre sick"

Diana: "How dare you"

Rio: "Please, I can help you, you need to be a mother and right now you can't, beacuse you are sick!"

Diana: "Oh fuck you, I'm going to sleep"

And so she did, she slept most days, or was out the house leaving you alone in the house for many hours, only for Aaron to come home to find you alone, screaming in your crib. Rio stared coming over more and more so just to keep you fed and changed, and it was exausting, so much so that eventually she just took you, with Aarons knowledge of course to save herself the trip, and this point Miles was walking, or more waddeling around while you were just rolling everywhere, Miles had his first word, which was 'floor' and you were just babbling.

Aaron didn't know how to thank her enough when he picked you up all he could do was thank her, try and hand her money she would always refuse while Jeff would talk custody with Aaron.

Jeff: "Listen man, she needs help, and she's not getting it"

Aaron: "yeah I know but, I can't just take her baby from her"

Jeff: "Youre not taking her, she can have visits! But right now she's putting her at risk"

Aaron: " It's been only a few weeks, she might get better"

Rio: "Aaron, She's not feeding her" She added, holding you.

Jeff: "we should really stop calling her 'the baby' she needs a name"

Rio: "Dose she not have a name?! Aaron!? Its been almost a month you need a name!"

Aaron: "I know I know! God What the hell am I doing!?" he groaned into his hands.

Aaron: " How about...oh god I don't know!"

Jeff: "You had 9 months to choose a name, and now your choosing?!"

Aaron: " I KNOW!"

Rio, while looking down into your big brown eyes, Aarons eyes, she carried you over and handed your to your father, placing you into his lap, using your tiny hands to grab onto Rio's sleeve with a pink bow in your hair. Rio placed a hand onto Aarons shoulder.

Rio: "Come on Aaron, something pretty"

While Aaron looked down at you, grabbing at his shirt wriggling back and fourth while Miles stumbled across the living room.

Aaron: "...Is...Melissa okay?"

Rio: "eh...It's not great"

Jeff: "She dosen't give me Melissa vibes"

Rio: "How's...Y/n?"

Jeff:" Y/n Davis"

Aaron: "Yeah, Y/n Davis...Y/n Davis" He nodded to himself.

Jeff: "This is the kinda moment you take a picture of, stay right there!" He said as he rushed over to grab the camrea, While Rio grabbed Miles and sat him next to Aaron, Jeff got the camrea and set it onto the table with a 5 second timer.

Rio: "Everyone Smile!" And so you did, and that pictures lives on in the family photo book, that is Rio's favourtie memory or you as a baby.

Now Jeff's favourtie memory was when he thought he had lost you, he had taken you and Miles to the park, you were in a stroller while Miles waddled beside his Dad when he stopped off at the park, Miles was always beside you when you went off to play, he would sit with you as you battled it out with your Bratz dolls, Miles also liked to play Bratz Battle, and you two would mainly stick to each other, you didn;t have a massive intrest in talking to other kids, just the Bratz pack and Miles, that's all you needed at the park, While you and Miles sat together in the small grassy area Miles had drawn the attention of some other kids, who pulled him away to play with them, you were so englufled with your game that you didn't initally didn't notice, Miles waved off to you as he was pulled away to play on the swings, and while he did, he looked over to check on you every few moments, really Jeff had been doing that, but instead he was chatting with another Dad, called Kallum.

Jeff: "So which one's yours?"

Kallum pointed over to a little girl with pig tails.

Kallum: "There, by the climbing frame"

Jeff: "Cute, I'm here with my Son and my Nice"

Kallum: "Nice, Mines called Melissa, you?"

Jeff: "Miles, and funny you should say that, My Nice was almost called Melisa" He looked back round where he thought you were hanging round with your dolls, only not to see you or Miles.

Oh fuck Oh fuck Oh fuck

He scanned the area for Miles, to thankfully see him on the monkey bars, but with out you.

Jeff: "MILES" He yelled out for him, miles got off the monkey bars and ran towards his Dad.

Jeff:" Miles, where is Y/n?"

Miles pointed over, to where he thought you were, but there was nothing, only one of your many dolls.

Miles: "...oh"

Jeff: "Miles, did you see where Y/n went?"

Miles: "No.."

Jeff: "Oh god, oh god, oh god" He rubbed his face with his hands, rushing over to where Miles thought you were, with your doll's just left there in the dirt, you would never just leave them, you would scream if your Dad Aaron tried to take them from you for dinner time, so why had you left them?

Did someone...take you?

Jeff began to hyper ventilate.

Jeff: "Y/N! Y/N! CAN YOU HEAR ME! Y/N!"

Nothing.

Jeff called out again and again, and go no response, he took out his phone to call in the cavalry, a friend at he police precent, called Mike.

Calling Mike

ring

Mike: "Hello?"

Jeff: "Mike! Mike listen to me, I need a search team, sniffer dogs, I need everyone, everyone!"

Mike: "Calm down man, what happened?"

Jeff: "I took my nice out to the park and she's gone"

Mike: "How long as she been gone?"

Jeff: "like 5 minutes"

Mike: "Jeff, I can't send a whole team if she's only been gone 5 minutes"

Jeff: "Please Mike, she left her doll's and she would never just leave them and you owe me!!"

Mike: "...okay, fine"

And so, about a half hour later a search team had arrived with some sniffer dogs, they took a sniff of your dolls and began to walk off. Miles timidly turned to his Dad, looking up at him.

Miles: "Is Y/n going to be okay?"

Jeff: "I don't know Miles"

And then he remembred, he had to tell Aaron he had lost you, he knew he would kill him, so instead he called Rio, to break the news.

Calling Rio

ring

Rio: "Hey baby"

Jeff: "Hey, i'm sorry but..I need to tell you something"

Rio: "...Okay?"

...

Rio: "YOU WHAT?! Hombre estúpido! What are you going tell Aaron?!"

Jeff:" Actually, I was hoping you would"

Rio: "Excuse me?"

Jeff: "he might kill me"

Rio: "oh my GOD, FINE!"

And so, about two hours later, Aaron and Rio had pulled up to the park, Aaron immedatley rushed out the car over to Jeff.

Aaron: "You lost my fucking kid!"

Jeff:" I know! But ive got everyone on it!"

Aaron: "YOU LOST MY FUCKING KID!" he screamed at him, pulling him closer by his shirt, only being seperated by Rio.

Aaron rubbed his hands over his face again and again, looking round the park aimlessly.

Aaron: "Oh my god, Oh my god"

Jeff: "The good news is, she left one her dolls an-"

Aaron: "She left it? Oh my god! She's been taken!"

Jeff: "No no, she might have just gone walk about"

Aaron: "Are you serious?"

Jeff: "Yeah I-"

Aaron: "She could have been taken by traffikers, or a pedophile or or-"

Jeff: "Listen, we can join the search team now"

And so they did, all wondering about with flash lights. trecking around the wooden area of the park calling out for you.

Aaron: "Y/N! Y/N! Its me, Its papa!"

Rio: "Y/n!! come out baby"

Jeff: "Y/n! Come on Y/n come out!"

Miles just followed his Mom, not really understanding what was happening, he started pulling on her jean leg.

Rio: "Not now baby, were busy"

Miles: "Mami, she's there" He said, pointing you. She looked over to se you, standing holding your Bratz doll.

Aaron: "Y/N! Oh my God thank God you are safe!" he said hugging you tightly.

Jeff: "Y/n, what were you thinking!?"

Rio: "Yeah, you could have gotten Uncle Jeff in serious trouble" She said, side eyeing her husband.

Y/n: "Chole wanted to see the berry bushes, So I took her" You said, holding out your doll.

Aaron: "Jesus christ"

Aaron didn't like that memory alot, He didn't like getting the call from Rio telling him you had gone missing, though yes everyrthing was fine in the end the fear of you being gone was mortifying.

But Aarons favourtite memory was simple, having had not been present during the birth was actually driven to the hospital by Jeff, with Rio and Miles in the back, he ran out the car, up the strairs and down the hall, barging in the delievry room he saw Diana, asleep next to you in a see through cot, wrapped up in pink blanket.

While Rio and Jeff rushed in aswell, they all flocked around you. Aaron turned to Rio.

Aaron: "Is it okay for me to touch her?"

Rio: "Yes of course"

Aaron tried despraltey to bring the courage to pick you up, he was visibly shaking as his hands rose to hold you, he then rested his hand on the edge of the cot.

Aaron: "I can't...I can't do it"

Jeff: "come on man, she's your daughter"

Aaron: "I-I" Aaron forced himself to slowly lift you from the cot, and bring you into his chest, holding you there for a few seconds as he began hyper ventilate, Jeff placed a hand on Aarons shoulder.

Jeff: "Its okay"

You opened your large eyes, to look at up him, and let out a small whine.

Aaron: "Oh my god" he sniffled as he began to cry softly, holding so tightly, but keeping note not to crush you.

Rio: "She's got your eyes"

Aaron: "Oh she's so beautiful"

SEND ME REQUESTS, OR EVEN ART ONES!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOW!!

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Kinktober 2023

Hello! Welcome to my (late) kinktober post!

My Masterlist

I have to be honest I forgot about it completely, I’m so sorry! That happens when you’re too busy with college and work😣

But now here we are and I’ll try to post some oneshots/drabbles as often as possible!:) it won’t be in order but if you see something you’d be more interested in, you can leave a comment and I may try to work on the specific kink a bit sooner^^ check out @jamneuromain blog, she’s writing amazing fics and often helps me with ideas (also with some of the kinks in the list below!) give her some love!

you are responsible for the kind and amount of media you consume, therefore if you find something you don't like, don’t read it, just skip it:)

And also read the tags/warnings before continuing on! Everything on this list is for users that are 18+ !

Daddy kink

Mommy kink

Voyeurism/Exhibitionism with Lloyd Hansen

Breeding kink with Andy Barber

Authority kink

Bondage

Threesome with Stucky

Size kink

Praise kink

Degradation

Somno + cockwarming with Lloyd Hansen

Masturbation, sex toy with Jake Jensen

Lactation Kink

Virginity with Lloyd Hansen

CBT

Latex kink

Temperature play

Spanking

Con-noncon

Pegging

Watersports with Lloyd

Role play with Jake Jensen

Body worship with Steve Rogers

Monster fucking

As you can see I don’t have all kinks yet, you know what that means? It’s up to you what kinks I could add to the list😇 feel free to comment or flood my inbox! Also you can give me a hint which character you’d like to see with the kinks that are without one;)

Does anyone want to be added to a tag list?! Yes? Then comment here and be active with leaving feedback and reblogging when I’ll be posting the first kinktober Drabble!❤️

reblogs and/or comments are appreciated:)

#kinktober #steve rogers #flood my inbox #Andy barber #james bucky buchanan barnes #Johnny storm #steve kemp #colin shea #Jake Jensen #lloyd hansen #smut #jefferson mad hatter #ari levinson #curtis everett #Stucky #stucky x reader #Nick grant #ransom Drysdale

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freedom of the press 08 | thomas jefferson

title: freedom of the press 08

words: 10k

warnings: a lot of angst sorry. 09 will be happier if i can publish it in less than 2.5 years this time. addiction/substance abuse mentions, STI mentions

pairing: thomas jefferson x reader

desc: the 2020 republican presidential frontrunner is an obnoxious, morally bankrupt people-pleaser, but what happens when you become the person he’s most eager to please?

tags: @stargazelaurens @ivory-haired-queens @exoticxchicken8 @assbuttstyles777 @distinguishedpotsticker @fukaaaaaaaa @hereforthepsyche-assessment @ivetoldamillionlies @fangirl570 @thealaddinkid @lasciviouspeach @snazzydoesthings @shy-and-awkward-daveed @rachelhermionerose @soft-weeb-s @gryffinclxw @anamrnk @daveeddiggsit @ayayayayana @marinovakovich @cryinghazelnutt @thefandomgirl03 @a-hopeless-fan @cloudynblw @tinywhim @lolidunnoaboutnow @siriusorionblackiii @fanfic-addict-98 @nyxie75 @i-know-i-can @yxseminx @yavin4andor @sugacita @sstrawberry-fanta @youtxbemusic @queenwilty @someinsanefangirl @foudre-aqua @whatevs2000 @rwr-ites @maxi-ride @moose-on-the-l00se @itshaileyn @toxicidity @malos-moving @luckyfriesss @lovecass123

"YOU SENT ASHLEY my fucking article?"

"Woah, honey, slow down," Angelica said, voice staticky through the phone, but Y/N was fuming. She was sure that everyone in the diner below her apartment could hear her yelling. "Yes, I sent it. You asked me to, last night."

Y/N furrowed her brow. "...What the hell are you talking about?"

"Seriously?" she asked. "Don't tell me you've forgotten. You promised you only had two drinks."

Y/N's stomach turned. She distinctly remembered downing half the open bar at the campaign fundraiser the night prior after the way her conversation with Thomas had ended. She less-distinctly remembered Angelica driving her home -- she'd been in North Carolina on a different assignment, but it turned out the CEO she was reporting on happened to be one of Thomas's biggest donors. "Okay, so maybe I stretched the truth a little, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"It has everything to do with everything," Angelica said flatly. "You told me to send that article to Ashley in the middle of your soliloquy about how Jefferson was ruining your life. You were rambling, but you were coherent; I wouldn't have expected you'd wake up having forgotten all of it."

The more she spoke, the more was coming back to Y/N, though. Flashes of Angelica checking her out of her hotel, driving her several hours back north to DC.

"Fuck," she finally said, palming her forehead as though it'd restore her memory. "Wait, why would I have you send it to her instead of just doing it myself?"

"I don't know," Angelica said mildly. "Maybe you were too far gone to write the email."

"You said I was coherent," Y/N replied, raising an eyebrow. "So which is it? Was I drunk beyond belief, or did I just seem a little tipsy?"

"Honey, I don't know; you were just a little out of it. And you did just tell me you’d lied to me about how much you’d had to drink." Angelica sounded exasperated, but Y/N wasn't done.

"Forward me the email you sent Ashley. I need to see when you sent it and what you said."

"Why? I—"

"Because I don't believe that I asked you to do that," she snapped, and Angelica paused for a long moment, taken aback.

"...Why don't you believe me?"

"Because I'd already decided that I wasn't going to send it," Y/N huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"And so you think I did it behind your back?"

“That’s exactly what I think.”

There was a long pause; all Y/N could hear from the other end of the line was static.

“Y/N—”

“Either forward me the email you sent Ashley, or own up to it,” she cut her off, having no desire to hear Angelica push another excuse. “Prove me wrong.”

“I can’t.” Angelica’s tone was biting, and Y/N’s scowl deepened. “I did send it, but you know what? I’m trying to save you from yourself.”

“What the hell do you mean, ‘save me from myself’?” she asked incredulously. “You were the one who told me that only I could decide what I wanted to publish.”

“You spent an hour on the trip home talking about how Jefferson was ruining your life,” Angelica reminded her. “So why don’t you want that article published? Why are you trying to protect him?”

“Because even he doesn’t deserve this.”

“Why not?” she asked. “Why doesn’t he? He’s been ruining your career, antagonizing you on Twitter; do you even remember how worked up you were yesterday? Talk about your integrity all you want, but that doesn’t mean you have to protect him.”

“It’s not about protecting him,” Y/N defended. “It’s just what I think is right.”

“And why don’t you think this is right? That’s what I don’t get.” Angelica’s huff sent a rush of static through the phone that made Y/N wince. “Honey, this would fix all the damage he’s done to your career; isn’t it only fair that you publish? You've been drowning in bills, and I know it's taking a toll on you. You deserve the money you'll get from this. Besides, you don’t owe him anything.”

You don’t owe him anything.

Y/N couldn’t reply; Angelica’s words reverberated in her mind like an echo — they were true. She didn’t owe him anything. That was what she’d been telling herself, it was what she’d been telling everyone else, and it was what she'd spent the past night arguing with him about.

And he’d agreed. She didn’t owe him anything.

“I… I can’t have this conversation right now, Ang,” she sighed. “I know you meant well, but this wasn’t your place to get involved. Now I need to figure out what my next move is.”

“It’s too late to stop the article. Ashley already has it.” Y/N winced at her words, and Angelica continued, “If you refused to give her the sources, she’d fire you. I know this job means too much for you to just throw it away when things get hard.”

"This isn't 'things getting hard'; it's me losing the reason I wanted to be a journalist in the first place."

"And if you want to stay a journalist, you'll send Ashley the tape of your interview with Adams," Angelica said. "She can't publish without it."

“Don't act like somehow you know what's best for me, Angelica."

"It seems like I know better than you. Your finances have been the worst part of your life for years, and those are your exact words," she said, and Y/N scoffed. However, there was truth to it. "If you just waited it out and let Ashley transfer you to another department, would you even be able to pay your bills? Or would you lose your electricity? Your running water? What would you do the next time a student debt payment rolled around?"

"Well, thanks to you, now Ashley's threatening to fire me altogether.” Y/N scowled. "If I lose my income, I sure as hell won't be able to pay off my debt."

"Then follow through with the article," she urged. "You know it's what you need to do. You have to do this for yourself, Y/N. You think Jefferson's never broken his code of ethics to get ahead? Do you even think he has one?"

“Of course—” Y/N had to cut herself off. Her first instinct was to defend him, but she didn’t see any way she could convince Angelica of anything without her believing she’d been indoctrinated. “It isn’t about him. It’s about me, and it’s about my integrity. It doesn’t matter what he’s done.”

“Ashley already has the article. Don’t forget that.”

"You shouldn't have sent it in the first place,” Y/N said. “This is my job, and it's my career; you aren't allowed to make decisions like this on my behalf. At least the tape will buy me time.”

“That buys you two weeks, tops.”

“Then I’ll make the most of it.”

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THAT’D BEEN THE first stop on her damage control from the previous night, but she still had a long way to go. Lafayette was gracious enough to get her Dolley’s phone number; Y/N had a number of things she felt she needed to clear the air on, but her conversation with Dolley wasn’t exactly short.

Y/N spent the better part of two hours trying to convince her not to tell James what she’d heard. Apparently, she’d been holding her tongue since she walked in on them at the state dinner months before, but she felt like she’d learned too much the night prior to keep it from him.

She couldn’t tell James, though — at least, that was Y/N’s firm conviction. If she spilled everything to James, he’d have done everything in his power to keep Y/N away from their campaign. After all, since whatever there had been between her and Thomas was over, James didn’t need to worry about anyone’s conflict of interest.

Y/N’s throat tightened when she realized that.

But Dolley didn’t budge, and Y/N was ultimately forced to give up her desperate plea.

A week passed. Y/N returned to her normal schedule at the diner, and Thomas returned to avoiding those shifts whenever possible. (Although, according to Mira, he hadn't stopped by at all.) To the untrained eye, everything was business as usual; Y/N was working both her jobs, going to election events, and interviewing politicians, but to her, there was nothing usual about what she was doing.

She hardly slept that week. It wasn’t because of Thomas, she’d like to have claimed; she was just busy, balancing everything she needed done, working two jobs and trying to figure out what needed to happen for her to keep the Adams article from getting a green light. This was just how she was getting by.

So when Lafayette called her the next Friday, she almost didn’t pick up.

Or, really, she didn’t pick up until the fourth consecutive time he called.

“Hey, Lafayette.”

“What happened between you and Thomas?”

“What?” Y/N was curled up with her laptop on her couch, indulging in retail therapy against her better judgment. At his words, she furrowed her brow. Why was he bringing this up? Why would he have known? “What are you talking about?”

“Do not act as if you do not know what I am referring to,” Lafayette snapped. "He 'as not been 'imself since his fundraiser in North Carolina. So what happened?"

"I…" Y/N furrowed her brow as she processed Lafayette's words. Had he really taken it that poorly? Y/N knew he wasn't thrilled about the development between them; that much went without saying, but they both knew it was for the best. What Thomas wanted, she couldn't give him. Not then. "What d'you mean 'he hasn't been himself'? And why the hell do you think I have anything to do with it?"

“I do not know ‘ow to explain it, Y/N.” Lafayette sighed. “‘Ave you ‘eard from him recently? He 'as been… distant."

She swallowed hard at the question. "Not… not really. Why, what has he told you?"

"Nothing. And zat is exactly ze issue." His tone was short, and the words left little room for discussion. "Did you talk to him about ze article?"

"No, actually."

"...Really?" The surprise in Lafayette's voice was unmistakably genuine, and it made Y/N crease her brow.

“Yeah, um… why is that such a surprise? Did he say something?”

“No. He has ‘ardly spoken to me since ze fundraiser, and I cannot decipher why. I supposed zat something ‘ad happened between ze two of you because of your article, but…” He trailed off, and Y/N could hear in his voice just how stumped he was. “Did anything happen that night?”

“I mean, no, nothing important," she said, brow creased. "Why do you think I have something to do with this?"

“When I asked him what was wrong, ‘e told me to ask you,” Lafayette replied. "So here I am. There 'as to be something, Y/N."

“Don’t worry about it, Lafayette,” she said, rubbing her forehead as though it’d make her headache subside. “It doesn’t concern you.”

"So there is something zat you are not telling me." She winced at the accusation in his voice, but she couldn't claim that he was wrong.

"Okay, fine, but it wasn't a big deal. I swear."

“Perhaps not for you,” he countered, "but you should ‘ave seen Thomas.”

“Is he really doing that badly?” she asked hesitantly, unsure of whether she wanted to hear the answer. "Maybe he's just stressed."

“He has ‘ardly left his apartment, chérie. I went by earlier to check on him, and he would hardly speak to me. He looked like a mess.”

"What d'you mean 'looked like a mess'? Is he okay?" The question was hesitant. "He's, like, safe and everything, right?"

"Alors... he is safe, yes. But he is," --Lafayette hesitated for a long moment, and all that could be heard was static through the line-- "self-destructing, I suppose is ze term. I do not believe zat it is my place to share anything further, though."

"...Well, shit. I didn't think it was that serious."

“You did not think zat what was zat serious?" he asked, voice exasperated. "Can you not simply be forthcoming with me?"

“Nothing, like, big or tragic happened between us,” she said, and she could hear the defensive edge creeping into her own voice. “We just… talked, and we decided it was in both of our best interests to stop sleeping together. That’s all I have to tell you.”

“Zere ‘as to be more to ze story.” Lafayette’s voice, though muffled through the phone, had a stern undertone. “Please, do not withhold things. I am simply trying to help.”

“I don't know what to tell you, honestly,” she said. “What’s done is done. I can't help him anymore. He wouldn't want to see me.”

“Why did you decide to end things?” he asked. “My impression ze other day was that you were happy.”

She winced. That afternoon at Lafayette's place felt so long ago, after what'd changed. “It just had to happen.”

“Is it because you are publishing ze article?”

“I… no. It isn't.” She swallowed hard. Whether she was publishing it seemed like an extraneous detail.

“Then what happened? What did you say to ‘im?”

“I didn't say anything wrong. I've told you all that went down,” she insisted. “We just… You know we’re not in a relationship. The choice to stop all this was mutual.”

“Was it really?”

“Yes. He was the one who suggested it.” That much was true. However, she wasn’t sure how candid the suggestion had been when he initially brought it up. “Whatever's weighing on him, it has to be more than what happened with me. I don't think our conversation would've affected him all that much."

“Y/N, please, be straightforward with me. He told me to speak to you about zis." The concern in Lafayette's voice was neither light nor well-concealed. "I am worried about him. Zis is serious."

“Then I don’t know what it is,” she insisted, throwing a hand up in frustration. “I'm sorry, Lafayette. You know this wouldn't be something I'd want for him, but I can't help you.”

He sighed audibly. “I realize zat I will not be getting any more information from you, Y/N, but I am not done with trying to figure zis out.”

Y/N swallowed hard. “And I wish you the best of luck.”

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SHE WANTED THE weekend to herself after that. She didn't think Thomas would be taking this all so hard, but then again, she'd bottled everything up the moment she returned to D.C., pretended she'd believed every word she'd said to him, and she figured he'd do the same. It didn't seem like him to dwell.

And yet, there he was, dwelling, and so there she was, too, worrying about him. Her stomach was in knots.

Lafayette called her a number of times, sent her countless texts. He asked her to come over and talk to him about what happened, but she had no interest. He'd get nothing out of it, and she'd only feel worse. Besides, she couldn't run the risk of seeing Thomas in their building when she was there for Lafayette. He seemed to be unavoidable whenever she was there, but then again, maybe that was why Lafayette asked her over in the first place.

She called off all her shifts over the next couple of days, claiming a head cold, that she didn't want to get anyone else sick. Mira sounded skeptical, but she let her go.

Despite her reluctance to leave her apartment, though, when Dolley called and asked her to come over to talk, she was in a double bind. She hadn't told James anything yet, she said, and she wanted to hear what Y/N had to say about it all before she did. If she didn't want James to resent her until the end of time, she supposed she didn't have much of a choice. She was struggling to pinpoint why she still cared so much about his opinion of her, though.

But she thought she owed it to Thomas to try to contain the fallout.

“Hey, Dolley. Thanks for hearing me out.” She shrugged her coat off, left it on the bench beside the front door of James and Dolley’s house.

“Of course, dear. I figured it was only fair." Dolley gave her a sympathetic smile as she came to pull Y/N into a gentle hug. "Can I get you anything? I was about to make myself a cup of tea, but I could put on a pot of coffee, too, if you'd like."

"Actually, tea sounds really nice."

"Alright. You just sit tight, make yourself at home, and I'll be back in a minute."

Her mind was racing as she curled into Dolley’s couch, glancing around her house. She knew James wasn’t home, but she couldn’t help her paranoia that, somehow, he’d hear her, astral projecting from his lunch meeting into his bedroom.

But Dolley came back after putting the tea kettle on the stove, and Y/N had to get herself out of her head. She’d boiled her advocacy down into a nice, itemized list; Dolley took a seat beside her, and Y/N began giving her the hard sell.

I’ll spare you the details — after all, it’s everything you already know. You’d been there, a fly on the wall beside the hotel hot tub, and you know that Dolley telling James what she’d heard would accomplish nothing — he'd likely resent Y/N for it (not that she'd blame him; she knew the problem her relationship with Thomas presented for their campaign). However, with everything between her and Thomas having been put to an end, it'd accomplish nothing. James would have her barred from their events to prevent her from becoming a distraction, but it wouldn't change anything, by then, and only hinder her career.

And besides, she and James were friends. She didn't want the brief, silly fling she'd had with Thomas to ruin that.

She finished monologuing, and, as if on cue, the doorbell rang.

She raised an eyebrow, glancing at the door and then back at Dolley. "Were you expecting someone?"

"I—" The tea kettle started whistling, cutting her off abruptly as she turned her head back toward the kitchen. Dolley sighed. "Oh, hell. Would you mind getting that while I get the door? I need to go see who's here."

“Yeah, sure.” She went to the kitchen as Dolley stood to get the door, and she found that Dolley had made her life fairly easy. There sat two mugs and a box of teabags on a little wooden tray, so all she did was put the little kettle on a potholder before returning to Dolley’s living room.

She couldn’t have been gone for more than a few minutes, but when she came back, she and Dolley weren’t alone.

She nearly dropped the tray.

“Thomas?”

He and Dolley both looked up from where they sat on the couch.

“Y/N.” The minute he met her eyes, she froze. Lafayette was right — he looked like hell. The bags under his eyes were deep, and he clearly hadn’t shaved in several days. His beard was growing in patchy. “What are you doin’ here?”

“I…” She was struggling to speak past the lump in her throat. “What are you doing here?”

“Dolley invited me.”

Her eyes widened as she turned. “What the hell, Dolley?”

“Oh, would you relax? You two need to talk, and you well know it,” Dolley snapped, and Y/N’s grip tightened on the handles of the tray she held. “Come here and sit down.”

“No. I...” She set the tray down on the side table nearest her, and Dolley furrowed her brow. “I'm leaving. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but there’s nothing more to say.”

"Come on, Y/N—"

"She's right, Doll," Thomas sighed. "We already ended things."

"Please, neither of you wanted to. You're just both too stubborn to say it."

"Don't act like you know the full story," Y/N scoffed.

"So you don't want to fix this?"

"There's nothing to fix." Dolley hummed skeptically as Y/N proceeded past her, grabbed her jacket from the bench by the door. "Thanks for having me, though. I'll see you."

"If either of you leaves, I'm telling James everything."

She paused. "Dolley, you can't—"

"I can, and I will. Now, get back here."

"This is blackmail."

"I won't deny that." Dolley raised an expectant eyebrow when Y/N turned back to her. "Are you going to come sit down, or was this a waste of both our afternoons?"

“Dolley.”

“Would you two like a minute to yourselves?”

“I…” She didn’t answer, instead turning to Thomas, waiting for any sort of a cue. He was watching her, though, and when their eyes met, both of them fell silent. She swallowed hard.

“That might be best.” Thomas’s words were soft, but Y/N couldn’t speak, not with the lump that was building in her throat. Dolley glanced between them, and maybe she could see the silent dread in Y/N’s eyes, but she didn’t say another word, just nodded before she left the room. And with that, Y/N and Thomas were alone.

She swallowed hard. When she finally took a seat, it was on the far end of the couch. Y/N felt certain that Dolley’s draping coats and resting books on every other chair in the room was deliberate.

He was the first to speak.

"So, what're you doin' here, then?"

"Dolley invited me, too." She pursed her lips. "I came to talk to her about… everything she heard."

"Why?" Thomas looked genuinely bewildered, but Y/N didn't understand his confusion.

"I was trying to convince her not to talk to James about it." She shrugged. "I mean, it's not like it's worth her telling him now. It wouldn't change anything."

"Then why d'you care if he knows?"

"I…" She trailed off, unsure whether there was any delicate way to say that she didn't want him to be on the receiving end of any hostility from James just because he'd fucked her a few times. She didn't think he deserved that. "I guess I'd rather James not think I'm sleeping around to get ahead."

"'N you're really that worried about his opinion of you?"

"More than I should be." Her voice was quiet. "Anyway, what issue do you have with that? This whole thing affects you, too, you know."

"Oh, believe me, I know." He huffed, folded his arms as he sat back against the couch cushions. "I, er… I came for the same reason. Didn't want James chewin' me out over it."

“James loves you. Even if she does tell him, you know he won’t be able to be angry about it.”

“James ‘s one of my oldest friends,” he agreed, “but when we’re workin’ together, that doesn’t matter anymore. He’d be furious.”

“Even after the fact?”

He shrugged. “We knew everything we were putting at risk here. He’d tell me my priorities weren’t in the right place, or that I shoulda been taking our campaign more serious than… whatever you ‘n I were doin’.”

“Then I guess it’s good that we stopped,” Y/N replied weakly.

“Yeah.” Thomas didn’t meet her eyes. There was a long moment of silence after that; she could tell his mind was elsewhere with the absent stare he wore, fixed on the ottoman of one of the armchairs, but his brow was furrowed. He was deep in thought. She pursed her lips. “What were you gonna say that night?”

The question caught her off guard; her eyes widened, and he looked up calmly to meet her eyes, wearing an inquisitive look.

“What?”

“The night of my fundraiser.” She pressed her lips together into a thin line. “When Dolley came in, she cut you off. I haven’t been able to keep my mind off’a it.”

God, she hated how he was always so blunt. He always spoke his mind, always said what he was thinking, and it was one of the things that scared Y/N most about him. He hadn’t been able to keep his mind off of that one little moment, that fragmented sentence.

“I… I don’t remember.” Her answer was honest, but Thomas wasn’t satisfied.

"You never meant to…?"

"Hm?” Y/N furrowed her brow, and Thomas's noncommittal shrug didn't help much. “'I never meant to' what?"

"That's what I've been trying to figure out."

Oh. She pursed her lips, and her movements were hesitant. She knew what he was talking about — that'd been the last thing she said before their tense conversation ended abruptly the night of his fundraiser. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

Thomas scoffed. “Really? I don’t even deserve the truth about this?”

“I’m not lying.”

“Yes, you are.” His tone was unshakeable; he was beyond convinced of his words, and Y/N shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “After everything we’ve been through, I know you better than this.”

“And what have we been through? Hm? Fucking on your kitchen counter? I’m sorry to say it, but I’m not quite sure that’s the peak of intimacy.”

“Yeah, alright,” he acquiesced, “but what about all the time we didn’t spend fucking?”

“I…” Y/N trailed off, her jaw tight, entire body tense. “We both knew that was why we were together in the first place. I stayed over because I didn’t wanna travel through the city in the middle of the night. There wasn’t much more to it.”

“Oh, sweetheart, we both know that if you really just wanted to get into my pants, there was no need for you to spend so much time at mine.” His tone was frustratingly condescending, but he was right. “Don’t tell me the reason you made dinner with me, watched all my cheesy old movies, even watered my damn plants was ‘cause I give good head.”

Y/N scowled. "Fine. I like spending time with you. But that doesn't make us anything more than friends."

He hummed in acquiescence, giving a subdued shrug. "Guess not. Making out on the kitchen counter does that well enough, though."

"Okay, we were friends with benefits," she conceded, but Thomas didn't look quite satisfied. "What? What's wrong with that? We're friends, and we slept together."

"Don't try and tell me this is all in my head." Thomas scowled. "Yeah, we slept together. But we did a lot more than that. I know very well I'm not delusional for thinking something more was goin' on there."

“You’re blowing this out of proportion,” Y/N scoffed. “You know it was never like that; it wasn’t what I wanted.”

“No, I know.” Thomas shifted on the couch to face her, and his gaze was heavy with scrutiny, with skepticism. “You didn’t wanna get too involved. You made all that clear as day.”

“Then what’s the problem?” The undertone of irritation in his voice was putting her on edge, and he let out a dry, breathy laugh, shaking his head.

“That you’ve been lyin’ to me.”

“What? I never—”

“I don’t mean your intentions. You never wanted us to be more than friends. That’s just fine,” he reasoned, and how measured his tone was made Y/N furrow her brow. “But what I wanna know now is if you did end up gettin’ more attached than you meant to.”

“I… ?” Her voice was breathless. It sounded as though his question had knocked the wind out of her, but Thomas just continued to watch her expectantly.

“You heard me. You know what I’m askin’.”

“Does it matter?” she asked, but the words sounded hoarse. She could feel her hands trembling where she rested them on her thighs, and she folded her arms to hide it. She didn’t want Thomas to see how uneasy she was.

“It does to me.” He pursed his lips, leaned forward to rest on his forearms on his thighs. Y/N didn’t respond. “If you’re not gonna gimme an answer on that, the least you can do is tell me what you were gonna say that night. Just give me something to go on here.”

“It won’t change anything.” Her voice was heavy.

“Then just tell me." He sounded tired. "I can't go on wondering if this was all in my head."

“Thomas…”

“Please,” he said. “What’d you ‘never mean to’ do?”

“Hurt you.” Her words were nearly inaudible as she stared down at her legs, unable to bring herself to look up and see how he was watching her. “Which feels silly to say now, but it’s the truth.”

His jaw was tight. He nodded. “Great.” He let out a heavy breath, leaned back off of his legs to sit up in his chair. “Great. ‘M gonna go tell Dolley we’re finished with talking. Don’t think there’s anything else to say.”

Y/N’s eyes were wide as he stood, particularly as she hadn’t moved an inch. “Wait, what?” He looked down at her with an expectant eyebrow raised when he went to grab his coat. She frowned. “I mean, yeah, sure, fine. But…”

“But what?” Thomas immediately challenged it when she trailed off, shaking her head.

“But that’s it?” she asked. “You’re just gonna leave now after you pressed for me to tell you that?”

He let out a humorless, breathy laugh. “‘Course I am. What else am I supposed to do with, ‘oh, I never meant to hurt you, Thomas’?”

Y/N wrinkled her nose at his mocking impression of her voice, taken aback by his shift in demeanor. “I don’t know. You’re the one who kept asking.”

“Mm, you’re right. My bad, sweetheart.” His tone was mocking as he pulled his arms into the sleeves of his coat, shrugged it onto his shoulders. He glanced back at the doors to the rest of the house. “‘S Dolley in the kitchen? Hang on a sec.”

“Hey, wait, slow down,” Y/N said, and she sounded affronted.

“What? You don’t wanna leave?”

“I… yeah, but…” She frowned. “Why do you sound so angry? What did I do?”

“I’m not angry.” The strain in his nonchalant gaze and his clenched jaw both said otherwise. “I can just appreciate some good irony, ‘s all.”

“What?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I mean,” he said. “You’re too smart for that, c’mon.”

“I got the implication,” she replied, struggling to keep her tone in check, “but no, I don’t know what you mean by it. What have I done to wrong you so sincerely? Hm?”

“Oh, please, I can’t do this again.” His frustration was unbridled in his voice. “Hasn’t even been a week since we went over it. Try ‘n think.”

“Do you mean in North Carolina?”

“When else?”

She huffed. “Alright, fine, but I don’t know what you want me to say to that. Do you really want to re-hash that argument?”

“Not in the least. ‘S why I’m leavin’,” he said frankly. “You take care of yourself, now.”

“Wait, come on,” she protested, finally standing up alongside him. “You seem even more mad now than you did last week. What’s your problem?”

He raised an eyebrow, and the amusement in his small smile was sardonic. “Right now? Sugar, you’re my problem. What’s hard to understand about that?”

How condescending his tone was made Y/N grit her teeth. “Then what do you want from me? What am I doing so incredibly wrong right now that I deserve—?”

“Same thing you’ve been doin’,” he spat. “Pretending to care about me ‘n then turnin’ around and makin' me feel silly for believing it."

"Hey, what?" The offense she took was clear in her voice. "Of course I care about you."

"Oh, save it. There's nothing to prove anymore. No need for the act."

"What the fuck do you mean 'act'?" He rolled his eyes at her question, went back to buttoning up his coat, and she scoffed. "I'm still talking to you."

"'N you're not sayin' anything I haven't heard."

"Then what do you want from me?" she asked, throwing her hands up in exasperation. He looked her dead in the eye.

"Something you can't give me."

She was stunned to silence for only a moment after his biting words, and as he finished putting his coat on, she drew in a shuddering breath. "So that's what this is about. You're angry because I haven't sucked your dick in a couple weeks."

He huffed out a disbelieving laugh. "Please. If I needed to get off, I could go anywhere I wanted."

"Oh, right, because the women are lining up down the street to fuck you."

"That's not what I mean, and you know it," he snapped.

"Then what do you mean?" She folded her arms, raised her eyebrows.

He paused for a moment, tongue burrowed into the corner of his cheek as he watched her. "I mean that I actually want you. Am I not bein' clear enough? I don't just wanna fuck you once in a while 'n then pretend to be strangers. But I have no idea what the hell you want from me, so I'm leaving. You can tell Dolley I said g'night."

"I will," she replied. "And I'm sure James will love hearing everything Dolley knows about us hooking up. Have fun dealing with that fallout."

He let out a mirthless laugh. "Thanks. Whatever he has to say, it'll be much easier than havin' to deal with you."

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mailto: [email protected]

Ashley:

I hope this email finds you well. Thank you so much for all your feedback on the Adams article; it’s been incredibly helpful in my redrafting process. However, many of the claims he makes about Jefferson’s past remain unsubstantiated, and I have faced numerous obstacles in finding a source who is willing to corroborate. None of Jefferson’s contacts who know him well enough to confirm or deny are willing to comment. As such, I am reaching out to request a two-week postponement on the publishing of the article while I straighten out the facts supporting it.

Thank you in advance,

Y/N L/N

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THOMAS’S WORDS HAD stung. He left that day with no further ado, and Y/N was left dwelling in the days that followed. She couldn't help but wince every time she recalled what happened. Her guilt was weighing on her even heavier than before.

"Mija, where is the order for Marcus?"

It was Mira's voice that broke her train of thought, pulled her out of her head. She blinked hard and found herself in the middle of absentmindedly assembling a sandwich. She checked the receipt— shit. Marcus had specifically asked for no mayo.

Y/N huffed as she trashed the bread and pulled out another roll. A minute later, she slid his order out in a basket complete with fries and a pickle, yelled it out over the counter, and went on to the next one. They were closing in ten minutes: why the hell were there still orders to make?

She slumped against the kitchen counter, resting on her hands against it after she finished the lobster roll for Sriya. Mira walked in to her left.

"Ay, this mess," she huffed, untying her apron and scrunching her nose as she surveyed the room. Y/N nodded, her blank stare not leaving the floor in front of her. Mira furrowed her brow. "Oye, you with me?"

Again, she nodded absently, and Mira frowned, folded her arms. "And you are happy to wash all these dishes, too? I can leave you here to mop the floors?"

The robotic nod she received in return made her sigh. "Mija." She snapped her fingers; Y/N visibly jumped, eyes wide. She looked at Mira. "What is wrong, hm? Why are you acting dumb?"

"Hey, uncalled for," Y/N defended herself, wearing a small frown as she looked over at Mira's impatient expression. "I'm just distracted."

"By what?"

She shrugged. "I don't know… work, I guess."

"You are at work," Mira pointed out, and Y/N sighed.

"You know I mean my other job. There's a lot on my mind. I'm sorry if I've been slacking here."

"Mm. Apology accepted," she said, and Y/N could only roll her eyes.

"Glad to hear it."

"But actually talk to me now, hm? You are giving me half answers." Mira raised an eyebrow, hands on her hips. Y/N pursed her lips.

"It's not a huge deal. Just an article I've been working on," she said. Her stare was absent. After a minute, she cleared her throat. "But hey, um, sorry to change the subject, but can I ask, has Thomas Jefferson been around here lately?"

"'To change the subject,'" Mira repeated skeptically. "So he is your problem. It is always a man."

Y/N furrowed her brow. "I thought you loved Thomas."

"Sí, sí, pero te quiero más," Mira replied matter-of-factly. Y/N couldn't help her small smile. "You know you always come first for me."

"Thanks," she said softly.

"But why do you care about Thomas Jefferson coming here now? Hm?" Mira asked, making Y/N frown. She assumed she was off the hook. "All you ever do is complain about him. Shouldn't you be happy?"

"So he hasn't been coming here?"

"Ah, ah. My question first."

Y/N shrugged uncomfortably. "I don't know. I just haven't seen him during my shifts. I was curious."

Mira paused, eyeing her skeptically for a moment before she pulled her apron off over her head and folded it in her hands. "Yes, he has been by."

"Really? When?"

She nodded. "He was here yesterday."

"Did he seem… okay?"

Mira paused. "What do you mean?"

"I dunno." She shifted under Mira's disbelieving gaze. "I've heard he hasn't made many public appearances recently. Just wondering if something was going on."

"He seemed fine." Mira tossed her apron onto the counter. Y/N nodded, pressing her lips together. "He asked about you."

She froze. "He did?"

"He did," she confirmed. "Why did he ask about you?"

“What? I don’t know.” Her brow was furrowed, and her tone was defensive. “What did he ask?”

“The same thing you asked me about him. What is going on?”

“Nothing, I don’t—”

“No me mientas. I saw him leaving on a Saturday morning two months ago when I came in to open.” Mira’s tone was sharp, and Y/N’s stomach dropped. “I am not stupid; simply tell me what is happening."

“Mira, it’s really not what you think; he was just here while I was closing, and it was the night of that horrible blizzard, and his car wouldn’t start, and the roads were closed…”

“So you had an innocent little slumber party with Thomas Jefferson?”

“I just let him stay here for the night,” Y/N defended. “He didn’t really have any other options.”

“So why is he coming around here asking after you?” Mira folded her arms, and when Y/N shrugged, she sighed. “Please be honest with me. It is obvious that there is something more going on than you want to admit.”

Y/N’s long moment of silence following her words told Mira more than Y/N meant to divulge. Mira pursed her lips.

“Por favor, dime. I am only asking because I care about you.”

“Well, I appreciate it, but there’s nothing to be worried about,” Y/N assured her. “I’m obviously fine, and he’s apparently doing alright as well, so there’s no problem. I’ll come talk to you if there ever is.”

Mira looked her over as she cleaned up the counter she stood before. “Are you really doing fine, though?”

Y/N went to take out the trash.

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SHE SETTLED BACK into her usual closing shifts at the diner within the week, returning to working the dinner rush. She could only feign illness to stay away for so long, and this wasn’t the shift Thomas typically came in during, anyway. Besides, she needed the money more than she needed to avoid him.

That week passed with little intrigue, limited to her favorite (and least favorite) customers alongside a surprise appearance from Lafayette on Wednesday night. Thankfully, he showed up during peak hours, so it wasn’t difficult to evade his questions under the guise of taking care of other customers. She assumed he left shortly after he came, but around an hour later, she noticed him in the back corner chatting animatedly with the old man who always ordered nothing but coffee and read his newspaper for hours. She couldn’t help but smile.

She was slowly walking back information from her article about Thomas, claiming she had another source denying the validity of its original claims, but she wasn’t sure her editor was buying it. Ashley was impatient, and her approach had always been to publish first and follow up later. It was surely only a matter of days, maybe a week, before the article went live without anyone corroborating it. Y/N was operating on stolen time.

But at that point, it couldn’t be her greatest concern.

The following Wednesday was slow at both the office and the diner. Thomas hadn’t appeared much in public since his fundraiser in North Carolina, so Y/N didn’t have much to write about to distract her from the exposé she was doing her best to stall. She had resorted to redundant think pieces about his economic policy platform.

When she arrived at the diner for the night, Y/N was already counting the hours until she could curl up with a glass of wine and watch Parks and Rec until she passed out on the couch. She’d take a night with Aubrey Plaza over her regulars any day.

She was working the kitchen with Jac until Mira left for the night, pushing Y/N to the register in her place. It wouldn’t have been a problem for her if not for the first face she saw when Mira brought her out to the front.

He was absentmindedly checking his phone when she approached, and she cleared her throat as she stepped up to the register. He looked up, and his eyes went wide.

"Hey." She spoke first. "What can I get you?"

"Hey." His voice was hesitant. "Sorry, I… thought you didn't work Wednesdays anymore."

She didn't meet his eyes, staring past him at the diner's patrons as she tapped her fingernails on the counter. "This is my usual shift."

"I know, but Lafayette said…" He trailed off, shaking his head. She raised her eyebrows, finally looking directly at him. His eyes were bloodshot. "Nevermind. 'M sorry. Can I get a roast beef on rye and a cappuccino to go?"

"Yeah. It'll be out shortly." Her words were soft, absentminded as she eyed him. He looked more put-together than she'd seen him when they were at Dolley’s, but the heavy frames of his glasses didn't hide the growing bags under his eyes.

He nodded, leaning down to pay, signing the screen before him. "Thanks, sweetheart."

He was tucking his card back into his wallet as he spoke, and as her eyes widened, he froze, both of them processing his words at the same time. He didn't say another word, though. He sighed as he turned to walk away, and she didn't interrupt him.

She sent his order to the kitchen and grabbed a cup for his coffee, marking it with his name. She stared at it for a long moment before glancing back up at him. He was seated at a table by the end of the bar, typing frantically on his phone.

They had his order out for him in around five minutes, and it was Jac who called it out to the dining room when he put it on the bar. Y/N went ahead and made his coffee herself, forcibly switching places with her coworker to transfer herself off of the register, and she was finishing it right as he came up to collect his sandwich.

"Cappuccino for Thomas?"

Her voice was weak as she met him at the end of the counter, and he gave her a halfhearted smile.

"Thanks."

As she handed him the cup, his fingers brushed against hers, and she couldn't bring herself to let go.

"Give me a call?" she asked quietly when he met her gaze. Her eyes were hopeful, and he swallowed thickly.

"Take care of yourself." His tone was impersonal as he broke her stare. She pursed her lips. He pulled the cup from her shaking hands.

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THOMAS DIDN'T CALL. Y/N wasn't sure she was really expecting him to after how he came in on Wednesday and made it clear that he'd been trying to avoid her. Still, her heart rate picked up every time she received a notification, not letting her rest until she had confirmed it wasn't him. She was let down every time.

She was the last employee there before they closed on Friday, as Jac had to leave early for a date, so she was left wiping down the counters as she waited for the final few customers to make their way out of the diner.

She looked up when the bell above the door rang, expecting the last person to be leaving, but instead, Thomas Jefferson was walking in. Her eyebrows shot up.

She came over to meet him at the register. "Did Lafayette also tell you I wasn't working Fridays?"

"Nah. 'M actually here to see you," he said. His expression was blank, his tone businesslike. "You did ask me to call, didn't you?"

"Yeah." Her voice was small. "At this point, I didn't think you were gonna."

"I didn't plan to." They both glanced over as the bell above the door chimed again, letting them know the last person had left the diner. "But it's been on my mind. I don't have time for that typa distraction, which is why I'm here."

"Right," she said softly. "Can I get you anything?"

"Coffee would be great if it's not too much trouble."

"Of course." The coffee pot was still hot and sitting under the machine, so it didn't take her long to pour him a cup in one of the mugs she'd just cleaned (one cream, two sugars). She turned back to hand it to him. "Here you go."

"Thanks." He accepted it as he sat down across the counter from her, putting it down in front of him. When he pulled out his wallet, Y/N raised an eyebrow, and when he started fishing out bills, she couldn't help but sigh.

"Put your money away; this is on the house," she said, and he glanced up with his dark brow knit.

"You should know by now that I can't be bought."

Her eyes widened at his words, and she looked him over skeptically for a moment as he put his wallet away. He held her gaze for another moment, watching her expectantly, and after a beat passed, the corners of his lips quirked up, giving the only indication that he might be joking. She rolled her eyes.

"How could I forget about your impeccable morals?"

"No idea." He reached for his coffee, and he took a delicate sip as she leaned against the counter across from him. "Why'd you ask me to call?"

"I wanted to talk to you, but I didn't think a text would cut it."

"What do we have left to say right now?" The bluntness of his question caught her off guard, and her eyebrows shot up as he watched her expectantly. "The conversation we had at Dolley's made it pretty clear any talk we had was gonna be more of the same."

She frowned, crossing her arms in front of her as she drew back from the counter. "If you think this is a waste of time then why did you bother to come here?"

"I don't think this is a waste of time," he defended. "I'm just not sure what you want from it."

"I don't know if you do, but I still have more to say," she said. He raised an eyebrow.

"Then why didn't you say it while we were at Dolley’s?"

"Because we started fighting, and you were angry, and I…" She sighed. "I didn't know how to. You had every right to be angry, but I didn't want to think I was in the wrong."

"So what's changed?" he asked, watching her expectantly.

She shrugged hesitantly, looking down at her hands on the counter. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about what you said. I felt bad, and… I've been worried about you."

"You've been worried about me?" he repeated skeptically, and when she looked up, she didn't like the disdainful look in his eyes.

"I have." When his disbelieving stare didn't budge, she sighed. "The last couple times I've seen you, you haven't seemed like yourself. You looked… tired."

"'Course I'm tired; I'm running a presidential campaign," he said flatly, and Y/N pursed her lips.

"I know, but then Lafayette called, and…" She trailed off when Thomas huffed. "I dunno. Mira told me you asked about me, and then Lafayette started talking like he knew something I didn't. So I was worried."

"Of course Lafayette called," he scoffed. "He can't just stay out of our damn lives, can he?"

"He means well," she reasoned, but he looked unimpressed.

"He needs to learn a thing or two about boundaries," Thomas said, "but I'm doing just fine. If that's all you wanted to talk about, I can head out."

"No, c'mon," she pleaded. "I didn't bring you here just for that. Bear with me."

Thomas said nothing but raised an expectant eyebrow as he took another sip of his coffee, waiting for her to continue.

"The real reason I wanted to talk is because I owe you an apology. Several apologies, really."

He put down his mug, leaning back in his chair. "What for?"

"You know what for." She gave him a tired look, and he shrugged innocently.

"Maybe." He drummed his fingers on the ceramic absentmindedly, watching them bounce on its glossy surface. "But I wanna know if you know what you're apologizin' for."

The bored look he wore made her feel small. She swallowed.

"I'm sorry for treating you how I did."

"You're gonna have to be more specific."

"I think if I tried to be specific we'd be here quite a while."

"I've got time."

"It's late."

"You don't have work tomorrow." He paused, considering himself. "As far as I know, that is. Won't pretend I still know your schedule."

"It hasn’t changed as much as I pretended it did,” she said quietly. “So I guess I’ll start there. I’m sorry for lying to you about my schedule and trying to pretend I hadn’t been avoiding you. I should’ve been upfront when you asked about it.”

“Yeah, you shoulda," he agreed with a nonchalant shrug. "I never got an explanation on why you were avoidin’ me either, but with how you started deflecting when I asked about other men, I’m not sure I want one.”

“Woah, I wasn’t deflecting anything about other men,” she defended, brow creased. “I told you in no uncertain terms that I had no desire to hook up with Lafayette, and you decided to push that and scrutinize my dating life.”

He rolled his eyes. “‘S great to know you and Lafayette aren’t sleeping together, but you can’t pretend you were straightforward with me.”

“What was I not being clear about?”

“You’re really gonna make me do this again?” Thomas huffed, glancing to his right as disbelief flashed in his eyes. “I dunno why you wanted to talk to me if we were just gonna rehash this.”

“I’m being serious.”

“Every time I've asked whether you were sleeping with other people, you told me you didn’t owe me that information, ‘n it all became some big fight about me actin’ controlling,” he said. “If you don’t wanna tell me, fine, but don’t act like you’ve been transparent. We both know you’re keeping me in the dark for a reason.”

“I’m not, actually,” she said, looking him in the eye. “I haven’t been with anyone else. Not in any capacity. If I were having sex with other people, I would’ve been asking you to be a lot more careful.”

“So you didn’t call me up to tell me I needa get tested for chlamydia?”

“No, just syphilis.” Her tone was lighthearted, but Thomas didn’t offer any sign of amusement. She cleared her throat. “You’re the only person I’ve been with since we met, so the last thing you have to worry about is me passing on some incurable STI.”

“You haven’t slept with anyone else since I’ve known you?” There was surprise in his creased eyes as he fixated on the first part of her sentence. She shrugged.

“I guess I haven't.” She eyed his incredulous stare. "I didn't think this would be that shocking, either."

"You've been careful as possible to make that unclear," he said. "So if there's nobody else, then why all the lyin'? If you wanted space, you coulda just said so. I'm an adult; I can handle it."

"I know you can," she said quietly. She rubbed at a smudge on the countertop, trying to avoid his gaze. "I just… I've felt guilty about being with you and… whatever this is. Whatever we are. So much happened so fast between us, and the more time I spend in the outside world the more I feel like it was a mistake."

"'A mistake'?" The hurt in his tone was clear, and she sighed, resting her forehead on one of her hands.

"I don't mean it like that, but you know what the reality is here. We knew it from the start."

"I shouldn't have come here," he muttered, setting down his mug and moving to stand. Her eyes widened.

"Wait, hear me out," she pleaded, but he was off of his seat, buttoning his coat. "I got a lot more attached to you than I meant to, alright?"

That stopped him cold.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about what you said at Dolley's, and I'm sorry I spent so much time deflecting." She pursed her lips, watching him hopefully, and when he met her eyes, his tense shoulders softened. "I really like being with you, but with what our lives are, we can't be doing this. We’re not good for each other."

"I never asked you for any kind of a commitment," he defended. "You shoulda just told me if you didn't wanna do it anymore."

"I do want to keep doing it, though, and that's why it's such a problem." She sighed, her back sagging as she leaned against the counter. "I got too close. It's ruined all my objectivity as a journalist."

"You're good at your job," he reasoned. "The way you write about me's gotten more nuanced. I don't think that's a bad thing, sweetheart."

"No, you don't get it. This is a presidential race, and as a frontrunner, people have had enough of hearing about your politics. They get it by now. They want to hear about you and your ugly past and all the things that make you an unqualified leader." Her voice sounded hopeless, and it made him frown. "You've told me too much for me to play it straight. I care too much to be able to decide what the public does and doesn't need to know. I got this assignment because I wanted to serve up your dirty laundry on a silver platter, but I don't think I have it in me after everything that's happened."

"There's not much in my past worth hiding."

"Isn't there?"

"If I've made it this this far into my career without bein' hurt by what I do behind closed doors, I'm not afraid of anything you're gonna dig up."

"You were an alcoholic."

His wide eyes snapped to hers, and she didn't dare speak.

"'N how the hell d'you know about that?"

"So it's true?" she asked quietly.

"I was grieving my goddamn fiancée. She was all I had; I was surviving," he snapped, and she pursed her lips. "You try losing the love of your life 'n tell me it doesn't screw with your head."

"I don't blame you, Thomas, and I'm not judging you." Her soft words didn't save her from his skeptical gaze. "I’m sorry that you went through that. You didn’t deserve a second of it. But now that I know this, I’m supposed to publish an article about it. My editor wants to make this front page news, but I want to kill the story because I got too close to you."

"If I was anybody else, would you even know about this?"

"I got this information from an interview." She spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully. "My source wants to remain anonymous, but it's sound enough to publish without someone else corroborating it."

"Are you tellin' me you're planning to publish an article about me bein' an alcoholic?" His voice was incredulous; he watched her as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. The look in her eyes was pained.

"I don't want to," she said. "I don't want to make this public because I care too much about you. I don't even know whether this would be a fair article for someone to write because I've lost all perspective on writing about you."

"So don't write the article," he said, and she could barely stand to look at the worry in his eyes. "'S all in the past. I'm under control now; 's not who I am. That was me at my worst."

"My editor already knows about the interview," Y/N said softly, and she winced at the dread she saw flash in his expression. "If I don't publish this, someone else will, and I'll lose my job in the process."

"Who did the interview this came from?"

"I did." Her words were tearful.

"Then you can still stop this," he said firmly. "Refuse to write about it. Don't send your boss the notes from the interview, or the tape, or whatever you've got."

"Thomas, it's already written."

Her words struck him silent, and all he could do for a moment was stare at her in disbelief.

"I'm trying to stop it from running. It's a rough draft, so my editor still needs me to—"

"I opened up to you about my fiancée's death, 'n you just turned around and wrote an article about it?" His quiet voice was heavy with hurt.

"It's not about that. It doesn't even mention Martha, and my editor doesn't know about any of that," she pleaded. "My source doesn’t know about her, so nobody else has to. But there are people out there trying to crush your campaign who know about your struggle with addiction. The information’s out there; it’s only a matter of time before someone goes public with it."

“So you figured you may as well fast-track destroyin’ my reputation? You wanna tell the whole world who I was in my weakest moments?”

“Wouldn’t you rather the story be written by someone sympathetic to what you’ve been through?” she asked. “If I withhold the source from my editor, she can’t run the story, I lose my job, and some asshole who wants to see you suffer casts this all in a much harsher light.”

“All I’m askin’ for is time,” he pleaded. “We’re in the middle of the primaries; if this comes out now, I’m through.”

“I’ve delayed it for as long as I can. My editor wants a final draft by the end of next week.”

“The end of next week,” he repeated softly, looking down at the counter. His teeth were gritted; his jaw tense, but he was eerily still. Y/N felt sick. “You asked me to come here to apologize and tell me you cared about me just so that you could, what, feel better about yourself before you stabbed me in the back?”

“I felt bad about how we left things.”

“And this is so much better.” His voice was harsh, thick with irony as he looked up at her. “You’re unbelievable, you know that? You have some goddamn audacity, trying to make peace with me knowing damn well you just wrote an article that’s gonna destroy everything I’ve been working for.”

“This isn’t going to kill your career. It won’t even kill your campaign; the primaries are almost over, and you’ve won. You’re the candidate; take your victory lap,” she said, and the source of the indignation in her voice was hard to pin down. “I’ve been writing articles for months in opposition to your presidential run, and you never cared. We even laughed about it. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that there’s finally some news that might make a dent.”

“This isn’t the same thing, and you know it,” he snapped, rising from his seat as his hand hit the countertop. His mug clattered against the surface.

“And what’s so different? I’ve said the harshest things about your career that I could think of; no matter how bad it got, you were still texting me on Friday nights asking me to come over.”

“This isn’t about my career. This is about me.” The words were firm, and he looked Y/N dead in the eye as he said them. “You don’t care about me; you care about climbin’ corporate ladders ‘n being national news. Nobody who really cared would be able to hear about what I’ve been through ‘n capitalize on it.”

“It’s not like that, Thomas, I—”

“Don’t call me,” he cut her off abruptly as he buttoned his coat. “Don’t text me, don’t talk to me, and don’t come near me. I’ve had enough of this goddamn game you’ve been playing, and I’m done having this conversation over and over again where I give you the benefit of the doubt n’ all you do is remind me that I’m expendable.”

“Wait, don’t—”

“I said I’m done,” he said. “And we’re done. You… you need to take a long, hard look at yourself before letting anybody else into your life.”

Y/N could barely speak with the lump building in her throat. She could barely breathe. Her eyes stung as she looked up at him, and she was afraid to move. All she could manage, her voice hoarse, was, “I’m sorry.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

When he walked out, he didn’t look back.

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 7 months

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I just wanted to let y’all know that I will be adding Jefferson from Once Upon A Time to my character list and I’ll be posting something with him soon

#jefferson hatter #jefferson ouat #jefferson #jefferson once upon a time #once upon a time #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #jefferson x reader #jefferson fluff #jefferson smut

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dreamlessinparis · 2 years

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Bucky Barnes

Scott Huffman

Steve Kemp

Destroyer Chris

Nick Fowler

Jefferson

Lee Bodecker

Other Seb Characters can be found under the Multiple Characters & Misc Characters

#jefferson smut #destroyer chris #lee bodecker #nick fowler x reader #bucky barnes #steve kemp #scott huffman #mickey henry #frank x reader

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ma1dmer · 26 days

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Cyberpunk - Elizabeth and Jefferson Peralez NSFW

i have two hands for a reason...

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): they sit with you, chatting about their plans, Elizabeth offers you a cigarette, if you are in a hotel they get some room service, if they are back home, Jefferson opens up a bottle of wine

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): Jefferson loves legs, he digs his fingers in your thighs and your calves whenever he spreads your legs apart, kissing up he length of them, giving his wife the same sort of treatment. Elizabeth is similarly fascinated with your lips, she gently bites the bottom of your lip with every kiss.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): Elizabeth hates the mess, and the clean up, so its quite common for her to urge Jefferson to cum inside of you, either spreading your legs further apart until she can feel the muscles tick in your thighs from exertion or pushing your head down the length of his cock until it hits the back of your throat while ordering you softly to swallow

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): they love a good roleplay session, you as their cute little secretary, being ordered around by them, maybe you are their secret affair partner being caught in bed, or sometimes, mixing up things, Jefferson on his knees for you and Elizabeth, her lovingly tying him up for the two of you to use

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): They both have plenty of experience, they've been married a while so they know their bodies inside and out, if they wanted to simply cum they could be done in minutes, but where is the fun in that, you bring in something different to their dynamic

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): Jefferson likes you from the back, doggy style, pulling your hips back towards him, Elizabeth prefers you on your side, her thigh over your hip, her arm around your chest, most nights they compromise

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): definitely more serious, they aren't above being cheesy or joking around a bit, but its just enough to be relaxed, they are there for a reason and like to stay focused though

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): both of them keep themselves trimmed, Elizabeth lets a nice little landing strip

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): they never shy away from being affectionate with each other, maybe Jefferson pulls Elizabeth a bit too softly to kiss her above you, maybe Elizabeth holds his hand a bit too tenderly during the scene , whispering into his ear. Depending on your closeness to them you might be privy to this affection as well. However no matter what they still treat you to some nice wine every so often. Or send you a bouquet of flowers with another invitation.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): they have each other and you, they are usually offering each other a helping hand with that, so they don't need to be doing that

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): roleplaying, ropes, obviously threeways etc

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): being such public figures, they need their privacy, that doesn't mean they don't like to spice things up, they'll buy out a private space in one of night city's clubs just for you three to have fun, Jefferson is not above asking you to visit him in his office, something Elizabeth isn't too fond of, not liking the risk of you being seen coming and going by yourself

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): my wife and i saw you across the bar and we loved your vibe

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): i think they both would be into the idea of having pictures of the three of you having fun, but they would never risk being exposed like that

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): Elizabeth loves face sitting, she'll pull her panties to her side climbing over you without even taking off her skirt before taking a seat, when it comes to Jefferson she loves guiding your head, telling you exactly how he likes it, how to use your tongue, how to take him deeper, pushing against your throat to feel the shape of him inside your mouth

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): They like to take their time with things, they clear out their entire night for you so there is no point into rushing, its languid and depends if they take turns or gang up together

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): They like them, but usually you are not as easily accessible so they stick to being with each other when the need arises, if you pop up into their minds they'll use you as a conversation topic in their dirty talk and when they are done, they' ll make sure to call you up to plan for your next rendezvou

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): in theory yes, in action not much, their lifestyle doesn't let them and even when you are doing some sort of scene with them they drop it quite quickly in favour of chasing their pleasure

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): Elizabeth usually lasts longer than Jefferson, she'll always take over the second he is done, with her fingers, mouth or anything else to help you get off

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): almost a necessity, they are both big fans of them, Elizabeth with her strap on and Jefferson to keep you plugged up sometimes, never mind all the more special ones, like gags and ropes

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): this falls up to you, if you enjoy being teased, they are fully on board with itJefferson toying with you and then snatching his hand away when he feels you tightening around him or his fingers with a chuckle, Elizabeth gets a bit more creative, avoiding touching you where you want her the most altogether, playing with your chest or stroking your thighs instead

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): they are very talkative, especially with each other, lots of praise towards you, asking each other rhetorical questions about you, as if you aren't even there, merely an object to be used, Elizabeth is also more likely to order you around, even when you are topping Jefferson she still tells you what to do

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): between the two of them Jefferson is the more kinky one, Elizabeth having a few of her own kinks but usually quite happy to go with what he enjoys, or finding the middle ground for the both of them, Jefferson enjoys being a switch, while Elizabeth specifically enjoys being in control, so having you there is perfect for both of them

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): not very high, but the stress of their job gets to them, usually thats what makes them call for you, either something to celebrate about, or some stress

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): Depending on your relationship with them you might be asked politely to leave or stay the night with them, if you do get sent away they always make sure someone has you escorted back to your place

#cyberpunk smut #cyberpunk #cyberpunk x reader #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 x reader #cyberpunk 2077 smut #elizabeth peralez #jefferson peralez #jefferson peralez smut #jefferson peralez x reader #elizabeth peralez smut #elizabeth peralez x reader #.writing

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s1mpforeveryone · 1 year

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there is so, so much peter pan smut from ouat. but like WHEREE? WHEREEEEEE? WHEREEEE IS MY JEFFERSON SMUT. MY RUMPLESTILTSKIN SMUT (dont judge me, that could take that cane and whi-)?? WHERE IS MY KILLIAN JONES SMUT UGH

#ouat #smut #ouat smut #killian jones #rumplestiltskin #mr. gold #captain hook #peter pan #pan #jefferson hatter #mad hatter #once upon a time

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Heaven's Demons, Chapter 19

Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: mentions of drug use, smut, unprotected sex, mentions of addictions, angst, hospital/medical settings

“This shit is amazing,” she laughed giddily. Jefferson looked over at her, his mind feeling like it was spinning, as his heart thumped wildly in his chest. He reached over and brushed some of her hair behind her ear, “W-what are you doing?”

“Has anyone ever told you how truly beautiful you are?” he asked sweetly as he admired every curve of her face. She smiled and it sent his heart fluttering even more, “I mean…you’re so fucking gorgeous…and cute…and-“

But he was cut off by her lips. Jefferson moaned into the kiss, his mind going blank. She pressed his body closer to his and his cock began getting hard and twitching enough that he felt it bounce against his abs. She broke away and shifted away from him, so that she was no longer hovering over his body. Jefferson’s heart fluttered again as he watched her nervously bite her lip. He turned to his side and slid over on the carpet until their bodies were almost touching once again. Fireworks went off in his mind.

“God…you’re so fucking perfect.”

“What in the hell was in that pot?” she giggled, biting her bottom lip, “I feel crazy and like I’m floating…”

“Laced with some ecstasy,” he admitted with a sigh, “but even if it wasn’t…I’d still be-“

“What?” she teased, eyeing his erection, “still be having this big guy trying to say hi to me?”

“Listen…you’re the one that started getting naked in here,” he smirked, knowing that they both had undressed one another in their heated make-out session before settling naked on his plush carpet and talking in-depth about the universe, “I was just happy making out with yo-“

“Bull shit,” she laughed, feeling freer than she’d ever felt. Jefferson smiled, happy to see the sweet, carefree side of the girl he’d been falling for, “I’m calling bull shit.”

“You know…tonight’s the first time I think I’ve ever heard you swear,” he chuckled, his hand gently stroking her cheek, “and it’s kind of sexy.”

“Oh yeah?” she teased lightly, “you think me talking like this and swearing is sexy?”

“I mean…it’s the first time I’ve heard you do something outside of your normal ‘good golly ms. Molly’ attitude,” he admitted with a chuckle, “and I mean…it’s a take charge attitude…it’s really sexy.”

“And if I told you to come here…”

“I’m already here,” he reminded her softly, his lips ghosting over hers. His cock twitched when she leaned forward and gently kissed him again. He growled and licked his lips, “baby…you can’t go playing with me like that.”

“Who said I was playing with you, Jefferson?”

“What I mean is…I’m a dangerous man,” he grunted softly as her hand trailed random patterns along his chest, “you can’t…bunny…I-“

“Fuck me, Jefferson,” she said confidently. Jefferson shivered, their eyes meeting once again. He gasped when the backside of her hand brushed against the underside of his shaft, “I want to feel you, Jefferson…I’ve wanted to feel you for-“

He cut her off with a kiss and he rolled the two of them so that he was hovering above her. She moaned when his cock twitched against her mound.

“Bunny, we shouldn’t do this,” he said quickly, “I don’t want you thinking that I’m trying to take advantage of you or anything. W-we shouldn’t…we should wait.”

“Jefferson-“

“Bunny,” he whispered softly, cutting her off with a shake of his head. But the words were lost on him when she reached between the two of them. His mouth parted and he shuddered when her hand wrapped around his length and she slowly started to pump him, “Alice-I-oh, fuck…just like that baby.”

“I can handle you, Jefferson,” she replied, “I-I can take it.”

“Bunny…I’m a dangerous man…you don’t want a guy like me,” he uttered as she lined him up with her entrance. His expression was one of bliss, even though his words were trying to push her away. His eyes rolled when she pushed herself against his member, his cock sliding into her tight channel, “I-oh fuck. Alice…”

“I don’t care how dangerous you are,” she moaned, rolling her hips so that he was going deeper into her, “I want you…a-and you want me…right?”

“M-more than anything, bunny.”

“And you’ll protect me?”

“They’ll have to kill me to get to you,” he groaned as his hips jerked. Her pussy fluttered around him, and he screwed his eyes shut, embarrassed over the fact that he was already about to cum. She pulled him into a searing kiss, swallowing up his moans as he tried to stave off his impending orgasm, “bunny…I…god…you’re so fucking tight.”

Charles sat nervously in the hospital room, waiting for her to wake up. He’d been nervous ever since finding her, and but the EMT’s and doctors assured him that he’d gotten to her in time. His leg bounced as he stared at her, waiting for her to wake up.

And she’d done just that around 1 AM.

She nearly scared the hell out of him when she began coughing, choking on some invisible force. He rushed to grab the glass of water that one of the nurses had brought him before she left for the night, a few hours before that.

“Hope…here…drink this.”

She soaked it up, attempting to clear her throat. After the water was gone, she looked at Charles, disbelief written across her features, “Ch-Charles? Ho-how did you-when di-“

“I stopped by your place,” he admitted sadly. He sat back in the chair but scooted it closer to her side. When he went to grab her hand, she was quick to pull it away. He frowned, “you had mail built up in the box and a few papers on the lawn…I saw you passed out through your window…”

“Y-you were spying on me?”

“What? NO!” he said quickly, “I just-you hadn’t been answering your phone…and I-I started to get worried about you.”

She looked away from him, tears in her eyes. It wasn’t until Charles noticed some tears spilling onto the hospital gown that he grabbed her chin, “hey…talk to me…wh-why are you crying?”

“I-I fucked up, Charles,” she whimpered softly, sniffling into the open air, “I-I drank again. I fucked up.”

“Hey…we all make mistakes, Hope…” he said, trying to reassure her, “the important part is that you’re still here…”

“I-I could have died.”

“But you didn’t.”

“Y-you have to go,” she said, shaking her head. She pulled her face from his hands and looked away from him, “I-I can’t have you as a sponsor. This is all too much, I-“

“Hey…talk to me.”

“We kissed,” she said quickly, finally looking at him, “Charles…we kissed.”

“I know,” he said nervously, “I was there…”

“You aren’t supposed to be in a relationship especially thirty days sober. I-it puts too much pressure on the person!” she said, as though she were repeating what the books had mentioned, “I-I can’t have you around me…”

“Hope…I can be there for you without me being your sponsor if that’s what you’re worried ab-“

“I’m worried that I already like you too much!” she replied honestly, cutting him off, “I’m scared that I kissed you, and when I couldn’t talk about my emotions the first thing I did was binge drink until I passed out…d-do you know how many times I typed out a message…do you know how many times I tried to say that I liked you before I caved and said that I’d just drink my crush away?”

Charles frowned, his heart feeling heavier at her words, “y-you can’t go through it alone, Hope.”

“I-I’ve gone through my whole life alone, Charles…”

“Hey…regardless of how I’m involved in your life, I-I don’t want to leave it,” he said quickly, “just because you’ve made it this far alone doesn’t mean you have to keep on going like that. You don’t want me as your sponsor, fine…I won’t be your sponsor…but I’m going to be there for you as a friend…I-I don’t want you ever thinking you don’t have anyone to talk to, Hope.”

“I don’t.”

“You do!”

“I can’t talk to you about my problem if you are one!” she exclaimed, “I can’t tell you that I didn’t call because I was afraid to tell you how I felt, so I hid away in my house. I can’t tell you that I wanted to cave and drag you back into my place and ride your cock for the next two days until I had to be at work. I can’t tell you that in just one night I fell head over heels in love with you…you’re supposed to be my sponsor, Charles!”

Charles froze.

“Y-you love me?”

She paled, realizing that her confessions had spilt from her lips.

“I-“

“W-we barely know each other…I-you don’t even know all of my darkest secrets…all of the-“

“I don’t care about your past…all I know is that it shaped you into the man you are,” she replied, nervously fidgeting with her blanket as she looked back down at her lap, “I know that it made you the man that talked with me when I was having an issue meeting at a bar, so he put me on the back of his bike and we grabbed burgers than drove to the ocean. I know that he turned it into a picnic, but he had been there enough where that was his safe space…and he shared it with me. He talked me down off my own ledge and showed me a vulnerability that no one else has ever given me the courtesy of showing. I don’t have to know your past, Charles.”

“D-do you really want me to leave you alone?” he asked sadly, “I-I mean…I don’t want to do it…but if you tell me to go…I will.”

“I’m afraid, Charles.”

“It’s okay, Hope,” he cooed as they leaned towards one another, “trust me, sweetheart…I’m here for you.”

“Okay!” she whispered as their lips met.

Chapter 20

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All is well Part 4

Summary- Ransom reflects on how he ended up in this place. Daisy has so much love to give. And Baths are a love language for sure!

Pairings- Bucky x Daisy!Reader, Steve x Daisy!Reader, Ransom x Daisy!Reader, Ari x Daisy!Reader, Jefferson x Daisy!Reader, Jake Jenson x Precious!Reader, Andy x Peach.

Rating- Explicit, 18+

Warnings- polyamorous relationships, masturbation, mentions of jail, sex (piv), Oral (f & m receiving), edging, scissor play, mentions of; spanking, biting, edging, toy play. Teasing, making out, lots of sex, aftercare 18+ only!!

Word count- 14.3k

Authors notes- Obviously takes place in an AU where all the guys stories mix perfectly! As I’ve told @rainydayandmondays and @theinheriteddutchess Daisy is a little slut when she wants to be. 🤭😏

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Ransom sits on the back patio, sipping coffee and watching the leaves fall. The door opens behind him and he doesn’t bother to turn and look. A strong hand clasps on his shoulder and he knows who it belongs to. “What do you want Ari?”

“Oh Nothing much.” Ari sits next to him and smiles, “Andy was just checking in to see how it was going. What should I tell him?” Ransom rolls his eyes and looks at Ari.

“That I really love camp and can’t wait to write home about it.” Ransom shakes his head and takes a sip of coffee. Ari sits back and just watches him for a moment before he lightly laughs.

“Yeah cause sleeping with three different women and having someone cook all your meals sounds like the worst experience in the world.” Ari says, Ransom is about to say something snarky when Ari talks again “What was it that Daisy said? That you had to hold your tongue to get one of your precious baths?” Ari laughs and pats Ransom’s shoulder. “I won’t tell if you won’t, but you have to talk to me.” Ransom looks up at the sky, wonders if his mom’s house would be better than this. Then he remembers the sweet way Daisy rubs his back or the way Precious holds him close, when he asks of course, or the way Dutchess laugh makes him smile. This house is way better than his mom’s. So what if he has to clean a little and not be so quick to cut someone down. He can live with that.

“I don’t mind it, it’s better than jail that’s for sure.” Ransom finishes his coffee and sets the mug down.

“You know it’s not nice to talk about Linda’s house like that.” Ari jokes and Ransom actually cracks a smile. “I never thought she’d go for this arrangement but I I’m glad she did, it’s what you needed.”

***5 months earlier***

The ringing phone pulls him from his sleep, grumbling as he silence’s the ring, not wanting to wake his sleeping fiancé and baby. He quickly gets dressed and is almost out the bedroom door when he hears her voice, “Andy?” He turns around to see her sitting up in bed. “Andy where are you going? It’s still early.” Andy smiles.

“Someone I helped put away is getting released. I need to go see why.” He walks over to her. “Then I will be back, I promise. Take care of little man for me, okay?” She nods and gives Andy a kiss, “see you later, sweet peach.” and that he is gone. Andy would love nothing more than to crawl back into bed with his fiancé and spend the day relaxing like he had planned to. He got a second chance at a family, he’s not going to let anything ruin it this time. Knowing Ransom Drysdale somehow got his sentence overturned breeds nothing but worry in Andy’s mind, worry that his life isn’t going to be so relaxing for the foreseeable future.

He fidgets and taps on the steering wheel as he gets closer and closer to the courthouse. When he finally arrives he is ready to fight, he sure as hell isn’t letting Ransom walk without a fight. Siting in his office is an older women with white hair and glasses. Linda Drysdale. She demanded Andy get up and get to his office at the crack of dawn to talk to her, there are some conditions about Ransom’s release. And seeing as he was the prosecutor on Ransom’s case, he needed to sign off on these conditions. He can’t wait to tell the Drysdale’s to go fuck themselves and lock Ransom back up. Murders don’t go free, not on his watch. He locked up his own ex-wife for god sake, he has no issue locking up this asshole… again. “Linda? You wanna tell me why you beckoned me here at this hour?” Andy asks as he walks around his desk and takes a seat. Linda smiles.

“My son is going free. There is no doubt about it but he is only free on the condition that he either comes back to live with me. Or he goes to a halfway house and is monitored while he is reintroduced to society. The judge already cleared it.” She gives him another smile, Andy wants to slam his fists against his desk and tell her to get the hell out of his office, but he doesn’t.

“Then why are you here?” Andy says through clenched teeth, angry that justice won’t be served.

“I need you to meet with him and his lawyer at the jail this morning to go over these options. Once he decides you will bring the paper work to the courts and approve his release.” Linda explains.

“And why on earth would I help your murderous son walk free?” Andy asks, a little humored at her demand.

“Because money talks and I know about your first wife and son-” Linda starts but Andy stops her.

“That’s enough!” Andy sighs and stands from his desk. “Get out of my office so I can go.” Linda gets up and walks to the door.

“I look forward to hearing what he decides.” She puts her purse on her arm. “I know he will make the right choice.” She leaves and closes the door behind her. Andy sits in his chair and lays his head in his hands groan and just wishing he could be back home in his sweet peaches arms. Andy meets with the DA before he leaves and he explains that Linda pulled all the strings she had and used almost all the money she had left to get the conviction overturned. “So by week’s end he will be out.” Andy shakes his head and runs his hand over his beard in disbelief and anger. All the hours wasted on this damn case, hours he could have been with his sweet peach. “This is bullshit and you know it!” The DA raises his hands and says some line about how his hands are tied.

Wanting to make Ransom wait a little, Andy takes his sweet time getting over to the jail. When he arrives he is informed that Ransom and his lawyer are waiting in a meeting room and have been for a while. Andy responds with a smile and a simple I know. He is escorted back to the room and the first thing he sees is Ransom’s worried face. For some reason a sense of pity washes over Andy.

“Why am I here?” Ransom asks. He looks worried, agitated. Andy motions for him to sit, so he does.

“Your mom got your conviction overturned.” Andy says, Ransom is shocked.

“How?!” He exclaims.

“How else? Money.” Andy says with some edge in his voice. “Anyway, it’s under the condition that you return home under monitoring or go to halfway house and they monitor you there.” He looks at Ransom and then his lawyer. “So what’s it gonna be?”

His lawyer glares at Andy and starts to say, ‘let us talk it over’ but Ransom answers fast.

“No. I-“ He looks away. “I won’t go back with her, I can’t. I’d prefer jail.” Ransom stands up and knocks on the door, telling the guard he is done.

“Ransom you’re a free man.” His lawyer says. Ransom shakes his head and lets out a broken laugh.

“No one is free in that house. No one.” With that he is taken away and his lawyer start to bargain with Andy. Andy doesn’t listen because he actually feels sorry for the kid. As he is leaving and walking to his car a reminder from his calendar pops up. He forgot that he has a lunch meeting today, and then he gets an idea. “Well damn, maybe those ladies are exactly what he needs.” Andy gives the building another glance before he leaves. He sees Ransom looking out of the community room window, watching him.

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“Do you think they would be up for another?” Andy asks as he takes a sip of his beer. Ari laughs and shrugs.

“I don’t know. You could have called any one of them and asked. I’m not their handler.” Ari laughs and Andy nods in agreement.

“I know but you are like the big brother-“ Andy says and Ari cuts him off.

“Whoa! No. I’m more like a ‘late in life Step-brother’, I do sleep with them so let’s not compare us to a bio-sibling relationships. In fact let’s not compare me and the ladies in any way that would make us related.. at all.” Ari says and Andy lets out a loud laugh. Ari can’t help but smile, he hasn’t seen Andy this happy in years. Lori going crazy and Andy finding Peach to start over with while also helping with Jacob was the best thing to happen to him.

“Anyway, all I’m saying is you aren’t attached to any of them, at least not permanently. So you can be unbiased on if a new guy would work.”

“Well sure,” Ari says, “But that doesn’t mean they have the space for another guy.”

“Just meet him. I’m not gonna sugarcoat it, he is an asshole but I think he needs it.” Andy begs. “I can’t let all the work I put in on that case go to waste. I need him to actually do some time and come out better for it.” Ari sighs and agrees.

“Okay, I’ll meet him and then bring it up to the ladies if he seems like he’d be a good fit.” Ari says. “But you owe me another beer.”

“Deal.”

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Ari gets one look and conversation with Ransom and he just knows, the house is where he needs to be. Ari calls a family meeting that night and tells you all about Ransom. The boys aren’t super thrilled and you ladies are the slightest bit hesitant.

“Will he bunk downstairs with Jefferson?” You ask. Ari nods.

“Look, he’s not the greatest guy and he is an asshole. He was in jail for attempted murder of his grandfather and murdering the maid.” He looks at you, he knows you are the one that would give in. “Come on, Daze. Trust me, he needs it.” You look at Ari and then at Steve and Bucky.

“Oh come on Daisy- don’t look at me like that.” Steve says.

“Yeah that’s not fair. You know we can’t say no to those eyes.” Bucky says. He sighs and nods. He looks to Steve who is the deciding factor and he nods as well. You look at Ari and smile as the others agree.

“I’m not gonna lie, yall are gonna hate him.” He looks at you all. “You are all kind and you’ve become family. He is new and he will push buttons. Just be prepared and remember you all agreed.” He gives it a minute for anyone to back out. When you don’t he smiles and uncrosses his arms, he didn’t realize when he crossed them to begin with. “I’ll call Andy and let him know.” Ari gives your shoulder a little squeeze as he walks out of the room.

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“A house full of 9 other men and 3 women? And the three women make the rules and call the shots?” Random asks.

“Yeah, I live there and we are like a little family.” Ari says, Ransom rolls his eyes. Ari looks at Andy and Andy urges him to continue. “Look Ransom, it’s a nice place. Food, freedom, a bedroom to yourself. You get your life back and if I’m being honest? The ability to have sex again with a person and not just your hand.”

“Whoa wait- the women sleep with you all?!” Ransom asks, way more intrigued than before.

“Well it’s not like a requirement and they aren’t just giving it out to anyone there. They are all married and have another man or two that they spend time with as well. And those men live in the house. You play your cards right and just maybe one will take a liking to you.” Andy looks at Ari and then looks back at Ransom, he can tell that Ransom is already sold and isn’t really listening anymore. “Again it’s not a promise but it’s definitely a possibility. But you’ll have to really work at getting on their good sides. They are all about rule following and having a harmonious environment. And they let us live there for basically free. I mean we have to help pay the bills but no rent fees and stuff like that.” Ransom still looks slightly skeptical. “No check ins with parole officers, no ankle monitors, this is your best option. Unless you wanna go to a real halfway house?”

“No.” Random answers.

“Or back to your mom’s.” Andy says

“No, please-“ Ransom says desperately. “Please don’t make me go back there. I can’t.”

Ari nods and puts his hand on his hips.

“Okay then, the house it is. Don’t worry it will all be okay. All is well and stuff.” Ari smiles and Andy laughs. “Alright, let’s get you released!”

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“A halfway house??” Linda asks, staring down Ari and Andy. “That’s really what my Ransom decided on?!”

“Yup!” Andy says. “I was surprised myself when Ransom chose it. But I think he just wants a fresh start.”

“What kind of halfway house is this?” Linda asks. “I want to research it.”

“You’re not gonna find it online ma’am.” Ari explains. “But I promise Ransom will thrive there.” He smiles and Linda looks at him still skeptical.

“I need to see this house.” She demands.

“I’m sorry but for this to work for Ransom he needs to go ‘no contact’ for the first few months.” Ari gives Linda a perfect smile and she blushes. “We will take great care of him, I promise.”

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Ransom gets released and says goodbye to his mom. She’s weepy and Ransom is counting the minutes till they are in the car. The drive there is quiet, Ransom is either scared that Ari is actually taking him somewhere to kill him or he’s sad. Ari is betting on the first one. “Well here we are.” They pull up into a long driveway covered by trees. You can’t see the house from the road and it’s surrounded by forest. The house is huge, Ransom counts at least 10 windows on the front of the house, and that’s just the bottom floor. It’s a new build but it looks old, it makes Ransom smile, reminds him of his grandfathers house. Not the same style, just the grandness of it.

“Whose house is this?” Ransom asks once the car is parked. Ari just smiles.

“Come on in, you can meet guys.” Ari says as he climbs out. Ransom is skeptical he bets this was all a trap and there aren’t any women at all. If he’s honest that the only reason he agreed. Free place to stay and 3 ladies who he can get in bed with. What more could a guy ask for? If there are no women inside he’s gonna lose it, these men will feel his sharp tongue and the weight of his lawyers. The entryway is nicely decorated, there is a place by the front door where everyone leaves their shoes. There are cookies baking in the oven, and the house is almost spotless. “It’s usually never this clean. Clean but but not this clean.” Ari laughs. “I think they just wanted to make a good first impression.”

“Where are they?” Random asks as he sets his bag on the floor. “Seems like no one is here.”

“Well the ladies and a couple of the guys aren’t but some of the men are still here. Something important came up this weekend that pulled away a few and then the others are visiting friends and family.” Ari explains.

“Why would they leave town when a new guy is arriving? Seems a little rude if you ask me.” Random pouts a little. A weekend with just a bunch of dudes? Not his idea of a good weekend.

“They wanted you to meet the guys first and let you get settled in. Then the emergency happened and pulled two of the guys away as well. You’ll meet them when they get back.” Ari explains and motions for Ransom to follow along. They walk down the hall and bump into Jake.

“Oh hey! I’m Jensen- well Jake, you can call me Jake.” He shake Ransom’s hand. “Nice to meet you.” With that Jake is walking down the hall, “follow me, allow Ari to rest a little. I’ll show you around.” Ransom gives Ari a look and Ari pats his shoulder.

“Jake’s great, he will show you to your room.” Ari says as he walks to his room.

“Great, I get the puppy dog to show me around.” Ransom mumbles. Jake hears him but he just smiles and keeps walking.

“This here is Daisy’s room, she share it with her Husband Steve and her boyfriend Bucky.” Jake says, that catches Ransom’s attention.

“Boyfriend?” Ransom questions. “I didn’t realize this was that kind of house.” He smirks and Jake turns around. “I mean I knew the ladies could get around if they wanted but I didn’t realize they had boyfriends and husbands.” Jake shakes his head and laughs.

“Oh they are gonna have fun with you.” Jake laughs again and Ransom smirks.

“I’m hoping.” Ransom answers and Jake can’t help but laugh again. He pats his shoulder which Ransom is getting really tired of, when did people start to think they could touch him, Ransom Drysdale.

“Follow me.” They walk farther down the hall. “This is Dutchess and her husband Frank Adler’s room, Her boyfriend Bucky lived here too.”

“Wait- so Bucky is with Daisy and Dutchess?!” Random is starting to get very excited at the possibilities in this house.

“Oh no! You see- Huh how to explain this?” Jake thinks for a moment. “Guess the truth is best.” Jake looks at Ransom and smiles. “A few of these guys are Avengers. Like Tony stark, saving the world, Avengers.” Ransom stares in disbelief. “And Daisy’s Bucky is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes that was cleared of all crimes as the Winter Soldier. He has been living here with Steve Rogers, yes ‘the’ Captain America, they’ve been living here in domestic bliss since the world ended and then is suddenly didn’t.” Ransom nods, he remembers that. One day he is fine and then next day the women he had been having sex with was just gone. She showed up 5 year later in the same spot she disappeared from. Sadly he had moved on and neither of them took kindly to three people suddenly being in Ransom’s bed. It was a rough day. "Anyway. They are with Daisy and happy as can be. They sometimes still go help out but for the most part they are retired. Now Dutchess Bucky is from another timeline.”

“Like time travel?! Where the fuck am I?!?” Ransom looks around to see if he was being punked. Jake laughs.

“Yeah it takes a lot to get use to but they are all really great. But as I was saying. Dutchess Bucky is from like 8 years ago. He was brought forward in time and he was gonna be used by some evil men to help end the world again but Steve and Bucky saved him. So now we have two Bucky’s. We call them both Bucky while they are separate, cause well that’s their name. But if they are both present then we call Daisy’s Bucky, James. And Dutchesses Bucky, Winter. Since he is still kinda the Winter Soldier. But he’s in therapy so no worries!” Jake just smiles like all he said was completely normal, Ransom shake his head and motions for Jake to continue the tour.

“Mine and Precious’ room is down there, we already passed it. This door leads to the basement and that’s where your room will be.”

“The basement? No, I don’t do basements.”Ransom complains.

“Well Ari has the attic so the only place left is the basement.” Jake says and then starts down the stairs. “But it’s really nice, honestly!” Ransom grumbles as he follows Jake. The basement is completely finished and has 5 rooms with 2 shared bathrooms. Only two of the rooms are occupied and the rest have very basic furnishings. “Jefferson! Come on out, meet the new guy!” Ransom has to hold back a laugh when the man walks out in a knee length dress coat and has a three piece suit on, he was obviously working on something.

“Did I miss something? Are we going to the opera?” Ransom jokes and Jefferson glares at him. Jake lightly laughs and steps between Jefferson and Ransom.

“Okay, not the best way to make friends, Ransom. Also Jefferson could slice your neck open without you even noticing or it hurting. So be nice.” Ransom rolls his eyes and gives a polite wave, Jefferson closes his door without a word. “Okay next is Frank, different than the one that’s upstairs, obviously. He has no last name and he comes and goes as he please, and I think he is actually here for once. Frank?” Jake knocks on the door and Frank answers.

“New guy?” He asks. And Jake nods. “Hi, good luck. If you do as they say, you’ll love it.” He smiles and closes his door. Ransom looks at Jake who just laughs.

“Now your room!” Jake takes him to the room next to Jefferson’s. “This will be yours, keep it clean and make yourself at home. I’ll leave you to get settled and then you can come up whenever you’re ready” Ransom nods and then looks around the room. He slowly walks in and takes stock of his new living arrangement. He sighs and drops his bag on the ground.

“Well fuck.” Ransom mutters. “I better get a lot of sex.” He opens his bag and starts laying things out. Yes he grew up with servants and he hardly had to do anything for himself, but he wasn’t helpless. Although he thinks, it would be nice if one of the ladies could wash his clothes, that he never learned how to do. Eventually he makes his way back upstairs. He bumps into Dutchess’ husband Frank and her Bucky- or Winter? Is that what Jake said? Yeah that’s what he said. They both eye him wearily and then just nod, still unsure of their new housemate. The day goes on and Ransom settles in. He has basic conversation with the guys, they all seem nice, a little soft if you ask him.

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Things start to take a turn when the first of the ladies shows back up. Frank walks outside and opens a car door for a beautiful women. Ransom can tell from here that her smile is perfect and that her eyes are incredible. Frank pulls her into his arms and gives her a kiss. Winter walks out and meets her too, she pulls him close and kisses his cheek. When they come walking in Jake waves hello and Jefferson smiles. She is polite to the guys and they seem to like her. She spots Ransom and she smiles.

“Hi, you must be Ransom, I’m Dutchess.” She extends her hand and Ransom smile and gives her hand a shake. Her voice is a sound Ransom wants to hear all night long.

“Nice to meet you too, Dutchess.” Ransom answers back politely. She then heads off with Frank and Winter. Jefferson and Jake lightly laugh and joke how they won’t see those three till dinner. Ransom watches them disappear down the hall. Once they are out of sight, or at least they thought, Dutchess gives Winter a kiss, a pretty passionate one at that. Then she turns and kisses Frank as Winter opens the bedroom door and they all three disappear into the room. Ransom laughs to himself and then smiles.

“So Ransom? You think you’ll like it here?” Jake asks. Ransom nods.

“Definitely.” He gives another look down the hall where Dutchess just disappeared to.

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The next one Ransom meets is Daisy and it’s a little more chaotic. It’s the next day and Ransom is sitting in the living room scrolling the TV channels when he hears car doors slam. There is a lot of commotion and then someone is swinging open the front door and stomping inside.

“I told you to stay in the fucking jet! I didn’t want him seeing you!” The man says to the shorter woman walking in behind him. Wow she’s beautiful too, Ransom thinks.

“It was fine, I was able to draw him out and I subdued him. Now, Steve is getting him locked away in the basement as we speak. You would still be fighting him if it wasn’t for me.” You smile and pat his cheek, his metal arm reaches out and takes your wrist in his hand. He knows his strength and he know she’s not hurting you. Ransom finds himself wondering what her skin feels like, soft for sure. He wants to nibble on that wrist.

“I didn’t want him to know you even existed. Now he knows Steve and I have someone we care about. Someone he could hurt if he ever got free.” The man explains. You pull your hand free and lay it against his face again, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

“Bucky,” you say as you look up at him. Ransom concludes that this is the ‘other Bucky’ or ‘James’ as Jake called him. “That’s why he is here, for us to help him be free. To help him heal.” You lean in and kiss him. Just then another man comes walking down the hall, coming up from the basement.

“He’s locked away with the special chains Tony made out of Vibranium.” You nod and kiss this man’s cheek. “And we are horrible housemates,” Ransom realizes he has finally been spotted. “Hey there! I’m Steve and this is my wife Daisy and our boyfriend Bucky.” Ransom clocks the words ‘our boyfriend’, that is something he will have to find out more about later.

“Stevie, if you keep introducing me like that people are going to think we are fucking.”Steve laughs and Bucky steps up and offers his hand for a shake. “I am Daisy’s boyfriend and Steve’s best friend.. he just likes to joke and weird people out with our situation.” Ransom laughs and shakes Bucky’s hand.

“Why is that?” Ransom asks. You answer before they can.

“Because Steve can be a little shit and Bucky jokes around telling people they ‘were roommates’ back in the war.” You explain and Ransom laughs again.

“Well, nice to meet you, all of you.” Ransom says, then he gets a little bold. He eyes up up and down, you three definitely notice. He decides to play along and make friends, keeping the jokes going. “So you two never fuck?” He motions between Steve and Bucky. They both laugh and shrug.

“Ehhh I guess you can’t say never.” Bucky shrugs and Steve slaps his chest.

“Yes you can, we’ve never fucked.” Steve glares at Bucky who just laughs. Ransom can tell that is a, Don’t be sharing our business with people we don’t know, look. which leads Ransom to believe that the answer is actually yes, they have, at least in some sort of way.

“Okay okay, boys. Go get unpacked and showered. I plan to spend all day in bed and I need my squeaky clean men with me.” You give them kisses and send them on their way. Steve and Bucky talk and joke and shove each other as they walk away. Ransom can’t help but smile, which is a weird feeling for him but this place just seems right. Especially with this beautiful women standing in front of him. You smell so good, Ransom wants to bury his face in your hair and just live there. Your suit leaves nothing to the imagination, the only thing Ransom needs to know that he can’t see because the suit is black, is if you have tan lines.

“What was your name again?” Random asks politely but starting to let his gaze linger on your body.

“Daisy,” you smile and bring yourself a little closer. You know he is looking you over so you tease him a little by getting closer but not touching him. The name is perfect for you, Ransom thinks. You are the personification of a Daisy; soft, sweet, and sunshine. Wow he really wants to run his fingers through your hair, so much so he physically puts his hands in his pockets to keep himself in line.

“Well Daisy, it is very nice to meet you.” Ransom smirks, turning on his charm. “I can’t wait to get to know you better.” You blush a little and reach out, taking his hand from his pocket and giving it a squeeze.

“You too Ransom. We will catch up later, okay? Right now my two men need my attention and I need sleep. 72 hour, turn around missions are not for the weak.” You smile and turn to leave, Random calls after you.

“Something tells me that nothing about you is weak, Daisy Mae.” You just wave over your shoulder as to hide the blush forming on your face. He is a cutie you think. When you bump into Steve and Bucky they make it their personal mission to make sure that blush is from them and them alone. They remind you that the ‘new guy’ may be cute but they are sexy as hell and they can go multiple rounds in the same hour. You sleep well into the next morning and you are sore the next day but so satisfied. Ransom tries to not let that bother him too much.

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The last one Ransom meets is Precious. She comes walking in that morning with her suitcase in hand. Jake walks over and he gives her a big kiss and she smiles and rubs his chest as she looks up at him. “Hiya Jakey.” She says, her voice is soft and sweet, Ransom wants her to say his name in that voice. “How did our new friend settle in?” Ransom turns around to see that She is talking to him.

“Pretty good, would have been better if you ladies had been here to welcome me yourselves.” Precious laughs and Ransom hears your sweet laugh from the hall as you walks out to grab some snacks.

“Well, we were all busy and we thought it would do you well to meet the guys first.” You explains. Ransom glances over to you and sees you are in a slip nightgown. It’s silk, blue, and really hot. He watches you walk away and sees how the dress hangs right at your ass. He turns to see Precious and Jake getting comfortable, Jake is leaning his chin on Precious’ shoulder as he watches her flip through the mail. Her eyes flick up and meet his, she smiles and then turns to Jake.

“I desperately need to shower. Join me?” She asks him and Jake is practically running to the bathroom. Precious smiles at Ransom, “We are all happy that you’ve decided to join us. Make yourself at home, it’s yours now too.” Precious leaves the kitchen and heads to the bathroom with Jake. Ransom smirks and watches as her hips sway as she walks away.

“Oh believe me, I will.” And with that he starts to strategize.

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He gives it a day, he sleeps in his bed and ignores the soft sounds of mattresses squeaking and headboards knocking against the wall. It’s unfair that they are all getting laid while he sits down here having to keep himself company with his hand. He needs to make his move, but on who, he starts touching himself as he thinks about all three ladies. “Dutchess wouldn’t work, she’s gonna make me work for it, I can tell.” He laughs to himself as he keeps thinking aloud, slowly palming over himself. “Which I am not against but that obviously doesn’t help me now.” He takes himself in his hand and gives one full stroke, he moans as he arches off the bed a little. “Mmhmm and Daisy Mae, she seems like she’s gonna be fun, willing to fulfill some dirty dreams of mine.” He quickens his pace, his breath catching a little. “But that husband of hers and her boyfriend, they will be touch ones to get past.” He works himself right to the edge, “Precious, mmhmm fffffuuuccckkk! Jake shouldn’t be a problem to get past. She won’t be easy though, I’m gonna have to work for it. She seems like one I can play with, she will be fun. Oh! Mmhmm yes!!!” He cums hard and it splashes all over his chest. He catches his breath and just smiles, it’s been a while since he’s been able to work one out. Jail isn’t exactly known for privacy. “I’m gonna have to pull out all the stops tomorrow.” He wipes himself off and collapses in bed completely naked, letting the cold air cool his overheated skin. “Fuck I can’t wait.” He smiles as he drifts off to sleep.

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The day goes by so slow Ransom keeps waiting and waiting for the perfect time. Daisy and her puppies went on a walk, that’s what He has decided to call Bucky and Steve for the time being, although Jake fits the ‘puppy demeanor’ as well. Dutchess and her cucks are off shopping. Is cucks too mean? Ransom thinks, nah. Thats kinda what they are, he tells himself. Precious is here all alone, well except for whoever is in the basement screaming, Ransom isn’t touching that with a twelve foot pole. Steve and Bucky brought that person in and he’s gonna leave it alone. Even Jefferson is gone, something about needing to see someone, Ari went with him. It’s just Ransom and Precious. He strips as he walks to Precious’ room he slams the door and goes to sit on her freshly made bed. He picks up the book from her bedside table and starts to flip through the pages. He sees phrases like He licks up her neck as he pushes inside her, Ransom smirks “oh Precious.” He flips some pages. She is on her knees and looks up at him with big doe eyes. She smirks and leans forward to kiss his- the door opens and pulls Ransom’s attention from the book. He sees Precious standing in the doorway, her arms are crossed and she’s just looking at Ransom. “So this is what you read.” He smirks and bite his lip as he tosses the book on the bed, letting Precious get a full view. “You know reading can only get you so far.” Precious smirks back and lightly laughs.

“I do alright for myself.” She uncrosses her arms and Ransom stands from the bed, walking closer to where she stands near the door.

“Is that right, Princess?” Ransom says dawning her a new nickname.

“It is.” She stands from where she is, keeping her gaze on his face and not his abs and definitely not that wonderful treasure trail and where is leads.

“Whatever you say, princess.” Ransom quips. He walks towards the door, he knows her eyes are on him, checking out his ass. He walks out the door and sees Jake walking in from outside. He is shocked and slightly angered at Ransom’s forwardness, a new nickname and strutting around naked?! Ransom just laughs and keeps walking. Everyone else had made it home by now and from where they were in the living room and kitchen they got a full view of Ransom’s goods as well. Jake makes a b-line to his bedroom and he sees Precious staring down the hall at Ransom, she’s biting her lip a little and doesn’t notice her husband walking in the room. That is until the door slams closed and her view of Ransom’s fantastic ass is disturbed. Precious blushes, knowing she’s been caught.

“Jakey,” she lightly laughs.

“Princess? Now, is that your name, Precious?” Jake walks forward and takes her jaw in his hand, his touch is light and soft but Precious knows what’s about to happen. Jake smiles and then it turns a little devilish. “What’s your name?”

“Precious.” She answers as he rubs his thumb across her lips.

“Whose are you?” He asks, so possessive and hot. Precious lets a moan slip as he pulls her close.

“Yours, Jakey.” She opens her mouth and she teases his thumb in her tongue.

“You got that right.” He walks her backwards to the bed. They aren’t seen till much later in the day and Precious has the most blissful look on her face as she hangs on her man as they snuggle on the couch. Ransom just laughs, he laid the foundation, he knows Precious wants him, it’s only a matter of time, and Ransom’s got plenty of it. ‘Now onto Daisy’, he thinks. Ransom looks at you across the room and you blush and then lean into Steve a little more.

*** Present day***

Ransom looks at Ari and smiles. “Yeah, it is definitely what I needed.” Ransom stands up. “And you can tell Andy that I really am loving ‘camp’.” Ari laughs as Ransom heads inside.

It is your last night with just Bucky and he wants to make sure you feel special.

“Where are we going?!” You giggle as Bucky pulls you close. “Why do I need all this new stuff?!” Bucky kisses your cheeks and down your neck.

“Because I want to dote on ‘my wife’.” He kisses you and then pulls back as he slaps your ass. “Go open your gifts and be ready by 6.” He winks as he leaves the room. You turn and open all the bags that Bucky had placed on the bed. A new purse, new earrings, new heels, and a new dress. It’s black and hugs you in all the right places.

“Bucky Barnes you know how to spoil a girl” you say to the empty room. You get dressed and your hair and makeup done just in time. You are slipping on your heels and spraying on your perfume when Bucky walks in. He is dressed in a well tailored suit. The blue brings out his eyes and he looks so good. His beard is nicely trimmed and just long enough. His hair is perfectly styled and ready for you to run your fingers through. You bite your lip and walk over to him. He pulls you close and kisses you deeply.

“You look beautiful, Doll.” Bucky says as he kisses you again. You giggle and thank him.

“You look pretty good yourself.” He puts his arm around your shoulders and you two walk out into the living room. You grab your new purse and head out the door. Bucky is the perfect gentleman. He opens your door, helps you in, before you get going Bucky lays his hand on your inner thigh and gives it a little squeeze. He always does this and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You wrap your arms around his and kiss his arm as he starts the drive into town. You have a lovely dinner under the fall stars. To end the night he orders wine and a creamy, delicious dessert. He feeds you about in between his and when it’s all gone he kisses you and licks some of the chocolate you missed off your lips. “Mmhmm Bucky, take me home,” you whisper, “Please baby?”

“You never have to beg me, Doll.” Bucky answers as he pulls your hand up and kisses your knuckles. He pays the bill and you two make your way home. You should have known something was up when the bedroom door was cracked open, Steve always makes sure it is firmly closed. When you walk in the whole room is dark except for the glow of the candles around the window and on the dresser. You can see the bathroom has candles as well and that the tub is full and going with the jets.

“Bucky?” You turn and ask.

“You deserve to be doted on,” he says as he slowly turns you around. He moves your hair out of the way and unzips your dress, his fingers grazing your back and causing goosebumps in their wake. He kisses your shoulders as he pushes the dress off of them, letting it fall and look at your feet. “So all night is what you need and want.” He unhooks your bra and lets it fall to the ground. You turn your head to capture his lips in a kiss, he moves his hands around and cups your breasts in his hands, one real one metal.

“Bucky,” you gasp, needing more.

“Let get in the bath, huh?” He suggests and you nod. You pull him closer and slip off his jacket. You unbutton his shirt and let your hands roam over his toned body. You kiss his lips as you fiddle with his belt, pulling it out and tossing it across the room. Bucky unbuttons his pants before you can and he is stepping out of them just as fast. He lifts you into his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist as he drops you to the bed first. “On second thought, I need a taste first.” He winks as he settles on top of you, boxing you in.

“I need these off, now.” You tease as you snap Bucky’s boxer briefs.

“Yes ma’am.” Bucky coos as he stands up to slips them off. He reaches out and completely rips your underwear off.

“Bucky!?” You gasp. “I really liked those!” Bucky smirks and pulls you closer by, massaging your ass.

“And I already bought you 12 new pairs and they are washed and in the dresser.” He kisses down your body spending time on each breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth and lavishing them with his tongue. You hum and play with his hair, it’s just long enough for you to run your fingers through and grip when you need to. Bucky kisses done you body and settles between your legs, he leaves kisses and love bites all along your inner thighs until he reaches your center. His gaze flicks up to yours as he leans in and places a little kiss on your clit. The shudder it sends through your body makes you both smile.

“Please Bucky!” You breathlessly moan and to answer you he seals his lips over your clit and begins to suck and lick, bring you to the edge so fast that you don’t have time to warn him, not that he cares in the slightest. He moans as he licks up your juices and continues to eat you out. Bringing you close to the edge again before he stops and kisses up your body. He lifts you into his arms and you wrap you legs around his waist as he massages your ass. He makes is way to the bathroom as you kiss him desperately. He meets your desperation with his tongue shoved in your mouth. You moan around it as he teases the rim of your ass with his finger tip. He pulls back and smirks down at you before he kisses down your jaw to your neck. He climbs into the tub with you still in his arms and that small display of strength has you dripping in need. Thankfully when you built this house You had the bright idea to put all the tub inside the showers, that way when it overflows, which it will because the men are big, it overflows into the shower and drains. So when Bucky sits down with you in his arms, most of the water escapes the tub. You giggle and Bucky continues to kiss all over your neck and chest.

“What’s so funny Baby girl?” Bucky teases as he slips his real hand between your bodies.

“Nothing, just my big tough man surrounded by bubbles and lavender.” You smile and kiss him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You kiss his nose and he acts like he’s gonna bite yours. You sit in Bucky’s lap and your hands roam over each others bodies as you make out. Eventually you start to grind your aching center over his hard cock. The sounds he makes are music to your ears.

“Oh Daisy- mmhmm yyeesss!” He moans before he pulls you closer by the small of your back. His other hand guides his cock to your entrance and you capture his lips as he bottoms out in you.

“Bucky- so- mhm so full baby.” You choke out. You can take your men at the same time, but that doesn’t mean you ever get use to the stretch. Bucky kisses your jawline and down your neck as he whispers against your skin.

“I know baby, I’ll move in a second. I just need a minute.” He leaves a love bite on your collarbone and you moan loudly. “Squeezing me so good. So tight.” You whimper as he starts to move his hips, the water splashing around but you don’t care. Bucky is good at many things but one thing he is excellent at? Getting you to the edge in record time. He gets you there and then slowly backs off, calming you down only to get you right back on the edge. He is the master at edging and he can tell by your moans when you’re in the mood for it and when you aren’t. And you most definitely are tonight. He loops his arms around your back and reaches up to grab your shoulders. He pulls you down against him and begins to fuck up into you.

“Yesyesyesyes!!! Bucky!” He kisses your neck and then he completely stops. You whimper but lean in to kiss him anyway. You kiss him until he starts thrusting up into you again. You whisper against his lips “Yesyesyes, right there- Don’t stop! Ffffuuuccckkk!” Bucky is feeling a little soft tonight so he edges you once and then lets you cum, working you right over the edge.

“That’s it Baby girl, mmhmm fuck yes! Squeeze me tight- yyeess!” He cums deep inside you as you milk him dry. You nuzzle into his neck and kiss all around as he works himself through his high. His head tilts back and rests on the edge of the tub as he catches his breath. You kiss up his jawline and meet his lips and he moans into your mouth. “Mmhmm Daisy, my Baby girl- woohhh you really know how to pull one outta me.” He smirks and you blush. You kiss him and lean against his chest. He is still buried inside you and he stays like that till you decide it’s finally time to actually bathe and get ready for bed. When the tub starts to drain Steve takes that as his cue to come in.

“Hey Daisy girl,” he kisses you sweetly. “Did you have a fun night?” he asks, already knowing the answers seeing as once you and Bucky got into the bathroom he went and laid on the bed. You nod and he leans in to kiss you again. “Good.” Steve says with a pat to your ass. Bucky walks by and Steve gives his shoulder a squeeze before Bucky leans in and kisses you.

“We had a great night, didn’t we?” You nod and giggle as he kisses you neck.

“We did!” you look back at Bucky.

“I think only one thing could have made it better.” Bucky says and you bite your lip.

“Oh? And what’s that?” Steve asks. You look at Bucky and smirk. Bucky laughs and motions to you.

“If you had joined us,” You answer. “You were left out. You deserve some attention too.” Steve smirks, his eyes turning a little dark. He simply unties his drawstring sweatpants and slowly pulls himself out, stroking himself while looking at you. Blush starting to spread across your cheeks and you tongue darting out to lick your lips.

“Well how about I get some attention now.” Steve suggests and you bite your lip again and look at Bucky. He lightly laughs and settles back against the counter.

“Well I’m not gonna do it, Baby girl.” He crosses his arms. “But I’d love to watch. Get your fill baby.” You settle on your knees after Steve moves the bathmat for you to have a cushion. You take him in your mouth and work him over. Bobbing your head up and down, swirling your tongue all around, even playing with his balls and teasing his ass a little. When he cums he does as he fucks your face, you don’t waste a single drop, you even open your mouth and stick out your tongue to show him what a ‘good girl’ you are. Steve moans and pulls you into a kiss and then Bucky does the same. Not ‘grossed out’ by the fact you taste like Steve, he doesn’t care one bit.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” Bucky says. He squeezes your ass. Steve decides to be a little tease.

“Well, thanks Buck! But this is really about Daisy right now.” Steve kisses your neck from behind. As you laugh and Bucky shakes his head and slaps the side of Steve’s ass. He then pulls you into a kiss.

“Mmhmm let’s get to bed.” Bucky murmurs against your lips.

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Once in bed you explain to them what you plan to do with Ransom the following morning. “My one request,” Bucky asks, “is that after this the bath is saved for me and Stevie. I know that’s your go to aftercare but I need something special that’s just ours.” You think for a minute and then look at Steve, you can tell he is thinking the same thing. “I know he loves baths and I don’t mind you sharing one with him but I don’t want you to have sex with him and then start washing his hair and taking care of him like you do us.” You lay a hand on his chest and agree.

“Okay, aftercare baths are only for my husbands.” You say. “I will still let Ransom have his baths if he wants them with me, but we will move it to the bed after the fact. How does that sound?” You ask. Steve nods and Bucky kisses your head.

“Thank you, Daisy. I love you.”

“I love you too, Bucky. I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you too, Daisy. I’ll tell they guys.” You silently thank him. Steve picks up his phone and sends out a message to the guys that are with Daisy.

***Text conversation***

Steve- Update to Daisy’s rules. Bath aftercare is saved for husbands alone. Baths and sex in the bath/shower are acceptable with Daisy but no form of aftercare will take place in said bath or shower. Sign back if you agree to the new rules.

Ari- wasn’t that already, like a thing?

Steve- no

Ari- oh, okay. Yeah I agree.

Jefferson- I agree.

Frank (EB)- I agree.

Ransom- who the fuck is this guy?^

Frank (EB)- 🤦🏻 We’ve met multiple times…

Ransom- no recollection

Steve- Ransom do you agree or not?

Ransom- yeah yeah, I agree.

Steve- thank you

Ransom- but what happens if I didn’t 🤔😏

Steve-

Frank (EB)-

Jefferson-

Ari- 😒

Ransom- who the fuck is banging on my door?!

Steve- it’s Bucky… he just wants to talk. 🙂😊

Ransom- well call him off, I agree and won’t try anything!!

***End Text***

Ransom hears Bucky’s footsteps retreating up the stairs and he rolls his eyes. Bucky crawls back into bed with you and you hold him tight as Steve holds you. Happy as can be with your men.

You wake up to the door creaking open and someone making themselves at home on the end of your bed. You turn over and see it is 8am. Steve and Bucky had left to go on a run, they knew your plans with Ransom this morning and they wanted to be out of the room when he arrived but back before you were done. Just in case Ransom tried to pull anything regarding the new rule. Your boys are always so concerned for you, you smile at the thought. Sitting up and stretching as you scoot to the edge of the bed, Bucky had left you a warm cup of coffee just the way you like it and Steve had left you a little love note. You lift your coffee and warm your hands with it as you stand and head to the bathroom. You haven’t given Ransom a look since he snuck in the room. You throw a hand over your shoulder and beckon him to follow, you know he is watching, and follow you is exactly what he does. You smile as you enter the bathroom and see that Steve and Bucky did exactly as you asked before they left. Ransom walks in, a little too smug, that is until he sees the tub filled with ice and water.

“What- what the hell is this?!” He looks at you, “Daisy?!? I held my tongue and was decent to everyone-“

“Just barely. Besides ice baths are great for you.” You smile as you pull him closer to the tub.

“They aren’t good for my dick.” He starts to pout. “I thought I was getting some sweet time with my Daisy Mae, not torture before 9am.” Ransom complains yet he doesn’t leave. He stays, arms crossed and staring at the ice floating around. You giggle to yourself and pull off the shirt you were wearing, it’s a shared shirt between Steve and Bucky. They both wear it so you are surrounded by them even when they aren’t there. Ransom sees your bare skin, no underwear or bra, absolutely bare. Ransom looks you up and down as he smirks. “Well well, Daisy Mae-“

“Shhh if you want all this,” you motion to your body, “then you will get in the tub.”

“But why?!” Ransom strips off his shirt and tosses it with yours, secretly hoping his scent will stay on your shirt as well.

“Because,” you start to explain. “Even though you held your tongue, you still insulted Bucky yesterday. Calling him a machine?! He was abused and you decided to turn it into a punch line. So if you wanna make jokes then you have to endure a fraction of what he endured. If you want the warmth and embrace of my arms, you will get in the damn tub and understand the weight of the jokes you make.” You stand firm, arms crossed, voice steady. Ransom’s eyes flick to the tub again and then to you.

“Okay, but I’m not gonna be happy about it.” Ransom snaps. You smile and rub his back as he walks closer to the tub.

“I’d expect nothing less.” You kiss his cheek, “I’m even letting you keep your pants on, so be happy. They weren’t as kind to Bucky.”

Ransom takes a deep breath and slips one leg in. “Fuck!!” He groans. “I better get a good blow job after this.” He takes a breath and fully slips into the tub. You smile and lean over the side to kiss his cheek.

“You’ll take whatever I give you and you’ll like it.” You beam at Ransom and how he is simply obeying. You can take his attitude, to be fair you’d be a little peeved if Steve or Bucky did this. Ransom looks at you and makes a point to shiver as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“You know I get cold easily, that’s why I wear my sweaters.” Ransom says. You sit on the edge of the tub and rub up and down his chest. He lets a little moan slip out as he feels your warm hands across his cold skin.

“Warming up?” You tease and he grunts.

“Daisy, you are lucky I-“ he stops himself, he can’t say that. Nope not now, not ever. No one will have control over him, he’s Ransom Drysdale. Instead he says, “You’re lucky if I let you even suck my cock after this.” You laugh and pat his head.

“Okay, Ransom.” You take a deep breath without him noticing. You brace yourself and use all your strength to keep a calm face as you slide into the water with him, straddling his lap and placing your hands on his shoulders. “You’ll ‘let’ me do that and so so much more.” You coo in his ear. You press your body against his and he is mesmerized.

“How- Daisy you’re naked- you will freeze.” Ransom starts to stumble over his words as you kiss over his chest.

“I’m fine. I use to do one of these every morning with Bucky.” You explain.

“Why?”

“You really wanna know?” You ask and Ransom nods, “I’m letting you in, Ransom. I’m trusting you with a sensitive time in mine and Bucky’s life and relationship. Are you ready for that?” You ask again, wanting him to under that this is not information he can use at a later date to hurt or make fun of Bucky with. You see a rare moment of softness break in Ransom’s eyes. He nods.

“Yes, Daisy. You can trust me.” Ransom answers as he moves his hands out of the water and across your back. A little smile and moan breaks through as you feel his touch.

“I would do this every morning with Bucky to show him the cold can’t hurt him anymore and that it can be healing. Healing from pain, from stress, it can wake you up to the world around you. It’s something beautiful, cold, and pure. To show him that Ice also melts.” You reach behind you and pull the drain and then turn on the faucet to warm water. “When heat is applied ice melts. When warmth is added, hard, cold, ice, melts away and leaves room for growth.” You rub his chest, “for heat,” you lean forward and kiss his jawline, “for love.” You kiss him and he leans into it. “I would do this every morning to show him that the ice, the cold is a part of him and that he shouldn’t be scared anymore, that after the ice I would always be there for him. That after the ice I would be his warmth.” You gently take Ransom’s jaw in your hand. “That is the man you called a machine, Ransom. The man that so desperately clings to life and love because he has been controlled and frozen in time, in place, and in life. He never chose to be a “Machine” but he chose to let go of the past that hurt him while still finding something good from that time.” Ransom feels like an asshole, which is rare. Hardly anyone could make him feel that way or even care. But knowing just a little bit more about Bucky, knowing how content and happy Bucky is even after everything he has gone through, Random wants that.

“I’m- I’m sorry, Daisy.” He continues to draw circles on your hips with his fingers. He can’t bring himself to meet your gaze. Not while he is apologizing and you don’t push him to, which he is thankful for. It’s a big step, and you’ll let him take that as slowly as he needs. You hug him tightly and rub his back.

“Thank you, Ransom.” You pull back and kiss his cheek, that’s gets him to look at you. “We love you, I hope you know that.” He laughs and then scoffs.

“Okay, well you know what I love? Your pretty lips on my dick, which is frozen by the way. So you think we could get to the good stuff.” He teasingly thrusts up against you. You shake your head and sigh before you smile.

“I guess I should have expected that. Not ready to talk about ‘feelings’? Fine. But I’ll give you something better than my lips, huh?” You smile and stand up on your knees. Adjusting the temperature of the water and making it a little warmer. You turn around to see Ransom has taken off his pants and boxers and has thrown them on the tile floor, soaking wet. “Ransom?!? You will be cleaning that up. Understand?!”

“You got it, Daisy Mae!” He places his hands behind his head and he spreads his legs a little and watches you settle back over him.

“Oh I almost forgot!” You grab the bag of petals and bottle of bath oil.

“What? Oh my god- are you serious?!!” He throws his head back as you sprinkle the petals all in the water and pour some lavender oil in the water and on his chest.

“Yup! You wanted to ruin my flowers so I made sure they didn’t go to waste.” You smile and settle on his lap. You pat his chest. “Go on, get your fill.” Ransom smirks and reaches below the water, adjusting himself so he can slam up into you. Right before he does Steve and Bucky come walking back into the bedroom and then the bathroom. You smile over Ransom’s shoulder and they wave back.

“Should we come back in like what? 5 minutes?” Steve asks, teasing. Random is about to use his quick whit but you quiet him with your chest before he can. You pull his head forward and urge him to kiss your breast as you handle your husbands.

“Very funny, Bucky please go and get breakfast plates for us 4.” You turn to Steve, “you go get the mop so you can help Ransom clean up the water after we are done.” Steve winks and nods. Bucky comes over and kisses you sweetly, Ransom purposely thrust up into you and you moan against Bucky’s lips. Bucky laughs and reaches down to give your breast a squeeze.

“Yeah yeah, he feels good. We know.” Bucky teases as he leaves. Random looks up at you and smirks

“Do you talk about me to your Husbands?”

“Nope, it’s just you aren’t quiet at all.” Ransom gives you a look and you laugh. “Okay neither am I- just fuck me already.”

“Gladly.” Ransom smirks and then makes it his mission that even the dude chained in the basement who gives him the creeps can hear you scream as you cum. He is more than successful at that feat.

“RANSOM!!!!” You scream as you pass out on his shoulder. He cums deep inside you as you just moan and try to come back to earth. Ransom tries to move you off him so he can get up and get you out, not wanting to be accused of breaking the rules, but your dead weight and the angle in the tub makes that impossible.

“Daisy? Daisy Mae can you stand?” He asks.

“Mmhmm not yet. My legs are jello.” You smile and pat his face. “You did good, Ran.” You kiss him and then lay your head back down. About 45 minutes later Ransom finally gives in and does what he vowed he’d never do. He calls Bucky for help.

“Why just me and not Steve too?” Bucky asks as he easily lifts you off Ransom. You whine and cling to Bucky. Ransom gets out and grabs a towel.

“Well, she told me- the ice bath-“ Ransom sighs. “I just understand you a little more. She told me about the ice baths and- I’m sorry.” He looks at his feet, not looking Bucky in the eyes. “Anyway, I kinda know what it’s like- I mean not to your extent. I know what it’s like to feel like no one cares about you.” Ransom fiddles with his towel as he wraps it tighter. Bucky nods and looks down at a sleeping you. He gently smiles.

“Trauma is trauma, Ransom. I was beaten, used as an assassin, and frozen for years. You were neglected and never felt seen or truly loved for who you were.” Bucky kisses your cheek as you nuzzle closer. “Both are valid traumas that deserve healing. I’m glad Daisy didn’t give up on me and you should be glad she won’t give up on you.” Bucky gives him a nod and then walks into the bedroom with you curled up in his arms. Ransom dries off and ties the towel low around his waist, he gathers up his clothes before he walks out into the bedroom. He sees Bucky brushing your hair out of your face and whispering sweet nothings to you. Your breakfast is ready and waiting when you finally come back to earth. Bucky looks up and sees Ransom watching them. “Do you want to take care of her? She’s out of the bath, you can.” Ransom shakes his head.

“No I’m- not really an ‘aftercare’ type of guy anyway, bath or not.” Ransom looks at his feet as he answers and Bucky is taken aback. For the first time Ransom actually looks sad or maybe unsure. Bucky nods.

“You’ll never know till you try.” Bucky offers but Ransom just shakes his head. “Well if you see Steve out there go ahead and send him in with the mop.” Bucky says and Ransom nods. “Oh and Ransom?” Ransom turns around and looks at Bucky. “The next time you sleep with my wife, you will take care of her after. It’s what she deserves.” Ransom nods and goes to leave. He looks back at you and without even thinking he walks over and gives you a sweet kiss on your lips before he leaves the bedroom, having the decency for once to close the door. Bucky kisses you sweetly as the door opens, Steve walking in with the mop and a bucket. He walks over and kisses you.

“Hey Daze, did you have a good morning?” Steve asks as he lays a kiss to your forehead.

“A great morning!” You say as you open your eyes to look at him. “Did Ransom leave?” You ask, looking around, sad that he just left after the time you had.

“Yeah Daisy girl, he did” Steve pushes your hair away from your shoulders.

“He umm- he was running late-“ Bucky tries to find an excuse, he can’t. And he knows that you can see through it. “He’s just not ready for this part. Not yet, Daze.” You look down and fiddle with the blanket. You had thought he’d at least hold you for a few moments, especially after the time you had together.

“It’s okay, he’s still learning.” You snuggle close to Bucky as Steve cleans up the bathroom for you. Soaking up the water with a mop and emptying the tub. “Thank you Stevie, now come snuggle. I’m coming down real hard and need lots of love.” Steve smiles and abandons his job to snuggle with you and Bucky.

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Ransom looks around his room and he feels so alone, he shouldn’t have left you. “Damn it!” He screams and tosses a pillow off the bed. “You always fucking do this, Ransom.” He lays back against his bed “You have something good and you just push it away.” He thinks about you lying in Bucky’s arms, happy and content. He could never give you that and he needs to stop thinking he ever can.

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“I need to go see him.” You say as you sit up. You jump up and grab Bucky’s shirt to throw it on.

“Who?” Steve asks as he sits up, looking at Bucky. You 3 had just gotten comfortable and now you’re leaving.

“Ransom.” Bucky says as he sits up and squeezes Steve’s shoulder. Steve nods understanding and then looks to you.

“Go ahead,” Steve smiles and gives you a nod.

“He needs to learn that he can’t just run away. Because we will chase him down.” Steve says and you three laugh.

“Exactly!” You giggle and blow them a kiss as you head towards Ransom’s room. You don’t knock, you just walk right in. Ransom sits up, startled by the door.

“Daisy Mae-“ Ransom starts but you cut him off.

“Nope, we had sex and I require lots of snuggles and kisses after the fact. Bucky and Steve have been filling in for you but that stops today. If you want sex with me then you have to take care of me after. Deal?!” You look at him and you can see the smallest smile break across his face. He lifts his blanket and you walk over and crawl under the covers with him. He pulls you close and you snuggle to his chest. “Thank you, Ran.” He kisses your head and smiles

“You’re welcome, Daisy Mae.” He rubs your back and holds you tight as you fall asleep. About an hour later you wake up to Ransom kissing your forehead. He doesn’t know you’re awake and that’s the only reason he is showing such a sweet gesture. You shift a little to let him know you’re ‘waking up’ and to see if he stops. He presses one more kiss to your forehead and then moves off the bed to get dressed. “Hey Daisy Mae, we gotten get going. It’s almost lunch.”

“Mmhm okay.” You sit up to stretch and as you look around you see Bucky’s shirt laying on the end of the bed for you but Ransom has already left. You huff and pout. “One step forward, three steps back.” You slip on the shirt and just to poke at Ransom you take a clean pair of his boxers and slip them on. Needless to say Jake and even Ari had some whistles for you when you come out sporting the clothes of two different men. You just smile and walk straight over to Steve, sitting in his lap and letting him feed you some fruit from his lunch plate, you couldn’t be happier.

Later that day you pass by Ari in the hall. At this point you’ve gotten dressed but the leggings you are wearing are pretty tight. Ari looks up and down the hall before slipping a hand around your waist and kissing your cheek. “You get sexier by the day Daze.” You giggle and he kisses your jawline. “We haven’t had some fun in almost 2 months, what say we have some fun tonight.” He spins you around and pins your back against the wall and his body.

“I’d say, I already promised Jefferson and it’s been almost that long for him too.” You kiss Ari and he smiles against your lips. “So, rain check?” Ari nods and squeezes your ass.

“Rain check.” And with that he is walking out the door to meet Andy. You turn to see Natasha Romanoff sitting in your living room.

“Well hey stranger!” You laugh and cross over to her.

“Hey. You know if I didn’t know any better with all the men you are juggling I’d think you were a slut.” She smirks and you laugh.

“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t know any better.” You tease back, and now she laughs. You give her a big hug and she returns the gesture. “What brings you here? Other than to stop by every six months to make sure I know what a slut I am.” Nat laughs again.

“I am here to get Steve and Bucky, Tony’s got something for them in a few days and I need to brief them.” She explains and you nod.

“A dangerous something?” You ask.

“Isn’t it always.” Nat says, with a hint of sadness.

“They are down in the basement with Cap, I’m headed that way now.” You walk with her to the basement door.

“Overdue for a date with your kitten?” Nat teases and you nod.

“Very!” Walking downstairs you hear the screams coming from Cap.

“Well he’s not happy.” Nat says.

“No, he’s not.” You say. “Well I’m going this way. They don’t like it when he sees me so,” Nat nods and waves goodbye as she goes towards the screaming. You hear him scream,

“Why the hell is she here?!?” Your stomach turns, knowing what the 3 of them did to get Cap free from Hydra. What they told him before he ended up here. Your heart aches to help him, but you know with helping him you’d also probably fall for him. Your heart lives in your vagina and you’d find it pretty easy to fall for a man who looks and sounds just like your husband. Maybe Nat is right, maybe you are a slut.

Oh well! You think and smile to yourself. It’s all in good fun and you know she, nor anyone else would ever think of you that way, at least not really. You laugh as you knock on Jefferson’s door. He opens and you slink against the doorframe. “Hi Kitten.” You bite your lip and cross the threshold. Jefferson smirks and his eyes turn dark. He pulls you close and kisses you roughly.

“You ready to play, Bunny?” He asks as he whispers against your lips. You nod and that’s all the consent he needs. He lifts you into his arms and kicks the door shut before he carries you to the bed to have his way with you.

Jefferson tosses you down on the bed and you bounce with a laugh. You then pop up and scramble to the other side, out of his reach. He smirks “My little Bunny, always one for games.” He leaps across the bed and you let out a scream as you dash away from him. He laughs and smiles as he chases you around the bed. Jefferson grabs your waist and pulls you back against his body as he snakes his hands down your front, groping your breast and kissing your neck. “But you’re always too slow.” You hum and smile at the feeling of his lips on your body.

“Mmhm maybe I like being chases and caught.” You tease as you grind your ass against him, you can feel him grow harder. He moans against your skin and leave a love bite on your shoulder.

“Oh I know you do,” he slips his hand down you front of your underwear and he feels the slick that’s coated your folds. He gives a dark chuckle and pulls his fingers free, licking them clean and humming. “Mmhmm you definitely like it.” You nod and giggle. Jefferson turns you around in his arms and seals your lips in a kiss. Pushing you back on the bed and boxing you in, he takes you apart slowly. Kissing every inch of your body while he strips you down. He pulls out his scissors and you gasp a little as the cool metal touches your skin, he cuts away clothes and leaves the shreds on the floor. “Whose boxers are you wearing, Bunny?” He asks with a little bit of jealousy in his eyes. You bite your lip and he trails his scissors down the bare skin of your stomach, stopping at the edge of the elastic of the boxers.

“Ransom’s” you say breathlessly. Jefferson huffs and then you hear a ‘snip’. He cuts away the crotch of the boxers, exposing your dripping center to the cool air.

“Oops,” he says, completely unbothered. You meet his gaze and he smirks. “I don’t know if you chose them for comfort or if he chose them for you,” he trails his fingers along your wet folds as he inches close and closer to your lips. “But he should know that a pussy this sweet should never be covered.” He kisses your lips. “Ever.” You whimper as he rubs your clit and brings you close to the edge. “Even the wolves keep you in tiny underwear, easily pushed to the side for ripped. This just won’t do.” He says as he rips away the rest of the fabric. “My pretty little bunny, so needy.” He pulls back and watches your face as he slows down his fingers and tease you even more. “Tell me where you want me, Bunny. Tell me how bad you want me.”

“Please Kitten, I want you inside me.” You beg and Jefferson smirks as he looks your now naked body up and down.

“Done.” Jefferson says, the darkness in his eyes says it all and before you know it you are devoured and floating away in pure bliss.

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When you wake up an hour later, your neck hurts and you can feel the sting of the bite marks he left. Your ass is red and sore from the spankings you earned and from his teasing of your ass, your throat hurts a little from when he fucked your face, and your hair hurts from where he pulled so hard. You feel his cum leaking out of you and you melt at the kitten kisses he is leaving on your back right then. “Mmhmm wow.” Is all you say and Jefferson laughs and kisses your neck.

“Haven’t gone that hard in a long time.” Jefferson teases as he kisses up and down your spine. “Not since Summer at least. When we chased you around the orchard in the back. It’s when your wolves and I discovered that playing tag is so much more fun with vibrators.” You give a sleepy giggle. That night had been lots of fun, a full moon that peaked through the storm clouds rolling in, the smell of rain growing stronger as the night went on, and you in nothing but a black slip dress. The three of them chased you through the woods while you hid and waited to get the jump on them. The gold in Bucky’s arm gleamed when the moon peaked out from the clouds, it made him an easy target for you. But in finding him, Steve and Jefferson knew right where you were. They use the toys to ‘tag’ you and bring you over the edge. That night was filled with endless highs and many texts from the others to keep it down. Ransom didn’t mind though, you caught him a couple times peaking out of the living room windows. You blushed and thanked god that Ransom was far enough away to not see it. “At the first hint of spring I’ll meet you outside.” He kisses your lips. You smile and pull him closer as you roll over.

“It’s a date.” Jefferson nibbles on your lip before stealing one more kiss. You snuggles close as he rubs your back and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

Before you leave you pull Jefferson close. “You are amazing, you know that?” He gently smiles. “And the court will give you back your visitation and then your custody. You have Andy on your side, so there is no need to worry.”

“I just wanted her back.” Jefferson says softy, look at the floor. You tilt his head up and give him a kiss and then a hug.

“They will see all the work you’ve done and see that it was a mistake in the first place.” You rub his back before you pull away. “And she will have her own room here soon. We will make sure it’s safe and close to yours. You deserve to have your Grace back as much as she deserves her papa.” Jefferson wipes away and tear and nods. He hugs you one last time before you slip out and head upstairs.

Later that night you find yourself with just your Husbands while Dinner is being made. You wince as you sit in Steve’s lap, Bucky quickly grabs out the heated pillow and pops it in the mirror wave to warm it up. When it done he gives it to you for your ass, you kindly thank him with a sweet kiss. Both men know how hard Jefferson can go so they know how sore and red your ass probably is right now, they also know the best thing to do is to get ahead of the pain. Bucky lets you taste a bite of dinner and with your approval he knows it’s good. Before long your quality time with your two soldiers is over, Ransom walks in and sits at the table; on time for a meal for the first time in his life. He gives a polite nod to Bucky and then just looks at Steve. You smile and reach out to squeeze his hand and Ransom smiles at the gesture and then rubs his thumb over the back of yours. “Daisy Mae, how did you turn out so sweet?” Ransom asks, knowing only Bucky and Steve were in the room. You blush a little. This is the first time he’s ever said that sweet nickname and there wasn’t some kind of snark with it. He genuinely turned it into a name of endearment. Steve and Bucky share a look, catching the change as well. Steve hums and kisses your neck as Bucky smiles at the three of them. While still holding Ransom’s hand you explain.

“This world is so cruel and mean, Ransom. I figured it couldn’t hurt to combat that with a little sweetness.” You pull his hand up and give it a gentle kiss before you stand up and give him a kiss on the lips. “Now, go down to Jefferson’s room and grab your shredded boxers. He left them there for you to clean up, seeing as they are yours.” You give him a cheesy grin and Ransom sighs and rolls his eyes, grumbling as he walks away. Steve watches and teases a little.

“Aww there’s the Ransom we know!” Bucky laughs at Steve joke and Steve smiles proudly. Dinner is wonderful and everyone is in good spirits. Bucky and Steve finish up and leave Jake and Ransom to do the dishes while they head downstairs to feed Cap. The rest of the night is spent with Steve massaging out your sore muscles and then you hold Bucky and Steve all night. You have to wipe a tear when you realized how blessed and loved you are.

The next morning your coffee warms your soul as you sit at the table waiting on your pancakes. Steve flips through the paper like the old man he is and Bucky has some fun 40’s music playing softly in the background. That peace is slightly disturbed by Jake and Precious leaving their room in a slight frenzy.

“Big day!” He is dressed in his Petunias shirt and he has his gym bag ready to go. Precious is grabbing snacks and water for the both of them. “You guys really need to come to the next one! Not a lot left in the season before Christmas break- even Andy and Peach are coming to the game today.” You smile and nod.

“I know, I was really hoping Jefferson would be able to join us when we go but his visitation hearing isn’t until next week. So I’m not going till I can go with him. Steve and Bucky are free to go though!” You look at them and they share a look.

“Hey don’t be like that. Even Ransom is gonna go to the next game. Although I think that’s just because he wants to get out of the house.” Jake says and then squeezes Bucky’s shoulders and gives them a shake. “It’ll be fun!” He looks at you. “I understand, Daisy. Should I tell Grace that he says hi?”

“Yes, please.” Jake turns and sees Jefferson. “Tell her I hope to be at her next game.” He smiles and Jake nods happily.

“I will.” Jake turns and takes Precious’ hand. “Alright, we will see you later!”

“Go Petunias!” Shouts a mixture of voices of different excitement and levels of enthusiasm. You laugh and wave as they disappear out the door. Bucky sits and pulls you into his lap as Steve sits beside you two. He places your plate in front of you and hand some to Steve. Jefferson sits down across from you three and Ari comes shuffling in to grab his morning coffee. You all start talking and sharing about the days ahead when Ransom quietly joins. He leans against the doorway as he watches you all interact. You cuddle with Bucky as Steve eats and feeds you between bites, enjoying watching you and Bucky. Ari laughs at Bucky’s invitation to train and says he ‘likes being able to walk’ Bucky tends to go too hard when training and working out. Jefferson says he has some new suit designs for Steve and Bucky and he hopes to have them done soon. This little family unit that was weirdly formed yet works so well. You see Ransom behind Ari and you lean forward and hold out your hand. All the men turn around to look, they share glances and you can tell their energy changes a little.

“Come sit, there is plenty of room.” You invite him over and he cautiously joins you. He looks around at you all just staring at him and then rolls his eyes.

“I know I’m pretty to look at but I’m not into dudes.” He grumbles as he settles in his chair. The men all sigh and just laugh, because what else would they do. You smirk settle further into Bucky’s arms as you joke.

“Well good thing I am” you bite your lip and look at all your boys, some shared, others not, but all there with just you for a moment. And for a moment it’s perfect. “My men, together. I couldn’t be happier. We are only missing Frankie.” You beam at them all. Jefferson and Ari even make a point to squeeze Ransom’s shoulder and pat his back, as an almost ‘welcome’. Ransom panics and like all trauma responses, his just happens.

“And that’s a good thing cause I’d really like to get into you later.” Ransom snarks. He stands and leaves the room as he waves over his shoulder. “See ya later, Daisy Mae.” You sigh and lean your head against Bucky’s shoulder. He kisses your temple and Steve rubs your back. Ari takes Ransom’s seat and squeezes your knee as Jefferson reaches across the table to hold your hand.

“One step forward, three steps back.” You sadly admit. The boys continue to comfort you. Even though Ransom put up that wall and strutted away to hide his worry and happiness in being accepted by the guys, he still chose to say your name in the new, sweet way and that gives you a little hope.

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