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rosedpetal · 4 months ago

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A Good Father

Summary: Ransom shows his family he knows how to take care of his own kid.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader (as his baby mamma)

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: none

Author's note: this is a repost.

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If years ago someone ever told Ransom that he'd get married and have children, he'd laugh in their faces. Whenever anyone in his family brought the topic of him settling down, he would leave the table and curse at them.

Until you came in the picture.

He was having the worst day ever, and he desperately needed a cookie. So, he went to the grocery store and was about to pick the last package left of his favorite cookies on the aisle, when you swayed your damned hips and got the package first.

Ransom was livid. He threw the most embarrassing tantrum ever, threatening to call security on you and ruin your life, but you just laughed at his face and asked if he wanted to share. Share! How dared you?

So, you bought the cookies and gave him half. After the first bite, his mood improved and he actually asked you out on a date. It was the best night of his life.

Five years later, you were married and had a baby. You moved to a nice house in a quiet neighborhood, and even adopted a stray dog (well, he just got home from work one day and the puppy was chewing on one of his expensive shoes, while you had the widest grin he ever saw on someone's face).

Ransom loved you with all his heart. And when you gave birth to your baby daughter, he loved her beyond words.

But right now, you were set on making him miserable.

"I'm not talking about this again, Hugh." You pointed your finger at him and he flinched. You never called him by his name. "You're going and you're taking Lily with you. Her nanny is sick, and I have to work."

"But babe-"

"Not. Another. Word." You gave him one of your deadly stares, and he actually felt sorry for Lily having such a scary mother. After petting your dog's fur, you turned to Lily on the highchair and peppered her face with kisses, while she giggled. "Mommy's gonna miss you so much baby boo, you tell me if your daddy misbehave!"

Ransom tried not to roll his eyes at you. You pecked him on the lips and he pouted. Before you left the kitchen, he called you:

"Babe, don't forget your jacket. It might get cold."

You smiled at him. You knew he was upset for having to take Lily to his family's horrible get-together.

After your car left the garage, he looked at his chubby baby, wondering if he'd succeed in shielding her from the evil of his family.

Things change after having your first child. First, Ransom started saving money. No more shopping sprees for him. Then, he actually tried to get his own thing, in which he failed miserably. Seeing his struggle, his good old grandad secured him with the ownership of their publishing company (for Walt's despair). The only catch: he'd have to show to family meetings at least until Harlan Thrombey's death.

Which was how he was stuck in this mess in the first place.

Ransom was not stupid. He could handle these annoying game nights, dinners and whatever by provoking everyone and leaving after setting the mood for a big fight.

But bringing his baby with him?

Big no.

Well, you shared his opinion on this. You two would avoid having Lily in their company as best as you could, but some things couldn't be helped.

Your trusted nanny called in sick, and you couldn't bring Lily to work.

Ransom wanted to cry.

He took the fussing Lily out of the baby seat and struggled to put her in the carrier attached to his front, got her pink bag on his shoulder and closed the door of the car with his feet (how you managed to do all these things so gracefully were beyond him). He got on the front porch of Harlan's home and wanted to scream. What the hell was his great-grandmother doing there, sitting alone on that chilly afternoon, with such a thin blanket covering her?

"Hey Nana, why don't we go drink some tea inside?" He offered. The small old woman nodded, in a way he new she didn't actually acknowledged him.

Fuck his family for treating Nana like she was something disposable.

Ransom took Nana's small hand on his and carried her to an armchair in the living room, where Fran was serving tea to Harlan.

Before Ransom could even say "hi" his grandfather was already up and speaking in his "baby" voice with Lily. His daughter giggled, showing her cute teeny tiny new teeth.

It was fucking cute, but the days of Lily's teething made Ransom and Y/N traumatized.

"Hi to you too, granddad." Ransom rolled his eyes, sitting across his grandfather's seat.

"Tea?" Fran offered Ransom. He thanked her, an habit you made him build. Saying "thanks", and "please", things his parents didn't bother to teach him. He wanted Lily to be better than him, and by that, he had to make himself better than whatever he was.

The first time Ransom apologized to Fran, the woman was so shocked that she broke in a fit of hysterical laughter, while Marta just blinked like she was imagining things.

Ransom took a walk with Lily still safely attached to his chest. He didn't want to admit it, but she was getting heavier and harder to carry all the times. God, after five minutes he needed to sit down on a wooden trunk to recover.

Feeling like his breath was coming to normal again, Ransom went back to the house, noticing that there were more cars parked there.

Here comes the shit show.

At the dining table, Richard's voice mixed with Walt's, like they were competing on who would talk louder. Linda absently smoked a cigarette, promptly ignoring Joni. Jacob and Meg where fighting over politics or some shit, and Donna was on her phone.

A miserable-looking Marta sat between Fran and Nana on the small couch on the corner.

And Harlan ignored the rest of them, with a glass of whiskey dancing in his hand.

"Oh, there he is! And look who is here too!" Linda beamed, putting out the cigarette.

Ransom grimaced when his mother's nicotine smelling hand brushed against his daughter's face. Lily was so calmed before, and it broke his heart when she started crying her lungs out, like she wanted to be away from Linda's greedy presence.

Lily's crying made everyone shut up. She was born eight months ago, and they saw her only once, when Ransom and Y/N took her to Harlan's when she was a newborn. Linda and Richard tried to visit Ransom's house a few times, but they quickly grew bored of the grandparents role.

Joni, Donna and Walt couldn't really care less for baby Drysdale. Meg tried to be as nice as she could with Lily, but she was terrified of babies. As for Jacob, Ransom didn't want that little creep close to his daughter.

"Oh, Ransom, is she hungry or something?" Linda grimaced at Lily's screams.

No, mother, she's upset because she hates you. Ransom wanted to yell at Linda's face, but he just took Lily in his arms and rocked her gently, kissing her sweaty temple and running his thumb over her tears.

"Shh, love. 'S okay, daddy's here for you. My brave little girl, everything's gonna be alright, I'm here for you." Ransom whispered gently to Lily.

Linda gulped, suddenly feeling her eyes watering. She wondered if she could go back she'd be a better mother. She doesn't remember ever holding Ransom like that, not even when he was a baby. She didn't even breastfeed him, and she and Richard never woke up in the middle of night to soothe Ransom's cries. Not when they had nannies for that. Not when they could buy their way of not giving him their time or affection.

"You're good with her, son." Richard cleared his throat, feeling the same guilt wash over him.

"Of course I'm good with my own daughter." Ransom scoffed, still rocking Lily in his arms. He lowered his head to her. "There you go, baby. Wanna hang out with auntie Marta while daddy spend some time with these assholes? Huh?"

Marta smiled a little at the snarky remark, and Ransom passed Lily to her, who was already making grabby hands for Marta.

Of course she likes the immigrant nurse, Linda bitterly thought.

"Wow, that was so cute, Ransom!" Meg complimented. "You make me think even I could be a good parent! No offense, of course."

"None taken, cousin. Having children is life changing if you're ever willing to have your own."

"Ohhh, I miss when Meg was that tiny. You were the cutest thing ever, baby." Joni took Meg's hand on her own. Donna and Walt's gaze strayed to Jacob, who smiled at them.

The memories of Linda, Neil and Walt's feet running in the house flooded Harlan's memory. How he missed them like that. How he missed his deceased son and wife.

The atmosphere in the living room was way more harmonious, almost soothing. The Thrombey-Drysdale family was taken aback by Ransom's behavior. They never thought he'd be a good father.

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royalsweetteaa · 1 year ago

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Hi! I really like your HC AU. Could you do one of how Cevans characters would react to reader flinching during an argument?

Oooh I love this idea! 🥹💔 Let’s get to it!

POV: Y/N flinches in midst of an argument.

Warning - The following HC contains: angst/fluff, comfort, reader has hinted trauma.

Steve Rogers

Steve would cut himself off and stare at you. “Doll, why did you wince like that?…did I raise my voice too loud? I didn’t mean to if I did but I….you know me…I have never and wouldn’t…” Steve begins to ramble a little with his words as he processes what just happened. “Who hurt you, my love? Please, tell me…I’m worried…this had to have come from somewhere, right?” Steve asks as he’s ready to receive an explanation while pulling you in to stroke your back gently. He listens, already plotting in his head to pay ‘someone’ a visit responsible for your trauma response.

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom raises his eyebrows as he sees you flinch and he furrows, confused. “Kitten,…did you seriously think I was about to hit you just now?” Ransom would ask with his arms crossed. “…Do you think I would steep that low?” A part of him takes offense as he first assumes that’s the whole story, but the pieces pick up slowly that this could have come from a previous encounter. He sighs, realizing he’s handling this poorly. “Darling…I didn’t mean for you to react that way. I hope you’re not scared of me…are you?” He’s relieved when you shake your head, and he decides it’s best if you both take a break from arguing. He comforts you, reassuring there’s nothing to be worried about. He hopes you’ll eventually tell him and explain on your own why you flinched.

Andy Barber

Andy would shut his mouth the moment he sees you flinch, and he would stay still as he processes the moment. When he receives your look of feeling guilty, his face softens, “Oh honey…it’s okay, let’s stop arguing about this and talk about what happened, okay? Did I scare you?” He asks first, not wanting to put much pressure on you. He wants to know right away if it was him who had caused you to flinch, and he wants you to feel safe so he speaks in his most soothing tone. When he sees you’re not reacting negatively to his closeness, he pulls you in to an embrace, making you feel safe.

Jake Jensen

Jake would stiffen, wondering what just happened to make you flinch. “Are you okay? You just flinched as if I was going to…” his heart breaks in a million pieces as he puts two and two together. He carefully takes your hands to give you reassurance. “Baby, what happened? Was it me?…You know you can talk to me about anything…I’m all ears, always.” Jake would reassure as he makes you sit down on the couch with him encouraging a chat about it. This incident would bother Jake for a long time, and he would often catch himself in future mid-arguments asking if he’s not coming across as too aggressive to make sure you won’t react like that ever again.

Johnny Storm

Johnny’s sentence would die out the moment he sees you wince and ask, “What was that?”, distraught and confused. “Did you just…” he doesn’t complete his sentence as he flattens his hands and raises them. “Babe,…I’m never putting my hand on you…my parents, while they died when I was very young raised me good enough to know that’s never okay…I wouldn’t do that even if you called me names or cursed at me like Ben always does!” He makes light out of the situation to distract you and pulls you in to caress you when he sees a small smile form on your lips, already leaving you two to forget about what you were even arguing about.

Ari Levinson

Ari’s response to you flinching would be to take a step back and give space between the two of you. He’s encountered women with traumatic responses before and knows that to deescalate the trigger, he needs to show he isn’t going to do any harm, like raising his hand. He would then say to you in a soothing voice, “Sweetheart,…I apologize if I came off as heated just now…let’s put this aside and think of something else, alright?” He would then crouch down, look up at you and making himself small to further deescalate your trauma response. You would respond getting closer to him and come into his welcoming and warm embrace, as you know Ari’s safe. It’s all forgotten and Ari doesn’t see any point of bringing up the argument again. Your feeling of safety comes first.

Thank you @imyourbratzdoll for helping me out a little on this one! ♥️🥰

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boxofbonesfic · 2 years ago

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Title: Wax and Wane

Pairing: Werewolf!Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: You were drawn to Andrew Barber like a moth to flame, and now that everything you were is burned away, you cling to him in the ashes.

Word Count: 1,269

Warnings: Darkfic, Dubcon, Horror Au, Werewolves, Smut, Borderline Monsterfucking (lol), Implied Stockholm Syndrome, Breeding, Dead Dove: Do not eat, MINORS DNI!

A/N: my second entry for my Friday the 13th challenge! so as some of you all may recall, the “A.B” initials on the charm bracelet in Talking to the Moon implied the existence of other women, and maybe other pack members…😈 mind the warnings my loves! enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics

The sound of the bell rouses you, forcing you to sit up groggily as you blink at the dark room. The heavily draped window is dark too, and when you look blearily for the digital clock on the bedside table, it confirms your suspicion.

The bright numbers read 3:17, and for a moment you consider turning back over and going back to sleep, but the little bell next to your bed sounds again insistently.

I hate that fucking bell. It’s an antiquated remnant of the house’s past, from a time when your lavish bedroom was once part of the servant’s quarters, the bell a means to summon you. Now, however, it serves a somewhat different purpose.

Is it really different? He calls, I come.

Andy’s side of the bed is cold, you note as you roll out from underneath the covers. You peek through the curtains out at the moon, a dark sliver eaten out of the bright circle. It won’t last, though—it’s due to be full tomorrow, maybe the day after, so Andy’s side of the bed will remain cold until then.

You hate that you miss him, a little. He is a good conversationalist after all, your man—your monster.

Andy is supposed to be with the pack—you know this from past experience. It’s strange he’s waited so long to leave, and you know that now he must have certainly missed his chance. You make your way down the long hall, the only sound the whisper of your long robe against the cool tile. He isn’t downstairs, not when you exit the grand staircase and into the dark living room. The house is intimidating in the dark, but you’ve done this enough times now that you could probably do it with your eyes shut if you wanted to. You go through the kitchen, pausing briefly before the cellar door.

When you open it, Andy is waiting for you on the other side. It’s easy to see the change is almost upon him. His bare chest is heaving, shiny with sweat. His eyes are fever bright, nostrils flaring from the scent of you. When he licks his lips, your pulse quickens, and you wonder if he can hear it, if he knows.

I should have seen it coming.

You should have—but Andy had blinded you. Love blinded you. You had not noticed your friends dropping from your life like irate flies as you found yourself too busy with Andy Barber to see them, your family held at arms length by their disapproval of your wealthy, mysterious new beau. People falling like dominoes until you were alone—

And alone, you were weak.

When the man had become a monster, you had clung on instead of running. And now, you think as you lightly finger the raised scar on your chest, it’s too late. The long scratch marks that if you measured, would be exactly Andy’s finger-widths apart.

There’s something under my skin, too.

You allow him to pull you to his chest as he inhales deeply, pressing his face into your hair. The smell of him does something to you, too, igniting a warm tingle deep in the apex of your thighs. The distinctly male musk, tinged with something animal, primal. His fingers tangle in your curls for a moment before he lets go, his hands wandering appreciatively down your sides and over the curve of your hips.

“I thought I was going to have to come get you,” he says, his voice low. There is amusement there, too. “You have good timing.”

Most people don’t pay close attention, so generally, even when Andy is out and about this close to the change, no one notices the tells. Not like you. His nails are longer, sharper and stronger. His canines longer, thicker—it makes him lisp, just a little. And his eyes…

The darkest, stormiest blue.

Andy slides a finger beneath your chin, tilting your head up. You sigh into his mouth as his lips meet yours, his teeth pulling at the plump flesh until it swells. Hungrily he swallows the resulting whimper, and when his tongue sweeps into your mouth he tastes like gin—he’s been drinking. Andy’s hands slide up your sides, displacing the robe as he pushes it from your shoulders.

“Smell like honeysuckle,” the words are murmured low against your throat. You squeak when his fingers sink appreciatively into the soft skin of your ass underneath the hem of your nightie. He inhales again, teeth tugging at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “And rain.” Thick fingers wiggle between your thighs, and you widen your stance without being asked, and Andy hums with pleasure at finding you damp already.

“Missed you.”

Your breath catches as he circles your clit, before sliding down to tease at your entrance. When he pulls back, you try to stifle the whine that grows in your throat, but you don’t kill it completely.

“Get on the desk.”

This room serves as Andy’s unofficial second office. Where, if you looked, you might find pieces of evidence that were conveniently “lost” during trial—things that might make their way into Andy’s pocket if he had a particularly stubborn problem.

Nothing that would be of use to you now.

His eyes rest on you with almost physical weight, you can feel them boring into you as you lean up onto your toes, bending across the dark wood. You peek over your shoulder, and you sink your teeth into your lip to keep from gasping. When the change is close, you know Andy is… bold. Aggressive, even—-and tonight is no different. He openly palms his cock through his open pants, staring lustfully at the glistening folds between your spread thighs. He grins at you, and your cheeks burn but you don’t look away.

“I told you, runt,” he says, the points of his sharp teeth hanging over his lip. “I missed you.” Andy is on you in two easy strides, resting a hand on your hip as he rubs the head of his cock against your pussy. This time, you can’t help the shuddering moan that leaks through your clenched teeth. He bends over you until he can rest his lips on the back of your neck, and they curve against your skin. “I see you missed me too, didn’t you?”

“I did,” you admit, your cunt sucking desperately at the tip of his cock.

“Mmm, good girl, so honest.” The pleased hum that vibrates in his chest fills you with a shameful sense of pride. You are a pretty bird in a pretty cage for as long as he’ll have you—but you can’t bring yourself to hate him. You moan as he begins to push forward, his hand heavy on your hip.

“I know I’m supposed to be with the pack,” Andy grits out as he begins to stretch you open. You stare with lidded, unseeing eyes at the bookshelves in front of you, his words echoing in your ears. There’s a sort of doubling when he speaks again, two voices in one mouth. There is Andy’s voice, the one you know, and then something dark. Animal.

“But you feel so good like this.”

You know the beast is crawling just underneath Andy’s skin, staring out at you through his eyes. Your only saving grace is the fact that they want the same thing—

“I know you like it too, pup,” Andy’s teeth scrape hungrily against your neck as he splits you open inch by delicious inch. “You always did have a thing for monsters.”

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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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The assistant (6) - Good times

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Former!Boss!Steve Rogers x Former!Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader

A/N: Okay, I went a little crazy with all the CEvans charaters in this one.

Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, fluff, domestic brothers

The assistant masterlist

<;< Part 5

Here are the nicknames every brother gave the reader:

Lloyd – Cupcake; Jake – Sweetie; Ari – Sweetness; Curtis – Sunshine; Andy – Pookie; Mike – Flower

“What’s your plan, Lloyd?!” Andy sighs as his brother refuses to tell him about his plan. “I told you that I’m all in. I’ve missed my family…and…”

“And?” Lloyd asks. “What else did you miss?”

“The business, okay. My life is boring and lonely. I can’t breathe right when I’m home at the empty house. The one Laurie wanted me to buy. I hate it there.”

“Congrats on realizing your life is shitty since you left us,” Ari snickers. “How about you find some pussy to get over that uptight bitch you left us for?”

“Ari, don’t,” Jake warns. “We agreed on leaving the past behind. Let’s celebrate that the lost brothers returned home.”

“I second that,” Curtis grumbles. He lifts his glass before downing it in one go. “So, have we already decided on who is allowed to make a move on Y/N first.”

Jake jerks his head toward his brother. He gives Curtis the stinky eye, daring him to make a move on you. “She’s my friend, not yours. I saw her first. I talked to her first. Keep your hands to yourself.”

“Back to the plan you mentioned,” Mike shyly looks at Lloyd. He’s unsure if his brothers even want him to be a part of their plans, but he will try anything to earn his place in the family again.

“You will love it, Mickey,” Lloyd snickers. “We will steal Captain America’s shield. That asshat won’t know what hit him.”

“You want to steal his shield?” Andy furrows his brows. “That’s your endgame? Shield theft. I thought we want to pay him back for humiliating and hurting Y/N.”

“Lloyd, that’s one stupid plan,” Jake groans. “I thought you are the mastermind here. What do you want with the shield? I wanna punch his face.”

“He’s a super-soldier, right?” Mike looks at his phone. He’s watching a video of Steve fighting the Chitauri in New York City. “Damn, he breaks through walls and punches aliens with that shield. I don’t think we will be able to steal the shield.”

“How about we leak nudes of Captain Asshole?” Jake suggests. “Or maybe a sex tape. We need something really dirty and disgusting.”

“I bet he has a small dick. We could just take a few pictures and leak them,” Lloyd hums. “It’s not the worst plan. Lemme think about the details.”

“Hey, don’t take over my plan! It’s mine. I will think about the details.” Jake complains loudly.

Ari rolls his eyes.

“Guys, this is an awful plan. Do you honestly believe the Avengers don’t have a public relations team helping them find shit about the so-called heroes on the internet? Have you never asked yourself why there are no embarrassing snapshots of one of them to find?”

“If you don’t like this plan. What’s your plan?” Jake snaps at Ari. “Rogers is a super-soldier. Y/N doesn’t want us to hurt Rogers.”

“She doesn’t want us to get hurt,” Andy corrects. “We won’t be able to physically hurt Captain America. We need to outsmart him.”

“Let’s steal the shield then,” Lloyd grumbles. “It’s our best shot. He loves that piece of metal. Without it, he’s only a guy in a costume.”

“You mean he’s a guy in a costume with super-strength, and the ability to run through walls,” Andy sarcastically says. “All your plans are, doomed to failure. We need to hit him fast, hard, and without mercy.”

“Aw, look at Mr. Lawyer. He wants to play the big bad mobster again,” Lloyd teases. “Tell me, Andy. How do you intend on hitting a super-soldier fast and hard.”

“What if we drug him?” Mike throws in. “We can drug and kidnap him. If we got him in our clutches, we could give him hell.”

“Hmm…that’s not the worst plan.” Lloyd nods.

“Guys, I finished dinner,” you poke your head into the conference room. “Do you have time for food and a break?”

“Food?” Jake licks his lips. “Of course, sweetie. We will have dinner with you. Right, guys?”

“Sure.” Mike gets up from his seat to follow you like a puppy. “What are we eating, Flower?”

“Flower?” you cock your head to look at Mike.

“Uh-I think the nickname suits you. You’re beautiful, and kind, and you brighten a room when you enter it.” He walks next to you. “Thank you for the breakfast. It was delicious.”

“It’s the least I could do. Your brothers were all so kind and helped me get over the loss of my job, and everything happening with Steve Rogers.”

“I’d like to help you too. What do you want me to do to him? Name it, and I’ll do it.”

“Mike, you should enjoy having your brothers back in your life. Focus on your family and start anew. Forget about Steve Rogers. I intend on doing so. He never appreciated all the hard work I put into organizing his life.”

“Don’t you want to pay him back?”

You shrug. “I quit and walked out of the Avengers building, my head held high. I could’ve made a fuss. But I hate being the victim. People like Sandy believe they always get away with the shit they pull. I believe, one day, karma will bite them in the ass.”

“I love the way you think.”

You chuckle. “Let’s get some food into you. You look so thin.”

“Cupcake, we will never let you go,” Lloyd exclaims before he shoves the last spoonful of food into his mouth. “Damn, you cook like an angel and look like a sexy devil.”

“Lloyd,” Jake grunts. “Stop hitting on her!”

“I don’t need to hit on Y/N. She’s already enchanted by me.”

“Sunshine, the food was great,” Curtis tries to stop his brothers from fighting over you and win you over at the same time. “A toast to Y/N and the wonderful meal she prepared for us.”

“So, Pookie,” Andy’s deep voice catches you off guard, “what are your plans for tonight? Do you have time to tell me more about your contract and what happened with Rogers?”

Lloyd frowns deeply. Not only did Andy give you a nickname, but he also leans closer to you to grip the backrest of your chair.

“We need to keep an eye on Andy,” Ari whispers in Jake’s ear. “He tries to snatch Y/N out of our hands. Our brother is a dangerous opponent. Andy looks like the domestic dream of every woman.”

“Can we not forget about all of this? I’m ready to move on,” you softly reply. “Jake, I’d like to take over the position you offered. I love taking care of paperwork, and cookies.”

Jake grins. If you work with him from now on, he’s got a better chance to win your heart over before one of his brothers gets his hands on you.

“I want to blow his ass up with a hand grenade for hurting you, cupcake. Say yes,” Lloyd almost whines. He’s itching to pay Steve back.

“No violence, Lloyd,” you tut and point your fork at the cocky mustache enthusiast. “I told all of you so. All I want is to start a new life.”

“Alright,” Ari claps his hands. “It’s decided then. You will move in with us and work with Jake from now on.”

“Wait! I didn’t agree to move in with you!” You roll your eyes as the brothers protest loudly. “Guys, I got an apartment.”

“Sweetness, we got a mansion with ten bedrooms. You’ll keep the room you inherit. It has a balcony, a walk-in wardrobe, a fireplace, and a comfortable queen-sized bed.”

“Ari,” you sigh deeply, “that’s not the point here. We don’t even know each other. All you know about me is my sob story.”

“I know you,” Lloyd runs his index and middle finger over his mustache. “I checked your background, cupcake. I know every detail about you and your life and decided to keep you.”

“And if we start a war with Captain America it’s safer for you to stay here, with all of us,” Curtis says. “We can get all of your belongings in no time.”

“We know your apartment was furnished,” Jake says.

You bury your face in your hands and groan. All brothers insist that you must stay at their place. Even Andy and Mike who just met you.

“Guys…”

“Sweetie, please stay here with us. What if Sandy tries to get back at you?” Jake begs. “Rumors say Stark fired her.”

“I don’t think she’ll try to…” You frown. Sandy never liked you. She did everything in her power to get your job and office. “Or would she?”

“See, we don’t know yet, Pookie. Stay here, and we handle the rest.” Andy looks you up and down, humming as you shift in your seat.

Six pairs of stunning blue eyes are set on you.

You sigh and nod. There is no use fighting six stubborn brothers. “Only until we know if Sandy is planning to get back at me…”

>> Part 7

The assistant

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delicatebarness · 9 hours ago

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The Mercenary’s Daughter | Prologue

Summary: Lloyd Hansen trained his children to be the perfect weapons. His only girl, the exception, was his favorite and the best.

Word Count: 307

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A/N: This story came to mind because @lanabuckybarnes and I discussed how Lloyd would react if a baby was left on his doorstep. - Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as mine. - B

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“Again,” he commanded, his voice low but unyielding. Filling your lungs, the morning air was sharp and biting– a cold that matched your father's gaze. His hands were clasped behind his back, standing across from you with a steady stance. His eyes scanned your body with critical precision, taking in every detail and making mental notes of every flaw as you gripped the wooden training staff in your small hands.

You shifted your feet, breathing calmly and bracing for the strike you knew would come. He never held back, not when it came to you– his only daughter, his favorite. He trained you to be better and pushed you the hardest. You had to be faster, and quieter– a weapon sharper than his older children, his sons.

He nodded, signaling for you to begin, and you did. Your small frame moved with precision and instinct, straining every muscle. You kept up with the grueling pace he demanded. Beads of sweat rolled down your forehead, not once did you falter. He expected excellence, so you were nothing less than perfection.

“You’re not like your brothers,” he said, his tone softer after the hours of drills. Yet, there was still that edge that kept your attention. “You’re sharper. Smarter.” The tiniest glint of pride flashed in his eyes, so brief that for a moment, you doubted if it was real. But, it was still enough. It was everything.

Outside the Hansen family, you were known as “The Child.” A shadow, a whisper. A name spoke in fear. But to your father, Lloyd Hansen, you were his creation– the exception. And, as the early morning sun rose over the estate, a pale light shining over the training yard, the weight of his expectations settled over you.

You promised yourself one thing at that moment: You would never let him down.

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#Nick Fowler x Reader #Lloyd Hansen x Daughter!Reader #Nick Fowler x Hansen!Reader #Nick Fowler #Lloyd Hansen #Assassin!Reader #lloyd hansen x reader #cevans characters #seb characters #lloyd hansen fanfiction #nick fowler x you #nick fowler fanfiction

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thezombieprostitute · 1 day ago

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Which CE character would help with calming overwhelming anxiety?

Short answer, a lot of them.

Ari Levinson, Curtis Everett, Steve Rogers: They know what to do and immediately step in to take care of you. They're your weighted blanket. Your reassurance. Your teddy bear. Whatever you need them to be.

Cole Turner, Jake Jensen, Johnny Storm: These guys initially panic. There's a lot of trial and error as they learn what works and what doesn't work. But you're definitely their priority throughout the whole thing.

Andy Barber, Frank Adler, Nick Vaughn: These guys seem like the type who would help you out, but I don't know enough about them to say one way or another.

#zombie asks #cevans characters

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cha0ticatfy · 2 years ago

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➜ 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙

( Jake Jensen! x Innocent Reader )

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• Plot: Just Jake giving comfort at a SA situation.

•Important to read before continuing!:

I do not romanticize, normalize or promote the consensus of any type of Abuse.

I do not romanticize the BARE MINIMUM that a person or in this case a man should do in a situation like this.

This is pure fiction and I wrote it because I empathize as SA survivor.

I do not intend to take this topic as a subject of romanticization, if this content triggers you DO NOT READ IT, I send a hug to all the survivors out there ♡!

•WARNINGS!!

•The content of this fanfiction is for people over 18 years of age, any interaction by minors will be blocked without hesitation.

•SA/SH topics •Fluff Jake Jensen •Naive reader •talking about despersonalitation and desrealization! •mentions of abuse •angst •difficult content that can trigger sensitive people • (does not implied consensual sex)

•I tried to be as less explicit as possible but I left writings open for this.

•Author's note: I wanted to make a fluff thing with Jake jensen So bad! there are many things mentioned here that unfortunately happen daily.

THIS IS PURELY FICTION, I DO NOT AGREE, NOR DO I SUPPORT BAD THINGS MENTIONED HERE. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA KEEP SCROLLING ♡

LIKES, REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY APRECIATED 🧚‍♀️💗🌷

ANY MISTAKE OF WRITTING ITS COMPLETY MY FAULT, INGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LENGUAJE.

A knock on the bathroom door makes you come out of your depersonalization in the shower, letting the warm water run through your body, trying to "clean yourself"

Running the duck-shaped sponge over and over your thighs and waist, as if a second skin were going to come off, trying to assimilate what happened.

"Darling is everything fine?" said Jake, worried about the time you took in the shower, 20 minutes longer than usual, usually he wouldn't ask why you took so long, but your strange appearance when you returned home made him hesitate.

"I..I yes! almost ready Jakey."

You said clearing your throat so as not to show signs of having cried.

What a shame, what a shame to have to confess all this to Jake, surely he would be angry if you confess such a thing, he could be disappointed on you or maybe he would be annoyed!

You shook your head and rolled yourself up in the withe bath robe.

Taking small steps to get out of the shower, He came to hug you and take you to bed

"You know I missed you so much today my little girl."

He commented while kissing your cheeks and slowly untying the knot of the towel, showing lovely caresses on your naked body, letting his fingers slide over the wet skin of your arms, the only thing that separated him from you was a stupid robe that he himself gave you thinking about how much you like comfy things.

He had missed his girl a lot, his sweet Angel.

He stayed at home, working on Curtis's computer programming, that's why he decided to let you go to the supermarket alone, but he ended up missing you more than usual.

You tensed before his action, remembering that what happened was absolutely your fault, you cheated on him, you lied to him, you broke the promise to be loyal.

Guilty thoughts invaded your mind, he would never do that to you and you betrayed the relationship.

"Uh..Jakey I think it's better that I...put my clothes on."

You tried to hide your gaze from across the room, avoiding his possible angry reaction.

The man separated from you and took you by the waist, arching his eyebrowns in concern, he wanted to go further.

Something like this had never happened in the time that you both have been together, you usually like to please him and he like to please you too, an implicit mutual agreement of pleasure.

You received a kiss on your forehead, he understand before the clear evidence that today you would not do anything in the room with him "It's Okay princess, we can watch a movie downstairs if you want."

He smiled kindly, "we can eat hundreds of candies just for today my girl"

He gave you a kiss on the cheek, his love lenguaje was always physical contact.

Other times that idea would sound like the best idea on the planet, but your stomach was in a knot to even think about food or candies.

He understanded your decision, smiling tenderly, maybe you were not in the mood or you were very tired he thought, and without wanting to ask why he left the room.

A quiet cry came out of you, the sadness it was very strong, your chest hurt and you did not feel that your body was on the planet, a horrible depersonalization attacked you.

You couldn't keep hiding this from him, he's so good to you and you cheated on him!

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Your body lying on his chest while he was still sitting on the couch, watching one of those comedy movies while he played with your hair.

"Honey you haven't touched your plate since i turned on the tv."

The man was worried, usually you could eat candies until you got a headache that would force you to go to sleep with you both snuggled up.

You couldn't pay attention to the movie, In any moment the tears could come out of your eyes, Jake's laughter only made you smile weakly.

"Don't you think it's funny? it's a paradox." he said raising his arm pointing to the TV.

You nodded shyly without understanding the plot of the movie, your mind was elsewhere while your eyes focused on a fixed point, in the distance listening to the dialogue of the movie he chose.

Jake realized that something strange was happening, something different, that its not you, the things are not usually like this.

"Jakey...?" you spoke, you finally spoke.

After hesitating, you had thought of just telling no one, and omitting the truth to Jake, but you would probably feel worse.

With a shy tone you looked for his eyes, he was still playing with your hair but paying attention to the television.

"Ja..Jakey?" with a broken voice you called him again, and this time the man paid attention, he turned his head to see you.

"Tell me princess, are you alright?"

In his eyes you could see the adoration and the total concentration that he gives you when you want to talk to him.

He was with a doubt if there was something strange, something that he didn't know yet.

"You can count on me for anything, even if you need to hide a..."

Before before he could finish the joke, you interrupted him.

"I'm your angel?" The question took him by surprise, he frowned his gaze in doubt.

"Of course you are doll, my only and beautiful Angel."

His tone that exudes confidence makes you believe him every time he says anything to you, every time that he is so confidently affirming something to you...you believe him.

Small kisses were distributed all over your face, his affection was one of the things that made you happy the most and he knew it, he knew he needed to have that protective instinct with his sweet girl.

You nodded at his words, a little better but still worried, even so you had cheated on him, still you betrayed him, those words you repeated to yourself over and over again

"you still cheated on him".

Lovingly he rubbed the top of your head and gave you a kiss, a warm kiss, a kiss of love.

He loves you and you know it, he always shows it.

He doesn't deserve this but you couldn't take it anymore, you couldn't hide it anymore, big tears, tears that you had contained since the morning came out.

"Jakey..I-I'm so..so sorry"

Between words, small gasps from the loss of air before the uncontrolled crying worried the man, he paused the movie and incorporated in the couch.

He had never seen you cry like that, and he honestly didn't like that your angelic and innocent face had another expression other than happiness and emotion in the face of little things.

"Doll what happened? you are scaring me."

Because for you to have to interrupt one of his jokes, things had to be serious, you really liked to laugh out loud at what came out of his mouth, but not this time.

No words just cries and silence.

"Tell me what's wrong so I can help you."

He cleared the hair from your face to see you, with his fingers he took your jaw and raised your face, tears and eyes like a hurt lamb were shown on your face, the shame, the sadness and the fear.

His eyes were desperately looking for yours.

"Honey what's up, you can trust me, you're really scaring me"

You sniffled, "No..Jakey.."

You moved your head to the side again and again refusing to speak, he gave you a warm hug, "Anything princess, I'm for you."

You whimpered from the center of your stomach.

"Promise...that you won't tell anyone, and that you won't get mad at me."

Your swollen lips from biting them so much to not let the words come out of your mouth caught his attention, when you are quiet you usually bite your lips until you slightly hurt them.

You raised your little finger to seal a promise, a very common habit between the two of you when you have a secret to keep.

Jake nodded and intertwined his little finger with yours, with a face of doubt that was more evident than anything else.

"Please..Jakey promise me I'll still be your favorite person after this."

You said while playing with the sleeves of your nightgown and with your head down.

"I promise I will continue to see you sexy after this princess."

He said winking his eye, still not knowing that this was more serious than he thought.

You smiled slightly and started.

"Today... I..I went to the supermarket.."

The man grabbed your head and ran his hand through your hair waiting for you to finish telling the story.

Not knowing what was going to come out of your mouth was that was making Jake nervous.

"Everything was fine... but in the fruit hall..."

Jake smirked.

"Are you going to tell me you're like this because you stole a grape from his bag again and got caught?"

The man laughed, trying to soften the tension of the moment, because honestly with your naivety it was very likely that you would be caught stealing grapes.

You raised your head in denied.

"I met a man.."

Your heart was beating fast, as if you had run hundreds of kilometers, your hands were cold and your mouth was dry.

His heart dropped from his chest to his stomach, his first thought was that you stopped loving him, that the spark went out and you found someone else, he swallowed thickly.

"A..and I was trying to reach something from a high shelf"

Jake's breaths were slow, almost like he was being charged $100 a breath.

You waited for a sign on his face to continue, looking at his two eyes, because of his height you had to raise your head a bit, and it was almost like the times when you were on your knees in front of him, like when he has a stressful day.

More tears came out of your eyes going through your soft big eyelashes as you remembered what happened next.

"He...he was nice at first but..."

After being silent, Jake spoke

"But? what happened next?..babe?" he took your knee with his hand that was going up and down quickly.

"He...he lied to me." he tilted his head a little and opened his lips between, he didn't know what that really meant.

"He..he said that could help me reach what was on the higher shelf."

The change in your gaze was drastic, that's where Jake suspected what happened.

Hiccup and insignificant sobs came from your mouth.

"I said yes, and..And he got behind me..And.."

Jake wanted to rush the way you told everything, but he couldn't be too anxious or he would lose your trust and the small talk that you both had about this.

"How was he?" Dumb question, maybe he didn't know, he didn't know what to ask, you closed your eyes quickly and brought your hands to your face, when tears kept coming out of your eyes, he wiped each one of them with his fingers.

"I hear you."

"Tall, and..and he have green eyes.." he nodded.

"And... I thought it was fine that he was getting behind me...Jakey..I swear it was a very high shelf for me"

You tilted your head, looking for pity in his eyes and making your eyebrows furrow in sadness.

And it's true, anything compared to you is taller unless if you're wearing the black heels you bought for Christmas.

"But then... he started running his nose down my neck..and... there weren't many people in the supermarket to ask for help."

Loud sobs kept coming out of your mouth.

Jake closed his eyes for a moment, he knew where this was going to go and he wasn't liking it.

He wanted to rip this moment out of your brain and burn it with the crumpled papers from his office, you don't deserve this, not to his sweet girl.

In case it was what he believed, he was sure that he would do everything possible to kill whoever hurt his girl .

"And... and it seemed strange to me when..when he.."

You lowered your eyes in shame to have to say it out loud so you lowered your tone.

"He was...just like you."

Jake tilted his head, he didn't understand what was happening, and after giving you the time to talk he expressed himself

"Could you repeat that?"

You agreed "He was like you."

Jake put his elbows on his legs, a curious look followed by taking your left hand.

"what does that mean doll?"

"Yes, when... when you and I played in the room... you... you are... was it..hard?"

Jake sighed and his exhalation took a long time to come out, he took his glasses and ran his hand over his face, he was frustrated, angry, annoyed, but not with you, with the guy who had dared to do something as cruel as insinuating and abusing your innocence.

The information chilled his bones, as if a bucket of frozen water had been dropped on him while he slept.

"And..and"

"he lift my skirt, and he.. rubbed his thing against me"

You shook your eyes at remembering the feeling of the man behind you rubbing himself.

Jake couldn't think of anything else but the way in which even talking about this, you were ashamed but even so, he appreciated the trust you have in him.

You sniffed at the amount of fluid coming out of your nose.

"Jakey..he still had his pants on but I could feel him..sorry..sorry I..I didn't mean to cheat on you!"

He looked up, your face eager for his forgiveness, afraid that he was mad at you.

How could he be mad at you?

How could he be mad at you for something that wasn't your fault?

How could he blame you for having no idea of the cruelty of some men?

Something got damaged inside him, something consumed him at your words, in your innocence you thought that was cheating on him.

"And...And I had noticed that he was following me before but...but I thought he wanted to make friends!"

You are too innocent and sweet for this world.

He tilted his head

"Doll..a lot of people out there are mean."

And he blamed himself for not coming with you, he blamed himself for not quitting his stupid computer programming job to protect you.

You lowered your head while your hands continued to play with your nightgown

"I...I feel...dirty."

"I believe you doll, you are very brave for talking to me about this, if what he did made you uncomfortable then it was wrong, you are not dirty, or bad, you were just getting into your business, he is sick"

After that Jake's silence was worrying for you, he didn't speak at all, you could only see you in both eyes, looking for words to tell you.

"You don't deserve this, I'm not going to leave you alone"

You smiled tenderly.

"I'm not mad at you because you are my Angel, and Its also because I love you so very much no matter what."

Jake's words were like a glass of water in the middle of the desert.

"He asked me.. if I wanted to be his girl for the night."

He just wished this was a bad dream, he wished he hadn't had to work to come with you, he wished that man hadn't touched your innocence in such a cruel and depraved way.

The seat of the armchair became more and more uncomfortable, and the darkness of the room only illuminated by the television gave a dramatic aspect at the revelation.

"I told him that I had a boyfriend... and... he told me that I was probably a stupid boy who doesn't know how to play well."

The words were on the tip of your tongue, you remembered everything in detail.

As if nothing, you finished telling the story,

you wiped away your tears with your thumbs, your head started to ache from crying for so long.

"Doll, you didn't cheat on me, you were just minding in your own bussines, this is not your fault, you are not dirty, you are not bad, he is."

After the two of you were silent, and Jake looked at you with the worried face you've never seen before, you took a piece of candy from the bowl and unwrapped it to put it in your mouth.

"Jakey?... are you mad... at me?"

He looked for your gaze, swallowing his tears, to be strong for you.

"Princess... what? no! absolutely not, I wouldn't be upset with you at all, you are not alone"

Your eyes lit up through so many tears, you swallowed the strawberry flavor of the caramel.

"Seriously?" he nodded and hugged you tightly.

"Sorry, sorry for not coming with you, sorry for not protecting you my girl"

He said and you giggled.

"This isn't your fault Jakey...maybe if I hadn't put on my favorite skirt he wouldn't have lifted it."

Every cell in his body caught on fire, with the force of his being he hated that man so much, and blamed himself for not protecting your innocence.

"You know this is abuse, and pretty girls who had been abused have to speak up right?"

He said putting your hair behind your ears and taking you to lie on your chest.

"Mmm..I thought I was cheating on you"

He kissed your head.

"Nothing that man did has anything to do with you, or your look, or your skirt or your gentleness, he's rotten inside, and deserve death."

Tears came to your eyes as you remembered everything again like a vivid memory.

"Jakey...I didn't want that he.." Jake shushed you.

"I know honey, I know, let me take care of this."

Tears stained his t-shirt.

"th..thank you.."

"¿Jakey?"

A soft sound came out of his mouth, giving you permission to continue.

He was rubbing your back and you clung to his shirt like your life depended on it

"I..think... I think I don't want to go to a supermarket again for a while."

His hard look scared you, but he was just thinking of ways in which he and Lloyd could help him capture and kill that idiot.

"Don't worry princess, I can take care of that... so you can't had to go to there again..but I can help you, find a safe space you know..to get over this."

Your heart jumped with joy, like the flowers that bloom in spring, he was not angry with you!

He understood you and supported you, there was nothing more you could ask for than to feel understood.

"I'm sorry..for..for not having sex with you when I went out to the shower."

You wiped away your tears as high-pitched sobs escaped your puffy red lips.

He inhaled air scented with your perfume, still wondering what he did to win over a girl as sweet and innocent as you.

It seemed you cared more about what he thought than your own abuse.

"We can stop doing it for a while if that bothers you ...I wouldn't mind at all, I care..I really care 'bout you and your safety"

"Uh..I like cuddles...we can do that!!"

The man nodded trying to give you a smile of encouragement, he knew that these issues are more difficult to overcome than they seem, and a false step could trigger you.

"Sleep" he said "you need to rest my brave little girl, thank you for telling me."

you let out a deep exhalation.

"Jakey?" an "uhm" came from the man's lips.

"what if I had a nightmare?"

you said raising your eyes to meet his gaze, He thought about going to the room to get your stuffies but he didn't want to leave you, not again, not for a moment more..

"I'll fight with your nightmares then."

A soft sigh left your body as you settled into Jake's chest.

"I love you...a-and sorry to ruin your movie."

The man clenched his jaw, what happened to you it's not fair and it never will be.

He is not capable of getting angry with you for interrupting a movie, much less for trusting him.

He continued to draw circles on your back, and you started to fall asleep, but only this time he would not be able to sleep.

In his eyes you are an ethereal angel, and he would know very well who to require to to take care of that situation.

Perhaps it was difficult for him, because one part of your spark had gone out, seeing you discouraged or depersonalizing at any time, but he was not selfish, you felt it even more and needed support.

To see how before leaving home you replaced your skirts or dresses with comfy pants.

You Patiently waiting for him at home, anxious to see him walk through the door with the supermarket purchases, and making a list on pink paper with many stickers so that he would not forget what you need, because you would not return to a supermarket in a long time.

And he became more careful, avoiding spooning you in bed, because that could remind you of that episode or get you triggered.

Also take care, what he said with you, worrying about seeing you depersonalize at any time or feel sad at some inopportune time.

fill you with courage so that you decide to go to a psychologist or to talk about small details that you focused on while that horrible episode happened.

He would do whatever it took not to abandon his girl, and anything to make that man pay for what he did with his sweet angel.

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coltrainbat · 2 years ago

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Small sized reader wants to get tied up so she could get fucked hard by her husband, Steve rogers

Roped Up

A/N: Enjoy 💕☘️

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex, orgasm, P in V, bondage

You watched as Steve cut off the rope holding your Christmas tree together. You didn’t know such a small, mundane movement could turn you on. His veins pulsated as his used the sheers to cut the taunt rope, his tongue sticking out a little as he focused on the task at hand. Catching the loose rope in his hands as it sprung around the tree. You sat on the couch, glass of wine in hand admiring the man in his grey sweater and jeans.

“What you want me to do with these bub?” He held up the long thick ropes in his hand, 4 strands of beige yarn. You got up from your spot, hand falling to his waist and pulling him closer into a kiss. “I have an idea.” You purred into his ear as blush rose to his cheeks.

“What is it honey? Seems you’ve had a bit too much wine baby girl.” He pulled your chin up to him.

“I’m just drunk on you.” You took the ropes from his hands, turning around and making your way up the stairs.

He almost tripped following you up the stairs, quick on your step as you rushed towards your bedroom, giggling at the sudden game of cat and mouse. Until you felt the sudden tackle of Steve behind you onto the bed, falling into a fit of laughing you turned onto your back.

Eye to eye with the gorgeous man. He ran his nose along your jaw, nibbling at the skin on your neck.

“What’s your idea gorgeous girl?”

“Tie me up.” His head peaked up, a quizzically look on his face as he studied your face for a hint of humour. “What?” “Like my wrists and ankles. Tie me up to the bed and then…” You wrapped your arms his neck, bypassing his lips quickly towards his ear “Fuck me.” You bit your lip noticing the sudden darkness of his eyes.

He groaned, grabbing the ropes from beside you.

“Starfish. Now.” You hurried to the top of the bed, lying on your back, still in your baby pink slip. You reached to pull it over your head.

“No. Keep it on.” He growled at you, pulling on your left ankle roughly. He positioned the rope in a circle around your ankle, tightening the strand in a quick motion

“That too tight?” He looked up at you, concern on his face. “Tighter.” You purred at him. He smirked, tightening it harder so it pinched against your skin. You moaned at the feeling of pressure. He anchored it to the golden bed post.

Repeating the action on the other foot. He placed his knee on the bed, moving up towards you, grabbing your hands and cuffing them over your head, fastening them together against the headboard.

Moving down past your lips, you groaned at the lack of kisses. “Stop whining, or I’ll tie your mouth up as well.” You bit your lip as excitement formed between your legs.

Leaving soft, wet kisses against your neck, moving your dress to the side with his face, he cupped your breast in his hand as he placed the nib in his mouth, sucking lightly, grazing his teeth against the sensitive nipple. You moaned at the sudden pressure.

He pulled away, towering over you as his fingertips grazed along your body.

“You’re so petite baby, look at you all helpless and tied up.”

Desperately wanting to rub your thighs together to ease the ache between your legs. You tried to move into his touch, unable to get a few inches off the bed with the tight restraints holding you down. Steve quickly bunched the slip over your hips, exposing your heat to the cool winter air.

He blew hot air onto your core, you squirmed at the contrasting temperatures.

He stood up, slowly pulling his sweater over his head and throwing it across the room. His hands palmed over his thick chest down towards his zipper.

All you could do was watch his taunting strip tease, desperately wanting to run your nails down his chest. Revealing his hard member, he pulled down the final layer of cloth. The cotton that confined his hard, thick cock from your aching hole. Moving his head down towards your now soaking pussy, he gave a soft kiss to your puffy folds. Peaking his tongue out to taste your arousal. He simply couldn’t help himself to tease you, addicted to the taste of you he devoured your sex, vacuuming up your fluid with his mouth.

His head rose, rubbing the glistening sheen on his chin with the back of his hand.

“You ready baby?” He rubbed his bright pink head against your messy wet folds.

Even in moments of deep intense pleasure, Steve would still take the time to ensure your comfort. It made you want him more.

“Just fuck me already.” You groaned, desperate to feel him.

He pushed against your tight hole, desperate to feel his length be wrapped up by your velvet walls but also conscious to not hurt you.

“More” you moaned. It was all he needed

Your habit during sex was always to run your hands through his hair and down his back towards his juicy peach of an ass, leaving long red lines. Your instincts want to give in, but you can’t even touch him beyond the feel of his chest against yours as he lays his weight on you.

Mouth finally reaching yours, as his tongue explored, fighting for a sense of control you’d never get as you shoved your tongue deep in his mouth. Moaning at the sensations of his small little patch of hair rubbing over your mound, the feeling of his head grazing your g spot over and over. Trapped between his biceps on either side of your head.

The position while limited, Steve used all his skills to keep a decent pace, hitting your g spot continuously, his hand trailing down to your lower stomach, pushing down on his member that was visibly inside of you.

“That feel good baby? … look at that - you can see me inside of you.” The depth of his thrust only pushing you further towards an orgasm,

“Daddy I’m gonna cum!” Your hands pulled against the tight restraints, desperate to release the coil inside of you.

“Cum baby you earned it.” With that a flush of liquid poured out of you, pushing out his cock in the process.

“I wasn’t finished.” He growled, shoving his cock promptly back into you, increasing his laboured thrusts, chasing his release as he pooled a hot shot of cum into your cervix. His teeth gritted as he held onto your throat for leverage, enjoying the sight of your eyes rolling back into your head as his bulbous tip assaulted your now sensitive insides. Unable to push away from his grip or tear at his back, tears started to form in your eyes as you lay helpless for him to use as he pleased.

He collapsed on top you, breathing into your ear as he came down from his high. Slowly moving upwards, he untied your wrist with a swift pull, your hands immediately falling to his back muscles, pulling him closer to kiss you passionately, desperate to feel him.

He grabbed your hands and softly massaged away the redness from your wrists. Placing soft kisses on the indents from your resistance.

“We are keeping the ropes.” He groaned at you.

You chuckled lightly, kissing his forehead as you finally were able to move freely.

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inkedreverie · 1 year ago

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Since I'm not gonna be doing kinktober, I still want to open my inbox, in case anyone would like to send in some spicy requests for either ce characters or bucky/steve kemp. Here's my prompts tag if anyone is interested.

#bucky barnes #cevans characters #cevans

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urcatslitterbox · 10 months ago

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Having extremely dirty thoughts about an alpha watching their omega cum on their teddy bear

#tumblr polls #alpha!steve rogers #alpha!lloydHanson #alpha!andy barber #alpha!Ari Levinson #cevans characters #urcatslitterbox #chris evans #chris evans characters #chris evans smut

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candy-and-writing · 2 years ago

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taking inspiration from @comfortcap and sharing my thoughts on which midnights songs i think best fit cevans characters

chris: paris, karma, sweet nothing

steve: the great war, question...?, bigger than the whole sky

ari: maroon, snow on the beach, dear reader

andy: you're on your own kid, high infidelity, midnight rain

ransom: vigilante sh*t, maroon, bejeweled

curtis: vigilante sh*t, labyrinth, anti-hero

jake: anti-hero, karma, you're on your own kid

let me know your thoughts and if you agree/disagree and why 🧐🧐🧐

#taylor swift #chris evans #cevans #cevans characters #ts10 midnights #midnights #steve rogers #ari levinson #andy barber #hugh ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale #curtis everett #jake jensen

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kqutie · 26 days ago

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THE PRINCESS' SEVEN MERCENARIES

CHAPTER THREE : A DIFFERENT MORNING

relations. : cevans various/reader -- steve rogers/reader ; curtis everett/reader ; ari levinson/reader ; lloyd hansen/reader ; andy barber/reader ; jake jensen/reader ; ransom drysdale/reader

chpt. sum. : your kind hosts allow you to stay the night without further questions and you say thank you by preparing breakfast. the kind gesture means more than you know.

tags. : disney princess reader ; snow white and the seven dwarves au ; fairy tale au ; fluff ; domestic fluff ; reader cooks breakfast ; the men are grateful but also don't know what to say ; these men need a hug and a kiss ; a/b/o universe but it's not the central point ; disney princess reader and her seven sexy mercenaries hehe~ ; cutie pie curtis ; whiny jake ; flusterd steve ; grumpy lloyd ; pouty ransom ; teasing ari ; lovely andy

length. : 4.2k

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While Andy and Ari got you settled on the sofa downstairs, the rest of the mercenaries went up to their makeshift conference room. Everyone had their own bedroom, another luxury they demanded from their year contract, however, the conference room was also available upstairs. It helped them with differentiating work and mental repose. Unfortunately, they haven’t been able to luxuriate in the latter aspect as much as they would like. Their living room is left largely, untouched, their kitchen hardly used for its intended purpose and their conservatory collected webs and dust in their absence.

The year-long contract they signed with the new client was proving to be more challenging than they originally thought. The year deadline was already starting to look incredibly insufficient for the operation they were tasked with. To add to that, their non-negotiable asset for the large cottage as a homely base wasn’t satisfying its intended use for reprieve and was a hard pill to swallow upon realisation. They all looked forward to the stability a home provided and with it, room to live in and rest rather than just work. Alas, their mission was important and needed their full commitment, that was the deal. Having their heart’s desires so close yet unable to partake in was disheartening. And now, they had to house a pitiful intruder too. The bitter reality that someone had been able to indulge in their luxuries was infuriating.

“I want her out of here by sunrise tomorrow!” Lloyd hisses through clenched teeth, his attitude easily ignored by Steve, who doesn’t even flinch at the stench of displeasure radiating from the pacing alpha.

“She won’t be staying long at all, Lloyd. She’ll be gone by tomorrow, at least.” somewhat satisfied with the proposal, Lloyd leans back in his designated seat. Steve was trustworthy in that sense, he kept his word, and that’s why he’s the captain of the team.

Steve focuses his gaze on Curtis, who fixes his gaze back, “Curt, you’ll be escorting her to the nearest village tomorrow. Make sure she settles down at an inn before leaving her be, okay?” Curtis answers with a simple nod but his eyes reflect a muted eagerness for the next day to come.

“Excused from the mission, eh?” Ransom ponders for a moment, “Tomorrow’s operations will largely depend upon me but I still need a guard to keep close and protect my hide; Curtis has always filled that role,”

“Ari can fill in,”

“But the bastards at the society are accustomed to Curtis, they’ll ask questions,” Ransom protests with a frustrated exhale. Even his nervous tick makes an appearance whereby he starts trying to unravel his cable knit sweater at the seam of his sleeves.

“Figure something out.” Steve firmly addresses, “I don’t want her walking to the next village on her own, she doesn’t know where it is and she could get lost,”

Exasperated, Ransom begins to grumble under his breath and would have escalated if Jake hadn’t been at his side to calm him down. Being the only two betas, they understood each other and largely relied on one another for things they couldn’t as easily go to the alphas for. That meant providing a stable foundation to lean on when the other is upset or troubled. “Are we clear, Ransom?”

“...Yes Captain,”

“Good. You’re good with your words anyway, you’ll come up with something convincing,” Steve offers a confident smile that Ransom begrudgingly scoffs at but everyone knows how backwards Ransom’s antics can be — he’s already come to terms with the change. “I don’t think half of us managed to get the things we wanted done today so same thing tomorrow boys. Lights out. I’ll wait here for Ari and Andy so I can tell them what’s up before bed tonight,” everyone nods and finally leave for their rooms, their forms already taking on an exhausted arch. They were ready to call it a day. Full of the hearty meal you had cooked for them, sleep came far more quickly than it usually did.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

“Are you sure you’re comfortable?” Ari asks as Andy retrieves some more pillows to tuck in around you. The giggle you let out is music to his ears and he can barely contain his smile.

“Very comfortable, thank you,” you turn to Andy as he offers a pillow to tuck by your legs and another for you to cuddle to your chest. Smiling up at him, you whisper another grateful ‘thank you’ and he smiles. He’s more than happy to cater to your needs. Both of the men were, hence why they volunteered to help you get settled for the night. They even willingly offered up their rooms for you to sleep in but you gracefully declined. You mentioned how you didn’t want them getting an achy back for sleeping on the small sofa. Your thoughtful response warmed their hearts — you’re a very precious, little thing, the cutest omega they’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.

“Well, we’ll leave you to sleep then, good night,” the two begin to leave.

“Goodnight! And thank you again for lending me your sleep shirt,” Ari turns and smiles, suppressing the heat that threatened to explode across his cheeks at the reminder that you were sleeping in his shirt. You were so small compared to him, that his shirt easily appeared as a dress on you. He’s never seen such a beautiful sight before.

“You’re welcome, goodnight,”

As the two walk up the stairs, Andy turns to his mercenary teammate with pressed lips, “I could have lent her a shirt for the night too, you know…”

“Yeah but, first come first served,” was Ari’s simple reply.

“...at least she gets to sleep cuddling my pillow tonight,” It was a small quarrel that easily blended with playful tones and the two ended the talk with matching smirks. Both were equally eager to follow their alpha instincts and care for a sweet omega like you – between them, it was a weakness, truly. Before calling it a night, they met up with Steve by the conference room door. He informed them of the plans for tomorrow and both easily accepted. Steve made sure to ask if Ari was alright with filling in for Curtis just to be sure but the bearded man didn’t fight the decision. Curtis would take good care of you, Steve made a good choice.

“Lucky Curt,” Ari shakes his head as Andy laughs.

“Yes yes, lucky Curt. Lights out, you two,” Steve pats both of them on the shoulder with a light chuckle and moves to his room.

Mornings were a dull, almost robotic occasion. Plans of operation would have been discussed the night before so that mornings weren’t disoriented and some sluggishness was allowed, although quickly curbed. The team went to bed with the mission as their last thought and woke up with it as their first.

But not today.

It was peculiar waking up to such a delicious smell in the air but the bizarre occurrence quickly reminded the hardened mercenaries of what had happened the night before. And, for the first time, in a long time, their morning wasn’t spent prioritising the mission over. Their hunger reigned instead, their heads filled with thoughts of a warm breakfast and a pretty face to greet them at the dining table. What a treat…

Rushing out of his room, Jake comes face to face with Ransom. “Finally warming up to our pretty intruder eh, Ran?” the magi-tech genius teases as Ransom rolls his eyes.

“I’m not admitting to anything. I just want a good breakfast for once,” Ransom combs his fingers through his ruffled, morning hair and begins making his way down the stairs.

“Me too,” Jake agrees through a sleepy yawn, his hand inching up his pyjama shirt to scratch at his belly. Behind the two, Ari, Curtis, Andy and Lloyd also step out of their rooms, all were still in their sleepwear and slightly groggy. If it was any normal day, they would have been alert and wide-eyed already but the smell of a good breakfast was rather tranquilising.

“Smells delicious,” Ari comments, scratching at his beard and heading downstairs.

“There better be bacon and eggs,” Lloyd comments as he does his best to comb back his hair with his fingers and straighten the stray strands of his moustache.

“Regardless, a good breakfast is better than no breakfast,” Andy says, trying to loosen up the kinks in his shoulder and neck as he traverses the stairs. Curtis follows silently behind them all, his usual thick beanie replaced with a nightcap. He silently salivates at the thought of a decent breakfast. But, if your cooking the night before was anything to go by, the breakfast spread would be just as delectable.

When the group entered the dining room and kitchen, they weren’t surprised to see Steve already occupying his space at the table, drinking a mug of coffee and a relaxed posture. If their captain was indulging in breakfast, that gave them the full go-ahead.

“Good morning boys,” you cheerily greet them from your place at the stove. You’re still dressed in Ari’s spare sleep shirt, which comes down to an inch above your knee. And it appears as though Steve had offered you a pair of his home slippers. The footwear looked comically big on you and they couldn’t help but smile at the image. Ari’s smirk is wider than normal but realising that it was his shirt you were wearing, it wasn’t hard to guess why that was the case.

“Good morning, indeed!” Jake cheers and speedily takes his seat while the others follow behind him much more leisurely, “Dinner and breakfast! Thanks so much!”

“You’re welcome,” you giggle. “I didn’t know how you liked your eggs so there’s scrambled and sunny-side up. Steve said you’re not fussy but if you want it done a particular way, please say so,”

With an arrogant smirk, Lloyd tests your offer, “I like my yolks very runny, not jammy like these ones,” some occupants at the table glare harshly at him but he isn’t phased until you’re willingly cracking another egg into your pan.

“I’ll make you two,” you happily chirp, unbothered by his demand, “you’re really tall and big though so maybe three?”

“J-just two is fine!” Lloyd stutters with a blush on his face. He didn’t expect you to comply so easily and your innocuous comment about his physique threw him for a loop. For a moment, he believed there was something wrong with the customary regulation earring he wore. All persons with second genders were required to wear one by law to keep their influence minimal, regardless of whether they were a beta, alpha or omega. Questioning the device also meant questioning Jake’s genius and that was profound. Jake meticulously kept all of their tech functioning smoothly; it couldn’t have been that.

“Alright, don’t worry if you want more okay? Just ask,”

“Uh y-yeah…” Lloyd spots Ransom snickering at him from across the table — it was unusual to see their resident executioner and assassin caught off his guard and flustered like this, naturally he couldn’t help laughing. With a harsh kick to his shins, however, Ransom was doubling over in pain and Lloyd was the one smirking instead.

The spread for breakfast was buttered toast with blackcurrent on offer, fried or scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, buttery sauteed mushrooms and tomatoes, and a light avocado salad. For drinks, you made some coffee with their stovetop, stainless steel coffee maker and poured apple and orange juice into jugs. Everyone helped themselves and you were happy to see them enjoying their meal so openly.

They were very kind to let you stay without forcefully prying for your private information, cooking for them was the least you could do. The atmosphere was also very good, having everyone eat together like this reminded you of the times you would eat with the palace staff at the kitchens. Silas, the head chef, made it a point to serve your meals personally, every single day, for every meal. Now you get to honour his good gesture by paying it forward to the people who have treated you kindly.

“This is so good!” Jake expresses through a mouthful of buttered, jammy toast, Ari helpfully handing him a napkin while he sips his morning coffee.

“Thank you,” you chirp with a giggle and continue eating your breakfast too.

“What’s that over there, pet?” Ari speaks up, taking another helping of the sauteed mushrooms and tomatoes to have with his scrambled eggs. The bearded man in gingham pyjamas was nodding to the occupied counter full of wooden tupperware.

“Oh!” you finish your mouthful first, “They’re your lunches,” the entire table falls into silence, shocked and in awe of your thoughtful nature. This is the first time they’ve ever had a homemade packed lunch. It feels like such a privilege, they don’t know what to say. “I didn’t know what you guys liked so I just made some lightly fried chicken sandwiches with lettuce, cucumber and tomatoes, mini cheesy potato croquettes and, for dessert, mini chocolate pancakes.” turning to the table, you smile shyly, “I hope that’s okay. It looks like you guys work long days and the best way of getting through it is having a good lunch… I really can’t express how grateful I am to all of you,”

Nobody knew how to voice their gratitude articulately, they were all so touched and also incredibly pleased to have something delicious to look forward to. It’s hard to work up much of an appetite when they’re knee-deep in their work so they don’t realise how starved they are until they have certain tasks done. The accomplishment helps them relax and they finally realise their level of hunger. By that point, they don’t care what they eat, as long as they have something with substance, they’re fine. It was nice not having to worry about their lunch for a day. Not because they’re so busy with their operations but because they know they have something delicious already prepared for them. It, somehow, made facing the work day much better.

“You’re an angel,” Ari smiles warmly beneath his beard and you look down at your plate, unable to meet his kind blue eyes without getting warm in the cheeks, “thank you for being so thoughtful,”

Steve smiles also and nods in silent appreciation when you finally look up and meet his eyes. Andy can’t help but shake his head in disbelief – you’re a momentary blessing in their lives, it’s such a shame you’ll be leaving so soon. Looking down the table, he spots Lloyd and Ransom with the same slack-jawed expression and almost laughs at their wonder-filled eyes. Just last night they were complaining about you and now they’re tightly wrapped around your little finger. It was rare to see the conquering of such antagonistic characters, the amusement was natural.

Meanwhile, Jake is rocking back and forth in his seat, probably being held down by Ari so that the overexcited Beta doesn’t jump your bones in his excitement and gratitude. Curtis is as silent as ever but has a much softer look in his eyes when he looks at you. His gratitude is silent but will be paid forward in full soon enough. Andy doesn’t doubt that Curtis would fight off a bear, a wolf and a mountain lion, simultaneously and win for your safety when he goes to escort you later on.

“Have you told her about the plans today, Steve?” Andy voices, immediately catching your attention and perking up from your plate of food.

“Right,” Steve gathers himself, slightly embarrassed that something so important managed to slip his mind despite it being a major factor in their plans. He supposes that he’s just as affected by your sanguine presence as the rest of the team — even Ransom and Lloyd, no matter how much they like to deny it. “Curtis will be escorting you to the next village for today. Unfortunately, the rest of us have important business to attend to in the city and cannot accompany you. Curtis is an exceptional guard though, so you have nothing to worry about.” Steve’s soft expression and kind smile suddenly turn firm as his gaze leaves you to meet the eyes of the other men, “Speaking of, we need to hurry up. We can’t delay much longer this morning.” With a hard nod, everyone (except you and Curtis) finish off the rest of their plates and hurry away.

“Lucky Curtis…he gets to eat breakfast peacefully and escort the pretty lady,” Jake whines, casting a sorrowful glance over his shoulder as Andy chuckles and slings his arm over the Beta’s shoulder.

“Lucky we had breakfast today at all,”

Turning to Curtis, your round questioning eyes prompt him for an explanation. The tall guard silently debates if he should answer immediately or not; he rather enjoys having your gorgeous eyes on him. Cute, pretty thing. He doesn’t think he’s ever had the privilege to be around someone so lovely. He’s rather happy he has the honour of escorting you today.

“We don’t have to rush like they do. It’s, also, not worth asking what we do for a living, that’s confidential information.” his straightforward answer flusters you and your only reprieve is having another spoonful of scrambled eggs. “Let's just enjoy our breakfast,” Curtis chuckles deeply when you don’t meet his eyes but give a shy nod as you stare fiercely down at your plate.

He thinks you’re absolutely precious.

After some time, you start clearing up the table while Curtis makes sure there aren’t any more leftovers. You were surprised at his great appetite but judging by his large frame, you guess it wasn’t too much of a shock; he can easily eat four times the amount your portion for a meal.

“Does everyone just leave?” you ask, looking over your shoulder as you dry your hands with a kitchen towel.

Curtis shrugs, “They have nothing else to do at the house, why not leave right away?” He wonders what you’re thinking of doing as you gather up the boxed lunches and move to their cosy foyer, where their coats are hanging and their primary worn shoes are stored.

It doesn’t take long for the team to come down and look questioningly as you stand by the door. You had set the packed lunches on their slim foyer table and they spot how you’ve carefully labelled each one with a loose slip of paper. Seeing their name in your elegant handwriting affected them more than they’d like to admit. Even though the lunches would be the same, knowing that you took the time to somehow personalise them was heartwarming to see – not that Lloyd or Ransom would freely admit it.

“What’s all this?” Steve asks, collecting his boxed lunch as he approaches you by the door. Everyone else was still putting on their coat and lacing up their shoes. As the Captain, Steve, naturally, was the first one ready. Behind the group, Curtis leanned against the stair bannister, he wanted to see what you planned to do.

“I just wanted to see you off,” Steve thanks you with a kind smile though a lingering, unanswered question gives a slight arch to his brows. Before the blonde captain can reach for the door handle, however, you’re reaching up to hold the lapels of his coat and gently tug him down. It was only a light tug but the action was so surprising, that Steve easily folded for you. On the tips of your toes, kiss his cheek sweetly. “Thank you for letting me stay the night. Have a good day at work and I hope you enjoy the lunch I made you,” astonished at the scene, the team couldn’t fully appreciate the sight of their openly flustered captain as he readjusted his coat and coughed into his hand. To think that someone so demure and innocent could break down the hardened mercenary captain so easily.

“You’re very welcome, thank you for everything,” Steve gives you a final nod and opens the door. He already anticipates you giving the same treatment to the rest of his men but he’s still red to his ears at the gesture. None of them saw that coming.

Rushing to get his shoes on, Jake manages to get second place and eagerly awaits his cheek kiss too. Again, you thank him for allowing you to stay and wish him a good day before making him promise he’ll eat all of his lunch, “I won’t leave a single crumb, princess!” you almost stutter at his term of endearment but quickly disguise your shock by pressing a kiss onto his cheek. He almost forgets to bring his lunch as he stumbles out the door with the goofiest smile on his face.

Next was Ari who smiles fondly at your attempt to reach him despite already being on your toes. He doesn’t do you any favours either by stubbornly staying in place. And he stays standing, even when you lightly tug on the lapels of his coat jacket, urging him down.

“Y-you’re too tall, Ari,” the bearded man laughs and finally leans down.

“You really are an angel,” he whispers into your ear as he receives his kiss. Unable to resist, he presses a kiss to your forehead as he straightens up to join Steve and Jake outside the door with his boxed lunch. Admittedly, his action made you hot behind the ears and up your neck. You were still in his sleep shirt too!

Next was surprisingly Ransom, who looked at you with unfriendly eyes but you remained unphased. With a kind smile, you reach up and press a long kiss against his cheek. Your other hand even comes up to press against his opposite cheek, holding him closer for longer.

“Why was that kiss so long?” he asks, avoiding your eyes as he fixes up his hair in the hallway mirror.

“I just wanted to kiss you longer, I guess,” your innocent chirp has the usually put-together man floored. He stumbles out of the front door with his lunch in an almost identical fashion to Jake. Behind him, you smile, happy to have received a more favourable response than his sour scowl. Jake giggles and points at him mockingly but receives a smack upside the head for his audacious impishness.

Andy approaches you next but bends down to kiss your knuckles, “I’ll savour every bite,” his sweet gesture and comment flusters you so much he has to wait for his kiss a little longer than the others while you stand there, fidgeting and forgetting yourself.

“Thank you, Andy,” you whisper against the skin of his cheek and pull away. The clean-cut man momentarily savours your words and the sweet way you say his name before joining the rest of the team outside.

“Finally,” Lloyd huffs, uncrossing his arms as he approaches with a deep-seated frown.

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting Lloyd,”

“Don’t say my name like that!” he snaps with bared teeth. If you say his name in your cute-ass voice again, he doesn’t know what the full consequences will entail.

You giggle, pulling him into a long kiss, just like Ransom, with one hand pressed against his opposite cheek to keep him in place. “Sorry, Hansen?” you try his surname to see if that was a better way of address but you’re only given a scoff and a cold shoulder as Lloyd stomps out of the door with his heavy, leather boots.

From the front door, you wave the group off sweetly, “Have a good day at work! Stay safe! Take care!” They’ve never had someone so sweet and pretty, and kind wish them well like this. They all engrave your image to memory, hoping to return to the moment every morning after you finally leave.

They really don’t want you to go at this point…

When you can’t see them any longer, you finally close the door and turn to Curtis, who appears to have been staring at you this whole time. His blank expression and steely eyes make you tilt your head curiously.

“What’s wrong, Curtis?”

He’s tempted to say nothing but as the silence draws out, he finally succumbs to his childishness. Because it really was childish of him – he’d never felt like this before. “...I don’t get a kiss…” he grumbles like some toddler who feels he’s received unfair treatment. Which was, technically, the case.

“Who says so?” with a giggle, you approach the giant man with his nightcap still on and gesture for him to bend down. He only does so slightly. It was a silly thing but he loved the image of you going onto your tip-toes to kiss the others’ cheeks and he wanted the same treatment; he only leans down enough for you to barely reach him.

“Thank you for everything, Curtis,” you whisper sweetly before kissing his cheek, “You’re very kind for letting me stay,” you won’t forget how he was the one to stop you from leaving the night before.

Stretched to his full height again, Curtis smiles down at you, “You’re welcome.”

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a/n : the original chapter was getting too long so i decided to split it into two. that way, we can have a chapter dedicated to just Curtis and the chapters stay bite-sized. thank you for taking the time to read my work, my loves, and i hope you enjoy! special thank you to all the beautiful lovelies that are already supporting and loving on this series, it really means so much to me!

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royalsweetteaa · 2 years ago

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I absolutely love your character HCs and would like your opinion on another: CE Characters reacting to random physical affection. For example, they're reading something and you caress their cheek, run your fingers through their hair, start scratching their back, or even a quick kiss on the cheek?

I’ve been sparing this for when I’m in a certain mood and I’m so ready to write out this HC now. 😌♥️

Steve Rogers

Steve is sitting at the edge of your shared bed, getting ready to take a nap as he’s tired after days of hard work at S.H.I.E.L.D. You decide while he’s sitting there that you should get behind him and give him a back rub. He’s surprised as he looks behind, and that’s when you continue to do a back massage.

“Oh that feels really good, doll. Thank you…is there anything you would like me to do?”

He always wants to service you back, but this time you deny him other than have him stay where he is so you can show care to him. He appreciates it a lot and from then it becomes a frequent occurrence.

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom is sitting on the couch, reading through a magazine about the nominated mystery novels, among those being Harlan’s newest book. He’s so into the reading of reviews that he doesn’t notice you getting behind him, and his head goes blank when your fingers run through the root of his hair. It’s unexpected but it feels heavenly to him, - but of course Ransom being Ransom ruins it as he gets defensive.

“What are you doing that for?” He asks, and you respond how you simply want to take care of him. He laughs as if he finds the idea is amusing to him, and dodges his head away from your touch, “I’m fine, I don’t need you to do that.”

Ransom later groans in frustration when you’re not there, realizing how much of a mistake it was to deny you because he knows he won’t have you touching him like that now unless he asks for it. He hates asking for things like that, but he has to learn from his consequences after all.

Andy Barber

Andy is standing by the kitchen island, sipping on his hot coffee while reading the news on the news paper. It’s a morning routine, and that’s why he doesn’t expect anything other than a kiss as a usual morning greeting from you when you come downstairs. However, as he puts the paper aside and meets your lips, you hold his cheeks with the palm of your hands for a deep kiss.

His eyes widens a bit, not expecting something so intimate from you first thing in the morning, and he speaks when you break away, “Woah, honey. Does it happen that I have done something in particular to receive that kind of greeting? Because if I have I’ll have to do it more often.”

You chuckle, shaking your head as you respond something in the lines of you doing it because you love him.

Johnny Storm

Slight NSFW

Johnny is in the living room couch eating his ham sandwich while watching WWE, unaware you’re right behind him. With the both of you being playful comes with shenanigans, and now you are given the opportunity to do something to take him by surprise. You give his hunched shoulder a kiss, and as he leans back to see your face with a dopey smile you grab a handful of his pecs for a squeeze, making him burst out laughing from the ticking sensation.

He puts the plate of food on the table before jumping over the couch, attacking you with physical affection and being grabby with your breasts as you laugh and push him away playfully. “Baby, you started it, it’s only fair I get to do it back.” He says, not letting you get away. You eventually give in to his embrace.

He loves surprises, especially of those being from you where you touch him in the most interesting places.

Jake Jensen

Jake spends time playing video games mid afternoon on his time off, hoping to reach high levels before he inevitably has to go weeks without playing as he goes on missions again. You check on him, chuckling to yourself as you overhear his series of roasts to the team through the headphone microphone as he gets ahead of them. You decide you don’t want to disturb him, and walk over to place a quick kiss on his cheek which makes him stiffen from the sudden affection but he welcomes it.

“Aw thanks, babe…lemme give you one too.” He requests softly, and you get closer giving access to your cheek, receiving a gentle kiss from him.

He decides he hasn’t had enough and leads out to spend time with his girl, not caring that he’s loosing scores as the game carries on.

Bryce Langley

Bryce has been watching tribe documentaries for hours at his place, to the point of having to lay down on the couch with his eyes getting tired. While he naps his eyes, you come by, placing yourself on the empty space beside Bryce’s head on the couch. You sigh, turning off the documentary and Bryce furrows his eyebrows in protest, but before he can say anything, he is given a massage on his scalp, making him relax again.

“Oh fuck, that feels nice, baby. Keep going…” he requests with no shame, the feeling too good to deny.

Ending the evening with a head massage was certainly not in his plans, but Bryce can’t say he minds it at all. Your affections comes above his obsessions.

A/N: Ari will be added when I have an original idea for him. T.T

Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! <3

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boxofbonesfic · 2 years ago

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Title: 𝙳𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚐ä𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 [3]

Pairing: Dark!Ransom x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Summary: Your husband’s twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why.

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Stalking, Kidnapping, Basement-wife, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Breeding kink, Smut, Darkfic, Dead Dove: Do not eat!

Word Count: 6,133

A/N: oof. this one is a long one, but i really hope you all enjoy. no smut, but be assured… it’s on it’s way. 😈

Dinner is privately catered, a stoic chef cooking for the four of you in the big communal kitchen in the largest villa, the one you were staying in with Ransom and Lloyd. You’re practically ravenous, splitting your time between watching him impatiently through the large open archway into the kitchen and staring enviously at Nathalie’s over-full glass of wine.

“Don’s supposed to be getting here tomorrow, he and Kathy are coming with mom and dad,” she says, and Lloyd nods. Your brother had refused Lloyd’s offer of airfare, as had your father. They were both hard-headed and cynical on the best of days, so you assumed it had been because they thought he was trying to buy them off. If he was, it had certainly worked with Nat. Who, despite your mutual dislike of Lloyd, had not been able to stop thanking him. He preened under her praise of course, peacock that he was.

“I can’t wait to meet the in-laws.” He says, hoisting a glass of wine as if in a toast to your absent parents.

“My in-laws,” Ransom reminds him, and Lloyd makes a face you can’t discern beyond vague irritation.

“That’s what I said,” he snaps back, his lip curling.

You roll your eyes at their bickering. “When are your parents getting here again, babe?” You ask, talking over Lloyd’s irritated muttering. Ransom cocks his head.

“Day after tomorrow. But they’re not staying here, you know my mom. Full amenities.” He shrugs dismissively. “Why?”

“Just curious,” you say, eyeing the chef over his shoulder again. It looks like he’s plating up the food, which you’re grateful for, because you’re hungry enough to eat a horse. You don’t exactly hate the idea of the Thrombeys staying somewhere else. The plates come out hot, and you’re grateful to be served first, picking up your fork immediately. The chicken is flavorful and well seasoned, and your eyes roll as you bite in.

“Oh my God,” you say, and Nat releases a similarly pleased groan.

“Right? This is—Christ. Do they rent this place out like, monthly?” She leans over to elbow your brother-in-law. “Because I would definitely move here. Only if the personal chef is included, though.” You eye Nat’s glass of wine jealously as you eat, knowing it would pair perfectly with the chicken. Probably better with her fish, but I can’t eat that. You know you shouldn’t be sullenly coveting your sister’s dietary freedoms, after all, she’s not the one who decided to go ahead and get pregnant.

You wonder what Ransom’s parents will have to say about the baby—you know part of the purpose of this trip is to butter them up to the idea of being grandparents. Linda wasn’t exactly the most… supportive of you and Ransom getting together, her cold acceptance the one constant every time you were forced to interact. Maybe, you think, placing an absent hand on your belly as you push the food around your plate, she’ll finally find something to be happy about.

“Hey, hello,” Nathalie snaps her fingers in front of your face to get your attention. You scowl, slapping her hands away as she laughs. She’s never quite grown out of her irritating younger sibling behavior, and you don’t want to smile at her childish antics, but you can’t help it. “I was thinking maybe we could go into town tomorrow, maybe see the sights, take some pictures—”

“That won’t work,” Lloyd replies before either you or Ransom have time to consider it. “I have work.”

“Work?” Nathalie scoffs. “What work? We’re on vacation,” she says, shaking her head. “And besides, we can just meet you after, can’t we?”

“No.” Lloyd’s voice is oddly strained, like he’s angry at the suggestion even being made. “If we can’t all go, we should stay here.” You frown—you don’t like him snapping at Nat like that, and you make your displeasure known.

“Lloyd this is our trip too. We’re allowed to do things.” He cuts his eyes at you before they soften just a little at the edges.

“The two of you shouldn’t go places alone.” You get the feeling that isn’t really what he wants to say. “The town is nice, but it can get… dicey.” It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Besides, it’s a family trip—”

“Honestly, Lloyd, if you’re upset at being left out, just say so,” you snap, reaching rather forcefully for your water glass. It takes a moment for you to realize that everyone is staring at you—Lloyd’s eyes angry, Ransom’s amused, and Nathalie’s worried. You’re tired of him nagging you, his secretive smiles, knowing little glances—you’re already sick of it. You know they’ll probably chalk it up to hormones, and you’re willing to let them believe it, ignoring their looks as you focus on your food.

“How about we make plans tomorrow?” Nathalie says, her voice small. You know she’s capitulating to save herself having to sit through the argument she can tell is brewing. And hell, maybe it is hormones, but you’re not going to put up with Lloyd bossing you around all week. You don’t take part in the small talk that creeps up around the table in the wake of your outburst, and you feel a shameful amount of pleasure at having thrown Lloyd for a loop. For once, he’s broody and irritable instead of smug, and you can’t help but revel in it.

Nathalie excuses herself back to her little cabana, and you to the suite you share with Ransom, knowing he’ll be there soon to chastise you. You pop into the shower, standing gratefully underneath the scalding hot spray. It’s the one thing you’ve never really understood, your husband’s staunch defense of his brother. There’s little you know Ransom would deny Lloyd if he asked, and Lloyd never hesitates to take advantage of his brother’s good will.

When you exit the shower, your prediction has officially come to fruition. Ransom is sitting on the bed, his arms crossed as he purses his lips at you.

“Sweetheart, picking fights is not going to make things easier.” You roll your eyes.

“He’s a prick,” you huff. “He’s controlling and rude and smug—”

“And he’s trying to get closer to you—to us. He wants to be a real part of our family,” Ransom says, his eyes dropping pointedly to your belly before he drags them back up to your face. “Why can’t you try and get along with him, too?” You huff as your husband stands and walks over to you. Stubbornly, you don’t return his hug, and he chuckles, pressing a kiss into your hair. When he doesn’t let go, you sigh, wrapping your arms around his broad torso in return. You turn your head, pressing your cheek to his chest. You catch sight of the bracelet on the dresser, and sigh again.

“I am trying to get along with him,” you say petulantly, and Ransom fixes you with a deadpan stare as he leans away. “Fine. I can… I can try harder. For you,” you add the last part pointedly. “I know you guys are close, and I don’t… Ugh. I don’t want to get in the way of that. I just… I didn’t like how he was talking to Nat,” you admit, and Ransom laughs. You do too, even as you slap playfully at his arm in Nathalie’s defense.

“Spoiled rotten, both of them,” Ransom cedes that to you, at least—even if he has to incriminate Nathalie in the process. Which you don’t really mind—it’s not like it isn’t true. “Let’s give him this one day, okay? We’ll all go to the beach after he’s done work.”

“Fine.” You say, shaking your head as you move toward your suitcase. The resort staff had offered to unpack it for you, but you were less than keen at having a stranger go through your things, so you rummage around until you’ve found one of Ransom’s old university t-shirts.

“I don’t even know what work he could be doing here, like five-thousand miles away from his job,” you mutter as you climb into bed. With only a touch of shame, you watch your husband get undressed, leaving a trail of clothes behind him as he goes to shower too.

“Did you take your vitamins, Sweetheart?” Ransom calls from the bathroom, and you curse. You aren’t used to your new regimen of prenatal vitamins and supplements, and you grimace, remembering the size of them.

“No, but I’ll take them tomorrow,” you call, and Ransom pokes his head out of the bathroom, a stern look on his face. “Fine, now,” you climb back out of bed and grab your toiletry bag. You’d been surprised when Ransom had insisted on you seeing the family doctor after your own, and doubly so when he had prescribed you a veritable laundry list of pills. Even now as you line up the bottles on the dresser, you feel intimidated by their sheer number. Vitamins for you, vitamins for the baby, supplements for you, supplements for the baby, something for your blood pressure, for the morning sickness—too many to count.

Ransom gives you a satisfied nod before ducking back into the bathroom. You want to stay awake until he comes out—you’re not finished with this Lloyd conversation, not by a long shot—but your eyelids begin to droop before the water even shuts off. Your awareness is patchy, brief moments of clarity as it becomes harder and harder for you to surface from underneath the pitch black weight of unconsciousness.

You’re alone, and then Ransom is in the bed with you, and then he isn’t, and then his voice, and then—

Nothing.

—

You greet your first morning in the villa groggily. The morning sun streaming in through the gap in the blinds paints a blinding stripe across your face as you squint. There’s a chalk-dust taste on your tongue when you sit up, and you grimace, swallowing dryly. Each of your limbs feels like it weighs easily twice as much as normal as you drag yourself to the bathroom, nausea twisting your stomach into an acid mess. After your—now routine—session of heaving up absolutely nothing, you rinse your mouth out in the sink.

The digital clock on the dresser tells you its half past ten, easily an hour or two after you usually wake up in the morning. The villa is quiet, though, no signs of Ransom—or Lloyd. You chalk it up to luck as you pad down the short set of steps into the empty kitchen. You can hear the ocean if you listen hard, just underneath the sound of the comforting breeze passing through the trees before it flows in through the wide open windows. You open the fridge, and find evidence of breakfast—sliced fruit, cold pancakes.

Ignoring the pancakes, you grab the plate of fruit, pulling off the saran-wrap covering it before popping a date into your mouth.

“Oh, you’re up. How’s your stomach this morning?” You glance briefly around the open door of the fridge at your husband, before closing it.

“Ugh. I puked again this morning,” you say, swallowing at the memory of the acid bile on your tongue. “Not looking forward to nine months of this.” You pop another piece of mango into your mouth.

“Well, you know they say there are good remedies for morning sickness.” There’s a suggestiveness in his voice that makes you laugh, a bashful heat rising in your cheeks. You shake your head, plucking an orange slice from the plate before looking fully up at—

Your chest tightens—this isn’t Ransom at all.

It’s Lloyd.

How he’d managed to sound exactly like Ransom you aren’t sure—their voices are similar, but certainly not identical. You hadn’t even realized at a glance, his telltale mustache missing, as were the thick signet rings on his fingers. The smile on his face remains disgustingly innocent, as if he doesn’t know what he’s done.

“Something wrong?” He asks, parroting Ransom’s drawl with terrifying accuracy.

You swallow, suddenly uncomfortably aware of the fact that the hem of Ransom’s t-shirt skirts the tops of your thighs. And more than that, you are aware of the fact that you are alone.

“I th—” The words stick in your throat. “I thought. Um. You were Ransom.” Your voice is tight, like your white knuckled grip on the fruit plate. Lloyd’s eyebrows rise, and he clucks his tongue, a apologetic little pout forming on his lips.

“I’m sorry, Princess.” You know he isn’t sorry, he isn’t sorry at all. “Even the best get us mixed up from time to time.” He breezes by you, making a show of looking in the fridge. He’s so close to you that you can feel the heat of him, smell his cologne. Your body is tense and frozen as he rummages through the fridge behind you, too close for you to move without touching him.

He’s doing this on purpose.

You know the thought is unreasonable, but you can’t help thinking it anyway. Lloyd hadn’t claimed to be Ransom, not really. It was you who had made the assumption, and to be fair, you hadn’t even voiced it. He just didn’t correct me. As per usual, Lloyd’s proverbial cup fucking runneth over with plausible deniability, and you’re stuck debating whether what you’re feeling is even real at all.

After what feels like an eternity, Lloyd closes the fridge. The few extra inches of space the shut door allows you to slip around to the other side of the kitchen island, keeping your eyes on him the whole time. Lloyd leans forward to pluck handful of grapes off of the tray.

“No need to be so anxious, Princess. It was an honest mistake.” His smile is too amused for the situation, and it unnerves you. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“There’s nothing to tell.” You say, wishing your words had come out in the slow and measured way you’d meant for them to. Instead, they’re rushed, hard.

Defensive.

“Exactly.” Lloyd pops the last of the grapes into his mouth, and claps his hands together in a manner you know is meant to be agreeable. Try to get along, says the needful Ransom in the back of your mind. For me.

“I’m going to, um. Go and get dressed.” You gesture loosely at yourself. “If you could send Ransom my way, I’d appreciate it.”

“My pleasure.” He purrs. You retreat back to your room, careful not to rush. You feel Lloyd’s eyes on you the whole way, and it isn’t until you’re in the bedroom with the door shut and your weight leaned heavily against it that the feeling dissipates. You’re tying the bandeau on the back of your swimsuit top when Ransom comes in, and for a moment you forget the nagging feeling as he sweeps you into his arms, nuzzling the side of your neck affectionately.

“Sweetheart, I’m glad you’re up.” He smooths greedy hands over your hips before tapping your ass sharply through your linen shorts. “Almost makes me want to take you back to bed.”

You giggle, slapping at his wandering hands.

“I was promised a beach outing,” you reply, reaching around him for the matching blouse. “You can take me to bed after.”

“I’ll remember that,” Ransom replies, pulling his own trunks out of his suitcase. He’s already starting to tan, freckles appearing over the bridge of his nose and the tops of his cheeks. You can’t help but inspect him closely, especially after… you shake your head, adjusting your top in the mirror.

“You’re staring, baby. Do I have something in my teeth?” He asks, cocking his head at you.

“No, no,” you say quickly, shaking your head. There’s nothing to tell. “It’s nothing.”

—

“Baby girl!” Your father sweeps you up into a crushing hug, your mother fluttering around from your left to your right like an excited hummingbird. “You don’t know how happy we are to see you.” He plants an embarrassingly loud kiss on your cheek, and then moves out of the way to allow your mother her turn. Nathalie sucks her teeth from beside you.

“Where’s my warm welcome?” She complains jokingly, crossing her arms. “Am I chopped liver or something over here?” Your mother clucks her tongue at your sister over your shoulder.

“We see you every Sunday for dinner Nathalie,” she says, and over her shoulder you see your father roll his eyes.

“Yeah, and every time you need money.” He gripes, but moves to hug her anyway.

“Now that is a grossly unfair assessment of my character,” Nathalie sniffs, ignoring your father’s outstretched arms in favor of giving him a cold handshake. He laughs, and you wonder if the booming sound of it travels all the way back to the gate from here. Your father has always been a cheerful man, and you see that the long trip hasn’t dulled that disposition. The only thing that seems to be putting a damper on his mood is—

“Sir. I trust your trip was comfortable,” Ransom says, leaning forward to shake your father’s hand. He regards your husband with a cool, muted smile before returning the gesture. You aren’t sure why your father—and your brother, who has disappeared from the back of the shuttle with your sister-in-law—have taken such a dislike to him. It had been tough work convincing him that Ransom wasn’t just some rich weirdo looking for a good time, and to be quite honest, you aren’t sure if he’s entirely convinced, even now.

“It was.”

You could cut the fucking tension with a knife, you think, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of your nose.

“So, um. Are you guys hungry? And where’s Don? He and Kathy have been looking for a bathroom for like, ever,” you mutter, unable to resist trying to diffuse the tension with chatter. If your father was cool on Ransom, you knew he actively disliked Lloyd.

Getting piss-drunk at my wedding didn’t fucking help, you think grimly, looking between your dissatisfied father and your husband. You know Ransom—he isn’t going to bow and scrape for your father’s approval. And, you’d had this argument before.

“We’re going to need help unloading all the bags.” Your mother answers, and you look at her confusedly.

“All the bags? Guys this is like, a four day trip.” A disbelieving little laugh escapes you before you can swallow it. “How much did you pack?” Your inquisition is interrupted by the sight of your brother, Nathalie worming her way in between you to point him out. He and his wife are pushing one of the resort’s little dollies, no doubt with the intent of loading it up with suitcases. You peek around the back of the van, and your mouth drops at the veritable mountain of suitcases.

“Squirt,” your brother greets you, and you scowl at the nickname.

“You have got to stop calling me that. We’re all grown up now, Don,” you say, and he laughs.

“When you’re taller than me, we’ll talk about it.”

Everyone seems overjoyed to see you, and you wonder guiltily if you really have been away so long. Nat is prone to complaining about the distance between you, but you generally chalked that up to her clinginess. And sure, your mother usually found a way to lament seeing you now on holidays and special occasions, but…

“I bet you’re all exhausted,” Lloyd replies, interrupting the chain of your thoughts. “Why don’t we get you guys unpacked—we’ve got reservations in town at nine.” You turn to look at him in confusion. No one had told you about dinner reservations. And by the easy smile on Ransom’s face, he certainly isn’t surprised by the news, and neither is Nathalie.

You seem to be the only person out of the loop.

Ransom squeezes your hand, drawing shapes on the back of it with his thumb as you all make your way into the main villa for coffee and presumably awkward chit-chat. About as soon as you walk inside and kick off your flip-flops, Nathalie drags your mother and Kathy off to take in the amazing view, leaving you alone with the men. They seem about as eager to talk to each other as you are to play mediator, and you leave them in awkward silence to get ready for dinner.

When Ransom edges into the bedroom, you’re already dressed, sweeping your hair up into a messy, loose bun. He hums with approval as he approaches you, smoothing his hands appreciatively over your bare shoulders. His lips follow, and you can’t help but giggle. Your eyes meet his in the mirror, and Ransom’s playful smile turns smarmy as you watch his gaze travel down to your breasts, pushed up by the bra you’re wearing.

“You look good enough to eat.”

“You like it?” You ask, turning to face him, and he chuckles.

“If we hadn’t already made dinner plans…” He trails off, cupping your cheek with one palm. Ransom’s fingers trace down the side of your throat, catching at the delicate silver chain nestled there. The pendant rests just above your breasts, a tear-drop shaped sapphire winking in the light from the vanity. It was Ransom’s first birthday gift to you, the first one of many extravagant displays of affection.

“You should wear your bracelet,” he says, nodding at Lloyd’s gift. You haven’t put it on since he’d given it to you, and you wonder if Ransom’s suggestion is because he’s noticed. “It would match with your necklace.” He picks it up, and begins fastening it around your wrist without your input. You eye yourself skeptically in the mirror when he’s finished, holding up your arm so that you can see the jewelry together. It does match—absurdly well. Even down to the little leaf designs on the prongs holding the stones in place.

Weird.

It does look nice with the flowy, silky taffeta dress you’re wearing to dinner.

“I still can’t believe how much this cost,” you mutter. The stones sparkle in the light as you turn your hand.

“Oh?” Ransom asks, glancing at you in the mirror as he buttons up his shirt. “How much?” You cock your head at him.

“What?”

“How much?” He repeats the question casually, like he doesn’t understand why you’re looking at him like he’s grown another head. “What,” he asks with a little laugh. “Lloyd tell you not to tell me, or something?”

“Fif—It was fifteen-thousand dollars, Ran.” You know you’re staring, but you can’t help it. “You told me.” Like something clicks in his brain, Ransom makes an oh face, and then smacks a hand against his forehead.

“Ugh. Jet-lag,” he says, shaking his head. “I forgot.” He smiles at you warmly in the mirror as he finishes buttoning up his cuffs. You want to chalk it up to his rich upbringing, after all, fifteen-thousand dollars is a paltry sum to someone with Thrombey money. Easy to forget.

Isn’t it?

You and Ransom greet your parents in the living area, and both they and your brother and sister-in-law look much refreshed. Lloyd is there too, Ransom’s spitting image in perfectly reversed colors. You know you shouldn’t feel… a way about him looking at you, about his eyes traveling slowly down the bodice of your dress to where your hands are clasped in front of your belly. His brows rise a fraction at the sight of the bracelet, and the corners of his mouth turn up in a little grin. You’d describe it as almost triumphant—but it’s gone just as quickly as it had come, and you’re left wondering if you’d even seen it at all.

“Are we all here and ready?” Ransom asks, and the quiet murmur in the room ceases. You’re still not quite sure how he does that, how he commands all of the attention in a room with no effort at all.

“No, we’re missing Nathalie—where is that girl? I’m starving,” your mother replies, beginning to dig into her purse for her phone. As she pulls it out, Nathalie rushes through the sliding door to the patio, still tugging on her shoes.

“Sorry, sorry, I was on the phone with Jaiden,” she mutters in apology, rolling her eyes. “He is so clingy.” She smooths her hands over her dress, and then claps them together. “But I am ready to go! Starving.” Your family begins moving outside toward the cars, and Nathalie slides her arm through yours.

“If he’s so clingy, why didn’t he come with?” You ask suspiciously, and she rolls her eyes a second time.

“He… would have. I just, I don’t think, um. Meeting the family is the best idea. We’re not, you know. Serious.” You poke her with one outstretched finger as you walk, and she swats at your hand in protest.

“Does he know that?”

She snorts.

“He should. We don’t do anything but f—study.” She looks quickly in your father’s direction. He’s busy getting into Ransom’s rental, but you know that doesn’t mean he isn’t listening carefully.

The ride to the restaurant is a quiet one. You can’t quiet your thoughts no matter how much you try, and it’s noticeable—your mother tries to fill the gap in the conversation left by your absence, trying in vain to get your father to acknowledge Ransom’s conversation hooks with more than terse one-liners.

Fifteen-thousand dollars. You don’t know why you’re still thinking about it but you are, turning the thought over in your head as if it were a pebble in your shoe.

Fifteen-thousand dollars. You would think it was a sum you wouldn’t soon forget—but Ransom had. It wasn’t just that he had forgotten—when you’d been on the plane, he’d delivered the dollar amount with offhanded familiarity, it just didn’t… it didn’t make sense. Does it have to?

It feels like you’ve only just gotten into the car when you’re piling back out of it again. The restaurant is like something out of a movie, set into the cliffside as the sound of crashing waves echoes up from the rocks below. You lean over the railing, marveling at the sight of the moon’s face reflected in the dark, shifting waters.

“Oh you look so pretty,” Nathalie gushes, reaching for her phone. “Let me take a picture—Ransom get in here, God,” she gestures at your husband. “This is a Kodak moment.” The smell of him is comforting and familiar as he presses close, tucking you into his body as he tilts your head up for a kiss. “Aww, that’s cute. Stay just like that!” He brushes his lips against yours, a soft laugh puffing across your cheeks.

“Bossy, isn’t she?” He asks, and you laugh too.

“I think we’ve had this conversation.”

Ransom wouldn’t lie to me. You’re still thinking about it—fifteen-fucking-thousand dollars—how could you not be? But you want to believe him. After all, what would he have to gain by lying? You lean forward and kiss him fully, and you feel his fingers sink appreciatively into the curves of your hips through the layers of your dress. He wouldn’t.

“Alright, alright lovebirds, I’ve got enough pictures,” Nathalie says. Ransom kisses you one more time—out of spite, you’re sure—before he grabs your hand, and you make your way into the restaurant with your family.

“I had the terrace reserved,” Lloyd says, a haughty sort of pride evident in the words. No one else seems to notice or mind, though. Your mother gasps appropriately at the sight of the candlelit table, and as she and Nathalie titter about how beautiful it is, you swear you see Lloyd’s head inflate two sizes.

“It’s just lovely,” your mother gushes, trailing her fingers along the silky tablecloth. The plates are all ceramic pieces, and you can tell they’re handmade, probably by a local artist. There are seashells set along the table too, in between the place settings and around the glasses.

“It is lovely,” you say, admitting it begrudgingly as Lloyd basks in your praise. “Thank you, Lloyd.”

“Anything for you, Princess.” He purrs. “We’re all family now.” His grin makes something cold settle at the base of your spine, and you watch as he turns to the host. “A bottle of Prosecco for the table, please.” He leans in close, and whispers loudly, “And a bottle of sparkling cider, please.” You wince. Your parents are also still blissfully unaware of your condition, and you certainly don’t want LLoyd tipping them off. You glare at him, but either he doesn’t notice, or he doesn’t care as he gestures at the the table.

“Please, sit, everyone.” Lloyd holds court like Ransom does, and you hate to admit that you find him equally enthralling. He’s just as good at telling stories, at commanding rapt attention, just like your husband. Ransom pulls out a chair for you, and you feel your face heat. He still makes you feel like a giddy newlywed, even though you’re staring down the barrel of two years in just a couple of months. You sit, and Ransom takes up residence at your right. Much to your chagrin, Lloyd sandwiches you in on the other side.

You stop yourself from shooting him a sharp look—there aren’t any assigned seats at this table, and unfortunately for you, it seems like no one else is privy to your discomfort, all seating themselves without issue. You try to ignore him, propping open the menu. There are little English translations underneath the Greek, and you squint, trying to see them in the low light.

“Would you like some help, Princess?” Lloyd asks, and you hate that his voice manages to be silky smooth even through the thickness of his Boston accent. A glance at Ransom tells you he’s trying to engage your brother, and surprisingly doing a fair job of it without your help. Lloyd’s thigh brushes up against your own as he scoots closer, his arm going around the back of your chair while he leans in close.

He smells like Ransom.

The thought is unsettling. They’re probably wearing the same cologne or something, but either way, you don’t like not having an additional physical tell.

“All of the seafood is down here —no fish for you, though, right, Princess?” He hums amusedly. “Red meat here, chicken here, pasta, and salads.”

“Thank you.” You smile curtly at him retreating a few inches to the other side of your seat. To your dismay, he follows. His fingers brush your bare shoulder as he presses in tighter. You know that to anyone looking, it seems like he’s helping you. You aren’t sure why you feel differently, like there’s a different sort of intent simmering underneath his innocent touches.

“Oh, any time.” He lingers for another second or two before settling himself firmly back into his seat. You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Fifteen-thousand dollars. You purse your lips, pushing the thought back out of your head with effort. Ransom’s hand covers yours, and you turn to him gratefully. The conversation around the table falls to a low hum as the waiter approaches. When the orders are all taken, you see a look pass between Ransom and Lloyd, one you don’t understand. A thin tendril of jealousy curls in your gut, even though you don’t want it to. They’re brothers, twins, of course you can’t be privy to every aspect of their relationship.

It doesn’t stop the sting, though.

Ransom stands, clearing his throat as he clasps his hands behind his back.

“I just wanted to thank you, Phil, Bonnie, Don, Kathy, Nathalie, for joining us. Family is… very important to me, to my brother and I,” he gestures at Lloyd. “And I know blending two very different families is difficult, at best.” He looks at your father when he says it, and to your surprise, he nods. Ransom produces a black velvet box from his pocket. You feel your breath catch in your chest as he turns to you.

“When we first started dating, I remember you told me you were looking for something solid. Something forever, and I quote ‘like my parents have.’” Your eye darts quickly over to your parents to gauge their reaction. Your mother’s lips curve up into a soft smile, and even your father looks rather touched. “You told me about how hard things were, when you were younger, the way your parents sacrificed everything to make sure that you could stand here, with me, now, and I thought to myself ‘those people gave me the greatest gift, and they don’t even know it’.” He laughs, shaking his head a little.

Ransom pushes his chair out of the way, and walks around to the other side of the table where your mother is sitting.

“This is for you. It isn’t anything compared to what you’ve given me,” Ransom looks lovingly at you and warm pride fills you at the sight. “But it was the best I could do.” He places the little jewelry box in front of her. “Please, open it.”

“You really didn’t have—” Your mother goes silent, covering her mouth with one hand as she looks at your father. “Phillip, I…”

“How did you get this?” Your father’s voice is tight with emotion as your mother reaches with trembling fingers into the box. Threaded between her fingers is a delicate silver chain, with a heavy looking pendant—a locket, hanging from it. You recognize it, but only because you’ve seen it about a dozen times in all of the family albums.

“We-we sold this.” He lets a disbelieving little laugh as your mother holds it up. “We had to. Two babies, and another on the way—we couldn’t let them cut off the power, or the heat, so…”

“It was my grandmothers,” your mother’s voice is thickly laced with tears as she places it carefully back into the box.

“Well, when she told me that, I thought maybe I could track it down. I had to enlist my brother’s help, of course,” he says, nodding in Lloyd’s direction. “Couldn’t have done it alone.”

Lloyd nods graciously in a way that tells you he’s pleased. “Amazing the things you find when you’ve got high enough clearance.”

He winks. Your mother is openly crying now, dabbing at her eyes with her napkin so as not to muss her makeup too much. To your astonishment, your father’s eyes are wet too. And though he doesn’t shed any tears, you don’t mistake it for anything less than complete astonishment and gratefulness. He stands up and sniffs, his mustache wiggling above his lip as he walks over to your husband and hugs him, clapping him loudly on the back.

“Welcome to the family.” He pats Ransom again between the shoulders with a clap. “Son.”

Fifteen-thousand dollars.

Your father nods at Lloyd before sitting back down, and your mother carefully tucks the jewelry box into her purse.

“Government clearance, huh?” Don says, nodding respectfully at Lloyd. “What’s that like?”

Ransom sits back down beside you, and you turn to him, squeezing his hand as he settles back in. Servers come out with drinks, and suddenly the table seems more lively than it was ten minutes ago, the terrace brighter and more welcoming against the starry night and dark sea. You feel somehow disconnected from it all, though, as though a glass pane stands between you and everyone else as the thought rings again in your unwilling head—fifteen-thousand dollars.

“I can’t believe you found that for my mom,” you say quietly, and Ransom smiles at you, shrugging. “That was like, ten Christmases worth of gifts all in one.”

“Do you think that means I can skip ten Christmases?” He asks, and you laugh, shoving at his arm.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know if we were going to be able to get it. Plus I didn’t want Nathalie getting it out of you.” You know you should feel happy, this is a big stride, and a happy night. You want to be happy. And most of all, you want to believe. You want to more than anything. Because you already know where you’ll end up if you don’t.

You know where the thin, winding thread of that distrust leads, and you don’t even want to think it. It’s such a silly chain of if, then’s that you don’t want to follow it all the way through to the end, not when you can be happy.

Because if Ransom is lying, then it wasn’t him on the plane at all—

It was Lloyd.

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