#lloyd hansen x you x jake jensen

[randomagnes0210]

Re-reading! ❤️

It will be a year in 4 months. Maybe we'll find out what's up with the reader, Jake and Lloyd? 🤔 I'm not suggesting anything 😜

A Sin For A Sin

Summary: you told Lloyd what would happen if he cheated on you.

Pairings: Jake Jensen X Reader, Jake Jensen X Reader X Lloyd Hansen

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  cheating, alcohol consumption, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, voyeurism, double penetration, degradation, praise kink, size kink, spitting, implied basement wife, creampie, somnophilia, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.4K

Chris Evans One Shots

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

A/N: For @iamesca who had the brilliant idea to pair Lloyd and Jake together 🫠😮‍💨😮‍💨

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[eccentricallygothic]

hear me out ok the 5 cevens characters working together to fluster bunny. like randomly one morning she wakes up and she's getting it from all sides. poor bunny is teased to tears before ransom or jensen finally take some sympathy on her and let her cockwarm them while hiding her embarrassed teary eyes <3

Oh God I am melting becauseee-

Warning(s): Somnophilia (consensual), dacryphilia, gangbang, corruption kink, p-in-v, blow job, anal, boob fucking, handjob, degredation, cockwarming.

Bunny is confused at first, (the innocence of which drives Lloyd mad), then turned on but then soon overwhelmed due to how much of a sensitive Princess she is. 

Daddies had discussed this with her a couple weeks ago with a mutual agreement that whenever it happens it will be a surprise because Bunny always has her safe word anyways.

"Hnnng~" her plugged mouth vibrates against Lloyd's cock as Ari stretches her unsuspecting and very tight pussy with a capital S. 

She's basically hanging between the huge men and being held up solely by their cocks like one of those hentais. 

Andy is grunting behind her as he wraps her hair around his fist and pushes his fat dick between her plump ass cheeks and up her much lubed pucker. 

Jensen is still praising her for being so brave as he guides her smaller hand around his girth, free hand stroking her hair which was the only consolation with all the violation going on. 

"Dirty little horn Bunny" Ari snickers from his spot as he feels her move around him. "Half asleep but still moaning and clenching around our cocks while we fuck her dumb."

Lloyd hisses as he enters her throat from his spot besides her since Ransom is thrusting between her tits.

The dark haired man grunts and curses at the sight before him as he rocks his hips against her chest, holding both of Bunny's tits together while she hangs propped up by all their cocks, panting through her nostrils. 

She's spread out and filled to all her brims like a lifeless fuck doll, lazy eyes scanning her surroundings through her still droopy eyelids. 

It goes on for hours. 

Some daddies even change positions. 

Touching, teaching, fucking, degradation and praise which is just Jensen building her up for the other daddies (and him) to crush back down. 

Bunny is a whining and crying gurgling mess by the end of it, covered in cum and tears as she trembles on her hands and knees, their juices leaking out of all her holes.

"Aw, would you look at this leaking little breeding bunny" Jensen chuckles darkly as the other Daddies enjoy the sight.

Bunny ducks her head as this rare side of Jensen makes her feel even more vulnerable, exposed and small, if it were even possible after all that.

Ransom chuckles to himself when her bottom lip wobbles and eyes tear up. 

"But she's a good breeding bunny, isn't that right?" His fingers slip through her sweaty hair as he comfortingly caresses it. 

Bunny peaks up at him only through her lashes and murmurs out a weak and broken 'yes Daddy'.

"Look at how small and pathetic she is. Nothing but a fine set of tight little holes" Lloyd's spank is cruel as it nearly echoes in the room. 

Bunny whimpers into Ransom's hand again and that is when he finally takes mercy at the fucked out sight. 

"Little Bunny can't take any more, huh? Needs Daddy to protect and take care of her?" She vigorously nods, feeling the gazes of the other Daddies almost cut her skin.

Ransom's chest swells with pride and authority when he sits on her Princess Bunny bed and pats his thigh. 

The girl obediently crawls into it before nuzzling her red face in his broad chest. 

The male positions his cock against her much well lubricated entrance before gripping her hips and lowering her down on it. 

Bunny moans and whimpers, tightening her arms around him as she clenches in defense before eventually adjusting to Ransom's thick and veiny girth, feeling him just under organs. 

It's not long before she's snoring against his chest, exhausted from the erotic episode.

Ransom continues to rock them back and forth slowly, caressing her back as he presses a reassuring kiss to the top of her head every now and then. 

The other Daddies leave but not before Ari makes the remark that she's just like a fuck doll, being turned on to serve her purpose and then going right back to idle mode when her batteries run out. 

Andy, Lloyd and Jensen snicker as they follow the giant out of the room.

Maybe they will wake her the same way later. 

With their little slut Bunny, the possibilities are endless.

[lilacevans]

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬.

✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here. *this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 - 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | breeding kink.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 - 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | puppy play

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 - 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | spit kink, choking.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 - 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | bondage.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐠𝐨𝐭'𝐜𝐡𝐚 - 𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | crying kink, chase kink, dub-con/non-con

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 - 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | throatfucking, dub-con. | coming soon!

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧'- 𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | breeding, dirty talk.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝 - 𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | humiliation, ball-sucking.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐠𝐞𝐧 - 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | choking, puppy play. | coming soon!

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 - 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | choking, pushed too far.

+ more! coming soon!

[sosa2imagines]

Broken Hearts. Part 21

Warnings- Dubcon, non consent touching, horrible exes, manipulation.

You have never been more thankful to Steve, as you are now. If he hadn't call Bucky out, things would have gone far between you two.

With shaking hands, you fixed your jeans back and got up taking the broken phone and placing it behind the flowerpot.

As you stood there in the dimly lit room, you took a moment to let go of all your pent-up emotions and fears.

You finally allowed yourself to cry, your body shaking with fear and despair. You cried with muffled noises, as you covered your mouth with your hands, tears streaming down your face as you silently pleaded for Lloyd and the others to hurry. The thought of being stuck in this nightmare any longer was unbearable, and you clung to the hope that they would come soon and rescue you from this torment.

While you were going through your own personal hell, Jake had been working tirelessly to track your location. He was able to use Peter's phone to pin down your whereabouts and breathed a sigh of relief when he finally found what he was looking for.

Jake quickly called up the others, his voice heavy with urgency. “I've got her location, guys,” he said, the relief he felt obvious in his tone.

Lloyd's heart raced as he listened intently to Jake's words. The realization that they had finally found your location filled him with a mixture of relief and determination. He knew that every second counted, and he was more determined than ever to get to you as quickly as possible.

“Good work, Jake,” Lloyd said, his voice steady and filled with urgency. “We don't have much time. Send us the coordinates, and we'll head there right away.”

“Stay calm Lloyd, we just have to focus. We know where she is.” Ari said as he looked at everyone, his voice was calm and he was maintaining an even composure.

“Barber you stay here with Jake. Me, Lloyd and Ari will go there. If we need anything, we'll contact you.” Nick tells them.

Ari, Nick, and Lloyd were gathered together, their faces etched with worry as they talked about the situation. They were all on edge, their concerns for your safety weighing heavily on their minds. The thought of Bucky and Steve and what they might be doing to you was terrifying, and they could only hope that they would be able to reach you before anything worse happened.

Jake was fidgeting and anxious as he tried to stay calm, while Andy was trying his best to remain positive and hopeful for the group.

They were all feeling a mix of emotions as they rushed to head out.

 Ari was feeling panic and fear as he thought about what Bucky and Steve might have done to you.

Nick was feeling a mix of anger and worry as he tried to stay as calm as possible, he was trying to be more stoic but deep down his nerves were on edge.

Lloyd was feeling a mix of frustration and anger as he wanted to get out there and rescue you, right now. He was nervous and anxious, as he was worried about you and hoped you are okay.

Lloyd's voice rang out, cutting through the tense atmosphere.

“Alright guys, let's focus up,” he said, his tone firm and unwavering. “We've got a mission to complete, and we're going to follow through with it. We're going to save Sugar, and we're not leaving anyone behind when we get there. Is that clear?”

Ari and Nick nodded, their expressions serious and determined. They knew what was at stake, and they were ready to do whatever it took to bring you back safely.

With the discussion over and a plan in place, the group quickly dispersed. Jake and Andy stayed in constant communication via their comms, ensuring that any updates or changes in plans could be shared immediately. Everyone knew the importance of staying connected and working together in order to successfully locate and rescue you.

Jake's voice came through the comms, his tone urgent as he repeated the location. “Guys, I'm repeating the location – it is at 2266 North Avenue, the compound is abandoned,” he said. “You all remember Y/n had mentioned she saw a 'S' logo? Guess what, it belongs to Stark enterprises.”

Nick's response was immediate, his confusion evident. “Wait, isn't he supposed to be Rogers' business partner? Is he involved in this?”

Andy's voice crackled through the comm, his words filled with uncertainty. “I doubt it,” he replied. “The 'S' logo does belong to Stark, but the location is an old abandoned compound. No one's using it.”

Ari's response was quick, his mind already putting the pieces together. “So they took advantage of the secluded place?” he asked, his tone grave.

Lloyd's voice broke through, his words filled with determination. “And now we're going to take advantage of them!” he said, his tone resolute.

The others agreed, their faces firm with resolve. They knew that they had the upper hand now, and they were ready to make the most of it.

The journey may have been tough, but the path ahead looked a little bit clearer now.

Ari, Nick, and Lloyd's cars tore down the empty streets, their engines roaring as they pushed the speed limit to its maximum. They had a mission to accomplish, and time was of the essence. They could feel the wind rushing past them as they hurtled down the road, the adrenaline coursing through their veins.

Meanwhile back at the compound....

Steve observed Bucky closely, taking note of the other man's flustered demeanor. He could sense that Bucky had been left alone with you for some time, and he couldn't deny the anger building up inside him.

Steve's frustration grew, fueled by the realization that Bucky had been given the chance to be alone with you instead of him. The sight of Bucky's swollen lips only added to his agitation, further fueling his jealousy and possessive tendencies.

Steve's voice was gruff as he confronted Bucky, his anger clear. “What do you think you're doing, Buck?” he demanded, his gaze fixed on him.

Bucky responded with a casual roll of his eyes, his tone nonchalant. “Oh, relax, punk,” he replied. “I was just reminding her of something. What's your problem?”

But Bucky's words only served to further enrage Steve, his possessive nature rearing its head. “Don't you forget, she is mine too!”

“And she is mine too!” Bucky snapped back.

Steve's anger continued to simmer as he and Bucky argued. “Oh really?” Steve retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “It doesn't seem like just a reminder to me, to be honest.”

Bucky, undeterred, shot back with a smug grin. “I think you're just jealous, punk.” he taunted.

Steve scoffed at the suggestion, his response laced with even more aggression than before. “Jealous? Of you? Hardly.”

“Oh, is my little buddy Steve got his feelings hurt over little me stealing his girl? I could never imagine…” Bucky added in a sarcastic tone.

“Shut up Bucky.” He hissed, he was starting to feel more and more pissed off with each passing second.

“Someone's got their man panties in a twist.” Bucky continued to tease as he looked back to Steve.

“Shut up!” Steve replied with a clenched jaw, he couldn't believe the audacity of his friend and he felt like lashing out.

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose, taking deep breaths. “Look” he paused for a second “Let's not fight, we got her and she belongs to us. We should be okay with any one of us being with her.”

“You're right, we shouldn't be fighting over her. We should be sharing her.” Bucky replied with a smirk.

You had been staring out the window, anxiously awaiting Lloyd's arrival, when the door suddenly opened.

Steve's eyes met yours, brimming with desire and lust. As he took slow, deliberate steps towards you, your heart thumped in your chest.

He reached out and took hold of your arm, pulling you into the center of the room. Bucky entered shortly after, joining the scene as Steve wrapped his arms around you from behind.

Bucky stood mere inches away from you, his muscular frame towering over you. Meanwhile, Steve's muscular arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

Steve's voice was a low, possessive growl as he spoke into your ear, his nibbling sending shivers down your spine.

“You belong to us, baby doll,” he drawled, his hot breath caressing your ear. “And we both should get to do... what we want with you.”

Bucky's voice was sultry as he spoke, his eyes locked on yours.

“Why don't we just get more comfortable,” he suggested, a sly smile playing at his lips. “Since we're going to be spending a lot of time together, doll.”

“What do…do you mean?” your voice shook subtly as you spoke, and you attempted to wriggle out of Steve's tight grip.

His arms only grew tighter, holding you firmly in place as Bucky responded to your questions. “You know exactly what I mean, doll,” he purred. “We want you all to ourselves, to do with as we please.” his eyes were looking at your body with an obvious intent.

“Yeah baby doll, just relax. Let us have some fun.” Steve added.

Your heart raced with a mixture of fear and anxiety as Bucky and Steve squeezed you between them, their bodies pressing against yours. The realization of what was about to happen hit you like a wave. “No... no... no no!!” You protested, your voice trembling with a mix of panic and desperation. “Please, don't do this!”

Lloyd's voice came through the comm line, his words tinged with impatience. “How far are we, Jake?” he asked briskly.

Jake's response was immediate. “Just five minutes,” he replied, his tone steady.

Ari's voice cut in, his eagerness evident in his words. “Let's speed up, boys!”

Nick joined in, his anger towards Bucky and Steve clearly apparent. “Let's kill those motherfuckers!”

As Lloyd raced down the road, his mind was focused solely on you, the person he held dear. 'Just five minutes, Sugar,' he thought to himself, his determination unwavering. 'I'm coming to you.'

He clenched his teeth, the thought of Steve and Bucky tormenting you fueling his anger even further. 'They will pay for harming you,' he vowed silently. The five minutes couldn't pass fast enough.

Part 20- Part 22

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[kaismasterlist]

| 🩶: angst | 🩷: fluff | ♥️: smut | 🖤: dark |

Wrong Place, Right Time (Dark Burglar!Curtis Everett | Naive!Reader) 🖤

Pool Bratting With Daddies Andy, Ari, Lloyd, Ransom And Jake 🩷

Punishments And Aftercares With Daddies Andy, Ari, Lloyd, Ransom And Jake ❤️

Somnophilia with Daddies Ari, Andy, Lloyd, Ransom and Jensen ❤️

Sub drop with Daddies Ari, Andy, Lloyd, Ransom and Jensen 🩶🩷

You love a firm hand to keep you in place and comfort you with Daddy Andy of the 5 Daddies mix 🩷

You get sick but you hate the doctor and his healing remedies so Daddy!Ari Levinson/Andy Barber… 🩷

Sorry Brat (Continuation of Party Girl where you try and run from Daddy Ari) ❤️

Apology Boy (Paul Lahote | Human mate!You) ❤️

[jamneuromain]

Highway to Hell

Summary: A failed mission brought you once again back on earth, a punishment that’s more pleasurable than you'd normally expect punishments to be. Your punishment? Corrupting people’s thoughts. It’s easy, in a very simple way: sexual pleasure. Turns out no man can resist such a beauty like you.

And who were you? Oh, just the devil's child.

A/N: It's been an amazing process coming up ideas with @rogerswifesblog/@rogerswifesblog-updates, who will be writing this collection of one-shots with me <3 (who also created this beautiful moodboard and the summary above <3, please give this amazing person some love XD

Cousin!Jake Jensen (Difficulty: ⭐)

Cop!Lloyd Hansen (Difficulty: ⭐⭐)

Bartender!Ari Levinson (Difficulty: ⭐⭐⭐)

Uncle!Curtis Everett (Difficulty: ⭐⭐⭐)

Stepdad!Andy Barber (Difficulty: ⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Priest!Steve Rogers (Difficulty: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Shared (Pairing: Ari/Curtis/Lloyd/Steve x You)

[holylulusworld]

Barnes vs Barnes (6) - Four

Summary: The unavoidable happened. What will Bucky do now?

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Ex-Wife Reader

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, Jake Jensen, Steve Rogers, Nick Fowler, Matt Murdoch

Warnings: heavy angst,mentions of infertility, strong reader, mentions of past cheating, Natasha hate in this, sorry, secrets get revealed

A/N: Please be aware this is an AU. Bucky is an ass and OOC in this story.

Barnes vs Barnes masterlist

<< Part 5

“Fowler,” you chuckle as Steve presses his gun into Nick’s back. “Y/N didn’t lie when she told your minion that I was watching your bitch while she was following Y/N.”

“Rogers, a pleasure to meet you again,” Nick casually says. As if Steve doesn’t press a gun to his back. “What brings you here?”

“I’m going to tell you this only once,” Steve whispers to not catch anyone’s attention, “you will leave Y/N alone. She’s been through enough thanks to your brother. You don’t want to mess with me a regret that you let me live back then.”

“I was about to tell your sweet girl a little secret, Rogers,” he’s a cocky man, you give Nick that. “I wonder if he would have kept on trying to get her pregnant. What a fool.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, and I won’t listen to your shit, Fowler. All I want from you is to leave me alone,” you spat. “You’re just like your brother. And I don’t want to have shit to do with you, Bucky, or your minions.”

“Bucky is infertile.”

You glare at Nick. Bucky is a bastard and a cheater, but he would’ve never put you through all of this, knowing he cannot get you pregnant. “No. He’s not.”

“A pretty girl, with a sharp tongue. I see why my brother is head over heels for you,” Nick leans closer only to feel Steve’s arm around his neck. “Rogers, you’re pretty too but not my type.”

“I have warned you,” you shiver at the edge in Steve’s voice. You can’t risk him killing your husband’s brother in public. “Stay away from Y/N and leave her alone. This is your final warning.”

“I have a lot to say,” Nick’s eyes are glued to your face. “I know my brother is infertile. It’s my fault.” He chuckles darkly. “I caused a bilateral severe testicular trauma when we were sixteen. A few kicks to his crotch and it was done.”

“You are lying. Bucky would’ve told me so.”

“He doesn’t know. My parents believed it was better this way. He would’ve only hated me more,” he grins now. “As if Bucky needed a reason to hate me.”

“I hate you even though I do not know you,” you grit your teeth. “Steve let’s go. I can’t stand being close to this version of Bucky. He’s an even bigger asshole than my husband.”

“You sure?” Steve presses the gun to Nick’s side. “I can take him down right here and now. No one will miss him.”

“I’m telling you what Steve told you,“ You step closer to Nick to grab his chin, “stay away from me. I don’t need your help, and I don’t want it. Fuck my husband over as much as you want to. I don’t give a shit. I hope you kill each other.”

“You’re fiery and red-blooded. Just my kind of woman.”

You scoff, “Steve, we should go. He has nothing to offer.”

“Okay,” Steve releases Nick and secures his gun. “I’ll drive you back. No flying solo again, doll. You know how Bucky can get when he wants something. He’ll burn down this fucking town for you.”

“Not anymore,” you sound a little too sad for your liking. “Maybe he never was my man at all. He left me for her before, and now, he did it all over again.”

“My brother is a piece of shit. I’d never leave a woman like you,” Nick says. “We can bring him down together. Just say yes.”

“I don’t know you,” you sneer. “And I already got four men I trust in my life. You are not one of them.”

“But I am,” Steve emphasizes. “Again. This is your final warning. Stay out of our business and away from Y/N. She wants nothing to do with you or the likes of you.”

Steve reluctantly puts his gun away. He knows Mace is still somewhere around, but he didn’t come alone either. He’s been in this business all his life. 

Nick doesn’t move when you step away from him to follow Steve outside. He’s not sure Steve came alone and won’t risk getting shot by an overly dutiful minion. 

“If you change your mind, I’ll be in town for a while,” Nick says as you pass him by. “I promise to help you get revenge.”

“I don’t want revenge. I want to be free of Bucky, his demands, and my past,” you dip your head to glance at Nick. “You can’t give me what I want. And I won’t help you bring my husband down. I’m better than this…”

“What did you find out about our new player?” Steve watches Jensen type away on the keyboard. “His minion followed Y/N around town.”

“I will kill him,” Lloyd grits out. “How dare that bastard to follow Y/N! He’s as worse as his brother.”

“I won’t let him use me against his brother,” you say. “No man will ever use me again only to throw me away for some skank.”

“That’s the spirit, sugar plum,” Lloyd claps his hands and chuckles. “So, can I shoot your husband now or do you want to knife him a little?

You watch Steve with worry. You know he was about to kill Nick in the middle of the store to prove a point. “We won’t kill Bucky. Let the brothers fight each other. Meanwhile, we can help Y/N with her divorce and start a new life.”

“Rogers, you became wise with age,” Lloyd grins at Steve. “I’m proud of you.”

“Guys, can we stop fighting? How about we order food and talk about all the nice things I found out about Romanoff, Fowler, and Barnes,” Jake cocks his head to look at you. “Y/N, what do you think?”

“I’m kinda starving,” you nod at your friend. “Threatening assholes makes me hungry all the time.”

“Do you think it’s true?” Steve asks.

“Fowler would’ve told us Bucky is the queen of Brooklyn to get us on his side. It doesn’t matter if Bucky is infertile. He didn’t know about it. I’m sure about it.”

“He believed that he got Natasha pregnant,” Steve says. “Bucky wouldn’t have believed her if he knew about his infertility.”

“Wait—Barnes can’t get it up,” Lloyd chuckles. “Seriously?”

“He can’t get a woman pregnant, asshat,” Jensen grunts. “So, food or no food? I was working all day.”

“Food, and no more talking about killing people tonight. Let’s keep it low for now,” you point at Lloyd. “And we don’t stab people in this house…”

>> Part 7

[ronearoundblindly]

Ro's Monthly Edit

April 7th, 2024 - May 5th, 2024

In case you missed any of the new posted content this month, here's a handy-dandy list with short excerpts and links to all of them!

Warning: while none of the snippets are themselves explicit, a good number of the writings this month were 18+ only. Please read all warnings at the beginning of each post, and minors, please stick with works included in the Light Masterlist.

*I've only added excerpts of the two dirty headcanon asks that were written in a narrative/story style. The rest are on the list linked below.

Various Dirty Headcanons (see full list) featuring characters: Steve Rogers, Ransom Drysdale, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen, Johnny Storm, Ari Levinson, Jimmy Dobyne, and Curtis Everett

Big Girls Don't Cry, from It Had To Be You (explicit) CEO!Steve Rogers x assistant/co-CEO!Reader

Steve sees you shiver and scrambles to find the blanket, tucking it around you but not giving you space to hide your face. He cups your cheek so you can't cover your eyes either, thumb sweeping across the wet streaks left behind, asking if you're ready to talk to him about it, but you shake your head. "I love you," you do say. "I just hate you a little right now."

Dirty Water, from Sun, Salt, and Shield (explicit) Steve Rogers x deep sea mermaid!Reader

Even in the very low light of damp room, he could see the lavender of your stare drop to his crotch. "You sing too?" Steve's an idiot. He didn't understand yet, so that dumbass actually began humming 'You Are My Sunshine' because nothing else occurred to him. Then he noticed your tail glowing beneath the scales. Then he realized you were pressing yourself to his legs. Aaaand then Steve Rogers looked down your body to witness his knee disappearing in a spongy spot where the armoring swelled apart. Oh god.

Untitled Ask, from Sun, Salt, and Shield Steve Rogers x deep sea mermaid!Reader

The most heart-warming thing Steve teaches you is the hug. So simple. So reminiscent of your first meeting. If you lay your head on his chest, your face can remain underwater to breathe and hold onto Steve indefinitely, and he's tried. The longest he's gone is five straight hours of just you two holding each other, brushing his thumb over your cheek, giving you soft back rubs, getting gentle back scratches from you, and loving every second. Sometimes he just talks to you, even when he knows you can't understand most of the words. It's shocking how much gets across by emotion and intonation alone. You squeeze him a little tighter when he's telling you a sad story, and you rub your forehead into his sternum when he laughs at something.

Pirate & Pin Cushion, part two (see JJ Masterlist) Jake Jensen x gn!ops!Reader

“Don’t worry, PC, they got you the good stuff. Heavy duty meds. Nothing but the best.” “PC?” you croak. Jake smirks warily. “For Pin Cushion. Eh, I’m test-driving it,” he shrugs. “You smile pretty.” Pink floods Jake’s cheeks. “Thank you?” Using all your might and concentration, your hand moves to his. “You got thick arms.”

Pirate & Pin Cushion, finale (see JJ Masterlist) Jake Jensen x gn!ops!Reader

“I’D KNOWN YOU FOR TWO WEEKS,” you explode, bolting out of your own seat. “Yeah,” Jake squeaks, “I know.” “Two weeks, and then you taped me saying ‘I love you?’” “But, like—“ his usually deep timbre pitches super high “…did you?” “Why would you just sit on that, Jake?!” “You weren’t exactly sober.” He shrugs.

Lease, one-shot (see SR One-Shots Masterlist) Steve Rogers x best friend!roommate!reader

“You don’t have to put photos,” Sam assures, “and you can stick with your first name only. I swear to you, man, this’ll be good for you. Get you out there more. Help me out here, Tagalong!” He turns to you for support. To be fair, you did quite literally tag along with your parents for years to the VA, and it stuck. Why it sticks as a grown-ass adult? You’ll never know. You just don’t mind Sam Wilson saying it because he means well and never uses it in public. “Uh, nooooo.” Sam’s face falls. “What?” You look at Steve and grimace, clicking your tongue. “He’s not ready for that,” you conclude. Steve jumps out of the chair, arms wide with victory. “THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING!”

No Promises, part one (explicit, darkfic) (see LH Masterlist) Lloyd Hansen x rival assassin!Reader

Easy pickings is what this guy is. All Lloyd has to do is make it look like the middle-aged, fake-tanned Pillsbury Doughboy down there had a heart attack…which might actually happen at the rate his target is shoveling antipasto down his gullet. Lloyd wipes his own mouth in disgust. The women have the right idea though, especially the one in the yellow bikini. His target looks like a desperate and lonely man, whether flashing around wealth or not, so leech away, ladies. Enjoy the free ride while it lasts.

No Promises, part two (explicit, darkfic) (see LH Masterlist) Lloyd Hansen x rival assassin!Reader

Lloyd keeps his steps forward into the room slow and casual, though his ire is obvious. He stops halfway across the carpet, unzips his leather jacket, and tosses it onto the foot of the bed. He seems surprised when you strut over without hesitation; he hasn’t handed over any weapons, but you haven’t asked for a reason. Lloyd’s reputation is cocky, commanding, and curious—in that order—so he won’t start speculating till it’s too late. Indeed, what possible harm could you inflict wearing this lil’ ol’ thing, huh?

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[rogerswifesblog]

Idk what to update next, I have so many things/wips going on 🤣

Wanna decide? What’s your wish?😇🥰 let me know!

[imyourbratzdoll]

Mrs Clause magically becomes elf size and all the elves are going crazy because she’s finally their size 😏💜

hello! I hope you like it, I didn't exactly add smut, but implied it!

summary - you accidentally become the size of the elves, resulting in you being used.

warning - smut implied, swearing, ambush.

18+ only please, the gif and header I use aren't mine.

It all happened so fast. Ari had left the room, not letting you know not to eat the freshly made biscuits as they were an experiment he was testing. You had walked in, unknowingly chewing on the deliciousness before squeaking as you began to shrink. Everything around you becomes larger. You look around rapidly before stumbling out of the room, and your voice is small as you try and call out for someone. You look around when you hear footsteps, and the elves round the corner when they hear you calling out for help. 

Their eyes widen, seeing you stand there all confused. Pants go flying, and they take off running straight to you. Your eyes widen when you notice the herd charging in your direction. You don’t even have time to giggle as Steve struggles behind with his pants around his ankles. They pile on top of you, fucking you, eating you, fingering you, choking you on their cocks. By the time Ari walks back into the room, you are flopped onto the ground, whimpering and covered in their cream. His eyes widen, and he quickly reaches in to pick you up, dealing with a few scratch and bite marks as they attack him, growling. 

You snuggle into his hand. “Wow…” You huff, feeling yourself tingle.

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[bookishtheaterlover7]

In cevans sibbling home . Reader and steve are caught fucking by the bros depends on who and where and of c steve covers y/n protec her

Andy*goes out of the room while imaining him doing y/n*ok . Lets just get coffe and cuddle her later

Ransom:Aw man i wanted to spend time with her!

Jake:noice*blushes

Lloyd:daam it steve

Johnny*door slams shut*

Ari: you better wear condoms there!*chil but done

So... we're REALLY going to do this...

Honestly, what the heck?

Here's to getting out of my comfort zone 🥂

[eccentricallygothic]

Oh my god the 5 daddy dom CE characters, poor bunny Now now .. can we go on with that and see what each one does for punishments and aftercare? please please.

Okay first, I apologize in advance because I am REALLY not good at these kinds of things (reactions and preferences etc of different characters) but I tried my best according to my thinking. Hope you like it! <3

Warning(s): BDSM and DDLG vibes, bratty!you, polyamorous relationship, brat!tamer Daddies Ari, Lloyd, Jensen, Andy and Ransom, stripping, fluff(?), bunny!reader, different kinds of punishments (mentions only), dacryphilia, behavioral adjustment. Contains mature content. Browse at your own discretion. 18+ 

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Andy: 

Honestly, all five give spankings of varying degrees.

Definitely makes bunny wear her tail during spankings so he can add to the humiliation by moving it around and even teasing her with it. 

Clit spankings.

Cold showers.

Bondage and whipping.

Blindfolding. 

Makes bunny tell him why she's being punished.

Bends her over his knee.

Doesn't stop until she's promising him that she won't do it again with everything she's got. 

Likes to do it with one of her pink bunny baby hair brushes so if the flimsy toy-like object bends or breaks, which they often do, the sight can taunt and remind her every time she passes by her little sparkly dresser that Jensen got for her. 

Honestly, Andy doesn't like punishing his baby bunny too much mainly because he knows she's too weak to take him head on and because he expects her to behave well for him as he knows she's his good little bunny girl.

He spoils her so much after all.

So obedience is the least his precious Bunny can do… right?

So in short he blames Ransom and Jensen whenever she acts out. 

Sometimes she even gets the younger Daddies in trouble with the most authoritative Daddy.

Self degradation to rub her nose in it further. 

Makes her feel sooo fucking dumb for acting out. 

"All that acting out just to end up in your tiny little bunny place again, huh Bunny?"

Cuddles and back rubs as Andy allows Bunny's trembling form to calm down against his chest when he's done.

And he's only done when he's brought his point home.

Soft murmurs of comforting sweet nothings. 

They make her feel so protected that it's only a matter of time before everything from the punishment except for the lesson dissipates. 

Casually buys her anything she points at as part of the aftercare. 

Once bought her a whole orchard because the apples looked to be a pretty shade of red.

Lots of praise.

Takes care of any possible dehydration. 

Soul food after she calms down even though he enjoys to fine down with Bunny.

A nice and calming massage with kisses that tickle her skin due to his thick beard.

She exhaustedly giggles at the feeling.

Takes her of all the bondage burns and cuts.

Uses the special yellow Pikachu bandages that Daddy Ransom bought her.

Sweet and soft kisses all over her face when he takes her in his huge arms and cuddles her in the bed after he's done with all that.

Even softens up on his rules for a while.

Lloyd: 

Honestly, Bunny doesn't play around too much with Daddy Lloyd. 

Because, come on! 

It's that look that he gives her that's anything but scary in the typical sense.

A half grin with slightly narrowing eyes and Bunny knows to respectfully perch herself beside her sadistic Daddy that loves to see her tears with a whimper. 

Spankings start with hand and easily go to his leather belt. 

Bends her over a table for easy access to all her ouchie spots.

Lloyd loves tears so anything to do with them such as frustration (overstimulation, denial and edging) can stretch over days.

What? He's a brat tamer who enjoys putting them back into their little places.

He gets creative honestly.

But Lloyd and the other Daddies are always careful to talk about what they're going to do and make sure she remembers her safewords.

Makes sure to keep checking on her.

Waterboarding while fucking her roughly from behind.

Sometimes, if the other Daddies are away or busy, he will step in for them and give Bunny a combination of his and the other Daddy's punishment style.

Sends a video of her crying and sorry form to the Daddy who is away.

So, in short, Bunny doesn't fuck with him unless she's in a mood. 

Makes Bunny thank him after punishments because he's such a caring Daddy that he wants to make sure his Bunny is always on her best behavior!

Face fucking.

Bunny's poor jaw is so sore by the time he's done.

Sometimes Lloyd will cockwarm her mouth.

There's a reason why she doesn't mess with him.

Because he isn't intimidating like Daddy Andy.

Daddy Lloyd is just plain terrifying.

Sometimes will take away the matching insignia band that he got her.

It's absolutely crushing for poor Bunny.

Okay, let's be real here.

He's not too good at aftercare.

And although Lloyd is usually a confident and proud man, when he sees how good the other Daddies are he wants to get better.

Never had to and didn't use to give aftercare before Bunny. 

So Daddy Lloyd basically learns from the other Daddies.

Cuddles Bunny in the bath as they talk about the punishment and what lead to it. 

Allows her cuddle up to her favourite stuffies in his bed although usually he demands that all attention be given to him.

Also buys her expensive as fuck stuff.

Lots of sweets. 

That was a trick he figured out on his own.

Ice cream for her sore mouth is a must.

Best scalp scratches.

But Lloyd doesn't shy away from punishing her again if she starts getting too out of her place.

He can't help himself.

Ari: 

His huge and calloused hand alone is enough to make poor Bunny cry.

He's such a deception that it's almost a cruel joke on the foolish girl. 

Because Ari isn't necessarily a brooding and mysterious vibes Daddy like Andy.

Or a scary and intimidating one like Lloyd.

But man has twice their strength all packed up in one huge body of 6'5 that towers over everyone in the house. 

He's quite lenient for his category. 

But once Bunny manages to get in trouble with him…

Ari is more of a typical Daddy as opposed to the other older two who are lowkey Daddy-Doms.

Makes her straddle one of his thicc thighs and bend over so she's tucked under his arm as he spanks her ass raw. 

Man is a giant. 

Same goes for his cock.

Ari is not necessarily a sadist, unlike Lloyd, but…

Painal with his fat cock up Bunny's poor spanked ass with little lubrication is Ari's favourite way to bring things to a satisfying end. 

She isn't allowed to touch him.

Ties her hands up if she does.

"Hmmm. Let's ask the other Daddies if you seem sorry, Bunny."

Of course, since discipline is so important to Andy and Lloyd is his sadist self, they're the hardest to convince while Ari abuses her tiny pucker and teases her desperate Bunny pussy. 

Plugs it with a thick plug when he's done.

"You better not let a drop spill, Bunny."

He's not a technology man.

So her pretty little expensive gadgets that all her Daddies get her from all over the world are what he confiscates.

Makes Bunny do all the chores and outdoor activities that she dislikes because she's so used to being a spoiled little bunny princess. 

Puts her favourite movie or show on after a warm bubble bath. 

Dresses her in one of his huge soft shirts.

Juice is a must after punishments with Ari. 

Lets Bunny pig out however much she wants. 

Takes her on a nice long drive in his truck if she wants.

Definitely talks it out with her later.

His huge chest is her bed for an indefinite period of time as her ass is too sore for anything. 

If Bunny feels comfortable, he even carefully holds her above the toilet seat so her sore cheeks don't have to touch it.

Carries her everywhere.

Buys her a plushie everytime as praise. 

Reassurance.

Forehead kisses.

Ransom: 

Now Ransom is one of the two softer Daddies.

But he's similar to Ari in terms of being unpredictable.

When he wants to put his foot down, Bunny can end up the most sorry girl in the whole town.

Ransom can get pretty cruel. 

Definitely has sadistic tendencies.

Dangles her cute stuffies or her glittery crayons that she always gets with Daddy Jensen in front of her face. 

And then proceeds to tear the toys open or snaps the crayons in half before making Bunny thank him as she kneels in front of him on her poor spanked ass. 

With Ransom, the spanking methods can vary depending on how disappointed he is because it takes a lot to pull a punishment out of him. 

But once he snaps...

He has this very special little thing that he does that Bunny hates.

Cockwarming after rough p-in-v.

The girl whines from how sensitive she is each time he shifts his body weight or a vein in his cock pulsates.

"Well, too bad you deserve it, huh Bunny?"

Her walls are so worked up and overstimulated. 

But Ransom calmly goes about reading a book or watching TV as he holds her form tight against his chest by wrapping one of his strong arms around her body.

Makes sure Bunny cannot walk by the time he's done.

Carries her bridal style.

Ransom prefers to take a warm shower together where he caresses and worships every part of her body with her back against his chest.

So much praise and sweet nothings in her ear from behind. 

Bunny feels like the most loved and protected little girl by the time he's done.

Definitely makes up for whatever plushies or crayons that got harmed. 

Always has snacks ready for her to enjoy as they just relax under the warm blankets after the shower, naked bodies tangled. 

Lets her choose what movie to watch or how to spend the rest of the day.

Head pats. 

Jensen: 

Sees Bunny as a little Princess that must be protected and spoiled rotten so he's the most lenient Daddy. 

Hates to punish her and make her cry just as much as she hates it. 

Spankies are milder as compared to the others. 

Sometimes he makes her wear nappies as punishment which humiliates her so much. 

"If you're acting like such a baby then you should be treated like one, huh Bunny?" 

Constantly pokes it and asks questions about it.

Encourages the other Daddies to do the same.

Then she has to tell them why. 

Jensen is definitely the most ddlg Daddy vibes.

Corner time to let Bunny think about her actions. 

Makes her write so many lines that she swears to herself that she will never misbehave again everytime. 

Being the tech expert that he is, Jensen doesn't take her gadgets away. 

He takes the whole damn internet away so even sneaking someone else's phone or iPad would be basically useless. 

Attention deprivation.

It brings her to tears when sweet Daddy Jensen refuses to acknowledge her existence. 

Bunny has to do a little apology presentation on her pink little dice at the end in front of all Daddies with nothing but a Bunny tail on where she reflects on her mistakes and apologizes for them in a responsible way. 

But it gets so hard to do that when Daddy Jensen keeps messing with the bullet vibrator inside her.

And at the end, Bunny is just a confused little weepy baby since Jensen and the other Daddies fluster her already embarrassed form by asking all kinds of questions about the points and words in her apology. 

In the end she helplessly admits that she's just a dumb little Bunny who cannot do anything right without her Daddies.

Which is basically her learning her place. 

Lets Bunny hide in his chest for as long as she needs, rocking them back and forth as she calms down.

Even if the punishment was in front of the other Daddies, the after care is more private because Bunny is too sensitive for too much attention all at once sometimes. 

Absolutely pampers her.

Bathes or showers can vary according to what Bunny wants.

Jensen is a pleasure Daddy and he loves to worship and spoil Bunny.

Honestly, if only she behaves right, Bunny can get him to do or allow her to do anything at all.

Lots of praise shopping after she's been safely put into a cute outfit or onesie.

A whole stuffie fort awaits them on his bed when she exits the bathroom after Jensen is done cleaning her up.

Puts on cartoons.

Spoons her as she holds onto her teddy of choice.

Chocolates and juice.

The next few days are full of constant reassurance, embraces and praise. 

Carries her around the house and basically anywhere on his back.

Everything has to be served to his Bunny in her Princess cutlery and cups.

Whatever she asks for, it's hers. 

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[littlelioncub43]

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[sosa2imagines]

Broken Hearts. Part 7

Warnings- Slight smut, fluff, revelations, planning.

The setting of the room was enveloped in a soft, intimate glow, its corners bathed in gentle candlelight. Lloyd's touch on your body stirred a heady mix of desire and tenderness. His kisses slow and lingering, sent tremors of pleasure through you. The air around you was heavy with passion, as you lost yourself in the ecstasy of the moment.

Time seemed to stand still, each movement and touch creating a symphony of pleasure that echoed through your being. It was as if you were caught in a dream, where reality blurred and all that mattered was the intense connection between you and Lloyd.

“Lloyd” you moan against his lips, your body shudders through your orgasm and you hold tight onto him… “Please.” “I know” he kisses you deeply “Sugar, just give me one more”

Just as you were about to reach the peak of ecstasy, a jarring ringing echoed through the room, jolting you back to reality. Your eyes snapped open, the dreamlike state shattered by the harsh sound of your alarm.

You groaned in frustration, the interruption leaving you on the edge of both physical and emotional release. The intensity of your dream lingered, leaving you craving for the sensations that had been so vividly experienced just moments before.

After kissing Lloyd last night before things go further, the persistent ringing of Lloyd's phone shattered the moment. Again, and another, his attempts to ignore it grew futile, and your irritation rose as the interruption continued.

Finally, at the sixth call, you got annoyed and it spoiled the mood for you both. So, you went to bed alone, and he went to attend business, which is why you ended up having a wet dream.

You were in the kitchen, searching for any sign of Lloyd, when a soft, warm voice called out from behind you. “Sugar.” Startled, you turned around to find Lloyd smiling at you, holding a tray laden with breakfast.

Fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, freshly toasted bread, and a steaming cup of coffee. “I thought you might be hungry,” he said, a hint of affection in his eyes.

He placed the tray on the kitchen counter, gesturing toward a chair. “Sit.” he commanded gently, his tone a mixture of care and affection. You took a seat, still slightly surprised by the unexpected breakfast spread before you.

As you looked up at him, he poured a cup of coffee and handed it to you with a smile. “Bon Appétit,” he murmured, watching as you took a sip, the rich aroma awakening your senses.

As you sat there, enjoying the breakfast that Lloyd had graciously prepared, a stark contrast between him and Steve settled in your mind. Steve had never bothered to do anything like this, not even a small gesture to show that he cared.

With Lloyd, however, the simple act of making breakfast and brewing coffee held an immense weight. It was a testament to his attentiveness, care, and affection for you.

As you savored a forkful of scrambled eggs, you looked up at Lloyd, gratitude and a hint of affection in your eyes. “Thank you for this. Nobody's ever made me breakfast before,” you admitted with a soft smile.

He chuckled softly, the corners of his lips curling up into a warm grin. “Well, you deserve it, Sugar.” he said, the endearment rolling off his tongue naturally.

The two of you continued to chat, the conversation flowing effortlessly, filled with light-hearted banter and shared laughter.

After finishing breakfast and getting ready, you and Lloyd headed towards his office. The walk was filled with comfortable silence, occasionally punctuated by light-hearted conversation.

Upon arriving, you noticed Nick and Jake already waiting outside. Lloyd gave them a nod as you approached, and they returned the greeting.

“Everything alright?” Nick inquired, his gaze flickering between you and Lloyd. Lloyd nodded, his hand gently resting on the small of your back as he ushered you into the office.

The office was bathed in soft artificial light, and the familiar surroundings brought a sense of comfort.

Lloyd took his seat behind his desk, gesturing for you to take a seat on the chair across from him. Nick and Jake leaned against the wall, their watchful gazes fixed on the two of you. Lloyd began, “Alright, let's get down to business.” His tone was serious, but there was a hint of determination in his eyes.

Ari's voice interrupted the silence, his words breaking the tension in the room. “We have good news and bad news...” he said, his expression holding a mixture of hope and concern. You and Lloyd listened intently, waiting for further explanation.

Andy spoke up, a small smile playing on his lips. ��The good news is that, Steve signed the papers.” A wave of relief washed over you, the knowledge that your plan had worked easing some of your tension. “He realized he didn't have any other choice since we managed to capture his confession on our hidden camera.” Ari added, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Jake chipped in, his tone serious. “We located the video... but there's some bad news.” You tensed up, and Lloyd furrowed his brow in concern. “Steve doesn't have any copies,” Jake continued, “but we can't be certain if James Barnes has another copy.”

The room fell silent as the implications of this revelation sunk in.

Nick's voice broke the stillness, his words carrying a hint of unease. “That's not all,” he added, his expression troubled. “We still don't know the extent of James Barnes involvement in all of this.” The room grew even quieter as the weight of Nick's statement settled on everyone present.

Lloyd leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming absently on the desk. “We'll need to get to the bottom of this,” he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. He turned his gaze towards you, his eyes filled with determination. “We won't rest until we know the truth,” he reassured you, his words laced with resolution.

Ari, his expression grave, added further revelations. “But that's not all,” he said, pausing, “Jake went through Steve's call records, and it seems Steve has been video calling James Barnes... a lot. In fact, this started even before you got married.”

Your heart sank, the extent of Steve's deception slowly unfolding before you.

Lloyd's grip on his pen tightened, anger evident in his eyes as he absorbed the information. He glanced over at you, concerned for your well-being. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

Your voice trembled slightly as you spoke, the realization of the situation settling heavily on your chest. “He... he must be missing him or something?” you said, the words catching in your throat. “I never saw him video call James...” There was a hint of disbelief in your tone, as if you were trying to rationalize Steve's actions, although a part of you knew it was far from innocent.

The room fell silent for a moment, the reality of your words hanging in the air.

Lloyd could see the pain and hurt etched on your face, and he longed to be able to soothe your worries. He reached out and placed his hand over yours, offering silent support.

Lloyd's voice echoed through the room, laced with determination and anger. “That's enough,” he said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. “To hell with them. We'll show them what we can do.” A steely resolve filled his eyes, and he fixed his gaze on the others, a silent agreement passing between them.

You were about to speak, but Lloyd's voice cut through, his words taking you by surprise. “No buts, Sugar,” he said firmly. “I've booked a spa appointment for you, complete with a manicure and pedicure shit. You're going to relax and pamper yourself for a while.” His tone left no room for argument, and you could see the stubbornness in his eyes.

The others smiled, clearly amused by Lloyd's bossy display. Nick chuckled softly. “Looks like Mr. Bossy is in charge now,” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

Lloyd shot Nick a glare, although his eyes betrayed a hint of amusement. “Shut it, Nick!” he retorted, though his tone lacked any real annoyance. He then turned his gaze back to you, his expression softening. “Go get ready, Sugar. We'll handle things here.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Lloyd's glare stopped you in your tracks. His eyes held a look of determination and stubbornness, leaving no room for argument. With a resigned sigh, you closed your mouth, knowing that arguing would be futile.

“Fine,” you muttered quietly, relenting to his bossy demeanor.

As you sat in the cozy and peaceful ambience of the spa, surrounded by the soothing scents and soothing atmosphere, you couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude towards Lloyd.

His insistence on taking you to the spa had initially annoyed you, but now, enveloped in the calmness of the place, you realized he had been right. The soothing music and the gentle touch of the spa therapist working on your hands and feet left you blissfully relaxed. Perhaps Lloyd knew you better than you gave him credit for.

As you exited the spa, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, you spotted Lloyd leaning against his car, a smile on his face. He pushed off the car and approached you, his eyes gleaming with appreciation. “How was it, Sugar?” he inquired.

You returned his smile, grateful for his insistence on this self-care session. “It was great,” you admitted, feeling the tension that had been weighing on you seem to melt away. “Just what I needed, thanks to you.”

Lloyd chuckled softly, pleased that he had made the right call. “I knew it was perfect for you,” he said, opening the passenger door for you. “Now get in. We are going to party, just us four.”

“What about Ari?” You could sense Lloyd getting jealous with the mention of Ari, “He is busy with something!” Lloyd tells in a cold voice, making you giggle.

As you were about to enter the car, something caught your eye, freezing you in your tracks. A sense of unease washed over you, and Lloyd immediately noticed your reaction. “What's wrong?” he asked, concern etched on his face as he gently placed a hand on your shoulder.

You shifted slightly to get a better look, and anger flared within you as you laid eyes on the person in question. “That fucker!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with a mix of hatred and frustration. Lloyd's grip on your hand tightened, sensing your distress. “Who is it?” he asked, his own body tensing up.

Your voice was filled with a mix of anger and distress. “It's Bucky Barnes,” you muttered, your eyes darting around nervously, trying to pinpoint his location. “I swear I saw him.”

Lloyd quickly followed your gaze, searching for any sign of Bucky, but came up empty-handed. “I don't see him anywhere,” he said, his brow furrowed in concern.

Truth is Lloyd had spot Bucky, but kept his cool, knowing that telling you the truth wouldn't do any good. “Let's go, sugar,” he urged, guiding you gently towards the car.

You scanned the area once more, hoping to catch another glimpse, but ultimately resigned yourself to the fact that you may have imagined it.

As you entered the car, still feeling on-edge, Lloyd stole one last glance in the direction where he last saw Bucky, his expression tense, quickly texting someone.

Part 6- Part 8

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[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2024 Kinktober Masterlist

I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long year. College classes started up again this fall and I'm swamped with work. This is my list for Kinktober this year. I will do my best to keep up but anywho, I hope you enjoy!

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Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst; 👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Deepthroating/Facesitting (Daryl Dixon (Prison Era) x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 2: Semi-Public Sex (Ransom Drysdale x Nurse!Fem!Reader)🔥

Day 3: Knotting (Alpha!Jim Hopper x Assistant!Omega!Fem!Reader)🌙🔥

Day 4: Phone Sex (John Winchester x Hunter!Fem!Reader)🌙🔥

Day 5: Squirting (Obsessive!Perv!Billy Hargrove x Bimbo!Fem!Reader) 🔥

Day 6: Cuckolding (Shy!Jake Jensen x FemmeFatal!Fem!Reader x Franklin Clay) 🌙🔥

Day 7: Biting/Marking (Possessive!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 8: Morning Sex (CACW!Steve Rogers x Avenger!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 9: Praise Kink (Insecure!Geralt of Rivia x Healer!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 10: Mommy Kink (Needy!Johnny Storm (CE) x Mommy!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥👿

Day 11: Caught (Daryl Dixon (Prison Era) x Fem!Reader) 🔥

Day 12: Sex Toys (Lawyer!Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 13: Virginity Kink (Professor!Logan Howlett x Virgin!Mutant!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 14: Shotgunning (Needy!Ransom Drysdale x Nurse!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 15: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Steve Rogers x Princess!Fem!Reader) 🕸️🔥

Day 16: Spanking (Johnny Storm (CE) x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 17: Breeding (Wolf-Hybrid!Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 18: Tittyfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-Sized!X-Men!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 19: Hate Sex (Erik Lehnsherr x X-Men!Fem!Reader) 👿🌙🔥

Day 20: Edging (Young!Logan Howlett (X-Men1) x Professor!Mutant!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 21: Dub-con/Non-con (Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Innocent!Fem!Reader) 🕸️👿🔥

Day 22: Stripping (CEO!Nick Fowler x Stripper!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 23: Anal Sex (Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader) 🕸️👿🔥

Day 24: Pegging (Brat!Wade Wilson x Mean!Dom!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 25: Lactation (Dad!Steve Rogers x Mom!Pregnant!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 26: Age Difference (Older!Daryl Dixon (Alexandria Era) x 20s!Sunshine!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 27: Gagging (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Bimbo!Fem!Reader)

Day 28: DP in One Hole (CEO!Married!Stucky x Assistant!Fem!Reader)

Day 29: Gloryhole (Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader)

Day 30: Panty Raid/Panty Kink (Shy!Perv!Jake Jensen x Slight!Perv!Fem!Reader)

Day 31: Videoing (Camboy!Eddie Munson x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader)

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

the murder at evergreen university

a/n: asdfghjkl I have been writing this since january...... wow. it's never taken me that long to write a story before... also I made a quick student bio about the majority of the people in this story, so if you wanna start off by looking at that, then here is the link ♡

summary:  just a slutty murder mystery

warnings: reader x various CEvans characters (Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Frank Adler, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen), DARK content, noncon, smut, violence, university AU, murder mystery, detective!Ari, family friend!Ari, mma!Curtis (I just couldn't resist), surely extremely inaccurate on all levels (the college stuff, the investigation, everything, but this is just for fun so it's okay. lol I got the frat name from fantasynamegenerators.com hehe), polyamory, kissing, alcohol consumption, crying, drugging, murder, somno, daddy kink, dirty talk, choking, penetrative sex, size kink, vomiting, flashback sequences are written in all cursive

word count: 11.100

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Walking up the steps of the Kappa Zeta Nu building, you pulled your humming ear pods out of your ears and popped them in the jacket pocket where your phone rested. If it hadn’t been for the big Greek letters above and its proximity to the college, the fraternity house could almost fool someone into thinking it was just any other regular suburban home. 

Giving the front door a rhythmic knock, it quickly swung open to reveal a scruffy-looking mathematics major, still groggy from sleep. 

“Morning Frank,” you couldn’t help but notice the spark in his eye that your presence generated. 

“Angel,” your nickname sounded so good on his sleepy lips, making you smile as he gave you a quick glance up and down, “how do you look like that this early in the morning?” 

Walking past him, further into the house, you chuckled, “8:30 is not that early.”

“Um, on a Saturday it is.” 

Thanks to the open floor plan, you quickly caught sight of Jake sitting by the kitchen island, scarfing down a bowl of cereal. 

“Hey!” the blonde smiled, mouth still full of his breakfast, “I’m guessing by the gorgeous look on your face that you made it through last night?”

“Yep,” you exhaled, thinking back on the major cram session you had to power through in order to meet the paper’s deadline. The lengthy assignment for your cognitive psychology class had been so extensive that it probably hadn’t been that smart of you to keep procrastinating it the way that you had, but somehow you got it done, “turned it in just in time.” 

“Atta girl,” the computer whiz reached over the counter to give you a high five, “I knew you could do it!”

“Speaking of yesterday,” yours and Jake’s fingers lingered a moment before parting ways, “how’s our boy doing? Did he make it through last night?”

Appearing behind you, still sweaty and panting from his morning run, Steve answered your question, evidently catching the tail end of the conversation just as he came in through the door, “Curtis is doing just fine,” he leaned against one of the counters, catching his breath, “better than fine actually, he won.” 

“He did?” a bright smile bloomed on your face, “man, I wish I could have been there…” you were usually so strict about being there for important things, such as Curtis’ occasional MMA fights, but because of your procrastinated schoolwork, you hadn’t been able to tag along. “It’s all Lloyd’s fault, you know. He did the whole oh yeah, we can have a little study date, get that paper done, no sweat, and then distracted me, leaving me with all of the work to get through yesterday.”  

“You wanna turn the faucets on down here, give his shower an icy turn as revenge?” Jake suggested, fiddling with his spoon playfully. 

“Nah, I’ll just give him the cold shoulder for a bit,” you settled your forearms against the countertop, unintentionally giving the guys a better view down your top, “he hates it when I ignore him.”

“He sure does,” Jakes drawled, nearly dropping his utensil into the milky bowl as he unabashedly stared down your cleavage. 

Biting your bottom lip a second, you returned to the matter at hand, “is he up yet?”

“Curtis?” Steve clarified, opening the fridge and plucking out a cold bottle of water. 

“Yeah.”

“Nope,” Frank shook his head behind you, “he’s still sleeping.”

Only pushing yourself halfway up, you asked “can I go see him?” slightly taking the others by surprise. 

“When have you even needed permission to go barge into his room?” Frank questioned.

“I don’t know…” you muttered, glancing down at the speckled pattern of the counter's surface, “maybe he’s got company or something…”

“Angel,” Steve leaned over the opposite side of the table, craning his neck so that he could catch your timid eyes, “he is not gonna go pick up some random girl just because you miss one of his fights.”

Bowing your head, you opted not to answer, instead just attempted to shake the doubt off you entirely. 

In a bouncy rocking motion, you straitened back up and moved towards the stairs, two of the guys tagging along as they too needed to head upstairs. 

“So,” you glanced over your shoulder at Frank and Steve, “how’s Ransom settling in?”

“The new guy?” Steve spoke, “fine, I think. I don’t know, I don’t speak trust fund kid, so how would I know.”

“I don’t think he’s that bad… Shouldn’t we at least try to include him in our little group? It just seems kinda mean not to since we’re so tight and you all live with him,” reaching the top of the stairs, you heard, from the bathroom directly in front of you, the trickling clues of Lloyd’s luxurious shower, and briefly glanced down at the far end of the hall where the new guy’s closed door was, his vast room mirroring Steve’s at the opposite side, though his was much more secluded from the rest, being closed in by the injection of both the broad staircase and the bathroom before the cluster of rooms came. “Like you said, you don’t know him yet, he might be super sweet and just takes a bit of time to warm up to people.”

“Maybe,” was all Frank cagily, not giving it any more thought. 

Coming to a stop in front of Curtis’ door, you slowly creaked it open, revealing the sleeping display of a bruised buzzcut, still lightly snoring on his back.

“Jesus christ,” you breathed and leaned your shoulder against the doorframe, taking in the beaten form of your friend, “you sure he won?” you asked the men still lingering a second longer, peeking over your shoulder into the room.

“Yeah, you don’t wanna see the other guy,” Frank gave your behind a quick tap before ducking into his own room. 

Turning your head to look at Steve, himself leisurely making his way down towards the room at the end of the hall, “you sure he’s fine?” 

Stopping in his step, he offered you an earnest glance, “he’s fine, Y/n. Go wake him up.”

After shutting the door behind you, you peeled off your jacket and let it drop down onto the desk chair you passed on your way towards the small mattress. Kicking off your shoes, you climbed the twin bed, kneeling beside your resting friend.

“Wake up,” you sang, dipping your smile down low to rouse Curtis. Receiving a less than lively reaction, only getting a soft inhale of breath as an indication that he’d woken, you tried again, swinging one of your legs over his form to straddle his hips, “hey, tough guy,” you felt his palms slide up the curve of your ass and come to rest around your waist, “you alive?”

Just barely fluttering his bruised eyelids open, a bright smile bloomed on his lips, “hi angel,” he sighed contently at your presence, blinking up at your softly illuminated form as the gentle morning light streamed in through his open window, the family of birds living in the tree just outside aiding in the gentle ambience. 

“A little birdy told me that you won last night,” you let your upper body sink down against his, resting your chin on top of your folded palms, right underneath his chin.

“I did,” you saw as the sting of his various injuries woke him up even further, “although I still would have preferred if my good luck charm had been there instead of doing boring homework.” 

“Oh, please don’t make me feel any worse,” you hid your face in his chest, “I already feel like I have too much making up to do.”

“Oh yeah?” he picked your head up for you to see the sly smirk now adorning his face, “what did you have in mind?”

“I don’t know,” you spoke shyly, feeling your cheeks flush as the position the two of you had found yourself in dawned on you, “I just really wanted to have been there,” and you sat back up, wary of where you placed your hands for support on his beaten frame. 

“Ah,” he waved a reassuring hand, “you’ll be at the next one.”

“Oh, I will,” you grinned promisingly, scooting down to the foot of the bed as you watched him sit up, the duvet falling off his body to relieve the rest of the colourful aftermath, “a simple assignment won’t be able to stop me,” your enthusiasm made him smile through the wince he let out as he got up off the mattress.

Tailing after Curtis as he moved out into the hall and made his way down towards the lavatory, you suggested as you followed him into the bathroom, “we should totally do something to celebrate your win! It’s the weekend, we should do something fun!”

Standing by one of the sinks, Lloyd, fresh out of the shower, didn’t take his eyes off his hair in the reflection as you sauntered in. As Curtis grabbed his toothbrush, he leaned down and whispered cheekily in your ear, “I know a way we can celebrate, just the two of us,” flashing you a glance that caused your breath to get caught in your throat. 

Cutting off your flustered giggle, Lloyd spoke, “there’s supposed to be a party tonight down on the other side of campus. Me and a few of the others were talking about going.” 

“Oh, the one Delta Phi is throwing? Nat’s going to that! Said something this morning about meeting the guy she’s been seeing there.”

“What-, guy?” Lloyd finally ripped his eyes away from the mirror, “what happened to that yoga chick?”

“I don’t know, I think she was moving a little bit too fast for Natasha’s speed,” you spoke of your commitment-phobe of a roommate. Saddling up beside the fighter now brushing his teeth, you said, “so, what do you say?” bumping your hip gently against his as you saw him look back at you in the mirror, “it could be fun.”

Pretending to ponder the proposal, Curtis answered, “if you put on a pretty little dress, then I might be convinced to go,” the foaming toothpaste lightly murmuring his flirting.

“…It’s always the innocent-looking ones you’ve gotta look out for,” Ransom spoke over the loud, bassy music to the moustachioed man next to him on the couch, “and this little charade you’ve all got going on must be a hell of a good time,” he elbowed him suggestively, though didn’t conjure the desired reaction from him, “oh, come on, you can tell me, dude. Just help a brother out with a few details.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Lloyd shrugged with a smirk and took a sip of his beer. 

“What do you mean?”

Huffing out a soft sigh, he answered, “she’s an amazing girl, don’t get me wrong, but she just has a few rules.”

“What, like some bdsm kinda rules?” Ransom’s eyebrows wiggled excitedly. 

“No, man,” he tried not to chuckle at the yearned-for images his inappropriate guess provoked, “back when we met her she-… her heart was fucking broken and there wasn’t a lot of stuff that she wanted to do anymore, that she felt comfortable with, but over time, I guess when she started getting over whomever that fucker was, she began to relax and let us in.”

“So, you’re really saying you haven’t hit that yet?” the prying man furrowed his brows, unmoved by the sob story. 

“None of us have.”

“Then are those stories about you banging her last week just rumours?”

“No, no, well not exactly, we did have fun, trust me,” he chuckled, poking his cheek playfully with his tongue, “but I didn’t exactly bang her.”

“So, let me get this right, you’re all mad for her and she hasn’t given out? To any of you? What, is she still a virgin or something? Waiting for marriage?”

“I don’t think so,” Llyod thought for a moment, “but it kinda wouldn’t surprise me either if she was… I don’t know… it’s kinda complicated, but damn if she isn’t worth it.”

Letting out a low exhale, he shook his head, “I don’t know how you stand it, dude. If she was mine, she wouldn’t be able to walk. Hell, how do you even share someone like her?” 

“Well, I don’t know if she’s mine per se, we all just have fun, you know? Why not share?”

“Hey,” your chipper voice interrupted their lewd convocation as you finally caught sight of them on the dark leather couch in the corner of the party, “there you are,” and immediately grabbed each of their hands in yours, “come on,” you leaned your weight back, ushering them to get up, “we’re doing shots in the kitchen!”

“Seriously, Barnes? Watch where you’re going!” Ransom exclaimed as the host of the party had rowdily bumped into the rich boy on his way through the narrow kitchen, causing the bright pink shot in his hand to spill all down the front of his white sweater, “this is cashmere, dude!” he yelled after Bucky’s quickly disappearing form, clearly not haven noticed the interaction himself over the deafening music and his drunken haze.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, noticing the huge stain now blooming on the man beside you, “are you okay?” the sharp alcohol still stung in your throat causing your words to come out ragged. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he stared down at himself, then over his shoulder in contemplation of whether or not he should run after the guy in pursuit of revenge, “this sweater however is not.”

As your eyes washed over the ivory knit, watching it soak up the colourful cocktail, you thought out loud as an idea struck you, “well, maybe…” and acted quickly, grabbing the man’s hand, “come with me,” you yanked him past the rest of your jovial friends and down the hallway towards the small bathroom.

Catching on to where your head was at, Ransom spoke after crossing the threshold, “Y/n, this is very sweet, but I don’t know if it will work.”

“Just shut up and take it off,” you held out your hand, too blind by your inebriated problem-solving instincts to consider any other outcome.

Gazing back at you a moment, he then chuckled and tugged the sweater over his head with one hand, your eyes widening as he placed the item in your waiting palm, it haven apparently been the only layer he had on.

“Thank you,” you breathed, dumbfounded for a second as you stared at his bare chest, briefly admiring his toned form before shaking it off and spinning around to turn on the sink. Holding the stained material against the slowly trickling cold water, you pressed and pinched the spot gently in an effort to not agitate the delicate fibres. “I swear, I’m always the worst at spilling stuff on myself, I’m like a child, plus the fact that I’m a knitter, so not to promise anything, but I’d say you’re in pretty good hands.”

He didn’t say anything, simply settled in beside you, leaning against the edge of the sink as he watched your face contort in adorable concentration. 

“Oh, dammit…” you gave up after a few minutes of gentle scrubbing. Turning the faucet off, you held the sweater up and looked at the, although lighter, still very much visible pink stain, “well at least it’s a little bit better than before,” you tried, flashing the half-naked man an apologetic look, “maybe if I soak it a bit it’ll get better, but-”

“Hey,” Ransom placed his fingers atop yours still clutching the wool, “it’s fine,” he lowered your hands as he leaned in and closed the gap between you two, his alcoholic breath fanning across your flush cheeks as he uttered a quiet, “thank you,” before unexpectedly pressing a greedy kiss against your lips. 

Feeling his grip tug the sweater out of your hands, you instinctively pressed your palms against his chest for support as the whole move had made your intoxicated body lose its balance. His lips were soft, but his kisses were hungry, determinedly letting it build far faster than you were ready for.

You let out a soft giggle of surprise as he suddenly scooped you up and planted you on the edge of the sink, nestling himself in between your parted thighs, your short dress haven ridden up from the movement.

“So, is this why they all call you angel?” he asked as his heated pecks fluttered down your neck, “because you swoop in and save the day?”

“I don’t know if I do that…” you breathed timidly, the reality of what he was doing just catching up to you now. 

“Oh, but you do. You saved mine,” he smirked, “you’re my hero,” you felt the tickle of his fingers as they snuck further up under your dress, “however can I repay you?” 

“I, um,” you giggled nervously, catching his wrists before they could get any further, pressing your lips against his in an effort to soften the blow as you thought of a gentle way to let him down, “I think that kiss by itself was a pretty good thank you,” you hopped down from the sink even though he made no effort in providing you room to do so.

Enclosing his arms around you as you giggly stumbled further towards the still-ajar door, he uttered, pressing the obvious tent in his pants up against your softness, “but why stop there? I can do a lot better than that if you just give me five more minutes,” but the door conveniently swung open a bit more just as two familiar figures passed it.

“Angel!” Jake, completely blind to the man still clawing at you to stay inside the bathroom, hooked an arm around your waist and yanked you along as he and Frank jovially strolled past, “there you are! It’s almost 11 o'clock, please don’t tell me that you’re bailing on Curtis and truly dooming him to lose to us.”

“I think Curtis would lose to you two in beer pong whether I am on his team or not,” you smiled, thankful of their timing, “you guys are the reigning champions after all.”

“Damn right,” Frank roared, excitedly lifting his fist, “J and F! F and J! Ain’t nothing this duo can’t accomplish.”

“Well, not everything,” you giggled, hooking your arms around their forms as they strolled on either side of you, their arms draped over you in return, “for instance, you’re both terrible cooks.”

“Shut up, angel,” Jake said playfully, “we’re unstoppable and you know it,” he stopped you in your tracks and trapped you against the wall, “say it,” he smirked down at you as Frank, not missing a beat, slipped in as well, enclosing you completely, “say that we’re unstoppable.”

Sucking in a sharp breath, you uttered, “you’re unstoppable,” the sudden proximity awakening memories that made your heart flutter. 

“Good girl,” he purred purposely, and a shiver ran down your spine as you recalled just how hot they both sounded cumming for you, a while back, when they had managed to talk you into playing with them both. 

“You guys are so mean,” you said light-heartedly. 

“Yeah,” Frank scrunched his nose through his warm smile, “but you like it.”

Twirling you around the dancefloor, Lloyd had been the only one in the mood to satisfy your surge of energy when you came pouting, begging the boys to dance with you. Holding you close, his hands roamed as you rocked to the music, causing you to close your eyes and drift away.

“Hey,” a different hand suddenly tapped you on the shoulder and tore you out of your dream, “I need to talk to you a sec.” 

Eyes fluttering open to look back at your redheaded roommate, you gave her a quick, “okay,” before raising yourself up onto your toes to speak into your dance partner’s ear, “hey, I’ll be right back!”

“Okay,” he shouted back over the loud music, “I’ll just go grab a drink, you want any?”

“Please,” you reluctantly let go of his hand and yelled after him as you followed your friend through the swarm of partying people, “a beer, thanks!” 

Rounding the corner to settle into a comparatively quieter nook, you tugged your wild hair behind your ears as you looked back at Natasha, “what’s up?”

Biting her lip, she spoke, “you love me, right?”

“Well, obviously, I’m about to get down on one knee and everything,” you joked, “what is it?”

“Can I have the room tonight?” she asked with a small winch, knowing damn well how frequent this request was. 

“Seriously?” your eyebrows shot up, “again?”

“Please?” she folded her hands dramatically in front of her and begged. 

Letting out a soft sigh, you said slowly, “if you buy me that super good chocolate with the blue wrapper that they sell down on the corner, then-”

“Oh my god,” she cut you off and threw her arms around you, “thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“You’re the worst roommate ever, you know that?” you smiled, patting her back. 

“And you are the best, a true saint! Me and my sex life pray at your altar.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you chuckled, playfully pushing her away, “go on then, get laid.”

Returning to find that Lloyd had settled in with the rest of the guys, taking up all of the clustered couches, you put on your best miserable expression as he handed you your beer, “guys,” you dramatically caught their attention, “I have some really devastating news to tell you…” faking the need to suck in a self-soothing breath before uttering, “tonight, on this very night, I am homeless!”

“Oh no!” they played along, giggling as you pressed the back of your hand up against your forehead. 

“I know! Whatever am I to do? If only some big, strong, handsome boys would let me crash at their frat…”

Clutching onto Curtis’ broad shoulders as he gave you a piggyback ride back to the frat, you all laughed at Jake and Frank’s terrible, lewd rendition of the school’s fight song. If Lloyd had been here, if his stamina hadn’t forced him to stay out and enjoy the night a little longer, he would have probably not only joined in, but led the tune, waking up everyone in the dorms you passed. 

“So,” Ransom smirked as you all tumbled in through the destinated front door, “who will have the pleasure of bunking with you tonight?”

“I, uh,” you giggled as Curtis sat you down, your shoes clutched in your hand, “I don’t know…”

“You can sleep in my room if you want,” Steve offered generously, “I’ll just sleep down here on the couch.”

“Really? Are you sure? Because I can just sleep down here on the couch, it’s fine.”

“No, no,” he waved a hand reassuringly, “you’ve had way more to drink tonight than I have, so you should really take the room closest to the bathroom, just in case.”

Smiling widely, you stumbled over and wrapped your arms around his bulky form, “thank you, Steve,” breathing in his scent as you smooshed your face into his t-shirt, “you’re the best.”

“You wanna borrow a shirt to sleep in?” Curtis asked, reaching out a quick arm to steady you as you lost your balance on your way towards the wide staircase.  

“Oh, yeah,” you offered him a fuzzy smile, both the alcohol and the hour causing your eyelids to feel like they weighed a ton, “that would be great.” 

Getting settled into the comparatively more private bedroom located next to the stairs, the bathroom too separating it from the rest of the doors clustered down the narrow hallway, you lazily changed into the t-shirt Curtis soon handed off to you, tugging it over your dress before sliding your party outfit off underneath the grey cotton, keeping yourself somewhat covered purely because you didn’t wanna end the conversation you and the rest of the boys were trying to wrap up.

“Alright, we should probably let the lady sleep,” Steve spoke, watching closely as every time you blinked, your eyes gradually stayed closed just a little longer, nearly falling asleep against Curtis’ broad shoulder.

“No, no,” you protested, inhaling sharply in an effort to wake up more, “I’m just resting my eyes…”

“Right,” Frank chuckled as they all got up from their comfy seat on the mattress, being too tired to fight it, Curtis gently helped you lay down, tugging the duvet over your curled-up form.

“Hey,” Ransom poked his head into the room as the rest began to filter out, “I thought you might like this,” you were surprised to see him have a small glass of water in his hand for you. Not simply placing it on the bedside table by your head, he kneeled down next to you and held it out, “here,” expecting for you to take it, “I swear, chugging a glass of water helps with the hangover,” sliding his free palm under your head to raise it up.

“Thank you,” you smiled wearily as you slowly accepted it and raised it up towards your lips. 

Noticing that you were only taking a small sip, his fingers found the bottom of the glass and pressed it up further, “all of it,” he tilted it for you to down it all, “or else it doesn’t work.” 

Coughing lightly as you lowed the now empty glass, it left an odd taste in your mouth, though you just summed it up to be the handiwork of some of the strong beverages you had consumed during the night working its way up again. 

“Thanks, Ransom,” you groggily patted his cheek, “you’re so sweet.” 

His eyes flickering over your tired face, smooshed against the pillow, he smirked, “goodnight,” got back up and strolled out past Curtis still lingering in the doorway, arms crossed and watching over you like a guard dog. 

“Night,” you quietly called out after him as you saw his frame disappear towards the furthest room down the hallway. Redirecting your attention back to your friend, you hummed, “go to bed, Curt. You gotta still be super sore from last night.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Oh, so you’re just gonna stand there all night, fall asleep on your feet and act as my sleep paralysis demon for the night?” you joked with half-closed eyes. 

A small laugh bubbled out of him as he finally moved, “sleep well, angel,” he uncrossed his arms and reached out for the doorknob to tug it closed. 

“Goodnight, Curtis,” you snuggled further into the pillow as you felt sleep overtake you like a wave crashing the shore, adding absentmindedly under your breath, “love you.”

“Hmm…” you hazily blinked your heavy lids open, roused by the pinching pressure between your thighs. Looking up at the dimly lit figure, you mumbled fuzzily, “w-what?” unsure if this was real life or a dream as the whole bed spun beneath you and you felt like you were floating. 

“Shh, go back to sleep, angel,” Ransom’s grunt pierced your ears as his palm pressed over the bottom half of your face, silencing any words you might speak, “It’s alright, daddy’s got you,” a shy cry vibrated against his hand as you felt him rock against you, finally noticing fully the unexpected sensation of his thick girth stretching you out, “just be a good girl and lay right there, let me have a little slice of heaven.”

Keeping your exhausted legs spread wide apart, his determined hips acting as a door stop, he moaned quietly, “fuck, it really did do the trick,” he looked down at your dazed form, awake enough to be present for him, but unknowingly sedated enough for you not to fight back, “almost a shame you won’t be able to remember any of this in the morning,” he slid his hand down to squeeze your throat, pinching your rapid pulse and making the world even more blurry, “look at you, fucking out like a perfect little doll. You wanna be doll, huh? My own personal little fucktoy?”

Fighting to keep your eyes open, your whole body rocked at his movements as he frantically picked up his pace, selfishly pounding into you, melting on top of you and pressing your sedated body further into the bed. 

“You know, I barely needed to touch you a second before you soaked my fingers, you clearly want this as much as I do,” he tightened his grip on your throat, “you need this, you need me,” stifled moans flowed from his lips as he unmercifully pounded into you, scratching his own vile itch, “poor you, none of your boyfriends ever touch you properly. That’s just what you need, isn’t it?” he mocked as your fluttering cunt tried to squeeze him out, expelling him from your body, “you just need your tight little pussy to be stretched out? Just need some good dick? Don’t worry, angel,” you vaguely felt his tongue flicker against your slightly numbed skin, “as long as I am here to help, I’ll keep your pussy sore, keep it filled up,” you just managed to catch him growl before you lost the forlorn battle and your body dozed off again. 

Waking up with a low groan, you quickly sprung up, feeling the contents of your stomach fighting their way out. With no time to entertain the surprising presents of Curtis already curled up at the foot of the mattress, you bolted out of bed and ran out the door, thankful for the close proximity to the bathroom as you soon found yourself kneeling in front of the toilet, regretting every sip you had indulged in as they burned your entire chest on their way out again. 

Feeling as your loose hair suddenly got picked up and gently held back, you heard the warm rumble of Curtis’ voice as he said, “wow, okay, alright,” his large palm found your spine, soothingly caressing it as you hurled your guts out, “it’s alright, angel. Just get it all out.”

“Urgh,” you groaned, clutching the cold porcelain as you spat out the fowl tang, “I am never drinking again,” keeping your head over the bowl till you were sure you had gotten it all out. With a heavy sigh, you slumped back, colliding softly with the mass of your friend. 

“You okay?” he asked, lightly running his hands over your goosebump-ridden form. 

“I think so,” you blinked up into his steely eyes, the reddened look to them flying over your exhausted head, “at least I made it to the bathroom this time,” you tried to joke with a half-hearted smile. 

Letting your body weakly droop down, sighing in relief as you felt the cold tile hug your form, you heard Curtis notice, “no, no, you can’t fall asleep out here,” feeling his fingers already slide beneath your body. 

“But it’s so comfortable,” you let out a small winch as he scooped you up into his arms, your frame draping over his strong limbs, and a dull pain stung your core. “Hey, what date is it?” you suddenly asked, trying to make sense of the uncomfortable tingle.

“I-, uh, why?” he thought, carrying you back into Steve’s room, your eyes noticing the other doors down the dark hallway were all open wide, even though it was the middle of the night. 

“No reason, I just think I might be getting my period or something…”

“Miss Y/l/n?” a voice called, though you were a million miles away, “Miss Y/l/n?” 

“Huh?” you blinked, shaking your head slightly as you unsteadily glanced up at the figure, “sorry, yes,” you reluctantly let go of your friend’s hand and rose from the seat you had been waiting in. 

“You’re gonna be fine,” Curtis gave your hand one last squeeze, “I’ll wait right here for when you’re done, okay?” 

He and the other guys hadn’t let you out of their sight since the terrifying news had spread like wildfire yesterday morning and rocked the entire campus to its core. 

“Okay,” you nodded weakly, not truly present as you followed the stranger inside. 

Pulling out a chair at the cold table, you sat down and averted your gaze from the walls of the bare conference room provided by the school for the law enforcements to use for their investigation. 

“The detective will be right in, you just sit tight,” the figure spoke before they closed the door behind them, leaving you alone in the makeshift interrogation room. 

You didn’t know how long you were in there, maybe a minute, maybe ten, but soon you heard the door creak open once more and a voice, long forgotten, found your ears, “hello, I’m detective Levinson, I will be conducting this-”

“Ari?” you blinked up at your elder childhood friend in amazement, the nauseating feeling of grief momentarily washing away at his unexpected presence as he sat down opposite to you, “what are you doing here?” your eyes drifted over his informal suit, the jacket missing and the sleeves sloppily rolled up passed his burly forearms, “and when did you stop being a beat cop?” 

“Uh,” he blinked, a solemn expression washing over his stern face, softening it significantly, “around a year ago,” he then sighed deeply and said, “I really hoped there had just been another Y/n Y/l/n here at this school…”

Effectively bringing you back down to earth, “oh, yeah… will this be a problem? Can you not do this if you already know me?”

“No, no, it’s not that. I just-,” his head tilted gently to the side, “this isn’t something I ever wanted you to go through.” 

Sucking in a sharp breath, you nodded shyly, “yeah, well, I am.”

Looking over you a moment, taking in the small changes you had adapted in the years since you had last seen each other, he offered a genuine, “I’m sorry,” and attempted to catch your weary gaze. 

“It’s not your fault,” you glanced down at your hands as your fingers once again began to dig nervously into your skin, leaving angry little half-crescent marks in its wake, “you’re not the one running around murdering students,” you awkwardly attempted to joke.  

Exhaling lowly, he then opened the file in front of him and laid out a small tape recorder in the middle of the table, “are you ready to begin?” 

“Yeah.”

Pressing on one of the side buttons on the recorder, Ari then announced methodically, “can you please state your name for the record?” 

“Y/n Y/l/n.” 

“And for the record, are you speaking to me voluntarily?”

“I am.”

Glancing over the open folder sprawled out in front of him, he asked, “what was your relationship with the victim?” 

“Ransom, he-, um… he was a friend. I honestly didn’t really know him for too long, but he lived with some of my best friends, so it just seemed pretty natural for him to also become a part of our little group, if you’d call it that.” 

“And you last saw Mr Drysdale when?” 

“At the party Saturday night. I crashed at their flat after that, so it was probably early Sunday morning that I saw him last, when he was on his way to bed, I think.” 

“Did anything happen to him that night? Anything unusual? His behaviour? Someone he interacted with? Anything you can think of that stands out?” 

“Uhm,” you thought back, remembering the heated kiss you had shared in the bathroom, though looking back into Ari’s studying eyes, you couldn’t help but lie and say, “no, I don’t think so. It was just a party, you know,” the thought of telling your childhood crush that you drunkenly made out with a guy sent your stomach turning, crushing the truth before it could crawl out. 

“Alright,” he nodded, “well, if you do remember anything, please reach out, we’re running the bulk of the investigation from here, so you know where I’ll be.”

“Still have your number,” you forced an awkward laugh.

“Right,” he sucked in a breath and averted his piercing gaze, “so, uhm, I don’t think I have anything else to ask you right now. Thank you for your cooperation with the investigation.”

“Of course,” you watched as his fingers wrap around the tape recorder, clicking the protruding button and making it stop, “it-, um,” you felt a shiver run down your spine as his eyes fell upon you once more, making the polite words seem that much harder to muster, “it really is good to see you again. Nice to see that you’re doing good,” then added jokingly, “that your mom still hasn’t talked you into cutting your hair,” a sincere smile tickled your lips at the mention of the warm woman living next door to your own parents. 

Even though it was clearly forced, your words still conjured a genuine reaction from the guy who used to babysit you, “yeah, no, you know she’s never winning that battle,” he chuckled, shaking his head lightly, “it’s, uh, it’s great to see you as well. You-, um… yeah…” he dropped whatever compliment was on the tip of his tongue and averted his gaze, “I don’t wanna keep you any longer, you can go, you probably have classes to get to.”  

“I actually don’t,” you informed him, though still slowly got up from your seat, “our professors have given us all some time off to-, uh, you know…”

“Yeah…” he nodded understandingly, his vision following your form as you made your way towards the door. 

Pausing just before your fingertips grazed the doorknob, you looked back, timidly chewing on your bottom lip, “hey, Ari?” 

“Yes?” he responded quickly, clearly still completely captivated. 

Finding it difficult to even breathe properly in his presence, especially when those soulful eyes were locked upon yours, you found that your words crumbled before they even got to see the light of day, “I-, um…” then hastily scrambled your brain for a makeshift, “good luck.”

Breathing out a soft smile as he watched you nervously fiddle with the door handle, he said, “thanks, Y/n.” 

It had been Monday morning that a garbage man had found Ransom’s body in a dumpster on the far side of campus. Even though they had tried to contain the news, it still spread like a wildfire, and come lunch that day, it was the only thing any student could talk about. 

The frat quickly got sealed off as an active crime scene as it had been the last place witnesses had seen him alive, forcing the rest of the guys to temporarily bunk up with friends in their dorms. You felt a bit ashamed about the immense relief you felt at that small detail, the comfort of having each one of them fight over who got to stay with you being something you welcomed with open arms. In the end, it was both Curtis and Steve who stayed with you, Natasha giving you the room and staying with her newfound beau in the meantime, giving you the entire space for a while.  

The guys had always been protective of you, but it almost seemed to have grown over the past few gloomy days. Not a second passed by where at least one of them wasn’t at your side, holding you as you cried, walking with you through the crowded campus or just keeping you company, making sure you weren’t alone. You just added it up to be their version of freaking out and buying into the whole conspiracy that it hadn’t been a drug deal gone wrong as so many had assumed of the recently deceased playboy with a penchant for illicit substances, but actually someone on campus, a stone-cold killer masking as just the person next to you in your lit class. 

“Why don’t you go ask him?” 

“Me?” your brows furrowed in Lloyd’s direction, “why me? If you wanna know so bad, why don’t you just go ask him yourself?”

Chiming in, Jake tilted his head, “well, you did say you know the guy.” 

Exhaling lowly, you averted your gaze, your crossed arms tightening over your chest, “yeah, you could certainly say that…”

“So just go, bat your eyelashes at him for a bit and figure out how much he knows,” Lloyd tried to persuade you, though even his ever-present cocky charm couldn’t sway you this time.

Previously assuming that the whole conversation had just gone over Curtis’ head, as he had just quickly sat beside you and stared out the window, he suddenly perked up, “we just-…” he struggled to vocalise, “if it really is someone here on campus… just the thought you sitting in class with them or-, fuck, anything, it just-…” like a magnet, your fingers naturally found his own in a comforting squeeze, “angel, we just wanna keep you safe and the thought of someone like that running around terrorising the school-… just please go figure out if he has a suspect yet. See if he has got any leads.”

From the moment you had said goodbye to the familiar detective, shame about not telling him the whole truth had nearly eaten you alive. You had lied to not only a person you had known your whole life, but also a law enforcer. It was insufferable, like a snowball rolling down a hill and growing bigger and bigger with each accumulated snowflake. 

“Fine,” you cracked, the shameful storm inside your body becoming too much to bear, “I’ll do it.”

“Knock, knock,” you said with a small smile as you pushed the ajar door open completely. 

“Y/n,” Ari’s spine straightened in surprise, his eyes no longer glued to the computer screen before him, “what are you doing here?”

“Thought you might be hungry,” you held up your alibi for coming in the form of a takeout bag, “it’s from this little Indian place downtown,” you shut the door behind you before plopping the crinkly bag down on the table, the warm light from the desk lamp illuminating the brimming containers of curry stacked inside, “you like Indian, right?”

“I-, I do,” he said, still taken aback by the kind gesture, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Thought it was the least I could do as a thanks for what you’re doing,” you waved a hand in the direction of the cluttered corkboard on the wall. 

“It’s just my job, you don’t need to thank me,” he said modestly, leaning back in his chair and lending you to spot the silver pen his fingers fiddled with. 

Lowering your gaze to stare at your shoes, you exhaled, “right…”

“So, um,” he filled out the awkward silence, “was there anything else you needed?”

“Oh, sorry,” you mumbled, keeping your eyes averted, “you’re obviously super busy and here I am just barging in,” your vision finally flickered up to lock with his, already steadfast on you, “I just, uh…” your breaths became more jagged as his sky-like eyes captivated your own, “there was actually something else I wanted to talk to you about, something I wanted to tell you.”

“Alright…” he nodded, listening intently. 

Blowing out a shaky breath, you revealed, “I lied, something did happen that night.”

“Okay,” his brows furrowed, though not as much as you had feared, “what was it?” your anxious brain haven already thought of a million different dramatic punishments he could penalise you with.

“I, uh…” you squeezed your eyes shut nervously, “I kissed him,” your pained voice rushed to force out, “at that party. It was in the bathroom and almost became something else, but, um yeah… we kissed… me and Ransom…” you peaked just one of your eyes open, your tense shoulders nearly pressing against your ears at this point, “I’m really sorry, I just felt like couldn’t tell you something like that, not you. I won’t be arrested for hiding this information, will I?”

“No, no,” Ari quickly rose from his seat, “Y/n, you’re okay,” he stepped closer to you as he attempted to calm your uncalled-for panic, “you won’t be arrested.”

“Oh,” you breathed, “good,” feeling your shoulders begin to drop back down again, “you know how my mind tends to freak out.”

“Yeah,” he nodded softly, “I do…” his words genuine as memories conjured the whisper of a smile to appear upon his lips, “thank you for telling me.”

Awkwardly, you flashed him a tight-lipped smile, grateful that uncomfortable moment had passed, you recalled the other reason for why you had come, “so…”

“So…” he echoed.

“Do you have any leads, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“That’s classified information, you know I can’t tell you that.”

“I know…” you averted your gaze and scrabbled your brain for what you could do or say to get him to tell you, “it’s just, I’m so scared all the time. The school was always a place that made me feel safe, till now…” although your intentions behind those words weren’t completely truthful, the statement wasn’t that far off, “it was just worth a try asking you.”

Holding your gaze, you could almost see his heartstrings get tugged as his brows quivered in compassion, “I-… I do have something. If you didn’t know, we just finished sweeping the victim’s living quarters, so if they haven’t already been notified, your friends should be able to move back in by tomorrow, but we also found something, not there, but in proximity to the dump site, there was a knife with traces of the victim’s blood on it. It’s in the lab right now as we speak, trying to decipher if there are any identifiable prints on it.” 

“Oh my god…” you felt goosebumps sting at every inch of your skin. 

“You haven’t heard any details about what state his body was found in, have you?” 

“No…” both from avoiding the papers and keeping to your dorm, you might be the only student on campus not aware of how your late friend had died, “he was stabbed?”

“That was decisively what killed him, yeah, but he was brutally beaten before that.”

“Holy shit, that’s-…” you shuttered, your eyes just now noticing the nauseating photos pinned on the board beside you, “fuck… I don’t know how you do this all day, deal with these kinds of things.” 

“It gets easier over time,” he shared, his worried eyes scanning your face a moment before apprehensively uttering, “this might be a really stupid question, but how are you holding up?”

“I-…” you toyed with the thought of lying to him yet again, but then opted to share the truth, “I am not doing so good, to be honest. I could probably count the number of hours I’ve slept in the last few days on one hand, or so I’ve been told. I don’t think it feels like I’ve slept at all, but apparently I have, just a little bit.”

Sucking in a pained breath, he murmured, “I’m sorry. I can help find someone you can talk to, if you want.”

“No, it’s alright,” his kind offer made it easier for you to look away from the horror plastered all over the office walls, “I mean, I’m not alone, that fact has become crystal clear throughout all of this.”

“Yeah, I kinda pieced that together,” he spoke in a much different manner than before, causing your brows to crinkle, “I conducted all the other interviews. It’s nice that you’ve made friends, making the most out of your college experience,” he said in a tone, almost reminiscent of jealousy.  

Averting your eyes, memories you so desperately tried to keep at bay pried their way in and snuffed out the fuming flicker his resentment had ignited, “hey Ari?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you know?” you asked wearily. 

“Know what?”

“Did you know all of those years, growing up together?” you lifted your vision once more as he offered you a questioning hum, “did you know that I was in love with you?”

Taken aback, it took a bit before he managed to answer, “no, I didn’t.”

“Why didn’t you ever call me? You just left.” 

“I was getting married, Y/n. What was I supposed to do?” 

“Not fuck the girl you used to babysit,” you shot back coldly, “what even was I to you?”

“I-… I don’t know,” his frustrated words came out breathy, “do you think I planned for any of that to have happened? To sleep with you of all people? I didn’t. But when I came home that summer and saw you again, saw who you had become, I don’t know, everything just changed, you changed. I fully thought that you’d to still be that same little annoying brat you used to be, but you really weren’t. I didn’t expect it to happen, I didn’t expect you to suddenly do something like that to me, have that kind of power over me!”

“So, you just decided to break my heart instead? I was mad for you, for as long as I could remember. That summer was the happiest I’d ever been and then you just up and left in the middle of the night without a word. Did you even think to imagine what it was like for me to run around that morning looking for you and instead finding an invitation for your wedding? I had to hear from your fucking parents that you had just come home to prepare things before the big day. You hadn’t even mentioned to me once that you were engaged, or even as much as just in a relationship. Was any of it even real to you or was I just your last bit of fun before you got tied down?”

“It was, Y/n,” he insisted sincerely, “it was the realest thing I’ve ever felt.”

“Then why did you go without as much as a goodbye? You know how much that broke me?”

“Yeah, well you seem to be doing just fine now,” he said pettily. 

“Excuse me? You don’t get to say something like that to me. You were the one who broke my heart, you don’t get to judge how I glued it back together. Just go back home to your wife, why don’t you.”

Suddenly looking back at you in confusion, Ari then illuminated carefully, “Y/n, I’m not married.”

“What?” you blinked. 

“I mean, I know you weren’t there that day, but I thought my mom at least had told you,” the gears turning inside of him were nearly visible to the naked eye, “I couldn’t go through with it.”

“What? Why?”

Biting his tongue as he held your eye, he then exhaled, “because I didn’t think I should get married if I was in love with someone else.”

Sucking in a stunned breath, you saw tears cloud your vision, “b-but… you never even called…”

“I know I didn’t,” he concurred heavily, his eyes unable to look away from your glossy ones. Feeling as if you might faint, you saw his woeful vision flicker down towards your lips, “I’m sorry, Y/n.” 

But just as you saw him slowly inch his face closer and closer to yours, a sharp intake of air stung your lungs as you raised a hand up as a barricade, “I can’t…” too scared of history repeating itself, “we can’t…”

Sighing deeply, his eyes traced the tear that rolled down your cheek, “I know…”

You had just been helping the guys move back into the frat. That was all you had been doing. One moment you were all laughing, actually having a normal and pleasant moment for once, and the next, two officers were barging down the door and reading Lloyd his rights. 

You’d nearly lost it completely and Curtis had to hold you back so that you didn’t go scratch one of the officer’s eyes out. The man in the cuffs however took it with style, only trying to break through your hazy to let you know that he would be fine and for the others to take care of you, after all, this wasn’t his first rodeo down to the station, although those times it had only been for petty crimes like bar room brawls and such. 

“But I mean, how did it even happen?��� you thought out loud a while later, the miranda rights still ringing in your ears like a triggering song you just couldn’t get out of your head, “that’s what my mind keeps going back to,” you had finally calmed down after what felt like forever of the guys talking out of marching down to the station to do something, anything to get Lloyd out. Completely powerless, you sat curled up at the end of the couch as words flowed from your exhausted lips, “how could someone like him be killed? He was such a nice guy.” 

Not being able to stand it any longer, Curtis pipped up from the armchair on the other side of the living room, “no, he really wasn’t,” your bolstering words about the deceased being too much for him to take without cracking, “he was a rich creep and everyone knew it,” frustratingly, he gesticulated, “with everything that he did to you, how can you just sit there and say that he was a nice person? The guy drugged you and violated you in your sleep for fuck sake!” 

The room went dead quiet as soon as those words left his lips. 

“…what are you talking about?” your voice no higher than a whisper as you watched your burly friend shrink in regret. “Curtis,” you repeated more sternly this time as he didn’t offer an explanation, “what do you mean? What did you do?” your voice broke as thoughts about if Lloyd’s arrest hadn’t been a misunderstanding after all entered your mind. 

“You can’t tell her,” Frank shot a glare at the fighter, “we had a deal.” 

“Yeah, well that was before Lloyd got fucking arrested!” Jake chimed in, panic shining clear through in his tone, “she’s a part of this, has been since the very beginning. She has a right to know.” 

Finding your wide eyes in the crowd, Curtis asked you wearily, “you really wanna know what happened that night?” hugging your knees tighter to your chest, you gave him a small nod in confirmation, “fine, I’ll tell you.”

…

“Is she okay?” Curtis pushed the ajar door open further to ask, haven, on his way to the bathroom,  caught sight of an out of breath Ransom tugging the covers back over your passed out form. 

The head of the cashmere-clad man snapped up at the sign of company, the sudden alarm that began to bloom on his features was quickly drowned out by his usual arrogant air, “yeah, man,” he shot back defensively, rushing to get out of the room, “she’s fine,” sounding like it had been a completely crazy question to ask. 

Furrowed brow staying put, Curtis uttered slowly, “alright, but I think I’m just gonna check myself, if you don’t mind.”

“I said she’s fine!” Ransom slammed the door shut behind him, prohibiting the man now only inches from him from entering, “just go back to your own room!”

Worry and suspicion only growing at the obvious fibs, Curtis demanded, “what were you doing in there? What did you do?”

“What are you talking about?” he scoffed back. 

“What did you do to her?” Curtis took a looming step closer just as their raised voices began to stir some of the other slumbering residents.

“I didn’t do a thing,” he cockily dared a chuckle, “calm down.”

“I will not fucking calm down,” Curtis barked back before attempting to call to you through the closed door, “angel, you okay?”

Leaning against the wall beside his own room, Jake rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he groaned, “guys, can you not yell in the middle of the night? Some of us are kinda trying to sleep here.”

Frank, as well haven appeared, seemed a little more alert at the sudden commotion in the hallway, “hey, what’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on,” their suspicious friend waved a hand, “Curtis is just being a little bitch and freaking out for no reason,” the ostentatious gesture granted the opposing man an opportunity to slip past and enter the room.

Nearly kicking the door down, Curtis rushed to your side, examining your unconscious form with worried eyes, “angel?” the dim lights streaming in from the hallway just barely letting him notice how wrinkled and haphazard the t-shirt he’d lent you just a few hours before was on you. 

“Jesus, just let her sleep, dude.”

Ignoring Ransom’s words of warning, Curtis tried once more, “Y/n?” touching your skin lightly before giving you a gentle shake, “come on, wake up for me, baby,” his heart nearly beat out of his chest as he unsuccessfully tried to stir you, the shallow rise and fall of your abdomen not granting him as much comfort as it should have. 

Nearing the end of the hall, Frank asked once more, “what’s going on?” side-eyeing Ransom warily, “is she okay?”

“Of course she’s okay,” the trust fund kid scoffed.

“The fuck she is,” Curtis’ head whipped back in the direction of Ransom’s silhouette in the doorway. Getting back up on his feet, his sharp intakes of air causing his shoulders to rise, he stormed back out and demanded, “what did you do? Why were you in here and why the fuck is she not waking up?”

“Did you not see how much she had to drink tonight?” Ransom defensively gestured to your passed-out form on the narrow bed, “I was just checking up on her,” and with a heavy sigh abandoned the argument entirely and descended the stairs. 

Catching Curtis’ arm just in time to stop him from storming down after the man at the centre of the quarrel, Frank tried to catch the darting eyes of his friend as he asked firmly, “Curtis, what’s going on?”

“I saw him in there, hovering above her like a creep.”

Already worried eyes suddenly growing in alarm, “he was in there?” Frank quickly shared a panicked look with Jake, both now sharing the same inkling of what horrible thing had occurred, “alone with her?”

“Yes.”

“Wait,” Frank gasped, “did you say she’s not waking up? She is still breathing though, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, she’s just out cold. Why?”

“Oh my god…” Jake shuttered, his interrupted slumber now long forgotten.

“What? What is it? What aren’t you guys telling me?”

Exhaling lowly, Frank carefully began to explain, “Curtis, you know that my sister goes to Bayshore, right?”

“Um, sure, yeah?” unsure as to why that fact was significant.

“Well, she told me about this student who overdosed after being drugged and raped. The guy was apparently caught and everything but just came from a wealthy enough family to not only never be convicted, but also keep the news out of the papers. Curtis, that’s where Ransom transferred from.”

Seeing nothing but red, Curtis stormed down the stairs. On his determined path to the kitchen where the object for his bubbling rage now stood, leisurely sipping from a glass of water. Curtis narrowly caught sight of Lloyd as he finally stumbled through the entrance from his drawn-out merriment, uttering a hushed apology to the bulky frame of Steve on the couch for the way he had carelessly slammed the front door shut behind him.

Only rolling his eyes at the sight of Curtis, Ransom didn’t even lower his glass as the fuming figure neared, “dude, I already told you, I didn’t do a thing-” though the rest of his provoking words got squashed as Curtis’ fist suddenly collided with his jaw, swiftly grabbing onto his soft sweater before he could crumble like the shattered glass now scattered across the cool tile, “what the fuck!”  water splashing onto both of their feet. 

“What did you give her?” Curtis barked, his fingers digging into the intricate, stained knit so hard that they threatened to poke through to the other side. 

“Give who what?” appalled glare piercing as he fought against the hold. 

“Y/n!” he shook him heatedly, “what did you give her?”

“I didn’t give her shit, man,” Ransom just managed to spit out before white knuckles collided with his face once more. 

“Did you touch her? Because I swear to fuck, if you laid even as much as one finger on her, I’m gonna-”

“Oh, I see,” he actually dared to chuckle, a bit of crimson already staining the pearly whites he flashed, “you’re jealous that you didn’t get with her tonight.”

Landing another raging blow, Curtis yanked him in close and growled, “you shut up and answer my question! Did you touch her?”

Scoffing through his laboured groans of agony, Ransom finally disclosed smugly, “of course, I did, man. She’s been all over me all night long, begging for me to give it to her good.”

The rest of the frat haven now clustered in the kitchen as well, staying in the periphery, Frank accused, “what did you give her? Was it the same as the girl you killed back at Bayshore?”

The deep-pocketed man’s eyes flickered over Curtis’ shoulder, bruises blooming and swelling up his vision, “excuse me?” 

“The rape victim that overdosed at your old school?” the bridge of Frank’s nose twitched in fury, “it was you that killed her, wasn’t it?”

“I didn’t do anything of the sort, all I did was show those girls a good time, it’s not my fault some can’t keep up.”

“Is that what you think happened tonight?” Curtis hauled him against the fridge, gaining the man’s attention once more, “you call assaulting Y/n a good fucking time?”

Keeping his head held high, Ransom slurred, “what are you ashamed you’re not man enough to rough your girl up a bit and give her what she really likes?”

Huffing like a bull, he uttered, “she does not like it like that.”

“Oh yeah? Then tell me why I had her moaning the way I did, dripping down on ol’ Steve’s bed like a cheap whore. Kind of a shame that she won’t remember any of it in the morning, just hope I fucked her good enough that at least some part of her won’t forget…”

…

“Oh my god…” you shuttered, unable to look any of them in the eye, “oh my god,” your palm shot up to clasp over your lips to choke the shaky cry that forced its way out, “I thought-…” vision darting everywhere and nowhere at the same time, “I thought it had been a dream,” tears streamed down your ghostly face as the hazy nightmare suddenly came into focus, “oh my god! I-… I knew him,” you jaggedly tried to piece it all together as vile stung in the back of your throat, “he was-, he was my friend. I hadn’t known him that long, but he was my friend. I-… he wasn’t just some dangerous stranger in the back of an ally threatening to kill me, he was my friend.”

…

The incoherent screams of Curtis slowly subsisted as his rampant blows finally slowed down. Slowly backing up, chest heaving, horror took over his eyes as he saw how far he had been pushed, watching as blood bubbled out of Ransom’s mouth, guggling his words.

“Just you fucking wait till my family finds out,” he weakly continued his threats from his wrecked position on the tiled floor, “do you have any idea how much power money gives you? I can squash you all like little bugs, ruin any chance you might have of a pathetic future and keep angel all to myself.”

Unable to look away, Steve suddenly uttered as Curtis shakily retreated into the shadows, “…guys, we have to call an ambulance.”

Whipping his head around, Jake protested, “no, don’t!” ready to swat away any phone that might be raised, “he’s right. He has the upper hand no matter if we get him to a hospital or not.”

“So, what do we do? Look at him,” Steve woefully gestured to the beaten playboy crumbled on the floor, “he’s dying. We can’t just leave him here!”

“No…” Lloyd sighed, his demeanour seeming surprisingly calm and level-headed under the circumstance, “but we can use what little time we have left before the sun comes up to our advantage…” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Frank’s brows furrowed frightfully. 

In a wide arc around Ransom’s broken form, Lloyd made his way over to one of the kitchen counters and pulled open a drawer, “he said it himself,” he exhaled lowly as he accepted his fate, “he is more than capable of making not only angel’s life hell, but also all of ours,” his tone cold, he riffled through the utensils, “from where I’m standing, there’s only one way for us to get out of this with minimal casualties,” and fished out a knife, the steel reflecting in the low light seeping in through the other room. 

“You can’t be fucking serious,” Steve gasped, “we’re not murdering him!” 

“So you’d rather try and explain his corpse just lying here in our kitchen? This way we get the upper hand, we speed up the process and use the remainder of the night to our advantage till the rest of campus wakes up, hide him somewhere else, somewhere he won’t be found,” Lloyd stressed, “we have to kill him, it’s the only way.” 

“Shit dude…” Frank breathed, he and the rest realizing that he was right, “where would we even hide him?”

After only pondering it a second, Jake pipped up, “it’s trash day tomorrow,” tensely sharing glances with the rest, “if we get him to one of the big dumpsters on the other side of campus, drop him in there, no one will know! And even if they do eventually discover parts of him out on some dump, they won’t be able to get anything off of him anyways at that point.” 

“I-…” Curtis’ shaky voice finally filled the room, guilt seeping through in his brassy timbre as he asked what no one else would, “…who’s gonna do it?” 

Not letting the others even consider that weight, Lloyd swiftly declared, “I’ll do it.”

“What?” the trembling fighter’s eyes finally lifted.

“If they actually do somehow manage to nail us for this, it should be me that goes down for it,” he stated deliberately, “always knew I’d go to prison at some point just like my old man, this way it wouldn’t be for anything stupid.” 

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