mickimoo1409

[mickimoo1409]

The Marriage Game

Part 7 - Table Roulette 2

Pairing - Lloyd Hansen x Reader (Limited use of Y/N) 

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

Word Count - 1703

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

Series Masterlist Here - More coming soon!

Arabella made her way quickly towards me as the crowd made their way to the bar.

"Are you okay?" She asked softly, placing a reassuring hand on my forearm.

"Yeah...it's a long story. I'll fill you in when I can, I promise." I sighed, trying to swallow down the acid burn forming in my throat.

"Here, thought you may need this." Came Lloyds voice as he approached from behind Arabella and extended a glass of champagne towards me.

A knot formed in my stomach as I laid eyes on him, a new nervousness that hadn't been there in his presence before, brought on by the sweet gesture.

"Thank you." I breathed, our fingers touching ever so slightly as I took the glass from him.

I was aware of a pair of eyes watching the exchange with a confused expression as I swallowed a mouthful of the champagne.

"Oh ummm...Bella, this is Lloyd, Lloyd, Bella." I stuttered.

"Nice to meet you." Lloyd said smoothly, extending his hand for her to shake.

I kept my gaze on him through my eyelashes as I downed the rest of my champagne.

"Pleasure." Arabella said softly as she took his hand in hers and gave him a firm shake.

An awkward silence settled between the three of us as Lloyd and I stared at one another, each of us seeming like we had so much to say, yet neither of us willing to be the first to break.

"So...", Arabella said, attempting to break the awkwardness, "Lloyd, tell me, met anyone you're interested in?"

I really needed to fill her in, it was clear she had absolutely no clue of the can of worms she'd just unleashed.

Lloyd opened his mouth to speak but I quickly interrupted.

"Lloyd doesn't do relationships Bells, he's just here to appease his father, right Lloyd?" I quipped.

Lloyd's jaw ticked almost angrily, although I'm not sure why.

"Yep, sure Princess." He replied tensely, removing his gaze at last to look at the floor.

Before we could speak any further the announcement came through that our new seating arrangements were ready for the 3rd course and so I quickly pulled myself away from Lloyd and hooked my arm through Arabella's, pulling her towards the seating guide quickly.

3rd Course, Duck breast with radicchio, orange and radishes, Table 1. 

I took my place at the table and was introduced to a man named Terrance to my left with a firm handshake. The man to my right slumped forwards, clearly making no attempt at conversation with anyone at the table. Honestly, in that moment I wanted to do the same, after the interaction with Hero I was left feeling frustrated and I just wanted to go to bed, but it wasn't an option for me. 

The rest of the table began to gather and I was immediately drawn to Lloyd's steely gaze from the opposite side of the table.  My core warmed under his intense gaze. I wanted to kick myself for feeling this way. Of all the people at this stupid event to have these feelings towards, why did it have to be one who made it clear he wasn't interested in marriage. 

Over the duration of the course, I made uncomfortable small talk with Terrance. Thankfully he was happy to take up most of the conversation, bragging about his family and accomplishments whilst I nodded in all the correct places. My eyes would wander to Lloyd, as much as I tried not too, and I was always met with the same intense stare. He made no attempt at conversation with anyone at the table including myself, yet kept a watchful eye over me. 

By the time the course ended I was about ready to internally combust from the warmth that continually bloomed in his presence. I made a quick getaway, grabbing a glass of champagne before heading for the back wall where I perched myself. I stood silently observing the rest of the attendees as they slowly chattered and gathered near the bar, needing to take a minute to compose myself.

It was all becoming too much, the pressure. Approximately 36 hours left until I was doomed for life. Hero was right, I wasn't going to find anyone, not one I'd be happy with anyway. Not that I could ever be happy with a forced marriage to someone I barely knew. 

The announcement came through that the final table assignments were ready. At least this would be over soon and I could spend the night sulking in my room.

I approached the board, noting I was at Table 3 and made my way over, finding my place quickly and dropping into my chair, tucking myself in at the table.

I felt the presence of someone sit down at the chair to my left, but before I had a chance to pull myself together and turn to greet them, a warm hand slipped over my knee and up to my thigh reassuringly. 

It was almost like my body was attuned to the touch as I made no attempt to remove it before looking up and seeing Lloyd settled in the seat next to me, smiling at me softly. 

I exhaled a deep shaky breath, my anxiety seeming to calm in his presence. 

"You doing okay Princess?" Lloyd asked lowly, but with a tone of genuine care. 

"Yeah." I breathed, "Just want this to be over." 

He opened his mouth to respond but before any sound came out a voice came from my right. 

"Hello again neighbour." Nick said cheerily. 

I immediately looked and met Nick's gaze and couldn't help but smile back at him, he made me feel comfortable in a strange way. 

"Hey Nick." I smiled. 

I felt the hand on my thigh clutch slightly tighter, almost protectively. 

"God I'm glad I'm next to you again," Nick said gleefully, "I was about to lose my god damn mind if I had to small talk with someone new again." 

I chuckled softly, pulling my lower lip between my teeth as I took him in. Maybe there was hope, just maybe. He seemed nice enough, he was fucking attractive that's for sure, but I had no idea if he was interested in being here to meet someone. Maybe it was time to find out. 

Lloyd cleared his throat loudly, causing Nick to finally remove his gaze from mine and look towards the other man.

"Hi, Nick Fowler." Nick said pleasantly, reaching his hand across the table to shake Lloyd's hand with a charming smile. 

Lloyd scoffed and looked away. Nick slowly removed his hand and laughed, shaking his head in amusement at the display of toxic masculinity across from him. 

Lloyd gripped my thigh once more possessively and I'd be lying if I said it didn't send a flutter straight to my core. 

The awkward introduction was interrupted as our final course was laid out in front of us, a trio of miniature deserts, a small pot of crème brulee, raspberry parfait and apple tart. 

We began eating and despite the soft thumb rubbing circles over my skin under the table, I knew I had to focus on Nick, he seemed to be my only hope.

"So uhh Nick," I began nervously, "you never told me, are you here looking for someone or because you have to be." 

He seemed a little nervous as he pondered his answer, clearly shocked at my forwardness. 

"Well, like most of us I was told I have to be here," He began, offering me a reassuring smile, "but I'm not opposed to marriage, if I find someone I connect with while I'm here." 

"And have you?" I queried, keeping his attention on me. "Found someone you connect with, I mean."

"I have." He chuckled, swiping his tongue over his lower lip. 

Okay this was good, a chance, maybe, if of course he meant me. 

"Can I ask who?" I asked with an eyebrow raised and a small smirk.

"She's out of my league, so it's not gonna happen." He said, rubbing his hand over his jaw. 

"I doubt that." I flirted, "Tell me more."

"Well, she's gorgeous obviously," He laughed, "but she's a princess so her standards are probably high."

Shit, there it was. Okay, I could work with this, just ignore the heat blooming in-between your legs from the possessive twitch on your leg from the man to your left.

"Maybe, she thinks you meet her standards." I flirted back, causing a blush to grace his cheeks.

"Well I guess I'll put in a one to one request for her tomorrow and see if she approves." He teased with a smirk. 

"She will." I smiled.

"Okay, good." He exhaled with a smile.

Lloyds warmth suddenly left my leg, causing me to turn towards him, noticing an angry tick in his jaw as he continued picking at his food. 

My body was instantly cold, like it couldn't survive without his touch. I craved for him to reach back out, for his touch to steady me once more. 

"You okay?" Nick asked softly, forcing my attention back to him as he clearly noticed the change in my body language. 

"Uhh, yeah, fine." I stuttered quickly turning back to my plate.

God what was wrong with me. Fuck Lloyd, fuck my body. Nick was right there, he was a willing candidate and the only one that remotely interested me. So why did I feel almost pained at the thought of not having Lloyd. 

I couldn't afford to dwell on it, I had to focus.

I turned my attention back to Nick and quickly resumed the conversation, slipping into a comfortable rhythm of jokes and story telling as we finished our course. 

When the evening finally came to an end, I excused myself without looking back, needing the comfort of my room, some space and distance to allow my feelings to rush through me. 

This weekend was becoming so much more intense and complicated than I ever imagined. But the cold fact remained, I had one more day, one day to figure my shit out or be tied to Hero forever. I would not let that happen, I couldn't. 

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His Possession 

Chapter 17 - Healing

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Our Character (Lucy)

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

****CHARACTER NOTES****

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

Word Count - 3074

Full Series Masterlist Here

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

🖤

After managing to get up to my room the night before, with dads help, on Monday I spent the day in bed. Dad insisted I take some time off work while I healed, much to my disapproval. As much as being able to sleep all day appealed to me, I hated being forced to stay home, it made me feel like a prisoner. Fran was amazing, she was on hand throughout the day, bringing me food and drinks, popping in every so often for a natter to keep me entertained. By the time the afternoon came, I had managed to sit up in the bed, without too much discomfort. Dad finished work earlier than usual and spent the afternoon with me in my room.

We still had the big launch party coming up on Friday and I was desperate to do something, so he allowed me to sit and go through some of the arrangements with him. I'm not sure if other publishers had as much input in this sort of thing, but Dad liked to do things this way, he would always say he wanted it to feel more personal and everyone loved him for that. He told me all about the Author and her book, he seemed really excited at the potential it had and spent along time telling me about the story and how it had been inspired by the authors own life, making it even more incredible. I was excited to finally be able to meet her, maybe she could give me some advice, inspire me even to finally figure out what I wanted to do.

That evening, Fran brought dinner upstairs for Dad and I to sit in my bed eating together, which was a new experience for both of us. I spent the remainder of the evening watching movies on my laptop, gorging my way through a huge box of chocolates at a disgusting pace and leaving myself feeling incredibly sick. As I was tucked up under the duvet, fully engrossed in one of the movies, I was interrupted by a notification on my phone. I hadn't heard from Ransom since he left the night before, so I was excited at the prospect of speaking to him finally. The excitement was quickly replaced by fear as I opened the message to see the name 'Frank'.

'8.37PM- I'm so sorry about everything Lucy. I can't stop thinking about you. Please can we talk? Xx'

A part of me was desperate to say yes, wanting nothing more than to have my friend back, but I knew that there was no coming back from what happened. Truth be told, the more I thought back on the events from his flat, the more I felt afraid of him. It was incredibly disappointing to find that it wasn't a message from Ransom too. Perhaps I should have bitten the bullet and messaged him, but I'd put him through so much already, it felt wrong to beg him for more attention. It's not like we were a couple, then again, I didn't even know what we were.

On Tuesday I was feeling stronger and disobedient, completely ignoring the doctors orders and spending most of the day walking around the house. I pottered around at a steady pace, doing odd jobs here and there, such as cleaning and organising. I spent a lot of the day thinking about the girl who helped me at Frank's, Amy I think her name was. I wished I could thank her, but finding her seemed like trying to find a needle in a haystack. I scoured social media, inputting the name 'Amy' and browsing through the results based in our area, unfortunately my efforts were fruitless. As per the doctors request, I inspected my wound and changed my dressing. The stomach injury was healing nicely with no signs of infections and the markings on my wrist had gone down drastically, only a slight pink tinge still present. There was still no sign of contact from Ransom, which got to me a little more than I expected, besides the usual pangs of horniness which brought him to the forefront of my mind, I was actually missing just being near him.

At lunch time I sat in dads arm chair in the kitchen. Fran made us both some tuna sandwiches, passing mine to me before sitting herself down at the breakfast bar.

"Have you heard from Frank since Sunday?" She asked, almost scared to know the answer, as she bit into her sandwich.

"Yep." I replied sadly, "I ignored him. I don't have anything I want to say right now." She looked at me a little relieved.

"You still think it's your fault don't you? Your Dad told me." She asked cautiously. I gazed up at her caring face, seeing nothing but love in her eyes as she looked back at me, knowing she deserved as much explanation as anyone else.

"Well, yeah I guess." I answered, slowly chewing on a tiny bite of sandwich, "He had every right to be angry with me. But that doesn't mean what he did is okay, I know that, no one needs to worry about me running back to him."

"We're all just worried about you sweetie, the last few weeks have been difficult for you and none of us want to see you get hurt." She confessed, keeping her gaze on mine, almost as though she was trying to cement her words into my brain.

"Yeah, I know." I shrugged quietly, continuing with my lunch.

"And what's happening with the other guy?" Fran asked raising her eyebrows at me suggestively.

"Well, I took on board what you said and I'm giving him a chance." I smiled, looking down at my plate as my cheeks flushed.

"Good. You deserve to be happy." Fran said, offering me a reassuring smile before we both tucked into the remainder of our lunch. Thinking about being with Ransom made me happy. Happier than I'd allowed myself to acknowledge until now. I was desperate to see him again, trying with all my might not to dwell on the fact that he hadn't contacted me and overthink it. That evening, Dad and Fran went to retrieve my car from the car park near Frank's flat. Fran drove Dad down in her car and then went home from there as he drove my car back here, which I was incredibly grateful for.

As Wednesday approached, there was still no word from Ransom. At this point my body was practically aching for him, perhaps it was time to bite the bullet and message him. I decided to send something simple, but that expressed exactly how I was feeling.

'I need you, call me if you are free x'

It was true, I needed him, I needed someone to talk too and more selfishly, I was craving him. I got dressed today, instead of walking around in pyjamas, but still dressing comfortably, so I didn't irritate my stomach. I selected a pair of loose fitting black leggings and a baggy yellow t-shirt, finishing it off with a cosy cream knitted jumper as the day was feeling particularly cold.

The day seemed to slip away as I spent time walking around the grounds, enjoying the peaceful winds and the sun, whilst I battled with my inner demons as I over ran every small encounter with Ransom and Frank in my mind. The doctor stopped by at around 5pm, to assess and re-dress my wound. She was happy with the improvement, the swelling on my stomach had gone down as expected. I was however, left with a greeny-yellow, mouldy looking bruise around the gash, which wasn't the prettiest thing to look at. The gash itself was healing well and had begun scabbing, so all in all it was fairly positive and she informed me that I shouldn't need to see her again. I walked the doctor to the front door to thank her and wish her farewell and as I stepped out onto the porch, the sound of birds chirping away happily could be heard all around. I decided to sit outside on the bench, basking in the tranquillity that was the countryside. The memory of Ransom approaching me the first night back, quickly slipped into my mind as I stared at the empty seat next to me and I chuckled to myself at how far we'd come since that day.

All of a sudden, a car came hurtling up the stone driveway. Ransom's car came speeding into view before braking hard to a stop in front of the porch. My heart began to beat heavily in my chest. I bent down to look at him through the window, where he sat expressionless, staring straight out of the windscreen. He wasn't gesturing, he wasn't smiling. A sense of uneasiness fell upon me as I walked down the steps of the porch and instinctively opened the passenger side door and lowered myself into the car, putting on my seat belt before Ransom sped off again.

He didn't say a single word as we drove, he didn't even glance at me once. He just stared straight ahead at the road, his lips pursed slightly and his hands clenched tightly around the wheel. I attempted to speak, but each time my throat closed, unable to choke out any words. We must have been driving for around twenty minutes, when he came to a stop at the top of a hill and pulled down into a small country lane, lined with towering trees. As we approached the end of the narrow road, we pulled into a clearing. A large field that spanned in each direction was surrounded on three sides by a forest of trees and bushes. At the edge of the clearing was a huge drop, down to the hills below. The whole town and surrounding fields, woods and rivers could all be seen from here, stretching out into the distance with lights twinkling for miles. It was beautiful. Ransom turned his engine off, leaving his eyes plated firmly on the views ahead.

"Ransom what's going on?" I bravely said, finally managing to choke out a few words, breaking the silence. He looked over at me at last, staring into my eyes sternly.

"You said you needed me. I'm here." He said abruptly, before ripping his gaze away once more and looking back out at the views.

"Ransom!" I demanded harshly, drawing his gaze to me again, completely frustrated with how he was acting towards me.

"What is it that you need Lucy?" He replied abruptly again, forcing a angry curl onto my lips.

"I fucking missed you. Why are you acting like such a....." I couldn't even finish my sentence, I was barraged with feelings of anger and confusion. He just sat glaring back at me, waiting for me to finish what I needed to say. In that moment, I felt like I had two choices, either try to find the words to explain how I felt, though this seemed impossible, or show him exactly how I felt. I chewed my lips for a few seconds, mulling over my options, before quickly pulling myself over to Ransom, sliding into his lap. I immediately pulled his face down to meet mine and pressing my lips against his, seemingly expressing everything I needed to say. He resisted for a few seconds before pressing his lips back onto me firmly and wrapping his arms tightly around my back. I felt complete again finally, after three painfully long days without his comforting touch. Our lips parted, making way for our tongues as the kiss quickly became more passionate and desperate, our tongues savouring each others taste. I reached down towards his lap and began tugging on his jeans button, releasing it with ease and slipping my hand into his underwear, on to his semi-hard penis. Without breaking the kiss, I gently took his length in my hand, freeing it from his trousers and began pumping steadily, coaxing him to become harder with each thrust. He broke away from my mouth to let out a gasp, tipping his head back against the head rest and biting down on his lip. Taking the opportunity presented to me, I placed my mouth onto his neck, beginning to suck and bite at the skin, all the while pumping at an increasingly faster rhythm. Ransom let out a deep moan before running his hands along the rim of my t-shirt and tucking them under to caress my bare back, gripping lightly at my skin. As his moans increased, a hand slipped from my back, making its way around towards my pussy as it grazed past my dressing. He stopped suddenly.

"No, Lucy stop." He demanded, pulling my hand away from his dick. I pulled back, gazing into his eyes as mine frosted over.

"What, why?" I asked.

"I don't want to hurt you." He snapped. Pushing me slightly to guide me away until I slipped back into my seat, sinking down.

"Is that why you've been avoiding me?" I asked sternly. He groaned loudly in response and hit his head on the steering wheel. Silence filled the car as I sat patiently waiting for an answer, growing more irritated by the minute as he kept his forehead pressed on the wheel, not uttering a word.

"Why did you bring me here if you aren't going to speak to me?" I snapped. He didn't budge from his position, choosing to continue the arrogant silence.

"Fine, fuck this!" I snapped angrily and I quickly got out of the car, storming off in the direction of the cliff edge. I heard a car door slam behind me and the next thing I knew Ransom was in front of me, edging me backwards towards the car before my ass hit the bonnet. His face inches away from me, his eyes baring down on me.

"I can't be near you right now." He growled. "All I want to do, is rip your clothes off and fuck you, but I can't." He continued, tugging at my t-shirt, indicating he was talking about the wound.

"Ransom, you aren't going to hurt me." I said sincerely, seeing the fear in his eyes as I brought my hand to cup his cheek.

"I can't risk it." He confessed, nuzzling his face gently into the palm of my hand as his demeanour softened. Finally, I understood, he truly cared about me and I didn't want him to do anything he wasn't comfortable with. An idea suddenly slipped into my mind, a smirk creeping across my face as I looked up at him with a flirty look in my eye.

"What's that look for?" He asked, tilting his head in confusion at my sudden change in expression. I quickly switched our positions, slipping away from him and turning him around before pushing him back against the car, keeping the intense eye contact. I slowly lowered myself to a kneel, still gazing into his eyes as he looked back at me, his mind working out what I was about to do as a flirtatious smile slowly cast across his face. I fiddled with his jeans button and freed his cock from his pants once more, glancing at him devilishly before licking the entirety of his length from root to tip. I slowly began plunging my mouth around him, licking and sucking as I thrust my mouth back and forth. His legs buckled and he gripped onto my hair as he began to moan deeply.

"Fuck baby." He groaned as I positioned one hand on his butt, grabbing his ass cheek tightly as my other hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, pumping the length I wasn't able to fit into my mouth. His hand was swirling around in my hair, grabbing it tightly every few seconds as he moaned. I began moving my mouth deeper, hollowing out my cheeks so I could fit as much of his length inside me as possible as my tongue wound its way around his tip as I moved. He began moving his hips in time with my mouth, thrusting himself into me, hitting the back of my throat causing me to gag slightly.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum baby." he groaned loudly. Upon hearing this I quickened my pace, moving up and down along his dick faster and harder, licking and sucking as my hand gripped tightly, pumping up and down in time with my mouth. I kept my pace until he groaned loudly, buckling his legs and filling my mouth with his warm, salty seed. I swallowed deeply, taking as much of his orgasm in as I could, before pulling myself away from him to wipe my lips and standing back up to face him. He stared down at my lips, licking his before chuckling.

"You're welcome." I teased, jumping back into the warmth of the car. He stared at me through the windscreen, biting his lip and shaking his head before joining me.

"You're going to be the death of me." He smirked.

"Likewise." I returned, smirking back at him. He licked his lips, smiling, shaking his head once more before placing an arm around my shoulder and pulling my head to lean into him. We sat peacefully, watching the sunset over the town before the sun eventually disappeared beneath the valley.

"Come on, let's get you home baby." Ransom said softly as he removed his arm, turning on the engine and backing up out of the lane to speed home, his hand placed firmly on my thigh the entire journey back.

When we arrived back he turned to look at me, leaning his head against his head rest.

"I would kiss you," He whispered, "But your Dad is sat on the porch." I looked out of the window to see Dad sat on the bench, arms folded, staring directly at us. I chuckled lightly, looking back at Ransom with a smile.

"Are you coming to the book launch on Friday?" I asked.

"Oh, I'll be there." He said laughing. I'm not quite sure why he laughed, but I was just happy to know I would be seeing him again soon.

"Okay. Bye Dickhead." I smirked as I hopped out of the car.

 I saw his smile grow as he replied "Bye Lucy Loo." 

[mickimoo1409]

His Possession 

Chapter 16 - The Saviour

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Our Character (Lucy)

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

****CHARACTER NOTES****

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

Word Count - 2305

Full Series Masterlist Here

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

🖤

I couldn't move, pain was searing through my stomach as I sat on the cold, concrete floor, clutching my knees to my waist and crying inconsolably. My wrist was red and swollen, causing a quiet scream to escape my lips as I began clawing at the marking with my fingernails, digging them in as hard as possible allowing new markings to instantly form. Shock and anger were all I could feel, visions of Frank's face as he kicked me, still pushing to the front of my mind. As my frosted gaze was cast on the road once more, a young girl that looked no older nineteen, was staring at me worryingly as she crossed the street nearby and immediately approached me.

"Oh my god. Are you okay?" She said as she cast her gaze over my red, raw wrist. I tried to speak but my throat closed up instantly, choking on my tears. I shook my head to her and continued sobbing, bringing my hands to meet my face.

"Do you want me to call someone? Where is your phone?" The girl asked. I sobbed as I tried to remember where I had left it.

"It's....in...my....car." I finally forced out through the sniffs and sobs.

"Okay. It's going to be okay." She said calmly as she knelt down beside me, placing a hand gently on my knee. "Tell me what your car looks like and I'll go and get your phone, okay?" She reached around my abdomen, patting sensitively as she attempted to find my car keys. She brushed my stomach as she moved her hands, causing me to wince, sucking in air through my teeth at the sudden sting. She looked down at me with more concern than she did before and found the pocket in my dress, reaching in and tugging my keys free.

"What does your car look like hun?" She asked again, pulling herself to a stand.

"It's a green, Ford Focus. It's over there." I sobbed loudly, pointing in the direction of the car park and she immediately disappeared off, sprinting towards it. The mixture of pain and intense emotions I was feeling, were completely overwhelming me as I struggled to understand what was happening. I was only alone for a few minutes before the girl came racing back to me, my phone clutched tightly in her hand. She sat down on the floor next to me again, placing an arm around my shoulder in an attempt to calm me. How could a complete stranger be so kind?

"Okay hun, just take a minute to breath, okay?" She insisted as she rubbed my shoulder lightly and began to switch the phone screen on. I obliged, deeply taking in the cool air and exhaling loudly, trying as hard as possible to calm myself.

"Who do you need me to call? Do you think you need an ambulance?" She continued, gesturing to where I was clutching at my stomach, where a small patch of red was beginning to peek through the white material. I shook my head, just wanting to go home so this nightmare could finally be over.

"My dad. Please." I winced. She responded with a nod and quickly flicked through my phone frantically, pressing the call button as the phone was lifted to her ear, while I sat sobbing, still trying to catch my breath.

"No answer." She said shaking her head after a minute, "Is there anyone else?" I thought for a few seconds, knowing who the obvious answer was but I was hesitant, thinking about how furious he would be.

"Try Best Cousin Ever." I said swallowing my anxiety, knowing that there was no one else I wanted right now. She obliged finding the contact and ringing, sitting silently as she waited for an answer.

"Hi, sorry this isn't Lucy, my names Amy." She said suddenly. "No, don't panic. Lucy is with me, but she's upset and I think she's hurt her..." she paused briefly, nodding, "Yeah I can text you the address." She paused for a second again, "Don't worry. I'll wait with her until you get here." She hung up and began frantically typing the address into my phone, sending it to Ransom's number and then handed my belongings back to me, her arm still wrapped around my shoulder.

"He's coming to get you." She said breathing a sigh of relief. Rubbing my shoulder comfortingly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked as we began our wait.

"I...I don't think I can." I choked, not knowing how I could even begin to explain it.

"That's okay. You can talk to someone when you are ready." She responded sincerely.

"Can I just say though." She continued, "If any of this is because of a guy, he's a fucking asshole and you are better off without him." I knew she was just trying to make me feel better, but it had the complete opposite effect. A few more tears trickled down my face, if only she knew this was my fault. Frank wasn't to blame, I caused this, I deserved this. She clutched my shoulder more tightly as the sobs returned and didn't press any further as we waited. It wasn't long before Ransom's car flew around the corner, pulling up at the side of the building directly in front of us. He raced from the car and over to me, crouching down to look at me.

"What happened? Where are you hurt?" He said frantically, scanning my body with his eyes, before catching a glimpse of my bruising wrist and lifting it up to inspect it. His eyes suddenly became furious and full of bloodlust as he lifted his gaze to meet mine, clenching his jaw tightly.

"I think she's hurt her stomach as well." Amy interjected, oblivious to the look on his face, gesturing to the small red patch on my dress. "She keeps clutching it and wincing in pain."

"Thankyou for everything Amy." He said to her appreciatively as he gently scooped me in his arms and carried me to his car, placing me on the passenger seat carefully and pulling my seat belt over me. He shut the door firmly, before walking around the front of the car and getting into the drivers seat, slamming the door behind him. He immediately leant round, taking my face in his hands so he could look into my eyes.

"Did he hurt you Lucy?" Ransom asked, scanning my eyes for a reaction. I tried to hold my emotions in but my eyes started to swell quickly, as more tears started falling.

"I'm going to fucking kill him." He yelled, punching the steering wheel, causing me to jump.

"Which flat number is he? Tell me, Lucy!" He shouted as he clenched his fists tightly. I started sobbing harder.

"Please Ransom, I just want to go home. Please take me home." I cried. He glared over at me full of rage. It was obvious he didn't want to take me home, he wanted to go up and hurt Frank, but he could see that I needed help. He quickly threw on his seatbelt and sped to my house as fast as he could, both of us sitting in silence for the entirety of the drive as I tried to calm my breathing. The car jolted harshly as it swung around each corner on route, each time causing a sting to my aching stomach. As we arrived back at my house, the car screeched loudly onto the drive as Ransom slammed his foot on the brakes. He immediately raced around to my side of the car, opening the door and picking me up in his arms, carrying me towards the house.

"NIGEL!" He shouted loudly, as he kicked the front door open and carried me into the living room, placing me down onto the sofa, my head resting on the arm rest. Dad burst into the room seconds later.

"What's going on?" Dad exclaimed, as he saw me laying on the sofa with puffy eyes, clutching my stomach.

"Lucy? What's happened?" He asked more softly as he quickly ran over to me, kneeling by my head and placing his hand on my cheek. During the car ride I had successfully managed to stop any more tears from falling, my focus solely on the stinging pain. Ransom knelt on the floor by my stomach and without hesitating he slowly began bunching my dress up to inspect my stomach. Dad looked furious and was about to go ballistic at him as he watched him slowly uncover my body, but I reached my hand to his, nodding slowly so he knew it was okay. It was a god send I was wearing boxers that were thankfully also covering my hickey lined upper thighs and even luckier that dad wouldn't think to question why I was wearing them. At least I didn't have to suffer the humiliation of my Dad seeing me in my lace underwear. Ransom slowly bunched the dress up higher, revealing my stomach. There was a large area that was red and bruising with a bloody gash spanning about 2 inches across the centre. It didn't look too deep from what I could make out, just bloody and sore. Frank must have caught me with his shoe when he had kicked me.

"Shit, Lucy." Ransom groaned pulling his hands across the length of his face as he stared down at the wound angrily. Dad was just staring in shock and confusion.

"Did you do this?" Dad snapped at Ransom after a few moments of silence.

"No I didn't do this, are you fucking serious?" Ransom snapped back furiously.

"Please don't argue." I whimpered, squeezing my eyes together tightly to fight back tears that were threatening to escape. I took a few deep breathes before I finally found the courage to explain, keeping my eyes firmly shut as I spoke.

"I broke up with Frank." I choked, pausing to take a deep breath before continuing, "He got angry and grabbed me." I instinctively started rubbing my sore wrist, "I ended up on the floor and when I tried to get up, he kicked me." I opened my eyes finally and cast my gaze over each of their faces, seeing the anger building in both of their faces.

"It's my fault." I squeezed out before tears started to roll down my cheeks again, trying to diffuse their anger.

"I'm calling the doctor." Dad said abruptly and he got up and stormed out of the room. Ransom didn't speak to me for a while, he just stayed planted on the floor, staring at my stomach, his eyes seething with anger.

"Ransom. Hey look at me." I pleaded, attempting to pull his gaze away to no avail. When Dad finally returned, Ransom got up and immediately stormed out of the room, I don't know where he went but I could hear the clinking of glass coming from the kitchen.

"The doctor is on the way." Dad informed me as he took his place next to my head once more. Dad sat with me, stroking my hair until the doctor arrived 15 minutes later. Ransom was still absent the entire time. The doctor came in and assessed the gash. She explained that it seemed to be surface damage, the bruising was caused from the impact but wasn't severe and as the gash wasn't too deep, it would heal without stitches. I would need to take it easy for a couple of days and keep an eye on it for signs of infection. She placed a large, soft, white dressing over the wound and began to inspect my wrists. There was no sign of any worrying damage except some slight bruising which she was confident would subside after a few days. She explained that the majority of my current state was due to shock. I was in shock, who wouldn't be? If they had only seen Frank's face, the rage. The darkness that came over him. Ransom had been angry with me before, but never like that.

"Well there goes another Sunday." I joked to Dad as the doctor left. He scoffed lightly before leaning down to kiss me on the head.

"Can you find Ransom for me? I need to talk to him. Privately." I asked.

"Of course Princess. I'll go and get you a change of clothes." He responded before heading off out of the room. I was desperately hoping Ransom hadn't gone anywhere, I wanted to see him, to have the comforting feeling that only he provided. A few minutes passed before Ransom walked back into the room and closed the door behind him, kneeling back down next to me. I could smell whiskey on his breath and his cheeks were flushed.

"Hey. I just wanted to say thankyou." I gulped, "For coming to get me and everything else."

"I'll always be here for you Lucy." He whispered as he placed a soft hand on my cheek. His glazed eyes met my own as his closed the gap between us, planting a soft kiss on my lips. I could taste the alcohol now, it was strong, I wondered how much he'd had. He broke the kiss, sitting back and sighing loudly.

"I need to go." He finally said. I wanted so badly for him to stay, but I knew I couldn't have him with me the way I wanted too, not with Dad home. It suddenly dawned on me that he had been drinking so I attempted to plead with him, not wanting him to get hurt.

 "Ransom, I don't think that's a good idea. You've been drink..."I stuttered, but before I could finish my sentence had jumped from the floor and stormed from the room.

[mickimoo1409]

His Possession 

Chapter 15 - Confrontation

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Our Character (Lucy)

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

****CHARACTER NOTES****

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

Word Count - 2534

Full Series Masterlist Here

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

🖤

When we finally managed to peel our bodies away from one another, Ransom stood up, grabbing a pair of the discarded boxers and used them to wipe me down gently, running the material softly over my thighs and folds, before disappearing out of the room. The bunched up t-shirt fell over my body as I sat myself up, eyeing the plates of food in front of me, licking my lips. I touched the toast gently, discovering it was still warm and so began tucking in without hesitation as Ransom appeared from upstairs wearing a black t-shirt and denim shorts, clutching afresh pair of boxers for me to wear. He instantly started laughing lightly when he saw me, shaking his head as he passed me the boxers.

"What? It's still warm, I don't want to waste it." I said smiling at him, quickly slipping the boxers over me, before I continued to put forkfuls of the delicious food in my mouth. He sat down next to me and placed a gentle kiss onto my head, before tucking in to the second portion. As we ate, we began discussing his business plans again. He showed me the property he liked best, excitedly explaining to me all the potential ideas he had for it, his eyes lighting up as I just listened to him intently, smiling between mouthfuls. The property was in the centre of the town, modern and newly renovated and would have great foot traffic from passers by. He began telling me about how he'd been exploring different culinary styles whilst he was travelling the world, which came as a bit of a shock considering that he told everyone he spent his time partying. I joked that he should name his restaurant 'Loo's' after me, which was met by a chuckle from him and he jokingly scribbled the name onto his business plan. When I had finally finished my food, I sat back in my seat, feeling incredibly full. The realisation suddenly hitting me that I would now have to leave and I really didn't want to face what was coming next. My eyes frosted and a few tears escaped onto my cheeks as I stared into space, completely zoning out from the conversation. Ransom quickly turned to me, cupping my cheek in his hand as he softly caressed his thumb across my skin.

"What's wrong?" he asked sincerely. His eyes wide and full of fear.

I stuttered as I responded, "I umm...It's just Frank...just don't worry, I shouldn't talk to you about this, it's not fair on you." I moved my gaze to my lap, allowing more tears to fall down.

"You can talk to me, Lucy Loo. I'm not going to get mad, I promise." He said pulling my gaze up to his, he looked concerned and worried as his eyes searched mine. His demeanour soothed me instantly as I found myself finding more and more comfort in him with every minute.

"It's just that.... Frank is my only friend." I sobbed lightly, "I'm going to lose him completely." I raised a hand to wipe me eyes before continuing, "I know being in a relationship with him isn't what I want, but I still need my friend." Ransom pulled me into his chest, wrapping his muscular arms around me and gripping me lightly, the smell of his musky aftershave comforting me as I nuzzled into his t-shirt.

"You don't need him any more." Ransom said softly as he began trailing his fingertips up and down the length of my arm, "You are mine now Lucy, you've got me. I will protect you at all costs. Okay?" I nodded lightly against his chest, taking a few minutes to breath him in. After I had calmed slightly, I slowly sat up and placed a hand either side of his face, pressing my lips to his, allowing a few stray tears to fall onto his cheeks. I returned to his chest and spent a long time there, cuddled into him as he lightly stroked my back, before it was eventually time to get ready and go.

I sent a quick text to Frank.

'12.34PM - Hey, I'll be on my way soon, are you home?'

Then I made my way upstairs, removing Ransom's t-shirt and finding my dress on the bathroom floor, slipping it on over Ransom's boxers. I brushed through my hair with my fingers and gazed at myself in the mirror while wiping all the remnants of yesterdays makeup and today's tears, off of my face. My phone buzzed and a text message appeared as I was about to go searching for my shoes.

'12.42PM - Yeah I'm home babe. See you soon, can't wait xx'

Fuck. My body was overcome with anxiety and my stomach tensed, sending a wave of nausea through my stomach and into my chest. I threw myself over the toilet and my throat wrenched as I threw up the entirety of my breakfast into the bowl.

"Are you okay?" Ransom shouted from downstairs.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I shouted back, trying not to make him worry as I spat saliva into the toilet bowl. Grabbing some toilet tissue, I quickly wiped my mouth and took a swig of some mouth wash that was in the bathroom. I grabbed my shoes from the bedroom and made my way downstairs, sliding them on over my feet as I hit the bottom step. Ransom came to greet me in the hallway, scooping me into his arms and looking down at me seductively.

"Are you sure you want to wear that to your break up?" He smirked, "You look fucking hot." I smacked his chest and smirked back at him.

"Funnily enough, I didn't bring any other clothes." I said sarcastically. "And I can't exactly turn up in yours."

"I'm not sorry I convinced you to stay, if that's what you're implying." He said smiling as he leant down to kiss me passionately. I pulled away briefly, hovering my lips over his.

"I need to go." I whispered against his lips and smiled before pecking him quickly on the lips and slipping out of his grasp to head out of the door. As I walked towards my car in the cool air, I glanced back briefly, to see Ransom watching me, his bottom lip sucked into his mouth and his hands tucked into his shorts pockets.

"Bye Dickhead!" I shouted towards him, flashing a flirtatious wink as I opened my car door.

He chuckled and shook his head before shouting, "Bye Lucy Loo." I slipped into the car, closing the door and igniting the engine, scared and determined to get through the next few hours.

The drive over to Frank's was filled with anxiety, tears and fear. I knew I was doing the right thing, regardless of how things would end up with Ransom, but I also knew I was about to lose a part of myself. Frank had become such a huge part of my life in such a short space of time, his friendship was something I valued deeply. It didn't take long before I pulled up into the car park and was heading into Frank's building and arriving on his floor, approaching his door. I tried to compose myself, taking a few long deep breathes before thumping my hand against the door a few times.

"Hey!" Frank breathed as he opened the door, grasping at my hands to pull me inside and then immediately backed me up against a wall attempting to kiss me. Tears began freely running down my cheeks as I hesitated to return the kiss. He quickly realised I wasn't kissing him back and stepped away, seeing the tears falling down my flushed face.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked concerned.

"I um...I need to talk to you." I choked, trying to avoid eye contact as his eyes searched my face.

"Come, sit down." He insisted, grabbing my hand to lead me into his living area and guiding me to sit down on his sofa, while I sobbed uncontrollably. He took a seat next to me, placing an arm around my shoulder.

"Lucy, what's going on? You're scaring me." He whimpered. I choked back my tears and looked to the floor.

"Frank, you're my best friend. I don't want to lose you." I stuttered, twiddling my thumbs as I tried to figure out what I needed to say.

"Hey look at me Luce." He said, grasping at my face in a failed attempt to pull my gaze to his. "You aren't going to lose me. What is this about?"

"I don't think we should be together any more." I choked, finally allowing myself to glance up at him through glazed eyes as he fell silent for a few moments. His eyes started to fill as he stared back at me.

"What do you mean we shouldn't be together?" He whimpered finally.

"I'm so sorry Frank." I sputtered, "I'm in a weird place right now and I don't want to string you along while I work out what it is that I want." He sat staring blankly into space, tears escaping his eyes as he stayed completely silent.

"Frank, say something please. I don't want to lose you altogether. I still need you." I begged through the sobs. He lifted his gaze to mine slowly as more tears fell onto his cheeks.

"I told you I loved you." He cried, sending a pain straight to my heart as I was overcome with guilt.

"I know Frank. I'm sorry. You deserve so much better than me." I cried softly while shaking my head. He dropped off the sofa, onto his knees on the floor in front of me, staring up at me through frosted eyes as he grabbed hold of my hands, holding onto them tightly.

"I don't want better than you Lucy, you are perfect. Please don't do this, I'm begging you." He cried, tightening his grip on my hands, almost as though he was afraid to let go.

"Frank...." I began to whimper as he looked up at me, his eyes suddenly widening as his cast his gaze between my neck and eyes.

"Are you sleeping with someone else?" He asked whimpering as his eyes turned bloodshot. It was like looking down at a crying puppy.

"What? No Frank..."I begged as he got to his feet and extended his hand out towards me, brushing my hair away from my neck with his finger tips.

"So you gave those hickeys to yourself then?" He said sternly, choking back the tears as his expression switched to anger and pain. I hadn't even noticed them when I got myself ready. Shit.

"Frank, I can explain." I begged, sobbing harder than I was before and trying to clutch back at his hands but he wouldn't let me.

"So explain Lucy." He said bitterly, "How did they get there? I know I didn't give them to you." He had stopped crying completely, his expression completely darkened as anger had taken over him.

"Frank, please. We don't need to do this. It's nothing. Please." I begged once more, staring up at him as he began pacing back and forth in front of me, throwing his head into his hands, gripping his hair.

"Did you cheat on me Lucy?" He screamed, "Just tell me the truth." I sank back into the sofa, my heart rate sky rocketing as panic began setting in, but I knew I owed him the truth.

"Yes." I replied quietly, staring at the floor. "I'm so sorry Frank."

"Wow." He said angrily before beginning to shout at me, "I can't believe this. You are a lot of things Lucy, but I didn't think an unfaithful whore was one of them." I struggled to keep my breathe steady as he laid into me, waving his hands around aggressively, scaring me.

"You know, I put up with a lot of shit to be with you. Your laziness, your anger issues and don't even get me started on your inability to choose a career path. It's like you want to be stuck as a dumb receptionist for the rest of your life. And yet, you are the one breaking up with me? You don't realise what you are throwing away." I couldn't bring any words out of my mouth, I was stunned at what he was saying to me, how aggressive he was acting. I'd never seen this side of him before.

"I think I should go." I whimpered as I got up and began to stumble towards the door.

"Oh and now you're just going to walk out? At least have the guts to tell me who you fucked, you horrid bitch." He continued, shouting aggressively, following behind me.

I turned to face him one last time as I reached the door, softly weeping, "I'm sorry" and I pulled the door open. It swiftly slammed shut again before I could leave and Frank stood towering over me, his eyes screaming at me. I was completely terrified, he was behaving so unpredictably.

"Please Frank, I just want to go home." I begged.

"We aren't finished!" He exclaimed, grabbing my wrist and dragging me back into the living room, as I twisted and turned my arm trying to break free. It was no use, his grip was burning into my flesh. As we reached the living area once more he released my wrist, throwing me to the ground. A pain soared through my tail bone as my ass hit the floor with a loud thump, my wrist was throbbing. I sat still on the floor crying, afraid to move, while he paced back and forth staring down at me.

"So who is it?" He screamed. Rubbing his hand across his temple as he stamped across the floor.

"Frank, please." I begged, screaming through the tears.

"Was he better than me?" He spat, kicking the coffee table next to me loudly and scaring me half to death.

"Frank, please stop. You're scaring me." I cried as I tried to pull myself to a stand, but Frank lifted a leg instantly and before I knew what was happening, his foot connected with my stomach, landing me straight back on the floor. Pain seared through my abdomen, causing me to curl over and scream at the sudden agony. As I looked up to him, clutching my stomach with blood shot eyes, the sudden realisation of what he had done seemed to wash over his face. He quickly leant down pulling me up and pulling me into his arms.

 "Shit, I'm so sorry Luce, I didn't mean to. You just made me so angry." He whimpered as he gripped hold of me tightly. I twisted and turned as hard as I could, finally managing to break free from his grasp before turning and running as fast as I could, out of the door, down the stairs and out of his building. When I finally hit the outside air, I stopped suddenly, clutching at my stomach and dropping to the floor, crying uncontrollably. There was no coming back from this moment, I'd lost him, completely.

[mickimoo1409]

His Possession 

Chapter 14 - A New View

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Our Character (Lucy)

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

****CHARACTER NOTES****

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

Word Count - 2898

Full Series Masterlist Here

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

🖤

A ringtone was blaring, causing me to stir before opening my eyes slowly, squinting at the light shining through the window and for a brief moment, I forgot where I was. I felt a weight on my stomach and looked towards it to see Ransom's arm still wrapped tightly around my waist. He was in a deep sleep, breathing peacefully and looking incredibly content. A small smile forced it's way onto my face as I admired him. The ringtone kept blaring causing Ransom to begin stirring softly. I carefully slid from his grasp and hopped out of bed, listening carefully to follow the direction of the noise before tiptoeing barefoot down the stairs to where I found my phone, discarded on the coffee table. It stopped ringing just as I picked it up. Typical.

'10.03AM - 1 Missed call from Dad.' I didn't want to risk waking Ransom by causing too much noise and so I decided I would crawl back into bed and call Dad back later on. Creeping back up the stairs, phone in hand, I slipped carefully back in to bed, facing away from Ransom and carefully placed his arm back over me, happy I had succeeded in not waking him. Or so I thought.

"Hey, where did you go?" He said sleepily, gripping my stomach tightly and pulling me towards him so his morning glory poked into my buttock as he softly kissed my back, between my shoulder blades.

"My phone was ringing downstairs. I'm sorry for waking you." I whispered, pushing my ass into him playfully as he continued leaving kisses along my back and shoulders.

"It's okay." He whispered back against my shoulder with his sleepy, hoarse morning voice. His boner was protruding into my ass harder as he carried on leaving his soft kisses on my skin, awarding him a low hum from my lips. Suddenly, the phone began, ringing loudly again.

"Shit, sorry, it's dad. Give me a minute." I said attempting to sit up, but Ransom gripped me tighter, securing me firmly to the bed as I answered the call.

"Hey Dad, what's up?" I asked as normally as possible, while Ransom continued to kiss my back quietly, slipping his hand underneath my t-shirt and trailing it up to my breast, before cupping lightly. I hit him playfully in the thigh with my free hand, trying to encourage him to stop.

"Hey Princess, I just had the weirdest call from Uncle Richard. He said you went to dinner at Ransom's last night." Dad queried.

"Umm, yeah Dad, I did. We're errr....trying to fix our friendship, for the families sake." I responded, trying to concentrate as Ransom began grinding his boner into my ass, sucking my neck and massaging my breast.

"Wow, that's....unexpected. But I'm proud of you." Dad continued, "Where are you now?" Realising that Richard had probably told him everything, I knew I couldn't lie my way out of this and so a half truth was my best bet. Whilst I found my words, Ransom continued grinding and massaging against me, making the conversation incredibly difficult.

"I'm at Ransom's still, I had a few drinks so he let me have his bed and he's downstairs." I gulped, trying to conceal a moan as Ransom slid his hand down, into the boxers I was wearing and brushed his fingers against my folds.

"What time are you coming back? Are we having dinner together tonight?" Dad asked. I closed my eyes tightly as Ransom plunged a finger inside me and I bit hard on my lip to stop myself from humming. I swallowed deeply before forcing myself to respond, struggling to keep my concentration, but ashamedly enjoying every concealed touch I was receiving.

"Ummm...yeah Dad, I'll be back for dinner. I just need to stop at Frank's on the way back and then I'll be home sometime this afternoon." I responded. As I finished my sentence, Ransom removed his fingers and released my neck from his mouth as I felt him flop back on the bed behind me with a huff.

"Okay, have fun Princess. See you later." Dad replied.

"Bye Dad." I responded as I quickly hung up, placing my phone on the bedside table and turning over to look at Ransom, lifting a hand to brush onto his bare chest.

"Why did you stop?" I asked playfully, biting my lip. He pulled his gaze from the ceiling to meet mine, looking extremely angry.

"Why are you going to Frank's?" He snapped. It quickly dawned on me that Ransom had no idea that I was planning to break up with Frank. I probably should have told him, but a fire burnt in my abdomen at his jealousy. He hated other people touching me, that much was clear and in a moment of insanity, I decided to play with him before telling him the truth. I flipped myself over onto him, so I was straddling his groin, biting my lip and running my hand down his chiselled chest as his morning glory poked hard against my folds.

"Why? Does it bother you?" I teased, running my fingers playfully down his chest, tracing over each defined ab.

"You know how I feel about you acting like a slut." He spat, slipping his hands around my back to grip my ass tightly. There it was, that word that made me feel disgusting and horny all at once, awarding me the satisfaction that I was getting the reaction I longed for.

"And what will you do to me?" I teased further, pursing my lips together as my fingertips reached the rim of his boxers and ran playfully along its edge. He glared up at me, his eyes filled with pure anger and desire.

"First of all." He growled, sitting himself up and digging his fingers into my ass cheeks as he moved his lips millimetres from my own, keeping intense eye contact.

"I'll fuck you with my fingers." He said through gritted teeth, instantaneously slipping one of his hands around my front, straight into my boxers and shoved two fingers straight inside me. The sudden intrusion causing me to throw my head back and moan loudly as I became instantly wet.

"Then, when you are about to cum, I'll stop." He continued, panting lightly as he pushed his fingers in and out of my folds with force. "Then, I'll lay you down and do the same with my tongue." He followed this by swiftly running his tongue from my shoulder to my neck before nipping at my ear lobe, whilst his fingers kept thrusting hard into me. My body was hot, pleasure coursing through me as wetness built further. The reaction was exactly what I was hoping for, wanting to feel his need for me, the way I needed him.

"And I'll keep doing that, over and over." He continued seductively as his fingers continued working, "Until you are a whimpering mess, begging me to let you finish." A mixture of feelings ran over my body, on the one hand I was horny as fuck, wanting to continue the game. On the other hand I was highly amused that the thought of me being with another man had this reaction from Ransom. I couldn't contain myself any longer, laughter crept up and consumed me as I slipped from his lap, throwing my back onto on the bed next to him, laughing hysterically. He glared at me, confused and furious, before turning over and climbing over the top of me on his hands and knees. Gazing downwards, my eyes were met with the massive bulge in his boxers, inches away from my hot core.

"What's so funny?" Ransom grumbled as he glared down at me. My face straightened, becoming more sombre and serious, staring down away from his gaze as I plucked up the courage to answer him.

"I'm errr....going to Frank's to break up with him." I said quietly, as I trailed my fingertips over his chest, glancing back up at him with a small smile.

"Oh, is that right?" He smirked, before leaning down, pressing his lips against mine, our lips parted instantly and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I returned the favour, kissing him passionately, feeling the knot in the pit of my stomach tighten. My vagina throbbed lightly as I became desperate to feel him inside me. We had been kissing for a minute when Ransom quickly pushed himself off of the bed, standing at its edge with a playful smile.

"Well, you'll need some breakfast then I suppose." He smiled, before turning to head out the door, leaving me lay on the bed, panting slightly.

"Hey, come back!" I groaned loudly at him. He glanced back at me casting his gaze over every inch of me and biting his lip playfully. I wanted to bite that lip so badly. I reached my arms out, making a grabbing motion with my hands as I spread my legs seductively in front of him.

"Please come back." I practically begged. He rolled his tongue over his lip as he gazed between my legs, before replacing his expression with that stunning playful smile, shaking his head chuckling.

"Nope. That's what you get for winding me up." He returned, raising his eyebrows and chuckling away as he sauntered off down the stairs. I pulled my hands to my face, growling into them and then laughing lightly to myself, he was so much better at this game than me. A wide smile formed on my lips as I became overwhelmed with happiness. Real happiness, something I never thought Ransom would be able to give me.

I stayed in bed for a little while, just smiling contently, not wanting to get up, knowing it would mean the rest of today would begin and that was a scary thought. I wished this peaceful bliss could last forever. Eventually I gave in and slipped off of the bed, heading downstairs. Upon reaching the bottom floor, an amazing array of smells, filled my senses and I followed them into the kitchen, where I found Ransom, stood over the hob, frying and cooking away. Plates from yesterday were still strewn on the side in a neat pile, and two clean plates lay next to Ransom, waiting to be filled with whatever delicious food he was cooking. I admired him silently from behind, casting my eyes over his soft naked back as he stood in only his boxers, giving me a great view of his ass. Feeling the sudden urge to be close to him I approached him from behind, slipping my hands around his waist and squeezing lightly, as I placed a long soft kiss in-between his shoulder blades.

"Do you want me to help with anything?" I breathed against his bare back. He slid around in my arms to face me, brushing his finger tips against my chin and lifting my face gently to meet his. Our eyes gazed into each others for a few seconds before he pressed his lips on to mine as he smiled. He pulled away from the kiss, our faces still inches away from each other.

"Just go and sit down in front of the TV, put your feet up and let me treat you like a princess." He said softly, smiling down at me, sending a flutter through my stomach and causing a light flush across my cheeks. Knowing better than to argue, I practically skipped out of the room, throwing myself down onto the sofa and shuffling around looking for the television remote. As I was searching the surroundings I stumbled across a stack of papers, on one of the small tables next to the sofa. Deep down, I knew I shouldn't look but the words 'Business plan' scattered at the top of the page, drew my attention and curiosity got the better of me. Before I knew it I was intensely flicking through the pile of papers. There was a detailed business proposal for the bank, even mentioning his house as collateral, a forecast of projected figures, marketing strategies and a few property listings. The detail Ransom had gone into was phenomenal and I now understood why he had gotten so defensive the night before. He had never planned on asking Richard and Linda for money, he was actually trying to do something for himself and in that moment I was incredibly proud of him, but also disappointed in myself for never believing he could be more than a freeloading jerk.

Ransom finally emerged from the kitchen as I was sat reading through one of the property listings, placing a tray onto the coffee table that was practically full. He had thought of everything, coffee, juice, cereal and the most amazing looking breakfast. Crusty, toasted bread with what seemed to be an oozing pouched egg, sat on top of perfectly cooked, crisp bacon and topped with a yellow creamy sauce and herbs. He stared down at the paper in my hands before shooting me a worried facial expression.

"I like this one." I said, holding up a property listing, smiling at him in an attempt to support and comfort him. His face eased slightly as he propped himself next to me and took the listing from me, looking down at it intensely.

"You don't think its an unachievable dream?" He asked, glancing back at me with that worried look in his eyes. I could tell he was truly hurt by what his mother had said to him. There was so much more to him than I'd ever realised.

Placing my hand lightly on his leg, I said gently, "I think this business plan is incredible and you've thought of everything. The bank would be stupid to turn you down for a loan."

I smiled cheekily and nudged his shoulder with my own, adding, "And I can't wait to see the look on your mums face when you prove her wrong."

He took the stack of papers gently out of my hands, placing them down on the coffee table beside the breakfast, before turning his body to me, taking my face in his hand and beginning to kiss me passionately. As we kissed he pushed me slightly, lowering me onto the sofa as he shuffled over the top of me.

I pulled away for brief second, asking softly with raised eyebrows, "What about breakfast?"

"Fuck breakfast." He replied softly, smiling as he quickly returned his lips to mine, kissing me deeply and passionately. I instinctively wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and my arms around his neck as he began nibbling at my bottom lip between kisses. One of his hands brushed against my stomach, lifting my t-shirt and bunching it up above my breasts, before it slipped back down to my hip, gripping firmly. Ransom broke away from our kiss, trailing his mouth down my skin, breathing against it with hot breathes as he went. He finally settled his mouth on my breast, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking and nibbling lightly as I arched my back towards him and moaned softly, digging my nails into his shoulders. Heat began building in my core as he moved to the other breast, making sure to give it the same treatment, nibbling and sucking at my now hardened nipple.

 After a few minutes he pushed himself back up, connecting his lips with mine once more as our tongues began exploring each others mouths again. A few hums escaped my mouth, absorbed by his own. His hand ran slowly away from my hip, his fingers hooking into the boxers I wore, before they were gently pulled off, followed by his own. Without breaking our lips apart, he gently pushed my legs apart and slowly teased my folds with his tip, sliding it up and down over my wetness and receiving an approving moan from my lips. He began thrusting gently and slowly, dipping his length between my legs an inch at a time, before my body opened up to him, allowing him full access. I groaned into Ransom's mouth in satisfaction as his entire length was finally buried deep inside me, fulfilling every craving. Our mouths separated as he lifted his face away to gaze into my eyes, all the while still thrusting slowly and gently as my body trembled and an orgasm was slowly building. He gazed into my eyes for a little while as our bodies rocked in unison, his eyes different than I was used too, not filled with desire, but something else, something softer. After a few minutes, he pressed his lips against mine once more, instantly parting them as we slipped our tongues inside each others mouths, kissing deeply. This tipped me over the edge and I hummed loudly into his mouth as my body peaked and the orgasm released. He hummed with me, filling me with his seed as I came around him, both of us clenching and shaking together as we rode out our highs.

 When we came to a stop, we just lay together, our bodies still entwined, his length still pressed inside me, gazing into each others eyes between soft kisses. Something had changed between us in those moments and though I couldn't quite place what it was, I smiled softly and my heart felt full.

[mickimoo1409]

Captured

Pairing - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary - Bucky Barnes never escaped Hydra, instead he became the head of an underground criminal organisation. What happens when you end up as collateral in this world?

"Kukla" - Russian for "Doll"

Word Count - 4121

Warnings - Dubcon, P in V, violence, guns, impact play, edging, orgasm denial, smut smut smut

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Your eyes struggled under the strain of the brown rattan bag that was encasing your head, only seeing small glimpses of light and shapes from the other side. You weren't screaming anymore. You'd given up a few hours ago after you realised it wasn't doing you any good. The only thing you remembered before waking up in this pergatory was a cloth being forced over your mouth as you enjoyed your usual late night walk by the lake. Then, you were here. Sat on a cold floor with your hands tied tightly behind your back and a bag settled over your face.

You were consumed with questions racing around your head. Where were you? Who did this? Why did they do this? You could be feisty when you wanted sure, but you didn't have any enemies, no disgruntled exes, you were a hard worker and paid all your bills on time. So why you?

In the time since you woke in this prison you hadn't gotten any closer to knowing the answers. Footsteps would appear nearby and then disappear swiftly again without a word, despite your screams and demands to know what was happening. The only voices you heard in that time were muffled shouts and screams, but you had no idea where from.

You don't know how long you had been there before you heard footsteps approaching you, getting louder with every second until a hand tightened around your arm and you were dragged to your feet, being pulled swiftly along as you began shouting and swearing at the perpetrator.

"What the fuck are you doing?" "Where am I?" "Answer me you fucking asshole." Amongst more desperate questions and insults.

You could hear the sound of muffled shouts getting louder as you stumbled your way across an echoing floor until there was a loud click of a door and silence fell as you were shoved down into a hard chair.

"I'm going to ask you again, where's my fucking money." You heard someone growl from close by and your breath picked up.

"I don't have it." Came a familiar voice a few feet away.

"Okay, fine. Let's try it this way." Came the first deep voice once more before the bag you had become accustomed too was ripped off of your head and your eyes blinked furiously at the sudden light. They adjusted quickly, blinking fast to take in your new surroundings. A muscular man stood close to you, glaring angrily to the side of you. Another man stood by your side with similar stature and you became increasingly aware of the smell of blood and sweat in the air. Then your eyes set forwards, landing on the hunched over frame of your boyfriend, John Walker. He was tied to another chair, his hair messy and matted, blood spattered across his face.

"John." You said in a sudden panic. The first man glaring over to you suddenly with steel blue eyes. "What's going on? Who are you? Let me go!"

The man chuckled lowly, swiping his tongue across his lower lip as he took a step closer to you, kneeling down so that he was eye level as he spoke.

"My name is Bucky Barnes." He teased, almost as though he was toying with you as he began tapping the gun, you hadn't taken the time to notice, against his boot.

"What's wrong kukla, is that your little boyfriend here owes me a lot of money and he won't tell me where it is." He said almost mockingly.

"And you think I know?" You panicked, glaring back at him angrily.

"No no little kukla, you misunderstand your part in all this." He smirked before standing and raising a gun from his hip, placing it at the side of your head.

Your heart began to race and tears swelled in your eyes as the cold tip of the gun pushed firmly at your temples.

"Now," began Bucky angrily, "tell me where my money is, or I'm going to kill your little girlfriend."

John looked over at you briefly, you couldn't work out what was going through his head as his eyes flicked between you and the gun with his mouth slightly ajar.

"You wouldn't." John grunted in annoyance.

"No?" Bucky questioned with a smirk as he cocked the gun.

Your eyes stayed glued to John, silently pleading with him as your tears free fell down your cheeks.

"Last chance Walker." Bucky demanded.

Your heart was pounding now, threatening to jump out of your chest as you silently prayed this was all a nightmare that you'd soon wake up from.

"5, 4, 3..." Bucky counted assertively.

"Go ahead." John suddenly spoke, "I think you've overestimated how much she means to me."

"John." You whimpered, your eyes so glazed that the images around you were becoming blurred and your heart began tearing in two as the man you had loved for the past 3 years so easily discarded your life.

You squeezed your eyes tight, waiting for the darkness to consume you.

Suddenly the gun withdrew from the side of your head and you heard Bucky begin to chuckle through your loud pants.

"Well I wasn't expecting that." Bucky laughed mockingly, shaking the gun in his hand like it was nothing.

He chewed on his lip for a second before turning back to you, his eyes darkening as he cast his gaze over your body.

"Tie her up in my office." He spoke sternly.

And before you knew it you were being dragged from the chair and off in the direction of another door. You tried to catch eye contact with John as you passed, hoping to see a glimmer of something, something to let you know this was all a joke, that it was going to be okay, but he didn't even grant you the courtesy of looking at you, his gaze fixed on Bucky as you were dragged through a door way and thrust down on a different chair, your hands tightened behind the cold hard wood and the door closed, clicking loudly.

*****

You don't know how long you'd be sat in that chair, going over the past few hours, how quickly John had thrown you away, how you'd spent 3 years doing everything to make him happy, disregarding your own needs and happiness, for him. Your upset began mixing with an overwhelming feeling of anger and what's worse was that you were now at the mercy of some asshole you'd never met and it was all John's fault.

You were trapped in an office of some sort, strapped to a chair with a large desk next to you. There were a couple of book shelves around the edges of the room and an arm chair in the corner. A small thin window sat on one wall with large iron bars over it, dampening some small hope of escape. One other door loomed at the other side of the room, you didn't even want to know what was behind it.

You were ripped from your thoughts as the door clicked and Bucky's tall frame stepped into the room, clutching a bottle of water in one hand that he quickly placed upon the desk.

"How are you feeling?" He asked nonchalantly, as though he hadn't kidnapped you and threatened your life.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You spat without a second thought to the danger you could face, you were grieving, anger burning through your blood.

He looked at you with a curious smirk at your outburst before perching on the edge of the desk, inches away from you.

"Are you going to tell me why you're keeping me here or sit there and stare asshole." You weren't even thinking as you yelled at him.

He let out a small chuckle, the corner of his lip turning into a small smirk as though the whole thing was amusing to him, but it just made you angrier.

"I brought you some water. You need to drink something." He demanded turning slightly to grab the water bottle once more.

"Fuck you!" You shouted in response, not removing your glare from him for even a second.

As he came to face you once more, a look of annoyance flushed over his face and he traced his lower lip with his tongue.

He stood suddenly, towering over you before undoing the cap to the water bottle and holding the top to your lip.

"Drink." He demanded, slightly more firm and irritated this time.

"Fuck. You." You spat once more.

Before you knew what was happening he had descended on you, gripping his fist into your hair and yanking your head back, causing your mouth to fall open at the sudden action and you had no time to register before he tipped some water into your now open mouth. You swallowed harshly, breathing heavily once the liquid had gone and glaring daggers at Bucky once more.

"That's better kukla." He said sternly, "More."

He gripped your hair once more, tugging so your mouth parted slightly and he tipped some more water over your tongue. This time, you held it there, closing your mouth so he thought you had complied, but you were done with his shit.

"Good girl." He growled but before he had time to do anything else, you spat the water from your mouth at his face furiously, dousing him in it.

He stood up and chuckled angrily as he wiped some of the droplets from his forehead.

"You're going to regret that." He smirked.

He gripped your arms harshly, pulling you from the chair and guiding you to the desk before slamming you down onto the surface, making you yelp.

"Oh little kukla." He laughed as you heard him unbuckle his belt. "You will soon learn your place."

Your heart rate picked up rapidly as you felt him tug down your trousers, exposing your ass.

You didn't have time to process before the belt connected to your left cheek with a harsh slap, making you scream in pain. You strangely felt warm in your core, an unexpected sensation that you didn't have time to understand.

"Your little boyfriend wanted you dead kukla." He asserted before connecting the belt to your skin once more. "I have decided to keep you instead."

The sting on your ass made you hiss as your mind began reeling and your body began to betray you in ways you couldn't imagine, a pool of wetness building at your centre. Were you enjoying this?

"Here's how this is going to work." He began with another slap to your ass. "You will drink, you will eat and you will behave."

Another slap and another unexpected wave of wetness built in your pussy.

"I can be very kind if you behave kukla, but if you defy me..."

Another harsh whack as the leather connected to your ass once more as he attempted to make his point known.

You heard the belt drop to the floor and his fist tangled into your hair, pulling it back harshly, making you gasp.

"Am I understood?" He grunted.

"Yes." You whimpered, your head dropping back down onto the wood as he released you from his grip.

Suddenly you felt warm fingers slip over your folds, collecting the moisture.

"Well that's unexpected." Bucky chuckled from behind you, amused at your arousal but also intrigued.

Your trousers were swiftly pulled back up and you were once again manoeuvred back onto your chair. Bucky looked down at you smirking proudly before leaving the room and locking the door once more.

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As time past you became increasingly angrier. Angry at John for causing all this. Angry at Bucky for thinking he could just keep you prisoner but more than anything you were angry at yourself. You were angry at the way your body had betrayed you so easily, you were angry that you didn't even fight Bucky off and you were angry that you'd poured your life and soul into the wrong man.

You were afraid of what was going to happen next, of how long you'd be stuck here and of how long your body could possibly hold out before you gave into that psycho Bucky.

With a sudden rush of adrenaline, you decided you needed to escape.

You began rocking back and forth, feeling the chair legs begin to teeter beneath you. After a few thrusts you managed to swing backwards, the chair landing flat beneath your back crushing your hands beneath. You let out a groan in pain, but it was worth it. You used your feet to slowly push your body backwards, allowing you to shimmy off of the chair, dragging your hands underneath the hard wood harshly as it was forced down beneath your weight.

Finally you pushed free, your arms now free from the chair and so you began the next step. You sucked in deeply, curling yourself up as small as you possibly could and pulled your hands under your ass and over your feet, shimmying and grunting until your hands were finally in front of you and you set to work on the knots. Your wrists twisted harshly under the rope, cutting into your skin as you yanked and pulled at the knots, never giving up until you were able to free your left hand and then quickly began working on your right.

When you were free of your restraints you took a few deep breaths and made your way to the door. It was locked and so you knew you had to bide your time. You pushed your body flush against the wall behind the door and waited patiently until finally the locked clicked and the door swung open.

"What the fuck!" Came Bucky's voice as he became aware of the scene in front of him, the chair vacant and bits of rope lying on top.

As he stepped into the room, you seized your opportunity, swinging the door behind him and running as fast as you could.

You entered the large room you were once tied up in, it was now empty with just blood spatters in the spot John once sat, but you didn't have time to wonder about it, setting your sights on the door in the far corner.

You could hear footsteps fast behind you, he was clearly on your tail.

You darted towards the door at speed, placing your hand down on the handle when the ground swept from beneath you. A large arm gripped around your waist as you writhed and screamed trying to break free.

"No, get off me." You yelled, desperately trying to fight him off from behind you as he dragged you back through the large room, through the door and back into the office.

He threw you down harshly and you yelped as your bruised ass hit the cold floor.

"You are really testing my patience kukla" He growled angrily.

He bent down and grabbed the rope from the floor before grabbing your hair in his fist and pulling you to a stand as you hissed, clutching at his fist desperately.

When you were on your feet he released your hair and grabbed your wrists, pulling them down in front of you and he began tying them once more, the rope gripping at your skin harshly.

"Fuck you." You spat.

He reached up and gripped your chin harshly, staring at you with darkened eyes.

"Bad little kukla." He spat through gritted teeth before gripping your hands and dragging you through the room towards the second looming door you'd been ignoring in the corner.

As it opened you were somewhat surprised. Behind the door lay a bedroom, a large king bed with simple grey bedding lay dead centre with one small bedside table and lamp on the right. On the left another book case filled to the brim and next to that another open door revealing a small ensuite bathroom. Another small window lay on the far wall, again covered by it's own iron bars.

Suddenly you were pushed down onto the bed and flipped over roughly onto your back, the ropes binding your hands were pulled upwards and tied to the metal frame behind your head as you glared at Bucky furiously.

He stood by the edge of the bed with his hands on his hips whilst looking down at you scornfully.

"Kukla, this would be so much better for you if you behaved." He said harshly, "You may even like it here."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, hearing an audible growl from Bucky's chest as you did.

His eyes suddenly darkened and he climbed over you, sitting up so he was straddling your lap, his legs caging yours beneath him.

"Get off me." You snarled up at him.

"No no my little kukla, it's time for us to get to know eachother." He smirked devilishly.

Your heart began racing immediately as his hands gently grazed over your waist, bunching the material until your skin became exposed.

He kept eye contact, gazing at you darkly as he gently pushed your t-shirt higher until your bra was exposed and he left the t-shirt gathered there, finally pulling himself from your gaze to look down at the masterpiece before him.

You didn't know how to react, you knew there was no point in fighting it, part of you didn't want too. Just the feeling of his finger tips on your skin did more to your core than anything you'd ever experienced with John and you hated it, hated that your body was reacting this way, hated that you were too weak to resist.

"Hmmm, here's what's going to happen kukla." Bucky spoke lowly with a growl as he slid his hands up your stomach until he gripped each breast in each hand firmly, massaging them harshly. "I'm going to explore every inch of your beautiful body and you are going to show me that you are capable of listening and following instructions. Got it?"

You simply nodded in response, unable to form any words at the conflicted feelings you were now experiencing.

"Good girl." He growled.

He crawled backwards down the bed, pulling your underwear and trousers off as he retreated and he threw them on the floor behind him as he came to a stand at the side of the bed once more.

He stood there for what felt like hours, casting his gaze over every inch of you as though you were the prey and he was a hunter about to devour his meal.

Your breathing was faltering, your mind swirling already. You had never been looked at like that before, like you were the sexiest thing on the planet and you were enjoying it. Talk about Stockholm syndrome.

Finally Bucky crept onto the bed once more, starting at your feet as he slowly slid his hands across your skin, feeling every part of you. Your feet, your ankles, your legs until he reached your thighs and he let out a low growl as he began pushing them gently apart, revealing your already moist cunt to him, ripe for the taking.

"So so sexy kukla." He grunted as his mouth closed the gap towards your aching core and he dragged his tongue in one drawn out swipe across your entrance, audibly groaning at the taste.

"John is a fucking idiot." He grunted before diving into you.

You gasped loudly, arching your back as the sudden pleasure washed over you. Bucky was greedily lapping you up, nipping and sucking at every part of your pussy, making sure to pay attention to your clit before dipping his tongue into your heat.

Your legs began to shake and writhe, almost clamping at the sides of Bucky's head until he forcefully pushed your hips apart, holding them steady as he continued feasting.

The pleasure was building alarming fast, making your stomach tense and moans to fall from your lips so easily as you tetered on the edge of bliss and torture simultaneously.

You attempted to buck your hips upwards as you felt your orgasm nearing but Bucky caught wind of it and pulled away from your core with a dark chuckle as the promise of ecstacy slipped away from you.

"Oh no Kukla." He smirked, his face glistening with your arousal. "You've not followed my rules today, you are going to learn your place."

With that he dove back in once more, reigniting the fire intensely and it wasn't long before you were on the brink again, trying to surpress the need to beg him, you didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

Right on cue Bucky pulled away once more, leaving you dripping and needy as your orgasm slipped away for a second time.

"Do you still hate me little kukla?" He teased as he stood, removing his clothes without a second thought, his cock springing free and standing to attention, causing you to gulp at the mere sight.

"Yes." You breathed in a stupid act of defiance as your missing orgasm began to stop you from having any rational thoughts.

Bucky chuckled once more, swiping his tongue along his lower lip.

He quickly rejoined you on the bed, placing himself between your legs, his cock teasing your entrance ever so slightly.

You tugged on your ropes at the contact, closing your eyes and breathing deeply before connecting your gaze with Bucky's once more.

"Do you want it?" Bucky teased, pushing the tip more firmly at your entrance.

"What if I say no?" You grunted as a wave of pleasure hit your stomach at the contact, you don't know why you kept fighting.

Bucky scoffed with a smirk, not even giving you the satisfaction of an answer before he took one hard thrust and pushed his whole length inside of you. You screamed loudly at the intrusion as the stretch burnt through you, your back leaving the bed, your wrists yanking harshly at your binds.

"I don't think you really want to say no." Bucky teased, placing a hand on either side of you for support as he began pounding into you.

His movements were harsh and furious but your pussy was getting wetter with each hard hit. Your stomach was tensing and tightening and your eyes were rolling as the pleasure consumed you. You had never experienced anything like it.

"Fuck this pussy is perfect." Bucky groaned before bringing his lips down and biting at your neck.

His hips didn't let up as he kept his pace, hammering into you like it was his last day on earth.

Your pussy began to clench as the euphoria was peaking, ready to explode and you had to hold everything in you, praying he didn't stop.

Bucky felt it immediately, of course he did and he immediately withdrew from you.

"No." You whimpered as you came crashing down once more, tears forming in your eyes at the overwhelming sensation of losing your orgasm for a 3rd time.

Bucky grabbed your hips and flipped you over in one fluid action. The rope twisting above your wrists as you landed face down on the pillow.

"I told you kukla." He grunted as he pulled your hips up, forcing your knees beneath you and your ass in the air. "I can be nice...."

He slammed back into you from behind.

"If you behave. But you didn't."

His onslaught began once more and the new angle had you whimpering at the sudden depth of his cock.

Skin slapping and grunts filled the room as you whimpered into the pillow. Bucky's hands gripped firmly at your hips to enable him to hit harder and faster.

"Please." You begged, "I'm sorry, please."

The pleasure had reached max capacity once more and tears were falling down your face at the sensation. You didn't want to lose it, not again and so you had given in and begged.

"Bad girls don't get rewards." Bucky grunted from behind you, before releasing his cock from inside you, making you cry and scream into the pillow.

He firmly stroked his cock a small number of times before his seed spilled over your ass, marking you as his plaything.

"Maybe next time you'll listen." He said harshly, slapping your ass before removing himself from the bed completely as you panted and whimpered.

You heard the sound of clothes being collected and a door close before you relaxed your body onto the bed.

The only thing you were certain of, is you were well and truly fucked.

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His Possession 

Chapter 13 - Pure Desire 

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Our Character (Lucy)

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

****CHARACTER NOTES****

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

Word Count - 2533

Full Series Masterlist Here

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

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After we had finished eating, Ransom quickly began to clear the plates, bowls and glasses away from the table, signalling that the evening had come to its end. Richard, Linda and I all raised from our chairs and began walking towards the door, stopping in the living room for a few minutes so that we could say our goodbyes to one another as we were joined by Ransom.

"Do you need a lift home Lucy? You've had a few glasses of wine." Asked Richard as he pulled his coat over his arms. Before I had the chance to respond, Ransom cut in, placing his hand discreetly on my back.

"She's going to stay here, she can have my bed and I'll take the sofa." He said confidently, glancing down at me to meet my gaze with a small smile.

"Okay, if you are sure." Continued Richard, glancing in my direction as I quickly nodded in agreement.

"Good bye Son." Richard said, turning his attention to Ransom and pulling him in for a hug. He whispered something into Ransom's ear, though I couldn't hear what, but whatever it was planted a relieved smile on Ransom's face.

"Good night Lucy. If you end up murdering him, just remember, burn the body to get rid of any evidence" Richard joked as he pulled me in for a hug chuckling away.

"I just might use that idea." I teased back as I squeezed him.

"Good night Lucy." Auntie Linda said softly as she replaced Richards arms with her own, squeezing me tightly, before turning to Ransom.

"Good night sweet boy, mummy loves you." She said as she caressed his cheek with her palm and planted a sloppy, drunken kiss on his cheek. Richard took Linda's arm in his, in an attempt to steady her staggered movements, as they headed out of the door and towards their car.

Ransom swiftly shut the door behind them, walking over to the sofa, shouting, "Finally!" and let out a groan as he flopped down onto his sofa with his arms by his sides. His head tipped back onto the top of the sofa as his eyes squeezed shut, the relief that the night was over seemed to be washing over him.

Feeling a sudden wave of confidence, I approached him slowly and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. He lifted his gaze, eyeing me up and down lustfully as I slowly started unbuttoning his shirt silently, before slipping it off over his muscular arms and biting my lip as I admired his sculptured torso.

"What do you want to do now?" I flirted, leaning over to connect my lips to his soft skin, sucking at his neck and grinding my core against his lap as he let out a low moan. His arms reached around, grabbing tightly at my ass cheeks as I continued my teasing movements against him.

"We could watch TV?" I suggested, before sinking my teeth into his neck, awarding me another moan.

"Or maybe we could go for a walk?" I continued, breathing the words against his neck between bites. I slowly slid my hands down his chest, before resting a palm on his hardening bulge.

He gripped the back of my neck, pulling me away from him before looking into my eyes deviously, as my mouth hung open, panting heavily.

"I think I'd rather fuck you." He growled, swiftly standing up and moving his hands to grip my thighs as he carried me with him, forcing me to let out a giggle and wrap my legs tightly around his waist. He pushed his lips onto mine passionately, and proceeded to move upstairs into his room, where he threw me down onto the bed. My wetness was building at a steady rate as the anticipation built, my missing orgasm from the morning only egging me on more as I was desperate for him to finish me off. He stood staring at me from the end of the bed, his eyes hungry and devious, as I lay biting my lip and arching my back, attempting to tease him further. 

Ransom knelt down on the floor and lifted one of my feet that was hanging slightly off the bed before slipping off my heel and leaving a gentle kiss on my ankle. He followed this instantly by repeating this action with the opposite foot, all whilst keeping continuous eye contact with mine. My left leg was then lifted carefully and placed over his shoulder as he began trailing kisses and nipping up the length of it. I closed my eyes to let out a few light moans as my skin tingled beneath each carefully placed kiss, his hands caressing my legs gently as he did so. As his mouth reached the bottom of my dress, he carefully push it up, bunching it around my hips, returning to caressing my hips and thighs as he pulled his hands back down. I could feel my cunt throbbing as it craved every part of him, needing him buried deep inside of me. I ran my hands through his soft hair and gripped it lightly as he started biting and sucking roughly at my inner thighs.

After a few minutes, he trailed his hands up once more, hooking his fingertips into the rim of my underwear, gripping lightly as he slipped them off and they dropped on the ground. My breath hitched as he continued kissing and biting, closer and closer to my folds, before finally lapping his warm tongue gently over my clit, gripping at my hips as he let out his own pleasurable moan at the taste. I couldn't stop myself from letting out my own moans as I felt his hot breath against me, his tongue dipping in and out of my wet folds before sucking at my clit firmly. I writhed beneath him as his work with his mouth continued and I began desperately chasing my orgasm. A fire began burning deep inside and my legs involuntarily closed together due to the pleasure, clamping tightly around his head. His tongue was making me a complete wet mess beneath him, something no man had ever been able to do with solely a tongue before. He placed his hands on my legs and forced them apart again, pinning them down as he started working his mouth and tongue harder against my cunt. My hips bucked as the orgasm got closer, but his grip on my legs held me firmly in place.

The pleasure quickly consumed me, my heart was pounding heavily as my back arched and I screamed, "Fuck!" The orgasm ran through me like lightning, leaving me panting hard and shaking beneath him as my hands tightly gripped his hair. He stayed between my legs a moment longer, collecting my nectar with his tongue as he groaned pleasurably once more. My breathing slowly steadied as the orgasm finished running its course and I lay in disbelief at what this man was able to do to my body, I was a slave to him.

The weight on the bed shifted as he slowly climbed over the top of me, bringing his face to mine and kissing me passionately so I could taste myself on him. As we continued to entwine our tongues together, my need for him consumed me, my body needed him inside me and I didn't want to wait any longer. I quickly reached my hands down and scrambled to undo the button on his trousers, before pushing his trousers and boxers down.

"Tell me what you want baby." He growled at me as he broke the kiss and starting roughly biting and sucking at my neck.

"Mmm, fuck me." I whimpered, placing my hands around his shoulders as a hot flush hit me directly in the core once more.

"I can't hear you baby, say it louder." He growled against my neck.

"Please Ransom." I moaned desperately, "Please fuck me."

He wrapped his hand around my neck tightly, squeezing either side, slowing the blood flow to my brain without putting any pressure on my throat and using his free hand he pulled my leg up and over his shoulder as he slammed his full length into me in one go. He slowly pulled all the way out before slamming into me again, thrusting harder and harder each time, ensuring every inch of his massive length penetrated me. My brain was becoming cloudy and black spots entered my vision as I moaned loudly beneath him, enjoying every second. Minutes went by as our bodies became soaked with sweat, rocking against each other with each pleasurable thrust and the sound of combined moans filled every inch of the room. My body was tightening as another orgasm started building, more ferociously than the last. My cunt was throbbing and clenching around him, both of us moaning and grunting as his hand was still wrapped firmly around my neck. He slammed into me, harder and harder still. I started whimpering loudly as I reached my climax. On cue Ransom released my neck, allowing the blood flow to return to my brain mid orgasm and sending my head into a frenzy, as I came harder than I ever had before, screaming loudly as I gripped the bed sheets as tightly as I could.

Ransom pulled his dick free quickly as I was shaking underneath him and in one swift movement, he flipped me over so I was face down on the bed, panting into a pillow. Without hesitation, landing a hard slap on my ass, he slammed into me again. My orgasm still hadn't finished its course, forcing another one to build at record speed and within minutes I was releasing again, screaming his name as I shuddered beneath him, unable to catch my breath. His grunts became louder and more primal as he continued thrusting in and out of my wet pussy with ease. He grabbed a handful of my my hair and pulled it back, before he finally let out a loud moan and released his seed inside me.

He managed to keep his weight off of my back as I heard him pant above me, all whilst I still struggled to catch my own breath. After a few minutes, he eventually pulled out of me slowly, pressing a kiss on the back of my head before he laid down next to me, gripping his arm around my waist, both of us panting, sweaty and satisfied.

We laid there for at least ten minutes, catching our breath and coming down from the intense high before I felt him sit up, landing a slightly gentler slap on my ass.

"Come on baby, shower." He quietly demanded, but I couldn't move, my body felt heavy and weak, completely overcome with exhaustion. He shifted from the bed and appeared beside me, helping to pull me up as he must have seen my body struggling, still shaking from pleasure. I was manoeuvred to a sitting position before he wrapped me around his waist, lifting me from the bed and carrying me into the bathroom. I buried my face into his neck, breathing in his comforting, strong, perfumed scent, feeling completely shattered. He placed me down carefully, so I was sat on the sink unit as he began running the shower, the room filling with hot steam instantly. Ransom turned back to me and carefully lifted my dress off over my head before taking me in his arms once more, pressing a soft kiss onto my lips and slowly lowering me onto the cold, tiled floor of the shower, underneath the hot running water. Sitting with my knees up close to my chest, eyes closed, I allowed the water to run over me, still trying to catch my breath. I heard Ransom's body hit the floor followed by shuffling, before I felt his legs either side of mine, pressing lightly against my own and he began running his fingertips up and down my arms. It was hard to believe that a few weeks ago, I was full of hatred for this man, a man who I now found myself feeling comfort and contentment in. I opened my eyes slowly under the stream of water to find Ransom gazing at me contently.

"Do you think you can stand so I can wash you?" He asked gently. I nodded and he quickly helped me to my feet. He began running the sponge and soap over my body gently, circling around every inch until he was satisfied, paying particular attention to my arse. I watched as he squirted shampoo into his hand and began gently massaging his fingertips into my scalp, pulling my head forward to place soft kisses on my lips as he did so. When he was happy and the shower was turned off, he wrapped a towel around me and swooped me up into his arms, carrying me like a husband carries a wife over the threshold, before placing my gently on the bed. The exhaustion was unbelievable, I began to wonder if it was because of the long ass emotional day, or the intense sex, whatever the reason, there was no way I would be awake for much longer. Ransom stood above me, glancing down between at my thighs and smirking.

"What is it?" I asked worried, seeing his odd expression.

"Well, there's no way you'll be having sex with anyone else any time soon." He smirked, staring down at me again proudly. I sat myself up slowly to inspect my legs, only to find the insides of my upper thighs lined with small bruises and hickeys, directly by my folds, where he had been rough with me before.

"I wasn't planning on it." I groaned as I flopped back down on the bed, Ransom's lips curling into smile on hearing this. Shortly after, he ran to his wardrobe, grabbing a t-shirt and two pairs of boxers.

"Here, put these on." He said walking over to me and gently helping place the soft grey t-shirt over my head and arms and carefully pulling the plain black boxers up over my legs and bum. He then pulled the second pair of plain, black boxers onto himself. He tugged the duvet firmly, placing it over me, before kissing me on the head and turning to leave the room.

"I'll be downstairs if you need me." He informed me quietly, turning off the light.

"Wait." I whimpered.

"Don't you want to stay with me?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing as I became slightly confused.

"Of course I do Lucy Loo." He replied sincerely, "I just didn't want to put any pressure on you. If you need some space I understand."

"Stay with me, please." I whispered, swallowing deeply before asking once more, "I want you to stay with me." His face lit up, a smile spreading widely as he walked straight back over, sliding into bed next to me and pressing himself against my back, wrapping one arm tightly around my waist.

"Good night Ransom." I whispered, feeling safe and content as my eyes became heavy.

 "Good night Baby." He returned before the room fell silent.

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His Possession 

Chapter 12 - Dinner

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Our Character (Lucy)

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

****CHARACTER NOTES****

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

Word Count - 3472

Full Series Masterlist Here

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

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I gave myself a small pep talk under my breath as I reached the front door.

"Don't freak out yet Lucy, there could be a reasonable explanation. Let's just knock on the door and try not to get mad."

Taking a few deep, calming breathes, I punched three hard knocks against the door. My heart was pounding and a knot in the pit of my stomach appeared making me feel incredibly sick at the thought of what was waiting for me on the other side. The latch clicked and the door breezed opened a few moments later, Ransom stood holding the door knob with his righthand, his other hand tucked into his trouser pocket. He stood before me, wearing a pair of smart, navy trousers, that fit him perfectly, accentuating his bum. He also wore a white tight fitting, long sleeve shirt, his top two buttons undone, exposing part of his chiselled chest. I forgot to breathe as I took in the stunning man stood before me, completely forgetting for a second that I was anxious a few moments earlier. As he laid his eyes on me, they widened as he flushed his eyes up and down my body, taking in every inch of me. He sucked his bottom lip in, biting it seductively, before taking my hand and pulling me in through the door and into the hallway.

"Hey beautiful." He said in a whisper, as he bent over and placed his lips lightly on my cheek. "You look incredible."

"Why are we whispering?" I said smirking back at him flirtatiously.

He smirked back before whispering once more, "Just don't be mad okay." He quickly followed this by placing his hand in the crook of my back and swiftly but gently pushed me into the living room, closing the door behind us. When we rounded the corner into the living room, two familiar faces shot up from the sofa to look at me.

"Lucy!" Exclaimed Auntie Linda, as she lunged from her seat to wrap her arms around me.

"Hi." I choked back as she squeezed me tightly, making it hard to breathe.

"Hello Sweetheart." said Uncle Richard gently as he pulled me away from Linda, taking me into a one armed hug and placed a wet kiss on my cheek.

"When Ransom said you two were talking again and trying to sort yourselves out, we thought he was being delusional." He chuckled as he slowly released me from his grasp, sporting a proud smile. I shot a confused look at Ransom as Richard continued, "But here you are! We are so proud of you both." He finished, pulling us both in for a joint hug.

"Alright, that's enough smushy crap. Would everyone like to go and take a seat please?" Ransom interjected, beaming from ear to ear, as he broke free from his father.

As his parents made their way towards the table, I quickly turned around to look back at Ransom, mouthing 'What the fuck'. He laughed at me discreetly, shaking his head, causing a smile to creep onto my face. I hadn't seen him this happy in a long time. I wasn't even mad about them being here, just confused about why he didn't tell me.

The three of us took our places around the table. Auntie Linda sat next to me on the far side with our backs to the sliding doors and Uncle Richard sat facing Linda, leaving the space closest the kitchen empty for Ransom, opposite me. Ransom had put in a real effort dressing the table for dinner. A white table cloth draped over the entirety of the table, with a grey, granite vase placed directly in the centre with a stunning arrangement of red and white flowers that smelt divine. Circular, slate place-mats sat in front of each place setting, along with a variety of silver cutlery and a few small, tea light candles spanned the length of the table, adding a cotton smell to the already intense aroma.

"What would you all like to drink?" Ransom asked attentively, as he stood at the head of the table, rubbing his hands together. Richard opted for a brandy, myself and Linda settled on rose wine.

"Lucy, would you mind helping me with the drinks so I can plate up dinner?" He asked as he glanced at me with a flirty look in his eye.

"I'll do it." Uncle Richard said, briskly patting his hands on the table and raising himself from his seat.

I quickly interjected and practically jumped from my seat, understanding Ransom's hint.

"No, it's okay Uncle Richard, you sit down I'll go. I'm sure he's not going to murder me in the next few minutes." I raised my eyebrows and smirked, causing him and Linda to let out a laugh as Ransom and I walked into the kitchen, shutting the door behind us. The kitchen smelt even more incredible than the dining room, the smells of fresh vegetables and herbs filling all of my senses. As soon as the door was closed, Ransom backed me up against the closest wall, placing his hands on my hips with a devilish smile plastered across his face.

"What is going on?" I asked, slapping him playfully on the chest before resting both hands there, feeling the soft fabric as I gazed into his deep blue eyes.

"Mum and Dad wanted to come round for dinner and honestly, I didn't want to put up with them without something to look forward to afterwards." He smirked, suggestively. My gaze dropped to his chest as my brain started circling.

"Wait." I said in confusion, "So all that this morning, you telling me you wanted me, was just so you could get me here tonight and fuck me?"

"Oh Lucy Loo." He breathed calmly, placing one of his hands on my face and bringing it to his own before our lips were almost touching. "You know it's much more than that." He pressed his lips onto mine, sending a wave of pleasure through my entire body. I pushed myself into the kiss, desperate to keep hold of the feeling, pushing our bodies together. He pulled away a few seconds later, looking at me intently.

"You're not mad at me?" He asked, gazing into my eyes.

"A little." I shrugged, staring down at his chest as my fingertips brushed along his shirt buttons.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you they were coming. I didn't think you would come if you knew they'd be here." He said softly, brushing his thumb along my cheek. "I need you here with me." I lifted my gaze to meet his once more, seeing the honesty within his eyes and couldn't help but forgive him. It all made sense in a weird way and hearing him say he needed me, ignited something deep within me, not passion or sexual tension, but something softer. For once I wasn't worrying about anything else except being with him.

"I forgive you." I whispered, exhaling deeply. "I just want to relax and enjoy this. What ever it is. For one day at least." He grinned and pulled my face back to his, pressing our lips together once more before he slipped his tongue into my mouth, exploring me thoroughly as his grip tightened on my waist. After a few minutes, we managed to pull away from each other and made our way to the counter where he was working. It was the first time I had actually seen his kitchen.

Along the wall opposite the door, lay a black granite counter top that spanned the entire length of the wall, with grey cupboards fitted underneath it and a sink in the centre. A long, thin window spanned about half the length of the wall overlooking the counter top. On the right side of the room stood a huge black oven, it had at least seven hob rings on the top of it and three doors along the front. The wall running alongside the kitchen door was practically empty, except for a large silver, two doored fridge freezer. The back of the kitchen door had a small set of hooks holding a couple of clean, white aprons and on the left side of the room was a wooden door that was ajar revealing a large pantry, filled to the brim with food and drink. An array of food was sat in pots and pans, simmering and cooking away. Plates were laid out on the counter top along with a variety of different shaped and sized glasses. I selected two wine glasses out of the arrangement and one sherry glass as Ransom collected the selected beverages from the pantry and placed them in front of me. He then reached an arm around me, pressing his chest against my back as he picked up one more wine glass and set it in front of me, kissing me softly on the head before getting to work on the food. I poured the drinks and placed them on a silver tray, carefully carrying them back into the dining room, leaving Ransom in the kitchen.

"We were about to send in a search party." Uncle Richard joked. I laughed, shaking my head at him as I placed the drinks on the table and handed them out before sitting back into my seat.

"It's really nice to see you and Ransom getting on again." Auntie Linda began, "You used to be inseparable when you were small."

"Yeah I remember." I returned with a smile as I took a few sips of the sweet wine.

Linda began laughing to herself as she spoke again, "I remember when you were in primary school, you must have been around seven and you told us all you had your first boyfriend. Ransom was so mad about sharing you that when we got home he trashed his bedroom."

"Wow, he really did that?" I asked with a nervous chuckle. She continued laughing as I stared at her listening intently.

"Yep, he came downstairs crying afterwards saying he'd lost you. He was always very dramatic, even then." She finished, taking a large gulp of her wine, almost finishing the entire glass at once.

"Somethings never change." I joked, awarding me a loud chuckle from her and Richard as Ransom arrived back in the room, placing plates of food in front of us, one at a time, before sitting down opposite me. The food looked incredible. Golden pastry lay encasing a succulent pink meat, surrounded by some kind of mushroom concoction, accompanied by crisp, herby hassle back potatoes, tender stem broccoli and asparagus. Of course he would include an aphrodisiac. I glanced up at him and smiled, biting my lip, he must have read my mind as he quickly returned the flirty smile before looking back around the room.

"This looks insane Ransom." I said proudly, "I didn't even know you could cook."

"Believe it or not, I'm more than just a pretty face." He joked, taking a bite of his food.

"So what were you all laughing about when I walked in?" Ransom asked curiously. Linda, Richard and I began laughing again through mouthfuls of food causing Ransom to glance at me inquisitively, tilting his head slightly.

"Linda was just filling me in on how jealous you were of my primary school boyfriend." I teased, taking in another mouthful of the delicious meal. Ransom's eyes looked panicked as he glanced over to his giggling mother.

"Really mum?" He said sounding slightly annoyed but she kept on giggling. I extended my leg out slightly and rested my foot on the side of his, prompting his face to relax as he allowed himself to let out his own small chuckle.

"So Lucy." Richard interjected, interrupting the laughter. "Have you decided where you want to go next at the firm?"

I shuffled uncomfortably in my seat as the question arrived. The same question that kept on creeping up at all family conversations and one I still had no answer too. Ransom clearly noticed my sudden change in body language and shuffled in his seat, his leg inching closer to mine as he pressed his calf up against mine. It was surprising how much comfort one small touch managed to give me.

"I still don't know." I finally replied, keeping my gaze firmly on my food. "I'm enjoying where I am, so I don't want to rush into anything."

"Sounds like a good plan to me." Ransom said, offering me a reassuring smile.

"And how are things with Frank?" Linda asked. A flush of heat quickly graced my cheeks at the sudden barrage of questions heading my way. I kept my gaze low, eating forkfuls of my meal as I thought how best to answer the question, aware that Ransom held his gaze firmly on me in anticipation of my answer.

"Ermm, fine I guess." Was all I could come up with as I reached for my glass and took a large swig of wine.

"That doesn't sound convincing." Enquired Richard, raising an eyebrow in my direction. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, no it's fine. I'm just not sure he's the one, you know?" I added nervously, glancing over at Ransom who was trying to conceal a smile. Richard offered me a reassuring smile, realising I was uncomfortable discussing it and turned his attention to his son.

"What about you son? Any special lady in your life at the moment?" He asked, nudging Ransom's shoulder with his own.

Ransom rolled his tongue along his bottom lip, scoffing slightly before answering, "I've got my eye on someone." Quickly following by flicking his gaze towards me and flashing a quick wink whilst the others were too busy focusing on their food to notice the gesture. A flash of heat ran straight to my core as I struggled to conceal my own smile, forcing another bite of food into my mouth.

"As if he'd ever let us meet her anyway." Linda scoffed in annoyance, awarding her a frustrated glare from Ransom. Richard scowled at his wife before continuing his conversation with his son.

"Have you thought about what you are going to do now you are back son?" Richard asked.

Ransom shrugged, whilst pushing his last few pieces of food around on his plate, "I don't know. I was thinking about maybe opening a restaurant." He practically muttered. The way he spoke was strange, he was almost sad, glancing down at his food without making eye contact with anyone.

"Wow, you really like cooking then?" I asked comfortingly, trying to encourage him to open up more, but as he attempted to open his mouth, he was interrupted.

"Really Ransom?" said Linda raising her voice "That's not really achievable is it. I hope you aren't expecting Dad and I to front the money."

"I'm not expecting anything from you." Ransom snapped back hastily. I was shocked, I was normally the one in the middle of the arguments, not sat listening to one, I now understood how everyone else felt when me and Ransom would argue. I was so shocked at seeing this side of Linda and suddenly felt very protective of Ransom.

"Maybe you could..." I started to say before I was quickly cut off by Linda continuing her rant at Ransom.

"Of course Dear, that's what you always say. I don't want your money, I want to be independent. Then you are off traipsing around the world, calling us to bail you out when you get short of cash. We bought you this house so you had something to come back too, a base to work from so you could start a career. Not so you could come up with some other way to syringe more money out of us." Linda continued bitterly. Ransom's fists hit the table loudly, sending vibrations through everyone as he shot up from his seat.

"I'm going to go and get the deserts" He snapped and he stormed from the room. After a minute of awkward silence, Richard quickly spoke.

"Why did you have to do that Linda?" Richard snapped quietly towards his wife, "You've upset him now."

"I'll go and help Ransom." I said gingerly as I quickly got up from my seat, not wanting to be in the middle of another argument.

"Maybe, bring in another bottle of wine." Uncle Richard replied, winking at me, feeling my anxiousness at the tension. Linda's face was seething.

Stepping into the kitchen I saw Ransom stood with his arms pressed on the counter top, his head down.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly.

"I just need a minute." He said under his breath, without moving an inch from his position.

Without wanting to press, I made my way over to the pantry to grab another bottle of wine. As I was searching the pantry, scanning my eyes over the large selection of wines to find another rose, I felt a hot flush as a body was suddenly behind me, pressing against my back. Ransom brought his hands up to the back of my neck, gently moving my hair to reveal my bare neck to him, before placing his hands on my arms gently.

I felt his hot breath approach as he began kissing and nipping at my neck. I could practically feel his despair as he placed the wet kisses over my skin. His right hand began wandering slowly around my collarbone, caressing the skin contently before dipping underneath the rim of my dress and cupping my breast tenderly. I let out a low hum, as he moved his other hand around my waist, gripping me in place tightly. He massaged my breast gently, continuing to suck and kiss my neck while I stood still, humming every few seconds, allowing him to explore me, feeling his sorrow.

I finally understood why he needed me here today. He needed support, comfort and I was the one he wanted to give it to him. After a minute he released his lips from my neck, bringing his mouth level to my ear.

"Can we get rid of them yet? I want you. Right now." He panted into my ear. My body was hot, pleasure coursing through me at the offer. I wanted nothing more than to jump at the chance, but it wouldn't be that easy, Richard wouldn't allow it to end that way, at least I thought he wouldn't anyway. Slipping myself free from his grasp, I span to face him.

"Let's just get through desert, okay?" I said softly, lifting my hand up to brush his cheek as I could see the vulnerability in his eyes, something I'd never seen in him before. I pulled his face down to mine, pressing my lips against his.

"Come on." I encouraged playfully, after breaking the kiss. Turning back around my fingers clasped around the neck of a bottle of wine and I brushed past Ransom, turning back to poke my tongue out in an attempt to make him smile, witnessing a slight curl of his lip before I left the kitchen.

On re-entering the dining area, Linda and Richard were both red faced and looked like they had been arguing, both sat deliberately not looking at each other.

"Perfect!" Richard shouted as I handed him the bottle and he swiftly filled up Linda, Ransom's and my glass, before sitting back down and staring at his wife, glancing at her and then her wine almost indicating that he wanted her to drink. She lifted the glass, drinking down its entire contents quickly before placing the glass back in front of Richard. He didn't hesitate to pour her another and we all sat in awkward silence for a few minutes before Ransom re-appeared, holding 4 bowls and placing them in front of us.

They were filled with some kind of elegant looking chocolate cake, with shards of chocolate and flecks of edible gold littered on top. I glanced at him and he at me, before I reached out my leg and pressed it against the side of his once more, in an attempt to comfort him discreetly. He allowed his gaze to meet mine, offering me a small smile.

"So.." I chirped cheerily, trying to cut the tension. "Do you remember when we went on the camping holiday in the midlands and Ransom sat on an ants nest." I smiled at him teasingly.

 "Wow, thanks for reminding me." Ransom laughed, his face relaxing, slowly followed by Linda and Richard. It had certainly done the job and it wasn't long before we were all laughing and joking again. Linda was seemingly more drunk with each passing minute as she polished off yet another glass of wine. We continued like this, conversing happily until our bowls were finally empty.

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The Marriage Game - Series Masterlist

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

Part 1 - An Unlikely Meeting

Part 2 - Introductions

Part 3 - Jealousy

Part 4 - Potential

Part 5 - Craving

Part 6 - Dinner Roulette

Part 7 - Dinner Roulette 2

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The Marriage Game

Part 6 - Table Roulette

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

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

Word Count - 2198

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

More coming soon!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I guess we are neighbours." He chuckled.

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

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

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

"Pleasure." I replied. 

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

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

"Hate it." I laughed nervously in response. 

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

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

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

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

"Your turn." I said laughing with him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mickimoo1409]

His Possession 

Chapter 11 - A Difficult Decision

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Our Character (Lucy)

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

****CHARACTER NOTES****

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

Word Count - 2563

Full Series Masterlist Here

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

🖤

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes and no." I whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ahh shit, sorry dad." I responded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mickimoo1409]

His Possession 

Chapter 10 - Cat and Mouse

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Our Character (Lucy)

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

****CHARACTER NOTES****

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

Word Count - 2635

Full Series Masterlist Here

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

🖤

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

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

"Lucy, finally." He breathed in relief.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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His Possession 

Chapter 9 - Disappointment

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

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

****CHARACTER NOTES****

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

Word Count - 2789

Full Series Masterlist Here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Escape

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

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

Word Count - 2826

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh...hi.." Dalton said. 

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

"AHH it was nuthin." He chuffed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He detached himself from your lips as you panted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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His Possession

Chapter 8 - Making It Work

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Our Character (Lucy)

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

****CHARACTER NOTES****

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

Word Count - 2972

Full Series Masterlist Here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'8.22PM- Can we talk. R x'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thankyou." I whispered as our lips separated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mickimoo1409]

His Possession 

Chapter 7 - Darkness Looms

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Our Character (Lucy)

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

****CHARACTER NOTES****

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

Word Count - 3316

Full Series Masterlist Here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mickimoo1409]

Intoxication - Birthday Present 

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

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

Word count - 6394

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

Adapted from my intoxication series on wattpad. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Everything okay?" He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Go ahead." He whispered against your ear. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"God I missed that." Ransom panted.

"Me too." You agreed, panting lightly.