#prince!ransom drysdale x reader

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𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚

🕊️a whore's fairytale masterlist🕊️

summary - poor little sleeping beauty (you) has a tough day, from finding out who she really is, and falling into a deep slumber. is the prince able to awaken her?

warning - smut, somnophilia, dubcon (all my characters consent), choking, spitting kink, swearing, creampie, breeding kink, wife kink, kidnapping, cursed.

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

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

You were shocked to learn the truth, finding out you were a princess and that your real name wasn’t Briar Rose, you were told your parents had named you Y/n and that they had to send you off with the fairies because a woman named Maleficent cursed you. You had to take a few moments to collect yourself, learning that they were to take you back on your eighteenth birthday, which meant you were due to leave your home any moment now to go back to where your family supposedly lived. 

As the four of you began to head off, your mind was full, thinking about your family, the curse, and the man you had met earlier that day. Oh, he was so handsome. You were saddened to hear the news that you were to be betrothed the moment you got to the castle. You didn’t want to be married off to a man you did not know. It didn’t sit right with you. Maybe if you spoke to your parents, they would understand and let you be with the man in the woods. 

After the long walk, you had finally arrived at the palace, staring up at it with wide eyes, gobsmacked at the sheer size of it. The guards moved out of the way as you walked closer to the entrance, letting you in. Your blue dress that the fairies made as a birthday present clung to your body with each step. Small hands touched your arm, causing you to look down at Fauna. “We will have to leave you for a bit, my dear. We have some business to attend to before you are able to meet your parents.” 

You give a soft smile. “That is alright, Fauna. I’ll be okay.” You assure them, watching as they leave. You begin to look around, admiring the artwork that litters the walls. Suddenly, a wisp of light appears in front of you. Your mind starts to go fuzzy as it pulls you into a trance, and your legs begin to follow as the light moves away from you, leading you toward a secret panel that opens when you are near. You walk up the winding staircase and into the hidden room.

Maleficent’s voice fills the room, coaxing you. “Touch the spindle! Touch it, I say!” Her command fills your ears, taking over your mind, and you have no choice but to obey. Your mind had taken over your legs, causing you to walk over to it. Your hand lifts, finger pointed, before a soft gasp escapes you when the spindle pricks your finger, causing it to bleed. You fall, eyes slipping closed into a deep slumber, not knowing of the dangers that lie ahead. Maleficent cackles as she appears over your unconscious body. “Oh, what a dumb girl.” She smirks as she spies into your mind and sees you dreaming of a man. “Hmm, if you want that man so badly, I guess I could give him to you.”

It was too late when the fairies realised what had happened. They looked at each other with wide eyes. They quickly become their former selves, allowing their wings and magic to take over and lead them to where you are. They would never have expected to be met with you, knocked out into a deep slumber with the one who cursed you standing above you in the same room. Their hearts race as Maleficent looks at the three with a deadly smirk, knowing they wouldn’t be strong enough to stop her. 

“The three fairies! Flora, Fauna and…” Maleficent cocks her head to the side, “Merryweather, I’m guessing?” She waves her hand, scoffing. “Oh, well. I don’t care. I assume you came to get your girl? It is a shame. She would’ve done some good for the world.” She reaches down, running her fingers through your hair. “But, I’m willing to show the princess that the world isn’t so good and colourful. Goodbye.” With a wave of Maleficent’s hand, you and she disappear, causing the fairies to set off in a panic, frightened to tell your father, the king, the news. 

Maleficent lays you on a soft bed, watching you as you sleep. “M–Maleficent, my queen. T–the prince, we found him…” She turns, raising a brow, waiting for her henchman to spit it out. “It seems he is waiting for the princess at the cabin, h–he seems impatient.”

“Hmm, that sounds perfect. Bring him to me!” She waves her hand before looking down at you. “You’re going to have so much fun, little one, and instead of true love’s kiss.” She scrunches her nose as those words leave her lips, not believing in such a thing. “Let’s make it something more… Extreme.” A dark grin appears on her face, knowing what the prince would do once he saw you. Her crow told her how the two of you got along in the woods and how the man couldn’t stop staring at your soft breasts and plump arse. 

Ransom struggled against the henchmen, growling and swearing as they dragged him along. “Get your filthy paws off me! I’ll kill you for touching me! Don’t you know who I am!” The henchmen just shrug and huff, not caring. One of them grabs a cloth and stuffs it into the young prince’s mouth, wanting some quiet. They finally make it up to the room you are held in, throwing Ransom inside. 

“Ah, finally.” Maleficent walks over, tilting his head up with her finger underneath his chin. “Hmm, you are quite handsome.” Her eyes drag across his face, getting what you see in him. Ransom’s brows furrow, unable to speak with the cloth in his mouth, his eyes fall upon your sleeping form, and he begins to wonder what the hell is happening. “But, you are not for me… Princess Y/n continues to think of you, and as you can see, she is currently in a deep slumber.” Maleficent leans closer to his ear, whispering. “Why don’t you find a way to wake her up.” She cackles as she straightens and waves her hand, disappearing in a puff of smoke.

His binds and cloth disappearing along with her, Ransom grumbles, shaking his head. “Fucking witches.” He stands, brushing off his clothes, and his head lifts as he peers at you, eyes drifting down your body. “Huh, so you’re the princess I’m meant to marry.” He walks close, tapping the blanket with the tip of his fingers. “I was ready to fuck you as a mere peasant girl, but knowing that you are much more, it’s so much better.”

It’s as though your body knows he is near. Your nipples harden and slick gathers between your thighs, your dreams turning sexual and dirty. You shift in your sleep, letting out a soft whimper as you dream of the handsome man in the woods, bending you over the log and thrusting into your tight cunt. 

Ransom smirks as he watches you squirm. His cock hardens when he hears soft whimpers escape you. “Fuck, sweetheart. You sound so good, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He strips from his clothes, sighing as his cock springs free from his slacks, no longer feeling tight and suffocated. Ransom pulls the blanket away from your body, his cock twitching when his gaze lands on your dress, wondering if it could get any tighter. He slowly gets onto the bed and crawls on top of you, lifting your dress higher as he moves up your body. “So beautiful, and all mine.” He pampers you with kisses, kissing up your body until he reaches your face. 

Ransom groans when his leaking member connects with your bare cunt, and he grips his thick base, rubbing his swollen tip through your sopping folds. “Jesus, you’re so wet, sweetheart. What or who is making you so wet?” He raises his brow in jealousy, wondering who you could be dreaming of when he is here for you. “You know what? If you’re going to be a little slut in your dreams. Then I’m going to treat you like one.” Ransom growls, sick of competing with someone else when you should only be focused on him. He aligns his mushroom tip with your tight hole before thrusting in. His eyes close as he grunts, never having felt someone like you before. 

Sweet moans pass your lips, dreaming of the handsome man in the woods gently lying you onto a blanket on the ground, pressing his hips into yours as he buries himself deeply into you, making love to you, marking your skin with his hands and lips. Your back arches in your dreams, arms wrapping around him, nails digging into his back. 

Ransom moans, “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Shit, sweetheart, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight. You’re sweet walls are fluttering around me like crazy.” He buries his face into your neck, peppering kisses along your skin and thrusting harder and faster into your sweet honey pot. “My sweet little sleeping beauty.” Getting lost in how good you feel around his member, he hastily grabs a pillow and shoves it under your hips before gripping them, giving him leverage. “When you wake, I’ll continue to fuck you. I’ll fuck you every day, even after you become my wife. I’ll pump you full every single day and night. You won’t think of looking at another man when you have me.”

He nuzzles closer to you, pounding harder as he kisses your cheek, moving closer to your lips, his eyes slipping closed, enjoying the feeling of you wrapped around him. “You’re mine, my sweet Y/n. All mine.” The moment his lips connect with yours, magic explodes around the two of you. Your eyes fly open, arms wrapping around him and your back arches. Ransom smirks, tilting his head back as he looks down at you with hooded eyes. “Ah, my sweet little sleeping beauty is finally awake. Do you feel that, sweetheart? Do you feel me inside you? Fucking into you, claiming you?” He fucks into you deeper, hitting against the hidden spot inside you. Ransom cups your cheek, glaring down at you with lust-filled eyes. His thumb lands on your bottom lip, pulling your mouth open. “You’re mine, understood?” 

You whimper, feeling yourself throb around his cock, never having experienced pleasure like this before. Your mind is cloudy, being pulled from your dream to see it come true with the man you’ve fallen for. You claw at his back, digging your nails into his soft flesh. “O–oh, it feels so good, my prince!” You scream, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues to pound into that spot, allowing Ransom to spit directly into your mouth, smirking as you immediately swallow. 

Ransom moves his hand between you, rubbing and rolling your swollen clit between his fingers. Enjoying the feeling of you squeezing his thick cock, he continues to pound into you, the hand that cups your cheek, moves to your throat and squeezes. “You’re going to cum for me, sleeping beauty, and then. I will pump you so full of my cum that it leaks out of you for months.” Your sweet moans fill the room, walls tighten around Ransom, your back arches, and you cum, your juices squirt out of you, covering everything. “Fuck, sweetheart.”

He captures your lips with his, thrusting harder and deeper until his cock twitches and his eyes slip closed. Ransom groans when his end approaches, burying himself deep inside you and emptying thick spurts of cum, coating your walls and filling you to the brim. He begins kissing down, resting on your neck, leaving soft kisses in his path. “My sweet little sleeping beauty.” Ransom lifts his head and stares deeply into your eyes, his softening cock still deep inside you, blocking his cum from leaking out. “You’re now mine forever.”

You hum, feeling your eyes begin to droop again. You would later learn not to fall in love with the first handsome man you laid your eyes upon. 

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trucker prince charming (part 2)

pairing: trucker!jake jensen x sex worker!female reader

summary: you take your favorite trucker up on his offer to meet him at his rig after you finish your shift at the strip club where you work—and it's better than you imagined, which means you're in trouble.

warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, condom discussion, dry humping, marking/hickeys, finger sucking, begging, teasing, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (kitten), sex worker insecurities, referenced glory hole sex, referenced abuse of power, love confession, a lot of emotions—let me know if i missed something!

word count: 9.5k

a/n: god i hope this chapter works 🫣 i struggled with it a bit, to make reader's reluctance consistent and believable. but i also wanted to to be like super romantic, so yeah, i hope it is!!! ahhh ok please enjoy more trucker jake—i hope y'all love him as much as i do!!!

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Excitement and fear roiled in the pit of your stomach, making you feel slightly queasy as you shoved your cash tips from the night into your purse in the back room of Diesel Dolls. In fact, you were trembling so hard, if you’d been wearing a pair of the sky high heels you wore when you worked the stage, you’d be worried about breaking an ankle. But your thoughts were elsewhere, on the trucker who was absolutely not your prince charming. 

As you gathered your things, all you could think about was your favorite trucker who visited you often in the glory holes at the back of the club. Jake Jensen was everything you shouldn’t want. He was one of Diesel Dolls’ most reliable regulars, always stopping by the glory holes when he passed by on the interstate—though, ever since he’d started coming to you, you were the only one he’d let take care of him.

Still, his status as a regular made any kind of outside relationship with him strictly off-limits according to the owner of the club, Mr. Ransom Drysdale. 

Mr. Drysdale didn’t take kindly to girls who formed relationships with his trucker clientele outside the club, he said it was too much of a risk of the girl stealing his business. And if Mr. Drysdale suspected anything, he was known for his harsh, humiliating punishments. He wouldn’t fire you if he found out you were planning to meet up with Jake after your shift, but he’d find a creative way for you to regret it.

Even with that thought in your mind, you couldn’t get Jake’s parting words out of your head. You kept hearing his friendly, sweet and deliciously deep voice saying to you, “I’m sleeping in my rig tonight…in case you wanna stop by.” 

Those had been the final words he’d spoken to you when he’d come to your spot at the glory holes earlier that evening, but he’d left before you could respond to the obvious offer. A part of you was grateful he hadn’t demanded an answer from you in the moment, since it meant you could think it over without any pressure from him. But it also meant that, hours later, you were still uncertain about what you were going to do. 

You were still debating it with yourself when you threw on a long jacket to cover the skimpy tank top and shorts you wore when working the glory holes, and walked out the back door of Diesel Dolls. There, you stopped short. 

In your preoccupation with Jake, you’d forgotten what to expect when leaving the club. A few of the other girls lingered outside smoking cigarettes and chatting with the security guards tasked with walking you and your coworkers to your cars. There was a bite of chill in the air that had you wrapping your coat tighter around your body while you wavered in indecision, the audience making you more anxious about what to do.

“Need a cig, girl?” asked Crystal, one of the girls that had been working at Diesel Dolls even longer than you. She held out her pack to you, her own cigarette pinched between two fingers, the smoke trailing up toward the late night sky. Her eyes were sharp as they watched you, even if her open expression seemed to be nice.

You gave Crystal a tight smile and shook your head, muttering, “No thanks.” You could feel Crystal’s eyes on you as you took two steps into the parking lot, which made the fear in your chest burn brighter than the excitement Jake’s offer had inspired.

Crystal liked to make herself out to be the motherly one of the bunch who worked at the club, the kind who would give advice to the new girls and commiserate with those who’d been working at Diesel Dolls too long. But you’d noticed the way things that seemed to only be said to Crystal had a way of getting back to Mr. Drysdale. That was enough to have your shoulders bunching up around your ears.

Crystal was the last person you wanted to see you walking to Jake’s truck. But you didn’t want to give up on him yet. You’d known Jake for a couple months while he’d been frequenting your glory hole, and you were so desperately curious about him, that you didn’t want to pass up on the opportunity. So you pulled out your phone and pretended to be texting someone while you hoped the group outside the back door dispersed.

Thankfully, they all seemed to finish up soon enough and Crystal went back inside while the security guards split up to walk the other girls to their cars. You waved them off when they offered to walk you as well, claiming you had a ride coming and waited until they rounded the side of the building to where most of the girls parked their cars.

For a brief moment, you were alone with nothing but the clear night air and your thoughts. You knew it was a bad idea to go to Jake, but the pull you felt to him was too strong. It was bound to get you into some kind of trouble, whether with Mr. Drysdale or something you couldn’t even anticipate. You typically prided yourself in having a great deal of sense, but everything about your favorite trucker made you want to act like you didn’t have any. 

Before you’d even fully made up your mind, your feet began to carry you in the direction you knew you’d be able to find him. For once, your heart seemed to be making the decisions and though your brain was still listing all the ways in which things could go wrong—Jake could be horrid in person, or he could fuck you and go around the club bragging about it—they didn’t seem as important as finally finding out what it would feel like to fall into your favorite trucker’s arms. 

Diesel Dolls had a small parking lot in front and to one side of the building, but on the other side, there was a much bigger parking lot that the strip club shared with Everett’s Roadhouse. It was big enough to accommodate all the truckers and their rigs who frequented both the club and the bar. It also had special permissions that allowed the truckers to sleep there over night. 

It was to this parking lot that your feet carried you. 

You breathed a sigh of relief when you were swallowed up by the shadows of the massive trucks in the parking lot, your soft exhale masking the sound of the back door of Diesel Dolls closing. You didn’t hear it, though, because you were too focused on looking for the truck Jake had described to you.

Turning a corner around a big white rig, you spotted the truck that could only belong to your favorite trucker. And standing in front of it, leaning against the grill at the front, was a man. Your heart leapt in your chest as you realized it could only be him. Your favorite trucker. Your Jakey. 

Your breath caught in your throat and your feet stumbled to a stop. He hadn’t noticed you yet, and you took the moment to look him over, greedily raking your eyes down his body while he stared at something on his phone. 

Jake looked tall, even from the little bit of distance between you, with broad shoulders that filled out the bright green t-shirt he wore, which had some kind of graphic printed on the front. His jeans were a basic blue denim that fit him a little snugly, and he wore work boots that were kicking idly at the pavement of the parking lot, like he was struggling to be patient.

But what caught your attention the most about Jake was his face. You were a little surprised to discover that Jake wore glasses, but that was maybe because you’d never seen another trucker who wore them. You stared at his side profile for a long time, appreciating his strong jaw accented by the goatee framing his soft mouth. His dark hair lightened at the spiky tips, and for some reason, you found yourself craving to touch it, to run your hands through it.

All at once, you realized you’d been right about Jake—he was cute. And not just cute, he was fucking hot. You’d never seen a man who could pull off both, but your favorite trucker managed it. 

Your heart thudded in your chest and if you’d been thinking with anything but your heart, you’d have been worried about your reaction to the man who you knew you couldn’t be with. But you were only admiring your favorite trucker and thinking about how cute he looked waiting for you.

You didn’t realize you’d been slowly drifting closer to Jake until he straightened suddenly, and looked straight at you. Your breath froze in your lungs when you met his gaze, startling at the bright blue of his eyes, even shadowed as they were in the dim light of the parking lot. Your feet came to an abrupt stop and you waited anxiously while Jake took his own inspection of you, hoping desperately that he wouldn’t find you lacking.

But there was no long perusal of your body, only brief moment when eh let his gaze drop to your lips before he caught your eye again. A charmingly friendly grin spread across his handsome face, excitement rolling off him in waves that made you feel giddy.

“Kitten?” he asked, a little hesitantly. Almost like he was a little shy. 

If you hadn’t already been certain the man was Jake, his voice would’ve convinced you. It was warm and pleasantly deep, sending a delicious shiver of recognition down your spine, heat blooming in the depth of your core. A small, tentative smile curved the edges of your mouth as you walked closer to your favorite trucker, noticing that he stayed near his truck and let you come to him. 

“Jake,” you said, his name gusting past your lips in an awed exhale. He looked even more handsome up close, and your eyes couldn’t stop taking in the lines and curves of his face. You didn’t think you’d ever get enough of simply looking at him.

“You came.” He stated the obvious, his voice low and gruff with an emotion that tugged at something deep inside your chest. You were drawn in closer to your favorite trucker by some invisible tether that seemed to connect the two of you. So wrapped up in the moment, you didn’t even question why you felt so deeply for a man you were only truly meeting for the first time.

You came to a stop right in front of Jake, close enough you had to tilt your head back to hold his gaze—close enough you could feel the heat of him in the chilly night air. You wanted to press even closer and wrap yourself around the big, broad man, but you held yourself back, suddenly unsure how to act without a wall of plywood between you. 

“You’re cuter than I imagined,” you said, the words falling from your lips before you could stop them, amazement making your voice breathy.

But as soon as the words registered in your mind, you winced and pressed a hand over your mouth. You were about to apologize for the backhanded compliment when Jake laughed huskily, a little bit of pink tinging his cheeks, which only made him look even cuter.

“Ya think I’m cute, kitten?” he asked, his fingers reaching out and brushing against yours, electricity zinging through your body at just that brief touch. 

Your breath hitched as your body went haywire, desire flooding through your veins and making you sway into your favorite trucker. Jake seemed to notice your reaction because a grin spread across his face and he tangled his fingers with yours while he kept talking.

“Not hot, or sexy—or studly?” His voice went much deeper on that last word to emphasize it, and you couldn’t help the startled giggle that fled from your lips. You’d suspected Jake was funny, and you were delighted to discover you were right about that too.

Jake used the moment when your guard was down to pull you into his arms, where you landed against his chest with a small huff of surprise. Immediately, your laughter died in your throat and you stared up into Jake’s eyes while he watched you with a pleased smile curling the edges of his mouth.

The thought came to you suddenly: You could fall in love with Jake Jensen. In fact, you knew, somehow, that it would be as easy as breathing to fall in love with Jake. A small part of you even thought you already were falling in love with your favorite trucker. 

But as soon as you had those thoughts, you pushed them away, the fear you’d felt earlier rearing its ugly head. You couldn’t fall in love with Jake, not when you knew you’d never be able to be with him in the way you wanted. Developing feelings for him would only lead to getting hurt and you didn’t think you’d survive the kind of hurt falling love with Jake would lead to. So you forced yourself not to think about it.

Instead, you let yourself act on instinct. You reached up and traced your fingertips gently down the side of Jake’s face, your touch so light you weren’t sure if he could even feel it. But when you got to the plump curve of his lower lip, he sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes darkening as he stared down at you so intensely, your hand fell away to fist in the soft cotton of his t-shirt.

“I don’t meet a lot of cute guys in my line of work,” you whispered, the words part explanation, part distraction from the way Jake was looking at you like he planned to grab you and kiss you and never let you go. “It’s…” you trailed off, not knowing where you were going with that thought.

No, that was a lie, you knew exactly where you were going, you just got scared to continue it. But Jake was patient, and he waited, his gaze expectant, and you discovered you didn’t want to let him down—either with an attempt to change the subject or with a lie.

“It’s amazing,” you said, so softly, you weren’t sure he’d be able to hear. “You’re amazing, Jakey.” Your eyes fell to his lips, looking so soft and inviting. Your favorite trucker’s mouth was so tempting, and you knew you’d never be the same once he kissed you, which scared you more than a little, your heart thudding almost painfully in your chest.

Thankfully, Jake was brave enough for the both of you. 

His arms wound around your waist, knees bending to wrap you up in his hold and haul you up close to his chest, so you were left standing on tiptoes and staring up into his beautiful blue eyes. He lowered his face until your mouths were so close, you could taste the sharp mint of his breath on your tongue, but he didn’t close the distance. 

Your heart was racing with excitement and a little bit of fear, and you could feel Jake’s arousal through your clothes, but the tension of the moment was delicious and you didn’t mind if Jake wanted to take things a little slow. At least, for the moment.

“Fuck, kitten,” he rumbled, collapsing back against the grill of his truck while he stared at you with amazement in his blue eyes. “I’ll take cute as a compliment if you’re the one saying it,” he said, his voice pitched low and earnest. Your fingers twisted in his shirt, clinging to him as you watched the edges of his mouth curve into a grin. “Hell, you can call me a cute little pup and I’ll roll over so you can pet my belly.”

Jake’s arms squeezed you tightly, holding you pinned to his chest, and a distant part of you was surprised by the fact that you didn’t feel trapped by him. You felt impossibly giddy with happiness and excitement, warmth curling pleasantly through your body as you pressed tighter against him, feeling his hard cock digging into your stomach. He was so eager for you, and it was so hot because you wanted him just as badly, but you couldn’t help teasing him a little.

“I think puppy wants something more than belly rubs,” you murmured, a smirk curling your lips. You lifted one of your feet to rest on the grill of Jake’s truck, opening your legs to grind your core against his bulge, wringing a groan out of him, his hands fisting in the jacket at your back. 

“Mm, you feel so fucking good,” he rumbled in a husky voice, then paused, pulling back enough to catch your eye. He wore an adorably confused expression. “Hang on, are you calling me or my dick ‘puppy’?”

Jake’s question startled you so much, laughter burst free from your mouth unbidden; you had to tip your head back and close your eyes to let it loose. It was the hardest you’d laughed in a very long time, your body shaking in Jake’s arms and tears springing to the corners of your eyes. 

You could feel Jake chuckling right along with you, but when you finally sobered, he’d quieted and was simply looking at you, an emotion in his eyes that was so deep and terrifying it nearly stole all the breath from your lungs.

“You have the best laugh,” Jake muttered seconds before his mouth descended on yours, capturing your lips in a kiss. 

Your first kiss with Jake was everything you’d dreamed it would be, your body lighting up and your mind going blank in a combination of delight and arousal. His mouth was warm and soft on yours, the bristles of his goatee tickling your cheeks as your mouths slid together. A giggle rose in your throat and your mouth curved in a smile as giddiness flooded through you. 

Then Jake shifted his arms, one hand coming up to cradle your head while the other remained banded around your lower back, holding you exactly where he wanted you. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips and coaxing a moan from you as he explored the depths of your mouth. Jake’s kiss was heady and all-consuming and you never wanted it to end—you wanted to kiss him forever and ever and ever.

By the time Jake pulled away, your lungs were burning for air and you were left panting, dragging in as much oxygen as you could. He seemed to be in much the same predicament, his chest expanding where you were draped against it, his heart beating wildly beneath where your fingers were clinging to his t-shirt.

“So, you got a bed in that big rig of yours,” you managed to ask, in between panting breaths. “Or are you planning to fuck me right here against your truck?” A cheeky grin curved your lips and you ground your core against Jake again for good measure, making his eyes go dazed and dark. His hands grabbed your ass and held you tight against his bulge while he seemed to freeze. 

For a long moment, Jake just stared at you like his brain had short-circuited, and your grin widened at the realization that you’d somehow managed to render your favorite trucker speechless. Then, all of a sudden, he seemed to come back online and he shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. 

Tangling his fingers with yours, Jake led you around to the driver’s side of his rig and opened the door, helping you up into the cab. You took a quick, cursory look around the inside of Jake’s truck as you moved directly into the backseat, where there was a soft cot covered in a haphazard pile of blankets. The bed was messy and unkempt in a way that made you smile because it just seemed so much like Jake.

Looking around, you noted that the truck cab was warm, and a little cluttered, but cozy in its own way. You’d never actually seen the inside of a long-haul truck despite servicing countless drivers at Diesel Dolls, but everything looked so high tech, you would’ve thought you were in the cockpit of a spaceship. All the dials and controls on the dashboard gave off a soft blue light, including some of the panels in the backseat around Jake’s bed. 

When you looked closer, there appeared to be a gaming system and TV rigged up in the back, and you smiled again, imagining your favorite trucker spending his spare time gaming by himself. You couldn’t help the way your mind wandered, wondering if Jake might be interested in letting you keep his cock warm while he played his games…

You were distracted from that thought by Jake hauling himself into the driver’s seat and shutting the door behind him. He had a determined look on his face while he locked the truck’s doors, checking to make sure the space was secure before he turned to you in the backseat. The corner of your mouth kicked up in a sultry grin and you leaned back on your hands, pushing your tits out as your jacket parted, revealing the tiny crop top and shorts you wore beneath it.

In the privacy of his truck, Jake let his eyes wander down your body, lingering on the way your nipples pushed through the thin cotton of your shirt. They tightened further under the intensity of his gaze, and your lips parted in a gasping breath as heat blazed between your thighs. 

But Jake’s eyes were already moving on, his gaze roving over the curves of your waist and hips and down to the plush softness of your thighs. You could almost feel his gaze like a lingering touch as he looked at your body properly for the first time. If you’d had a chance to feel at all insecure about whether he’d like your curves, the way Jake’s pupils blew wide with lust would’ve quelled it. 

Jake spent long moments simply looking at you and, after you’d taken your own moment to get your fill of him before he’d noticed you in the parking lot, you tried to be patient. But the way your body was responding to just Jake’s eyes on you made you squirm on the bed, your thighs falling open of their own accord in a wordless offering for your favorite trucker. Finally, your impatience won out.

“Now that you’ve got me in your truck,” you murmured in a husky purr, smiling seductively when Jake’s eyes met yours again. “What do you plan on doing with me?” You shifted your shoulders, letting your jacket slip down your arms in a way that you hoped was enticing enough to make him want to rip it off you entirely.

Jake’s eyes darted to your bare shoulders then back to your face before he moved from his seat, prowling toward you in a way that looked more predatory than you would’ve expected from your sweet and friendly trucker. The intensity of his gaze on you sent a thrill through your body that only heightened as he eased closer, his hands sliding beneath your jacket to grab your hips roughly. 

Holding your gaze captive with his own, Jake eased you down onto your back until you were laying in his bed, his big body covering yours. Your lungs were struggling for air, little panting breaths slipping past your lips as you followed Jake’s lead, a part of you surprised by how easy it was to give in to your favorite trucker’s whims. But you trusted him—you trusted him in a way that was probably unwise, and it occurred to you yet again that being with your trucker could lead to serious trouble for you.

But then you were laying down in Jake’s soft bed, his broad shoulders and beautiful blue eyes blocking out the rest of the world, and your worries miraculously faded—helped by the fact that Jake decided to finally answer your question.

“I’ve thought about this so many times, kitten,” Jake rasped, his tone raw with emotion that had your heart racing in your chest.

There was a vulnerability in Jake’s words, and you couldn’t help but reach for him, cupping his handsome face in your hands. A soft smile played at the edges of your mouth, but it deepened when Jake leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed while he nuzzled into your palms. It took a moment for him to gather his thoughts enough to continue. 

“I’ve thought about getting you in my bed so many times, I can barely believe this is real,” Jake mumbled, the words sounding like they were wrenched straight from his heart. You could feel your own heart thump in response, a little bit of fear trickling through your body that you decided to ignore. “I plan to do everything with you kitten,” Jake murmured, opening his eyes and pinning you with his fervent gaze. “But most of all, I plan to keep you.”

Your breath froze in your lungs at Jake’s pronouncement, and fear flooded your heart. It was on the tip of your tongue to tell Jake it was impossible—he couldn’t keep you, not while you still worked at Diesel Dolls. Not while Mr. Drysdale still owned you.

Your entire livelihood was dependent on Mr. Drysdale and Diesel Dolls. He was the only one who’d hired you when you’d come to town. And, despite all his faults, Mr. Drysdale paid well—well enough that you could support yourself. If Jake jeopardized your job at Diesel Dolls, you’d have to become dependent on him to take care of you, and you didn’t know yet if he was the kind of man who’d do that, though the part of you that was falling love with him told you that he would.

It surprised you—and scared you—how much you wanted to give your heart and soul and everything to Jake. You yearned for him in a way you never had for any other man. You felt almost desperate for your favorite trucker to be true to his word, to keep you and take care of you and make you his in every possible way. 

But you had too much sense to let yourself fall into Jake’s arms completely just yet. So you reminded yourself that your life was not a fairytale, and Jake wasn’t your prince charming. No matter how much you might want him to be. Jake was a trucker, and if you knew one thing about truckers, it was that eventually, they always leave. It wasn’t worth risking your entire life for the chance of a happily ever after with him, even if your heart yearned for it.

So, while you wanted to believe Jake meant what he said—that he was going to keep you—you simply couldn’t allow yourself to. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the time you had with him, no matter how brief it would have to be. Pulling him down for a soft kiss, you murmured against his lips.

“Do anything you want with me,” you whispered, eagerly giving your body to your favorite trucker, even as you held back from giving him your heart. “Wanna feel your cock inside me so bad, please, Jake,” you begged, muffling a whimper as you kissed his jaw.  

If Jake knew you were holding part of yourself back, he didn’t show it. Instead, he captured your lips in a fierce kiss, his hands roaming all over your body, ripping off your jacket and tossing it into the front seat. As his tongue plunged into your mouth, he tugged off the rest of your clothes, leaving you bare beneath him before he pulled away to yank his shirt off over his head.

The movement knocked Jake’s glasses askew and you giggled at the sight of him, leaning up to nip at his jaw to stop yourself from calling him cute again. He huffed an impatient laugh and took his glasses off, tucking them into a compartment above your head. 

Even in the dim light of the backseat, Jake was still so attractive it took your breath away just looking at him. You couldn’t help yourself from pulling his face close to yours so you could kiss him sweetly. 

“So handsome, Jakey,” you murmured against his mouth, wanting so badly to tell him how much you liked him. You settled for wrapping your legs around his hips and grinding your bare core against the bulge in his jeans. “Look so fucking hot with glasses,” you said, pausing only to kiss him again before continuing, “and just as hot without them.”

Jake chuckled huskily, his hips pressing into yours to grind his bulge against your cunt, making you gasp while he kissed along your jaw. “What happened to calling me cute?” he murmured teasingly, nipping at the lobe of your ear and laughing again when you squirmed beneath him.

“You’re still cute,” you admitted on a gasp, humping against Jake from under his large body, trying desperately to get the friction you needed against your sopping wet pussy. “And handsome and hot and—god you’re everything, Jakey,” you cried, your desire driving you to grind harder against him, your body writhing like a cat in heat. “I need you, please!”

“Alright, alright,” Jake rumbled placatingly, easing your hips back down against the bed and untangling your legs from around his hips so he could undo his jeans. 

The loss of contact made you whine impatiently, and if need wasn’t blazing through you so hotly you would’ve wondered about what Jake had reduced you to—a needy creature so desperate for him that you were whining—but you didn’t care, you just wanted him. Jake kissed your cheek to mollify you while he fumbled with his jeans.

“Fuck, kitten,” he rasped, pressing his forehead to yours and taking a deep breath to settle his shaking hands. “I’ve never met a woman who wanted me so bad.”

An anger you didn’t want to analyze too closely surged through your body at Jake’s statement. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you buried your hands in his hair and pressed hot kisses to his cheeks, his temple, his forehead, anywhere you could reach.

“All the women you’ve met are fucking idiots then,” you snarled, tugging Jake’s head to the side so you could kiss down the strong column of his neck. It wasn’t like you to say such things about other women, but you couldn’t even fathom not wanting Jake with a desperation that clawed through your body. Before you could stop yourself, your lips latched onto Jake’s neck and you began sucking on his skin, intent on leaving your mark on your favorite trucker.

“Fuck, jesus fuck,” Jake groaned, shuddering at the feeling of you sucking on his neck. His hands were shaking again, but he managed to push his jeans and boxers down, kicking them off as fast as he could manage in the tight confines of the backseat. 

Then, finally, his cock was free, and you reached for it eagerly with a familiarity that came from sucking him off so many times in the glory holes at Diesel Dolls. You stroked him with an eagerness like greeting an old friend, reacquainting yourself with the part of Jake’s body you knew best. His cock was just as perfect as always and all the desires you’d felt earlier that night came rushing back.

“Wanna worship your cock with my mouth, Jakey,” you murmured in his ear, your fingers stroking his stiff length slowly, teasingly, pausing briefly to smack your pussy with the tip and making both of your groan in pleasure. “You have the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen,” you confessed in a breathy whisper, your lips pressing kisses to Jake’s neck just beneath his ear. “I wanna kiss you and lick you and suck you and make out with your balls, Jakey, god, I could spend hours just playing with your cock.”

Jake’s full body shuddered again, and you smirked against his neck, breathing in the fresh, clean scent of your favorite trucker and feeling yourself get wetter for him. But then Jake was pushing up and tilting his face to yours, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that stole your breath and stilled your hand.

“You have the hottest mouth, kitten,” Jake murmured when he pulled away, his hand cupping your cheek and dragging his thumb over your lower lip. 

You sucked his finger into your mouth and bobbed your head a little while staring up at him, hoping he’d see how eager you were and let you move down his body and worship him the way he deserved.

Instead, Jake’s other hand knocked yours away from his cock, fisting himself while you whined and pouted around his thumb. He chuckled, removing his thumb from your mouth so he could kiss you again.

“You can suck me off another time,” he promised, rubbing the tip of his dick between your soaked folds and making you shiver beneath him. “I gotta feel your cunt or I’m gonna go fucking crazy.” His voice lowered to a deep rumble, his words only turning you on more, as impossible as that seemed. “Gotta know if your pussy feels as good as I’ve always imagined.”

“Jakey, please,” you cried breathlessly, digging your knees into his sides and tilting your hips up to try to take his cock into your weeping hole. “Need you, need you,” you mumbled, humping against the tip of Jake’s dick, until a thought crashed into your mind. 

You’d never fucked anyone—at Diesel Dolls or in your personal life—without a condom. And you’d never forgotten to ask your partner to put one on. But you’d been about to take Jake’s bare cock into your unprotected cunt without even a second thought. 

It was chilling to realize just how much Jake affected you. You froze, your body tensing and pulling away as much as you could when you were laying beneath Jake in the small cot in the backseat of his truck.

Immediately, Jake took notice of your retreat, and he paused above you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly, pushing up on his arms so he could see your face fully. There was so much concern in his expression that you had to look away, reflexively shying away from the emotion in his gaze. You stared at his shoulder as you asked a question of your own.

“Do you want to use a condom?” you asked, forcing out the words in a rush, hoping Jake didn’t hear the insecurity in your voice. You knew some men thought you were ‘dirty’ because of your profession—you’d had more than enough of them say as much to your face—so you wanted to give Jake the option in case he later regretted not using protection with you. 

The part of you that liked Jake (which was growing by the minute), wanted to believe he didn’t think that way about you. After all, he’d met you in the glory holes at the back of Diesel Dolls, and had made you feel safe and respected even when there was a plywood wall between you. But you knew too well from experience that even if a man knew what you did for work, even if he’d visited you at Diesel Dolls, he might still secretly think of you in a certain way.

So you held your breath, cautious hope in your heart as you waited for Jake’s response to your question. 

He blinked once, then twice, his lips parted and his expression adorably confused while he processed your words. He even glanced down your bodies to see his bare cock resting against your pussy, and you weren’t certain what was going through his head, but you desperately wanted to know. When his gaze met yours again, he still looked concerned.

“Do you want to use a condom, kitten?” Jake asked, an anxious note in his tone. “Because I’ll find one if you do.” His eyes searched yours, but you were too stunned to respond because you’d realized something. Something life-altering.

Jake was the only man who ever asked you what you wanted. 

Maybe there had been others, long ago, before Diesel Dolls, but if there were, you couldn’t remember them. Jake was the first man in a long time to ask you what you wanted to do, if you wanted to use a condom. An overwhelming and terrifying emotion surged through your body, tying your tongue and rendering you speechless. 

Thankfully, Jake’s anxiousness at your silence prompted him to keep talking. He dropped his voice low, his expression going serious as he stared into your eyes. 

“If you want to know what I want, I thought I made myself clear earlier,” he rumbled, working his hips in tiny little circles that had his hard length slipping between your drenched folds and grinding lightly against your clit. “I don’t want anything between us—I want all of you, including your hot cunt wrapped around my bare cock.” 

A gasp fell from your lips as you tossed your head back, your eyes squeezing shut to quell the tears that were threatening to spill down your cheeks. “Jakey, yes, I want it—please,” you moaned in a broken, hoarse voice. Heat rose to your cheeks and, despite how turned on you were, you managed to feel a little embarrassed by how much emotion was in your voice when you said his name. Still, you couldn’t help the need you felt, and you pulled him close, feeling like nothing would be close enough. 

Jake dug his arms into the bed beneath your back, crushing you to his chest as he shifted his hips, lining up his cock with your hole and beginning to sink in while he shushed you. “I’m right here, kitten, ‘m not going anywhere,” he murmured soothingly in your ear. 

Your heart thudded in your chest and you were filled with an uneasy trepidation even as your legs spread wider around Jake’s broad body to take his cock deep into your cunt. You believed Jake. You believed he wasn’t going anywhere, and that scared you. But you didn’t have room in your mind to deal with that fear, not when he was sliding inside you, stretching your pussy to accomodate his thick length and pushing all your worries to the wayside. 

“Feel so good, kitten,” Jake rumbled in your ear when he bottomed out inside you. His lips found your neck and kissed your delicate skin, making you whimper for him. “Feels like you were made for me, like you were made to be mine, all mine.” He rocked his hips gently, fucking you in firm, short thrusts that you felt in the depths of your soul.

Jake’s words and the way he was fucking you—like he was making love to you—was too much. You wanted so badly to be his, to let yourself fall in love with him, but you knew it couldn’t be and that knowledge made you so despondent, you felt like you could cry. But you didn’t want to ruin the moment, so instead you pushed on Jake’s shoulder, urging him to roll onto his back. 

He did as you asked, rolling your bodies until he was laying flat on his back and you were straddling his hips, his cock still lodged deep inside you. The ceiling of the truck was high enough that you could sit up, so you did, pushing on Jake’s pecs to put some distance between you and your favorite trucker. You began to ride him with practiced movements, taking the opportunity to watch Jake. 

Your favorite trucker looked deliciously devastated beneath you, his blue eyes glazing over as you rose up and sank down on his fat dick. His soft lips were parted, his chest heaving with heavy breaths as you worked your hips in tiny circles, clenching down on his length and fucking him like the pro that you were. 

Jake stared at you like you were a goddess come to life and he’d be more than happy to bow at your feet, a dazed look of pleasure in his eyes as they roamed over your body. His gaze drifted down from your face, watching your tits bounce for him, then fixating on where your bodies joined. You could feel his gaze everywhere he looked, your body lighting up at his attention, which only made you ride him harder.

“Look so beautiful riding my cock, kitten,” Jake rumbled, seemingly having found his tongue. His hands fumbled over your body, gripping your hips and then your ass like he couldn’t decide which he wanted to touch more, squeezing you anywhere he could. “And you feel so fucking good—fuck, kitten, I want to keep you on my cock forever, just sitting pretty and keeping my cock warm while I’m driving, fuck, even when I’m sleeping.”

“Mm, Jake, don’t threaten me with a good time,” you murmured huskily, planting your hands on his chest and using the leverage to bounce your ass on his cock. You knew from past experience it made men lose their minds, and Jake was no different. 

His jaw clenched and his hands pawed at your plush curves, his eyes rolling back in his head as he let out a groan that sounded like he was being tortured. “Fuck, fuck, kitten, you feel so fucking good,” Jake rambled, his tongue loosening the closer he got to coming. “Your cunt feels better than I ever could’ve imagined, ‘m gonna come so hard in your pretty little kitty.”

“Do it, Jake,” you urged, even though a part of you didn’t want your first time with Jake to be over so soon. But you knew it was better this way. You’d get him off and make some excuse to leave and you could go home and get yourself off while Jake’s come was still leaking from your pussy. “Fill me up, wanna feel you flood my little hole with your come.”

“Oh fuck,” Jake groaned, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he held you and fucked up into you so furiously, you would’ve lost your balance if he hadn’t been holding on to you. “You’re perfect, you’re perfect, I—god, I love you, kitten.”

Every muscle in your body froze and you sucked in a sharp gasp at Jake’s confession, your mouth falling open in shock as you stared down at your favorite trucker. 

Men had said those words to you before. They’d whispered them into plywood walls while you sucked their cocks and moaned other girls�� names. They’d murmured them into your ear while you gave them a lap dance, promising you jewelry and bigger tips if you broke the rules and let them fuck you. They’d confessed them to you in a bid to keep you in relationships that were toxic. 

But you’d never heard them from a man who treated you with as much respect as Jake did. You’d never heard them from a man you wanted to hear them from. And god, you’d wanted Jake to say those words—maybe not so soon, but eventually—because you knew you were falling in love with him. And the fact that he’d said it meant he’d made it real.

And you were fucking terrified. 

Even with how close Jake was to coming, he felt the change in you immediately. For a moment, he just looked at you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, his cock still hard inside you. As he watched you, you got the distinct impression he could see how scared you were of those three little words he’d said. 

Trying to conceal your fear with anger, you contorted your face into a scowl and hissed, “Don’t say that to me.” 

Jake sat up at once, one of his arms banding around your back to hold you in place while the other cupped your face, his thumb tilting your chin up so he could pin you in place with the intensity of his gaze. 

“Do you think I didn’t mean it?” he asked, his voice gentle and gruff.

With his blue eyes piercing yours, it was difficult to lie, but you managed. “I’m sure you only meant it because I was riding your dick better than any other woman you’ve ever been with,” you spit out with far more bravado than you felt. 

Jake’s expression shifted and he almost—almost—looked angry. His grip on your chin tightened, though not anywhere near enough to hurt. His hand was firm, unyielding in a way you’d never seen from Jake before. 

“I’ve been in love with you since the first time you called me Jakey and told me I have a perfect dick,” he said, his tone daring you to challenge him. “I’ve loved you since before I saw this pretty face for the first time, kitten, and I know you feel something for me, too.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, everything in your body telling you to flee, but Jake was holding you too tight so you huffed an exasperated sigh and rolled your eyes at your favorite trucker, pretending to be annoyed with him. 

“How d’you know I don’t tell everyone they have a perfect cock?” you asked in a nonchalant tone, your eyes cutting away from Jake’s as you shrugged. “Maybe I tell all my johns that so they’ll tip me better.

Jake’s expression softened, a grin spreading across his face, like he was amused by your antics. “And do you tell all your johns that you fantasize about their cocks while you touch yourself?” Jake asked, his tone almost teasing. “Do you finger yourself while you think about your other johns—or is it just me, kitten?”

Your mind flashed back to earlier that evening when Jake had visited you at the glory holes in Diesel Dolls and you’d been so turned on by him, you’d gotten yourself off while you sucked his cock. You’d never done that before, and you knew it was entirely because you were so attracted to Jake, even when you’d only known his cock. The fact that he was real and handsome and inside you made it impossible to ignore how much you desired him, your body squirming as need crashed through you.

Though you’d barely moved, Jake could feel the way you squirmed in his arms and he chuckled. “Mm, I thought so,” he rumbled, responding like you’d answered his question, which you supposed you had, in a way. He pressed his face close to yours and held you so you were forced to look at him, because he was all you could see. “You don’t need to say the words back to me, kitten,” he murmured, his tone so sweet and gentle, it inexplicably made you want to cry. “But I know you feel it.”

God help you, but Jake was right. You were falling in love with the ridiculous trucker, and it seemed there was nothing you could do about it. Tears filled your eyes and threatened to spill down your cheeks. It was so tremendously frightening to open your heart to Jake, even when you weren’t thinking about everything in your life that would endeavor to keep you apart. Your throat felt tight with emotion, like you were choking on all the feelings you didn’t want to feel. 

“Jakey,” was all you could manage to get past your lips. Thankfully, you didn’t need to say more because Jake covered your mouth with his own, kissing you so hard it stole the breath from your lungs. Your hips squirmed as heat flooded through you, the aching need of having Jake’s cock buried inside you becoming too difficult to ignore. 

Instead of letting you ride him more, Jake flipped your bodies until you were pinned beneath his larger one, swallowing your gasp as he began fucking you like he had when you’d first begun, in slow, firm thrusts. When you wrenched your lips from his, gulping down much-needed air, he didn’t let you pull too far away.

“Love it when you call me Jakey, kitten,” he rumbled, in between peppering your face with kisses, his goatee tickling your skin, “’cause I know it means you love me.” 

It felt like he was everywhere—his arms holding you tight to his chest, his lips pressing against every inch of your skin he could reach, his thick cock stretching your tight little cunt. He was overwhelming in the best way possible, and you let yourself give in to the moment, crying out, “Jakey, Jakey,” as he fucked you even after what he’d said about it meaning you loved him. 

The tip of Jake’s cock hit a spot deep inside you that had you moaning and clenching around him, and he groaned at the feel of your body squeezing his dick. He shifted his position slightly and made sure he hit that spot over and over again, until you felt like you were the one unraveling beneath your favorite trucker. 

“That’s it, good girl, take your Jakey’s cock,” he growled, his teeth nipping at your ear and your neck as he fucked you harder, feeling the way you twitched with pleasure in his arms. “Look so fucking gorgeous creaming on my cock—the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and you’re all fucking mine, isn’t that right, kitten?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, willing your lips to say yes, but all you could manage was a litany of your favorite trucker’s name, crying “Jakey, Jakey, Jakey.” You could feel the pleasure in your body coiling tight, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before Jake made you come. It felt better than you ever imagined, being with him, and you wanted it to last forever.

You could feel Jake’s smirk against your cheek and then his face was hovering above yours, his blue eyes nearly black with how wide his pupils had blown with arousal. It made him look nothing like the friendly trucker you’d met in the parking lot, but you wouldn’t trade in this unleashed side of Jake for anything. He wasn’t cute anymore, but he was so scorching hot, you thought you might come just from the way he was looking at you like you were his whole world.

“You gonna come, kitten?” he asked, his lightly teasing words at odds with the brutal way he was fucking you, his cock pounding into that delicious spot deep inside your cunt, his pelvic bone grinding against your clit every time he bottomed out inside you. “Gonna come all over the cock of the man who loves you? Gonna let the man who loves you come deep in your perfect cunt?” 

Jake’s words were your undoing. The tension in your body snapped as your release crashed over you, pleasure consuming every part of your being as you screamed your trucker’s name, “Jakey!” Your body trembled, your hands fumbling against Jake’s shoulders as you tried to cling to him, but he wasn’t done with you yet.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” Jake muttered, his hips rutting into you as he chased his own release while drawing yours out. “Ya look so fucking pretty coming on my cock, kitten—the prettiest girl in the world, gonna make me come, gonna make me come so hard your tight, perfect pussy.” He captured your lips in a kiss, breaking away a moment later to grunt, “Fuck, fuck, you’re mine, kitten, all fucking mine.” 

You felt Jake’s hips stutter against yours and then he pressed deep. His cock twitched inside you, and you knew he was flooding your pussy with his come, that thought making you moan deliriously. You pulled Jake down for a messy, sloppy kiss as you rode out your releases together, your cunt clenching around his cock to milk every drop of his seed into your pussy. 

You writhed together for so long that Jake began to shudder from the overstimulation, and he collapsed on top of you, forcing you to stop while he moaned in your ear. Even still, you kept your legs hooked around his waist, refusing to let him go. His heavy weight was crushing you a little, but you didn’t mind as you stroked your fingertips up and down hi spine.

Eventually, both of you settled, and Jake rolled onto his side, dragging you with him. He hitched your leg over his hip to keep your bodies connected, seemingly just as reluctant as you were to pull away from where you were joined together. 

But the realities of the world burrowed back into your mind, reminding you that no matter how much Jake loved you—and no matter how much you were falling in love with him—any relationship between the two of you was an impossibility. 

If Mr. Drysdale found out you’d fucked one of the truckers that comprised Diesel Dolls’ clientele, there would be consequences. Even if you weren’t fired, you didn’t want to learn what punishment Mr. Drysdale would come up with to make sure you never saw Jake again. There’d be no way for you to have a relationship with your favorite trucker, even a secret one, since secrets had a way of coming out at Diesel Dolls.

Once you’d caught your breath and thoroughly freaked yourself out with your thoughts about the consequences of your actions, you sighed softly and began to extricate yourself from Jake. “I should go,” you murmured, but the moment you tried to pull away, Jake pulled you in tighter against his chest. There was a light dusting of hair coving his pecs and you couldn’t help but nuzzle deeper into the warmth and fuzziness of him.

Jake chuckled. “Do you really think I’m done with you already, kitten?” he asked teasingly, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ve wanted to get you in my arms and on my cock for months,” he said, his dick twitching inside you as he began to harden again. “I’m not letting you go just yet.” He nudged your face up to look at him, a little bit of vulnerability swirling in his blue eyes as he whispered, “Stay the night. Please.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the way Jake said ‘please’, like he would be heartbroken if you didn’t stay. At that moment, you realized just how much trouble you were in. It would break your heart to hurt Jake, but there was no way things didn’t end with one of you hurting the other. Either you’d hurt Jake by choosing your job over him or he’d hurt you by leaving. It was an impossible situation.

Jake seemed to sense your reluctance, and he kissed you softly, putting his heart into the slide of his lips against yours. “Let me take care of you, kitten,” he murmured. 

You knew he was referring to sex, but a part of you suspected he meant more than that, too. You sucked in a soft gasp, wanting to believe he really wanted to take care of you, all of you, all of the time. But it was so difficult to believe. If you gave yourself to Jake fully, he’d have to really take care of you, forever. And you didn’t know if he was willing or capable of that. 

It wasn’t like Jake was some sort of prince charming who’d whisk you off your feet and carry you off into the sunset. This was real life, and he was a trucker. One day he’d leave, and, odds were, he wouldn’t be taking you with him. It wasn’t like he was asking you to let him take care of you for the rest of your life.

But if all he was asking for was one night, you could give him that. It was only one night, after all.

“Ok,” you murmured, kissing Jake sweetly, twining your fingers in his blond hair and rocking your body against his, fucking yourself on his cock. “I’m yours for tonight, Jakey.” 

You could feel Jake’s grin against your lips, and feel his happiness in the way he squeezed you tight. His elation was heady and you almost got lost in it, imagining yourself leaving with Jake when he went back out on the road. 

You pictured Jake rescuing you from Mr. Drysdale, fighting for you when your boss from Diesel Dolls inevitably protested you leaving. You imagined fitting perfectly into Jake’s life as a trucker, and eventually becoming his sweet little wife. You imagined being his princess while he was your prince charming.

But it was all a fantasy, and you knew that. You weren’t some princess locked in a tower by a wicked witch, and Jake wasn’t your prince charming. But for one night, you could pretend. What harm could it do.

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Silhouettes In The Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Epilogue

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: fluff, feels, sm/ut, dirt y-talk

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.2k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Sixteen

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Author Y/N Shares Pictures From Vacation. Ma’am Where Are The Shirtless Beach Pictures Of Bucky Barnes? Can We Peek Inside Your Phone? Pretty Please? 

Steve Rogers Shares Pictures With His Dog And We Cannot Help But Melt. Eight Times Our Favourite Blonde Man Gave Us Puppy Vibes. (Yes Even All Sweatered Up As Ransom Drysdale) 

Loki Laufeyson Spotted Returning To The Stage For Shakespeare. Shows Sell Out For First Month. 

Natasha Romanoff Shares Trailer For ITIMYIMDO Release Date Announced! 

Top Ten Moments From The Book We Wish Are In The Movie

Six Months Later

“Everybody please put your hands together for the Dark Prince of Hollywood,” Erik introduces to an elated crowd, “Bucky Barnes!” 

The band plays a beat as the curtains part revealing a grinning Bucky. He waves at the crowd making his way to the familiar couch. Erik and he shake hands and share a hug. The crowd still cheers and they watch as Bucky smiles, cheeks flushed at their admiration. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He says to the crowd sending them flying kisses. 

Erik gestures for him to sit and the crowd to calm down. Once things settle down the two men grin at each other. 

“So good to have you back on the show. How have you been my friend?” Erik smiles.

“Always happy to see you man, I’ve been good, getting by.” Bucky shifts a little in his seat, unbuttoning his jacket. 

“We recently saw you were on vacation,” Erik gestures to the screen displaying the picture of Bucky at the beach and shirtless. 

The crowd hoots and hollers, the crimson on his cheeks deepens. 

“He’s a taken man you people!” Erik feigns chastising the audience. 

Bucky chuckles, “My girl actually took most of the pictures.” 

“Tell us about her, we want to know how it feels for an avid reader as you to date an author?”  

Bucky takes a deep breath considering his words, his nervous gestures of fiddling his glove clad fingertips manifests. 

“She is listening, you know,” Erik teases to ease some of the nervousness. 

“I know, but the thing is I don’t know what to tell you because there is so much I adore about Y/N. Not just her skill as a writer.” Bucky explains, “We’re quite private and what we share online is just a little glimpse. A glimpse we control to protect ourselves and close friends.” 

“I see, how was the experience filming with Steve Rogers again? I know you did a cameo in his movie. So is it all water under the bridge?” Erik raises his eyebrows and the crowd ‘oohs’. 

“We’ve worked to revive our friendship, it’s good to have each other back. I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once; was one of the best experiences filming for me. I got to work with incredible people and amazing friends.” Bucky smiles in fond memory. 

“That is sweet, how was it working with Y/N? How did you go about it, an experienced actor like yourself and her debut?” Erik watches Bucky carefully for any tidbit of information. 

“It goes as any film goes with experienced actors and ones who have a debut. I was once a newbie surrounded by seasoned and far skilled actors. I’m immensely proud of how hard she worked to hone her skills. She wasn’t willing to take the role, but the team behind the movie and the test audience couldn’t see anyone else play the lead.” Bucky explains, he licks his lips before continuing, 

“She almost gave up, doubting herself, hell even I doubted myself when I took on this role and so many others. She rose to the challenge as she always does. I have yet to see the final cut of the movie but when I watched her scenes with others and even scenes with myself? She took my breath away.” He smiles. 

“On that note, you take a deep breath, Bucky. Everyone put your hands together, may I call upon Y/N Y/L/N, author, executive producer and now actor.” Erik stands gesturing with his hands to the parting curtains as you stand there smiling. 

Waving at the crowd you make your way to the centre stage. Bucky steps down reaching to you after Erik greets you with a handshake. 

You take Bucky’s hand as he helps you up the step, his hand on your lower back, a grounding gesture. You smile up at him, squeezing his hand. 

When you both sit down on the couch your hands are intertwined, he brushes his thumb over your quill tattoo. The two of you part hands. 

“Oh no you lovebirds keep holding hands we don’t mind.” Erik grins, you smile at him. The nerves that are eating away at you on the inside stay at bay. 

“My first question to you, Y/N. How much media training did you get?” 

You chuckle out of nervousness, “Um, quite a bit but it was mostly to speak more rather than keep quiet.” 

“It's funny. I got the same lesson.” Bucky adds with a laugh. 

“Well you both are damn reclusive and secretive.” Erik declares and the crowd agrees. 

“I mean we value our privacy, after the very public ordeal anyone would want that for themselves.” You defend politely. 

“True, true. Now what was it like being in front of the camera rather than your favourite device for writing?” 

“For one, I couldn’t wear my most comfy hoodie and curl up with my laptop. It was different, difficult but overall a memorable experience. I have newfound respect for actors and the crew that backs them.” You look down at your palms, “I remember one night all of us were hanging out at the hotel, playing UNO. Kate and I were still playing and the guys were off to one corner with Nat. The next day we went in and they did the sweetest thing for the crew, food trucks and other things. It was so very sweet. Our crew is one of the best. I knew them from when I was just an iexecutive producer. So it was nice seeing them rewarded.” 

Bucky is about to add onto the topic when Erik cuts him off,

“What about minimum wage and the horrible working conditions? Given the regulations and now with the writer’s strike?” 

“The crew working on our movie is paid more than the minimum, a good enough sum and timely payments. It’s contractural. The terms stated before signing on. Former SHIELD had the stipulation clause that the crew is paid first then the actors. The new house formed has the same rules applying.” Bucky recounts to Erik, “About the writer’s strike, indie production houses are agreeing to the terms and conditions from the writers, meeting them with everything required by them. It's the big corps searching for loopholes. As actors we support the writers.” 

“The production houses that won bids for my book adaptations have new contracts given to them which stipulate they can only use the filming rights if the writers have their demands fulfilled. I’ve returned advances and dissolved the film rights with two houses that rejected my demands to help respect the writers. Other houses who do agree will get the filming rights.” You explain, Bucky nods. He was proud of you. 

“What are you doing for your show writers Erik?” you ask the host. 

“I’ve agreed to their terms.” He says, “Of course I’m on their side, you think my jokes would land without them?” 

“That is good.” Bucky commends. 

“How was it working with Bucky?” Erik smoothens over the little rudeness in his tone.

“Oh god,” You look towards your partner, “Nerve wracking. He is immensely talented. I think Nat has a whole roll of tape that is me just so blown away by James’ talent that I stare at him forgetting my lines.” You smile sheepish, Bucky laughs. 

“Oh Nat doesn’t have it, I do.” He tells you. 

“Yes and we got a little bit of the tape.” Erik grins. 

You cover your face, “This is why I will not be acting ever again.”

“Aw, Feather.” Bucky pulls your hands away from your face just as the clips play. 

The dialogues are the ones from the trailer so no spoilers are there. You’re just staring at him, obviously overcome with emotion. You want to look away but every time you’re lost in his talent. Bucky brings you out of it with tenderness. 

“Oh and Bucky,” Erik grins mischievously, “Here you are getting absolutely floored by Y/N. Natasha gave us this one.” 

Now you watch on with delight as a camera is trained on Bucky watching you act and him completely taken by you and your craft. 

“It's the same look I have when I read her books.” He comments. 

“It’s true I’ve seen it.” You agree. 

The topic shifts back towards the movie and the story. A few more questions about what is next. The interview ends after reading a few thirst tweets for both of you. 

Bucky and you both are left red faced. 

“I can’t believe there are thirsty tweets about me.” You shake your head, getting out of your very expensive designer jacket and placing it on the hanger. 

The bed calls you both, tiredness of the interviews back to back seeping into your bones. 

Bucky pauses while taking off his shirt, “Feather, I’d write thirst sonnets about you.” He pulls you close, the dress underneath was with thin straps with sequins upon them. His lips trail along the strap and then the neckline over your breasts. 

You feel your nipples pebble in response to his teasing. 

“Bucky,” You breathe, your fingers carding through his now shorter hair, “I’m still mad at you for cutting them.”  

Bucky nips at your collarbone, leaving his mark upon you. He trails his lips up your neck. 

Shivers run down your spine, he hums appreciatively, when you tug on his hair for more of him, “It's long enough for you to hold onto, while my mouth devours my delicious pussy.”

You pull him closer, your lips brush against his, for a breath your lips stay apart and then his tongue peeks out, tracing your bottom lip. 

Bucky presses his lips to yours the need to taste every bit of you overriding every rational thought. 

Your curves decadent in his large hands, roaming over you. 

“You feel perfect in my arms, fuck you’re beautiful Feather.” He praises and you keen as his hands make you sit on the table. Your legs spread apart to accommodate him. 

In the haze of the kiss you tug at his hands, he gives them to you. Foreheads touching. You gently take his left palm between yours, slowly taking the glove off. Your lips press to his bionic palm.

Bucky closes his eyes focusing upon the feeling of your lips. No one ever showed his arm so much affection. Treating it as if it was normal. No difference between the flesh and metal. 

You repeat the same with his flesh hand. 

Then look up at him, “You’re perfect, James.” 

He presses his lips to yours once again, hands moving to the straps tugging them downward. 

The dress pools at your waist, pushed up as well to expose your thighs for him. Bucky bites his lip, hungry eyes raking over you. 

“Fuck I’m the luckiest man alive.” He says sinking to his knees. 

Nose brushing along your inner thighs. The scruff of his beard leaves a pleasing sting. 

Bucky groans against your cunt as you tug him closer by pulling on his hair. He loved it, loved when you allowed him to please you. 

His aching length calls for attention but the scent of you has his mouth water. 

“Feather, I’m a starving man.” He warns, your panties pulled down your legs by his teeth. You take him in, eyes dark pools of lust. Shirt half off his shoulders, the scars he carries beautifully on display. Thin blue rims eager for a taste of you. Lips kiss bitten and shining because of your arousal upon them. 

You moan, “You’re a fucking divine sight.”  

Bucky wastes no time, lips latched around your clit sucking upon it. Your moans and pleas are music to his ears. The taste of you floods his tongue. He groans, tongue greedily demanding more from your sweet walls. 

Two fingers curve inside you, while his tongue spells his name on your clit. Your lips part in a prayer of his name. Every fibre in your being tightening and then breaking, then being put back together for Bucky. At his mercy. 

He smirks as your arousal floods his mouth, he laps at your folds, your thighs shake and attempt to close. He growls, throwing your right leg over his shoulder and pushing the left to keep his access to his pussy uninterrupted. 

His scruff over your folds, his tongue teasing your entrance and his nose rubbing at your clit— you preen, words failing you, pleasure seizing you again. 

Bucky pulls away in the slightest, cheeks flushed and chin glistening. None of your erotic fantasies come close to this sight. Not one word you could ever write would do justice to the way this man, you man worships you. 

“Bed?” He questions, you nod. Your brain has yet not connected to your mouth, making him laugh. 

You hit his chest with a breathless huff. You push at his shirt. He discards his pants somewhere across the floor.  

Bucky carries you to the bed, settling between your legs, “I told you I’m starving and my cunt is fucking delicious.” He presses a kiss to your clit, just when you finally find a word to say to him. 

It dies on your tongue, a mewl leaving from your throat instead. 

Bucky moves his tongue against you in a way that has your hips lifting up from the bed, almost grinding over his mouth for more. 

“My dirty little greedy girl.”  He nibbles on your clit, your thighs shake, he only continues till you fall apart over and over satiating his hunger when he watches the mix of you and him, coating your inner thighs. 

Bucky keeps thrusting into you, gathering his cum and rubbing it on your clit you shudder, sobbing in the overstimulated pleasure. Your nails leave crescents upon his shoulders down to his bicep. 

“One more, I know you have one more in you my good fucking—,” he hisses as your walls clench around him, “Greedy girl doesn’t want to let me go is it?”

You feel the pleasure begin to spark across your body. 

“It’s your cock baby, take all that you need, milk me all you want. I’m all yours,” Bucky’s mouth descends upon your pebbled nipple, your back arches and his cock meets the spot that has you cum undone for him. 

Bucky watches as you still float in the pleasure, his soft kisses over your face, neck and chest ground you to him. You whine when he pulls out, he presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“Just two minutes Feather, need to clean you up.” He promises, covering you with the blanket. 

The little sleepy haze is broken when you feel the warm cloth cleaning your thighs. 

Your eyes move over his naked form, god he’s perfect, and so damn handsome. 

“Why, thank you.” He chuckles, eyes crinkling. 

Prettiest smile, you never want it to fade. 

“Never will fade as long as I have you in my life.” Bucky kisses your nose, “Yes you’re talking out loud and yes, you’re possibly fucked out. I’m proud.” He helps you sit up and drink some water before he pulls you close to snuggle.  

Am I speaking out loud? 

You hear his beautiful laugh, reaching up to trace his beautiful face with your palms.

“I love you.” You whisper to him, voice slightly hoarse. 

“I love you.” He replies, drawing you closer to his warmth. 

“I can't believe you’re the blanket thief.” You comment after a moment. 

Bucky loved to cuddle, so much so he hogged the blankets most of the time. 

“It’s a trick to have you not move away from me in the middle of the night.” He grins, tapping his temple. 

“Smart man, though your grip on me is enough. Plus you’re warm so I wouldn’t move away.” You let him know. 

“Absolutely not true this one time you did move away from me.” He recounts the first week. 

“I was sweaty!” You defend. 

“So was I.” 

“Bucky—,” 

“Feather—,” 

“Well I don’t move away now do I?” You raise a brow and he nods. 

“Water under the bridge.” He nods, “Now go to bed or Yelena will kill me for keeping you up.” 

“She’s going to kill you anyways for the lovebites and then our make-up artist will.” You giggle. 

“You will be on trial for the same thing.” Bucky shrugs, “I mean people wanna talk they will talk. Unless we give them something to talk about and do not speak about it at all.” 

“What is on your mind?” You ask as he reaches for his phone.

Bucky grabs his phone and sets the camera to the square orientation. Making sure only the two of both your lips, your love bite clad neck and his love bite clad chest are seen he takes the picture and throws a black and white filter upon it. 

And shares it on his stories. You look at him in disbelief. It hardly takes ten minutes before you see the silent notifications roll in and Bucky deletes the story. 

“Well we’re getting murdered.” You giggle as Sam’s face takes up Bucky’s screen. He silences the call and puts the phone aside.  

“Sleepy time now.” He declares, kissing you deeply. 

“I just pack a lot of colour correctors for them.” The make up artist, May sighs at the magazine interviewer covering the backstage process for the premiere. 

“Why?” The interviewer questions. 

May tilts your head so the gift Bucky left is visible. You blush deeply at the sharp intake of breath. 

“This is after three rounds of icing.” She sighs, slathering more colour correctors to cancel the red tones. 

“It isn’t that bad.” Bucky comments from his chair. May affixes him with a glare. 

“At least she kept her bites in non visible areas.” May still glares at you too. 

“You love us.” You pout at her batting your lashes. 

“Don’t test that theory too much.” She begins blending. 

—————-

You watch the live red carpet on the tv screen. Celebrities who were invited to walk the carpet of your movie. Your movie in so many ways than just one. 

The dress for the night is a play on Doll’s blue dress, the one you own. Now reimagined into a gown with a split. That reached your thigh. 

The neckline was off shoulder. The sleeves were full and it showed off your curves. 

You stare at yourself in the mirror one more time. Nervousness pooling in your stomach. You didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. Nor of Bucky or Natasha, Loki, Steve, Kate or anyone who worked upon the movie.  

There is a knock on the door, it opens with Loki peeking inside. He was wearing his signature colours, a deep green suit with a yellow pocket square to represent his mother. You smile seeing the gesture. 

“Hi.” He says, “Is it okay if I come in?” 

You nod, not trusting your voice. 

“You’re visibly nervous and that is completely okay. I’d be worried if you weren’t nervous. I threw up on my first co-star's shoes right before we walked the carpet.” Loki recounts with a laugh. 

“Oh god,” Your hand goes to your queasy stomach. 

“No, you won’t throw up on Bucky, or any of us for that matter. Y/N, tonight is the culmination of all of your hard work for getting your book out into the world. Tonight please try and enjoy yourself. Don’t worry about the reviews, the comments or anything. Focus on your family alright? We’re all focused upon you.” 

You pull Loki into a hug. He returns it with equal happiness. The two of you had become the best of friends as filming went on. Often pulling pranks on set which only Loki was famous for on any movie he did. 

“You’re going to do wonderful.” He murmurs before pulling away from the hug, “I’ll see you inside okay?” 

You nod, feeling much better. Another knock follows and it's Yelena telling you to head down to the entrance so the car can take Bucky and you to the premiere. 

Steve helps your mom into the car she was going to walk the carpet with him. The two of them had bonded over the course of time as well. Her healing something within Steve and him absolutely adoring her and even calling her Ma on several occasions. She loved having a whole roster of kids she had adopted. 

Her treatment was going well, the response was good. You all were hopeful of good news once the course of treatment would be up. The doctors themselves were confident at each check up. 

Steve turns to you, running over and giving you a hug. Before running back to your mom and their vehicle heading out. 

Hayden opens the door for you, you smile at him. Extremely happy that he would drive you to your biggest moment as well. 

Bucky stands beside you, he had a meeting right before the premiere. Needing to be in the UK in the next two days to begin his next project. 

“How was the meeting?” You ask once the two of you settle into the car. 

“It was good, they have accommodated my request to travel back and forth. I know you can’t travel because your book is getting read and your mom’s treatments are on. I’m okay with travelling.” He shrugs, stroking your tattoo with his thumb. 

“How did I get so lucky to find you?” You ask him with a smile. 

“You were a silhouette in the spotlight and I saw you. And only you saw me. That is all it took.” He smiles, kissing your cheek, “I don’t like how May covered up my marks.” He pouts cutely. 

“I don’t either.” You press your lips to his quickly kissing his pout away. 

The car stops, Bucky exits first, rounding the car to help you out. He fixes your dress, you fix the skewed lapel. 

“Remember what I said to you?” He says over the crowd and the noise that awaits.

“That, I need to focus on you?” You ask, he nods. 

“And also to be proud of yourself. This all is what you began all those years ago. Embrace the moment, don't let your nerves get to you. I’m right here but this is your night.” He kisses your forehead. 

“Ready?” He offers his hand to you, you take it. 

“Ready.” 

Flashes so many flashes, you pose with everyone involved. Loki, Steve, Nat, Kate and you absolutely love this one picture of you all with your mom, enveloping her in a hug. Her at the centre feeling all of the love. 

There is one picture of her patting your head. Another of her cupping Bucky’s cheeks. Another of her hugging Steve and patting his head. 

You take pictures with so many fans, signing books and posters. The entire experience was so surreal. Taking it all in you feel your heart burst with love. 

On carpet interviews questions, about the outfits, expectations for the movie. Any small bit of gossip, a whirlwind of faces, smiles and laughs. 

Once you cross the threshold to the theatre you sigh. Bucky presses his lips to your temple. 

“Do you want to drink something?” He murmurs, you nod. 

You smile at him, he always knew to watch out for you. He kisses your temple again before he heads to the table lined with food and beverages. 

A tap on your shoulder has you turn. A red haired woman stands there with a smile on her face. 

“Um, hello…” you greet, not liking her proximity. 

“Hi, I’m from TMZ. I wanted to ask you a few questions.” She explains.

“Oh, um the press docket isn’t until we get inside, you can ask—,”

“How does it feel to finally get what you want? I mean you did use your body for gaining all of this…” she gestures with her hand towards the event. 

“Excuse me?” Your brows raised and baffled at the notion. 

“Why are you surprised? First you’re associated with Steve Rogers then you conveniently get with Alexander Pierce and suddenly you have Bucky Barnes? Amidst that you falsify your clear consent as an assault by Alexander Pierce? Jeez, where is feminism with you?” She lists off and you can’t find the words to say anything to her. 

“I didn’t know we got together?” Steve tilts his head walking towards you, “Also Alexander Pierce did assault her and take advantage of her. It has been proven in court. You can look up the trial to update yourself.” 

“Also, Buck, remind me isn’t this MJ? The disgraced reporter? The one who was fired? What was it for?” Steve pretends to think. 

“For invasion of privacy, the only reporter with the most restraining orders. Currently breaking the one she has placed upon her by Natasha and myself.” Bucky adds. 

Steve nods towards someone on the side, two security personnel come in, grabbing her recording devices and making sure everything is deleted before escorting her out. 

“This is always going to follow isn’t it?” You ask both of them. 

Bucky bites the inside of his cheek, Steve doesn’t know how to tell you. 

“It will, but at one point your achievements will outweigh it all. He will be a part of your history, that history in which you helped bring to light his crimes and helped victims fight him.” Natasha says, “I’ll make sure she doesn’t publish anything. She’s been a thorn in our side for years.” 

“Thank you.” You hug her, “That helps not dwell on it too much.” 

“Yeah I couldn’t have said it that way.” Steve agrees. 

“Yes because you have all the stupid with you, punk.” Bucky teases him. 

Steve rolls his eyes, “Jerk.” 

“Last question to our author and lead,” All eyes turn to you. 

You nod, grabbing the mic, “Sure.” 

“There is a countdown on your author website, as of today it has changed to hours and right now it says two minutes. You haven’t explained anything.” He leaves it open ended. 

You waste a few seconds contemplating the answer, “Oh that countdown was two fold actually, it is for the premiere and well, my next book. A steamy age gap romance with mafia vibes…” You grin as the fans sitting in the audience cheer. 

“Do we have a name yet?” The reporter questions. 

“We do but that will be announced in a month with the cover.” You grin as everyone groans. 

“How spicy is the spice?” Another reporter questions, “I mean I was floored by the third book.” 

“There might be a bit more than that one.” You tease, “You should ask James though, he’s read a snippet of the spice.” 

Bucky visibly blushes, shifting in his seat. 

“Lucky ass.” Steve whispers into the very functional mic. 

Bucky runs a palm over his jaw, fixing you with a feigned glare, “I read the snippet and your favourite author and I didn’t leave her little study for a few hours.” 

A chorus of ‘oohs’ rang out. 

“What? We were editing!” He looks at the audience in feigned scandal, he turns to you, “You have spawned dirty minded people my little—,”

“James!” You cut him off. 

“I wasn’t going to say that!” He defends. 

“Don’t lie.” You narrow your eyes. He just grins sweetly. 

“Well, avoiding the truth isn’t lying…” He chuckles. 

“Alright that's enough, your moms are here.” Natasha says in her director voice. 

“Sorry mom.” All the cast sing songs to annoy her. 

“With that we close the press meet and the movie will begin in five minutes.” Maria announces. 

Loki, Bucky and Steve line up at the edge of the staircase, helping everyone get down the steps. 

“Men written by women!” A voice declares. 

The three of them chuckle but you wholeheartedly agree with the sentiment.  

Soon enough the lights are dimmed, and you all wait with bated breath to know what the thoughts are, you couldn’t stomach watching the final cut. 

Natasha, Maria and Nick are the ones inside. Joined by Sam, Kate and Yelena. The rest of you head to the hotel to hang out in the room back at the hotel. 

More than an hour after the premiere you all venture online. The hashtag is typed across several platforms. 

‘When you watch ITIMYIMDO you realise that the book was given absolute justice. It is one of those adaptations that you cannot complain about. The raw performance was delivered by Barnes, with Laufeyson being the understanding best friend. This duo is wonderful across all roles they play. I do not think any awards committee will ignore these two and if they do they would have to have some serious explanation to offer.’ – The TIMES

‘Debut Novel turned Debut Movie— Author to Actor and you can see the work put in by Y/N. Though some scenes where light hearted tones felt put up, her emotional delivery and comedic timing is stellar and worth exploring should she choose to shut down her laptop and cast aside the pen.’ — Vanity Fair 

‘Their chemistry in real life, though limited to the public, explodes on screen. Rhys and Doll make a pair that puts your favourite romance couples to shame. This is the modern romance we were waiting for and we got it.’ — Rolling Stone

@.imetbuckyonce: okaY LISTEN I LOVED THE MOVIE I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY SLANDER TOWARDS MY QUEEN Y/N. SHE IS PERFECT. BUCKY IS PERFECT. KATE IS PERFECT. LOKI IS PERFECT AND OH MY GOD WHY DID STEVE ROGERS PLAYING A BAD DUDE FEEL SO SHIVER INDUCING YUMMY?????? WHEN HE SAID THAT LINE???????

@.booksandbarneslover: @.imetbuckyonce I ABDOSLYELT AGREE IM FERAL FOR VILLAIN STEVE *LOGS ONTO AO3 FOR BADBOY!STEVE X READER* 

‘In Steve Rogers’ history of playing the good guy we have him play yet another villain and something about Hollywood’s notorious good guy being oh so bad it is a wonder to watch. There is no redemption for his character but we love him the way he is and the portrayal will be a feather in his cap.’ — Buzzfeed UK

@.stevierogers: IWUEEHNADJDOEOEJ STEVE

@.upallnighttogetloki: LOKI LAUFEYSON YOU ARE A DREAMBOAT. SUPPORTIVE BESTIE CHECK LOOKS AMAZING SHIRTLESS CHECK A MAN WRITTEN BY A WOMAN CHECK. FUCK I DONT HAVE A SONGLE BAD THING TO SAY

‘A good attempt at a book adaptation, however if a seasoned plus size actress was taken instead of the author in a pseudo-nepotistic manner this movie could be worthy of more praise. While the seasoned actors and actresses are brilliant to watch the movie falls flat when the debutant is on screen. Meh, Dolores would have been better.’ — Sharon Carter, HYDRA. 

“Of course she’d criticise you.” Yelena clicks her tongue. 

@.dolores: just saw ITIMYIMDO and honestly? Y/N fucking killed it. Jealous fuckers shut up. 

“And Dolores just defended me.” You look up from your phone. The opinions were across all spectrums. You just hoped it would be a success for the sake of the friends you made. 

Maybe even line up prestigious awards for Kate, Bucky, Loki and Steve. They deserved it. The recognition, the opportunity for more roles that made them happy. 

Bucky wraps his arms around your waist. Chin resting on your shoulder, watching you read praises specific to himself. 

“I think you should stop reading about me and read the praise about you.” He grabs your phone typing in your name and watches as you read the praise. Each word makes your chest feel tighter with emotion. 

“You did more than good, Feather. You are phenomenal.” Bucky praises. 

“Couldn’t have done it without you all backing me and being by my side.” You kiss his cheek. 

“Are we getting kisses for being supportive?” Steve grins, Bucky glares at him. 

“On the cheek, yes.” You giggle as Steve leans towards you. Bucky pushes Steve away. The blonde only laughs at his friend. 

Your man leads you to the small balcony overlooking the city. 

“You’re cute.” You kiss his jaw again. Bucky grumbles, protectively pulling you closer. 

“I’ll show you cute.” He warns hand moving the slit of the dress. 

“James.” You warn, but don’t say anything to stop him. 

“I’ll just taste you, I know you’re still sore.” He kisses the spot on your neck, “You remember that bookmark you got me?” 

You nod, breath hitching as he continues to kiss and nip at your neck. 

“I got you one too. I saw your tagged posts. You know I adore the edits your readers make for your books. I came across these bookmarks that double up as handcuffs.” He smirks as your hips seek him. 

“I’m going to cuff your hands, my dirty little writer. You’re going to look so pretty, dripping for me. Then,” He cups your breast with his right hand and  his left cupping your cunt, 

“I’ll fill you up with my cum. Keep you still cuffed and make you warm my cock.” He tugs on your earlobe.  

You moan softly, hips moving against his palm for friction. His words make you needy. 

“You want to know why, Feather?” He questions, hands moving away from where you need him, instead turning you around. 

His index finger tucked under your chin, making you look up into the most tempting storm of darkened blue, “Because while I’m gone, I want you to feel me.” He presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss. 

You set the pen down. Moving your wrists for a much needed break. The signing was successful. The display of your latest book is done wonderfully by the independent bookstore. Three months passed by in a blur, a beautiful, happy blur. 

Your phone was silent, save for the occasional texts from your mom. You frown, Bucky was supposed to text you. He had a day off from filming, you were worried he had fallen ill working himself too hard. 

Sam had told you to make sure most of the video-calls happened along with dinner or lunch. Bucky tended to skip eating out of his nervousness and body dysmorphia when scenes that required him to show his body were scheduled. You were proud of him for trying to push through the negative self talk and getting the help he needed. 

Some days all he wanted was you curled up by his side. Other days he craved for you to show him how you saw him. Your touch, your words, you being there for him. 

The line outside is welcomed in, doors opening after a brief recess. You pick up the pen again. Book after book and conversation after conversation. 

“Just give me a second please,” you request the oncoming person. You quickly shoot a worried text to Bucky as they place a familiar book on the table. 

You stare at the self-published version of I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once. Your eyes get misty at it, the book has sticky tabs and other type of annotations all across itself. 

You look up at familiar blue eyes. Bucky sheepishly smiles at you. 

“Remember when I said I haven’t read your book? I hadn’t read the publisher’s version. I have read yours and I want you to sign it.” He smiles. 

“What should I write?” You open the book. 

“I’ve written a question, just answer it.” He shrugs. 

You look down at his writing and back up at him. 

A watery grin on both your faces. You hide what you write, closing the book and handing it back to him. 

You watch him as he reads it. His eyes finding yours and your favourite crinkles by his eyes smile gracing his features. 

@.winnies: Hello Everyone! Winnie’s will remain closed for the next two nights in view of private events. We are open for brunch till 3 PM on these two days. Please make sure you have made your reservations and confirmed them. 

We look forward to serving you regularly following these two special nights. 

HEADLINES:

All The Stars Descend Upon The Trail To Winnie’s For Celebrating The Continued Success Of ITIMYIMDO! The Entire Crew Was Invited!

Awards Season Is Here! And The Nomination Committee Did Not Disappoint In This Year’s Nominees. Check This List Out!

Bucky Barnes, Loki Laufeyson, Steve Rogers All Nominated At This Year’s People’s Choice and Emmy Awards. We Cannot Wait To See These Men In Suits and Swoon! Here Are Their Best Looks Ranked!

The Women On Board ITIMYIMDO All Secure Nominations As Well. 

Clean Sweep At Securing Nominations In All Award Shows. The ITIMYIMDO Cast And Crew Overjoyed. 

Extended Scenes and Director’s Cut Of ITIMYIMDO Releasing Soon. 

Bucky Barnes and Y/N Y/L/N Share The Sweetest Picture Of Their Silhouettes At Sunset At Winnie’s. 

Insiders Say Night Two At Winnie’s Was A Private “Close Friends And Family Only” Event But We Have The Scoop!  

A.N.: thank you for waiting for this one, I'm sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you for all your love on my story.

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「 series collection 」

so you wanna read something with multiple parts? well, you've come to the right place. here are all of the series I've written all accumulated in one neat place topped off with a nice bow and everything

∼ gentle reminder that feedback, but especially reblogs are the way you support writers on here ∽

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long series

sunflower

spencer reid x neighbour!painter!reader, follows seasons 9-10

chamomile

spencer reid x bau!reader, follows season 6

daisy

steve harrington x private school!reader, very slutty stuff

plum

joel miller x former firefly!reader, very dark and angsty

fused with the foe

king!steve rogers x princess!reader, original fantasy world, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers

the wistful wyvern  

knight!bucky barnes x knight!reader, original fantasy world, ex-friends to lovers, forced proximity

soot and sparks 

blacksmith!peter parker x farmer!reader, original fantasy world, friends to lovers (COMING SOON!)

lilac

 lumberjack!frank castle x reader, the wholesomeness of running an inn in a tiny rural town

buttercup

matt murdock x baker!reader, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery

mini series

snowdrop

spencer reid x gideon!daughter!reader, pre season one + end of season 2

thistle

prince!james potter x servant!reader, set in the beginning of the 1920s

evergreen university

reader x various CE characters (Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Frank Adler, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen), slutty murder mystery

the night trilogy

bodyguard!bucky barnes x reader, ex!peter parker x reader, reader’s mom is the british ambassador to france

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

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Hey Val, how are you doing?

I was just wondering if you would be able to give us a little taster of anything you've written but not yet posted? I'm almost done binging all your writing 😢😢

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First of all, thank you for your support!!

Here is what I’ll do, I’ll post a few sneak peeks of Wips for either chapters or one shots I’m writing!

My Little Love:

“What do you say, Henry, should you have matching braids like your sister?” You joke as you comb through his hair.

“Mama.” He giggles. “No. I want my hair down.”

“Oh, ok. If you change your mind though, I can totally braid it.”

He laughs but pulls away while Lottie begs him to get braids.

“We’ll get him next time, sweet Angel.”

“Next time, mama.”

“Alright, time for shoes.”

You grab Lottie and head toward her room when you bump into Bucky who was dressed and ready to go.

“What is this about braiding Henry’s hair?” He was already giving you a suspicious look but the corners of his mouth were upturned.

“You next dada.”

Life, love and dancing with death

Civil War!Bucky Barnes x reader

A few hours later, in the middle of the night while you’re watching the world pass by your window you hear screaming. It’s muffled but you hear it. It dawns on you that it’s from the apartment below yours. Bucky was in trouble. Or so you thought, so you rush down stairs and knock on his door until it swings open. The sight before you is devastating. Bucky’s eyes were wide and distant, like he was lost in his memories. Sweat kept some of his hair clinging to his forehead and overall he looked terrified.

“James?” You called softly. “Is everything ok?”

He shook his head, eyes filled with unshed tears.

“What can I do?”

“Can- can I f-feel you?” He stuttered through the question.

“I’m here.” You reached your hand out and he took it before pulling you into his apartment.

Bucky doesn’t just hold you, no he clings to you. Desperate to wake up from his nightmares, to realize that he isn’t strapped to that chair anymore. You don’t know any of that of course and he isn’t going to tell you either. Instead he does something he hasn’t done in 70 years.

He kisses a pretty girl.

This is how it feels

Modern Prince!Ransom Drysdale x Reader

It was like breathing for the first time. Like seeing color in its true vibrant form. Hugh Ransom Drysdale, disgraced Prince, came to life the moment he saw you across the ballroom.

Ethereal and the picture of grace. A beauty beyond compare. As all royals there was an air of sadness that you masked poorly but no one seemed to notice or care. But Ransom saw it, he felt it in his soul. He had learned a long time ago that no one cared, especially when you screwed up and tore the family’s reputation to shreds.

If no one cared why should he? That was a lesson Ransom took to heart. It’s how he became the black sheep of the royal family and was practically a pariah. He was tolerated because his grandfather was King. He used his status as Prince to bed any woman he chose including the wives of foreign noblemen. At one point a war was almost started and even then Ransom didn’t seem to care.

Ransom watched as you were paraded around the ballroom by different eligible bachelors. It was clear that your father was using you as a bargaining chip and you knew it.

Love in times of war part 2

“I knew it was a bad idea to let her go out so soon.” Steve’s voice reached you but it was so hard to open your eyes.

“Too soon? Steve, she's been here for two months. You can’t keep her locked up.”

That was Bucky. They were having a whispered argument.

“It’s not about keeping her locked up. It’s about keeping her safe. She’s still the only person that knows the formula for the serum. Every agency and country in the world is going to come after her.”

“Steve?” You asked. Everything was blurry, all you could make out was shapes moving around and that caused you to panic. “Steve?”

“I’m right here. It’s ok.”

“I can’t see.”

“I know, it’s a side effect from the smoke grenades and the hit you took but it will clear up.” He reassured you while taking your hand. You breathed a sigh of relief at having him close.

“What happened?”

Oh Baby (might turn this into a 2part or mini series)

Single dad! Bucky x Single mom!Reader

Flustered, unsure and overwhelmed did not begin to cover the emotions Bucky was feeling as he walked into the room full of moms. A newborn strapped into the stroller and a backpack full of supplies strapped to his back. His long hair was pulled into a messy bun which allowed everyone to see how exhausted he looked.

“May I help you?” The instructor asked as she got closer to him.

“This is the class for parents with newborns, right?”

“Yes it is. Is your wife or girlfriend joining us?” The smile the instructor had plastered on her face was fake.

“No. I saw online that anyone could join. I have a newborn and I don’t really know what I’m doing. Thought I could give the class a try.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously as he looked around the room.

Almost everyone had a look of disapproval on their face which only served to make Bucky feel worse. He was out of his depth having to care for a newborn.

“Well it says that but this is really a mommy and me class.”

“Well the ad said anyone can join so where can I sit?” Bucky said with more confidence.

The instructor gave an exasperated sigh and opened her mouth to ask him to leave.

“There’s a free spot here.”

[nekoannie-chan]

Week 21 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 21 2023 or Week 177, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 21 2023:

 Fading part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @3mcwriting​ 💚💙

Imagine being Clarice’s foster sibling and reuniting with her unexpectedly (Clarice Fong, Reader) by @marvellousimagines​💚

High school (Lorna Dane X Reader) by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms​ 💚

Die Besessenheit 9: We’re going on a bear hunt (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat​❤️🖤

Imagine comforting Marcos when he loses Lorna and the baby after Lorna chooses to leave the Mutant Underground (Marcos Díaz X Reader) by @myriadimagines​ 💚💙

Daimon fic (Daimon Helstrom X Reader) by @chaoticcollectivenightmare​ 💚

Posing apple (Dark!Ransom Drysdale X Goth!Reader) by @deceitfuldevout​❤️🖤

Die Besessenheit Chapter 10: Dear diary (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat​❤️🖤

An even match (Dottie Underwood X Reader) by @ghostofskywalker​💚

My tears ricochet (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @3mcwriting​ 💚💙

Strength (Molly Hernández) by @writtenwordsoffic​💚

Die Besessenheit Chapter 11: Honeymoon (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat​❤️🖤

Hot stuff (Marcos Díaz X Reader) by @cactiem​ 💚

Being a founding member of the Mutant Underground and falling for Lorna and John would include… (John Proudstar X Reader X Lorna Dane) by @polyamory-imagines​ 💚

Fire & Water chapter 1 (Johnny Storm X Reader) by @chase-your-dreams-away​ 💚💙❤️

Die Besessenheit Chapter 12: Daddy lessons (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat​ ❤️🖤

Don’t give up. Please, don’t let them win (Clarice Fong X Reader) by @anotherimaginescollection​ 💚💙

Crushed (Andy Strucker X Mutant!Reader) by @trashmagines​ 💚💙

Fire & Water chapter 2 (Johnny Storm X Reader) by @chase-your-dreams-away​ 💚💙❤️

Die Besessenheit Chapter 13: Prince Charming (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat​❤️🖤

Tonight, I’m yours (Marcos Díaz X Reader) by @cactiem​ 💚

Imagine being in a relationship with Sonya and Clarice (Clarice Fong X Reader X Sonya Simonson) by @polyamory-imagines​ 💚

Fire & Water chapter 3 (Johnny Storm X Reader) by @chase-your-dreams-away​ 💚💙❤️

Die Besessenheit Chapter 14: And in breaking news (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat​❤️🖤

Imagine your crush, John Proudstar, protecting you in the batte (John Proudstar X Reader) by @marvellousimagines​💚

Imagine: becoming friends with Lauren and Andy when they show up at the mutant underground, and showing them that you can copy powers from other mutants (Lauren Strucker, Reader, Andy Strucker) by @myriadimagines​💚

Fire & Water chapter 4 (Johnny Storm X Reader) by @chase-your-dreams-away​ 💚💙❤️

Die Besessenheit Chapter 15: The end of an era (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat​❤️🖤

[crazyunsexycool]

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

Thanks for the tag @jen-with-a-pen

I think I'll also just do one shots because if not there will be too many WIPS for the list...

Boyfriend- Steve Rogers x reader

Good Luck, Babe- Ransom Drysdale x reader

The eldest Barnes- MLL Bucky Barnes x reader

This is how it feels- Prince!Ransom Drysdale x reader

Crawl home to her- 40s!Bucky Barnes x reader

Rewrite the stars- pre serum 40s!Steve Rogers x reader

With my life- bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x reader

The night we met- 40s!Bucky Barnes x reader

Castle on the hill- Bucky Barnes x reader

Slice of heaven- Chubby Baker!Bucky Barnes x actress! reader

Wild hearts- Steve Rogers x feral!reader x feral!bucky barnes

untitled-Winter soldier x reader

Too Sweet- Tony Stark x reader

Untitled- Daryl Dixon x reader

Love Bite- vampire hunter!Steve Rogers x Vampire!reader

Life, Love and Dancing with Death- Bucky Barnes x reader

Oh Baby- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Untitled- Stucky x Single mom!reader

Untitled- Tarzan/feral-Bucky Barnes x reader

Between Love and Expectation- Steve Rogers x reader

Glad I did it- Jake Seresin x plus sized!reader

Where or When- Steve Rogers x reader

The Captain, The Sargeant and the Spy- Stucky x reader

Dressed in White- Steve Rogers x reader

Freak- Tony Stark x reader

Someone New- Steve Rogers x reader

Untitled- Sam Wilson x Plus sized!reader

And this doesn't include the requests lololol 😭😭😭😭

No pressure tags: @talesofadragon @misguidedasgardian @littleseasiren @jobean12-blog @kayhi808

List of my WIPs

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

Thank you for tagging me @mercurial-chuckles @veltana @krirebr and @witchywithwhiskey

Here are my one-shot titles in my notes app. It would be far too much to include the series:

• Everything

• Werewolf Jake

• Vampire Ransom

• Intimidation Game

• Sick Day

• BC pt 2

• Ari Spit Kink

• Surf’s Up

• Stress nightmare comfort

• Strong, Sweet Blossom

• You’re Amazing

• Andy Gif

NPT: @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @peyton-warren @holylulusworld @buckets-and-trees @stargazingfangirl18 @stellar-solar-flare @astheskycries @nickfowlerrr @navybrat817 @delicatebarness @eccentricallygothic @crazyunsexycool

[georgiapeach30513]

Rumplestiltskin Masterlist

Andy was supposed to be your everything.  Until Ransom.  Ransom was nothing that you had envisioned.  Pompous, obnoxious, cocky, and downright mean.  When he captured you, you weren't ready to meet a faerie.  But was he really a demon?  And now you're indebt to him.  Tasked with marrying a man you didn't love.  One that deep down was really a beast.  Will true love and friendship conquer all?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Epilogue ⭐COMPLETE⭐

Drabbles

Branwen Barber, For Now

What If...?

Bring Lightness Back

A/N:  This is a bit of a dark fic, do not take this or any of the other stories from Into the Woods verse too seriously.  They’re smutty tales, and not serious.  Enjoy the beginning of the apples...

Journey Into the Woods

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 & 𝐿𝒾𝑒𝓈

Chapter III

Warnings: Language, Adult Themes, War, Fantasy Tropes Summary: Two kingdoms on the urge of bringing peace between their lands. A benevolent princess who finds music as a fun hobby and invests herself in books. And a belligerent prince who takes whatever he claims his and will soon be crowned for king. Relationship: Prince!Ransom/Princess!Reader

Prologue Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III

Huge thanks to @captain-a-rogerss to the edit of Prince!Ransom. Give her some love as always!

I don’t consent to have my work hosted on any second party, app, or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but tumblr, it’s been reposted without my permission.

Author’s Note:  Sorry for delay, I wanted to make this chapter extra special and I also had to gather information I forgot after a year so the plot and character don’t ruin themselves by my absence

The rest of the night felt like a total nightmare. The Thrombey’s and Drysdale’s completely forgot about the recent comments that you spoke lastly. You were lucky for most of the parts that they never mentioned anything else about you, but the feeling of having Linda’s son sending you a death look.  Not a single second made you think less of him. You were considered a better Royal than him. 

Without a significant other, you could handle a kingdom on your own.

Perhaps you didn’t want to take your father’s throne. If James was able to skip his coronation, could you do the same? Skip the princes and do something better than just sit on the chair and hear about the village's life problems when you could do something huge outside your home. Build homes for those who sit out in the cold. 

Royals always thought less for the poor. If Ransom couldn’t help, you were the generation to do it yourself. He would just have to stay out of your way.

You hear a faint knock on your door and the door creaks open. “Good morning, Y/N,” Brodie says, you turn away from your window, wearing your silky blue gown, giving your dear friend a smile. “Good morning, Brodie. What’s the occasion?”

She grins, “Your mother has insisted on having you downstairs. She would like to speak with you.” You fully turned and nodded. You were the first to leave your room, Brodie following behind. If your mother speaks about dinner last night, you would have to reason with her. And you know how much she loved the family. You felt like you were the bad person in the room when they came. But the real answer was the family. 

Even your town was afraid of them.

Your mother never knew about the incident of punching Ransom. If you did, she may lock you up in a tower. Your father had kept the incident from her because he knew her more than you did. She didn’t know the full reason why he sent you to that Manor. Your mother only agreed to it with no questions. You could hear your mother chatting to one of the maids as she sat at the long table. 

“Morning, Ma cherie. Je vous en prie, asseyez-vous,” Your mother says, you listen and take a seat right next to her. Her gentle eyes scanning the letter, she hums, “How was your ball, yesterday?” You peer up at her, finally grinning. “It was wonderful. I’m sure Angelica would have one for her sixteenth?”

Your mother nods, “Yes, of course. We would’ve done that for yours, but sadly your father sent you off to that manor,” She shook her head while you drew your eyes away, sheepishly. “Also, your father and I were talking about your betrothal. I’m sure that’ll come in a few months, don’t you think, ma cherie-?”

You reach for your face and sighed, “Mother, please, can we-” Her hand lifts up to stop you mid-sentence, “Ah-ah. Miss Brodie, darling, can you excuse us for a moment?” She asks. Brodie’s face beams up, bowing her head, “Yes, Your Grace.” Seconds later, you’re left with your mother in the large room. She taps your forearm, “Don’t touch your face, darling. Hands down.” You sigh, turning to her. “I can’t do marriage. I’m not ready-”

“Och. Darling, your brother was to be crowned 10 years ago and he chose to be with a poor lovely woman, your sister wants to be the fairest of them all and you… you don’t want this?”

“What I don’t want is having to submit to someone. Yes, I wanted to be queen alone, but I found something else-” You drop your shoulders, helplessly, taking your mother’s hand in yours to have her understand. It only made her shake her head, “This is what has to happen.” You lowered your head and shook it.

You hear your mother click her tongue, taking your chin, “The only reason we do this...is to have those who we trust to take our place. And you can’t do that alone. No one could,” She lifts your chin up to look up at her. She grins, “We’ll talk more later on. Go on.” You lifted yourself from your seat and left the room. You figured Brodie was somewhere else, so you headed to the stables just outside. Slowly meeting up with your shire horse, Oliver.

“Morning, Oliver,” You say, rubbing your hand down your horse’s back. Oliver sputters towards you as you add the saddle and situated it before getting on. You pat her side, “Let’s go down the river for a bit, okay?” You take the shank in hand and gently guide yourself down the small trail. Your horse takes you down the trail through the woods with flowers and bright green grass.

So much hadn’t changed since, the creek you remembered when you skipped rocks and dropped flowers, watching them glide down the ripples. 

The amount of bunnies you had in the forest. Your mother gave you a pet bunny once. You weren’t sure how the poor thing got away. Your horse sputters softly and you hear rustling in the brush. Your horse comes to a stop for you to look around. The sound of galloping horses filled your ears and people were shouting. 

Your horse lifts up its front hooves causing you to scream in fright as three men are chasing a couple deer down the trails. You couldn’t help but scowl. “Excuse me!” You call out, one of them comes to a stop while the other two continue to chase the deer. “Yes, milady?” He asked, his familiar uniform gave you the hint of a guard. 

The similar Lion button was on the front of his horse's chest and his sword was gold and the handle was a leather brown for grip. You hear another pair of horse’s hooves. “Head on, Francis. I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” 

“No, Your Highness,” You hear him say, turning his horse’s head to hunt down the deer. You turn and see Ransom on his dark horse. He ogled yours with disgust, “You know they do have smaller horses for your size. There’s no need to show your pride with that.” You roll your eyes and your horses circled around on the trail. “You know you’re hunting,” You say.

Ransom looks out to the forest and nods, smugly, “Yeah, it’s the season. I have a bigger family than yours, so I’m in charge of hunting.”

You scoff with a grin, “I know you wouldn’t hunt just for food. For your family, you’d call it a sport.” Ransom chuckles at that, lowering his head, looking at the back of his horse’s neck. The ways Ransom had when it comes to hunting, you’ve seen him do it in person. He disgusted you in a way. “And you’re on my land, I suggest you leave.”

Ransom lifts his head up, “Your land?” He asks, “Pardon me, but I don’t think after a day of being welcomed back, you don’t get to command another Royal to leave when you don’t have the upper crown.” You lifted a brow up, cockily, “Ask your men for their sword, I’ll show you.” Ransom’s gaze seemed to darken the second you said that. It didn’t change yours either. Your horses’ continue to circle and you look over to the field. 

“My grandfather always told me how much you beat him at Go. He said you had a lot of strategy. Takes years to master.”

“Why, didn’t you?” You asked, chin lifted up like you had the upper hand of being the tougher one here. Ransom halts his horse and so does yours. Your horses’ noses pointing opposite directions, you and Ransom made eye contact. His dark grin grew, “Even if I told you, I wouldn’t try it with you.”

“I know that’s your way of knowing I would beat you,” You replied. Ransom wasn’t always good at anything he did with you. Except that when you two first had your duel, he only became more of an imbecile. Translation: An Asshole. That day, returning after your incident with Ransom who’s probably feeding his family with Blood Elk they find in the Evergreen Mountain. Blood Elks are the rarest animals in the mountain, their red antlers are wide and tough that stories were told to scare children from running up there. 

Your father was a hunter when he was young, there was never a time where he didn’t have a hunting story to tell. The time he got bit by one of the most strongest bears in the country or the time he shot an arrow at an eagle flying in the sky. He initially taught your brother, James to hunt and eventually James learned how to skin animals and turn them into rugs or just even small things. James had a weird little thing for the anatomy of animals that he became very smart and learned the anatomy of humans, knowing the weak spots and fatal parts of the body. That’s why he joined a sport down in town facing mercenaries or other men who challenge on a horse and a spear. Jousting was his favorite hobby of all and he won every championship. Training his way into this championship in Winter, he is always out in the fields taking down sandbags in armor off a friendly horse chasing towards him while an instructor assists. 

“Darling.”

“Yes, mother?” You asked.

Your mother lifts her head up and smiles, “You're going down to the library in town, are you?” You look down at the book in your hands and close the book, knowing you could read another book. “I might.” Your mother puts her hands on her lap, “I wanted you to go talk to the florist, Miss Nora, she has these flowers from the Spain land, Chocolate Cosmos, so beautiful. You should grab some on your way back.” You then thought now you had to go, you can never refuse a Queen’s request. “Of course— AH!” A large thud hits the table and you look up to see a dead deer. You stand up, startled before you collapse into the arms of the same man you met, the boy’s face drowns with worry. “Are you alright, Your Majesty?” You glance at the deer and turn away disgusted that the deer's mouth was open not to your liking.

Ransom peered over the boy’s shoulder and grabbed him, “Let her go,” He growled at his Gillie and the boy helped you back on your feet and let go of you. Your mother and father were more impressed than uncomfortable. Ransom switches his tone, “Good afternoon, Your Majesty.”

“Ransom, I didn’t know you were still in the Kingdom,” Your mother says, your father grins and raises his palm. “I allowed him to do a little hunting for my men. They’re so slow when it comes to hunting deer,” Your father scoffed. You gag and the *Gillie boy turns to you. “Well, thank you, Ransom, this is the nicest thing you could do for us. Should we offer you a room? You look tired.” You shake your head, holding your hand to your mouth. “No, thank you, I have somewhere else to go for the evening.” Your father waves him off, “Thank you, Ransom, you’re welcome to take the deer to our butcher, he shall butcher it for dinner tonight.” Ransom bows a couple inches and turns.  *Gillie or ghillie is an ancient Gaelic term for a person who acts as a servant or attendant on a fishing, hunting.

The Gillie boy mutters to you, “You alright?”

“I’m okay–”

“Ben!” Ransom shouts, the boy flinches and gently rubs your shoulder before picking up the deer and struggles to carry it behind Ransom to the Butcher. You looked towards your parents and saw yourself out the door. You had your gown in your fists, angrily making your way through the hall. You hear large footsteps behind and you gasp the second you’re pushed against the wall. Ransom towers over you and grabs your chin with his thumb. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to see your face.”

“What do you mean,” You grit, trying to pull away from him. Ransom grins and looks down at your gown. “All these colors aren’t going to cover up your secrets, Y/N.” His blue eyes look deep into yours. “What are you?” He asked, your eyes glare at him, bringing up the similar voice into your head when you were little. 

“What. Are. You?” 

You don’t answer that and it makes him smirk, “The thing about deer is that their hearts aren’t close to their chest, it’s more halfway down above their stomach and below their lungs…” Ransom puts his finger on your stomach but you could barely feel it through your corset. “You either take the arrow and fire there–” He gently jabs your stomach, “–Or you take the arrow and strike it to the neck of its arteries.” He points to your neck and lightly pokes it. Stepping away, he smirks and watches you leave, lifting your gown to remove yourself from that hall. Ransom grins and turns down the other way.

 The next day, Brodie got you ready in a relaxed gown to go out into town, and two soldiers chaperoned you to the library on your father’s behalf. Brodie tagged along to help you find the flowers when you stop at the florist. If you were to throw yourself off a course of task, it’s a rule that your parents should know you went to another place. Which you wanted to visit the bakery. You skipped the library causing Brodie and the soldiers to stop, “Your Majesty, the library.”

You wave your hand, “I know, I want to do the florist first.” Brodie sighs and follows along with the soldiers who held their swords hilts in their sheaths. You could barely see their eyes but you can tell their lower faces were a curiosity of how handsome their faces were. You walked up to the small flower shop and saw an old woman fixing some flowers on the display. “Miss Nora.”

“Ah, Your Majesty,” She grins, “I know what you’re here for, the Queen asked for a couple dozen of Chocolate Cosmos, my son, Frances traveled to Spain and found these. I always thought your mother was more fond of blue but she has a unique taste.” You chuckled and paid the woman a couple coins, she was in complete awe. “Your Majesty, I can’t–”

“It’s between us,” You winked, the currency you owned was one of the richest gold. Carved in the coin was one of the first Kings of Saphir. The old lady thanked you so kindly, bowing and blessing you with a couple more flowers. Brodie helped you carry some of the flowers gathered in a basket and you made your way over to the library. The castle had a library of its own but there was more of history than there was of nonfiction. You learned to read French by your mother and there were common French books to read, especially Latin. Latin and French are not very distinct from each other but you wanted to learn Latin and many more languages.

“This book, here… Romeo–”

“Read that, already,” You spoke, searching through the books. Brodie steps over to another spine of a book. “Spy of the Stars?” Brodie asked, you looked over and shook your head. “Oh!” You peep, reaching into the shelf to pull out a book with a lack of writing and over worn. “Game Without Glory.” You began to read the first chapter and you began to feel already pulled into it. You and Brodie walk out with a couple other books and the soldiers stiffen themselves up when you turn to them, “Bakery, next.”

“Your Highness, we were ordered to take you back after your visit with the florist and library–”

You sigh and begin to walk towards the Bakery, “I’ll be quick, besides, I think my father would enjoy a tarte framboise.” Brodie tags along and without argument the soldiers follow beside her. The welcoming sign of the Bakery and the smell of French bread and sourdough filled the air when you walked in. “Stop eating those, they’re not for you! You’re lucky I’m making extra.”

“So I can have some–”

“Stop it, James!” The red haired young girl slapped the hand of the Prince. “Are you harassing her in her own bakery?” James turns still leaned on the counter with a grin. “Of course I am not! I’m just eating her delicious tart…” He slips another tart into his mouth slowly. Quinn rolls her eyes and pulls the pan of tarts away from him. James lifts himself off the counter and turns around, “What are you doing out here?” He notices the soldiers outside of the Bakery. “Ah, mom.”

“She wanted me to stop for some flowers but I wanted to stop for something nice.”

Quinn comes back out and brushes off her gown, “Would you like to take a couple rolls I made? It’s a new recipe I made.” You beam at her with delight, “Of course, I would love to try some!” Quinn smiles and leaves to go grab the basket. “Would you like me to take you back?” James asked, “I don’t like that they’re sending you off with soldiers everyday."

All you could ever do was smile, "I don’t mind them, they’re like friends.” James gives you a blank look and then nods, “Alright, then. Be safe back home.” Quinn came back with a basket of rolls and added some fruits on the side. “Oh, this is wonderful, Quinn, thank you so much.” Quinn grins and bows a little bit. “Of course, I hope you’ll like them and your parents, too.” 

You chuckle, “I hope not, I don’t want my father to make you into our bakery or something.” Quinn laughs and lightly touches James' shoulder. “I wouldn’t let him,” James added. Brodie picks up the basket of rolls and you sigh, “Alright I’m off, thank you again. I’ll see you another day!”

“Bye, Y/N!” 

When  you walk out, the soldiers close in to your side as you step down the stairs. On the way back was a chatty walk, you and Brodie were making plans for the day to check on your horse and as well the garden. When you got home, a maid rushed her way down the stairs, almost out of fear. “Your Highness!” She calls, she stops in front of you and bows. “The King has requested to see you immediately.” You asked Brodie and the maid to take care of the baskets and made your way to the Great Hall where your father and mother sat at, they were talking to a woman in a red dress and another man standing beside her and a smaller one just a few inches shorter beside them with his hand behind his back and the other in front of him.

You slowly walk up, brushing your hair off your face and fixing your dress. “Ma cherie,” Your mother touches your father’s hand and he looks. “Ah, look who showed up.”

“Hello, father.”

“You’ve met the Royals of Romania?” You turn and notice the similar faces from your ball, including their handsome son named Rafael. His mother grins, “We’ve been allies for many generations and I’ve come to an agreement that something should be requested and decided before next fall.”

Your father slightly leans to the side, “That’s a long wait, you sure you don’t want a decision immediately?” The Queen steps up once, “I know after the princess’ return every princess is jealous and every prince wants to take her hand and bear their child but I’m letting–” She glances at you, “–the princess decide what she wants.” You picked at your hands and saw Rafael glance at you with a small grin. “Very well–” Your father said, “I will give you a letter if there has been any changes or requests for this matter. There’s no other Royal Family I will allow my daughter to marry, but it is her decision.” You wanted to say no, but you were worried about the consequences of the arranged marriage. 

You don’t want to get married. Being sent off to a manor that is filled with more women you can imagine that are put through to behave and learn the way of how women should act. But it was different. You got the reality that there can be a change. You hate men. How disgusting and horrible they are, but there was a source of hope that one could come. But you don’t know if Rafael or Samuels are one of those men.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” The Queen bows, “Bringing our Kingdoms together can break the ideal of war between the others.” The King nods and waves them off, the King and Queen of Romania leave but the son stays and turns to you. He takes your hand gently by giving you a look of consent and you allow him to take your hand and kiss your knuckles softly, still looking into your eyes with gleam. “Do think about it,” His accent was so smooth it had you struck with thought when he walked away with his parents. Your father’s strong gaze ripped you out of the trance. 

“Father, I don’t know if you’ve heard but I don’t want to get–”

“I know you don’t want to, but this is the choice of life or death,” He stands up, “I don’t know if you’ve heard recently there’s a Royal who’s trying to get the throne. They call him the Royal of War. His whole Kingdom was destroyed into ruins by every Kingdom because their generations are considered the weak Royals, but now his last generation is him and he will do anything to get to us.” 

You realize, now. Marrying can stop war, your biggest fear was being in a war. The blood and the dead bodies have been haunting you ever since you heard stories about the Saphir Wars many decades ago. Your ideal of a world was peace. You didn’t argue back and nod once with a bow. “I’ll think about it.” Your father nods with great content and waves you off. 

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Royal Love

Pairing: Prince!Ransom Drysdale x Plus Size Reader (Medieval Royal AU)

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI Fluff, Angst, Body Shaming (not by Ransom), age gap, mentions of insecurities, medieval stereotypes, patriarchy, indirect mention of class difference, swearing, Smut.

Words: 4,233

a/n: This is my first Royal AU. When it comes to Royal/ Medieval AU, @speechlessxx is my inspiration. Also this is the first time I have written smut which I am very nervous about, don’t know how it is. Overall the concept was very exciting to me but I don’t know how I have done. Do let me know if you like this fic. Comments and Reblogs are most welcome.

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King Harlan was a kind ruler. He has reigned for a long time. Longer than he intended to. His oldest son Neil was supposed to take over the throne but he passed away before that. His widow wife and daughter still live in the castle. After his son passed away the king thought of making his daughter the queen but the patriarchal lords who had a say in the decision strongly opposed it. His daughter Linda would have been a great queen, strategic and confident and kind at times. Her husband though was a different case, thus in a way maybe it’s for the best because if Linda became queen, her husband would be king and that won’t be good for anyone. The only option was his youngest son Walter who he thought was incapable of holding the position. Thus King Harlan decided to stay on the throne longer. After a few years he decided that his oldest grandson, Prince Ransom was the best person to become king. He wanted to wait a little longer till the Prince became of age and was more responsible before the coronation. Walter was totally against this decision but he didn’t have much say in his father’s decision.

Currently, the news of Prince Ransom becoming the king in a few months has become the talk of the town. King Harlan feels it’s time for the prince to take up the position. There is some opposition to this decision, specially from few people who were in Walter’s favour but they are truly few in number hence it is decided that soon Ransom will be King.

(Y/n) has grown up listening to the different stories of the castle that involved kindness, occasional cruelty, and many many rumours. She isn’t someone to believe in rumours. Her parents have taught her well even with their poor economic situation. She is grateful to her parents and she started working at an early age. She didn’t want to get married yet and her parents were supportive of that. The two main reasons of her not wanting to get married were that she wanted to earn more and help her family first, second that she somewhat believed that no one would want to marry her. (Y/n) is chubbier than her peers, for that she has been body shamed by many. Growing up she didn’t understand what was wrong with her and why people made fun of her. She has always been kind and helpful. Still many people called her bad names because of her weight. Earlier she used to feel very insulted but over time she got used to it, accepted the fact that there will always be some people who will talk bad about her. Her parents though always told her she is very beautiful and will get a good husband one day who will love and respect her. She didn’t have much dreams regarding marriage. When her peers had romantic adventures, she focused more on finding jobs that earned good money. After becoming an adult she worked in the village for more than two years at a shop that payed decent. But now she wants a better job, plus a more secured on. Her efforts became fulfilled when she somehow landed a job in the castle as a personal attendant of none other than Prince Ransom or rather soon to be King Ransom.

She has to stay the castle thus she had to leave her family for the time. Today is the first day of her job. She is a quick learner and a hard worker but unfortunately for most other maids and servants, her appearance and her body is more important to murmur about than her efficiency. Since she entered the castle she has been hearing laughs and murmurs about how she looks while a senior lady who is in charge of looking after princess Meghan is introducing her to her duties and the rules of the castle. She ignores the others and focuses on knowing her duties. “The prince is kind most of the time except when he is angry, besides all your responsibilities his word is the last word for you unless it comes from someone superior than him. You are to make sure he is comfortable and do what he says.” the lady says while (y/n) follows her to the prince’s chamber. It is so big, she can’t believe this is for one person. (Y/n) nods and the woman leaves the room. The prince will have other maids too but it is her prime duty to take care of the prince. She is yet to meet the prince, she is nervous and hopes to do a good job. (Y/n) has heard stories about the prince and his beauty, so many princesses and royal ladies want to marry him but none has peaked his interest as of yet to become his queen, on the other hand he is quite the womanizer. Known to have multiple physical relations. She does the work she has been instructed to do, and after completing it she waits in his chamber. It’s quite late, will the prince not return today? is he with one of his partners? not that it concerns her but she is unsure of what to do. She knows she has to arrange everything for the prince, for him to rest for the day, draw him a bath, keep his night clothes ready, but what if the prince doesn’t return. Even though she hasn’t got any such information she is unsure of what to do, she surely can’t spend the night there but she can’t leave yet. She decides to go out to get some information about the arrival of the prince. Just when she is about to reach for the door, it opens with a light thud and the prince comes in like a storm into the room and into her life. A few men are standing outside the door, waiting for orders. He tells them they can leave now, they courtesy and leave. He has not yet totally looked at her, he is at the door. He shuts the door after the men leave and is about to turn around when a sudden wave of nervousness hits (y/n). She hasn’t really cared about how she looks and tries her best to not get hurt at the insults thrown at her but what if the prince is disgusted with her? what if she loses her job even before she gets to prove herself just because of the way she looks? He turns and she bows down in a courtesy. “Your highness I am your new personal attendant” He hasn’t said anything and she is nervous to stand up and look at him. “I see” he finally says. She stands straight and they finally look at each other properly. She knows she is not supposed to look eye to eye with the prince for a long time but she cannot help it. The stories about his beauty do no justice to him, he is quite the sight. There is a slight smirk plastered on Ransom’s face which she almost fails to notice.

“I will quickly draw a bath for you my prince” she is about to go to the bath when his voice stops her. “What did you just call me?” Is that anger in his voice? She is not sure. She quickly starts apologizing. “Please forgive me your highness I-“ Ransom too cannot exactly comprehend whether he is angry or not. ‘My prince’, no one has called him that before, he should be angry about not being addressed properly but he is not, he likes it. “No, it’s alright, you can call me that.” She doesn’t know what to say and decides to nod and focus on her work.

His royal bath is beautiful and smells so nice. She arranges everything and he comes in. She is about to leave when he calls out for her. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” the prince is surprisingly nice to her, even though he is known to be kind, at times he can be quite rude with the help. She looks at him when he lifts his hand to side and points at his clothes. She is supposed to disrobe him. A sudden blush creeps up her face at that thought. “I am sorry your highness I’ll do it right now” she goes to disrobe him. He looks at her face, hard at work, trying to look professional, trying to not get nervous. “No, call me that” she looks up at him, almost losing herself in his blue eyes. “Yes my prince”. He smiles with approval.

As he enters in the bath she excuses herself to come back with a towel and fresh set of clothes. All this while trying to avoid looking at him and his body.

She is done for the day and ready to retire to her much smaller chamber. “Wait” he stops her. “What’s your name?” She was told not to talk much about her unless asked, mostly the royals didn’t care about knowing about the help. “(Y/n)” she answers. He nods and she leaves. Well it was quite an interesting first day.

A month has passed. Ransom and (Y/n) have got into a nice rhythm. She does her job efficiently and he is kind to her. He Informs her when he won’t come back for the night, sometimes accompanied with a smirk as if to make it even clearer why. She is dutiful and efficient. Within a month she has grown a little attached to the prince, she tries to ignore it but can’t, one night the prince asked her to stay a little longer and decided to have a little chat with her. He talked about his life and how it’s going to change when he is king, he asked about her and her life. Another day he was really angry for some reason and that was the first and only time yet he yelled at her, she didn’t do anything wrong, he was just very angry. Later he indirectly apologized to her.

Everything is going smoothly. It’s (y/n)’s birthday today, which she had mentioned once to Ransom, but she never expected him to actually remember it, he brought a small necklace for her which is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. “This is too kind of you my prince but I don’t think I can take this”. she says politely. “You can and you will, it’s for you.” the little dominance in his voice suddenly hit her some way she hasn’t experienced before. She accepts his gift. “Thank you so much for this it’s so beautiful, thank you.” Ransom looks at her expressions, so happy because of a necklace. But it isn’t just a necklace, it’s his gift, him who matters so much to (y/n) more than she would like to admit.

He goes about his work for the day, she feels giddy and starts working. She has a constant smile on her face. She decides to wear the necklace in the evening, a better dress for that day, nothing compared to what the royal ladies wore but it was nice. She is waiting for him to return to show him that she is wearing the necklace. Someone storms in his chambers and it’s not him.

She is about to speak when the lady speaks, seems to be a royal from her appearance, tall, beautiful, fancy clothes, she is not from this castle though, (y/n) has never seen her before.

“Don’t you have the basic etiquette to bow down before a royal lady?” she is arrogant. (y/n) bows down. “I am sorry my lady, but I wasn’t informed about the prince having a guest in his chambers tonight” the lady scoffs at her words. “Oh I am sorry no one informed you little miss, considering you are so significant.” her words are harsh. (y/n) tries to speak again but she is interrupted. “Leave at once you good for nothing servant, the prince and I will spend the night together.” (y/n) knows the prince’s word is the last word for her and unless he tells her to go she can’t. “Looks like you are deaf. I am talking to you, you fat bitch, I said get out of this room now.” she apologizes to the lady and says she can’t until Prince Ransom tells her. “I am soon to be the new queen you better listen to me or I’ll have you fired.” (y/n) is yet to process her words. The new queen? The prince is getting married? Of course he will get married eventually but so soon?

“God I have no idea how the prince deals with you, you’re dumb and disgusting to look at. I said fuck off bitch.” why is this lady being so rude to her? why are her words affecting her so much, is she only affected by the words or the new information about Ransom’s marriage is also to blame? The lady comes up to her to say something when she spots the necklace. “Where did you get this? Did you steal it? a poor commoner like you cannot afford it for sure then how did you get it?” (Y/n) isn’t someone to get easily nervous or threatened but right now she is very vulnerable and emotional thus her words affect her more. “T-the prince gave it to m-me” she doesn’t look her in the eyes. The lady laughs dryly. “Why would he give anything to someone like you? it’s not like you’re pretty to gain his interest, so why? This necklace is too pretty to belong to someone like you.” the lady is about to touch the necklace when Ransom comes in. “Stay away from her”. Both women stand to find Ransom fuming. “How dare you come to my chambers without my permission?” She tries to feign innocence and tries to suck up to Ransom “Ransom I came to give you a surprise, thought we could spend the night together.” she says in a seductive manner which makes (y/n) look away. “Firstly you will address me as ‘your highness’ and secondly get out of my chamber” she tries to object but the prince is not ready to listen “I was trying to be civil all this while but it ends now, let me be very clear that I will never agree to this marriage and I will make sure the king knows about it.” She huffs and storms out of the room.

(Y/n) keeps standing there with tears in her eyes, touching the necklace as if to protect it. “(Y/n)?” she still doesn’t look at him, in fact she starts crying. Ransom rushes up to her. He touches her shoulders gently, this the first time he has touched her. “Don’t cry (y/n), she is gone.” Ransom rubs her shoulders gently while she sobs “S-she said I stole the necklace and w-was about to take it off” she says in between sobs “I would have got you another one” he says with promise in his words. “But I love this one, this necklace means so much to me, I don’t want to lose it ever.” Ransom is taken aback, she is crying because she was scared to lose the necklace, his gift. “It does look very pretty on you” His words work as magic as she gradually stops crying, but suddenly she takes in his words and becomes aware of his touch. It’s so comforting, she doesn’t want him to remove his hands, they are so warm. But she knows her place very well to think about anything else. She moves back from his touch and bows down with an apology. “I am sorry my prince, I- I got emotional.” Ransom moves closer again “I understand, in fact I am happy that you like the necklace so much.” he looks at the necklace sitting on her neck. He used to think she can’t look any more beautiful than she already is but the necklace, his gift, made her glow even more. “Of course, you gave it to me, I love this necklace so much.” she smiles with faded tears still visible in her eyes.

“Look I don’t know what she said to you but remember you’re good at your job and you’re kind. Don’t think she is better than you just because she has royal blood. You work hard to earn for you and your family, you’re strong and kind. If she has insulted you then I’m sure none of it is true, you’re so nice (y/n)” She takes in his words. “She called me inefficient which I know I am not,but” Ransom raises his eyebrows as if to ask ‘but what’? “but she also said that I don’t look good and disgusting to look at, which is true, no matter how much I try to ignore it, my weight and my appearance have always awarded me with insults. I try not to think about it but if all these people are saying that I look bad then it must be true.” She starts crying again. “Well if all these people are saying that then they are nothing but ignorant idiots” he says as he moves closer to her and wipes off her tears. She is surprised at this action. “The things I am going to say next are something that won’t be very princely of me and won’t be very professional, but seeing you like this, being so close to you, I know if I don’t say them I’ll regret it later and I don’t want to.” He stares into her eyes.

“(Y/n) you’re one of the most beautiful women I have ever met, what makes you more beautiful is your kind heart. I have never had friends, neither am I close to my cousins or other relatives except my grandfather, but it changed when I met you, I got close to someone I least expected to. You’ve made me kinder, I was sometimes quite rude to the help, but listening to you talk about the struggles of people made me softer to them. This is just one of the thousand things I have learned from you. You’ve made me a better person. You are my friend even though what I feel for you is not completely platonic. A part of me wants to wrap you in my arms and just hold you there and feel your warmth. Another part of me wants to feel your warmth in a different way. If you think I didn’t notice your blush the first time you disrobed me you’re wrong, if you think I don’t notice your smiles and giggles when I appreciate your work you’re wrong. I don’t know if you feel what I feel for you but all I know is that I care about you more than I have ever cared about anyone. I want to protect you. I want to be with you, (Y/n) I love you.”

He stops after that heartfelt monologue and takes deep breaths waiting for (Y/n) to say something. “My prince you’re soon to be king I can’t possibly be someone you can love, I am a nobody” she looks away. “Look at me” she does “You’re not nobody to me, you’re very important to me, even with this big family I have always felt alone, but not with you, your companionship means a lot to me. All I ask from you is that if you return my feelings then tell me now, don’t think about anything I’ll take care of everything, just tell me if you love me too, because I feel that you do even if I am not good enough for someone as amazing as you, please (y/n) tell me.” He pleads with his words and with his eyes. “My prince, I don’t know in what way you’re not good enough for someone like me who is unworthy in every sense, I trust you and your words still it’s hard for me to believe that you can love me. If you want to know my feelings then yes, I love you. I love you very much, but I am afraid my feelings are unworthy just like me.” he can’t believe she thinks so, it’s true she isn’t a royal but that is not what makes a person worthy. “I have met many royal people my whole life and not half of them are as worthy as you. Tell me do you love me because of my title or because of who I am” he holds her hand. “Because of who you are.” he places a soft kiss on her hand “Then how can you expect me to not love you just because of your position? I love you because of who you are.” She smiles at that. How much he loves to see her smile. “What are you looking at?” she asks. “You.” he replies. She blushes at his words. He can’t control anymore, he takes her face in his hands and kisses her. The kiss begins as soft and romantic but it soon gets heated and she stops. “My prince what does this mean for us?” that’s right, they are now ‘us’. Ransoms cups her cheeks, “It means I want to make you mine if you give me permission.”

She understands the meaning behind his words and her cheeks get heated. “I want to be yours my prince but what then?” she is sure his family will be against this. “Once you’re mine, you’re mine, I won’t let anything or anyone come between us.” she mentions her worries about his family to which he says “I am going to be the King, my love, I will get to choose who I want and I will make sure it’s you. No matter what we will be together.” (Y/n) feels reassured at his words even if she is nervous, all she knows she won’t give up on the man she loves, she will fight for him if needed. He pecks her forehead.

“Make me yours then my prince”

“As much as I love to hear that, call me Ransom.”

He says and he captures her lips again. (Y/n) has never felt so good before in her life, she has never been intimate with someone till now. She is nervous but eager with anticipation. Soon she is thrown on the large bed and Ransom climbs on top of her. “You want this my love?” She nods, he proceeds to disrobe himself. When he reaches for her clothes she holds his hand as if to stop him. “I have never done this before, what if you don’t like what you see, my body isn’t very attractive.” He smiles and continues to disrobe her. “I am sure I would love what I see, and I can’t wait.”

There she lies bare in front of her, wearing only the necklace he gave her. she tries to cover herself but he stops her, he cannot stop looking at her body, all her curves, her soft belly, she is so beautiful. “I am going to pay attention to every inch of your beautiful body my love, just relax for me” He starts kissing her inch by inch, touching her everywhere. Both of them bare and so close to each other like never before.

He kisses down his way through her body paying attention to her chest and belly which makes her make the most beautiful sounds that feels like music to his ears. Ransom has been with many women before but this is different and special, it’s not just lust, it’s love. He can’t wait to taste her and before he does he looks into her eyes and says “I almost forgot to say it, happy birthday my love.” and with that he reaches for her most intimate place with his mouth, taking his time to feel her, how she moves beneath him, how her moans fill up the room, how she tastes. She has never felt this pleasure before. Soon it’s too much for her and she reaches her high which is a complete foreign feeling to her. Ransom looks at her face and admires her. He takes care of her and is gentle with her.

When he is inside her it feels like they were meant to be together. Their bodies and their hearts form a bond together. Ransom makes sure to be as gentle with her as possible, he doesn’t want to hurt her. They fall into a nice rhythm, seems like they always do. They don’t talk anymore just look into each others eyes taking in the moment, the movement of their bodies and the pleasure. They reach their high together. Ransom releases inside her making her his forever, he quickly kisses her, their tongues dancing as if to express their love for each other. When they come down from their high Ransom is about to go get something to clean them when she holds his hand, she doesn’t want him to go away. “I am right here my love, let me just clean us up alright?” he kisses her forehead and brings in a cloth to clean up. He soon comes to the bed again, the bed they made love in for the first time. Ransom holds her close to him. “Mine.” he says. She smiles tiredly and kisses his cheek. “I love you Ransom” “I love you (Y/n)”. They drift off to sleep knowing that no matter what, they have each other.

[sylvie-writes]

Roi de Coeur Masterlist

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊!𝕽𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖒 𝖝 𝖁𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖗!𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: One fateful day, Prince Ransom, under the order of his mother, comes to visit your village where the lower class of the kingdom resides. For years, your people have protested that the village and its residents are becoming forgotten. Going to hear their pleas once more, Prince Ransom meets (y/n), a young, and very opinionated woman. Looking to finally listen to the cries of despair, the Prince enlists her help, as she represents her people in front of the nobility. Over time will her anger for the prince grow, or will it blossom into something more? thank you @memissbee​​ for the idea!!

𝕿𝖔𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 ����𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 30k

𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝖘: thank you @firefly-graphics​ for the dividers and banners that will be used throughout this story! 

Additionally, this series is most definitely gonna be historically inaccurate, but it will make sense nonetheless. This is fanfic, not history class.

Thank you so much to everyone who’s waited over a year for this. I’m so glad it’s finally here! 

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖆𝖙 10 am ET 

"𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊" 𝕾𝖔𝖓𝖌

𝕻𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕭𝖔𝖆𝖗𝖉 (𝖁𝖎𝖘𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘) Please take these visuals with a grain of salt. They aren't exactly accurate to the story, but close enough to give you a physical picture. (example: some of the pictures are more well off, but just use your imagination a bit.) I’m sure you all get the picture!

♕ Une.

♕ Deux.

♕ Trois.

♕ Quatre.

FIN. 1/24/22

𝕺𝖓𝖊-𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

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Hell Bent: 7 Princes of Hell Masterlist

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One Shots Masterlist | Full Masterlist

|| A series of correlated one shots within the same AU and with the same Reader. ||

Summary: Only two things are known of the head of the most notorious and oldest Mafia clan. One, they grant favors to any soul brave and desperate enough for a price that was not known. Two, they are known only as Hades. What is your deepest desire? Are you ready to make a deal with the devil?

Fandoms: cross over madness

Warnings: 18+ ONLY SMUT CONTENT. (more to follow)

!!READ THE WARNINGS ON EACH

7 Princes of Hell:

Introduction to the Lore

Lucifer (Pride) - Andy Barber x Reader

Beelzebub (Gluttony) - Dean Winchester x Reader

Asmodeus (Lust) - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Leviathan (Envy) - Spencer Reid x Reader

Belphegor (Sloth) - Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Mammon (Greed) - Billy Russo x Reader

Satan (Wrath) - Steve Rogers x Reader

Drabbles and Shorts:

Sneak Peek at the first Prince

[starryevermore]

the bed you made ✧ ransom drysdale

welcome to angst city™ writing challenge masterlist | angst city™ library | send in a request (consult request faqs first)

this is my entry for my welcome to angst city™ writing challenge.

pairing: prince!ransom drysdale x fem!reader

prompts: let’s add a tiara (royal au) + second floor (fake relationship) + chris’s pretty boys: ransom drysdale

summary: in which two idiots get married.

word count: 2,332

warnings?: honestly this could have fit on a lot of the apartment floors but idk we’ll just go with the one i put down, fake relationship, one of them caught feelings, angst, not proofread

You eyed Ransom Drysdale, Prince of Cruorvina* and Heir to the Thrombey Throne, as he made his way to the top of the ornate staircase. He’d just left his chambers at the far end of the hallway where no one could see him unless they happened to be facing the hall, slightly disheveled, smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes as he passed a mirror. You pretended to not notice the way one of your personal maids was sneaking out as attention zeroed in on Ransom. Instead, you gave him your most diplomatic smile, linking your arms with him as you walked down the staircase together. 

“My maid?” you asked, voice low so only he could hear. “Why not harass one of Meg’s? Or your mother’s? Or your own?”

“Because none of them get quite as agitated as you,” he said. God, you just wanted to slap the smirk right off his face. But you held back. You were not the type of woman to make a scene in public, much less at your own wedding. You still had expectations to live up to. “Remember, this is only to get my parents off my back.”

“I’m aware. But this has gone further than I thought it would. If I recall, you said this would only last as long as it would take for you to find your own bride. And yet...”

“Don’t complain. You are to be Queen. Any other woman would be grateful.”

“Then you should’ve chosen another woman to have gone through with this. I wanted to marry for love. You knew that. And I thought I still had the chance, because you said it would never get this far. I was a fool for trusting you,” you said. By then you reached the center of the ballroom, and Ransom pulled you close to his chest, a waltz beginning, marking your first dance as a married couple. “It matters not. How soon are we expected to produce an heir?”

“Within the year.”

A year of having be in bed with him. A year of fucking him when you had wanted to save yourself for someone you loved. Well, you supposed you had. You had just always thought the man you married would love you back. 

“Very well. And the spare?”

“Within three years.”

“And after that?”

“You will be free to do as you please,” he said. “Within reason, of course. You will still be my wife, you will still reside within the castle. But you will be able to take lovers after that.”

“But I assume you won’t provide the same courtesy.”

He almost looked offended. But why should he be? He’d already made it abundantly clear that he was not going to be loyal to you. Hell, he’d even snuck off just after your vows to get his dick wet. What right did he have to act like you were acting unreasonably? “Y/N...”

The waltz ended, and you pulled out of his arms to sink into a curtsy. “I need to go freshen up,” you said as you rose back to a standing position. “Think you can handle entertaining the guests until I get back?”

“I—” He started to say something, but he cut himself off quickly, changing directions so quickly it almost made you wonder if you imagined that he was going to say something else. “Of course.”

You turned away, stepping through the crowd, smiling at the dignitaries you passed by, pausing for moment to thank King Harlan for providing the funds to allow for such a marvelous wedding, before you finally made it to the solitude of the powder room. Your lady’s maid, Liliana, followed after you, closing the door behind her and locking it for privacy.

“Is everything alright, my lady?” Liliana asked. 

“It does not matter if it is or isn’t,” you said, leaning against the counter. “What’s done is done.”

This was not the life you would’ve chosen. At the start of the social season, you were the daughter of a duke, looking for a man to wed. Now, you were the woman who would be queen. Oh, if only you had said no when Ransom proposed his deal to you. Things could be so different now. 

As the future heir to the throne, Ransom was expected to marry and the sooner the better. Harlan was not expected to live much longer, and rumor had it that a condition in his will said that Ransom must be the one to take the throne. That he’d changed the laws so that Linda would be skipped over entirely. Should that be true, Ransom would have to wed soon, to start having children soon. And, the almighty bachelor had no interest in marriage. 

He came to you, the daughter of one of Harlan’s favorite dukes, to play the part of an interest woman. He wanted his family off his back, he’d said. If he showed that he was trying, they would leave him be. And, if you had a prince interested you, your marriage prospects would increase exponentially as people try to win your favor. Thinking that it wouldn’t last long, you agreed.

But you played your part too well. While the rest of his family delighted in ripping you to pieces, you’d somehow won Harlan’s favor. He gave Ransom no choice. Ransom was to marry you. 

“Maybe he’ll grow to care for you,” Liliana said. 

“Don’t be a fool. He’s a Drysdale. He wouldn’t know emotions if they slapped him in the face.” You shook your head, glancing up at the mirror, shame building up in the pit of your stomach as you looked at the tears welling up in your eyes. “This isn’t a marriage of love. It’s not even a marriage of convenience. It’s a marriage of fools, and I’m trapped. I can’t do anything. If I left, he’d be fine but I’d be ruined. I don’t have a choice...I don’t know if I ever did.”

“Something good could come of it still.”

“Like what? Our future kids? They’d be the only good part of this...relationship. But it will kill me to see their father not even care for them, because you and I both know that he won’t.”

“My lady, you don’t know—”

You turned to her, giving her your iciest glare. “Liliana, you know what he’s done. This entire time he was playing the part of a good man, of a devoted fiancé, he’s been off having his rendezvous. As soon as we were out of the church, he was taking a private carriage back here so that he could chase his own pleasure. He doesn’t care for me, for anyone, but himself. And I’m not going to delude myself into thinking otherwise.” You let out a sad chuckle, looking down at the floor. “I’ve made my bed. Now I must lie in it.”

“I’m sorry, my lady.”

“No, I’m sorry,” you said. “You...You’re trying to make a bad situation better. And I’m beyond grateful for that. But I fear there is no making this better.”

You looked back to the mirror, wiping away the tears that had fallen, trying to make sure that there were no remains of the pain you were feeling. Painting a smile back on your face, you walked past Liliana, unlocking the door, and returning to the celebrations. 

You ran into Meg, Ransom’s younger cousin, almost immediately. 

“Oh, Lady Y/N!” she said, smiling at you. She was probably the nicest of Ransom’s family, after Harlan of course. But you always had an odd feeling about her, that she would stomp on anyone to save her family, to save herself. Though, you supposed, you were family now. Maybe that meant something. “Or should I start calling you Her Royal Highness now?”

Your stomach turned into knots, and you prayed it didn’t show on your face. “Lady Meg,” you greeted. “There’s no need for that. If anything, you’re allowed to just call me my name.”

“It was a beautiful ceremony,” she said. “People will be talking about it for years to come.”

“Thank you, that means a lot to me. It was...the ceremony I always dreamed of.” But not the husband you had wanted. 

“If I may...” she began and, when you nodded, she continued, “I don’t think I’ve seen Ransom happier than when you were walking down the aisle.”

You frowned, thinking back to that moment. Had he looked happy? What had he even looked like? You’d been so focused on walking properly, on just making it through the day without having a breakdown. You’d barely even registered how he had looked through it all. But, thinking back now, you could recall his glassy eyes, the way his hand ran over his face as he tried to keep it together. But...why? This wasn’t the marriage he’d wanted either...Right?

“Really?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

She nodded. “Ransom has always been...well, Ransom. But he’s been more tolerable since you’ve came into his life. You make him a better man.”

That...was not what you were expecting. Had Ransom been acting during that? Trying to prove something to everyone, that this was a marriage of love and passion? But, would he care that much? You weren’t the bride he’d wanted, but you knew he wasn’t wholly unhappy with it. Not like you were. No, he...seemed to enjoy it, if just because his family got off his ass to some degree. Or, was there a chance that there could be something more to all of this? Something you hadn’t been expecting?

“Scram, Meg.” Oh, there he was. You turned, painting your smile on wider as Ransom’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, before turning his attention back to his cousin. “Go play with your dolls or something.”

“Ransom, play nice,” you chided. You wouldn’t normally care for what he did or said but...Well, you liked Meg. She was nice to you in a way that the rest of his family wasn’t. 

He rolled his eyes, but she didn’t stay long. She bid you goodbye before disappearing into the crowd. Once he had you to himself, his tense body relaxed slightly as he said, “Come with me. I have something to show you.”

You didn’t protest as he led you out of the ballroom, to the balcony overlooking the gardens. You looked up to the night sky, smiling at the twinkling stars. When you were little, you would spend hours in the garden at your parents’ summer home, just lying on the ground, committing the many constellations to memory.

“The stars are beautiful tonight,” you said.

“That’s not the reason I asked you here.”

You looked to him. “Then why?”

He said nothing, looking out at the horizon, his hand resting on the small of your back. And then you heard it. The high-pitched noise echoed in the quiet night, before the loud bang rang out. Bright, explosive colors filled the air, and your heart clenched. 

He’d remembered.

Months and months ago, when your engagement had been announced, Harlan had ordered fireworks be set off in celebration. You remembered looking out at them, childlike glee filling you from head to toe, as you’d whispered, “I would watch these every day of my life if I could.”

You hadn’t even thought he was listening. But he had, and he had remembered. And suddenly, you weren’t convinced you knew how things were going to be anymore. 

Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you looked up at him, a wobbly smile on your face. “Thank you.”

He cast you a look, raising his brow. “What for?”

“The fireworks? You...You didn’t...Oh.”

“Harlan set them up,” he said, looking away from you. It felt like your already fragile heart was breaking further. You wondered if you would have any pieces of it left by the time the night was over. “I figured I could at least show you his wedding gift to us.”

“...I should go thank him.”

“Give him my thanks, too.”

You gave him a curt nod, turning away and walking back inside to find Harlan. Ransom remained where he stood, looking out at the fireworks. He was an idiot. This...this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He had it all planned out. 

He was supposed to take you out to the balcony, tell you he had asked Harlan to set the fireworks up. Confess to you that he’d been scared, that you made him feel things he couldn’t even begin to describe. And how that scared him so badly. Tell you he hadn’t even done anything with your maid—he’d wanted to, wanted to distract himself from the way you make him feel. Seeing you walking down the aisle just made everything he was struggling with feeling escalate to the point that he was all too aware that you didn’t care for him the same way. That you probably never would. This was all just business to you, just like it had been for him. But, he didn’t want it to be like that anymore. When he tried to sleep with your maid...All he could think of was how she wasn’t you. 

Ransom walked back inside, looking over at you as you laughed at something Lord Levinson was saying. He wondered if Ari was the kind of man you would’ve chosen to marry, if Ari was the kind of man you could love. Neither you nor him would ever know. And it was all his fault. 

You could never love him. Not when he ruined everything you could’ve ever wanted for your life. He should consider himself lucky you weren’t outright hostile toward him, that you only ever met with polite indifference. 

This was the bed he’d made. And now he had to lie in it. 

*Cruorvina: from the Latin words “cruor” (blood) and  “vina” (wine), a play on Harlan’s publishing company, Blood Like Wine.

[sinner-as-saint]

Taste Of Your Lips series - COMPLETED.

Prince!Ransom x Reader 

Run-through: Your parents force you to attend a masquerade ball which is being held at the palace. Reluctantly, you do as they say. There, a masked stranger approaches you and asks if he could have a dance. You agree to it; unknown to the fact that that one dance would soon change your life. 

Themes throughout the series: fluff, smut, angst

Taste Of Your Lips: completed. 

Part 1 

Part 2 

Part 3 

Part 4 

Part 5 

[just-the-hiddles]

Weekend Reading | October 2, 2020

Hello, you happy peppy pumpkins.  It’s fall, y’all.  For a lot of us this means colder weather, PSL, Halloween and pumpkins.  And for some, it is none of those things!  I am still churning along working from home and getting ready to gear up for planning fics for December so I can write them in November.  And getting ready to gear up for 2021.  Stay tuned for fun new things.  Now onto the fics!

Dream of Me by @awedbynature Loki x Reader-  This is the first chapter of this story and I am hooked.  I have many questions.  Why was Loki in that alley?  How hurt is he?  And what is he going to do?  I need to ask to be tagged.  

If You’ll Have Me by @thefallenbibliophilequote Bucky Barnes x Reader-  This was so sweet!  And heartwrenching.  And swooning.  I really rooted for the reader in this one.  Fabulous character development.  A great read.  

Tentacles by @jbbbarnes Bucky Barnes x Reader- So apparently the words “unholy smut” are enough for me to say “yes please”.  This is not for everyone.  It’s tentacle smut.  And it is fucking hot.  Holy shit fucking hot.  

I’m Twisted and Tied by @starlightcrystalline Ransom Drysdale x Reader- I think this little dommy Ransom is spot on.  And a bit of cockwarming.  So yeah I’m in.  Very delicious.  

An Irresistible Offer  by @myoxisbroken​ Loki x OFC- This is one of the haunted house fic and it is so fucking hot!!  Holy shit can Loki take me like this.  I love love this whole story, every single bit of it and I am not going to lie, I want more of these two.  HOT!!

The Second Floor by @shiningloki​  Prince Hal x Reader-  This smutty romp with our favorite rascal prince was surprisingly sweet and tender.  Very smutty but soft.  I would highly recommend.  

Until next week!!  Love you all and stay safe!!