#carter baizen x ransom drysdale

[georgiapeach30513]

When The Rain Gathers... Masterlist COMING SOON

You thought that things with Ransom were simple. They were supposed to be. So why when you announce your marriage to Carter Baizen, and the now fast approaching wedding did things get so complicated? It was supposed to be you and Ransom versus the world. And now everyone wants to split the two of you apart. Ransom is your best friend, the man that had all your firsts. And even if people, and Carter are trying to pull you apart, you're not ready to say goodbye to the best thing in your life...

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A/N: this story will have themes of pining, confusion, underage drinking, manipulation, angst, learning to grow up, trusting yourself, and of course smut. Minors DNI

[mrsfrankadler]

Handsome Stranger

ransom drysdale x reader, carter Baizen x reader

A/N: okay why is this man so fine.. put him in jail this has to be against some law somewhere. my god.

- can be a standalone but you’ll wanna read this first, a little backstory for ya🤷🏾‍♀️

Warning: Ransom is lowkey an asshole, bad flirting, swear words 😓

Summary: You finally let rich boy Ran take you out. Let's hope he doesn't ruin his chances… [ 🤣 ]

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Nobody's POV

When you and Ransom arrived to location of the party, it was a big white house illuminated by the floor lights leading to the door.

You just stared in awe. You weren't used to this. Not big parties or being surrounded by loads of rich people. Just staying in with Jake trying to make your way down the watchlist. You never would've guessed you'd be here in front of this modern mansion, with this super fine rich guy in the seat next to you.

"What are you thinkin' about?"

You were pulled back to reality. You turned your head to face him.

"Nothing." You deadpanned. You couldn't let this cocky bastard find out you were nervous. "Let's go."

You quickly got out of the car, being careful not to roll your ankle over the gravel in your heels and made your way to the door, Ransom following closely behind.

When you reached the door, Ransom leaned forward to knock and rested his other hand on the small of your back.

As you waited by the door, he started to rub your back.

"You sure you're okay, gorgeous?" He pulled you closer to him by your waist. You sighed trying to think up something to say but you were saved by the bell. The door abruptly opened to reveal a slightly disheveled redhead.

Her auburn hair was littered with thin braids and there was a dark brown eyeshadow clouding her kind, green eyes.

She looked to Ransom first, subtly squinting her eyes at him before greeting him. "Ransom." Clearly they had met before... Then she turned to look at you.

"Hi, pretty!" She held out her hand for you to shake, "What's your name?"

"Y/N." You took her hand and the coldness of her rings tickled your skin.

"Wanda, nice to meet you." She winked.

Y/N POV

She invited the two of us inside of the spacious estate and the loud pop music flooded my ears and vibrated my head. Looking around, seeing designer jewellery and old money, I became hyper aware of my surroundings. I began to feel inferior, not good enough to be here. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest and my eyes darted around frantically until they landed on the open bar across the living room.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in, tugging Ransom by his arm to whisper in his ear, "I'm going to the bar, find me there later." You looked to Wanda, "excuse me." And left for the bar.

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Making your way to the bar you set your eyes on the last free bar stool and started to make your way to it, but just before you could get to it, someone swiftly sat there instead, causing you sto stumble slightly backward.

You cleared your throat in annoyance, "Uhm, excuse me.."

The person who took your seat turned around slowly with a slight smirk on his face. He had curly, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, were you going to sit here?" He looked up at you, the flirtation evident in his tone.

"Yes. I was." You replied, matter-of-factly.

"Well, I'm sorry princess, but I can't give it up." You furrowed your brows, "I was here first." He stayed smiling and shrugging.

You figured you had no time for bullshit tonight; so you turned around ready to walk away, you guessed you'd just have to find a drink elsewhere but he grabbed grabbed your wrist before I could get anywhere.

"Oh- wait!" What now?

Y/N POV

When I turned around, he had long wiped that smirk right off of his face, it had now been replaced with a sincere apologetic look.

"I- I'm sorry if I came off as an asshole." He sighed. "I was trying to flirt..."

Wow, flattering.

"Yeah well, nice job, Romeo," I retorted.

His brows scrunched together, but he smiled at my joke.

He started to pull me closer by my wrist, "I just wanted an excuse to talk to you, I guess. You're very beautiful."

You felt your face grow hot, he was so smooth with it. He had managed to push you away and reel you right back in within minutes and you were most definitely falling for it.

"Thank you." You giggled at his compliment.

"What's your name?"

You told him your name.

"Well. Beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He winked and you snickered.

"Wow, never heard that one before."

He chuckled before standing up. He must have been around 6 feet. "Have my seat, princess."

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Nobody’s POV

You and this charming stranger began to talk and the conversation was flowing effortlessly. You had learned his name, Carter, and the fact that though this was his party, it was his parent's house. He just wanted to host here because it's much bigger than his loft in New York.

You had soon taken a liking to Carter. Though he was cocky and the beginning, you came to find out he was just trying to flirt and in reality he was quite sweet.

Inevitably though, your relaxed conversation was soon interrupted when a heavy hand suddenly landing on your shoulder mid sentence. Ransom.

"Ransom!" The brunette exclaimed. "How are you, man? It's so good to see you." Ransom must be pretty well known.

The two men shook hands firmly as Ransom suspiciously looked between you and Carter before replying to Carter's greeting.

"So, what are we talking about?" Ransom huffed.

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You slumped into the passenger seat of Ransoms BMW, rolling your eyes as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

See, when he came over to you and Carter, you expected the two of them to start conversing about rich man activities like boats or golf or something, but instead Ransom thought it would be a good idea to pick a fight and accuse Carter of flirting with his girl.

"For the record, big-head, I am not your girl. Don't get it twisted."

He just sighed looking on at the road and gripping the steering wheel, "Okay but, he's.., he's not man enough for you, not good enough. He's recently 20, practically a kid. I'm comin' up 27, I can provide."

You sarcastically mouthed, "wow." to yourself as he rattled on about how much better he is

"Well, what kind of woman do you take me for thinkin I'm gonna run off with some other guy when I'm supposed to be your date to the party." You turned to look at him, your eyes shooting daggers.

"I'm sorry." He momentarily looked down. He could be an asshole sometimes but he seemed genuinely sorry.

His vintage beemer came to a slow outside of you and Jake's shared, little house,

"So... we going to your place or should we go to mine?" he furrowed his brows trying to convince you with that stupid, sexy little smirk. You just laughed to yourself in disbelief.

"You know what you can just drop me right here, thanks Ransom." you replied sweetly, trying not to break. You swiftly got out of the car, trying not to roll your ankle on the concrete and made your way to the door.

"Well, I'll see you later?" He called out.

You yelled back, "Don't hold your breath, Ran."

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A/N: welp. Ransom is being a dick. shock horror🤷🏾‍♀️. (somebody give me motivation and ideas).

[fandomfluffandfuck]

First, I have to say that I've been sitting with this ask for a while because I don't know much of anything about this particular Sebastian character. I've never seen Gossip Girl, so Carter is unknown to me. I mean, nor have I ever actually watched Knives Out, but, shh, Tumblr talks about Ransom at length (and I can't blame them), so I'm at least familiar with Ransom.

So, with that mentioned, if this is out of character... that's why 💀 I'm purely going off of the idea of brat x brat

The problem is that both Carter and Ransom like to make trouble, and they both love attention, so you know they feed off of each other dangerously. Sparking and sparking until there's not just a fire in some designated pit but a crackling bonfire that's in real danger of spreading to the nearby dry forest and lighting the whole thing up with blinding, fast-moving flames. They breathe down each other's necks, pushing until they break the other, making them act out. Brattier and brattier.

And this time, it's Ransom who starts it, waltzing past Carter where he's relaxing on the couch. The TV is on, but he's only half paying attention, lying lengthwise, scrolling on his phone. Ransom stops, so he's standing in front of Carter, cupping his own hard dick through his loose-fitting sweats, blocking his view, and declaring, "I want a blow job."

Shameless.

Carter scoffs in response, barely looking up from his phone, "yeah? And?"

"And," Ransom puts his hands on his hips, already fed up with not having any attention paid to him by the other man, he isn't a fan of being ignored, especially not when his blood is so hot and thick in his veins, "you're gonna give it to me. Now."

"Oh," that gets his attention, "am I?" He glances up, unimpressed.

"Yeah," Ransom stands his ground, not even dignifying Carter with an eye roll. Yet.

Shifting where he's sprawled out, sitting up further and narrowing his eyes at him, "what if I don't want to?" He licks his lips, "what if I want you to suck me off, instead?"

A blurr of heated, intimate moments crash together in Ransom's mind. All various different moments when he's had Carter's dick in his mouth. At the gym, crowded together in the shower stall, struggling to breathe through the billowing, heavy steam, water rolling down their bodies, their bodies pressed together, goosebumps all over, wandering hands, biting kisses, then... getting on his knees, the tiles hard and cold causing him to shiver, but Carter's so hot and warm, especially his dick, it's so hard that he would make fun of him, 'its almost like you're really into me or something,' if it didn't fill his throat up so good, heating him up to a sizzle; rutting together on the Ransom's plush bed, admist moaning and Carter's complaints that his mattress is stupidly soft, it feels like he's sinking into it and going to be suffocated and Ransom is thinking about actually flipping him over and shoving his face in the pillows so he would just shut up and Ransom could get off in peace finally, but instead it's easier to swallow his cock, sucking and licking until he can't talk shit and only moan; pulling off to the side of a road, late night, on the way home from a night of dancing (Carter's idea), sweating and feeling too big for his own clothes, too big for his own skin, buzzing, and he needs an out, he needs to kill the tension, so, what way better than by leaning over and blowing him, feeling nothing but the heavy, heady taste of him and the stinging grip of his hands in his hair, his panting breaths panting their windows and giving them privacy.

Apparently, because of the wave of heat that washes intensely over him--pooling in his mouth especially as he starts to salivate--Ransom forgets to answer Carter.

Fuck.

"Speechless, hmm?" Carter flashes him that crooked, cocky grin at him, "see?" He laughs, overconfident, "this is why you're gonna suck me off. You need something to do with that mouth that isn't catching flies."

Ransom is about to snip back that he's not fucking catching flies, but...

Oh.

His mouth is open.

Fuck him. He snaps his lips shut, but not before a whimper escapes through them, just loud enough to fill the crackling air between them.

"C'mere," he jerks his head to the side, persuading and too alluring for his own good. The soft sounds that his hands make, rubbing as he strokes his thighs up and down, trying to get him to straddle him, is hypnotic.

Ransom can almost feel himself sway on his feet. But, "no," he replies staunchly, his jaw jutting forward.

"No?" He blinks at him, tilting his head to the side, "why not?"

The speed at which he can go from stone faced and demanding to soft and pliant, pleading, should be illegal. It's not fair. That's what. "'Cause," Ransom relents, "because I'm just not gonna."

Smiling with his teeth, Carter moves like a snake, lightning fast as he explodes into motion, reaching out to anchor his hand into Ransom's hair, messing up his careful style just so he can drag him down, forcibly putting him on his knees in front of the couch.

He doesn't give a shit when Ransom hits the coffee table, even though he hisses. It doesn't hurt that bad anyway. He just wants a reason to squawk and wriggle, trying to pull away using most of his strength.

Once he's on his knees and Carter can stare down at him, Carter pulls his head back, using his hair like a leash, putting him wherever he wants him, "you're such a bitch, Hugh."

The words, his name, catches Ransom off guard. He's stuck there, arching his neck, exposing himself to Carter, physically underneath him and--

The moan simply escapes him.

Apparently, the sound of pleasure--helplessly drug out of him--is enough to distract Carter for just a second because the tight grip in his hair weakens, and the sparkling, bright pain lessens enough for Ransom's mind to catch up. He's still hazy, his cock still aching and in need of relief, but his head is clear enough to process that he's distracted and Ransom absolutely is going to take advantage of it.

So, curling his fingers around his wrist, Ransom yanks his hand away and out of his hair.

Then, he gathers both of Carter's wrists in one of his hands, "where'd all those words go?" He taunts, rising to his feet and climbing onto the couch with Carter, taking his restrained wrists with him, lifting them over his head.

This time, though, when he gets in his lap, it's just on his own terms, settling into his lap, putting all his weight onto his equally hard dick, feeling it through his pants easily. He even squirms a little in place, half-grinding, just to watch more color spread across his cheeks. Pretty pink.

He looks so delicious when he swallows, stifling a soft sound as his throat contracts, "n-nowhere."

Knees sinking into the couch, Ransom lifts himself up and wastes no time pressing himself against Carter's blushing face. He groans quietly to himself, enjoying looking down and seeing him, watching how he obediently opens his mouth, his eyelashes fluttering, reacting so sweetly to having Ransom's hard cock rubbed and grinded against his face. Delightfully degrading. "Oh well," he mumurs, voice low, "it's not like you'll need words away."

Carter growls against him, but with how he's rocking into his face, Ransom can just feel the vibrations on his cock. It feels good. It feels like winning.

Pleasurable and powerful.

Fuck yeah, it feels good.

"Go on," Ransom taunts, using the hand that isn't holding Carter's arms back to shimmy his pants down, letting his cock bounce forward, hitting the flat, smooth muscle of his lower belly with a sharp, wet sound. He wasn't lying when he said he needed a blow job. He's been aching all fucking day. He deserves this. "It ain't gonna suck itself."

Lips hot and slick on the thin skin over his hip, Carter snarks, "it'd be better if it did."

"Shut up," he rolls his eyes, barely suppressing a shiver with the sensation of Carter's soft lips dragging down his skin, mouthing and mouthing and mouthing, getting closer to his cock, right where he needs it, "I know you love sucking dick. You'd live on my dick if I let you."

The only response he gets is a huff and...

A wet, hot, open mouth.

Winning.

Ransom is winning. They're not competing but he's fucking winning. Winning because he's getting his cock wet, holding onto Carter's wrists so he can't fucking touch himself when he works on Ransom, all his attention is on him, opening up.

"C'mon," Ransom pushes, impatient as ever even when he's kneeling on the couch with his dick splitting Carter's lips, it's not enough, not yet, "stuff that mouth before I do it for you," he unkindly pushes his hips forward, against Carter's face holding it until he starts to sputter. Ransom doesn't want his dick fucking warmed, he wants him bobbing on it, choking on it, crying him. Poor Ransom, he doesn't want to deal with having to thrust himself, no. No way. He just wants to have pleasure poured--lavished on him.

Carter plays along, opening up wider and letting his dick in deep. Deep. Where he's all wet and fever hot and tight, taking it like a good boy. Just taking it. Sliding back, pushing forward, sliding, pushing, sliding, pushing--slobbering all over it, sucking and slicking.

"Harder," Ransom pushes him more, pushing just to push. "Deeper." He's already sweating, feeling the heat, getting there, ready to snap, Carter's mouth is just as good as it looks, better than it looks, he's just wound too fucking tight. "Yeah," Ransom slips, fucking forward and letting go of his wrists, sure that he's won, Carter is focused on blowing him, nothing else, "yeah, just like that, y-your tongue, guh, right there-!"

Just, just when he's right fucking there, his orgasm rising in the back of his throat, spreading over his tongue, leaving him drooling, his appetite teased and his stomach clenched, growling for the full meal, just right fucking then--

Carter has the fucking balls to pull off of his dick, a string of saliva connecting the tip of his dick to his swollen, red lips.

Ransom is so devastated he can hardly whimper, fingers curled so tight they cramp in Carter's hair, watching through blurry vision as he ducks his head and bears his teeth, biting into his plush inner thigh. The flesh all soft and sensitive.

"AH!" Ransom quivers, stuck somewhere between pain and pleasure, and surprise and expectation. He should've fucking known, he--

Trembling leaves his hands loose and god-fucking-dammit. Carter's learned from the best because he's slipping out of his hands like sand through an hourglass.

"Fuck you," he glares up at him, lips lifted into a devasting grin.

Ransoms heart speeds so fast in his chest that he's pretty sure he's dying. He's having a heart attack, his blood pounding in his ears, his arousal pumping through his whole body. Not a part of him not coiled and tense.

"I do what I want to," Carter growls like a puppy, nosing down from his twitching, throbbing, and neglected dick to his heavy, hanging balls. His wicked tongue barely spends any time lapping and licking at them, and he doesn't even fucking spend the time to take them into his mouth he just keeps going. Going. Licking and slurping at his perineum until he's whining, high and mortifying, pleasure building back up inside him, white hot. Hot, hot, hot. Then. Fucking gone. He keeps going. He trails down, down, down until he's licking and nipping and torturing him.

Rimming him.

So all Ransom can do is whimper, his lips falling open as he tries again, in vain, to reach down and hold Carter. Carter won't let him. He just chuckles--the vibrations!--and listens to him whine and feels him squirm sadistically. He bats his hands away again and again until he's apparently struck with an idea.

It's enough. It's almost enough. He's almost close again. But, but, as he scrambles to get a fucking grip and grab his hair, stabilizing him, keeping him there so he knows he won't fucking move--the asshole--but Carter won't let him have it. He pulls away to tell him off whenever he tries it or he pulls away to simply slap his hands away. He won't let him touch. He won't let him touch!

"C'mon, Hugh, make yourself fuckin' useful--" he snaps, pushing his arm up and pushing his own fingers into his mouth forcefully "--and keep those wet for me."

Oh.

Ransom's eyes roll back into his head, suddenly muffled as he moans recklessly, assaulted by the heat that is suddenly not just washing over him by drowning him.

"Mmm-hmm," Carter keeping running his fucking mouth between sloppier and wetter and hotter laps of his tongue, "you're gonna open yourself up for my cock after I'm done rimming you and you're gonna ride me. 'Cause I've changed my mind, I don't want a fucking blow job. I want in this tight ass," he slaps then squeezes Ransom's backside, his nails digging in just enough to hurt.

Oh, god.

Ransom starts to shake his head, he's gonna fucking win. He's gonna fight tooth and nail to get the victory, his dick is so wet it's dripping and the room temperature feels so cold compared to Carter that it aches but, fuck, he changes his tune quickly when Carter fucks his tongue into his hole, making him squeal, and he ends up confused and compliant, nodding instead.

He's so fucking easy... a quick reminder of how much he loves being fucked, how sensitive his ass is, filled and stretched, how dirty and embarrassed it makes him feel, and he's dumb. How precious.

[goldenj0]

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pick the THREE things below!! (character, pairing & smut or fluff) and if you want a specific scenario!!

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▾BOY TOYS▾

sebastian stan

bucky barnes

carter baizen

chris evans

steve rogers

ari levinson

ransom drysdale

lloyd hansen

anthony mackie

sam wilson

drew starkey

rafe cameron

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⬧ PAIRINGS ⬧

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fourth wing; xaden riorson, liam mairi, bodhi durran, garrick tavis, brennan sorrengail, aaric (cam) greycastle, ridoc gamlyn

greys anatomy; mark sloan, alex karev

criminal minds; aaron hotchner, derek morgan, spencer reid

acotar; azriel, rhysand, cassian, eris vanserra, nesta archeron, elain archeron, lucien vanserra, tamlin (+ my special polycule; elucien x tamlin x reader)

challengers; art donaldson, patrick zweig, tashi duncan

call of duty; simon “ghost” riley, könig, johnny “soap” mactavish, captain john price

house of the dragon; daemon targaryen, aegon ii targaryen, ser harwin strong

outer banks; rafe cameron, jj maybank, john b routledge, pope heyward

the maze runner; gally, thomas, minho

twilight; jasper hale, edward cullen, rosalie hale, emmett cullen, paul lahote, sam uley, seth clearwater (plus poly combinations)

the hunger games; finnick odair, peeta mellark, cato hadley, young coriolanus snow, sejanus plinth

stranger things; eddie munson, steve harrington, jim hopper

harry potter; fred weasley, mattheo riddle, theo nott, lorenzo berkshire, draco malfoy

mcu; loki laufeyson, bucky barnes, steve rogers, miguel o’hara, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, kate bishop

chris evans/seb stan and co; lloyd hansen, andy barber, jake jensen, ransom drysdale, ari levinson, lee bodecker, charles blackwood, nick fowler, carter baizen

writing flings; felix catton, oliver quick

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A Collection: Volume One

Below you’ll find all of my random, fandom one-shots. This is a multi-fandom blog so I hope there is something for everyone to enjoy! I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own. Nothing is beta read. Just a reminder, this is an 18+ blog, so minors DNI! Please make sure to read ALL warnings before you read any of my works. Feedback is always appreciated, so please like and reblog!

~ Once Upon A December (no specific pairing)

~ Just A Perk (Obi Wan Kenobi x apprentice!reader)

~ Better Boyfriend (toxic!Bucky Barnes x reader; ft. Natasha Romanoff)

~ Read to Me (Avenger!Loki x Avenger!reader)

~ In A World of Black & White (soulmate au; Ransom Drysdale x reader)

~ If We Ever Meet Again (Loki x Asgardian!reader)

~ Bad Liar (Ari Levinson x reader)

~ A First Time for Everything (sugar daddy!Carter Baizen x reader)

~ A Walk Through The Woods (Steve Rogers x reader)

~ So Long, London (Draco Malfoy x reader)

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♡·˚tags per actor·˚♡

no actual real actor x reader, only characters

ADAM DRIVER CHARACTERS

kylo ren  (smut, fluff, angst)

flip zimmerman  (smut, fluff, angst)

dan jones  (smut, fluff, angst)

adam sackler  (smut, fluff, angst)

clyde logan  (smut, fluff, angst)

misc. adam driver characters (smut, fluff, angst)

CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS

steve rogers  (smut, fluff, angst, social media au, multipart)

andy barber  (smut, fluff, angst)

ransom drysdale  (smut, fluff, angst)

ari levinson  (smut, fluff, angst)

lloyd hansen  (smut, fluff, angst)

SEBASTIAN STAN CHARACTERS

bucky barnes  (smut, fluff, angst, social media au, multipart)

destroyer!chris  (smut, fluff, angst)

steve kemp  (smut, fluff, angst)

carter baizen  (smut, fluff, angst)

misc. sebastian stan characters (smut, fluff, angst)

JON BERNTHAL CHARACTERS

frank castle  (smut, fluff, angst)

ethan sawyer  (smut, fluff, angst)

TOM HARDY CHARACTERS

eddie brock  (smut, fluff, angst)

venom  (smut, fluff, angst)

(fics will only be tagged as venom if they actually include a relationship between venom and reader)

alfie solomons  (smut, fluff, angst)

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Masterlist 

Masterlist 2 Masterlist ships Kinktober 2023

Time to sin

Playing with the devils

Daddy Sociopath

Ruining the innocent

Little Secret

The Exes

Swipe Right

Chris Evans

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Bill

Curtis Everett

Dennis Baker

Frank Adler

Jake Jensen

Jake Wyler

Johnny Storm

Lloyd Hansen

Ransom Drysdale

Robert Pronge

Steve Rogers

Lucas Lee

Sebastian Stan

Blaine

Bucky Barnes

Carter Baizen

Charles Blackwood

Chase Collins

Chris Beck

Frank

Jack Benjamin

Jefferson Hatter

Justin Capshaw

Lance Tucker

Lee Bodecker

Max Burnett

Mickey Henry

Nick Fowler

Steve Kemp

Terry the Terrific

TJ Hammond

Oscar Isaac

Steven Grant/ Marc Spector/ Jake Lockley

Poe Dameron

Florence Pugh

Dani Ardor

Yelena Belova

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Tom Riddle

Evan Peters

Jimmy Darling

James March

Kai Anderson

Peter Maximoff

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You are such a tease about Story’s husband!!! I’m loving it, it is definitely a pick me up that I needed today. I want to ask what happens when EVERYONE has the flu because that’s what’s going on in my house right now.

Oh no! I hope you get to feeling better 🖤

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Quit Touching Me

Summary: The Drysdale's are SICK

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: yucky sickness

Warnings: Four sick kids and a sick Ransom, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 700

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Of course the first one to get sick was your germaphobe husband. You had quarantined Ransom to the bedroom while you tried to get the kids situated and off to school. Coming back home to find Ransom all curled up and snuggly on the bed, "I'm dying, Kitten," is the only thing he can get out.

"Aw, my poor little baby," your voice coos down to him. You lay down on the bed, and spend most the morning just petting along his face. Brushing his hair out of his eyesight. Even though he feels terrible he still has the most handsome face you had ever seen. With four kids, it's very rare that you get to just relish in your husband. "You gonna let mommy take good care of you."

He nods his head with his bottom lip puckered out, but then stops to peer up at you, "If you could stop with your sexy talk that would be great," you giggle at him, but continue on making sure he's comfortable.

"Come on baby. You need to sit up and take some medicine."

"Don't want to."

"Ran," your voice whines, "You're worse than the kids. Just sit up, take your medicine, and drink your water," reluctantly he obeys. Settling back down, you turn on your favorite comfort show, relaxing back to hold your sweet baby.

Not long into the episode you get a call from the school, "Mrs. Drysdale, Aster said she's not feeling too well, and Blade has a low grade fever. Story seems to be fine, but she's saying her head is hurting."

"I said," you hear the dramatic voice of your daughter, "that my head is aching. It feels like someone is stabbing me over and over. Could you just tell my mom to come and get me?"

You sigh, giving Ransom a quick kiss. His body still curled up in a ball, not even realizing you're going anywhere. Might as well just pick up all the kids. Stopping at the drugstore so you can get some more medicine just in case, water, Gatorade, soup, crackers, whatever you can think of. Thankfully you were smart enough to get some easy meals, because later it hits the entire household. "You guys stay away from Grandpa. He can't handle all this sickness."

Marta already been contacted that everyone was running fevers, including yourself. All the kids needing some extra TLC it was just easier to set up beds in yours and Ransom's bedroom. "I get to sleep in your bed right?" Story asks her dad, her eyes as big as saucers.

"I really don't care who sleeps in the bed with us," he regrets that quickly when the rest of the kids come piling in the bed with you. Two eleven-year-olds, one eight-year-old, and an almost six-year-old cramming into the bed with you.

"This really isn't that comfortable."

"Well no one said you had to get in here with me."

"Can I not just go get in my own bed."

"I really don't feel good."

"Would all of you just shut up?"

"Quit touching me."

"I wasn't touching you, you were touching me."

"I see my life flashing right before my very eyes. Do you see it Blade? There it goes."

You flop down on the bed somewhere, making it an even tighter fit, while all these kids are arguing about touching or feeling bad, "Would everyone please just stop?" you start to shout, stopping only because you start to cough. "If you're uncomfortable, you're more than welcome to sleep on the palettes I made. If you want to go to your room, nobody is telling you not to. But for the love of my sanity, just hush."

"Mommy?" Story asks, followed by groans from everyone. "Can we watch the Princess Bride?"

"Ran, start her movie," with his eyes closed he grabs for the remote, clicking on the TV and starting Story's favorite movie. Even though everyone had groaned, they all start to settle. "Thank you baby for making us buy the biggest bed possible."

"Don't get too used to this guys. This is only when you're sick kind of thing."

"Story, get off!" Aster whisper shouts.

"Nope, the next person who touches anyone, gets to get in the floor on their palette. There's six of us in this bed, someone is going to be touching someone.

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[georgiapeach30513]

Have ransom and carter ever talked about what went down that faithful day when he found out the whole truth? 🥺

Yes...Carter knew eventually it would come up. He never brought it up. But when he asked for a certain woman's hand in marriage, Ransom couldn't wait any longer.

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You Have My Blessing

Summary:  Ransom needs to know, and Carter’s gotta ask

Pairings:  Ransom X Carter

Rating:  😭😭

Warnings: brief mentions of child abuse, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.1K

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Carter’s hand in his right pocket runs over the smooth velvet of the ring box.  His left hand running over the delicate petals of Story’s rose he gave her when she was only seven years old.  Returned to him the day she officially gave Carter her heart.  Gave him her innocence, and he still can’t find a way to part with it.  

His eyes roam around Ransom’s office, stopping on the shelf dedicated to Story.  He wanders over to the pictures, and he almost wished he didn’t.  Daddy’s little princess.  Always wearing a dress, always with a tiara, and usually her ballet shoes, or some form of dress shoes on her feet, no matter the occasion.  

A photo of Ransom trying to teach her to ride a bike, and she still had on her princess attire.  Her running around outside in the garden, in a fluffy gown, and tiara.  Her sitting on Ransom’s lap, passed out, while he talks to his wife; tutu on, tiara, and ballet slippers.  Her face stained purple from the popsicles that she had eaten earlier that day.  Even one of her many tiaras she had as a child sitting on display in front of the photos.  

Carter glances over to see two new photos.  A picture of Story on his back at Disney World.  She couldn’t see the fireworks, so Carter held her, even pointed out her star over the castle that she made a wish on.  He still didn’t know that wish.  The next a picture of the two of them asleep on the couch.  Her body curled into him, while a tiny baby Otto asleep on his stomach as well.

Ransom walks into his office and pauses.  Carter obviously in a trance staring at his daughter’s photos.  His eyes flick down to the floor, reminiscing on Story’s life, and how it seemed to have went by in the blink of an eye.  He’s thankful for Carter, and in so many ways has always been thankful to that lost little boy.  Ransom isn’t an idiot, asking to buy land to build him and Story her dream home, he knew what was next.

Ransom clears his throat before walking in and Carter who had been holding onto the tiara drops it back on the shelf.  “That’s not the one you gave her,” Ransom notes.  “That is the one that Harlan gave her the day she came home from the hospital.  The one you gave her is upstairs in her bedroom.  She always did have a thing for holding onto things you gave her.  Minus the uh,” Ransom taps at his chest.  “She still has a bad habit of trying to touch it.”

Carter pulls his hand out of his pocket, that white rose still dangling on it’s chain, “I see.”

“I told her that whoever owned it, owns her heart.”

Ransom huffs out a laugh, raising both eyebrows, before pointing to the chair in front of his desk, “I suppose it makes sense as to why you have it.  Does she know?” Carter shakes his head no before sitting down.  “You planning on telling her?  How long...how long have you had that?”

“Since she was seventeen.”

“She’s twenty-three,” he watches the younger man smile, returning it to his pocket.  “Now that we’re on that subject.  There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask, and then we’ll get to why you are in my office.  Why you stayed behind when Story and Otto went to the store.  That night when everything changed, and I watched my daughter lose herself in front of my eyes, why did you lie to me and tell me it meant nothing?”

Carter can’t look at Ransom.  He knew eventually he’d have to talk about that night.  Knowing that it would be good for him and Ransom to talk this through.  “When Story was seven, her bike had just had the training wheels taken off.  Your Beemer wasn’t in the garage, it was in the driveway.  She saw me and got a little wobbly.  Her handlebars scrapped down the side of your driver’s door, and then she jumped off the bike upset.  It hit the Beemer again, and she just sat on the ground crying.  I told you that it was my fault.”

Ransom watches Carter curiously.  Almost confused on what this has to do with that night.  “I don’t know if you remember your great grandmother’s vase that sat in the hallway?”

“I hated that ugly thing.”

Carter stifles a laugh, but still refuses to look up at Ransom, “Story was twirling around doing some kind of dance.  It was new and she wanted to show me, she uh, she lost balance and hit the vase, and it fell into the floor.  I told you I was being careless, and I hit it.  Remember when you came home and that book shelf,” Carter flicks his head to the shelf behind him is, “it was in the floor?  Story was climbing it, and somehow it started to tip over, and it fell on her.  I beat everyone in here, and said that I was the one climbing it, and Story stopped me.”

“Carter, what does that have to do with that night?”

He finally looks up at the man he’s always considered to be more of a father figure than his own.  “You always thought I was this wild one because of all the trouble I was getting into.  Did you ever realize that Story wasn’t ever far behind?”

“She followed you around like a puppy.”

“I was always taking the blame for things she did.  I didn’t have the heart for her to take the blame for anything.  That night you had this look on your face of pure disappointment when you were looking at her.  All I saw was this little girl in a tiara and tutu, scared and crying.  You were yelling and had never looked at her like that.  It was easier for me to take the blame.  Make you believe that I had taken advantage of her.  I would rather have you disappointed in me, than her.  When I first met her, I promised to protect her, and it was stupid, but I felt I was protecting her, and then when I saw her pain, I wanted to take it all back.  I loved her then Mr. Drysdale.  I love her now, and that’s why...”

Ransom raises his hand up.  Unable to process the question he’s about to ask since he just got all that unloaded onto him.  He looks over to her pictures, and turns around to see the first picture of them as a family of seven.  One he swears he’ll never take down.  “I still see her as that small.  I don’t know who I was more disappointed in you or her.  Carter, you know I saw you in the jewelry store.  You know the many conversations we had about your girlfriend.  And I should have known that it was my Story book you were talking about.  I don’t know exact words, but I remember things, and every time you described your girlfriend, it was my itty bitty baby you were describing, and I should have known.  I knew the moment you saw her as an adult, your feelings for her would change.  Her feelings for you have never changed.  You two have always had this string tied to each of your fingers, and each year that string got shorter and shorter, until it pulled you two right together, and it’s never stopped that pull has it?”

“No sir.”

“Why were you so worried about me or my wife getting mad at her?” Carter shrugs his shoulders.  “There has to be a reason.”

“My mom, she never listened to what I had to say.  It was always just what she said that was the law.  And when I would try to make a comment, speak out of line if you will, or any form of misbehavior she would uh, she uh...well she hit me.  All I could see when Story was getting in trouble was you or Mrs. Drysdale hurting her.  She was always too small for that.” 

“I didn’t know,” Carter shrugs looking at Ransom’s desk.  Ransom hated that moment that took place in this estate.  The moment that set a series of events in Story’s life that changed her forever.  The moment his family started to fall apart.  His wife became a shell of herself while she went through the motions.  “I’m sorry.”

“That’s why I liked being here.  All the kids, and you let us be kids.  Remember Mrs. Drysdale bought me some non designer clothes to keep at your house.  Let me run around and roll in the grass, and then I could change back into whatever designer mom felt like me wearing, and I didn’t have grass stains on them.  This place and the townhouse was always more of a home than my own house.”

“Why were you waiting in my office?” Carter finally looks up at Ransom with a smile.  Reaching his hand into his pocket to pull out the ring.  Opening the box before setting it on his desk.

“I bought that the day I saw you.  I never intended mine and Story’s life to go the way it did, but I knew I wanted to marry her.  I didn’t get the ring because she was pregnant.  I didn’t get the ring to give it to her right away.  I got the ring, because I wanted something perfect for her, because she’s perfect.  Mr. Drysdale, your daughter has always captured my heart.  That string, I guess,” he laughs looking at Ransom, almost losing it when the older man has a steady stream of tears flowing down his cheeks.

“Her and Otto are my everything.  I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to fix all the wrongs I did in Story’s life.  But I want to do it with her as my wife.  I have always wanted a love like yours and Mrs. Drysdale’s, and I have that with her.  She’s my best friend, the person I want to be late for work for because I wanted that extra time with her.  The reason I leave work early, because all I can think about is her and our son.  I want us to be partners, that undying love that you just can’t get enough of.  Even when you’re angry, you stop arguing, just to hold them and let them know you’ll get through it together.  The person I want to have a family with.  She’s the best mom because she learned from the best, and I hope you trust me with her and Otto, because I learned from the best, too.  I have never wanted anything more in my life than her.  Would you do me the honor of giving me your blessing to marry your daughter, and honestly your grandson too.”

Ransom looks back over to her pictures.  His itty bitty baby with the romantic heart.  His grandfather was always right about his kids, if only he stopped to listen.  Without saying a word, he opens a desk drawer, and pulls out the envelop that the White’s had given him, and a leather bond journal, labeled Story Drysdale, Princess of Boston.  Opening it up he flips through the pages of Harlan’s script.  A notebook he had been reading ever since Carter asked for land.  He slides the two of them across the desk and looks at Carter.  

"Two things; I’ll give you my blessing if you tell her about that necklace you keep in your pocket.  I always thought you were playing with your dick with how often your hand is in your pocket.  And the other thing, I should have given you that envelop a long time ago.  It was from when she was pregnant with Otto.  That notebook; read it first.  Then decide how you feel about her.”

“Nothing is going to change my mind, sir.”

Ransom tilts his head, nodding, “I wasn’t trying to.  But maybe you’ll understand the love that she has always had for you, from her grandfather’s point of view,” Carter begins to cry shaking his head.  

“Blade talked about this.  I can’t.”

“You will, or you won’t have my blessing.  Blade is the one that discovered it.  Saw Story up in his study when they were younger.  She always had that out reading it.  There’s a few blotches in it from her tears.  Each child has a notebook.  Even you and James.  Harlan, kept a lot of notes.  He was afraid his mind was going bad at the end of his time, and he read them often.  After you read it, you have my blessing.”

Ransom slides across a skeleton key as well, “That will get you into his study.  It always makes me feel good to be around him.”

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[mypalbuck]

MYPALBUCK’S MASTERLIST

a compilation of fluff, angst, comedy, tropes and alternate universes. please note that I don’t write smut.    ➯ check my pinned to see if requests are open    ➯ i write for marvel/sony characters and misc characters played by the mcu cast!

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last updated: 24/12/21

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MARVEL FANFICS BELOW ⤵️

B. BARNES

HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT ↳ In which sometimes loving people from afar has dire consequences. {hanahaki au}

SOMETHING GREAT ↳ In which your first tinder match isn’t what you expected {social media au}

LOVE AT FIRST TASTE ↳ an alternate universe where soulmates can taste whatever their soulmate tastes. (Soulbound/soulmate)

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P. MAXIMOFF

DÉJÀ VU ↳ in which forgetting pietro was something you could never do.

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S. ROGERS

2:00p.m. ↳ Peggy was his first love. Unfortunately for you, Steve could never fully let himself love another.

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J. STORM

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P. PARKER (TASM)

Two Ghosts ↳ In which two people, trying to move on from the loss of their lovers, find themselves fated to one another.

New Years Day ↳In which love can expressed in many ways and Peter Parker experiences it all.

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We know how these work, right?   Send in a name, pick a prompt and give a brief setting of what you’d like to see and I’ll whip something up for you.  Usually I’ll have a short list of characters I’m open to write for, but I think I want to try and get some Sebastian/his characters posted before I add more.  Though lately I’ve kind of been tempted to write something with Ransom Drysdale..... 

Sebastian Stan / Any of his characters

1. “Despite what you may think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.” 

2. “Tell me what happened.  Tell me why everything changed.”  

3. “I’m trying, can’t you see that? Isn’t that good enough for you?” 

4. “Don’t try and spin this to be my fault!” 

5. “Shut up and kiss me already.” 

6. “It’s not like I like you or anything...” 

7. “Why are you so nice to me?” 

8. “Don’t look at me like that.” 

9. “Do you know how hard I tried to be everything you wanted?” 

10. “I don’t know why you’re hiding.” 

11. “It’s your fault we’re in this mess.”  

12. “You are ridiculously comfortable.” 

13. “Yep, we’re lost.” 

14. “Fireworks scare the shit out of me.” 

15. “Please, please turn the lights on!” 

16. “You hide it with jokes and sarcasm, but I can see how broken your are.” 

17. “Please don’t leave me alone.” 

18.  “I’m not going to get sick, you baby. Just let me hold you.” (They did, in fact, get sick) 

19. “You lost the right to tell me what to do when you left.” 

20. “Don’t say shit like that to me.  I don’t need to feel like you’re doing me some favor by staying with me.” 

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𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — pornstar!lloyd hansen x fem!pornstar!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You’re new in the industry and to the surprise of your boss and yourself you climbed the ranks in only a few months. Now you can act with the big stars and the first one is a complete asshole

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𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — let's start vanilla on Lloyd here! @georgiapeach30513, like, reblog and comment! yeah I started a porn production and they have plots!!! I know, I know, something like this wow! But I want you to feel with them and I don't mean you masturbating. divider by @firefly-graphics

Being a porn star wasn’t your first choice of career, but the student loans had to be paid somehow. Your friend had set you up with the CEO of Barbers production who she knew as her boss.

It took her some convincing, she told you all about the perks; how it payed good, your safety and consent was first priority. For research purposes you googled some of the actors and all of them looked like they were made by gods.

You had known her since your first year at college and that was five years ago.

Not once had she mentioned anything about her job besides how busy, stressful, or free her schedule was. To be honest you always thought she was just jobless and lived on her parents money, but she was too proud to say it.

She gave you a date for an interview as soon as you told her you were ready, leaving you to wonder how long she had set it up.

When you met with the CEO Andy Barber, he gave you a list of kinks, a contract that also stated they took care of the health meaning his firm would pay for any costs. The list with kinks was for you to decide all the no go’s, what you were comfortable with and if wanted to add things.

After all was done, he showed you all his actors and with whom you start and their preferences. It was only a few, some you had already seen on your research like Ransom Drysdale or Air Levinson.

Out of curiosity you asked Andy if he was an actor too which earned you a heartfelt laugh. He answered with yes, but said he stopped three to four years ago.

With the contract signed and the first date set you were sent home.

All this was six months ago and today was your first time shooting with one of Barbers most popular stars; Lloyd Hansen.

You had heard a lot about him and saw him at a Christmas party once. Lloyd was a pure asshole, always made side remarks, treated people like crap and thought he was better than everyone.

However, he shared the top with Ari Levinson and Steve Kemp. Add to that, that he didn’t get along with anyone but Nick Fowler and Andy though that might only be because he’s the boss. About the others he had his opinions.

Now here you were on your way to the set in your pink bathing robe. Your thoughts are running wild, a part of you was excited about doing this but the other part not so much.

“Hey there! I’m your director Carter Baizen and I know you’re familiar with the procedure but I gotta do it. So, if you are uncomfortable in any way then we use the traffic light system. For green and yellow you can just whisper it with Lloyd, should he not hear it and the say it loud. For red say it out loud. Got it?”

“Got it.” You nodded. Consent is the most important part at Barbers Production, and everyone had to respect that.

You walked over to the scene, it was in a nice living room with a bedroom next to it and a build in kitchen. The storyline was about a stepfather fucking his stepdaughter which to be honest was gross but then yet again it was your job, and it wasn’t real.

A second later Lloyd walked in wearing a white bathing robe and a smug smirk on his lips.

“Lloyd my guy! You ready? Now as you know we use the traffic light system. Green and yellow you can whisper to one another unless the other doesn’t hear then loud, red of course always loud. Also, as you it’s her first time with you I want you to do little check-ups in between. Got it?” Carter instructed Lloyd who gave him a ‘got it’.

“Well hello sunshine. Ready to have the best sex in your life?” He asked cocking his eyebrow and the smirk still sitting on his lips. “Oh, I didn’t know I was shooting with Ari,” you responded knowing Lloyd always tried to be better than Ari.

Though this rival thing was going on since Lloyd and Ari started here at the production.

He became popular in the bdsm scene – you weren’t going to deep into this today – which gave him a massive advantage.

Lloyd’s expression changed into a glare, “mouthy little thing,” he muttered under his breath. “One remark makes me mouthy? What you’re not used to someone not crawling up your ass…” “Well certainly not from woman however mostly it me crawling up their asses.”

The smirk was back on his face and your turned into a disgusted expression. “When you get paid enough you do even the most disgusting things,” you replied lifting your chin.

“You forget here sunshine that if they don’t want to, they don’t have too…”

Carter watched the two of you bickering and one thing was for sure, you two had tension, chemistry which wasn’t the most important thing in the industry but definitely a plus. He had to admit that pairing the two of you was a fifty-fifty chance. From Andy he knew that you didn’t take shit from anyone including Lloyd. So, either this was legendary or catastrophic.

“Really? Your trash stash says something different, you look like a pervert.” Dammit what had he missed? Carter only spaced out for a short minute.

In Lloyd’s eyes Carter could see this was about to escalate. “You better-“ “Hey! Hey…how about we start shooting? Y/n you’re gonna walk around in your nighties and try to seduce Lloyd, no luck so we move to the shower where you try again, he leaves and lastly you guys have sex in the living room.”

“Wait people really like that?” you questioned before this you hadn’t shot a stepfamily video. Carter looked down a bit ashamed, “yeah, yeah they do.” Giving him a quite ‘wow’ you put away the bathing robe.

Lloyd put away his robe to revealing him in only a pair of swim shorts. Your eyes drifted over his perfectly sculptured, toned abbs. “Sunshine, I think you’re staring at me,” Lloyd’s voice made your eyes shoot up to his, “good thing you don’t get paid for thinking.”

“Okay, everyone get in position! We’re filming in five, four, three, two, one and action!” Carter yelled over the set.

You put on a seductive smile as you walked over to Lloyd who was leaning against the kitchen counter. Shaking your hips, you took slow steps forward. “Hey there daddy,” you said stroking your hand over his biceps which was surprisingly smooth.

He was quick to react and pushed you away from him, “wow! What are you doing? If you’re mom sees that.” Lloyd took a few steps backwards.

“Don’t worry she out for a trip with her friends and you have me all to yourself,” you didn’t know what you were doing. “I’m your stepfather! This can’t happen.” “Come on live a little daddy!” you called out with excitement. “Stop calling me that,” Lloyd demanded before walking away.

Leaving you in the kitchen with a pout. You sat down on the couch with a huff and turned the tv on. Shortly after you hear the shower start running and your lips curled into a smirk.

Stripping from your soft lilac night gown you exposed your naked body to the camera.

Quietly you walked to the bathroom, peaking the door open you could see Lloyd’s naked form. Your eyes drifted down to his erected cock which he was slowly stroking. You might hate him, but goddamn did you like what you were seeing.

Slowly you walked up behind him. The shower was open, and you could easily come up behind him without him noticing.

Lloyd groaned lowly as he rubbed his dick, he wouldn’t admit it, but your fierce energy made him this hard. His head dipped back the warmth of the shower consuming him in his pleasure.

You snaked your hand around Lloyd and put it around his dick gently following his movements. Peppering kisses along his back you moved his hand away from his erection.

“Yeah, keep going love,” “mhm try again daddy…” you whispered against the shell of his ear. Instantly Lloyd’s eye snapped open, and he fled from your grip.

“The fuck are you doing here? Fucking shit and cover yourself!” he threw a towel your way which you dodged. “Oh, come on I know you wanna fuck me,” you stepped closer backing him against the sink.

Lloyd had a hard time resisting you but couldn’t break character, “it doesn’t matter if I want to or not. You are my stepdaughter, I’m married to your mother!”

Your hands cradled his face, “she never has to know. We’re not blood, we can do what we want…” lips ghosting over his. “Give it to me…fuck me…fuck me rough, make me cry, fuck me until I can’t walk,” you begged him clawing your hands on his broad shoulders.

A growl came past his lips and Lloyd grabbed your hips pulling you flush against him. “Fine. You want me to fuck you rough? Make you cry like a little girl and treat you like a filthy whore?” “Yes, yes please daddy-.” He turned you around pushing you against the sink.

“Call me daddy again and you can’t sit straight for a week,” Lloyd hissed while one of his hands landed a firm slap on your ass. A gasp escaped you in response.

“Understood?” “Understood…” “Sir you call me sir and if you don’t you get punished.”

Lloyd dragged you to the bedroom and threw you on the bed. You smirked at him as you pushed up and your elbows and spread your legs giving him a perfect view on your pussy.

With a mischiefs smile Lloyd grabbed your ankles drawing you to the edge of the king-sized bed. “What a slutty pussy do we have here huh? I didn’t even touch you yet and here you are dripping like the whore you are….” His words send shivers down your spine.

Letting his finger trail up your body he moved above you. Grabbing him by the neck, you pulled him down for a hungry kiss. Whining into his mouth desperately.

Everything to stay in role you thought to yourself. You didn’t necessarily have to kiss your fellow actors unless in fitted the role you were given and here it wasn’t required.

Without thinking Lloyd kissed you back, the same thought running through his mind.

His hands moved down to your wrists taking them from himself. One of his hands gripped both of your wrists as the other longed for the belt that laid a few inches away from your head. He tied your wrist together having to poke another hole in the belt.

Going back down he was eye to eye with your cunt. His hands gripped your thighs, and he lapped your pussy like a starved man. Moaning loudly, you wiggled against the belt.

You wanted to touch him, grip his hair, and shove his face deeper inside you. His moustache teases your bundle in the best kind of way.

However as much as you loved the way he made you feel, you hated it. You hated him with your guts, but that man knew what he was doing, and you enjoyed it. His tongue circled your hole before diving in. One hand let go of your thigh and joined his tongue.

Two fingers curling inside of you while his tongue played with you bundle of nerves. You squeezed his fingers when they hit your sensitive spot. “Damn such a tight cunt for such a whore. If two of my fingers barley fit, how are you gonna take my fat cock?”

“Oh, but I know a slut like you would do everything for a cock wouldn’t she? A dumb whore who doesn’t know better is only after cock,” he continued.

Slowing down his movements Lloyd admired your torn expression.

He loved that he could see how conflicted you were with him giving you this kind of pleasure and still hating him.

Letting out a high-pitched whine as Lloyd didn’t stop teasing you, you tried rolling your hips for more pleasure. Instead, his hand pushed your hips back down, “little slut…are that desperate? What you wanna come? Want your sir to relieve you?”

Quickly you nodded your head not able to form words. “Words whore.” Lloyd slapped your cunt the moment he didn’t hear any words from you. “Yes, sir I want you to relieve me.”

“What a shame I don’t want to,” he said and stood up. Whining you reached for him with your hips longing for his sinful mouth again. “No, the only way you’re coming today is on my cock because that what a whore like you wants right? The only thing you think about all day is to be a whore for a cock.”

The tip of his dick graced your leaking hole using the juice from as lube. Without warning you he pushed himself inside stretching you out.

His hands rested on either side of your head, “fuck tight as a virgin. How is your cunt still this tight when you’re such a slut.” Groaning he seated himself deeper into your pussy.

“Move, please move sir…” you whimpered. Complying Lloyd moved back and forth, the first few thrusts went slow and then he rutted into you. For better grip he wrapped his right hand around your throat.

With Lloyd destroying your pussy, whispering the dirtiest words in your ear, and hitting all the right spots at the same time you felt the familiar knot building in your stomache.

Clenching your walls together around Lloyd's cock causing a loud moan from his lips to escape. He squeezed your throat in response.

Here you were making the filthiest noises when Lloyd could break everything with the sound of his moan. Never in your life before had you heard a sound that turned you on like this.

“Does the sound of my moan turn you into a little slut? Oh no, wait! You already are a slut!” you wanted to answer him but all that came from you was a blabbering sound.

“Oh, have I fucked you dumb already?” He questions with a mocking pout.

You tried shaking your head as much as you could with Lloyd's hand laced around your throat. “I-I come…sir come I” you stammered around.

The sound of flesh slapping together could be heard around the entire set. “You wanna come? Then work for it whore,” with that he turned you around.

He laid on his back with you sitting on his cock. The sudden change of position and angle making you moan pornograficly.

His cock hit spots that you didn't even know about until now.

Taking a deep breath you began moving your hips in circular motions. “Are you this dumb or do just act like it? Are you a dumb fucking whore? Are you so dumb that you can't even ride me properly?”

His hand went back to your hips moving them up and down while pushing his hips against yours.

The tight grip caused bruises, and the realization got you close to the edge.

“Cum for me little slut, cum for your sir like a whore should.”

You collapsed on Lloyd from the intense orgasm he gave you. You already knew you were going to sleep for hours after this and to be honest you could sleep already.

“Now don't fall asleep on me whore, you still have to make me cum.” He pushed you away from him to stand up.

His erection glistening with your cum, gripping your hair he pulled you to him.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded. Doing so he directly pushed his cock into your mouth. You could taste your own cum mixed with his pfecum, having you pussy thrombin.

Lloyd brutally fucked your throat. For a moment stopped to let you gag on his cock causing tears to spring in your eyes.

“Whores don't get to breathe,” he told you.

You whimpered wanting his cum already. As if he heard your thoughts Lloyd let go and fucked his cum down your throat admiring the bulge he made. A relieved moan coming from his soft lips.

A moment of silence fell between the two of you. Making eye contact felt like another world.

Then Carter's loud ‘cut’ rang through the set. “Amazing!!! You can put the robes back on, shower and leave for the day! Oh, y/n how was it? Would you do it again? Maybe go a bit more into bdsm this time?”

You looked at him with a tired smile as you put the robe back on. “Yeah sure! However I would start slowly if that's okay?”

Carter waved you off, “of course that's okay! I gotta see…we could start with Fowler…” before he could finish you interrupted him. “We don't have to do it right now! Just schedule something with Bunny and text me.” You told him and walked away for a needed shower.

Lloyd watched you take off, “you give her to anyone but me and I will have you fired,” he whispered to Carter.

Speechless he watched Lloyd walk away wearing a satisfied smirk.

[chasingmidnights]

A Collection: One Shots

Random Fandom one-shots with various characters to enjoy! (Most of these will remain single parts, unless I feel the need to write a part two.)

Loki One-Shots:

Read to Me ~ Avengers!Loki x reader

If We Ever Meet Again ~ Loki x Asgardian!reader

Ransom Drysdale One-Shots:

In a World of Black & White ~ Ransom Drysdale x reader; soulmate au

Bucky Barnes One-Shots:

Feels Like Dying, Part One & Part Two ~ Avengers!Bucky Barnes x reader; ft Leah from TFATWS

Better Boyfriend ~ toxic!Bucky Barnes x reader; ft. Natasha Romanoff

Ari Levinson One-Shots:

A Blue Christmas ~ Part two to "I'll Think I'll Collapse Right a Here", which can be found in my Tales of Whumpee Newbie Masterlist or here.

Bad Liar ~ coffee shop au

Steve Rogers One-Shots:

A Walk Through the Woods ~ Secret relationship au; Sunflower!reader

Carter Baizen One-Shots:

A First Time for Everything ~ Sugar Daddy au

Misc. Random One-Shots:

Once Upon a December ~ No specific pairing; ft. avenger!reader & Tony Stark & Morgan Stark

Just A Perk ~ Obi Wan Kenobi x Jedi apprentice reader; soulmate au

For the Greater Good, Part Two ~ Part One can be found in my Tales of a Whumpee Newbie Masterlist or Here; ft. step-sister!reader of Belle, also OUAT!Rumplestiltskin & Belle

Tiger, Tiger ~ Patrick Jane x agent!reader; The Mentalist AU

Bad At Love ~ toxic!Frank x reader (Sebastian Stan's character from Endings, Beginnings)

Stars ~ No specific pairing; ft. Natasha Romanoff & other Avengers

[nocturne-pisces]

Satisfied Customers: Ari Levinson x Reader

Smaller: Stucky

How Endgame Should Have Ended

Kitten: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Darlin': 40's Bucky x Reader

Sunshine: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Good: Ari Levinson x Reader

Feel: Mechanic!Bucky x Reader

Renegotiate: Thomas Shelby x Barmaid!Reader

Everything in this list has dark themes and dark characters.

Arkham Menace: Jason Todd x Reader

Thanks, Sunshine: Destroyer!Chris x Reader

Fixture: AndrewGarfield!Spiderman x Reader

Underdog: Bobby Pronge, Justin Capshaw x Reader

Bronze: Lance Tucker x Reader

Mutual Benefits: Scott Huffman x Reader (1)

—Matrimony: Scott Huffman x Reader (2)

Prince Charming: Carter Baizen x Reader

Lamb: Chase Collins x Reader

Tastes Like You: Steve Kemp x Reader

Little Fairy: Jefferson (Once Upon A Time) x Reader

Pretty Little Thing: Lee Bodecker x Reader