#Ransom drysdale rp

[unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men]

18+ no minors please this is an NSFW blog with mature topics discussed,any ageless,blank blogs will be blocked.Sorry not sorry!

Mun is 40, she/her

Asks and DM's are always open, feel free to ask me anything 

I have 5 muses right now that I can currently RP with (Bio for them will follow) so when sending asks or dms please specify who you're interested in rp'ing with.

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SFW and NSFW are fine and depending on what it is either send it in an ask, or I can be tagged in it. Try to keep the spicer stuff for asks.

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Dark/violent story lines can be done just discuss them in DM's first, and both parties have to agree on things.

Limits: scat, watersports,feet, age play and pet play (if you're unsure if something is a limit of mine please ask first)

Story lines will be separate unless both parties agree on it

Do not bring drama,hate,trash talking,ultimatums. No jealousy towards role play partners, not lying and no spamming. Just be smart about things, I do have a life outside of Tumblr but I will try my hardest to reply and answer asks I just ask that everyone be courteous and decent. I will not tolerate any of this and you will be blocked.

Muse list after read more

Dean Winchester

“I’m Dean Winchester, I’m an Aquarius, like long walks on the beach and frisky women. Me and my brother Sammy hunt the things that go bump in the night, yeah that’s right we’re hunters. Family business and all. There isn’t anything I won’t do to protect my brother, even if it means sacrificing myself. My car Baby is the best Sammy and I  have a lot of memories in it and it's been in some tough situations but it’s always dependable unlike most people, oh and I love pie and classic rock. Remember driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cake hole. So if you think you have a ghost problem or maybe some ghoul stuff give me a call”

Lloyd Hansen

“Hello Sunshine! I don’t know why I need to say anything about myself. I should be pretty well known by now, but sure let me tell you about my favorite subject…me. I used to work for the CIA but then I decided why not freelance and be my own boss, which means my own rules. I’m sure everyone wants to know why I left the CIA, well it’s simple. I like doing things in lets say non ethical, non legal ways and that ruffled some feathers I guess, too bad for them I guess. Sent me to do a job to get some flash drive and had the biggest thorn in my ass….Court Gentry, dickhead messed up my hand and well that was my torture and shooting hand. Need something dealt with Sunshine you know how to find me”

Ransom Drysdale

“I don’t like you and I can guarantee you won’t like me,but you’ll probably love my money, well my family's money. I’ve been called many names, some of my favorite Trust Fund prick, asshole, jerk and many more, but what’s funny is everyone once you find out you have money everyone has their grubby hands out. I’m probably the most interesting, fascinating person you will ever meet and I will make your dull little life exciting. The only person I care about is me, myself and I, and when I found out my grandfather was cutting me out of his will, well I couldn’t let that happen could I did what I had too. And what was that you ask, you didn’t ask? Well too bad I’m telling you anyway, nothing short of murder (twice, wow I know) and I tried to frame the help. Just a normal day when you have money, so if I’m bored I might want to talk depends on my mood.

Rebecca Allen

Rebecca Allen was a woman with a bright future, that all changed the day she became Pandora Celestia. The day was ordinary until it wasn’t, the explosion should have killed her but instead it turned her into something more. As she lay close to death the terrigen mist enveloped her,keeping death away and giving her powers beyond her knowledge. Visions, terrible and horrible, are always destined to come true. She was able to peer inside of people’s minds and sway them to her will, and after enough practice could hone her powers into a physical weapon.

And thus Pandora Celestia was born, the powers she wielded terrified her and every time she feared she would lose control and either she would be destroyed or the power would over take her. Eventually she learned to hide her powers hoping that one day she could learn to control them and use them for good. Trying to help those she can, she's always vigilant to not over use her powers but to do everything she can to help anyone who needs it.

(art from Pinterest)

Cassandra Pendragon “Cassie”

Age: 200+ (long life from powerful witchcraft and being a shifter)

Cassandra Pendragon or Cassie as was called by friends, came from a long line of witches going all the way back to King Authur. She was rather proud of that aspect of her family tree, it gave her some credibility in case her skills were ever questioned. And it wasn’t often that her skills were questioned, but mistakes could be made. Speaking of mistakes, the other half of her family was what most people in the witch/magic community deemed “Undesirable” ; it was always thought that being a shifter made magic weak. Cassie on the other hand found that to not be the case, in fact she felt her magic was stronger for it. When she shifted her magic complimented her form, she became what she called a mystic wolf.

Abilities: Powerful spells and hexes, the ability to turn into a wolf or cat

Once witches and shifters alike found out about her she was shunned by both groups, witches feared the amount of power she had, and shifters didn’t normally trust witches so this made them even more wary. After taking various odd jobs, one went south and a witch and shifter were killed.Cassie received the blame and was hunted, always on the run she did what she had to in order to survive. She wasn’t against killing but it was only done if there was no other option. While on the run she realized she could turn into a simple house cat. Being a house cat was great to gather information and hide. Deciding she needs to set her name right she sets out to find the real killers so she can go back to her “normal life”

Ophelia Deathholme

Age: 40

Abilities: Can resurrect the dead, can communicate with the dead and has the abilities of the dead she encounters.

(dividers made by @saradika-graphics) (art from Pinterest)

Necromancy the practice of communicating with the dead in order to predict the future, that was at least the actual definition of the word.To Ophelia Deathholme it was more than just the plot to a book or movie it was part of her job, she used her talents to raise the dead working as a coroner for the police. The dead needed a voice, someone to get them justice, to help their families move on, to help the departed to move on. Initially she was met with skepticism. People thought she was taking advantage of the families by giving them “false” hope, that changed when she brought back a young woman who had been brutally murdered.

The family and officers were in the room and Ophelia kept trying to tell them all that her story wasn’t over, after being told numerous times to just do her job she took matters into her own hands. Normally the bigger the sacrifice the bigger the return, since all Ophelia needed was the young woman to speak she just used a small amount of her own blood. Speaking the words she knew too well the young woman sat up staring at Ophelia, the family was shocked and one of the cops passed out. Ophelia looked at the woman, her voice soft “Who killed you?” The young woman swallowed hard and paused as if trying to figure out the answer. 

Everyone watched as the woman began to point, suddenly the lights went out and movement could be heard. Suddenly screaming broke out, then nothing, Ophelia backed up until she was touching the dead woman. She felt a whisper in her ear “He will find you little necromancy he wants your power by any means necessary.” Swallowing hard Ophelia the lights turned on and she was shocked at what she saw, everyone in the room was dead and arranged to spell her first name.

The young woman looks at her family sadly before turning back to Ophelia “He has been watching you, watching your power grow until the time is right. He will come for you and try and tempt you, do not allow him to. He will destroy the world and you will be his tool” The young woman coughs hard and smiles “Thank you for giving me justice, my father killed me in a fit of anger and now I can rest” The young woman motions Ophelia to move closer “We the dead wish to help you, we shall lend you our gifts for you will need them.” The air changes and Ophelia gasps as she feels power flowing into her, falling to the floor she passes out.

Waking hours later she feels strangely refreshed,standing she cries out in pain. Finally standing she makes her way to a sink and looks in the mirror at a large jagged wound across her face.

“Great just great” “I recommend cleansing the wound and then applying butterfly bandages to the wound” Looking Ophelia sees a young nurse, quickly realizing that she was a ghost. The ghost smiles and bows and walks over to Ophelia and walks into her, her eyes roll back into her head as she begins taking care of her wounds. Once finished the ghost leaves Ophelia’s body and bows again before leaving, gasping as she sits on the floor, realizing that now not only can she raise the dead  but they can use their skills to help her. Realizing she has this power she uses it to still help the dead but now must figure out who has been watching her and why.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Following Team Orders ~ Abu Dhabi

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Summary: Olivia Williams is Formula One royalty. Her father is a racing legend and all Liv wants is to be one of only six women in the world to have raced in the most elite racing division in the world. When she finally gets the chance, she has to not only take on a male dominated sport, but her past, her teammate and a life beyond the track that she was not ready for. She just has to follow team orders but what happens when one man challenges her on and off the racing line...

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: This is it! The last chapter of Following Team Orders. There is an epilogue. Let me know if you want it sooner rather than later. Its been a joy to write this and I'm super sad its over. ~ A.D.R.

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Andy Barber has never been a smug man.  He was loyal and humble, working hard to be the best principle leader in F1. Sure, it was hard to leave his son Jacob during the school year but his ex-wife made sure he was taken care of.  He was only proud when his son and his crew did well.  

Except today.  

Today, Andy was a smug little shit as he watched Lloyd Hansen squirm like the little weasel he is. The dirtbag has been a pain in Andy’s ass since he stole his way into his principalship with Mercedes away from Levinson three years ago.  It really was a shame.  Ari was a four-time world champion and knew his way around the tracks. Mercedes may have won with Hansen at the helm, but their integrity was ruined.  

“Mr. Hansen,” the FIA official, Coulson, started, “we have some questions for you concerning video presented to us by Red Bull Racing.”  

Lloyd looked like a trapped cat, eyes darting back and forth from official to Andy to Drysdale.  He was looking for a way out. His heart stopped when security was at each door.  He stood up straight and looked at Andy.  “I’m sure that Mr. Sunshine here has something that is completely false.”  

Andy smiled.  “I thought you might say that.”  He pulled out the tablet and hit play, spinning the screen around so Ransom and Lloyd could see.  

“Well, the car is here,” Ransom said, looking it over. “Any idea on what to do to it?” 

“We need it to fire and run like normal in the beginning.”  Lloyd looked around and found a screwdriver.  He uncovered a panel and pulled a hose. “So, what I’m thinking is to poke a hole in the fuel line and cover it with cheap tape. It’ll fire but as the race goes on, the tape will melt and fuel will leak.  If we are lucky, the entire engine blows.”  

“Could that kill him?” 

Lloyd shrugs and smiles.  “Do you care?” 

“Not really.” Ransom gave him a devious smile. “I was practicing my fake concern.  We should make sure we wipe down the car for prints.”  

“Finally, you’re thinking with your brain instead of your dick.  Good job, little buddy.”  

“Anyone ever tell you, you’re an asshole?” 

“All the time.” 

“That is so interesting,” Coulson said.  “A formal complaint was filed by Red Bull and Ferrari concerning your actions, Mr. Hansen.  We’ve also contacted the owner of Mercedes and he will be meeting with you and us in a few minutes.  Security will escort you there and your passes have been revoked to all garage and paddock areas.  If you could follow Mr. Odinson, please,” gesturing to the blond security guard.  

Lloyd sneered at Andy. “This isn’t over, Barber. The only reason that little bitch is even racing is because she has her daddy’s name, she has Rogers’s cock in her, and she was Drysdale’s whore. You know it and I know it. She wouldn’t be here, unless you are also tapping that ass.” Lloyd smirked and puffed his chest. “You, that pompous prick and slut princess will not take away all my hard work.  I am Mercedes.”  

Andy didn’t blink.  He reared his arm and punched Lloyd in the face.  Crimson billowed from his nose as Lloyd falls to the ground. “Don’t ever talk about my little girl like that ever again,” Andy growled.  “She may not be my blood, but she is mine and you will do well to remember that. She earned her place here and when she becomes a champion, I hope you get to see it from a cell, serving time for attempted murder.” 

The security guard hauled Lloyd up and took him out while he yelled in pain about needing a Vicodin.  Coulson turned back to Ransom, who had gone pale.  “Mr. Drysdale, concerning your actions...” 

“I never touched the car,” Ransom started. “That was all Lloyd.”  

“We can see that Mr. Drysdale, but you also didn’t say anything.  The FIA directors don’t want an uproar with the fans with the last race of the season coming. Therefore, you are still racing but any award monies, perks, etc, will be void at the end of the season.  If you win, your name will be listed as a champion, with an asterisk.  However, the following season, you will be suspended for the year.”  

“That’s not fair! I didn’t do anything!” 

“You tagged three drivers this year that caused some serious injuries. Then this.  You are lucky that is all that is happening to you.  Mr. Wolff is waiting for you to join them.”  

Ransom glared at Andy. “I will beat him tomorrow, and my name will be in the record books again.”  

Andy smirked. “We’ll see about that. Have fun in that meeting.”  He watched as Ransom’s face fell again and walked away with another security guard to the Mercedes area.  Andy let out a breath and turned to Coulson. “Anything else?” 

“No we just need statements from Adler, Storm, Stark and Barnes about their involvement in the set up. I’m glad that you had a spare car to set up and catch them.  Makes me wonder who else they have tampered with to gain an edge.”  

“I’m just happy that Fury is a conniving son of a bitch who thought of it.” Andy chuckled as he shook his head.  “I need to talk to my drivers and oversee the packing to Abu Dhabi.”  

“Not a problem.  Thank you, Mr. Barber, for your cooperation.”  The men shook hands and Coulson left.  

News coming from the Mercedes camp that principal Lloyd Hansen has been fired effective immediately due to a change of direction within the team.  This is coming from left field as we had not heard of any dissent from the team this year.   

Drivers Ransom Drysdale and Lance Tucker are up for contract negotiations at the end of the season and with Hansen leaving, we’ll have to keep an eye out to see if this will impact negotiations or if the team decides to completely change their drivers.  Especially since Drysdale is still in the hunt for his third consecutive championship as we end our season in Abu Dhabi. He and Steve Rogers are just one point apart, so the winner takes it all in our season finale.  

Olivia has been woken up in different ways in her life. With water by her best friend, by being jumped on by her sister, sweetly by her parents.  But her favorite way is the current way, with Steve currently lapping at her entrance. “Stevie,” she moaned.  

“Morning Doll,” she could feel him smirk as he went back to work. He tasted, teased, took her apart with just his tongue. She squirmed and he pinned her down. “I’m just congratulating you again on your pole.”  

“Stevie, please, I need to cum.”  

“Let go beautiful. I love watching you cum.”  He kept going, wanting to feel her channel clench around his tongue.  

“Need. More,” she panted, crying out when Steve buried two fingers into her. He curled them into her spot, and it sent her flying over the edge.  He worked her through it, slowing down gradually to make the orgasm lasts.  When the tension finally released from her thighs, he kissed her skin until he was between her legs.  He kissed her, knowing she could probably taste herself on his lips.  

He grabbed his cock and swiped through her folds, catching her clit and she jolted. He chuckled before sliding in, watching her face contort with pleasure.  He was slow, letting her feel every ridge, every vein of his cock against her walls but thrusting as deep as he could.  She choked at the force but sighed at the mounting pleasure. Steve began to kiss her neck and behind her ear, knowing it was starting to drive her wild.  

What he wasn’t expecting was for her to flip them over, never letting his cock out of her pussy, and begin to bounce on him.  Her hands ran up her torso, stopping at her nipples and tweaking them, making her moan louder.  “Hey,” Steve exclaimed.  He batted her hand away from her chest.  “Those are mine.”  He thumbed them softly before pinching them hard, causing Liv to wail.  He took one hand off and grabbed her hip to keep her moving.  

He felt the familiar heat flash across his belly, signally his end was coming. “Fuck Liv, Doll, tell me you are close,” Steve pleaded with her.  

“Just let go,” she panted as she sped up her hips.  

“Baby, not before you,” he growled.  He got both hands on her hips and pulled her down hard and he thrusted up, making Liv see stars.  She cried out from the sinful pleasure as the coil in her belly coiled even more tightly.  “Just. Let. Go,” he growled, punctuating with a hard thrust up on each word.  Liv was lost, sobbing as her orgasm washing through her, gripping him tightly.  She sagged forward, Steve quick to catch her to slow her fall onto his chest.  Just a couple more snaps and he was done, his cum flooding her, making her warm from the inside.  

The room was silent, bar the pants of breath coming from the couple as they calmed their hearts. Steve looked down his chest to see his favorite brown eyes looking back at him.  “I’d say that’s the best way to start the season finale, don’t you think?” 

Liv giggled as she pressed a kiss to his sweaty chest.  “Couldn’t agree more, love.” He was still in her, leaving her feel satisfied and full until her phone rang.  She groaned at the sound and Steve chuckled, moving carefully to reach for it.  

“It’s Andy.”  

She grumbled at the interruption but didn’t allow Steve to pull out.  She gave him a wicked grin and answered.  “There had better be a good reason for calling so early, Boss.”  

“You’re wake up call is in 30 Olivia, don’t sass me.  And don’t roll your eyes,” as she proceeded to roll them.  

“You are worse than my dad sometimes.” She swiveled her hips slightly, make Steve close his eyes and clench his jaw to keep from moaning.   

“I love you too.  I need you to come down and meet with the officials again for about ten minutes.  They need a statement about Drysdale for his case.”  

Liv sighed.  “Alone?” She bit her lip as Steve grazed her clit with his thumb. 

“I’ll be there but yes.  They need to speak to Rogers alone as well right after you.”  

“Fine, I’ll shower and dress. But I want coffee.”  

Andy chuckled. “Will have it ready.”  He hung up and Liv looked at Steve.  

“We have to give statements about Ransom. Separately.” She sighed. “I guess you have to get out of me now, which by the way, I now hate the feeling of you pulling out.” She sat up on his lap.  

“Trust me, I know the feeling.  I like you keeping me warm.”  He jutted his hips up slightly, hearing her gasp at the fact that he was still half hard in her. “So, let’s shower.”  He sat up and grasped her hips.  She giggled as she wrapped her legs around him and he carried them into the shower.  “No reason to separate just yet.”  

As Steve walked into his own interview with the officials, Liv made her way to the café inside the lobby, looking for a refill on her coffee.  She was in line when a cup was put in front of her.  “Mocha?”  She followed the hand to see Ransom standing next to her, a sad smile on his face.  

“I can get my own,” she replied, turning back to face the line and counter.  

“Please, Livie, I just want to talk,” Ransom pleaded with her.  

Liv rolled her eyes. “Fine, you have two minutes.”  She snatched the cup from his hands and headed to a table in the corner. She sat facing the door to watch for Steve. 

“Have you talked to the FIA?” 

“Yes.”  

Ranson grimaced. “Can I ask about what you said?” 

“The truth. About our relationship and how you asked me to come back.  How I refused.” Liv took a sip to see if Ransom would say anything else. “What is it?  Why can’t you leave me alone?” 

“I just wanted to ask for a chance Liv. I know I messed up.  I know that I ruined what we had but I’ve changed.”  

“You’ve changed?” She scoffed.  “You are exactly the same.  I know you helped your sister get to Steve.  I know that you saw Lloyd try and kill Steve by tampering with his car.  I know that, somehow, you weaseled your way to stay in the race this weekend.”  

“Liv, please.”  

“No! Fuck you,” she seethed. “You broke me when you cheated with those moto-hos. You broke me when I was planning our future and you were flaunting the girls you were with. You are a selfish prick who helped someone try and kill the love of my life.” She was raging but trying to keep her voice low. “I forgive you for the past but not for that.  Please don’t ever speak or approach me again unless it is for work. We are not friends, we will never be lovers again. Good bye Ransom.”  

She pushed out of her seat and dumped the coffee in the trash.  Steve was standing in the entry way, having seen Liv with Ransom. “Everything ok?” 

She ran into his arms and buried her face into his chest. “I told him to fuck off and never speak to me again unless it was for work.” She looked up at him. “As I don’t have a ride for next year, it shouldn’t be a problem.  I’ll be your cheerleader not a driver.”  

Steve smiled softly.  “Ya, you will.”  He kissed her gently. “C’mon beautiful, we got a race to finish.”  

Abu Dhabi was the final race of the season and it was under the night stars. Fitting since it seemed like fate, destiny, whatever you want to call it was calling.  The air was tense as Team Red Bull and Team Mercedes were batting for those final points and declare a champion.  

Liv threw a wrench into the plan by qualifying on pole, Steve and Ransom right behind her.  She knew today, she had to help Steve stay ahead of Ransom so he could earned more points and win his first championship.  As she walked along the garages for the last time as a driver, Liv felt peace.  She had done what she had set out to do.  Win in Formula One.  She didn’t have a ride, that was harsh but she did find love.  A true love that she had studied and read about.  And while their start was unconventional, their ending was just the beginning.  

She walked and waved to the drivers that had become friends.  Charles, Johnny, Chase, Sebastian, Lewis, Max, so many who stood by her during the darkest time of her career.  It wasn’t a forever goodbye, as she planned on traveling with Steve, but it was a farewell to a dream.  

As she approached her garage, a deep timber called out to her.  “Miss Williams?” 

“Yes?” She spun around to see Ari Levinson in front of her.  He was a legend, a four time champion of the sport and the new head of Mercedes after Lloyd was dismissed.  “Mr. Levinson.”  

“Please call me Ari.”  He offered his hand, and she took it.  

“Olivia.”  

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve been watching you all season Olivia. You are fantastic.  A champion in the making.”  

Liv blushed.  “Wow, that means a lot, coming from you.  My father was a fan of yours.”  

“I was a fan of his.” He smiled.  “I want to offer you something.”  

“Ok,” she said.  “What is it?” 

“A spot. For next year.”  

Liv was stunned.  “I’m sorry Ari but...” 

“Ransom and Lance are being let go of their contracts this year.  We are rebuilding the team and I want you to be our new number one driver.”  

“Me?” She squeaked. 

Ari smiled. “I see a lot of potential and I think it would be a good fit. I’ve spoken to Andy, and he agrees. If he had a spot, it would have been yours already.”  

“I’m honored, really, I just, I don’t know what to say.”  

“Have a good race Olivia. We’ll talk after you have a chance to think.  But, the future of Mercedes is yours. Especially since we are looking at Charles LeClerc as our second driver.”  They shook hands again and Liv started to walk, no, float back to the garage.  

Steve could see the faraway look on his girl’s face. It wasn’t her angry, thinking face, no, he’s seen that plenty of times this past year.  No, this one was closer to the one he sees when she is about to reach her peak.  That thought made him frown.  Who was making his girl this happy?  He took a step towards her until Sam stopped him and told him to get into the car.  Guess that conversation would have to wait.  

Bucky straps in Olivia, checking to make sure she’s ok.  He clips on the radio.  “Bug, can you hear me?” 

“Copy.”  

“Remember to breathe.  If you can block safely, do it.”  

“I got it Bucky.”  

“But if you can win, then do it.” She twisted her head to look at him and he smirked. “It's been an honor to be your crew chief.”  

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” she replied.  The engine was fired up and they were off to start the final race of the season.  

It's smooth for the most part.  Liv keeps everyone behind her until the pits stops when Ransom manages to get ahead of her.  But not in front of Steve.  Liv has a front row seat to the battle of the season as Steve and Ransom duke it out to be called the Formal One Champion.  Liv is close but not close enough to pass.  She sees a flash of a move. “Bucky?” 

“Go Bug.”  

“I think Ransom is getting ready to tag Steve.  He’s drifting on the line.”  

“Copy.”  

Bucky relays the information to Sam. “Steve?” 

“Go Sam.”  

“Watch your six.  It looks like Ransom might try and tag at the end of turn 12.”  

“Shit. Copy.”  

Steve watches his mirrors and can see what Liv saw.  He’s off the racing line, just a fraction but into turn 12, it will hit his wheel and spin him.  He’s three corners away when he sees what he can do.  He accelerates through turn 11 and cuts the corner at 12, making a “mistake” but not really as Ransom hits the curb at an angle, spinning himself in the process.  Liv misses the chaos from behind as Steve is forces to give us his spot as it was an advantage and gives Liv back the lead.  

“What is he doing?” Olivia asked.  

“He’s winning fair Liv,” Bucky replied.  “He wants to claim first place on even strength.  Show him what you got Liv.”  

Head down, pedal to the metal and Liv and Steve are fighting it out for first.  Ransom’s spin put it back on third but if he is not able to catch up, Steve wins, and its all over.  If he can catch him, Ransom can pull head and win.  

Its close, too close and Andy can barely watch.  But on the second to last lap, Liv over corrects and Steve tries to maneuver around.   

Checked flags.  

Steve Rogers has won his first Formula One Championship.  

Pulling into the winner's circle, Steve takes a moment before climbing out. He closes his eyes and reflects.  Everything he went through, every moment of heartbreak and pain, love and happiness, fear and regret was all worth it.  He unclips himself and stands on top of his car, shaking his arms in the air in celebration.  He looks to see Olivia climbing out as well, her mistake costing her the win but the smile on her face would never tell you otherwise.  

Steve jumps down and jogs over to her as she pulls off her helmet.  “Did you do that on purpose?” 

“Hell no,” she replied. “You may have won today but next year, I’ll own you.”  

“Next year?” 

“Ari Levinson is the new principal at Mercedes.  He asked me to be their number one driver.  Can’t think of a better way to spend the year than kicking my boyfriend’s ass.”  

He smiles wide.  “Bring it on Williams.”  

“Congratulations Rogers.” She stood up on her tippy toes and Steve leaned down to kiss her.  

Championship: check 

Got the girl: check 

Happily, Ever After: well, he’ll see when he brings out the ring he bought for her in Paris and ask her to be his wife.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃   /  𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞

[ransomheld]

woke up in the cell ,  where am i at ?   yeah, it's cold ,  but i like that .  what am i ,  trapped ?   heart's beating out of my chest ,  door's locked ,  but the keys are in my hands ,  hmm ,  yeah ,  that's weird ,  it doesn't make sense ,  does it ?

[karoliinewashere]

These are definitely your vibes @officiallyransomdrysdale

"i could fix him" yeah? well i could accept him as he is. you don't like the murder? grow up. the atrocities are part of him and ive decided they're funny

[uncensored-steve-the-platypus]

Isn’t it always?

it’s thinking about ransom drysdale hours 🤤

[sunshine-on-my-mind]

alright here goes… i have technically written this many times but i wasn’t confident enough to post it, it either stayed in my drafts or i simply erased it. so yeah as silly it may sound, i don’t have a lot of people to talk to irl, i am not very social irl, but sometimes i do want to have someone with whom i can talk, share things and be myself.

so here i am officially posting about finding character nonnies to talk to with. i know everyone is busy and i respect that, still if someone would want to take out their precious time and talk to me and give me time, it would mean so much to me.

i am mostly pretty active here and it’s alright if you take time to reply but if we could at least talk once a day, i would love that. i often can’t reach out to people because of the fear of being clingy so trust me when i say, it was really really difficult for me to post this. i am kinda nervous.

preferably via DMs otherwise asks.

but it’s really really important for you to be 18+ (preferably 20+) minors do not interact please!! please!!

i was already very doubtful about posting this, so if you are a minor please do not interact. it’s a request!

NSFW can be discussed but mainly i want someone to be kind to me, care about me, to ask about my day or how i am, fluffy stuff, and so on.

Nonnies i am looking for should preferably be Chris Evans characters, I have seen all his movies so I know all his characters.

this is because most of his characters radiate comfort and warmth, i really like that

But I would also like to interact with other Marvel characters.

we can discuss everything like what topics we are comfortable with, how you would like to portray the characters, our limits and so on…

a little about me: hi! you can call me Meera, I am a plus size 22 year old girl, my pronouns her (she/her) i am not very social but i like talking to people on this site, i have been lucky to be able to interact with some great people. so if you would want to take out some time and interact with me, it would be great. i am funny sometimes, my humour is one of the things i like about myself. sometimes i feel insecure about the way i look, but i am trying to accept myself more. i can say that i am a good friend, and i try be kind to people and help them out whenever i can. i am caring, i would love to listen to you and i’ll try to take care of you too! i see a lot of shows and like discussing about them. and, as written earlier, i often can’t reach out to people because of the fear of being clingy, i am afraid i would disturb them so i may need a little reassurance that i am not disturbing you. anyway that is like a very basic introduction and send a DM (preferably) or an ask to know more.

if you see this post and want to help me out, kindly give it some signal boost, thank you!

[geminixevans-stan]

Bare Pages - Part 2

Pairing: Professor!Ransom Drysdale x Black Female Reader

Words: 1.9k+

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

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

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

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Part 1

Series MasterList

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, mom! Hi dad!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You waited and waited for her to come back but…

She never came…

[killerfund]

  I ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ Iᴍ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ. Mʏ sᴏᴜʟ﹖ Sᴏ ᴄʏɴɪᴄᴀʟ. 🔪

[the-iceni-bitch]

What a coincidence, I also think about that a borderline unhealthy amount 🥰

[ransomdrysdale-anon]

The Rules of the Game

Here are my rules for interactions. Please abide by them or you will be blocked.

I am an adult. Therefore, I will not interact with anyone that is not. 18+ only. Please do not try to hide this fact and think you’ll be the exception. If we haven’t discussed and established or your blog does not state your age I will not interact. This is a hard stop and is not negotiable.

Send an ask or a DM to start an interaction. However, please remember there is a real person behind this character and I have a life and obligations outside of roleplaying. No need to send several, I will respond when I can.

Consent is key. Do not assume I’m okay with any storyline. Come into my DMs first so we can talk. Ransom may have storylines in motion. DMs are always open if you’d like to talk about a storyline or interaction you may want to start.

I will not do NSFW interactions on dash. I’ve been burned a couple times and it’s made me leery of it. Slide into my DMs and we’ll talk. I don’t mind flirtatious behavior but will not engage in NSFW unless we’ve talked and both parties are consenting. This is non negotiable.

Hate of any kind will not be tolerated. This includes anyone Ransom has an active storyline with and those who are his mutuals. Please just be kind, it’s the best way to be.

There are a few things I will not RP: Dub-con, non-con, scat, hard degradation, torture. I will add to this list as I see fit.

Every morning at 5am PST is Ransom’s Riddles. You can participate by sending asks with your answers. Correct answers will get a mildly insulting gold star. Riddle answers will be posted at 5pm PST.

If you’re anon, assign yourself an emoji!Emojis taken: ☕️, 🖤,🌼

OOC NOTE:

Ransom is a spoiled, privileged asshole. He doesn’t do small talk and he’s rarely nice to anyone unless you have something to offer him. So any interactions with him will likely result in you being insulted. I in no way mean to hurt feelings or offend anyone, but this is an rp blog and I am going to stick to character. I do greatly enjoy the interactions! Please feel free to reach out anytime and enjoy! Thank you for being here!

[jack-benjamin-nonnie]

It was mid day by the time Jack left the house and made his way to Pandemonium. It’d been a long time since he’d last been there and his missed the business he had started because of Clay. The club was his baby and source of income for Jack. It was because of Pandemonium he didn’t have to live on his Royal families money. Which is why he needed to go and see for himself just what his first husband was doing to his head and butter.

According to Ransom, the club was turning a profit. Jack knew that. It had been making money since they opened, and once he added his own wine label sold exclusively through the club and his website, well... Jack was a made man despite being a Prince. He’d come to America and is now living the American dream courtesy of his club.

Jack parked his car and went inside his club. He made his way to the bar and saw Ransom behind the counter, counting bottles with a pen in his mouth.

“It’s good to know there’s something in your mouth that can silence you.” Jack jokes as he comes to stand near his ex.

@absolutelyransomdrysdale

[andydrysdalerogers]

Following Team Orders - Mexico City

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Summary: Olivia Williams is Formula One royalty. Her father is a racing legend and all Liv wants is to be one of only six women in the world to have raced in the most elite racing division in the world. When she finally gets the chance, she has to not only take on a male dominated sport, but her past, her teammate and a life beyond the track that she was not ready for. She just has to follow team orders but what happens when one man challenges her on and off the racing line...

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Series MasterList - Main Masterlist

Wednesday  

I did not sign up for this.  

Why did I sign up for this? 

I’m a racer, not a model.  

Except my boyfriend is a racer who looks like a model.  

God, he’s gorgeous. 

Hmm, wonder if he’ll model his underwear for me? 

Or maybe naked... 

“OLIVIA!” 

Liv snaps her head over to Andy who is standing with hands on hips and a rather grumpy face. “Sorry Andy.”  

“Where are you Bug?” 

Liv sighed in her chair as the prep team touched up her hair and makeup. The last two weeks had been nothing but interviews, press events and photo shoots.  Her win was a big deal in the racing world.  Since she was the only woman in history to win in Formula One.  The governing body and the team wanted to take advantage of that. “I’m here Andy, just tired. I thought I was going to have a day off.”  

“I know Bug, I’m sorry.”  

“How am I supposed to race if I’m not rested?” Andy could hear the whine coming and knew he needed to nip it in the bud. 

“Let’s just finish this and then I will see what I can do for tomorrow. 

Steve walks in just as Andy goes over the schedule.  “Can’t handle the press, princess?” 

Liv narrowed her eyes at him.  “I can handle it, Rogers, but I can’t race if I don’t sleep.”  

“Aww, the new queen of racing a wittle bit swepy?” Steve play mocked.  

“Rogers, that’s enough,” Andy snaps before Liv can launch herself at him for the beating he knew was coming.  “The next few interviews are with both of you so please for the love of God, play nice.”  He turned and walked out as Nat walked in.  

“You’re already in trouble?” She asked Liv.  

“Not yet.  I just have to be nice to Stevie here, so his feelings don’t get hurt.”  

“Hey, my feelings are fine,” he pouted, getting a laugh from his girl and her best friend.  Nat turns to the craft services table for a snack.  

“Hey punk, do you know where my notebook is?” Bucky asked looking through his bag. “Had it in your room...” he looked up and stopped.  

“Bucky, you ok?” Liv asked.  She followed his line of sight to Natasha, who was popping a grape in her mouth.  She smirked and cleared her throat. “Bucky, you have some drool, just right there...” she pointed to the corner of his mouth.  

Bucky wipes his mouth, “shut up.” 

Liv giggles, “hey Nat! I need you!” 

As Natasha walks towards her best friend, she sees the brunette and smiles.  “Hi, I’m Nat.”  

“Buck, James, Bucky,” he shakes his head as he continues to stare.  

Steve sniggers behind him.  “Bucky, you ok?” 

“I’m fine.” He throws a murderous look at Steve before going back to Natasha.  “Sorry.  Hi, Bucky,” he offers his hand.  

“It’s nice to finally meet you.  Liv said only nice things about you.” 

“She mentioned her best friend but failed to mention how beautiful you looked,” he replied with a wink and his trademark smile.  Liv watched as her best friend swooned and she rolled her eyes.  

“Great, best friends meet and everything.  Rogers and I have an interview so…” she pulled Steve away as Bucky and Nat continued to talk.  “That was unexpected.”  

“Do you mind?” Steve asked, concern laced in it.  

“Not at all,” she flashed a smile at her man.  “I got the one I wanted.”  She looked around to see if anyone was around and pushed Steve into a corner before sliding her hands around his neck.  His hands immediately went to her waist. “I got the man I’ve been dreaming about for a while.”  She got on her tip toes to give him a soft kiss.  

“Damn right you did, and I’m never letting go.” 

“We have to tell Bucky.”  

“Why?” 

“Because he can help us.  We have to decide if and when we are going public and stuff.”  

Steve rolled his eyes.  “Fine.  Let’s go to dinner tomorrow.  The four of us and they can help us decide. And then maybe,” he pecked her lips, “I can take you to my bed.”  

“Sounds like a plan.” 

Thursday 

“Nat, please?” 

“Why?” 

“Because no one knows, and we have to tell him, and he will need a distraction and what better distraction than my sex walking best friend?” Liv smiled and blinked rapidly at Natasha.  

“I can’t believe you just said that.” Natasha shook her head.  “Fine. Fine, I will go with you guys to dinner and I will distract the sexy driver.”  

“You’re the best!” Liv squealed.  “Ok, so dinner is in three hours. How about a margarita then prep?” 

“Now you are speaking my language.”  

As Steve finished getting ready, Bucky was complaining about how he had to wear a dress shirt to dinner.  “You just had to pick a fancy restaurant.  Couldn’t have just gone to a taqueria and had tacos in the room.”  

“We’re celebrating Liv’s win.  As her teammate and her crew chief, we should be encouraging her to continue.”  

“I understand that’s my job, but I swear the girl would have been happy with tacos and a couple of margaritas.  Maybe a burrito and some churros.”  

“I swear this is why you are single, jerk.”  Steve slipped on his navy sport coat and grabbed his wallet.  “It is a nice surprise for her.”  

“Fine, whatever.  You’re getting me tacos later then,” Bucky grumbled as he followed Steve out the door.  They went to Liv’s room and knocked.  She opened the door and Steve was floored.  She was in a strapless black dress with flowers on the border.  Sky high heels adorned her feet and she had pulled her beautiful long hair to one side, exposing that delectable neck to him.  He swallowed, lost for words.  

“Hey Bug, you clean up good,” Bucky said, not really noticing Steve’s reaction.  “If we hurry, we can hit happy… happy…” he stops and his mouth hangs open. 

Liv smirked as she knew Natasha was behind her in an amazing red dress.  “You remember my friend Nat.” 

Steve elbowed Bucky, bringing him back from his shock and awe and getting an answer.  “Hi Nat.”  

“Bucky, nice to see you again,” she smirked at him.  “So, we headed somewhere?” 

The group headed to a sit-down restaurant a couple of blocks away.  Bucky was entranced with Nat, who was besotted by the attention.  Why Liv never thought to set them up was beyond her but here they were.  

“So Buck, I have something to tell you,” Steve started.  

“Is it that you and Liv are hooking up?” Bucky smirked at his driver and his best friend.  

Liv froze. “How – how did you know?” 

“I didn’t.” Bucky shrugged with a smile as Steve groaned.  “But I knew this idiot would talk to you eventually.  You’ve been too nice to each other.” Liv lower her head towards Steve, covering her face.  “It’s ok, Bug.  I’m happy for you.” 

“You are?” 

“I know that he would do anything for you.  He almost knocked me out because I was dating you.”  Steve groaned but Bucky ignored him. “You two are good for each other.” 

“Thank you, Bucky.” Liv smiled as Steve squeezed her hand under the table.  

“So, this is what this dinner is about?  Telling me you two are sleeping together?” 

“Not just, jerk,” Steve replied, rolling his eyes.  “I’m with her.  We’re in love with each other.  We plan on announcing after the season, but we didn’t want to lie to you.  She’s telling Frank before practice tomorrow.”  

Bucky smiled. “That’s good.  Keep it under wraps.”  

Friday 

Liv was putting on her gloves, chewing her lip as Frank got her helmet ready.  “Frankie, have you ever been in love?” 

“Once, a long time ago.”  Frank absentmindedly fiddled with a screwdriver.  “Didn’t work out with my traveling so much but yeah.  Why do you ask?” 

“Just wondering.  I’m hoping that I can keep that.” 

“Keep it?  Bug, what are you…” He watches as Liv gives him a shy smile.  “Rogers?”  She nodded.  “When?” 

“Singapore.” She shrugged.  “We yelled, he kissed me and,” she sighed, “it was perfect, Frankie.  Just perfect.”  

Frank smiled.  His best friend was finally happy.  

After practice, Steve looked around before knocking on Liv’s trailer.  “Who is it?” 

“Steve Rogers,” he replied with a smile.  

“Never heard of him.”  

He smirked.  “He’s the one who did that thing where his tongue…” the door flew open and he saw his girl, standing in cutoff shorts and crop top, showing off her toned stomach.  She scanned the area before letting him in. “So, you do remember me.” 

“A little,” she said with a bite to her lip.  “I remember all the dirty things you do to me.” She ran her hands of his polo, earning herself a groan from him.  

“Doll, you have to stop touching me like that,” he said softly in her ear as he kissed her neck.  “I may have to take you right here right now.” 

“Don’t tease me with a good time, Rogers.”  

“Then stop doing that.”  He stepped back and held her hands to his chest.  “Andy is taking the team to dinner.  Think you could behave long enough to get through it, and I’ll reward you like the good little girl I know you are.”  

The tone of his voice cause Liv to close her legs slightly, a familiar heat flashing in her abdomen. “O-okay,” she replied with a shaky tone.  She swallowed as she looked at his eyes darken slightly.  

Steve could tell he had gotten to her.  He pulled her close, pinning her arms to his chest as he placed on hand on her hip and the other on the apex of her thighs.  He felt her shudder at his touch.  “Behave, kitten,” as he gently rubbed though her jeans.  “I can tell you are already wet for me.  Think you can keep it going until after dinner?”  She nodded and he chuckled. “Go get dressed, love.  I’ll wait for you outside.”  

Liv thought she would be set on fire as he walked away, her legs wobbling as she walked to get some nicer clothes on.  

Steve Rogers was trying to kill her.  

Saturday 

Liv woke with kisses being pressed her to neck and back as warm hands traced her naked flesh. She sighed as Steve continued his gentle assault on her, kneading her flesh softly, kisses that tickled her neck.  “Stevie,” she sighed 

“My beautiful Livie,” he whispered in between kisses.  He softly turned her onto her back and laid on top of her to continue his affections.  He lowered himself further and further until he just barely touched her clit with the tip of his tongue and heard what he was looking for.  

“Stevie, please…” 

Steve could never deny his girl. He lapped her up gently, relishing at her taste and softness.  They had time; he wanted to take his time.  He slowly slid in two fingers, and she groaned at the feeling. “You ok?” 

“I… I need you. Please don’t make me beg,” she whimpered.  

“No, no begging today.”  He wanted to love on his girl. With a final kiss, Steve nipped and sucked his way up her body. He slotted himself between her legs, dipping his swollen tip in her folds. He looked into her eyes, “keep them open beautiful,” as he pushes slowly in. She gasped and her head tilted up as her body accepted him.  After a moment, Steve rutted into her, enjoying her warmth.  

Liv was lost in the fullness of him in her. He fit perfectly and his thrust was not aggressive at all. He made love to her.  The tightness in her belly began to grow. She whimpered and Steve stopped.  “Sweetheart?” 

“No! Don’t stop!” She moaned.  

He got the message.  He grasped a thigh to hook around his hip to allow him in further.  He was getting close and now he could tell so was she. “C’mon baby.”  

“Stevie,” she moaned.  

“That’s it, my love bug, feel me inside, squeezing me tight.  So gorgeous.” He was almost there but she needed to go first. He snapped his hips harder and hard.  Her needs were more important. “Livie, cum for me.”  

That was it. Liv let out a silent scream as her eyes closed, the colors dancing in the darkness as she lost herself in pleasure.  Steve was absolutely positive that her face as she orgasmed was the most beautiful thing in the world.  She had a vice grip on his cock, making it almost impossible for him to move.  It took him a couple of more snaps and he too was lost to the world.  

As they laid together post session, Liv’s head on Steve’s chest, his hands running through her hair, Steve cleared his throat.  “Doll, I should get to my room.” 

“No, I’m comfy.”  She snuggled deeper into his chest as he chuckled. 

“I know, love bug.  I am too but everyone will be up soon.”  He leaned over to kiss her head.  “If we want to keep it a secret…” 

“I hate this,” she pouted.  

“Me too.  But soon, baby, it will all be out in the open.  Hopefully, you’ll have a ride with another team, and we can be together during the season.” 

Liv sat up and looked at Steve.  “You want us to be racing rivals?” 

“My favorite part of the weekend is racing against you. It makes me so horny watching you handle that car.” He smiled a lopsided smile as she blushed a delicate pink.  “C’mere, pretty girl,” he pulled her to him and kissed her softly. “It’s you and me against the world.”  

“You and me,” she whispered back. She squealed as he flipped her over and kissed her one more time, distracting her enough so he could get up.  He put his boxers and sweats back on, looking around for his t-shirt. 

“Looking for this?” He turned around and saw his shirt on Liv’s body. He’s mouth dropped as she walked towards him, a sway in her hips. 

“Fuck Livie, I love you in my clothes. But I need this back.” He grasped the hem and pulled it off. 

She pouted at him in all of her naked glory. He grabbed the robe and pulled it around her. “I want your shirt.” 

“I’ll leave one for you next time. I gotta go.”  He slipped on his shoes and went for the door.  “See you later, love bug.”  

“Wait!”  She grabbed him by the shirt and gave him a heated kiss.  “Until tonight,” she whispered. 

Steve walked away, a big smile on his face.  His girl was fantastic. 

Sunday 

Pulling into the 3rd place spot, Liv smiled, looking over at Steve who won the race.  Ransom had managed second, which sucked but Liv had needed just a couple of more laps to beat him.  And next race is another race.  

As she shook out her hair from the fire resistive cap, Steve came over and picked her up and swung her around.  “Great job Liv!” 

“Thank you, Steve! Nice win!”  He set her down and then went to his pit crew to celebrate.  Liv headed over to her crew and saw Bucky with a big smile.  “So boss, whatcha think?” 

“I think for a girl, meh, you were ok,” he said with a smirk.  He reached over and gave her a big hug.  “Good job proving all the doubters wrong,” he whispered to her. She smiled as Andy came over to congratulate her.  

The podium ceremony was ok, Ransom was acting odd for Ransom but Liv let it slide.  She was ready to head to her hotel after the press conference and have a relaxing night with Steve.  She showered and changed into her Red Bull polo, doing her hair so she could wear her hat and headed out into the press area.  She was smiling and waving to the crowd when Andy stopped her. “Liv, I need to talk to you.”  He pulled her away from the press area and back towards the Red Bull garage.  

Steve, Bucky, Frank, and Sam were waiting for them in the garage. Liv looked around.  “What’s going on?” 

“Since when have you and Rogers been together?” 

Steve’s head snapped up as Liv’s face blanched.  “What do you mean?” 

“I mean this,” Andy slapped a photo down on the work bench.  It was of Steve and Liv from the morning before as Steve was leaving her room.  Steve swallowed as he watched for Liv’s reaction.  

“Where did you get this?” Steve asked.  

“The press has it.  And they are having a field day.  So, I’ll ask again, how long?” 

Liv was frozen starting at the photo.  Steve cleared his throat.  “Since Singapore.”  

Andy started to pace, running his hands through his hair.  “Singapore.  Perfect.  I gave you one direction Rogers and that was to stay away from her.  This,” he picks up the photo, “this is the reason why. The FIA is gonna want to investigate to make sure you two aren’t cheating. They are going to investigate the team to see if you are giving orders to your girlfriend to win this championship. Un-fucking-believable.”  

Steve watched as a single tear fell from Liv’s eye.  He had enough, He pulled her to his chest so she could cry. “Andy, we love each other.  We didn’t do any of that, we promise.  She won on her own.”  

Andy looked at Livie, watching her as she hid herself away.  “Liv, is it true?” 

Red rimmed eyes looked back at him.  “I love him, Andy.” 

Andy stared at her.  “Then I’m gonna do my best to protect you both.”  

As they headed out of the garage, they are swarmed by the press. Liv and Steve make it to the car that was waiting for them.  Steve held his girl, unsure of what to do next. 

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[trashywritestrash]

I am looking for a character anon

This is my official request/listing/begging for a character anon to message me.

I’m incredibly lonely like 24/7 and I love talking to people so I really want someone to message and rp with. Even ooc I love getting messages, it makes my heart happy.

I would love to rp with any Marvel characters such as Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, or Pietro or Wanda Maximoff Or! Chris Evan’s characters like Frank Adler or Ransom Drysdale.

A bit about me: I’m Nel! I do have experience roleplaying, but I don’t have a bunch of experience roleplaying NSFW stuff (but I totally will). I’m sweet but I’m super anxious, so I will probably ask you a bunch of questions ooc about what you’re okay with so please be patient with me 🥺

Please please please reblog to help me find someone!! If you rp any of those characters and are looking for someone to send anons to, please shoot me an ask or a dm.

ps if ur down with being a lowkey kinda garegiver i’d be so grateful

[karoliinewashere]

Yes, maybe... But I'm only good with knives in the kitchen, I need an expert on the subject. What do you think about giving me a couple of tips? Hey! Good to hear from you, last night was fun, my acquaintance.

This has been such a hard week....