#ransom drysdale daddy

[witchywithwhiskey]

an afternoon of pumpkin picking

pairing: sugar daddy!ransom drysdale x sugar baby!female reader

summary: you've convinced your sugar daddy to take you pumpkin picking—despite his reservations about spending any amount of time on a farm—and the perfectly autumnal date takes a turn when deeper feelings come to light.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, smut, unprotected sex, masturbation (f), guided masturbation, piv sex, outdoor sex, creampie, filming/recording/taking sexual photos, oral sex (m receiving), light bdsm, free use, pussy spanking, panty sniffing, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, light degradation, pet names (nixie, baby), love confessions (a bit of idiots in love), aftercare, happy ending, so much fluff

word count: 11.6k

a/n: this fic is inspired by this exchange about various babes as sugar daddies taking their sugar babies on fall dates. i loved the idea of ransom being a little grumpy about going pumpkin picking, and then it morphed into this because i decided i wanted to explore their deeper emotional connection so uh it ended up being a lot longer than i expected. but it's also very cozy and smutty and fluffy and perfect for this time of year!!! anyway, i had fun writing this, so i hope y'all enjoy reading it!!

Can’t believe you talked me into this.

The text from your sugar daddy, Ransom Drysdale, arrived on a brisk September morning as you were getting ready for the perfectly autumnal date you’d convinced him to plan. As you read the message, you could practically hear the affectionate exasperation in his tone, which made you smile to yourself.

It had taken quite a bit of your powers of persuasion to get Ransom Drysdale—the heir to the Blood Like Wine Publishing dynasty and the most blue-blooded Boston man you’d ever met—to agree to take you pumpkin picking out in the “boonies,” as he called anywhere beyond the city limits that wasn’t his “ancestral estate” (also his words). 

But since you’d been seeing him for over a year, you knew all of Ransom’s weaknesses. And you’d used them to make a deal with your sugar daddy.

You’re going to have fun, I promise :) Don’t forget our deal.

You certainly hoped Ransom hadn’t forgotten about the arrangement you’d struck that ended up with him taking you pumpkin picking, especially since it was all you could think about that morning as you got ready and did your hair and makeup. Your thoughts kept straying to the deal you’d made, what you’d given him in exchange for the autumnal date of your dreams. 

Ransom Drysdale was a dealmaker by trade, overseeing all publication acquisitions for Blood Like Wine. So after all your normal methods of persuasion had failed to convince him to take you pumpkin picking, you’d offered him a deal he couldn’t refuse. It was one that you knew you both would enjoy, but Ransom especially since it appealed to his nature. 

A shiver of anticipation ran down your spine as you stood inside the walk-in closet of your Beacon Hill townhouse apartment—the one Ransom paid for, of course. 

It had been a gift when you’d accepted his request to be exclusively his sugar baby. He was the only man in your life anymore, and he’d said he wanted to make sure you were taken care of, so he got you the apartment and set up an allowance to make up for the other relationships you’d had to end.

Truthfully, it had been an incredibly easy decision to accept Ransom’s request. He was easily the youngest and handsomest of any man you’d been a sugar baby to—and if you had the tiniest little crush on him, you’d been certain you’d be able to keep it locked down so you didn’t jeopardize your relationship. 

After all, Ransom had been clear when you first met: He wasn’t looking to fall in love.

Unfortunately for you, over the year that you’d been seeing him exclusively, your crush had blossomed into full-blown feelings. It was hard not to care for the grumpy, sarcastic publishing executive. He made you laugh, he made you feel safe, and the sex with him was better than any you’d ever had.

More than a year into seeing him and it got harder and harder to hide the fact that you cared deeply for him. You wanted to bundle yourself in one of his sweaters and stay with him forever—but you knew you couldn’t let on about your feelings. You didn’t want to risk him finding out and ending your relationship because he feared you were falling in love with him…

Of course, there were other ways your relationship could end.

Your fingers toyed with the sleeve of a sweater hanging in your closet as you thought about your sugar daddy. A pit in your stomach opened wide as you considered, yet again, it was probably inevitable that one day he would grow tired of you and move on to someone else. Even if you didn’t tell him how you felt, he could still leave you.

It was what happened with these kinds of relationships—the men left when they got bored or tired. Or when they wanted to settle down. Or when they fell in love with someone else.

Add to that, you were keenly aware that you were getting old enough that a man as young as Ransom—who was in his 40s—might want to soon trade you in for a newer, younger model. 

The thought broke your heart a little, and you had to push it away. You cut off the entire train of thought, knowing that it would lead nowhere good, especially when your sugar daddy was due to pick you up in just a short time. As you went back to getting ready, in your mind, you repeated your mantra to yourself: You would not love Ransom Drysdale.

It was a lie, of course, but you were hoping that if you said it to yourself enough times it would become true. It hadn’t worked yet, though. 

Thankfully, your phone vibrated, distracting you.

Wear that skirt I like. And one of the sweaters you stole from me.

A huff of an affronted laugh escaped you at the brisk tone of Ransom’s message. You hated it when he barked orders at you like you were one of the interns at his office. Sure, technically you were his employee, but he didn’t have to use that tone—especially before a date.

You assumed he was cranky because he still didn’t want to go pumpkin picking, but that didn’t mean you had to put up with it. Or respond at all. Even if you did follow his orders, since that was part of your deal for the day.

Tossing your phone on your bed without replying, you pulled out the skirt he was referring to from your closet. It was a short, flouncy thing that swished dangerously around your thighs, offering tantalizing teases of your ass to anyone who might be looking at your backside. 

Ransom loved it because it afforded him a sneak peek of what lingerie you were wearing. One of his favorite things to gift you as his sugar baby was lingerie. He loved seeing you in it, touching you in it, fucking you in it. And what he liked most was sneaking a peek of your lingerie from those glimpses beneath your flouncy skirt.

On that September morning, you selected a black satin matching set to wear beneath the skirt, then pulled a maroon sweater from the pile in your closet.

He may have been a spoiled, rich man, but Ransom was a gentleman, and if you were cold, he’d give you his sweater—which was how you’d amassed a small hoard of your sugar daddy’s sweaters. You never could bring yourself to give them back once they made their way into your closet. Nor could you bear to wash them. 

In your loneliest moments, you’d pull on one of Ransom’s sweaters and let the expensive scent of his cologne comfort you. He smelled like whiskey and something spicy—something that matched perfectly with the fall and winter. 

You’d never told anyone about wearing Ransom’s sweaters when you were alone in your Beacon Hill apartment, but your sugar daddy knew you’d collected many of them. 

Ransom didn’t seem to mind, though. Or, at least, he never asked for them back. But sometimes, like that day, he’d ask that you wear one for him. It always sent a special thrill through you to wear your sugar daddy’s sweaters, like it meant he was staking a claim on you that was deeper and more like a typical romantic relationship. 

A giddy, happy smile curled your lips as you got dressed and added jewelry before checking to make sure your hair and makeup were still done to your satisfaction. 

You were just pulling on some black mary jane shoes when your phone chimed with another text. 

Let me see, nixie. 

Your traitorous heart fluttered at the nickname. Most of the sugar daddies you’d had relationships with called you by much more common pet names—sweetheart, honey—if they used them at all. But leave it to Ransom to pull a pet name from obscure European folklore. 

You’d had to look it up after the first time he used it, and when you found out it was a kind of river mermaid who lured men to their deaths, you’d laughed to yourself. Ransom had essentially likened you to a siren, and at the time, you’d wondered if he believed you could lure him to his death. It seemed ridiculous, especially when you were the one in danger of getting their heart broken.

Sometimes, when he used that pet name, you wondered if Ransom liked you as much as you liked him. If that was why he’d chosen it, because he worried you’d hurt him somehow. But that was a dangerous thought and you reminded yourself it would only lead to heartbreak. 

You tried not to have a reaction to the nickname. You tried to stop your heart from fluttering and your lips from curving into a smile. But it was impossible.

So to distract yourself, you did as Ransom had asked in his message. You snapped a quick photo of your outfit—the short, flouncy skirt paired with his maroon sweater and your black mary janes. You’d chosen to forgo tights because September in Massachusetts could get warm, especially with the sun shining as brightly as it was outside your window.

You sent the photo and began gathering your things to wait for Ransom to arrive for your date, but his response came back quicker than you expected.

Pretty, but I want to see it in person. I’m outside.

Your heart gave another flutter at the compliment, then flipped entirely when he said he was outside. Bounding to your bedroom window that overlooked the cobblestone streets of Beacon Hill, you grinned when you saw Ransom’s silver 1972 BMW coupe parked outside your door. 

Ransom might not be as excited for your pumpkin picking date as you were, but he was early. That had to mean something, right? 

You didn’t let that thought flourish any further, pushing it aside as you grabbed your keys and phone and shoved them in the bag you’d picked to match your outfit. Then you were flouncing down the stairs of your townhouse to the front door and pushing through it, pausing only to lock it behind you.

When you turned to the street, you were struck with the sight of Ransom Drysdale leaning against his BMW, a to-go cup of coffee in his hand. Your heart raced and your belly swooped—it felt like your entire body was having a visceral reaction to seeing Ransom dressed in an autumnal outfit that suited him so well.

A golden brown wool coat hung off Ransom’s broad shoulders, slightly obscuring the worn cream-colored cable knit sweater that covered his expansive chest. A purple and gold scarf with some kind of intricate design hung casually around his neck, adding to the look that was completed by dark slacks, brown loafers and a pair of sunglasses with gold rims that matched the rings he wore on his hands.

Despite his sunglasses, you could feel Ransom’s eyes on you and you bit your lip against a giddy grin, worried that your schoolgirl crush on your sugar daddy would show plain as day on your face if you let it slip free. Instead, you gave him an exaggerated onceover before letting out a low whistle of appreciation as you stepped into the narrow sidewalk lining the cobblestone street.

“Quit gawking and c’mere, nixie,” Ransom growled, using his free hand to grab your waist and pull you into him. 

You landed against his broad, muscular chest with a light, “oomph,” and instantly wound your arms around his shoulders, enjoying the way he felt so steady and solid against you. 

“You love it when I check you out, don’t you, daddy?” you teased in a soft voice meant only for him. 

The street wasn’t busy, but it was so narrow that if any of your neighbors had their windows open to let in the crisp September air, they’d easily be able to overhear you. And you didn’t want anyone else hearing you call Ransom ‘daddy’—that was just for him.

“I do,” Ransom admitted in a rumbling voice, matching your low tone. “And I love looking at you in your pretty little outfit I picked out…” He trailed off, ducking down closer to you and nudging your nose to tilt your head back, ghosting his mouth over your lips teasingly when you canted your face to meet his. “But daddy needs a kiss, baby.”

The words were barely past his lips before you were surging up onto your tiptoes and kissing Ransom. He tasted like black coffee and cinnamon, and you couldn’t get enough of it. When his tongue slid across your lower lip seeking entrance, you were helpless to do anything but open for him, moaning softly as he plunged into your mouth.

The kiss had started out chaste enough for the sidewalk of Beacon Hill, but Ransom seemed to be as ravenous as you felt, hooking his arms around your waist and bending you backward with the intensity of his need to devour you. 

It had your head spinning with pleasure, but you still gave him as good as you got, kissing him back with just as much fervor, your leg rising of its own accord to hook around his thigh beneath his open coat.

Gradually, Ransom slowed the kiss until his mouth was decadently nibbling on your lower lip before licking the sting of his teeth away. Then, finally, he pulled away and you were able to drag in a deep breath, trying to get your head on straight as you lowered your leg back to the sidewalk. 

“Get in the car, nixie,” Ransom growled, though there was no anger in his tone, only a desirous heat that you recognized, since it was swirling warmly in the depths of your core. “Before I decide I’d rather take you back inside your apartment and fuck you in nothing but my sweater instead of taking you pumpkin picking.”

His free hand slid down your back and he groped the soft curve of your ass shamelessly over your skirt, right there on the street. Still, you couldn’t help but melt at his rough handling, a gasp escaping as his fingers dug ruthlessly into your flesh. 

For just a second, you debated whether you wanted Ransom to deliver on his threat, but decided against it. The prospect of seeing your sugar daddy going pumpkin picking was too good to pass up.

“Ok, ok, I’m getting in the car,” you huffed on a laugh, your voice breathy in a way you couldn’t help as you squirmed away from Ransom’s groping hand. Your sugar daddy chuckled, but let you go, then turned to open the door of his BMW for you.

He waited until you were settled on the soft leather seat, your seatbelt buckled across your lap, then leaned into the car and handed you the coffee he’d been holding. You took it with no small amount of surprise, having assumed it was his own coffee.

“For you, your favorite,” he murmured before brushing a kiss to your temple. “I’m sorry for being short with you this morning.”

A stunned expression froze on your face, his words spinning around in your mind so loudly, you barely heard the thump of the car door closing. Your eyes flicked up to watch Ransom cross in front of the car, your heart racing like you’d just sprinted an entire marathon.

It was then that you knew, unequivocally, without any doubt, that you loved Ransom Drysdale. 

Your sugar daddy slid smoothly into the driver’s seat and pulled his door shut before glancing at you. You gave him a weak smile, trying to hid the fact that you felt like a bomb had just been dropped inside your heart, and his expression twisted into one of annoyance.

“Don’t tell me they fucked up your drink,” he fumed, shoving his keys in the ignition and starting his BMW. He threw an arm around the back of your seat, his chest close enough to your shoulder that you could feel the warmth radiating from him as he carefully backed up, then maneuvered onto the street. All the while, he was muttering, “It’s a fucking pumpkin spice latte, they must make thousands of them a day. How can they fuck it up?”

When he merged into traffic at the end of the street heading in the direction of the local coffee shop, Ransom finally pulled his arm away from the back of your seat. You grabbed his hand before he could put it back on the wheel, squeezing it to get his attention.

“The latte’s fine, Ran—it’s perfect,” you assured him, even though you hadn’t taken a sip yet. Some of the anger drained from his expression and he executed a u-turn to turn in the other direction of the coffee shop, but his jaw was still ticking with annoyance and you searched for an explanation that wasn’t the truth. When you couldn’t think of anything else, you blurted, “I was just surprised you remembered my favorite coffee.”

“Of course I remembered,” he said after a moment of silence. His voice was gruff, like he didn’t know what to do with his sweet gesture being addressed so directly, but his mood seemed to lighten, his annoyance forgotten. Slipping his hand from your fingers, he settled his palm firmly on your thigh, giving you a playful squeeze as he shot you a smirk. “Though I don’t think that sugary nonsense should really be called coffee,” he snarked, giving your leg another squeeze to let you know he was only teasing.

You huffed an exasperated laugh and settled your free hand on top of his, holding onto him while he drove skillfully through the busy streets of Boston, heading toward the city limits. 

Ransom’s joke washed away the remnants of whatever tension your revelation, and your need to hide it from him, had caused between the two of you. Of course, you still felt the knowledge that you loved him hovering at the edge of your mind, but it was easy to sink into Ransom’s comforting presence and, if not entirely forget about it, at least more easily pretend you didn’t know you were in love with your sugar daddy.

On the drive, you made conversation with Ransom, asking him about his work and his family. He’d spent time with them the previous weekend and hadn’t seen you as a result. But he skipped quickly over the family party he’d attended and instead focused on telling you about some of the books he’d acquired for Blood Like Wine. 

You didn’t like Ransom’s family, based on what little you knew about them. And you didn’t feel even a little bit bad about it because you were certain they’d never like you, especially considering how you’d met Ransom. But it still made you sad to think about him facing them alone. Your heart thumped with sympathy and you curled your fingers more possessively around his hand on your thigh.

Ransom shot you a lopsided smile and turned the conversation around on you, asking about what books you’d been reading, and how the rest of your hobbies were going. He didn’t need to ask about your work because he’d made sure you didn’t need a job other than keeping him company—and especially didn’t need any other sugar daddies. 

So you told him about what you were reading and all the other things you did to occupy your time while he listened and asked questions. He especially loved hearing your opinions on the Blood Like Wine books he’d acquired. 

A little over an hour outside the city, Ransom’s BMW pulled into a gravel driveway beside a large sign that read Johnson’s Family Farm. There were smaller signs lining the drive advertising the farm’s apple orchards, hayrides, farm stand, and, of course, the pumpkin patch. 

Beyond the windows of Ransom’s BMW, you could see the farm sprawling out toward the distant horizon, plenty of picturesque little red buildings and beautiful fields filled with various fruits and vegetables. But there was something off about the farm, and it took you a moment to realize what it was: The whole place was deserted. 

It was a little early in the day, just after lunch time, but you were still surprised by how empty the parking lot was. And you didn’t even see any workers, or cars that might belong to them. It was just Ransom’s BMW and the deserted farm.

“Where is everyone?” you asked, turning in your seat to Ransom. “Are you sure they’re open?” It was the weekend, they must’ve been open, but you couldn’t make sense of why no one was there.

Ransom snorted, giving you a devious smirk as he put the car in park and turned it off. 

“I bought out the farm for a couple hours, it’s just us and the pumpkins, nixie,” he explained, squeezing your thigh one last time before stepping out of the car and rounding the front to open your door for you. 

You stepped out onto the gravel in a bit of a daze, still shocked by his words. You knew Ransom was wealthy—he was a high-level executive at one of the most successful prestige publishers in the country, not to mention the money he inherited from his family—but him buying out an entire farm just for your date was one of the most extravagant things he’d ever done. Your mind reeled as you tried to fathom how much that would even cost.

Ransom curled a finger beneath your chin and tipped your face up to look at him. He’d taken off his sunglasses, so you were met with the sight of his sparkling blue eyes. Paired with his devastatingly handsome smirk, your knees instantly went weak and your mouth parted in a wordless plea for him to kiss you.

He dropped a quick peck to your lips that was over too soon and swept his thumb across your cheek in a soothing gesture, your surprise melting into happiness as you realized you got to have Ransom all to yourself on your date. 

“C’mon, nixie, did you really think I’d agree to go pumpkin picking—to go tromping through the dirt on a farm,” he scoffed, his tone warm even if it was a little derisive. “And deal with hordes of screaming children and their families?” 

Ransom raised an eyebrow at you and you couldn’t help but snort a laugh as you rolled your eyes. You didn’t even need to answer, because of course Ransom wouldn’t want to deal with anyone else while he was enduring the absolute torture of going pumpkin picking. But then his next words distracted you from thinking about how spoiled he was.

“Besides, I haven’t forgotten our deal. I have plans for you, and we needed the farm all to ourselves for them,” he teased, his smirk turning impish as he ducked down and captured your lips in another quick kiss. 

Your heart was racing with excitement, your mind turning over his words and wondering what he could have planned for you while Ransom grabbed your hand and led you into the farm. You shook your head to clear it of all the naughty thoughts that had popped into your mind, and focused on your sugar daddy, who was following the signs toward the pumpkin patch with a grim acceptance in his expression.

The September sun was warm on your shoulders, but there was a cool breeze, the lingering chill of the morning clinging to the day and you curled around Ransom’s arm while you walked. You tried to distract your sugar daddy from the eventuality of leaving the nice dirt path to wade into the pumpkin patch by chattering about fond memories you had of going apple picking and exploring corn mazes with friends when you were younger. 

When you got to the area where you could pick your own pumpkins, Ransom paused at the edge, using your clasped hands to pull you to a stop alongside him. Your chatter cut off mid-sentence and you looked curiously to your sugar daddy, finding his brows lowered over his stormy blue eyes as he considered the haphazard spread of soft soil, scattered hay and orange pumpkins.

“I still don’t really see the point of this,” he muttered, giving the pumpkin patch a dubious look.

You couldn’t help but smile, thinking Ransom looked younger than his years in that moment—like a kid who was being introduced to something new and didn’t trust that they were going to like it. 

You curled into Ransom’s chest, your arms twining around his neck while his settled easily around your waist. You looked up at him and waited to speak until he dragged his gaze from the pumpkin patch behind you to meet your eyes.

“Normally, the point would be to take some pumpkins home and carve them,” you explained patiently. Ransom narrowed his eyes on you suspiciously, as if he believed you were going to try to convince him to do such an unfathomably pedestrian thing, and the corners of your mouth flickered as you suppressed an even wider smiler. “But something tells me even my powers of persuasion aren’t strong enough to get you to do that.”

Ransom only snorted, his eyes flicking disdainfully to the pumpkins over your shoulder then back at you. “Definitely not.” 

But there was a curiosity buried deep in his gaze, and you wondered if one day—if you were together long enough—he might be willing to try some pumpkin carving. 

Surprisingly, you could picture it. Ransom with his worn, threadbare sweater sleeves rolled up to his elbows, grimacing as he yanked pumpkin guts from inside a big, orange gourd. It almost made you giggle to think about.

Instead, you shook your head to clear the image from your thoughts, not wanting to get your hopes up that Ransom would be a fixture in your life long enough that you could convince him to carve pumpkins with you. 

Although, maybe if you offered to blow him while he did… You shook your head again and met Ransom’s curious gaze, giving him a bright smile that was only a little bit fake.

“Then we can just pick out a couple pumpkins for my front steps,” you said sunnily, bouncing up onto your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to Ransom’s cheek. “They’re pretty decorations whether we carve them or not.” 

You began to pull away, intent on starting your search for the perfect pumpkins, but Ransom’s arms tightened around your waist, like he didn’t want to let go yet.

“You’d be a much prettier decoration than any of these gourds, nixie,” he murmured, and you turned your face to him in surprise at the gruffness in his tone. There was some emotion laced through his voice that you couldn’t place, and before you could puzzle it out, Ransom’s mouth caught yours, sending your thoughts scattering as he kissed you deeply.

When you finally broke away for a breath, your body was buzzing with awareness of Ransom’s and a warmth that had nothing to do with the bright September sun had bloomed between your thighs. You had half a mind to drag Ransom back to the car and have him do something about what he’d started, but you were determined to go pumpkin picking. 

Pushing aside the distracting hum of desire filling your body, you pulled away from Ransom’s warmth and began carefully stepping through the pumpkin patch. The smell of earth and the distinct scent of pumpkins surrounded you, calming some of the buzzy heat Ransom had stirred up, and you were able to focus on your search for the perfect pumpkins.

Once Ransom got over the fact that he would have to walk through the dirt in his nice loafers—which took a few moments of complaining—he began picking his way through the pumpkins. He kept calling out to you when he’d found one that was particularly deformed or ugly in some way, trying to claim they had “character.” But you knew he was just being a pest to make you laugh and smile.

To his credit, he was making you laugh, and the smile on your face was so wide it hurt a little. 

Every time he held up a terrible pumpkin like it was a prize catch, you shook your head at him, but your laughter echoed across the fields of the farm. And you couldn’t help but notice that Ransom seemed to be having fun, too, his own smile staying fixed on his handsome face as you both made your way through the pumpkin patch.

“What about this one?” Ransom called, from a little ways away, having wandered off in a different direction. “Now this is a pumpkin.”

You stood up from where you’d been bent over, looking at some moderately sized pumpkins to find Ransom standing beside a massive orange thing. It was almost as high as Ransom’s waist, tipped on its side, but as you looked harder, something about it seemed off.

First, it was clearly meant to be part of a display set up by the farm, since it stood in front of an artfully arranged stack of hay bales that were topped with smaller pumpkins. The rest of the field stretched out behind the setup, and you suspected it had been constructed in an attempt to give visitors to the farm a photo op, where families or groups of friends could pose for the perfect autumnal pictures. 

But as you walked closer to Ransom, and smoothed your hands over the large pumpkin, you realized something else was off about the gourd.

“Ran,” you started dryly, cutting your eyes to him, finding him admiring the pumpkin. “This isn’t a real pumpkin—it’s fake, for the photo op,” you said, waving your hand at the whole display.

Ransom seemed confused for a moment, then looked at the bales of hay arranged behind it as if he was seeing them for the first time. Since you were closer, you could see a little sign that had the name of the farm tacked into the hay, and had to give it to Johnson’s Family Farm—they seemed to know what they were doing.

“Figures the first pumpkin I actually like is fake,” Ransom muttered, turning to you and wrapping his arms around your waist as he curled his big body around yours. 

You bit your lip against a laugh and stroked your fingers through his soft brown hair. “Don’t worry, Ran, I’m sure we’ll find something you like.” 

His thick arms squeezed you tight and for a moment, the two of you just stood there, holding onto one another. It was a sweet moment—until Ransom’s hands began to wander down your back, stroking down your spine to the swell of your ass. But he didn’t stop there. His hands slid further down and under your skirt, groping your thighs shamelessly and kneading the soft flesh of your ass.

“Remind me again about the deal we made, nixie,” Ransom rumbled, his tone thick with lust as he used his big hands to pull you closer, his bulge pressing into your stomach. 

Your mind was swimming with desire, your body arched into the bigger form of your sugar daddy, but you managed to remember the words of the agreement you’d made—the one that had finally convinced Ransom it would be worth it to take you pumpkin picking.

“I have to do everything you say,” you recited the terms of your deal, your voice breathless with excitement. “And you can do anything you want with me.”

Ransom made a rumbling sound deep in his chest, the vibrations teasing your nipples through your sweater and sheer lingerie. Your breasts felt heavy, aching to be touched, but you kept your arms around Ransom’s broad shoulders, waiting to see what he’d do. 

“I think it’s time for you to pay up, baby,” Ransom murmured, walking you backward until your ass collided with the big, fake pumpkin. “I wanna take some pictures of my pretty sugar baby on the biggest pumpkin in the patch.” 

The plastic was cold against your bare thighs and you sucked in a gasp, your body tensing in Ransom’s grip.

He seemed to understand your plight, though, because he uncurled himself from around your body—after giving your ass a lingering squeeze. 

Straightening, Ransom’s eyes caught yours, his blue gaze sparkling with mischief and a smirk playing at the edge of his mouth as he shrugged out of his wool coat. He swung it around behind you, laying it down on the pumpkin before his hands fell to your hips.

“Need a boost?” he asked, his lips curving into a deviously handsome smirk as his hands settled on your hips.

Truthfully, you didn’t need the help. The pumpkin was only a little higher than your ass, and you could have easily hopped up onto it. But arousal was slinking through your body, making you feel heavy and achy and you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have Ransom’s hands on you for a little longer.

“Yes, please, daddy,” you said sweetly, giving Ransom your most charming smile and enjoying the way his eyes darkened at the honorific. 

Ransom pressed close to you, his expensive cologne filling your senses as he pinned you against the pumpkin under the guise of helping you. But you could feel the hard, thick length in his slacks digging into your soft belly and you knew he was enjoying the excuse to hold you just as much as you were. 

Slowly, he eased you up onto the pumpkin, the wool of his coat scratchy against the back of your bare thighs, but much warmer and softer than the cold plastic of the decoration. 

When he settled you right where he wanted you, it took all your self-control not to spread your legs for Ransom. You bit your lip against a sultry smile and kept your legs closed, trying to look nice for the photos he was going to take.

Still, you couldn’t help but murmur a breathy, “Thank you, daddy,” that had your blood running even hotter through your veins. 

Ransom seemed just as affected as you, but he managed to hold himself together, dropping a quick kiss to your lips before rumbling, “Good girl, nixie.” 

Then he was stepping away, taking his warmth and delicious scent with him as he retreated a few paces and pulled out his phone. You arranged yourself in a pretty pose on the pumpkin, smiling for Ransom’s camera, and adjusting your legs or arms or the tilt of your head as he asked. 

You’d been a little worried that giving Ransom free reign to order you around would lead to him barking commands at you like you were a dog. But he’d taken your words about not liking being talked to like that to heart—no doubt helped by the reminder of his text going unanswered that morning—and he kept his voice warm and light as he guided you through the poses he wanted for the photos he was taking.

It was more fun than you expected. You’d never done any kind of photoshoot, and you found yourself enjoying Ransom’s gentle commands helping you pose for him. He took so many photos of you perched on that fake pumpkin, you began to wonder what he planned to do with them. 

But then his directions took a new turn, and you couldn’t help the smirk that curved your lips.

“Now spread your legs,” Ransom urged, bending down so he was crouched in the field, being careful not to let his pants touch the dirt. “Put your feet up—yeah, just like that.” Ransom’s eyes sparkled in the bright September sunshine as he watched you shift into the pose he wanted, his mouth pulled wide in a wolfish grin. “Let daddy see what’s under that pretty skirt of yours.”

Leaning back on your hands, you lifted your knees and spread them wide, balancing precariously on top of the big, fake pumpkin. Your skirt fell around your hips, baring your black silk panties for Ransom’s camera. Even a few paces away, you could hear his inhale of breath when he got his first glimpse of the thin slip of fabric barely covering your glistening slit. 

Excited thrills zipped through your body, more wetness gathering between your thighs as you watched Ransom’s blue eyes darken. Your pussy was so close to being on full display in broad daylight, and even though you knew the farm was deserted, the possibility of somehow being caught still made the tension in you crackle deliciously. 

But that was the fun of following Ransom’s orders—you’d known from the moment you offered it up for the deal that he would have you doing something naughty. You just hoped, as your core ached to be filled, that your sugar daddy would end the teasing soon and fuck you over the pumpkin he had you sitting on.

“Rub your pussy, baby,” Ransom rumbled, his voice pitching lower. “Let me see you make a mess of your pretty panties—all for me.”

His tone was drenched in a desire that made you even wetter, your body responding to his voice alone. You were so gone for him, you didn’t even care that no other man had ever made you wet just from his voice. You just wanted him to keep talking—keep ordering you to do more filthy things. 

Putting all your weight on one hand, you slipped the other between your thighs, using two fingers to rub your clit through your black silk panties. You suspected they were expensive, just like all the lingerie Ransom had gifted you, but you didn’t think about how much they cost. You only stared into Ransom’s camera and let your eyes go heavy-lidded, your mouth dropping open in a silent moan as pleasure pulsed through your body.

“Good girl, nixie,” Ransom purred, shifting closer but staying down on his haunches. Soft clicks of a camera shudder came from his phone as he took photo after photo, capturing the way your fingers dipped down to your slit and pushed your panties ever so slightly into your dripping hole. “Fuck—yeah, just like that, rub that pretty pussy like a good little slut for daddy.”

A whimper slipped from your lips and a shudder wracked your whole body at the pleasure that suffused your entire being. Your fingers teased your wet slit while Ransom watched, his phone camera trained on you while he took photos of your lewd actions. It was headier than you would’ve expected, your thoughts scattering as your hips rocked gently, pressing your cunt against your fingers instinctively.

“Daddy, ‘m so empty,” you wailed softly, pushing your fingers into your pussy through your panties, whining desperately when they couldn’t go deep enough. The black satin was soaked in your juices, feeling good as it slipped against your wet lower lips, but you hated it in that moment because it was the only thing stopping you from being filled. “P-please, daddy!”

One of Ransom’s hands dropped from his phone to palm his dick through his pants, and you whimpered louder with a wordless plea. You opened your eyes wider and pouted your lips, imploring him to put you out of your misery—either by giving you another order, or by sinking his fat cock into your aching pussy.

Ransom’s features darkened with desire, his handsome face twisting into an expression that was almost a scowl as he rose from his crouch to tower over where you were perched. Your own expression lightened and turned hopeful, sure he was going to tuck his phone away and fill you up, but instead, he chuckled darkly. 

Skimming his free hand down your inner thigh, he groped you briefly, your skin tingling everywhere he touched. But then he ignored your pussy entirely and instead tugged on the hem of your sweater.

“Pull up your shirt, nixie, show me your slutty body,” Ransom rasped, his voice hoarse with his own need while he palmed his dick again, keeping his phone camera trained on you.

You whined and squirmed pathetically at the quick tease of his touch, but followed his order all the same. You tugged the hem of your sweater up, catching it between your teeth to keep it from falling down again before you went back to rubbing your pussy. 

You knew how you must’ve looked—your legs spread wide, your shirt pulled up to show off both parts of your black silk matching set and your hand pressed between your thighs, rubbing your pussy shamelessly. You must’ve looked like a perfect little whore for Ransom, and by the way his eyes sparkled and his mouth curved into a satisfied smirk, he loved it.

“Good girl, nixie,” he murmured, soft clicks of the camera shutter coming from his phone as he took even more photos while he stood over you. “You’re such a good little slut for me, baby, such a perfectly obedient girl.” His eyes flicked from his phone screen to your eyes. “Doesn’t it feel good to do everything daddy tells you?” 

With the soft cotton of your sweater in your mouth, you couldn’t speak, so you nodded, holding Ransom’s gaze as you did so. You wanted him to see it was the truth—it did feel good to do what he told you. Because you trusted him. You knew he’d never tell you to do anything that might hurt you. 

Something shifted in Ransom’s eyes as he read your expression—something that looked a lot like surprise melting into a profound awareness that seemed to frighten him. As you watched, his eyes hardened just a little bit, the hand holding his phone dropping out of the way as he stared at you intensely.

“Are you sure you can handle it, sugar baby, doing everything I tell you?” he asked, a harshness in his tone that spoke to an underlying animosity you knew wasn’t truly directed at you. 

You realized all of a sudden that you’d tipped your hand. You’d shown Ransom you trusted him, and, in the process, shown him that your feelings for him were deeper than they should be between a sugar baby their sugar daddy. His question was a challenge, and an offering of an escape at the same time. 

But, for all that you’d avoided showing Ransom how you truly felt about him, you simply couldn’t run away from him. If you’d been able to do that, you would’ve parted ways with your sugar daddy already. 

So you held Ransom’s glinting blue gaze and nodded resolutely. His expression hardened further. 

“Spank your pussy,” Ransom growled, his voice sounding as rough as the gravel in the farm’s parking lot. “Show me what a dirty little slut you are and slap your cunt as hard as you can.” 

Your whole body quivered with anticipation as you drew back your hand from your wet, puffy pussy. Your silk panties were soaking wet, and you knew the flimsy fabric wouldn’t protect your sensitive slit from the sting of the spank, but Ransom gave you an order, and you intended to follow it—to show him how much you trusted him, and cared for him.

Using the flat of your fingers, you slapped your cunt as Ransom instructed, as hard as you could manage. Electrifying pain streaked through your body, making you cry out and arch violently on the pumpkin you were perched on, your other hand gripping tightly to Ransom’s wool coat to keep you balanced. A deep, blazing pleasure nipped at the sensation’s heels and your cry devolved quickly into a debauched moan that was muffled by the sweater in your mouth. 

It took you a moment to force your gaze back to Ransom, his eyes swirling with so many emotions, you didn’t have a hope of discerning them. But he held his phone up again, no doubt framing you within the screen and said in a gruff voice, “Again.”

That time, since you were expecting it, it was easier to brace for the sting of pain and the burning pleasure that swept the smarting tingle away. But your body still responded, your spine curving and your legs shaking wildly, your lips falling open in another muted moan as your teeth clung to the sweater so it didn’t slip free from your mouth. 

Ransom’s camera captured the whole thing—you knew because he watched the screen instead of you, his mouth twisting into a depraved smirk.

“Does it feel good, baby?” Ransom rumbled, some of the warmth you typically heard in your sugar daddy’s voice seeping back into his words. He must’ve heard it, too, because his next words were harsher. “Does it feel good to spank your pussy like the dirty little slut she is?

“Uh huh,” you mumbled around the sweater in your mouth. You tried to tell him it felt good, but the words came out entirely garbled, though Ransom seemed to understand. 

“Are you gonna come from slapping your naughty cunt?” he asked, his eyes darkening with hungry intent as he watched your face, waiting for your response.

Your pussy pulsed at his filthy question, and you thought maybe it was possible to come from spanking your puffy slit, especially if your fingers caught your clit with each slap. But truthfully, you didn’t know—you’d never tried. So you answered Ransom honestly, muttering, “Ionno,” around the sweater in your mouth.

Ransom huffed an impatient sound and reached for you to tug the sweater free from your teeth, his actions gentle even despite his obvious annoyance. “Say that again.”

“I-I don’t know,” you whispered. “I can try.”

The expression on Ransom’s face shifted again, but it became even more unreadable. He held your gaze for a moment, as if he was searching for something, though you didn’t know what. 

“You want to try?” he asked, his voice soft, almost tentative.

You acted instinctively, pushing yourself up so you were no longer balancing on your hand and reaching past Ransom’s phone to grab his sweater to pull him down for a kiss. Your lips moved sweetly against his for a moment, before you pulled back and stared deeply into his eyes. 

“I want to do everything you tell me to do,” you said, reciting the words of the deal you’d struck with Ransom, but changing them just a little, to tell him again that you wanted him, you trusted him. “I want you to do anything you want with me.” 

A look of something almost like fury flitted across Ransom’s face, and then he was surging forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, as if he meant to brand you with his mouth. You moaned into him, which only seemed to make him kiss you harder, his tongue pushing past your lips to sweep into you as if he owned you. 

In that moment, if he’d asked, you would have told him he did.

Just as suddenly as he’d kissed you, Ransom pulled away and he shoved his phone in the pocket of his expensive slacks. Then, before you’d even recovered from his kiss, he grabbed your hips and spun you to the side, guiding your shoulders down so you were laying draped sideways across the big pumpkin. 

“Panties off,” he growled, his voice a low rumbling contrast to the sharp clinking of his belt buckle as he undid his pants. “Give ‘em to me.” 

You were quick to follow his orders, hooking your fingers in the black silk panties and shoving them down your legs, pulling them off and then handing them to Ransom. You watched your sugar daddy hold them up to his face and take a deep breath, inhaling your scent as his other hand dove into his boxer briefs. 

Because your head was hanging over the side of the fake pumpkin beneath your back, you had a front row seat to Ransom’s big hand stroking his hard length, your mouth watering with the desire to taste him on your tongue. A whine slipped from your lips and you squirmed, getting Ransom’s attention.

He chuckled darkly, tucking your panties into the pocket of his slacks that didn’t hold his phone and then shoved them and his boxer briefs down. His thick, fat cock fell on your face, making you flinch in surprise at the slight slap of it against your skin. But in the next breath, you were tilting your face up and kissing him affectionately, murmuring in contentment when his musky taste hit your tongue. 

“Such a perfect little slut, baby,” Ransom rasped, his praise drenched in that warm tone that had your heart beating happily in your chest. He wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and slapped it gently on your smiling lips. “Open your mouth and spread your legs.” 

Immediately, you did as Ransom said, parting your thighs and opening your mouth wide, then waiting for what came next. You weren’t surprised when Ransom didn’t waste any time before pushing the tip of his cock past your lips.  

He let out a low, filthy groan as he thrust deep in your mouth, pressing into your throat until you could feel him bulging in the front of your neck. He held there, his balls nestled against your nose while you swallowed around him, trying to get used to the intrusion while he groaned obscenely at how good you felt. 

“Fuck yeah, baby, take daddy’s cock in your pretty little throat,” he rumbled, his hand wrapping around the front of your throat and pressing down lightly, grunting when he felt himself twitching inside you. “You’re such a perfect little slut, ’s like you were made for me—all for me.” 

You moaned around Ransom’s cock, hoping he took the sound for the agreement it was as you lay beneath him, your hips squirming and your pussy fluttering in the cool September air. Your wiggling seemed to get Ransom’s attention and he leaned over you, his big hand sliding between your thighs to rub your already messy pussy.

“So fucking wet for me,” he murmured, his voice sounding like sunshine with the affection clear in his tone. “You still wanna see if you can come from getting your pussy spanked?” he asked, a smirk in his words. 

You nodded as best you could, your hips squirming and bucking, practically begging for him without using a single word—not that you could utter any with his cock buried so deeply in your throat. 

His fingers slid teasingly against your clit and you bucked harder, grinding against him as best you could. 

Your antics made Ransom laugh quietly as he muttered, “Alright, baby,” in a placating voice. 

That was the only warning you got—that and his hand disappearing from your pussy. Ransom’s big hand came down on your pussy sharply, the flat of his fingers spanking your pussy much harder than you. Still, you could feel he was holding back from using all his strength, only giving it to you as hard as he knew you could take.

And take it you did. 

A muffled scream clawed its way up your throat and slipped past your lips to be muffled against Ransom’s balls as white-hot pain flooded your body, followed closely by the all-consuming burn of pleasure. A tremor shook your limbs and you choked on Ransom’s cock, your throat squeezing him tight enough to wring a grunt from him. 

“Fuck—did that feel good, baby?” he rumbled, his fingers dipping into your hole and rubbing your juices all over your pussy, paying special attention to your clit. “Do you like it when daddy spanks your slutty pussy? Because you’re squeezing my cock like you want me to do it again.” 

His voice was drenched in warmth and humor and you whined in response as you planted your feet on the curve of the fake pumpkin and bucked your hips up against his hand, pleasure coiling tight in your core. You knew it was only a matter of a few more smacks from Ransom’s hand before that coil was snapping and you were going to come from him spanking your pussy. 

“That sounds like a yes, but I wanna feel you nod, baby,” Ransom murmured, his other hand petting your cheek softly. 

You couldn’t see him from the angle you were at, but you could hear the smile in his tone and you melted a little, your legs falling open wider as you nodded for him. 

“Good girl,” he praised, his fingers stroking over the bulge in your throat while his others rubbled your clit, making your tight channel squeeze his cock tighter. “And what do you do if it’s too much? Show daddy,” he urged as his fingers trailed lower, until they dipped into your black satin bra and swirled around your nipples until they were stiff peaks. 

Meanwhile, you reached back and patted the outside of Ransom’s thigh three times, the sign you’d established with him early on in your relationship for when you needed a break but didn’t have the capacity to use words. 

“Good, you’re such a good girl,” he purred. His hand kept sliding lower down your body until he reached your thighs. He grabbed your soft flesh and pushed your legs open even wider. “Now, let’s see if we can make your pretty pussy come just from being spanked while I fuck your slutty mouth.” 

You barely had a chance to moan your agreement before Ransom’s hand came down on your cunt again, the sharp, slick sound of his fingers slapping your wet flesh meeting your ears before the stinging pain and scorching pleasure sent your thoughts skittering away. 

He rubbed your clit roughly and moved his hips, thrusting shallowly into your mouth, grunting and groaning at the feel of your moans vibrating through him and your throat squeezing him every time he slapped your pussy. 

Ransom fell into a rhythm, spanking your pussy as hard as he thought you could handle, his fingers catching your clit every time, and fucking your throat while you lay draped over the big, fake pumpkin in that deserted pumpkin patch. 

You were at the mercy of Ransom, and he seemed to know it just as much as you did—and he didn’t take it for granted. His hands were purposeful with every touch, every spank, his hips never pushing too hard against your head as he fucked your mouth. It was filthy and dirty and yet you could feel the depth of his caring in everything he did to you.

It wasn’t long before you were pushed to the precipice of your release, your body trembling uncontrollably, the coil in your core wound so tight, you knew it would snap any second. 

Ransom must’ve felt it too, because he started up a constant refrain of, “Good girl, baby, come for me—come for daddy, baby. You’re doing so good, wanna watch your pretty pussy come, baby, c’mon, lemme see.” His words were so sweet and warm and wicked, you were unable to do anything but follow his gentle command. 

On the next slap to your cunt, the coil of pleasure in your belly snapped, and your entire body went tight with white-hot tension before it burst free into decimating waves of pleasure. Ransom’s cock muffled your scream as you came, your hips bucking and pussy convulsing beneath his warm palm as you rubbed your soaking wet slit against him. 

You were so consumed by your release, you didn’t notice the way Ransom had frozen, and you barely felt him pulling his cock free from your mouth. You only knew that suddenly you were able to pull in deep breaths and smell the crisp scent of the pumpkin patch. 

Your head spun when Ransom gently pushed you to sit up and hauled you off the pumpkin, your feet hitting the soft soil of the field and your knees nearly buckling as your body still shivered from the waves of pleasure rolling through you. 

Ransom sat heavily on his wool coat still draped haphazardly over the top of the pumpkin, his hands greedily grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap. Your knees bracketed his thighs while his hands grabbed your ass and guided you to sit up. Then you felt the tip of his cock slide against your still fluttering hole and you moaned, your head dropping back like you didn’t have the strength to hold it up anymore.

“Can’t fucking believe you came from getting your pussy spanked, baby,” Ransom was mumbling, his big hands changing the angle of your hips until the head of his cock was pressed to your entrance. “Gotta feel it, gotta…” He cut off on a grunt when he pushed into your slick, pulsing pussy, his hands shifting to your hips so he could pull you down onto his hard, throbbing length.

Your hands found Ransom’s biceps and you held onto him, your fingers tangling in the thick weave of his cable knit sweater as you quickly sank down on his cock. He was so thick and long, it stung a little to impale yourself so fast without any kind of preparation, but you didn’t care. You were too greedy for his cock to take your time, a deep, primal instinct driving you to take him as fast as you could while your mind was still reeling from your first release. 

“Oh fu-uck,” Ransom groaned brokenly, his head falling against your chest. You could feel his face pressing into your sternum, his heavy exhale ghosting between the swells of your breasts. It was against your bare skin, your heart racing just beneath the surface, that Ransom confessed, “I love you, nixie.” 

At his words, you went deathly still. For an unending moment, your mind reeled and you tried to be certain you’d heard Ransom correctly. You were sure you couldn’t have.

It didn’t seem like he realized what he’d said until he felt you stiffen in his lap. Then, Ransom sat up slowly, his gaze sharp as it raked over your face, trying to gauge your reaction. 

Licking your lips to bide you time to find your voice, you forced yourself to ask the question your heart needed an answer to. 

“Do you mean it?”

Ransom’s expression tightened, his eyes going even more wary, but he nodded—a quick, dip of his chin—and you sucked in a breath.

A tingling warmth started at the top of your head and cascaded through your body, filling you with a bright, fizzling feeling. It took a moment for you to recognize it was happiness. But not just happiness—it was pure, unfiltered joy. 

Your sugar daddy loved you. Ransom Drysdale loved you. 

His expression was growing more and more distant with every second that passed without you responding and you couldn’t have that. 

Squealing in delight, you launched yourself at him—not that it was such a far distance, considering you were in his lap—and he let out a soft, “oof,” when you collided with his chest, your arms winding around his neck and squeezing him tight.

“I love you, too, Ran,” you confessed on an exhale. It felt so good to get the words off your chest, that you repeated them. “I love you.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” Ransom said on a sigh of relief as he gathered you tighter against his chest. One of his arms wrapped around your lower back while the other braced against your spine so his hand could cup the back of your neck. “You have no idea how glad I am to hear that, nixie.”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t love you back?” you asked softly before pressing a kiss to Ransom’s soft cheek because you couldn’t help yourself. The scent of his cologne filled your senses and you smiled against his jaw, kissing him again and again, like you’d never get enough of it. 

“Wasn’t sure,” he admitted gruffly. 

You giggled at the sheepishness in his tone, pulling back until you could see his face. He was blushing a little, a tiny bit of pink tinging his cheeks and making him look adorable. You couldn’t help yourself from cupping his handsome face in your hands and leaning forward to brush a sweet kiss to his mouth. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you murmured, in between teasing kisses. “I love you when you’re grumbling about going pumpkin picking, and I love you when you’re spanking my pussy, and I love you when you’re bringing me my favorite coffee because you remembered what I liked.” 

You kept kissing him until Ransom was chuckling, his hand squeezing the back of your neck in an affectionate gesture. He reeled you in for a deeper kiss, cutting off your list of all the times you’d loved him. But you and Ransom were smiling too much to kiss properly, your teeth knocking against each other and making you both laugh even more. 

Your joyful laughter soon devolved into soft moans and grunts when Ransom rocked his hips, shifting his cock even deeper inside you. Your fingers threaded through his soft brown hair and you clung to him while you rolled your hips, grinding down on his stiff length until you were breathless with renewed desire.

“Fuck, nixie—nixie, ‘m not gonna last much longer,” Ransom groaned, his arms tightening around your back and holding you pinned against his chest while he fucked up into you. “Your pussy’s too perfect—too fucking warm and tight and good for me.” 

“Come inside me, Ran,” you whispered heatedly, feeling his cock twitch at your suggestion. You moaned softly in his ear. Your clit was grinding against the base of Ransom’s cock, and it wouldn’t be long before you came for a second time. “Please, daddy, fill me up—wanna feel your come leaking from my pussy while we’re picking pumpkins, daddy, please,” you begged in a pathetic whine.

“I love you—fuck, I love you so fucking much, nixie,” Ransom growled, pressing his face to your cheek and nudging you to the side until his mouth found yours. He kissed you so long and so deeply, it made your head spin, and he fucked you all the while, pounding into your cunt hard enough that the pleasure he gave you was edged with just enough delicious pain that you were falling off the edge and coming in no time.

Ransom swallowed your screams of pleasure as you came, your pussy clenching his cock hard enough that he followed right after, grunting into your mouth so that it was your turn to muffle his sounds with your lips. 

Coming at the same time was heady and all-consuming and you were so happy you felt like you could float away if it wasn’t for Ransom’s arms holding you so tightly to his chest. And you were glad for it, because you didn’t want to float away unless he came with you.

The two of you gradually eased down from your highs together, still kissing, still murmuring your love for one another as if you could pass the words between your lips as easily as you exchanged breaths.

Finally, your rocking bodies gently stilled and your racing hearts returned to steady, normal drumbeats. The September sun was bright, keeping you warm from the chill in the air as you snuggled into your sugar daddy—the man that you loved, and who loved you in return.

Your head was still spinning and trying to process everything you’d both admitted while laying against Ransom’s chest, your fingers playing idly with a loose thread in his sweater, when he finally broke the comfortable silence that had fallen.

“If we carve up some of these pumpkins, do I really have to clean out all the guts with my bare hands?”

His question, and the almost whining tone in his voice, had you choking on a surprised laugh. You leaned back, looking into Ransom’s face to see if he was joking, but he wasn’t looking at you. He was giving the pumpkin patch another dubious look, making you laugh again as you shook your head at him.

“No, you could wear gloves, and there’s usually a scoop that comes in the pumpkin carving kits at the store,” you explained to him, your tone filled with humor even as you kept it even and patient. “You don’t have to touch the pumpkin guts if you don’t want to.”

Your fingers stroked through the hair at the nape of his neck and he seemed to relax, though whether it was from your assurance or your touch, you couldn’t tell. You suspected it was both.

After a moment, Ransom seemed to reach some sort of decision because he heaved a deep sigh and met your gaze. His blue eyes were shimmering in the bright afternoon sunlight, and the affection in his gaze warmed you despite the chill in the air. 

“Alright, let’s find some pumpkins worth carving,” he said, though his grim tone made it sound like he was suggesting you both walk into battle. 

A smile spread across your face and you giggled happily. “You mean it?”

“Of course, nixie,” Ransom rumbled, leaning in and brushing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “There’s very little I wouldn’t do to make you happy—I thought that was clear when I agreed to an afternoon of pumpkin picking.” 

You laughed softly, ghosting your lips over his in a teasing gesture as your heart fluttered in your chest, happiness swooping through your belly. But still, his words didn’t exactly match up to your memory of events, especially given everything you’d done to get him to agree to the date—including the deal you’d made.

“Silly me, and here I thought it was because of the deal we made,” you murmured. 

“Mm, nope,” Ransom said, popping the ‘p’ in nope. “Woulda taken you pumpkin picking even without the deal—just liked watching you convince me.” He brushed feather-light kisses along your jaw, making you hum happily at the soft press of his lips after you snorted at his comment. “But now that you mention it, our arrangement extends to the pumpkin carving portion of this date, yeah?” 

“Uh huh,” you mumbled, having a hard time following the conversation when he sucked gently on the spot just beneath your ear that had your head falling to the side to give him better access. You shook your head lightly and found the words to form a proper response. “Sure, it lasts as long as the date does.”

You felt Ransom’s mouth curve as he smirked against the side of your neck. “Good,” he purred, kissing down your throat until he got to the line of your sweater. “Gonna make you suck my cock while I clean out our pumpkins.”

Buzzy excitement and warm desie flooded through you at his words and it was your turn to smile. You remembered that you’d considered offering to blow him to get him to carve pumpkins just that morning, so you obviously had nothing against his suggestion. You were eager for it to become a reality.

“Whatever you say, daddy,” you murmured in your sweetest voice. 

Ransom huffed an amused laugh before his mouth found yours again. 

The two of you kissed for a little while longer, until your knees and hips started to protest sitting in the same position on that big, fake pumpkin for so long. Ransom helped you down from his lap and towed you back toward the farm stand, so you could clean up in the nice employee bathroom—though he refused to give you your panties back.

You spent the rest of the early afternoon picking out pumpkins with Ransom, then he carried them back to his BMW and put them in the trunk. While he drove you both back to the city, he gave you his phone and told you to pick out your favorite of the photos he’d taken of you. 

You asked him if he only wanted you to pick from the lewd photos, and he told you to also pick one of the pictures he’d taken of you with your clothes covering you. When you asked him what it was for, he told you he wanted to frame it and put it on his desk in his office. Your heart fluttered when he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles, admitting he missed you while he was at work.

If you hadn’t already known you were in love with him, you would’ve known then, your heart squeezing in happiness while your fingers tightened around his. Since you didn’t have to hold back your emotions anymore, you told him how much you loved him, and he responded by repeating the words and kissing your hand again.

The rest of the afternoon was spent at your townhouse apartment in Beacon Hill, cleaning out and carving the pumpkins you’d picked before putting candles in them and setting them on the steps outside your front door. Before the date was over, you even got Ransom Drysdale—your sugar daddy and the man that you loved—to admit he had fun. 

Of course, you had to promise you’d never tell anyone. But you assured him you could keep it secret, so long as he loved you. He grinned, and promised you he always would, then he sealed the deal with a kiss. 

And that was how an afternoon of pumpkin picking turned into a beautiful life together.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | exhibitionism + piercing

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader, feat. lloyd's friends: andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale, steve rogers

warnings | ddlg dynamics (lloyd is a soft sweet daddy.) months of no touch/orgasms. clit hood piercing (+ me not knowing much about them.) fivesome with a sixth watching; exhibitionism. fingering (vaginal + anal.) nipple play. clit focus + rubbing. overstimulation. asking permission to come + she comes hard. so much praise and encouragement. probably some light mocking/humiliation. sooo many petnames. aftercare!! :) brief alcohol mention

word count | 1,580

an | sorry for the weird formatting? tumblr wouldn't allow me to use the bulleted list bc of too many characters i think- but ahhh omg the very last kinkmas piece 🥺 this event has been so much fun i hope you've all enjoyed the stuff i've written!! make sure to check out the event masterlist for anything you might've missed and thanks so much for reading along with me this month!! happy holidays and merry christmas to all of you sweet friends 😌💕

thinking about daddy!lloyd piercing your clit hood and then inviting all his friends over to show you off 🫠 piercings do take time to heal so maybe he's away on a trip for a few months after it happens, and when he returns home he has his buddies over to come play with you 😌 you were touch-free for that time period, so by the time the big night comes you're more than ready for some attention down there

lloyd dresses you up in a pretty new dress he got while out on his trip, short with lots of cleavage showing as always. and panties are skipped entirely; they'd just get in the way. he has you wait in your room as he brings his guests in, getting everyone settled in the fancy lounge with drinks and snacks. then he sends one of his servants to bring you down from where you're patiently waiting upstairs

andy, ari, ransom, and steve all coo and fawn adoringly as soon as you appear. you recognize every face in the group quite well; these are your daddy's closest and most trusted friends, the only men he would ever allow near you besides himself. this isn't the first time they've come over to play under lloyd's supervision. while these sessions can be overwhelming with so many players involved, things never get out of hand, as each of your daddy's friends treat you with just as much respect and care as he would, himself

"there's the pretty girl. we've missed you, sweetheart," ari's cooing from his seat on one of the armchairs

"that's a cute little dress, sunshine. s'it new?" ransom winks at you as he stands near your daddy's chair, finishing a glass of scotch

"come on over, doll. your daddy said you have something very special to show us," steve says gently, patting the space on the long leather couch between him and andy

the lawyer nods at the blonde man's words, adding, "come here, honey. got a nice spot saved just for you"

lloyd's on the other couch, across from steve and andy. "go on, princess. they've all been waiting so patiently to see," he encourages you

you find your way over, sitting down obediently between the two broad men. ari comes and sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. ransom makes his way behind the couch, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back a bit

"you wanna show us, angel?" ari asks gently as he leans in a bit, helping the men on either side of you bring your legs up to bend at the knee, your stocking-covered feet falling to either side of you. when you give a timid nod, the skirt of your dress is lifted up to expose your most intimate parts to the eager men surrounding you. a soft gasp is shared as they all lay eyes on your leaking cunt, swollen and sensitive from months of neglect

"aww, little one," steve's murmuring sympathetically at the sight of your arousal

"look at that ring- so pretty, sweet girl," andy marvels at the sight of the gold loop that now runs right through the fleshy hood covering your needy little nub

"your daddy told us it's a very special ring," ari hums steadily as he reaches out and gently spreads your messy folds apart, all of the men watching as your little hole twitches. "it goes right through the hood of your sweet little clit, doesn't it baby?"

"and that means," ransom chimes in from behind as he reaches down into your low-cut top, gently collecting your tits in his hands and squeezing at them, "that every time it moves, it rubs right up against your poor little button. isn't that right, pretty girl?"

you manage to give a shaky nod, a small whimper rising in your throat as the men all close in to finally start giving you the relief you so desperately need. there's no fumbling or hesitation, each of them settling in on their own task to contribute to the system of pleasure

steve brings two huge fingers to line up right at your opening, swirling the tips around briefly in your pool of slick before steadily pushing in. "okay sweetheart, let's get this pretty little pussy nice and filled up"

ransom continues up at your chest, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your pebbled nipples. "there you go, doll face. just relax," he's encouraging as your back arches lightly, making you sink a bit down further into the couch

andy drags some of your plentiful wetness down, carefully teasing the tip of a single digit over your puckered rosebud. he chuckles when you let out a startled whine, his voice low and soothing in tone as he croons, "easy, baby. i'll be gentle, i promise"

and ari seems maybe the most pleased of them all as he begins tapping and tugging gently at the small gold ring settled so perfectly against your now hardened clit. the feeling of the metal bumping and moving against your throbbing button is already more than enough to make you squirm, ari's patient gaze settled on you as he murmurs, "look at that, so responsive, just like always. does that feel good, baby doll? here, i wonder if we just-"

the others continue masturbating you in their various ways as the man before you pulls up on the ring, forcing the hood of your clit back to reveal your swollen little nub. "there it is," ari breathes happily as he steals some of your slick, bringing his thumb up to begin swiping repeatedly over your exposed bundle of nerves as his other hand keeps its hood retracted with the ring

"oh-... o-oh..." you're immediately stumbling over your words, your breaths shuddering as your clit burns brutally beneath ari's quickening pace

"think someone likes that," steve's chuckling beside you as he stretches you out on his fingers, curling them upward to stroke against your weak spot

andy's gathered more of your arousal to coat his pointer finger as he gently begins easing it up into your tight little ass, his eyes shining with pride as you weakly take the intrusion, "yeah? you like that, baby girl? that's it, honey. you're being so good for us"

"let's see if we can make this pretty little girl come for us," ari speaks to the others as your tummy quivers, your little legs shaking on either side of you as the stimulation becomes more and more overwhelming. but as soon as your knees begin trying to close, steve and andy are holding them open, giving you no choice but to lay there against the hot leather and let the men bring you to orgasm

"remember to ask permission, baby," ransom's reminding you as his head leans down next to your ear. the hands all over your body continue, but everyone glances over in lloyd's general direction as he sits just across the coffee table on the opposite couch, watching intently with a hand placed at his chin. one of his big rules for shared play time is that you always get his permission to come

"p-please daddy," your little voice comes out begging as both your holes are fucked forcefully now with large, slippery fingers, your nipples being rolled and rubbed as your clit is flicked in rapid succession. "please, c-can i-... can i-i come?"

lloyd scoots forward a bit, giving a simple nod as he lowers his hand from his face. "go ahead, princess. being so good for daddy's friends, you can come. you've earned it, baby"

as soon as you're allowed, you let go, your orgasm washing over you with impressive force. being the first climax you've had in months, it's quite the sight to be seen

all the praise coming from the men surrounding you blurs together as your holes contract around the fingers still pumping inside you: "oh- there it is" "good, very good, little one" "look at that, coming so hard for us" "keep going, baby. keep coming, that's it" "poor little girl, needed it so bad, huh?" "so cute when she comes, isn't she? such a precious girl"

when the waves of pleasure are finally dying down, their cheers turn to softer, soothing words as their hands still against you: "did so good for us, pretty girl. we're so proud of you" "that feel good, angel? seemed like a pretty big one" "you're okay, sweetheart. here, let's get your daddy over here" “no little one, don’t move. we’ll take care of the mess; you just hang tight”

everything feels like you’re experiencing it through a haze as lloyd comes over with the supplies needed for aftercare. you’re cleaned up and put in a comfy pair of fresh panties, your dress being repositioned on you to cover you up. someone wraps you in a blanket, and soon you’re safe and content in your daddy’s arms

the men all spend the rest of the night doting on you, helping keep you in a tiny headspace where you feel so safe and cared for. you get all the snuggles, tummy rubs, hair strokes, nose and cheek kisses, and gentle loving words you could ever want from each of your daddy’s wonderful friends

wow holy cow i got carried away with this 😮‍💨 all of them at once is so much but like,, , the i need that kind of so much 😔🙏

[holylulusworld]

His maid

Summary: He wants to get his hands on you.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Maid(plussized)!Reader

Warnings: Ransom being an asshole, kinda harassment, I’ll label this one dub-con, maid kink, smut, unprotected sex,light spanking, doggy style, sex over/on a kitchen counter, language, whore, slut, cum dumpster, creampie, slut-shaming, Sir kink, daddy kink, plot twist

A/N: Sweater daddy is back…👀👀

Random snaps his fingers, grunting as Fran ignores him. “Help!” Ransom mutters. “Who’s that?” He points at you standing next to Harlan Thrombey, your new employer. “FRANNIE, I’m talking to you.”

“That’s the new maid, Y/N. She will take over my job for a few weeks. I got to take care of my mother,” Fran rolls her eyes as Ransom undresses you with his eyes. “She’s a nice person. Leave her alone, Hugh.”

“Who asked you,” he bites back. “What a nice little bee landing in my spiderweb.” Ransom smirks darkly. His eyes drift toward your plump ass, and he can’t help it. He roughly cups his crotch.

“HUGH!” Fran can’t believe Ransom sometimes. “You know the word sexual harassment, right?”

“I didn’t think about you, Frannie,” he snickers but drops his hand from his crotch. He will be damned if he doesn’t feel your sweet cunt wrapped around him. So far he seduced all maids Harlan hired. Well, all maids but Fran.

Ransom’s features darken as you run one hand over your skirt to straighten it. He growls low in his throat, already imagining slapping your cheeks with his large hands. “Oh yeah, my chubby little maid. I’ll fuck the sweetness out of you…”

“Fuck,” you exclaim as you drop the broom in your hands. Ransom scared the shit out of you when he sneaked behind you.

“Help, I need you to clean the mess in the guestroom.”

“Mess?”

“Mess. Now, hop-hop, bunny,” he purrs in your ear. Ransom steps even closer, almost pressing his heated body against your smaller frame. “I hate sleeping on dirty sheets.”

“But I just changed the sheets!” there is still so much to do, and you’ve got no time for Ransom’s nonsense. Fran warned you, and she didn’t exaggerate.

“Well, that was before I fucked that sweet bunny last night,” he breathes into your neck. “I hate sleeping on cum and pussy juices, you know. I can still smell her cum. She came so hard on my fingers.”

“If you can’t use your dick right, you have to use what you got,” you quip. Ransom grunts as you grab the broom and make your way toward the kitchen. “I’ll clean your room later. I need to take care of the mess in the kitchen first.”

“No. You will take care of the guestroom first,” Ransom follows you. “Harlan is not around this week. I’m here to take care of the house, and you will do as I say.”

“Harlan wants me to keep the kitchen and bathrooms sparkling clean,” you turn around to size Ransom up. “I will take care of your room later, Sir.”

He inhales sharply. His dick twitches in his pants as you give him a sweet pout. God, how he wants to break your body and mind. “Fine. Have it your way. Be aware I will not forget your insubordination.”

“We are not in the army, Ransom,” you snicker. “You’re not my boss either. Don’t get your thong in a twist.”

“Damnit, she makes me rock-hard that little minx. For weeks she resists me and my dick. I need to have her…”

“Ransom, it’s two in the morning. Why did you call me to come here?” you rub your still-tired eyes as Ransom lets you inside the mansion. “What’s so important it couldn’t wait till later?”

“You did not clean my room,” he lies.

“I did clean the guestroom. I even disinfected the mattress knowing what you did inside with all these women,” you snap at him. “If you’ll excuse me now, I’ll drive back home and take the day off.”

“I got a new working outfit for you too,” Ransom grins. This can’t be good. “A maid should wear a proper uniform, right? I bought it for you.”

“What? Harlan said it’s fine to wear my normal clothes.”

You follow Ransom inside, already fearing the worst. Ransom buying an outfit for you can’t be good.

“Here it is.” He grins from ear to ear as he holds up two garters. Ransom twirls them around his index finger, smirking darkly. “I got a nice maid uniform for you too.”

“That’s sexual harassment, Ransom!”

“It’s Hugh for the help but,” he steps closer to place the garters in your hands, “I’ll make an acceptation for you, sweetness.”

“I won’t wear this shit,” you drop the garters to the ground. “If you don’t stop, I’ll call Harlan. You know, he won’t be amused hearing you wanted me to wear this!”

You twirl around and stomp toward the door. “I know you will change your mind, bunny. One way or another…”

“Sweetness. My chubby bunny,” Ransom coos as he waltzes into the kitchen. You’re busy scrubbing the kitchen counter and ignore him. “We need to talk about the broken vase in the living room. You know, that was Grandpa’s favorite.”

“What broken vase?” you drop the sponge and turn around to look at Ransom. “Not ten minutes ago there wasn’t a broken vase!”

“I think you forgot you and your plump ass kicked it off the table,” his features darken as you look at him like deer in headlights. “I could tell Harlan it was me, though. If only you give me a reason to do so.”

He holds up the maid outfit and the garters again. “No.”

“It’s only fair, bunny. I’ll give the world to get my hands on you,” he dips his head and looks you up and down. “I want you to wear this and clean the kitchen. Maybe I will help you too.”

“I don’t believe you.”

You make a beeline around Ransom to get to the living room. If he fucked with you again, you’ll call Harlan this time.

“No. Why did you do this?” you cry as the vase lies on the ground. Shattered. Broken. “That was Harlan’s favorite!”

“Let me help you, bunny,” he waves the flimsy outfit in front of your face. “Just give in. I know you touched yourself moaning my name. You get off on the way I treat you. I will give you all you need. A thick cock to make you stop overthinking things.”

“If I wear this, will you tell Harlan it was you?” you grab the outfit and garters, swallowing thickly as Ransom purrs your name.

“I’ll tell him it was me if you do as I say tonight, and for the rest of the week.” You shudder, but nod. “You’re such a sweet bunny for me.”

“Fuck, that’s perfect,” Ransom groans loudly as you bend over the kitchen island to scrub it. “Lift your skirt, show me that perfect ass.”

You roll your eyes but lift the short skirt to show Ransom you are wearing the garters. One on each thigh, and nothing else underneath.

“I want you to scrub this counter sparkling clean, maid,” he tuts as you look over your shoulder. “But spread those legs first and show me your cunt.”

“I hate this,” you mutter under your breath, but do as he says. You spread your legs and bend even further to give him a good look at your soaked cunt.

“You love it, little slut,” he steps toward the counter to slap your ass roughly. Your cheeks jiggle and he does it again. “You’re a whore for my cock, just like every other bitch I fucked.”

Ransom grips your ass and roughly kneads your globes. “A hole to get filled with my cum,” he slaps your ass harder, making you cry out. “You’ll take my cock and thank me later after I screwed your brains out.”

“Yes, Sir…” you mumble.

“You will scrub this counter better, slut. I want to eat from the counter. If you can’t clean it properly, you’ll lick it clean with your tongue.”

You harrumph but scrub the counter even harder. It’s a struggle to focus as Ransom kicks his shoes off. You hear his clothes ruffling and his pants drop to the ground.

“Such a nice maid I have,” he grips your hips to press your ass into his crotch. You can feel his cock against your flesh. Pre-cum smears all over your skin, and you quiver as he moves his hands to your chest to rip the blouse you’re wearing open.

Your breasts spill out of the torn fabric, and he immediately cups your plush flesh.

“I knew you are going to be mine,” he purrs in your ear as he harshly tugs at your nipples. You whine as he rolls the pebbled nubs between his skilled fingers.

You hate to admit it, but slick runs down your thighs for Ransom Drysdale. The worst guy you ever met.

“How will you sing when I’m finally inside of you to ruin this pussy. I bet it will be a symphony if you already moan like a bitch in heat when I touch your tits.”

“I hate you.”

“I know,” he bites your earlobe, tugging at it while groping your tits. He won’t let up. Ransom grinds his painfully hard cock into your ass, groaning as you push back onto him. “It makes this even hotter. You will take my cock and call me anything I want to. You’re such a slut for me.”

Words are lost on you when Ransom movies his hands toward your hips. “Put your hands on the counter and shut your mouth. Daddy is going to fuck you know and you will love it.”

You bite your lower lip as he guides the tip toward your dripping hole. He teases your entrance with the wide head.

“Beg me.”

He pushes the tip in, only to pull back out. “Beg me!” He warns and slaps your cheek this time. “Slut!”

“Please.”

“You can do better.”

Another slap and another hit your cheek. “Please fuck me.”

“That’s much better,” he runs his hand over your stinging cheek and guides the tip back in. “Tell me how much you want my cock.”

“I need it so bad, Sir.”

Ransom pushes into you completely, ignoring that your walls fight the intrusion of his thick length. He immediately starts to give you shallow thrusts, and slowly pumps into you.

“Now you will move that perfect ass and fuck this slicked cunt on my cock. You won’t stop until you came all over me and milked me dry.”

You place your hands flat on the kitchen counter to brace yourself before you slowly start to move back and forth his length. “Such a good girl, fucking her slutty hole on my cock.”

He slaps your ass again, making you yelp. “Faster, bunny. I want you to sweat a little. We are not here to make love.”

“I’m doing my best,” you pant. “I worked all day, and now you want me to work your cock too.”

“Aw, my little bunny is tired, huh? Maybe you are too tired for an orgasm too. Do you want me to pull out and jerk off? I could cum all over your ass and paint it with my cream.”

“Please. No.”

You move a little faster.

“Faster, bunny,” he grunts and slaps your cheeks with both hands. “I want you to fuck me as if your life depends on it. Come on, do your job. I want you to work harder for me.”

“You don’t even know how to work hard.”

You push back harder onto his cock. “You want me to work this cunt, huh? Really? Cause I will ruin it once you let me have control.”

“Show me, Daddy…”

He makes an odd noise. “You asked for it.”

Ransom grips your hips harder, leaving bruises you will feel in the morning. Right now, you couldn’t care less because he starts to drag you onto his thick cock, making your tits bounce at the force of his thrusts.

He grunts, and curses as your cunt feels snug and warm around his length.

Ransom speeds up as you finally give him what he wanted all along. You moan and scream his name while scratching your nails over the kitchen counter.  

“I will cum inside of you and fill you up with my spunk. When I’m done with you, I’ll take a picture and send it to Harlan. He will see you are nothing but my cum dumpster.”

It doesn’t matter Ransom is the worst. Your body ignores he makes you sick as his cock just feels too good inside of you.

He slams into you, shouting your name as his dick twitches deep within you. Ransom grips your shoulders, holding you down on the kitchen counter as he keeps on moving. “Fucking cum, princess. Now.”

“Yes. Daddy,” you whine as your walls quiver around his softening cock. His cum along with your juices run down your thighs when he pulls out to slap your pussy lips. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, bunny. Now spread those legs and let me take a picture…”

“I loved it when you cleaned the kitchen counter in the costume,” Ransom snickers darkly. “What do we want to try next, bunny? I could be your boss and you are my naughty secretary, or how about I’m a plumper and clean your pipes?”

“If you explain to Harlan why I quit, and that I never was his maid in the first place, I consider doing another roleplay.”

Ransom gently kneads the knots out of your shoulders and hums. Your boyfriend is obsessed with roleplays and you are more than eager to encourage his kink.

“I got it! You are a waitress and drop food into my lap. You will ride my dick for punishment…”

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[paperweight91]

Welp @drabblewithfrannybarnes let me know what you think…

Based on this post. A hoe spiral that I am delighted about!

Summary: what happens in the copy room after Ransom pulls you onto his lap at the Christmas Party.

Warnings: Smut! 18+, Linda Drysdale

W/C: 812

Ransom smirked as he pulled you behind him. Still in the ridiculous outfit. But the way you were looking at him, he wasn't ready to take it off quite yet.

“C’mon Kitten, let’s go.” You giggled behind him as he opened the door to the copy room, and pushed you inside.

You could feel his heated gaze taking in every inch of your body. When his eyes returned to your face, his pupils were blown wide. He licked his lips and tore the fake beard off his face, discarding it on the ground.

He stalked towards you like a predator circling its prey. For every step he took forward you took one back, until you finally hit the supply shelf behind you.

He smirked and let his fingers slowly graze up your thigh. Causing you to shiver and whimper quietly. He slowly brought his hand up underneath the skirt of your dress, rubbing the soaked material of your panties against you.

He tsked, “It seems like you should be on the naughty list Kitten. Getting all worked up for Santa.” You squirmed and bit your lip to suppress the moan trying to break free.

Ransom then did something you never thought you’d see. He dropped to his knees in front of you, dragging your ruined panties with him. Once you were free he propped your leg over his shoulder and flipped your skirt up.

Looking up at you through his lashes, he searched your face before finding the confirmation he was looking for. He dove in sucking on your clit, while two of his fingers jammed into your entrance. Your shock was only overpowered by the intense pleasure he gave you. You threw your head back and started to grind down onto his face. You ripped the Santa hat off of his head so you could lock your fingers in his hair pushing him closer.

He pulled back to watch you as his fingers rammed into relentlessly. “Look at you, just perfect.” He murmured, before diving back in to trade licks and suckles to your clit. At the pace he was going you knew it wouldn’t be long before you were going to cum.

“Ransom, please I’m so close.” You moaned and thrashed as he brought you closer and closer to orgasm.

“I know Kitten,” he murmured against your mound. “You can do it, cum for me.”

At his command your body stiffened and you felt the electricity zip through your entire body. Your head feeling light, your limbs like jelly.

Luckily Ransom caught you before you could fall, bringing you to straddle his waist as he sat back on his heels.

“I think I’ve changed my mind, cause good girls follow direction, and you listen so well.” He smirked as he brought you in for a kiss.

As quickly as your orgasm swept through you, you knew you wanted more. You ground yourself down against him.

“Get up.” He motioned towards the copier. You stood and walked towards it, bending at the hips.

“Such a good girl, now let’s see how good you really are.” You heard him pull his pants down, he trailed the head of his cock up and down your leaky folds before pushing just the tip in. He groaned, his forehead resting against the back of your neck. He took a moment before slamming his hips against yours.

You squealed at the intrusion, unable to control your volume. Forgetting that you were at work. Ransom reared up behind you, placing one hand on your hip and the other on the back of your neck. He started slowly fucking you, teasing you both. Soon you were squirming and mewling, begging him to go harder, faster, anything.

He chuckled before saying, “How can I say no when you beg so pretty.” With that he thrust in hard and fast. You soon were chanting a beat of “yes, yes, yes” meeting him thrust for thrust.

His hand slipped from the back of your neck down to your other hip. You could tell he was getting close, with the way his rhythm was faltering. He reached his hand around your hip and flicked your clit twice before you were shouting your release.

He groaned into your neck as his own release followed immediately after. You both stood there panting to catch your breaths when the door burst open. You jumped and turned in Ransom's arms.

“Ransom! Are you serious?! Did you just? Get out and take your little tramp with you.” Linda Drysdale, Ransom’s mother had caught you both. You buried your face in his neck, and Ransom scooped up.

“Wonderful idea Mother. Maybe you can tell the old man so I never have to wear this ridiculous costume again.”

Ransom strutted out of the building, with you in his arms, and many plans to ruin you over the coming days.

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So what do we think?!?!

[angelbaby-fics]

Hi love, how are you! I haven’t been on tumblr much lately but I still love you and your work!! I’ve been dealing with some tough stuff with my health and have been little a lot more lately. Would you write Cg!Ransom as just turning into a melted fit of mush for the reader?Just like absolutely spoiling them and doing whatever they want when they don’t feel good?

Love,

🐣

Daddy's Day Off

Word Count: 750

A/N: Aww hello angel! I'm glad to hear from you again & I hope you're always doing alright 💕 eeep I love Ransom so much, especially in the cold months I just want to cling to him hehehe 💕

It was a busy day full of stressful meetings and Ransom was not at all pleased about it. As much as he loved being extravagantly rich, the people he had to deal with on a daily basis almost made it not worth it. Almost. One thought of you, your bright eyes and contagious smile, and Ransom was reminded that he’d go through hell just to make that happen. He checked the time on his phone, just an excuse to look at the background image really. It was a picture of you and him, a selfie he had taken while you were curled up with him on the couch - he smiled at the camera, but your loving gaze was locked on him. Every time he saw this picture it reminded him what he did it all for.

He couldn’t do it today though, he just couldn’t. You’d had a nightmare earlier, screaming yourself out of slumber in the wee hours of the morning. The rest of the night was spent with you curled up against his chest and him hardly sleeping, dutifully keeping watch on you to make sure you stayed at peace. It broke his heart to close you out of his home office that morning, your rejected face echoing through his head as he tried to focus on today’s planner entries. All he wanted was to be finished with this stupid workday and to spend the rest of it with you. Your love was the only thing that could relieve his stress after a long day of dealing with a bunch of a-holes. Yes, he needed his baby just as much as you needed him. 

To hell with it. Ransom sent a short email to his assistant to cancel all his meetings as he needed to take a personal day. With that, he shut his laptop and tossed his work phone into his desk drawer, nearly slamming it shut. He was so eager to get away from all this and just relax with you. When he opened his office door, he almost expected you to still be there looking up at him with tearful eyes, but like the brave and independent baby he’d raised you to be, you had already begun trying to distract yourself until Ransom was finished with work. 

You knew Ransom didn’t like distractions when he was in work-mode, so although you’d rather spend the day curled up with him just as you’d spent last night, you took it upon yourself to keep occupied. That’s how Ransom found you on the floor of the living room, the massive flatscreen tv playing a marathon of Bluey episodes above you. Every color of crayon was scattered all around you, a pile of already finished drawings stacked upon the coffee table. At the sound of Ransom’s heavy footsteps, your head shot up from your picture of a cat in a garden.

“Daddy, you finished already?” You asked hopefully.

“Daddy got a surprise day off, baby!” He replied, scooping you up into his arms. 

“What are we gonna do?” You asked, looking up at him with more love in your eyes than Ransom thought he deserved in his whole lifetime. 

“Anything you want, babydoll. I’m all yours.” Ransom carried you to the giant sofa, keeping you pressed against his firm chest as he swaddled the two of you together in a big plush throw blanket. 

He handed you the remote, happy to sit through any cartoon or cheesy musical if it meant making you happy. When he heard your tummy rumble after a while, Ransom grabbed the house phone and ordered your favorite pizza, without even needing to ask if you wanted it. He knew you better than he even knew himself. He helped you eat your pizza as you watched tv, something you rarely got to do at the same time. When you finished eating, he carried you to the kitchen to get you dessert and a bottle, not wanting to put you down for even a second.

Hours later, the credits on your second movie of the day were crawling across the screen, and Ransom was sure you were fast asleep, when suddenly he heard your tiny voice muffled through the blankets and his comfy thick sweater.

“Dada?” You asked, even smaller than you’d been this morning.

“What’s up, babydoll?” He whispered down to you.

“You gotta get a day off more often.” You mumbled, drifting into sleep.

“I will, baby. I will.”

[sarahowritesostucky]

Choose Your Fave Chris Daddy

[steviebbboi]

From Rags to Riches Masterlist

Pairing: Angry!SoftDaddy!Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader ('Princess')

Summary:

A series of drabbles on life being built between you and your boyfriend, Ransom Drysdale. Drastically different from each other, Ransom learns how to ground himself down to earth with you, while you learn how the other half tends to live. Despite any opposing forces and obstacles, you and Ransom build your own world together that is enriching enough. Corrupting each other for the better, its a rag to riches story.

Genre: Smut, Daddy kink, Angst, Fluff-ish

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All is well Part 4

Summary- Ransom reflects on how he ended up in this place. Daisy has so much love to give. And Baths are a love language for sure!

Pairings- Bucky x Daisy!Reader, Steve x Daisy!Reader, Ransom x Daisy!Reader, Ari x Daisy!Reader, Jefferson x Daisy!Reader, Jake Jenson x Precious!Reader, Andy x Peach.

Rating- Explicit, 18+

Warnings- polyamorous relationships, masturbation, mentions of jail, sex (piv), Oral (f & m receiving), edging, scissor play, mentions of; spanking, biting, edging, toy play. Teasing, making out, lots of sex, aftercare 18+ only!!

Word count- 14.3k

Authors notes- Obviously takes place in an AU where all the guys stories mix perfectly! As I’ve told @rainydayandmondays and @theinheriteddutchess Daisy is a little slut when she wants to be. 🤭😏

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Previous

Ransom sits on the back patio, sipping coffee and watching the leaves fall. The door opens behind him and he doesn’t bother to turn and look. A strong hand clasps on his shoulder and he knows who it belongs to. “What do you want Ari?”

“Oh Nothing much.” Ari sits next to him and smiles, “Andy was just checking in to see how it was going. What should I tell him?” Ransom rolls his eyes and looks at Ari.

“That I really love camp and can’t wait to write home about it.” Ransom shakes his head and takes a sip of coffee. Ari sits back and just watches him for a moment before he lightly laughs.

“Yeah cause sleeping with three different women and having someone cook all your meals sounds like the worst experience in the world.” Ari says, Ransom is about to say something snarky when Ari talks again “What was it that Daisy said? That you had to hold your tongue to get one of your precious baths?” Ari laughs and pats Ransom’s shoulder. “I won’t tell if you won’t, but you have to talk to me.” Ransom looks up at the sky, wonders if his mom’s house would be better than this. Then he remembers the sweet way Daisy rubs his back or the way Precious holds him close, when he asks of course, or the way Dutchess laugh makes him smile. This house is way better than his mom’s. So what if he has to clean a little and not be so quick to cut someone down. He can live with that.

“I don’t mind it, it’s better than jail that’s for sure.” Ransom finishes his coffee and sets the mug down.

“You know it’s not nice to talk about Linda’s house like that.” Ari jokes and Ransom actually cracks a smile. “I never thought she’d go for this arrangement but I I’m glad she did, it’s what you needed.”

***5 months earlier***

The ringing phone pulls him from his sleep, grumbling as he silence’s the ring, not wanting to wake his sleeping fiancé and baby. He quickly gets dressed and is almost out the bedroom door when he hears her voice, “Andy?” He turns around to see her sitting up in bed. “Andy where are you going? It’s still early.” Andy smiles.

“Someone I helped put away is getting released. I need to go see why.” He walks over to her. “Then I will be back, I promise. Take care of little man for me, okay?” She nods and gives Andy a kiss, “see you later, sweet peach.” and that he is gone. Andy would love nothing more than to crawl back into bed with his fiancé and spend the day relaxing like he had planned to. He got a second chance at a family, he’s not going to let anything ruin it this time. Knowing Ransom Drysdale somehow got his sentence overturned breeds nothing but worry in Andy’s mind, worry that his life isn’t going to be so relaxing for the foreseeable future.

He fidgets and taps on the steering wheel as he gets closer and closer to the courthouse. When he finally arrives he is ready to fight, he sure as hell isn’t letting Ransom walk without a fight. Siting in his office is an older women with white hair and glasses. Linda Drysdale. She demanded Andy get up and get to his office at the crack of dawn to talk to her, there are some conditions about Ransom’s release. And seeing as he was the prosecutor on Ransom’s case, he needed to sign off on these conditions. He can’t wait to tell the Drysdale’s to go fuck themselves and lock Ransom back up. Murders don’t go free, not on his watch. He locked up his own ex-wife for god sake, he has no issue locking up this asshole… again. “Linda? You wanna tell me why you beckoned me here at this hour?” Andy asks as he walks around his desk and takes a seat. Linda smiles.

“My son is going free. There is no doubt about it but he is only free on the condition that he either comes back to live with me. Or he goes to a halfway house and is monitored while he is reintroduced to society. The judge already cleared it.” She gives him another smile, Andy wants to slam his fists against his desk and tell her to get the hell out of his office, but he doesn’t.

“Then why are you here?” Andy says through clenched teeth, angry that justice won’t be served.

“I need you to meet with him and his lawyer at the jail this morning to go over these options. Once he decides you will bring the paper work to the courts and approve his release.” Linda explains.

“And why on earth would I help your murderous son walk free?” Andy asks, a little humored at her demand.

“Because money talks and I know about your first wife and son-” Linda starts but Andy stops her.

“That’s enough!” Andy sighs and stands from his desk. “Get out of my office so I can go.” Linda gets up and walks to the door.

“I look forward to hearing what he decides.” She puts her purse on her arm. “I know he will make the right choice.” She leaves and closes the door behind her. Andy sits in his chair and lays his head in his hands groan and just wishing he could be back home in his sweet peaches arms. Andy meets with the DA before he leaves and he explains that Linda pulled all the strings she had and used almost all the money she had left to get the conviction overturned. “So by week’s end he will be out.” Andy shakes his head and runs his hand over his beard in disbelief and anger. All the hours wasted on this damn case, hours he could have been with his sweet peach. “This is bullshit and you know it!” The DA raises his hands and says some line about how his hands are tied.

Wanting to make Ransom wait a little, Andy takes his sweet time getting over to the jail. When he arrives he is informed that Ransom and his lawyer are waiting in a meeting room and have been for a while. Andy responds with a smile and a simple I know. He is escorted back to the room and the first thing he sees is Ransom’s worried face. For some reason a sense of pity washes over Andy.

“Why am I here?” Ransom asks. He looks worried, agitated. Andy motions for him to sit, so he does.

“Your mom got your conviction overturned.” Andy says, Ransom is shocked.

“How?!” He exclaims.

“How else? Money.” Andy says with some edge in his voice. “Anyway, it’s under the condition that you return home under monitoring or go to halfway house and they monitor you there.” He looks at Ransom and then his lawyer. “So what’s it gonna be?”

His lawyer glares at Andy and starts to say, ‘let us talk it over’ but Ransom answers fast.

“No. I-“ He looks away. “I won’t go back with her, I can’t. I’d prefer jail.” Ransom stands up and knocks on the door, telling the guard he is done.

“Ransom you’re a free man.” His lawyer says. Ransom shakes his head and lets out a broken laugh.

“No one is free in that house. No one.” With that he is taken away and his lawyer start to bargain with Andy. Andy doesn’t listen because he actually feels sorry for the kid. As he is leaving and walking to his car a reminder from his calendar pops up. He forgot that he has a lunch meeting today, and then he gets an idea. “Well damn, maybe those ladies are exactly what he needs.” Andy gives the building another glance before he leaves. He sees Ransom looking out of the community room window, watching him.

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“Do you think they would be up for another?” Andy asks as he takes a sip of his beer. Ari laughs and shrugs.

“I don’t know. You could have called any one of them and asked. I’m not their handler.” Ari laughs and Andy nods in agreement.

“I know but you are like the big brother-“ Andy says and Ari cuts him off.

“Whoa! No. I’m more like a ‘late in life Step-brother’, I do sleep with them so let’s not compare us to a bio-sibling relationships. In fact let’s not compare me and the ladies in any way that would make us related.. at all.” Ari says and Andy lets out a loud laugh. Ari can’t help but smile, he hasn’t seen Andy this happy in years. Lori going crazy and Andy finding Peach to start over with while also helping with Jacob was the best thing to happen to him.

“Anyway, all I’m saying is you aren’t attached to any of them, at least not permanently. So you can be unbiased on if a new guy would work.”

“Well sure,” Ari says, “But that doesn’t mean they have the space for another guy.”

“Just meet him. I’m not gonna sugarcoat it, he is an asshole but I think he needs it.” Andy begs. “I can’t let all the work I put in on that case go to waste. I need him to actually do some time and come out better for it.” Ari sighs and agrees.

“Okay, I’ll meet him and then bring it up to the ladies if he seems like he’d be a good fit.” Ari says. “But you owe me another beer.”

“Deal.”

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Ari gets one look and conversation with Ransom and he just knows, the house is where he needs to be. Ari calls a family meeting that night and tells you all about Ransom. The boys aren’t super thrilled and you ladies are the slightest bit hesitant.

“Will he bunk downstairs with Jefferson?” You ask. Ari nods.

“Look, he’s not the greatest guy and he is an asshole. He was in jail for attempted murder of his grandfather and murdering the maid.” He looks at you, he knows you are the one that would give in. “Come on, Daze. Trust me, he needs it.” You look at Ari and then at Steve and Bucky.

“Oh come on Daisy- don’t look at me like that.” Steve says.

“Yeah that’s not fair. You know we can’t say no to those eyes.” Bucky says. He sighs and nods. He looks to Steve who is the deciding factor and he nods as well. You look at Ari and smile as the others agree.

“I’m not gonna lie, yall are gonna hate him.” He looks at you all. “You are all kind and you’ve become family. He is new and he will push buttons. Just be prepared and remember you all agreed.” He gives it a minute for anyone to back out. When you don’t he smiles and uncrosses his arms, he didn’t realize when he crossed them to begin with. “I’ll call Andy and let him know.” Ari gives your shoulder a little squeeze as he walks out of the room.

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“A house full of 9 other men and 3 women? And the three women make the rules and call the shots?” Random asks.

“Yeah, I live there and we are like a little family.” Ari says, Ransom rolls his eyes. Ari looks at Andy and Andy urges him to continue. “Look Ransom, it’s a nice place. Food, freedom, a bedroom to yourself. You get your life back and if I’m being honest? The ability to have sex again with a person and not just your hand.”

“Whoa wait- the women sleep with you all?!” Ransom asks, way more intrigued than before.

“Well it’s not like a requirement and they aren’t just giving it out to anyone there. They are all married and have another man or two that they spend time with as well. And those men live in the house. You play your cards right and just maybe one will take a liking to you.” Andy looks at Ari and then looks back at Ransom, he can tell that Ransom is already sold and isn’t really listening anymore. “Again it’s not a promise but it’s definitely a possibility. But you’ll have to really work at getting on their good sides. They are all about rule following and having a harmonious environment. And they let us live there for basically free. I mean we have to help pay the bills but no rent fees and stuff like that.” Ransom still looks slightly skeptical. “No check ins with parole officers, no ankle monitors, this is your best option. Unless you wanna go to a real halfway house?”

“No.” Random answers.

“Or back to your mom’s.” Andy says

“No, please-“ Ransom says desperately. “Please don’t make me go back there. I can’t.”

Ari nods and puts his hand on his hips.

“Okay then, the house it is. Don’t worry it will all be okay. All is well and stuff.” Ari smiles and Andy laughs. “Alright, let’s get you released!”

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“A halfway house??” Linda asks, staring down Ari and Andy. “That’s really what my Ransom decided on?!”

“Yup!” Andy says. “I was surprised myself when Ransom chose it. But I think he just wants a fresh start.”

“What kind of halfway house is this?” Linda asks. “I want to research it.”

“You’re not gonna find it online ma’am.” Ari explains. “But I promise Ransom will thrive there.” He smiles and Linda looks at him still skeptical.

“I need to see this house.” She demands.

“I’m sorry but for this to work for Ransom he needs to go ‘no contact’ for the first few months.” Ari gives Linda a perfect smile and she blushes. “We will take great care of him, I promise.”

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Ransom gets released and says goodbye to his mom. She’s weepy and Ransom is counting the minutes till they are in the car. The drive there is quiet, Ransom is either scared that Ari is actually taking him somewhere to kill him or he’s sad. Ari is betting on the first one. “Well here we are.” They pull up into a long driveway covered by trees. You can’t see the house from the road and it’s surrounded by forest. The house is huge, Ransom counts at least 10 windows on the front of the house, and that’s just the bottom floor. It’s a new build but it looks old, it makes Ransom smile, reminds him of his grandfathers house. Not the same style, just the grandness of it.

“Whose house is this?” Ransom asks once the car is parked. Ari just smiles.

“Come on in, you can meet guys.” Ari says as he climbs out. Ransom is skeptical he bets this was all a trap and there aren’t any women at all. If he’s honest that the only reason he agreed. Free place to stay and 3 ladies who he can get in bed with. What more could a guy ask for? If there are no women inside he’s gonna lose it, these men will feel his sharp tongue and the weight of his lawyers. The entryway is nicely decorated, there is a place by the front door where everyone leaves their shoes. There are cookies baking in the oven, and the house is almost spotless. “It’s usually never this clean. Clean but but not this clean.” Ari laughs. “I think they just wanted to make a good first impression.”

“Where are they?” Random asks as he sets his bag on the floor. “Seems like no one is here.”

“Well the ladies and a couple of the guys aren’t but some of the men are still here. Something important came up this weekend that pulled away a few and then the others are visiting friends and family.” Ari explains.

“Why would they leave town when a new guy is arriving? Seems a little rude if you ask me.” Random pouts a little. A weekend with just a bunch of dudes? Not his idea of a good weekend.

“They wanted you to meet the guys first and let you get settled in. Then the emergency happened and pulled two of the guys away as well. You’ll meet them when they get back.” Ari explains and motions for Ransom to follow along. They walk down the hall and bump into Jake.

“Oh hey! I’m Jensen- well Jake, you can call me Jake.” He shake Ransom’s hand. “Nice to meet you.” With that Jake is walking down the hall, “follow me, allow Ari to rest a little. I’ll show you around.” Ransom gives Ari a look and Ari pats his shoulder.

“Jake’s great, he will show you to your room.” Ari says as he walks to his room.

“Great, I get the puppy dog to show me around.” Ransom mumbles. Jake hears him but he just smiles and keeps walking.

“This here is Daisy’s room, she share it with her Husband Steve and her boyfriend Bucky.” Jake says, that catches Ransom’s attention.

“Boyfriend?” Ransom questions. “I didn’t realize this was that kind of house.” He smirks and Jake turns around. “I mean I knew the ladies could get around if they wanted but I didn’t realize they had boyfriends and husbands.” Jake shakes his head and laughs.

“Oh they are gonna have fun with you.” Jake laughs again and Ransom smirks.

“I’m hoping.” Ransom answers and Jake can’t help but laugh again. He pats his shoulder which Ransom is getting really tired of, when did people start to think they could touch him, Ransom Drysdale.

“Follow me.” They walk farther down the hall. “This is Dutchess and her husband Frank Adler’s room, Her boyfriend Bucky lived here too.”

“Wait- so Bucky is with Daisy and Dutchess?!” Random is starting to get very excited at the possibilities in this house.

“Oh no! You see- Huh how to explain this?” Jake thinks for a moment. “Guess the truth is best.” Jake looks at Ransom and smiles. “A few of these guys are Avengers. Like Tony stark, saving the world, Avengers.” Ransom stares in disbelief. “And Daisy’s Bucky is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes that was cleared of all crimes as the Winter Soldier. He has been living here with Steve Rogers, yes ‘the’ Captain America, they’ve been living here in domestic bliss since the world ended and then is suddenly didn’t.” Ransom nods, he remembers that. One day he is fine and then next day the women he had been having sex with was just gone. She showed up 5 year later in the same spot she disappeared from. Sadly he had moved on and neither of them took kindly to three people suddenly being in Ransom’s bed. It was a rough day. "Anyway. They are with Daisy and happy as can be. They sometimes still go help out but for the most part they are retired. Now Dutchess Bucky is from another timeline.”

“Like time travel?! Where the fuck am I?!?” Ransom looks around to see if he was being punked. Jake laughs.

“Yeah it takes a lot to get use to but they are all really great. But as I was saying. Dutchess Bucky is from like 8 years ago. He was brought forward in time and he was gonna be used by some evil men to help end the world again but Steve and Bucky saved him. So now we have two Bucky’s. We call them both Bucky while they are separate, cause well that’s their name. But if they are both present then we call Daisy’s Bucky, James. And Dutchesses Bucky, Winter. Since he is still kinda the Winter Soldier. But he’s in therapy so no worries!” Jake just smiles like all he said was completely normal, Ransom shake his head and motions for Jake to continue the tour.

“Mine and Precious’ room is down there, we already passed it. This door leads to the basement and that’s where your room will be.”

“The basement? No, I don’t do basements.”Ransom complains.

“Well Ari has the attic so the only place left is the basement.” Jake says and then starts down the stairs. “But it’s really nice, honestly!” Ransom grumbles as he follows Jake. The basement is completely finished and has 5 rooms with 2 shared bathrooms. Only two of the rooms are occupied and the rest have very basic furnishings. “Jefferson! Come on out, meet the new guy!” Ransom has to hold back a laugh when the man walks out in a knee length dress coat and has a three piece suit on, he was obviously working on something.

“Did I miss something? Are we going to the opera?” Ransom jokes and Jefferson glares at him. Jake lightly laughs and steps between Jefferson and Ransom.

“Okay, not the best way to make friends, Ransom. Also Jefferson could slice your neck open without you even noticing or it hurting. So be nice.” Ransom rolls his eyes and gives a polite wave, Jefferson closes his door without a word. “Okay next is Frank, different than the one that’s upstairs, obviously. He has no last name and he comes and goes as he please, and I think he is actually here for once. Frank?” Jake knocks on the door and Frank answers.

“New guy?” He asks. And Jake nods. “Hi, good luck. If you do as they say, you’ll love it.” He smiles and closes his door. Ransom looks at Jake who just laughs.

“Now your room!” Jake takes him to the room next to Jefferson’s. “This will be yours, keep it clean and make yourself at home. I’ll leave you to get settled and then you can come up whenever you’re ready” Ransom nods and then looks around the room. He slowly walks in and takes stock of his new living arrangement. He sighs and drops his bag on the ground.

“Well fuck.” Ransom mutters. “I better get a lot of sex.” He opens his bag and starts laying things out. Yes he grew up with servants and he hardly had to do anything for himself, but he wasn’t helpless. Although he thinks, it would be nice if one of the ladies could wash his clothes, that he never learned how to do. Eventually he makes his way back upstairs. He bumps into Dutchess’ husband Frank and her Bucky- or Winter? Is that what Jake said? Yeah that’s what he said. They both eye him wearily and then just nod, still unsure of their new housemate. The day goes on and Ransom settles in. He has basic conversation with the guys, they all seem nice, a little soft if you ask him.

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Things start to take a turn when the first of the ladies shows back up. Frank walks outside and opens a car door for a beautiful women. Ransom can tell from here that her smile is perfect and that her eyes are incredible. Frank pulls her into his arms and gives her a kiss. Winter walks out and meets her too, she pulls him close and kisses his cheek. When they come walking in Jake waves hello and Jefferson smiles. She is polite to the guys and they seem to like her. She spots Ransom and she smiles.

“Hi, you must be Ransom, I’m Dutchess.” She extends her hand and Ransom smile and gives her hand a shake. Her voice is a sound Ransom wants to hear all night long.

“Nice to meet you too, Dutchess.” Ransom answers back politely. She then heads off with Frank and Winter. Jefferson and Jake lightly laugh and joke how they won’t see those three till dinner. Ransom watches them disappear down the hall. Once they are out of sight, or at least they thought, Dutchess gives Winter a kiss, a pretty passionate one at that. Then she turns and kisses Frank as Winter opens the bedroom door and they all three disappear into the room. Ransom laughs to himself and then smiles.

“So Ransom? You think you’ll like it here?” Jake asks. Ransom nods.

“Definitely.” He gives another look down the hall where Dutchess just disappeared to.

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The next one Ransom meets is Daisy and it’s a little more chaotic. It’s the next day and Ransom is sitting in the living room scrolling the TV channels when he hears car doors slam. There is a lot of commotion and then someone is swinging open the front door and stomping inside.

“I told you to stay in the fucking jet! I didn’t want him seeing you!” The man says to the shorter woman walking in behind him. Wow she’s beautiful too, Ransom thinks.

“It was fine, I was able to draw him out and I subdued him. Now, Steve is getting him locked away in the basement as we speak. You would still be fighting him if it wasn’t for me.” You smile and pat his cheek, his metal arm reaches out and takes your wrist in his hand. He knows his strength and he know she’s not hurting you. Ransom finds himself wondering what her skin feels like, soft for sure. He wants to nibble on that wrist.

“I didn’t want him to know you even existed. Now he knows Steve and I have someone we care about. Someone he could hurt if he ever got free.” The man explains. You pull your hand free and lay it against his face again, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

“Bucky,” you say as you look up at him. Ransom concludes that this is the ‘other Bucky’ or ‘James’ as Jake called him. “That’s why he is here, for us to help him be free. To help him heal.” You lean in and kiss him. Just then another man comes walking down the hall, coming up from the basement.

“He’s locked away with the special chains Tony made out of Vibranium.” You nod and kiss this man’s cheek. “And we are horrible housemates,” Ransom realizes he has finally been spotted. “Hey there! I’m Steve and this is my wife Daisy and our boyfriend Bucky.” Ransom clocks the words ‘our boyfriend’, that is something he will have to find out more about later.

“Stevie, if you keep introducing me like that people are going to think we are fucking.”Steve laughs and Bucky steps up and offers his hand for a shake. “I am Daisy’s boyfriend and Steve’s best friend.. he just likes to joke and weird people out with our situation.” Ransom laughs and shakes Bucky’s hand.

“Why is that?” Ransom asks. You answer before they can.

“Because Steve can be a little shit and Bucky jokes around telling people they ‘were roommates’ back in the war.” You explain and Ransom laughs again.

“Well, nice to meet you, all of you.” Ransom says, then he gets a little bold. He eyes up up and down, you three definitely notice. He decides to play along and make friends, keeping the jokes going. “So you two never fuck?” He motions between Steve and Bucky. They both laugh and shrug.

“Ehhh I guess you can’t say never.” Bucky shrugs and Steve slaps his chest.

“Yes you can, we’ve never fucked.” Steve glares at Bucky who just laughs. Ransom can tell that is a, Don’t be sharing our business with people we don’t know, look. which leads Ransom to believe that the answer is actually yes, they have, at least in some sort of way.

“Okay okay, boys. Go get unpacked and showered. I plan to spend all day in bed and I need my squeaky clean men with me.” You give them kisses and send them on their way. Steve and Bucky talk and joke and shove each other as they walk away. Ransom can’t help but smile, which is a weird feeling for him but this place just seems right. Especially with this beautiful women standing in front of him. You smell so good, Ransom wants to bury his face in your hair and just live there. Your suit leaves nothing to the imagination, the only thing Ransom needs to know that he can’t see because the suit is black, is if you have tan lines.

“What was your name again?” Random asks politely but starting to let his gaze linger on your body.

“Daisy,” you smile and bring yourself a little closer. You know he is looking you over so you tease him a little by getting closer but not touching him. The name is perfect for you, Ransom thinks. You are the personification of a Daisy; soft, sweet, and sunshine. Wow he really wants to run his fingers through your hair, so much so he physically puts his hands in his pockets to keep himself in line.

“Well Daisy, it is very nice to meet you.” Ransom smirks, turning on his charm. “I can’t wait to get to know you better.” You blush a little and reach out, taking his hand from his pocket and giving it a squeeze.

“You too Ransom. We will catch up later, okay? Right now my two men need my attention and I need sleep. 72 hour, turn around missions are not for the weak.” You smile and turn to leave, Random calls after you.

“Something tells me that nothing about you is weak, Daisy Mae.” You just wave over your shoulder as to hide the blush forming on your face. He is a cutie you think. When you bump into Steve and Bucky they make it their personal mission to make sure that blush is from them and them alone. They remind you that the ‘new guy’ may be cute but they are sexy as hell and they can go multiple rounds in the same hour. You sleep well into the next morning and you are sore the next day but so satisfied. Ransom tries to not let that bother him too much.

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The last one Ransom meets is Precious. She comes walking in that morning with her suitcase in hand. Jake walks over and he gives her a big kiss and she smiles and rubs his chest as she looks up at him. “Hiya Jakey.” She says, her voice is soft and sweet, Ransom wants her to say his name in that voice. “How did our new friend settle in?” Ransom turns around to see that She is talking to him.

“Pretty good, would have been better if you ladies had been here to welcome me yourselves.” Precious laughs and Ransom hears your sweet laugh from the hall as you walks out to grab some snacks.

“Well, we were all busy and we thought it would do you well to meet the guys first.” You explains. Ransom glances over to you and sees you are in a slip nightgown. It’s silk, blue, and really hot. He watches you walk away and sees how the dress hangs right at your ass. He turns to see Precious and Jake getting comfortable, Jake is leaning his chin on Precious’ shoulder as he watches her flip through the mail. Her eyes flick up and meet his, she smiles and then turns to Jake.

“I desperately need to shower. Join me?” She asks him and Jake is practically running to the bathroom. Precious smiles at Ransom, “We are all happy that you’ve decided to join us. Make yourself at home, it’s yours now too.” Precious leaves the kitchen and heads to the bathroom with Jake. Ransom smirks and watches as her hips sway as she walks away.

“Oh believe me, I will.” And with that he starts to strategize.

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He gives it a day, he sleeps in his bed and ignores the soft sounds of mattresses squeaking and headboards knocking against the wall. It’s unfair that they are all getting laid while he sits down here having to keep himself company with his hand. He needs to make his move, but on who, he starts touching himself as he thinks about all three ladies. “Dutchess wouldn’t work, she’s gonna make me work for it, I can tell.” He laughs to himself as he keeps thinking aloud, slowly palming over himself. “Which I am not against but that obviously doesn’t help me now.” He takes himself in his hand and gives one full stroke, he moans as he arches off the bed a little. “Mmhmm and Daisy Mae, she seems like she’s gonna be fun, willing to fulfill some dirty dreams of mine.” He quickens his pace, his breath catching a little. “But that husband of hers and her boyfriend, they will be touch ones to get past.” He works himself right to the edge, “Precious, mmhmm fffffuuuccckkk! Jake shouldn’t be a problem to get past. She won’t be easy though, I’m gonna have to work for it. She seems like one I can play with, she will be fun. Oh! Mmhmm yes!!!” He cums hard and it splashes all over his chest. He catches his breath and just smiles, it’s been a while since he’s been able to work one out. Jail isn’t exactly known for privacy. “I’m gonna have to pull out all the stops tomorrow.” He wipes himself off and collapses in bed completely naked, letting the cold air cool his overheated skin. “Fuck I can’t wait.” He smiles as he drifts off to sleep.

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The day goes by so slow Ransom keeps waiting and waiting for the perfect time. Daisy and her puppies went on a walk, that’s what He has decided to call Bucky and Steve for the time being, although Jake fits the ‘puppy demeanor’ as well. Dutchess and her cucks are off shopping. Is cucks too mean? Ransom thinks, nah. Thats kinda what they are, he tells himself. Precious is here all alone, well except for whoever is in the basement screaming, Ransom isn’t touching that with a twelve foot pole. Steve and Bucky brought that person in and he’s gonna leave it alone. Even Jefferson is gone, something about needing to see someone, Ari went with him. It’s just Ransom and Precious. He strips as he walks to Precious’ room he slams the door and goes to sit on her freshly made bed. He picks up the book from her bedside table and starts to flip through the pages. He sees phrases like He licks up her neck as he pushes inside her, Ransom smirks “oh Precious.” He flips some pages. She is on her knees and looks up at him with big doe eyes. She smirks and leans forward to kiss his- the door opens and pulls Ransom’s attention from the book. He sees Precious standing in the doorway, her arms are crossed and she’s just looking at Ransom. “So this is what you read.” He smirks and bite his lip as he tosses the book on the bed, letting Precious get a full view. “You know reading can only get you so far.” Precious smirks back and lightly laughs.

“I do alright for myself.” She uncrosses her arms and Ransom stands from the bed, walking closer to where she stands near the door.

“Is that right, Princess?” Ransom says dawning her a new nickname.

“It is.” She stands from where she is, keeping her gaze on his face and not his abs and definitely not that wonderful treasure trail and where is leads.

“Whatever you say, princess.” Ransom quips. He walks towards the door, he knows her eyes are on him, checking out his ass. He walks out the door and sees Jake walking in from outside. He is shocked and slightly angered at Ransom’s forwardness, a new nickname and strutting around naked?! Ransom just laughs and keeps walking. Everyone else had made it home by now and from where they were in the living room and kitchen they got a full view of Ransom’s goods as well. Jake makes a b-line to his bedroom and he sees Precious staring down the hall at Ransom, she’s biting her lip a little and doesn’t notice her husband walking in the room. That is until the door slams closed and her view of Ransom’s fantastic ass is disturbed. Precious blushes, knowing she’s been caught.

“Jakey,” she lightly laughs.

“Princess? Now, is that your name, Precious?” Jake walks forward and takes her jaw in his hand, his touch is light and soft but Precious knows what’s about to happen. Jake smiles and then it turns a little devilish. “What’s your name?”

“Precious.” She answers as he rubs his thumb across her lips.

“Whose are you?” He asks, so possessive and hot. Precious lets a moan slip as he pulls her close.

“Yours, Jakey.” She opens her mouth and she teases his thumb in her tongue.

“You got that right.” He walks her backwards to the bed. They aren’t seen till much later in the day and Precious has the most blissful look on her face as she hangs on her man as they snuggle on the couch. Ransom just laughs, he laid the foundation, he knows Precious wants him, it’s only a matter of time, and Ransom’s got plenty of it. ‘Now onto Daisy’, he thinks. Ransom looks at you across the room and you blush and then lean into Steve a little more.

*** Present day***

Ransom looks at Ari and smiles. “Yeah, it is definitely what I needed.” Ransom stands up. “And you can tell Andy that I really am loving ‘camp’.” Ari laughs as Ransom heads inside.

It is your last night with just Bucky and he wants to make sure you feel special.

“Where are we going?!” You giggle as Bucky pulls you close. “Why do I need all this new stuff?!” Bucky kisses your cheeks and down your neck.

“Because I want to dote on ‘my wife’.” He kisses you and then pulls back as he slaps your ass. “Go open your gifts and be ready by 6.” He winks as he leaves the room. You turn and open all the bags that Bucky had placed on the bed. A new purse, new earrings, new heels, and a new dress. It’s black and hugs you in all the right places.

“Bucky Barnes you know how to spoil a girl” you say to the empty room. You get dressed and your hair and makeup done just in time. You are slipping on your heels and spraying on your perfume when Bucky walks in. He is dressed in a well tailored suit. The blue brings out his eyes and he looks so good. His beard is nicely trimmed and just long enough. His hair is perfectly styled and ready for you to run your fingers through. You bite your lip and walk over to him. He pulls you close and kisses you deeply.

“You look beautiful, Doll.” Bucky says as he kisses you again. You giggle and thank him.

“You look pretty good yourself.” He puts his arm around your shoulders and you two walk out into the living room. You grab your new purse and head out the door. Bucky is the perfect gentleman. He opens your door, helps you in, before you get going Bucky lays his hand on your inner thigh and gives it a little squeeze. He always does this and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You wrap your arms around his and kiss his arm as he starts the drive into town. You have a lovely dinner under the fall stars. To end the night he orders wine and a creamy, delicious dessert. He feeds you about in between his and when it’s all gone he kisses you and licks some of the chocolate you missed off your lips. “Mmhmm Bucky, take me home,” you whisper, “Please baby?”

“You never have to beg me, Doll.” Bucky answers as he pulls your hand up and kisses your knuckles. He pays the bill and you two make your way home. You should have known something was up when the bedroom door was cracked open, Steve always makes sure it is firmly closed. When you walk in the whole room is dark except for the glow of the candles around the window and on the dresser. You can see the bathroom has candles as well and that the tub is full and going with the jets.

“Bucky?” You turn and ask.

“You deserve to be doted on,” he says as he slowly turns you around. He moves your hair out of the way and unzips your dress, his fingers grazing your back and causing goosebumps in their wake. He kisses your shoulders as he pushes the dress off of them, letting it fall and look at your feet. “So all night is what you need and want.” He unhooks your bra and lets it fall to the ground. You turn your head to capture his lips in a kiss, he moves his hands around and cups your breasts in his hands, one real one metal.

“Bucky,” you gasp, needing more.

“Let get in the bath, huh?” He suggests and you nod. You pull him closer and slip off his jacket. You unbutton his shirt and let your hands roam over his toned body. You kiss his lips as you fiddle with his belt, pulling it out and tossing it across the room. Bucky unbuttons his pants before you can and he is stepping out of them just as fast. He lifts you into his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist as he drops you to the bed first. “On second thought, I need a taste first.” He winks as he settles on top of you, boxing you in.

“I need these off, now.” You tease as you snap Bucky’s boxer briefs.

“Yes ma’am.” Bucky coos as he stands up to slips them off. He reaches out and completely rips your underwear off.

“Bucky!?” You gasp. “I really liked those!” Bucky smirks and pulls you closer by, massaging your ass.

“And I already bought you 12 new pairs and they are washed and in the dresser.” He kisses down your body spending time on each breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth and lavishing them with his tongue. You hum and play with his hair, it’s just long enough for you to run your fingers through and grip when you need to. Bucky kisses done you body and settles between your legs, he leaves kisses and love bites all along your inner thighs until he reaches your center. His gaze flicks up to yours as he leans in and places a little kiss on your clit. The shudder it sends through your body makes you both smile.

“Please Bucky!” You breathlessly moan and to answer you he seals his lips over your clit and begins to suck and lick, bring you to the edge so fast that you don’t have time to warn him, not that he cares in the slightest. He moans as he licks up your juices and continues to eat you out. Bringing you close to the edge again before he stops and kisses up your body. He lifts you into his arms and you wrap you legs around his waist as he massages your ass. He makes is way to the bathroom as you kiss him desperately. He meets your desperation with his tongue shoved in your mouth. You moan around it as he teases the rim of your ass with his finger tip. He pulls back and smirks down at you before he kisses down your jaw to your neck. He climbs into the tub with you still in his arms and that small display of strength has you dripping in need. Thankfully when you built this house You had the bright idea to put all the tub inside the showers, that way when it overflows, which it will because the men are big, it overflows into the shower and drains. So when Bucky sits down with you in his arms, most of the water escapes the tub. You giggle and Bucky continues to kiss all over your neck and chest.

“What’s so funny Baby girl?” Bucky teases as he slips his real hand between your bodies.

“Nothing, just my big tough man surrounded by bubbles and lavender.” You smile and kiss him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You kiss his nose and he acts like he’s gonna bite yours. You sit in Bucky’s lap and your hands roam over each others bodies as you make out. Eventually you start to grind your aching center over his hard cock. The sounds he makes are music to your ears.

“Oh Daisy- mmhmm yyeesss!” He moans before he pulls you closer by the small of your back. His other hand guides his cock to your entrance and you capture his lips as he bottoms out in you.

“Bucky- so- mhm so full baby.” You choke out. You can take your men at the same time, but that doesn’t mean you ever get use to the stretch. Bucky kisses your jawline and down your neck as he whispers against your skin.

“I know baby, I’ll move in a second. I just need a minute.” He leaves a love bite on your collarbone and you moan loudly. “Squeezing me so good. So tight.” You whimper as he starts to move his hips, the water splashing around but you don’t care. Bucky is good at many things but one thing he is excellent at? Getting you to the edge in record time. He gets you there and then slowly backs off, calming you down only to get you right back on the edge. He is the master at edging and he can tell by your moans when you’re in the mood for it and when you aren’t. And you most definitely are tonight. He loops his arms around your back and reaches up to grab your shoulders. He pulls you down against him and begins to fuck up into you.

“Yesyesyesyes!!! Bucky!” He kisses your neck and then he completely stops. You whimper but lean in to kiss him anyway. You kiss him until he starts thrusting up into you again. You whisper against his lips “Yesyesyes, right there- Don’t stop! Ffffuuuccckkk!” Bucky is feeling a little soft tonight so he edges you once and then lets you cum, working you right over the edge.

“That’s it Baby girl, mmhmm fuck yes! Squeeze me tight- yyeess!” He cums deep inside you as you milk him dry. You nuzzle into his neck and kiss all around as he works himself through his high. His head tilts back and rests on the edge of the tub as he catches his breath. You kiss up his jawline and meet his lips and he moans into your mouth. “Mmhmm Daisy, my Baby girl- woohhh you really know how to pull one outta me.” He smirks and you blush. You kiss him and lean against his chest. He is still buried inside you and he stays like that till you decide it’s finally time to actually bathe and get ready for bed. When the tub starts to drain Steve takes that as his cue to come in.

“Hey Daisy girl,” he kisses you sweetly. “Did you have a fun night?” he asks, already knowing the answers seeing as once you and Bucky got into the bathroom he went and laid on the bed. You nod and he leans in to kiss you again. “Good.” Steve says with a pat to your ass. Bucky walks by and Steve gives his shoulder a squeeze before Bucky leans in and kisses you.

“We had a great night, didn’t we?” You nod and giggle as he kisses you neck.

“We did!” you look back at Bucky.

“I think only one thing could have made it better.” Bucky says and you bite your lip.

“Oh? And what’s that?” Steve asks. You look at Bucky and smirk. Bucky laughs and motions to you.

“If you had joined us,” You answer. “You were left out. You deserve some attention too.” Steve smirks, his eyes turning a little dark. He simply unties his drawstring sweatpants and slowly pulls himself out, stroking himself while looking at you. Blush starting to spread across your cheeks and you tongue darting out to lick your lips.

“Well how about I get some attention now.” Steve suggests and you bite your lip again and look at Bucky. He lightly laughs and settles back against the counter.

“Well I’m not gonna do it, Baby girl.” He crosses his arms. “But I’d love to watch. Get your fill baby.” You settle on your knees after Steve moves the bathmat for you to have a cushion. You take him in your mouth and work him over. Bobbing your head up and down, swirling your tongue all around, even playing with his balls and teasing his ass a little. When he cums he does as he fucks your face, you don’t waste a single drop, you even open your mouth and stick out your tongue to show him what a ‘good girl’ you are. Steve moans and pulls you into a kiss and then Bucky does the same. Not ‘grossed out’ by the fact you taste like Steve, he doesn’t care one bit.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” Bucky says. He squeezes your ass. Steve decides to be a little tease.

“Well, thanks Buck! But this is really about Daisy right now.” Steve kisses your neck from behind. As you laugh and Bucky shakes his head and slaps the side of Steve’s ass. He then pulls you into a kiss.

“Mmhmm let’s get to bed.” Bucky murmurs against your lips.

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Once in bed you explain to them what you plan to do with Ransom the following morning. “My one request,” Bucky asks, “is that after this the bath is saved for me and Stevie. I know that’s your go to aftercare but I need something special that’s just ours.” You think for a minute and then look at Steve, you can tell he is thinking the same thing. “I know he loves baths and I don’t mind you sharing one with him but I don’t want you to have sex with him and then start washing his hair and taking care of him like you do us.” You lay a hand on his chest and agree.

“Okay, aftercare baths are only for my husbands.” You say. “I will still let Ransom have his baths if he wants them with me, but we will move it to the bed after the fact. How does that sound?” You ask. Steve nods and Bucky kisses your head.

“Thank you, Daisy. I love you.”

“I love you too, Bucky. I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you too, Daisy. I’ll tell they guys.” You silently thank him. Steve picks up his phone and sends out a message to the guys that are with Daisy.

***Text conversation***

Steve- Update to Daisy’s rules. Bath aftercare is saved for husbands alone. Baths and sex in the bath/shower are acceptable with Daisy but no form of aftercare will take place in said bath or shower. Sign back if you agree to the new rules.

Ari- wasn’t that already, like a thing?

Steve- no

Ari- oh, okay. Yeah I agree.

Jefferson- I agree.

Frank (EB)- I agree.

Ransom- who the fuck is this guy?^

Frank (EB)- 🤦🏻 We’ve met multiple times…

Ransom- no recollection

Steve- Ransom do you agree or not?

Ransom- yeah yeah, I agree.

Steve- thank you

Ransom- but what happens if I didn’t 🤔😏

Steve-

Frank (EB)-

Jefferson-

Ari- 😒

Ransom- who the fuck is banging on my door?!

Steve- it’s Bucky… he just wants to talk. 🙂😊

Ransom- well call him off, I agree and won’t try anything!!

***End Text***

Ransom hears Bucky’s footsteps retreating up the stairs and he rolls his eyes. Bucky crawls back into bed with you and you hold him tight as Steve holds you. Happy as can be with your men.

You wake up to the door creaking open and someone making themselves at home on the end of your bed. You turn over and see it is 8am. Steve and Bucky had left to go on a run, they knew your plans with Ransom this morning and they wanted to be out of the room when he arrived but back before you were done. Just in case Ransom tried to pull anything regarding the new rule. Your boys are always so concerned for you, you smile at the thought. Sitting up and stretching as you scoot to the edge of the bed, Bucky had left you a warm cup of coffee just the way you like it and Steve had left you a little love note. You lift your coffee and warm your hands with it as you stand and head to the bathroom. You haven’t given Ransom a look since he snuck in the room. You throw a hand over your shoulder and beckon him to follow, you know he is watching, and follow you is exactly what he does. You smile as you enter the bathroom and see that Steve and Bucky did exactly as you asked before they left. Ransom walks in, a little too smug, that is until he sees the tub filled with ice and water.

“What- what the hell is this?!” He looks at you, “Daisy?!? I held my tongue and was decent to everyone-“

“Just barely. Besides ice baths are great for you.” You smile as you pull him closer to the tub.

“They aren’t good for my dick.” He starts to pout. “I thought I was getting some sweet time with my Daisy Mae, not torture before 9am.” Ransom complains yet he doesn’t leave. He stays, arms crossed and staring at the ice floating around. You giggle to yourself and pull off the shirt you were wearing, it’s a shared shirt between Steve and Bucky. They both wear it so you are surrounded by them even when they aren’t there. Ransom sees your bare skin, no underwear or bra, absolutely bare. Ransom looks you up and down as he smirks. “Well well, Daisy Mae-“

“Shhh if you want all this,” you motion to your body, “then you will get in the tub.”

“But why?!” Ransom strips off his shirt and tosses it with yours, secretly hoping his scent will stay on your shirt as well.

“Because,” you start to explain. “Even though you held your tongue, you still insulted Bucky yesterday. Calling him a machine?! He was abused and you decided to turn it into a punch line. So if you wanna make jokes then you have to endure a fraction of what he endured. If you want the warmth and embrace of my arms, you will get in the damn tub and understand the weight of the jokes you make.” You stand firm, arms crossed, voice steady. Ransom’s eyes flick to the tub again and then to you.

“Okay, but I’m not gonna be happy about it.” Ransom snaps. You smile and rub his back as he walks closer to the tub.

“I’d expect nothing less.” You kiss his cheek, “I’m even letting you keep your pants on, so be happy. They weren’t as kind to Bucky.”

Ransom takes a deep breath and slips one leg in. “Fuck!!” He groans. “I better get a good blow job after this.” He takes a breath and fully slips into the tub. You smile and lean over the side to kiss his cheek.

“You’ll take whatever I give you and you’ll like it.” You beam at Ransom and how he is simply obeying. You can take his attitude, to be fair you’d be a little peeved if Steve or Bucky did this. Ransom looks at you and makes a point to shiver as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“You know I get cold easily, that’s why I wear my sweaters.” Ransom says. You sit on the edge of the tub and rub up and down his chest. He lets a little moan slip out as he feels your warm hands across his cold skin.

“Warming up?” You tease and he grunts.

“Daisy, you are lucky I-“ he stops himself, he can’t say that. Nope not now, not ever. No one will have control over him, he’s Ransom Drysdale. Instead he says, “You’re lucky if I let you even suck my cock after this.” You laugh and pat his head.

“Okay, Ransom.” You take a deep breath without him noticing. You brace yourself and use all your strength to keep a calm face as you slide into the water with him, straddling his lap and placing your hands on his shoulders. “You’ll ‘let’ me do that and so so much more.” You coo in his ear. You press your body against his and he is mesmerized.

“How- Daisy you’re naked- you will freeze.” Ransom starts to stumble over his words as you kiss over his chest.

“I’m fine. I use to do one of these every morning with Bucky.” You explain.

“Why?”

“You really wanna know?” You ask and Ransom nods, “I’m letting you in, Ransom. I’m trusting you with a sensitive time in mine and Bucky’s life and relationship. Are you ready for that?” You ask again, wanting him to under that this is not information he can use at a later date to hurt or make fun of Bucky with. You see a rare moment of softness break in Ransom’s eyes. He nods.

“Yes, Daisy. You can trust me.” Ransom answers as he moves his hands out of the water and across your back. A little smile and moan breaks through as you feel his touch.

“I would do this every morning with Bucky to show him the cold can’t hurt him anymore and that it can be healing. Healing from pain, from stress, it can wake you up to the world around you. It’s something beautiful, cold, and pure. To show him that Ice also melts.” You reach behind you and pull the drain and then turn on the faucet to warm water. “When heat is applied ice melts. When warmth is added, hard, cold, ice, melts away and leaves room for growth.” You rub his chest, “for heat,” you lean forward and kiss his jawline, “for love.” You kiss him and he leans into it. “I would do this every morning to show him that the ice, the cold is a part of him and that he shouldn’t be scared anymore, that after the ice I would always be there for him. That after the ice I would be his warmth.” You gently take Ransom’s jaw in your hand. “That is the man you called a machine, Ransom. The man that so desperately clings to life and love because he has been controlled and frozen in time, in place, and in life. He never chose to be a “Machine” but he chose to let go of the past that hurt him while still finding something good from that time.” Ransom feels like an asshole, which is rare. Hardly anyone could make him feel that way or even care. But knowing just a little bit more about Bucky, knowing how content and happy Bucky is even after everything he has gone through, Random wants that.

“I’m- I’m sorry, Daisy.” He continues to draw circles on your hips with his fingers. He can’t bring himself to meet your gaze. Not while he is apologizing and you don’t push him to, which he is thankful for. It’s a big step, and you’ll let him take that as slowly as he needs. You hug him tightly and rub his back.

“Thank you, Ransom.” You pull back and kiss his cheek, that’s gets him to look at you. “We love you, I hope you know that.” He laughs and then scoffs.

“Okay, well you know what I love? Your pretty lips on my dick, which is frozen by the way. So you think we could get to the good stuff.” He teasingly thrusts up against you. You shake your head and sigh before you smile.

“I guess I should have expected that. Not ready to talk about ‘feelings’? Fine. But I’ll give you something better than my lips, huh?” You smile and stand up on your knees. Adjusting the temperature of the water and making it a little warmer. You turn around to see Ransom has taken off his pants and boxers and has thrown them on the tile floor, soaking wet. “Ransom?!? You will be cleaning that up. Understand?!”

“You got it, Daisy Mae!” He places his hands behind his head and he spreads his legs a little and watches you settle back over him.

“Oh I almost forgot!” You grab the bag of petals and bottle of bath oil.

“What? Oh my god- are you serious?!!” He throws his head back as you sprinkle the petals all in the water and pour some lavender oil in the water and on his chest.

“Yup! You wanted to ruin my flowers so I made sure they didn’t go to waste.” You smile and settle on his lap. You pat his chest. “Go on, get your fill.” Ransom smirks and reaches below the water, adjusting himself so he can slam up into you. Right before he does Steve and Bucky come walking back into the bedroom and then the bathroom. You smile over Ransom’s shoulder and they wave back.

“Should we come back in like what? 5 minutes?” Steve asks, teasing. Random is about to use his quick whit but you quiet him with your chest before he can. You pull his head forward and urge him to kiss your breast as you handle your husbands.

“Very funny, Bucky please go and get breakfast plates for us 4.” You turn to Steve, “you go get the mop so you can help Ransom clean up the water after we are done.” Steve winks and nods. Bucky comes over and kisses you sweetly, Ransom purposely thrust up into you and you moan against Bucky’s lips. Bucky laughs and reaches down to give your breast a squeeze.

“Yeah yeah, he feels good. We know.” Bucky teases as he leaves. Random looks up at you and smirks

“Do you talk about me to your Husbands?”

“Nope, it’s just you aren’t quiet at all.” Ransom gives you a look and you laugh. “Okay neither am I- just fuck me already.”

“Gladly.” Ransom smirks and then makes it his mission that even the dude chained in the basement who gives him the creeps can hear you scream as you cum. He is more than successful at that feat.

“RANSOM!!!!” You scream as you pass out on his shoulder. He cums deep inside you as you just moan and try to come back to earth. Ransom tries to move you off him so he can get up and get you out, not wanting to be accused of breaking the rules, but your dead weight and the angle in the tub makes that impossible.

“Daisy? Daisy Mae can you stand?” He asks.

“Mmhmm not yet. My legs are jello.” You smile and pat his face. “You did good, Ran.” You kiss him and then lay your head back down. About 45 minutes later Ransom finally gives in and does what he vowed he’d never do. He calls Bucky for help.

“Why just me and not Steve too?” Bucky asks as he easily lifts you off Ransom. You whine and cling to Bucky. Ransom gets out and grabs a towel.

“Well, she told me- the ice bath-“ Ransom sighs. “I just understand you a little more. She told me about the ice baths and- I’m sorry.” He looks at his feet, not looking Bucky in the eyes. “Anyway, I kinda know what it’s like- I mean not to your extent. I know what it’s like to feel like no one cares about you.” Ransom fiddles with his towel as he wraps it tighter. Bucky nods and looks down at a sleeping you. He gently smiles.

“Trauma is trauma, Ransom. I was beaten, used as an assassin, and frozen for years. You were neglected and never felt seen or truly loved for who you were.” Bucky kisses your cheek as you nuzzle closer. “Both are valid traumas that deserve healing. I’m glad Daisy didn’t give up on me and you should be glad she won’t give up on you.” Bucky gives him a nod and then walks into the bedroom with you curled up in his arms. Ransom dries off and ties the towel low around his waist, he gathers up his clothes before he walks out into the bedroom. He sees Bucky brushing your hair out of your face and whispering sweet nothings to you. Your breakfast is ready and waiting when you finally come back to earth. Bucky looks up and sees Ransom watching them. “Do you want to take care of her? She’s out of the bath, you can.” Ransom shakes his head.

“No I’m- not really an ‘aftercare’ type of guy anyway, bath or not.” Ransom looks at his feet as he answers and Bucky is taken aback. For the first time Ransom actually looks sad or maybe unsure. Bucky nods.

“You’ll never know till you try.” Bucky offers but Ransom just shakes his head. “Well if you see Steve out there go ahead and send him in with the mop.” Bucky says and Ransom nods. “Oh and Ransom?” Ransom turns around and looks at Bucky. “The next time you sleep with my wife, you will take care of her after. It’s what she deserves.” Ransom nods and goes to leave. He looks back at you and without even thinking he walks over and gives you a sweet kiss on your lips before he leaves the bedroom, having the decency for once to close the door. Bucky kisses you sweetly as the door opens, Steve walking in with the mop and a bucket. He walks over and kisses you.

“Hey Daze, did you have a good morning?” Steve asks as he lays a kiss to your forehead.

“A great morning!” You say as you open your eyes to look at him. “Did Ransom leave?” You ask, looking around, sad that he just left after the time you had.

“Yeah Daisy girl, he did” Steve pushes your hair away from your shoulders.

“He umm- he was running late-“ Bucky tries to find an excuse, he can’t. And he knows that you can see through it. “He’s just not ready for this part. Not yet, Daze.” You look down and fiddle with the blanket. You had thought he’d at least hold you for a few moments, especially after the time you had together.

“It’s okay, he’s still learning.” You snuggle close to Bucky as Steve cleans up the bathroom for you. Soaking up the water with a mop and emptying the tub. “Thank you Stevie, now come snuggle. I’m coming down real hard and need lots of love.” Steve smiles and abandons his job to snuggle with you and Bucky.

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Ransom looks around his room and he feels so alone, he shouldn’t have left you. “Damn it!” He screams and tosses a pillow off the bed. “You always fucking do this, Ransom.” He lays back against his bed “You have something good and you just push it away.” He thinks about you lying in Bucky’s arms, happy and content. He could never give you that and he needs to stop thinking he ever can.

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“I need to go see him.” You say as you sit up. You jump up and grab Bucky’s shirt to throw it on.

“Who?” Steve asks as he sits up, looking at Bucky. You 3 had just gotten comfortable and now you’re leaving.

“Ransom.” Bucky says as he sits up and squeezes Steve’s shoulder. Steve nods understanding and then looks to you.

“Go ahead,” Steve smiles and gives you a nod.

“He needs to learn that he can’t just run away. Because we will chase him down.” Steve says and you three laugh.

“Exactly!” You giggle and blow them a kiss as you head towards Ransom’s room. You don’t knock, you just walk right in. Ransom sits up, startled by the door.

“Daisy Mae-“ Ransom starts but you cut him off.

“Nope, we had sex and I require lots of snuggles and kisses after the fact. Bucky and Steve have been filling in for you but that stops today. If you want sex with me then you have to take care of me after. Deal?!” You look at him and you can see the smallest smile break across his face. He lifts his blanket and you walk over and crawl under the covers with him. He pulls you close and you snuggle to his chest. “Thank you, Ran.” He kisses your head and smiles

“You’re welcome, Daisy Mae.” He rubs your back and holds you tight as you fall asleep. About an hour later you wake up to Ransom kissing your forehead. He doesn’t know you’re awake and that’s the only reason he is showing such a sweet gesture. You shift a little to let him know you’re ‘waking up’ and to see if he stops. He presses one more kiss to your forehead and then moves off the bed to get dressed. “Hey Daisy Mae, we gotten get going. It’s almost lunch.”

“Mmhm okay.” You sit up to stretch and as you look around you see Bucky’s shirt laying on the end of the bed for you but Ransom has already left. You huff and pout. “One step forward, three steps back.” You slip on the shirt and just to poke at Ransom you take a clean pair of his boxers and slip them on. Needless to say Jake and even Ari had some whistles for you when you come out sporting the clothes of two different men. You just smile and walk straight over to Steve, sitting in his lap and letting him feed you some fruit from his lunch plate, you couldn’t be happier.

Later that day you pass by Ari in the hall. At this point you’ve gotten dressed but the leggings you are wearing are pretty tight. Ari looks up and down the hall before slipping a hand around your waist and kissing your cheek. “You get sexier by the day Daze.” You giggle and he kisses your jawline. “We haven’t had some fun in almost 2 months, what say we have some fun tonight.” He spins you around and pins your back against the wall and his body.

“I’d say, I already promised Jefferson and it’s been almost that long for him too.” You kiss Ari and he smiles against your lips. “So, rain check?” Ari nods and squeezes your ass.

“Rain check.” And with that he is walking out the door to meet Andy. You turn to see Natasha Romanoff sitting in your living room.

“Well hey stranger!” You laugh and cross over to her.

“Hey. You know if I didn’t know any better with all the men you are juggling I’d think you were a slut.” She smirks and you laugh.

“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t know any better.” You tease back, and now she laughs. You give her a big hug and she returns the gesture. “What brings you here? Other than to stop by every six months to make sure I know what a slut I am.” Nat laughs again.

“I am here to get Steve and Bucky, Tony’s got something for them in a few days and I need to brief them.” She explains and you nod.

“A dangerous something?” You ask.

“Isn’t it always.” Nat says, with a hint of sadness.

“They are down in the basement with Cap, I’m headed that way now.” You walk with her to the basement door.

“Overdue for a date with your kitten?” Nat teases and you nod.

“Very!” Walking downstairs you hear the screams coming from Cap.

“Well he’s not happy.” Nat says.

“No, he’s not.” You say. “Well I’m going this way. They don’t like it when he sees me so,” Nat nods and waves goodbye as she goes towards the screaming. You hear him scream,

“Why the hell is she here?!?” Your stomach turns, knowing what the 3 of them did to get Cap free from Hydra. What they told him before he ended up here. Your heart aches to help him, but you know with helping him you’d also probably fall for him. Your heart lives in your vagina and you’d find it pretty easy to fall for a man who looks and sounds just like your husband. Maybe Nat is right, maybe you are a slut.

Oh well! You think and smile to yourself. It’s all in good fun and you know she, nor anyone else would ever think of you that way, at least not really. You laugh as you knock on Jefferson’s door. He opens and you slink against the doorframe. “Hi Kitten.” You bite your lip and cross the threshold. Jefferson smirks and his eyes turn dark. He pulls you close and kisses you roughly.

“You ready to play, Bunny?” He asks as he whispers against your lips. You nod and that’s all the consent he needs. He lifts you into his arms and kicks the door shut before he carries you to the bed to have his way with you.

Jefferson tosses you down on the bed and you bounce with a laugh. You then pop up and scramble to the other side, out of his reach. He smirks “My little Bunny, always one for games.” He leaps across the bed and you let out a scream as you dash away from him. He laughs and smiles as he chases you around the bed. Jefferson grabs your waist and pulls you back against his body as he snakes his hands down your front, groping your breast and kissing your neck. “But you’re always too slow.” You hum and smile at the feeling of his lips on your body.

“Mmhm maybe I like being chases and caught.” You tease as you grind your ass against him, you can feel him grow harder. He moans against your skin and leave a love bite on your shoulder.

“Oh I know you do,” he slips his hand down you front of your underwear and he feels the slick that’s coated your folds. He gives a dark chuckle and pulls his fingers free, licking them clean and humming. “Mmhmm you definitely like it.” You nod and giggle. Jefferson turns you around in his arms and seals your lips in a kiss. Pushing you back on the bed and boxing you in, he takes you apart slowly. Kissing every inch of your body while he strips you down. He pulls out his scissors and you gasp a little as the cool metal touches your skin, he cuts away clothes and leaves the shreds on the floor. “Whose boxers are you wearing, Bunny?” He asks with a little bit of jealousy in his eyes. You bite your lip and he trails his scissors down the bare skin of your stomach, stopping at the edge of the elastic of the boxers.

“Ransom’s” you say breathlessly. Jefferson huffs and then you hear a ‘snip’. He cuts away the crotch of the boxers, exposing your dripping center to the cool air.

“Oops,” he says, completely unbothered. You meet his gaze and he smirks. “I don’t know if you chose them for comfort or if he chose them for you,” he trails his fingers along your wet folds as he inches close and closer to your lips. “But he should know that a pussy this sweet should never be covered.” He kisses your lips. “Ever.” You whimper as he rubs your clit and brings you close to the edge. “Even the wolves keep you in tiny underwear, easily pushed to the side for ripped. This just won’t do.” He says as he rips away the rest of the fabric. “My pretty little bunny, so needy.” He pulls back and watches your face as he slows down his fingers and tease you even more. “Tell me where you want me, Bunny. Tell me how bad you want me.”

“Please Kitten, I want you inside me.” You beg and Jefferson smirks as he looks your now naked body up and down.

“Done.” Jefferson says, the darkness in his eyes says it all and before you know it you are devoured and floating away in pure bliss.

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When you wake up an hour later, your neck hurts and you can feel the sting of the bite marks he left. Your ass is red and sore from the spankings you earned and from his teasing of your ass, your throat hurts a little from when he fucked your face, and your hair hurts from where he pulled so hard. You feel his cum leaking out of you and you melt at the kitten kisses he is leaving on your back right then. “Mmhmm wow.” Is all you say and Jefferson laughs and kisses your neck.

“Haven’t gone that hard in a long time.” Jefferson teases as he kisses up and down your spine. “Not since Summer at least. When we chased you around the orchard in the back. It’s when your wolves and I discovered that playing tag is so much more fun with vibrators.” You give a sleepy giggle. That night had been lots of fun, a full moon that peaked through the storm clouds rolling in, the smell of rain growing stronger as the night went on, and you in nothing but a black slip dress. The three of them chased you through the woods while you hid and waited to get the jump on them. The gold in Bucky’s arm gleamed when the moon peaked out from the clouds, it made him an easy target for you. But in finding him, Steve and Jefferson knew right where you were. They use the toys to ‘tag’ you and bring you over the edge. That night was filled with endless highs and many texts from the others to keep it down. Ransom didn’t mind though, you caught him a couple times peaking out of the living room windows. You blushed and thanked god that Ransom was far enough away to not see it. “At the first hint of spring I’ll meet you outside.” He kisses your lips. You smile and pull him closer as you roll over.

“It’s a date.” Jefferson nibbles on your lip before stealing one more kiss. You snuggles close as he rubs your back and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

Before you leave you pull Jefferson close. “You are amazing, you know that?” He gently smiles. “And the court will give you back your visitation and then your custody. You have Andy on your side, so there is no need to worry.”

“I just wanted her back.” Jefferson says softy, look at the floor. You tilt his head up and give him a kiss and then a hug.

“They will see all the work you’ve done and see that it was a mistake in the first place.” You rub his back before you pull away. “And she will have her own room here soon. We will make sure it’s safe and close to yours. You deserve to have your Grace back as much as she deserves her papa.” Jefferson wipes away and tear and nods. He hugs you one last time before you slip out and head upstairs.

Later that night you find yourself with just your Husbands while Dinner is being made. You wince as you sit in Steve’s lap, Bucky quickly grabs out the heated pillow and pops it in the mirror wave to warm it up. When it done he gives it to you for your ass, you kindly thank him with a sweet kiss. Both men know how hard Jefferson can go so they know how sore and red your ass probably is right now, they also know the best thing to do is to get ahead of the pain. Bucky lets you taste a bite of dinner and with your approval he knows it’s good. Before long your quality time with your two soldiers is over, Ransom walks in and sits at the table; on time for a meal for the first time in his life. He gives a polite nod to Bucky and then just looks at Steve. You smile and reach out to squeeze his hand and Ransom smiles at the gesture and then rubs his thumb over the back of yours. “Daisy Mae, how did you turn out so sweet?” Ransom asks, knowing only Bucky and Steve were in the room. You blush a little. This is the first time he’s ever said that sweet nickname and there wasn’t some kind of snark with it. He genuinely turned it into a name of endearment. Steve and Bucky share a look, catching the change as well. Steve hums and kisses your neck as Bucky smiles at the three of them. While still holding Ransom’s hand you explain.

“This world is so cruel and mean, Ransom. I figured it couldn’t hurt to combat that with a little sweetness.” You pull his hand up and give it a gentle kiss before you stand up and give him a kiss on the lips. “Now, go down to Jefferson’s room and grab your shredded boxers. He left them there for you to clean up, seeing as they are yours.” You give him a cheesy grin and Ransom sighs and rolls his eyes, grumbling as he walks away. Steve watches and teases a little.

“Aww there’s the Ransom we know!” Bucky laughs at Steve joke and Steve smiles proudly. Dinner is wonderful and everyone is in good spirits. Bucky and Steve finish up and leave Jake and Ransom to do the dishes while they head downstairs to feed Cap. The rest of the night is spent with Steve massaging out your sore muscles and then you hold Bucky and Steve all night. You have to wipe a tear when you realized how blessed and loved you are.

The next morning your coffee warms your soul as you sit at the table waiting on your pancakes. Steve flips through the paper like the old man he is and Bucky has some fun 40’s music playing softly in the background. That peace is slightly disturbed by Jake and Precious leaving their room in a slight frenzy.

“Big day!” He is dressed in his Petunias shirt and he has his gym bag ready to go. Precious is grabbing snacks and water for the both of them. “You guys really need to come to the next one! Not a lot left in the season before Christmas break- even Andy and Peach are coming to the game today.” You smile and nod.

“I know, I was really hoping Jefferson would be able to join us when we go but his visitation hearing isn’t until next week. So I’m not going till I can go with him. Steve and Bucky are free to go though!” You look at them and they share a look.

“Hey don’t be like that. Even Ransom is gonna go to the next game. Although I think that’s just because he wants to get out of the house.” Jake says and then squeezes Bucky’s shoulders and gives them a shake. “It’ll be fun!” He looks at you. “I understand, Daisy. Should I tell Grace that he says hi?”

“Yes, please.” Jake turns and sees Jefferson. “Tell her I hope to be at her next game.” He smiles and Jake nods happily.

“I will.” Jake turns and takes Precious’ hand. “Alright, we will see you later!”

“Go Petunias!” Shouts a mixture of voices of different excitement and levels of enthusiasm. You laugh and wave as they disappear out the door. Bucky sits and pulls you into his lap as Steve sits beside you two. He places your plate in front of you and hand some to Steve. Jefferson sits down across from you three and Ari comes shuffling in to grab his morning coffee. You all start talking and sharing about the days ahead when Ransom quietly joins. He leans against the doorway as he watches you all interact. You cuddle with Bucky as Steve eats and feeds you between bites, enjoying watching you and Bucky. Ari laughs at Bucky’s invitation to train and says he ‘likes being able to walk’ Bucky tends to go too hard when training and working out. Jefferson says he has some new suit designs for Steve and Bucky and he hopes to have them done soon. This little family unit that was weirdly formed yet works so well. You see Ransom behind Ari and you lean forward and hold out your hand. All the men turn around to look, they share glances and you can tell their energy changes a little.

“Come sit, there is plenty of room.” You invite him over and he cautiously joins you. He looks around at you all just staring at him and then rolls his eyes.

“I know I’m pretty to look at but I’m not into dudes.” He grumbles as he settles in his chair. The men all sigh and just laugh, because what else would they do. You smirk settle further into Bucky’s arms as you joke.

“Well good thing I am” you bite your lip and look at all your boys, some shared, others not, but all there with just you for a moment. And for a moment it’s perfect. “My men, together. I couldn’t be happier. We are only missing Frankie.” You beam at them all. Jefferson and Ari even make a point to squeeze Ransom’s shoulder and pat his back, as an almost ‘welcome’. Ransom panics and like all trauma responses, his just happens.

“And that’s a good thing cause I’d really like to get into you later.” Ransom snarks. He stands and leaves the room as he waves over his shoulder. “See ya later, Daisy Mae.” You sigh and lean your head against Bucky’s shoulder. He kisses your temple and Steve rubs your back. Ari takes Ransom’s seat and squeezes your knee as Jefferson reaches across the table to hold your hand.

“One step forward, three steps back.” You sadly admit. The boys continue to comfort you. Even though Ransom put up that wall and strutted away to hide his worry and happiness in being accepted by the guys, he still chose to say your name in the new, sweet way and that gives you a little hope.

Next

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send in some ideas for any au for some short drabbles!! Feeling creative this week 🫶

[magicxc]

18+ beyond this point, minors DNI

Ransom Drysdale:

Holding Firm - After a long day at work, our reader soon learns that it’s about to be longer. 08/27/21

Warnings: Explicit content 18+, dub-con, choking, thigh riding, dirty talk 

Sleepless Nights - A visit to the Thrombey’s comes with more than a just a headache. 12/04/21

Warnings: Explicit 18+, Non-Con, Hair Pulling, Very Brief Acceptance of Death, Threats of Murder, Non-Con Touching, Breeding Kink, Crying During Sex, Fingering

Frank Adler:

Bonafide Love - A gentleman on the surface, Frank can only keep up the façade for so long. 08/31/21

Warnings: Explicit 18+, stalking, choking, non-con, unprotected sex

Steve Rogers:

Sweetness - New to the neighbourhood, reader gets a special welcome from Steve. 10/09/21

Warnings: Explicit 18+, Dub-Con, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Hand Job, Cum Eating, Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex

Andy Barber:

Twice My Age - After a spring break trip doesn’t go as planned, reader quickly finds another way to make up for the inconvenience. 03/20/22

Warnings: Explicit 18+, Unprotected Sex, Exhibitionism, Spit 4 Lube, Size Kink Kinda, Clit Slapping, Aggressiveness??, Degradation

[bigtreefest]

Let’s talk about Knives Out

Spoilers below the cut

🔥🤤sweater daddy. I wish that was all I had to say. Well, it is, but it also very much isn’t.

1st Watch

After knowing what happens in the end, I had never liked Ransom (Chris Evans’s Character) until I went through with my second and third rewatch. So on my first watch, it was exciting because all the twists and turns really catch you by surprise. It’s such a wonder who would pull such an elaborate plan and why. Ransom is obviously awful. That’s why the dogs hate him. It’s such a sign of character. But for some reason, he’s helping Marta, and I loved it. He appeared so genuine and like he was really trying to find the best way to help her. Benoit Blanc’s accent is also hilarious and so is the fact that none of them really care to know where Marta’s from.

The dogs love Linda and Linda is honestly not that terrible of a person when it comes to everyone else. She actually loved her father as seen by the way they shared notes, but idk. Everyone’s flawed and she still expected money and inheritance

2nd Watch

I started to pick up on the symbolism and more details of the movie. Chris Evans looks even better in his sweaters. But if you look closely, they’ve got tears and holes. What does this mean? But the sweater is nice before Harlan dies. Does this mean Ransom looks nice on the surface, but if you look deeper, something’s wrong? Does this mean he started to crumble after Harlan’s death? They also bring up the fact that Marta is the only one who beat Harlan at ‘Go’ more than Ransom. Does this mean that if Marta weren’t around, Ransom would’ve gotten the inheritance? Or would he have been cut off like everyone else still? Or, does this mean that Marta was a better strategist. Even though Ransom did a lot of the work, she took the final step in lying in order to get him to confess to murder. Also, Meg on that phone call? Was she really apologetic or was she trying to get that money?? And why didn’t Harlan keep paying her tuition, it was her mom’s fault. But I guess she was technically a mooch like everyone else.

And obviously there’s the fact that everyone lies to Marta about wanting her at the funeral. Don’t lie to save face, you couldn’t have all gotten outvoted.

3rd watch

I’ve fallen in love with Chris Evans as Ransom even more, not just because of the sweaters, but because in this time, I read some really good fanfics that redeemed him. The movie is cast so perfectly and I love the subtleties. Plus, I’ve always had a little bit of a thing for guys who are awful for me if they’re hot (it’s a fatal flaw, I know, I’m working on it, but can you blame me?). Ransom is so smart, and it’s a shame he uses it for evil because he was so close. Anyway, let’s talk about alcoholic beverages. My investigation into this started because I wanted to know the mixed drink Ransom ordered at the bar (which which I still haven’t figured out yet, but I think it was a Manhattan?)

Look at the alcohol in the movie, though. The whole family is always luxuriously drinking scotch or champagne. Ransom, on the other hand, orders craft beer at the bar with Marta, which separates him from his family, but hopefully makes him seem more relatable to her. Even tho craft beer is the rich man’s beer lowkey. Then, he uses a large bottle for set fire to the Medical Examiner’s office. This whole time, we don’t see Marta drink at all, which separates her from the family. Not to mention, Ransom builds a literal wall of beer bottles between the two of them at the restaurant, showing physical separation despite his offer of assistance. The bottles are also apparently in one of the positions of ‘Go’ called Atari. This is an attack position, meaning Ransom thinks he has the high ground. Incorrect. This is all just a posed by the separation we see at the end of the movie where Marta is looking down at them on the balcony while they all look up at her, once again separated but the tables have turned.

Overall, a great movie and a great look for Chris Evans. The costume designers and casting directors knew what they were doing. As much as I hate to say it, I WOULD NOT have been immune to Ransom’s charms.

Sources cited:

Drinks Meaing

Go Atari Reddit Post

Good Casting

Gifs

[lilacevans]

Omg I forgot to add it into the tags but that gif just gives puppy play to me

idk if that’s something you’re into but goddamn all I can see is little puppy me crying at his feet while he smirks at me for not being able to fit it all in my mouth

BABY U KNOW I GO BARK BARK FOR MEAN DADDIES WHAT DO U MEAN

i want him to get passed being bored and disinterested to frustrated and angry. surging up out of his chair, taking a hold of your hair in each hand and wragging your head back then just brutally throat fucking you. “if you’re not gonna do it properly, i’ll do it for you”

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | mutual masturbation

pairing | best friend!ransom drysdale x reader

warnings | very innocent!reader, bordering on little!reader. soft!ran <333 specifically soft for reader. ddlg undertones tbh (no use of the word daddy but ran is daddy af and also tells reader to "be a big girl" multiple times.) reader is having orgasm troubles/anxiety. mutual masturbation (clit rubbing, jerking off through pants.) subtle humiliation vibes (not verbalized.) praise and encouragement. delayed orgasm. he steps in and helps/finishes her off. he also comes in his pants lol. they come together! :D

word count | 886

it all starts when he overhears you on the phone with your friend, admitting you’ve never been able to make yourself come 😭

it somehow leads to him laying you out on your bed, tugging playfully at your jean shorts. “c’mon, baby. i promise, i wont make it weird. i just wanna help you”

and he’s your beeeest friend, your very best friend in the whole wide world, and you know he’s got plenty of experience and knowledge when it comes to this sort of thing, so you try to swallow down your humiliation and go along with it

he kneels attentively in front of you as you rest back against your pillows, shyly pulling off your bottoms. he chuckles sympathetically at your cute little pastel panties with your favorite cartoon characters on them. if it were any other girl, he'd probably make fun of them, but you've always been a sweet innocent baby in his eyes so he can't help but find it endearing 💕💕

"c'mon, cutie. don't be shy, it's just me" you try to remember that he's right; it's just your ran, your safe, wonderful ran, who you've known your whole life

you squeeze your knees together as you pull off your panties. ransom's surprisingly patient with you, "let me see, silly. can you show me how you've been doing it? i can't help unless i know what the problem is"

it takes a bit more coaxing before your knees finally fall to either side of you, revealing your perfect little petals which instantly have ran giving you the biggest heart eyes 🥺💖 "oh baby, you're so pretty down there. aww, are you a little wet, sweetheart? it's okay, don't be embarrassed" as you're squirming softly in front of him

your hands are so clumsy as you try to figure out where to even begin. he's right: you're wet (though you swear this isn't turning you on!!!) your fingers fumble around as you lamely begin poking and prodding at your leaky hole

ran raises an eyebrow at you, not sure whether or not you're playing dumb or just really this clueless. "that's it?" he asks in disbelief, clearly not impressed. you sigh, trying not to hide your face in your hands from embarrassment. "what about your clit?" noticing how you immediately grow more squirmy at his question, he calls your bluff- "come on, y/n. be a big girl and show me" 🥲🥲

you finally bring one hand up to begin rubbing carefully over your little button. you fail to hold in a soft gasp at the sudden rush of pleasure, earning a smile from the man sitting in front of you. "there you go. keep going, princess," he encourages you

as the warm, fuzzy feelings grow, you find the courage to spread yourself out a little with your other hand, giving you better access to your swelling bundle of nerves. ran's grin grows as he watches it growing and pulsating beneath your rubs

"shit, sweetheart. so fucking cute when you play with yourself like that," he curses softly, bringing one of his own hands down to begin palming himself through his pants. seeing him getting worked up by you only turns you on more. you don't even notice when your juices begin leaking down onto your bedsheets 🥲

you become more vocal, holding back fewer of your sweet little moans and whimpers. the noises you're making are clearly driving ran crazy, his pace over his impressive bulge quickening as his face flushes red. "fuck, just like that. keep rubbing that pretty little button for me, baby. look at you, you're fucking soaked"

your fingers grow faster over your throbbing clit, your breaths becoming more labored as you feel pressure beginning to build in your tummy. as soon as you recognize what's about to happen, a familiar sense of doubt hits you as your motions begin to falter. "r-ran," you choke out, big eyes looking up at him for help.

he's immediately leaning down with a worried look on his face, quickly recognizing the problem. "no, no baby, it's okay," he tries to cheer you on, "just keep going, you're almost there"

"can't do it," you frown as your poor clit twitches helplessly after being abandoned so abruptly

"yeah you can, come on. let me help," you can't even think to speak up or stop him before he's reaching down, using his own fingers to resume the stimulation. for whatever reason, you lay back and take it. "spread yourself open for me, sweetheart. just like you did before, there," he hums in approval as your hands fumble to do as he instructed. he keeps his pace steady over your hardened nub, watching as you quickly near the edge once more

"now come on, baby. be a big girl and come for me," with him towering over you, one hand gripping himself shamelessly through his pants while the other works your burning button just right, he's able to coax an orgasm out of you with just a simple command

"there it is, that's my girl," he's beaming proudly as you're finally given your release. the sight of you losing control under his simple touch and order is too much for him to handle; he comes right there in his jeans with a loud groan 😌

[eva-knits12]

Sweater love!

Chris Evans as Ransom Drysdale KNIVES OUT (2019)

[angelbaby-fics]

chloe! it’s bear! i know it’s been a bit and i missed you and your writings! 💜✨

if it’s okay can i put in a last minute request for your end of summer event? 🥺💜

i was wondering if i can request a blurb of ransom taking care of his baby after they had a rough day? thank you and lots of hugs! 🥹💜✨

aww i honestly really needed to write this! i've been having some rough days lately & writing this turned out to be cathartic 🥺 wish i had ransom 💕 123 words

"oh pumpkin, i know. i know." ransom patted your back as you cried into his shirt collar. it had been one of those days far too many days in a row, and you'd simply reached your breaking point. you hated that it took a meltdown to give yourself a break, but ransom hated it even more. if it were up to him, you'd live in a magic bubble where stress and sadness could never even touch you. "daddy's gonna make it all better" you looked up at him with a sniffle. "how?" his heart broke at your weepy little face. "anything you want angel. just say the word and i'll make it happen for you" he said, planting a kiss on your nose.

you're invited to my slumber party! this event is now over but thank you for participating!

[buckybarnesisdaddy]

All is Well pt 7

Summary- January bet is in full swing with Daisy and her boys, Daisy spends some time with Jefferson, and Ari finally gets his date with Daisy. Steve and Bucky have some much needed alone time and Daisy catches the eye of a basement dweller.

Pairings- Bucky × Daisy!Reader, Steve x Daisy!Reader, Stucky × Daisy!Reader, Ari x Daisy!Reader, Jefferson x Daisy!Reader.

Rating- Explicit, 18+

Warnings- polyamorous relationships, sex (piv), anal MxM (M receiving), Stucky SEX!!!, Oral (f & m receiving), fingering, spanking, biting, edging, Teasing, making out, lots of sex, aftercare, I'm sure I forgot something big.

18+ only!!

Word count- 17.3k

Author notes- I have been tiptoeing around Stucky for a while, and well now we are jumping in. It’s not super graphic but it’s definitely not shying away. It’s pretty clear when they start at it so you can skip if you want! This is a joint story with @theinheriteddutchess @rainydayandmondays give them a follow and read!! ❤️

Previous

The morning light breaks through and shines across the floor, the crisp January air outside make the room around them chilly and cold. You groans as you go to sit up, trying to untangle yourself from Bucky’s legs and Steve’s arms, it’s quite hard, especially when they are waking up and trying their best to keep you in bed.

“I need coffee, let me up.” You mumble as you keep trying to get up. Bucky pulls you back and mumbles against your shoulder.

“No, we can’t protect your ass out there. And we are too far behind in this bet to let you go anywhere unaccompanied.” You giggle and kiss him sweetly as you slip away. “Stevie, stop her.” Bucky mumbles quietly and with absolutely no fire. You laugh and kiss Steve before grabbing your robe and pulling it on.

“I can’t move, my ass is too sore from last night.” Steve whines and Bucky smirks up at you. You giggle and move closer to rub Steve’s ass.

“Aww did Daddy work you too hard last night.” You tease as you kiss his ear, he moans and nods.

“Yeah, but you also bit the hell out of it so, it was a joint effort, Daddy and mommy.” Steve is still so out of it, you giggle and kiss him again.

“Such a good boy, now you stay here, I’m sure Bucky would love to keep you company.” You tease and wink at Bucky as you slip out of the room. Just as you shut the door you hear the most gorgeous moan leave Steve’s lips. Wishing you could stay and join them but desperately needing coffee, you pull yourself from the wall and make your way to the kitchen. Jefferson and Ari are already up and eating breakfast.

“Good morning, boys.” You walk closer and give them pecks on the cheek. “How did you two sleep?” Jefferson pulls you to his lap as Ari pours you a cup of coffee.

“Not well, I think the excitement of today made me too riled up to sleep.” Jefferson explains, you cup his face and give him a sweet kiss.

“I know, I wish I could be there too.” You look to Ari “you are gonna be there, right?” Ari nods as he sits the coffee cup in front of you.

“Yes, Daze.” He kisses your head “Andy is meeting us at the soccer field with Grace and her foster mom, he will have an hour with her.” You turn and see Jefferson looking unsure.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay. This is one of the first steps in getting her back, okay?!” He nods and you cradle his head to your chest. “You know I am on your side, they never should have taken her-” Ari cuts you off.

“Okay, Jefferson how about you go get ready. We need to leave in 20 minutes to make sure we get there early.” Jefferson nods and kisses your head before standing up and heading back to his room. You look at Ari and he waits till Jefferson is out of ear shot. “Stop, you want him worked up before he sees her again?” You grumble and Ari pulls you close “His parenting should never had been called into questioning, I agree. But Grace’s Grandparents are vindictive and they wanted to hurt Jefferson the same way Graces mom hurt them by giving Jefferson full custody. He is a great dad and he can’t be emotional today, he needs to appear as stable as we know him to be so he can get Grace back.”

“I know all this, Ari.” You roll your eyes and Ari huffs a laugh. “I am just sad I can’t go with him today. I can go to his court hearings but I can’t go see him with Grace?! Absolutely dumb!” Ari laughs and rubs your back.

“You know exactly why, it would look weird. And we don’t need to explain to anyone what’s going on here or he definitely won’t get Grace back unless he moves out. And you and I both know he can’t do that.” Ari looks you up and down and moves closer. He brushes your hair off your shoulder and gently puts a hand on your neck, just resting and comforting as he rubs your jaw. “He needs you, Daze. He needs all of us but especially you.” You blush and Ari pulls you into a hug, your head pressed against his solid chest. You wrap your arms around his waist and just breathe in his scent. Different than your husband’s but comfortable all the same. His hands sneak down your back and gently squeeze your ass, a little giggle escapes your lips as you look up at him.

“You know you’re winning, right?” You say, cocking a brow as you look up at him. Ari nods as he leans down and kisses your lips.

“I’m already planning our date, Daze.” He whispers against your lips before he pulls back and smacks your ass. Just enough to sting but not enough to hurt. It was delicious. You giggle as you take your coffee cup from the table and head back to the bedroom. Ari watches you walk away and you hear a hum of approval as you lift your robe and show him your bare ass with a nice red handprint. “Hate to see you go but love to watch you leave.” Ari calls after you.

You expected to walk in and see Steve and Bucky in the throes of it but instead you hear the shower running and Bucky making the bed up. “So that was fast.” You joke and Bucky laughs and nods, crossing the room.

“Yeah, well we all know how good I am at getting what I want.” Bucky smirks as he pulls you close and kisses you. You laugh against his lips and agree.

“That we do.” He slips your coffee cup out of your hand and takes a sip before he pulls you along to sits down with him in the armchair across the room.

“He came within 3 minutes.” Bucky smirks as he looks you up and down, setting the coffee cup on the desk and lifting you in his arms as he stands and turns around. “Which I think I could replicate with you.” Bucky purrs out as he sets you in the chair and drops to his knees and unties your robe.

“Mmhmm please do.” You hum as Bucky spreads your legs and places them over the arms of the chair. He kisses down your inner thighs till he gets to your center, licking for your ass to your clit and back before he starts in. You reach down and play with his hair as he licks and sucks that bundle of nerves. “Oh Bucky, mmhmm yes baby!” He smirks against your skin and doubles his efforts, tongue fucking you while rubbing your clit with his real hand. You grab his hair harder and he moans against you as you cum on his face.

He works you through it and pulls away with a cocky smile. He kisses up your body and then kisses your lips.

“2 minutes and 53 seconds, new record.” He smiles and you giggle as you pull him into a kiss. “I do wanna know though,” he pulls back and moves his hands down to your ass “were you already worked up from this little ass smack you got?” He rubs where Ari just spanked you, it feels so good.

“Maybe.” You tease as you sit up. “But he’s not the one who made me finish that fast, is he?” You kiss Bucky and he laughs at your attempt to stoke his ego.

“No, no he’s not.” Bucky concedes and kisses you again as he pulls you up from the chair. “Finish your coffee and then go get in the shower with Stevie. I’m gonna make breakfast.” He hands you the coffee mug and then spanks you on the other cheek. You silence a moan and bite your lips as you watch him leave, he looks over his shoulder and smirks as he wipes his face off, your slick glistening in his stubble. “I guess I should wash my face first, huh?” He laughs and you just shake your head. He quickly run to the sink and splashes some water on his face and dries off before he heads out to the kitchen. You sneak into the shower with Steve, hugging him from behind. He smirks and leans his head back as you run your hands up and down his wet torso.

“Mmhmm if what I just heard was correct then you’ve had just as good a morning as I did.” Steve teases as he turns in your arms. You bite your lip and nod as you push up on your tiptoes to kiss him. You smile and then move past him to step into the spray of the water. He sees your ass and the two red handprints on each cheek, one clearly from Bucky’s metal hand and the other, well it’s not Bucky’s at all. Steve hums, his gaze darkening as he smirks and squats down behind you, sliding his hands over your ass. “A very good morning, it seems.” He kneads your ass and then leans in, you moan as you feel his lips kiss your lower back. Steve can’t help but smirk against your skin at the sounds of pleasure escaping your lips, he can’t help himself, wanting to leave his own mark, so he leans in, biting and leaving his mark.”

“Steve!” You squeal and Steve does it on the other cheek too. “Mmhmm Stevie!!” You giggle and he soothes each bite with a kiss and before he stands up and pulls you into his arm. “Now I have two hand prints and two bite marks on my ass!” You pout a little and Steve kisses your neck and jaw till you can’t help but break into a smile and giggle.

“Mmhmm there’s my girl.” He kisses your cheek. “And don’t pout, you know you love it.” You turn around and put on your best pout.

“You lose points for that.” You cross your arms and Steve laughs as he pulls your arms down and wraps them around his neck. He lifts you into his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Totally worth it” he smiles and kisses you as he braces you against the shower wall. “Can I earn them back later?” He smiles and wiggles his eyebrows. You giggle and play with his wet hair.

“Hmm maybe.” You kiss him and then slip out of his arms. You start to soap up your hair and Steve moves your arms away.

“Let me,” he kisses your cheek. “All jokes and teasing aside, I wanna dote on you right now.” He kisses you again. “I’ve missed you.” You hum and lean back into Steve’s arms. He washes your hair and helps rinse it out. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with Bucky, which I totally get he is kinda dreamy,” you laugh as he kisses up your shoulder to your neck. “I just miss my lovely wife.” You turn in his arms and pull him closer, moving under the spray of water. You play with his hair with one hand as you kiss him and rub his chest with the other. “Mmhmm what would you say to taking a weekend get away, just us.” You smile and hum against his lips.

“Yeah baby, I’d love that.” You kiss him again. “How about we plan it for our 5 year anniversary? It’s coming up in May.” Steve smiles widely and picks you up again.

“Yes! Absolutely baby girl.” He kisses you and then turns off the water. Stepping out of the shower with you still in his arms. “We will take our Honeymoon with Bucky to Wakanda in February and then we will plan our anniversary trip.” You kiss him and hop out of his arms to grab a towel. “I’ll tell Bucky that I wanted to take you away for our anniversary. I’m sure he will understand.” You nod and prance off to the closet to get dressed

“You should probably return the favor tonight before you tell him.” You tease. “Get him in a good mood.” You wink and Steve laughs as he walks up behind you, grabbing his clothes for the day.

“Yeah, I’ll see what I can do.” He kisses you as he heads out of the closet. “You spending time with Jefferson today?” Steve asks over his shoulder.

“He is visiting Grace today and Natasha is coming over later.” Steve turns and gives you an ‘oh really’ look. You laugh and spank him. “I am teaching her how to bake Bucky’s brownies.” Steve gasps.

“Hey, you better tell her to stay away from Bucky’s brownies!” You laugh, “we are the only ones who get to bake his brownies!” He teases and you giggle as you spank him again.

“Oh hush,” you kiss him. “She will be over around lunch and she will stay for dinner.” You pull him close and whisper against his lips as you rub your hand along the front of his pants. “Enough time for you steal Bucky away and make sure you bake his brownies enough to hear about our anniversary trip.” You giggle as you walk away, Steve’s face blushes red and a very obvious situation growing in his pants.

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“Hey Daisy Mae” you smirk at Natasha over your coffee cup knowing who it is before you even turn around. The nickname and the sound of a walking boot give him away. You turn around and throw a glance to Ransom. Right after new years Ransom decided to be a show off and well, he now has the boot and the X-rays to show for it.

“Hey Ran,” you take another sip of your coffee before placing it on the table and turning to face him. “How was the walk with Jake and Precious? Not too hard on you I hope” glancing at the boot as he sits next to you. He throws a glance over at Natasha.

“It would have been better with just Precious and if she had let me take her in the woods like I asked,” he sighs. “But still good, I guess.” You roll your eyes and smiles as you pat his face.

“WOW, what a catch.” Natasha says sarcastically as she leans back in her chair. Random whips his head to glare at her. He looks her up and down and then smirks as he scoffs.

“Red,”

“Don’t call me that.” Natasha says, straight faced. Arms crossed and waiting. Ransom laughs.

“I’ll have you know, I’m such a catch that all three women in this house want me to wreck them. And I promise if you stayed here longer,” he looks her up and down again before he stands from the table. “You’d be begging me as well.”

“Begging you to leave me alone? Absolutely, Ice princess!” She smiles taking a jab at Ransom’s hurt foot. Ransom’s smug expression drops. You sense his anger rising and throw Natasha a glance that tells her to knock it off.

“Ran, how about you go shower. You’re still a little sweaty from your walk.” You suggest as you stand up and rub his shoulders. He glances down at you and reluctantly nods. He kisses you and glares at Natasha.

“Fine.” He smacks your ass before he leaves the kitchen. Your little gasp makes him smile and he hopes he hides it well.

“Really Daisy?!” Natasha asks and you spin around and point a finger at her.

“You stop.” You can help but giggle. “You always do this. You come and visit and get him all riled up and then Precious, Dutchess, and I spend a week getting him back down.” Natasha laughs and shrugs.

“What, it’s too easy!” She stands and heads to the counter to start on the brownies. “Ever since Tony mellowed out I don’t have anyone to poke at anymore.” She smiles and you just shake your head and nudge her out of the way of the counter.

“Well just poke, don’t stab!” You exclaim and Natasha lets out a loud laugh as she agrees. “How is the team?” You ask as you start to grab ingredients. Natasha sits on the counter and lets her feet dangle

“Miss it already?” She teases as she grabs a chocolate chip from the bowl and pops it in her mouth.

“Ehhh from time to time. But I am happy the boys aren’t going out as much. Hydra Cap’s got them busy enough.” You take the bowl of chocolate chips away from her before she eats even more.

“How’s that going? Huh?!” She smiles as she leans her hands back on the counter top. “Is he in love with you yet?” You roll your eyes and blush at the same time.

“No, he’s not.” You say matter of factly. You then hide your face, “Steve, Bucky, and Precious are actually working with him” you sigh, “he hasn’t met me yet.” Natasha lets out a big laugh and hold off the counter.

“Just give it time!” She teases as she goes to wash her hands. “Alright, brownie time, I promised the team I’d bring some back.” You follow her lead to wash your hands and then you get on with the brownies.

Jefferson stands at the edge of the parking lot, watching the play ground. Grace runs around with her foster mom, giggling and looking so happy. The sound of someone clearing their throat brings Jefferson out of his haze. “You ready?” Ari asks. Jefferson shakes his head and sighs.

“She so happy, she’s probably better off without me.” He turns towards the car. “Let’s just go.” Jefferson goes to leave when he hears her voice, he’s been seen.

“Papa!!” He turns and sees Grace, smiling and running towards him, foster mom not far behind. “Papa are you staying?! Oh please say you are!” She exclaims as she throws herself into Jefferson’s arms. He is taken aback and has to catch his breath, once he do s he holds her tight and kisses her head.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He smiles down at her and she takes his hand, pulling him along to the soccer field. Her Foster mom, Debby sees Ari and smiles.

“You are welcome to join us.” She offers. Ari looks back at his truck, quiet and alone. Then to the soccer field, he can hear Jake yelling from here. He wants to say no but Jefferson looks so lost and Ari remembers his promise to you. Hanging his head and nodding.

“Yeah, lead the way, Grace!” Ari says happily as he joins the three of them down the path.

“You know I didn’t realize Soccer played in such cold weather!” He pulls his jacket tighter. Ari is much more use to the heat and wearing very little as opposed to the harsh winters. Grace shrugs.

“It’s a year round league.” She explains and then shouts very suddenly. “Andy!!” She waves and rushes Jefferson over. “Andy this is my dad! See he’s awesome and he shows up for me, you should really take that into consideration!” She says matter of factly and Andy can’t help but smile.

“We will Grace, we promise.” Andy says before he looks at Jefferson and gives him a sure nod. “Ari, never thought I’d catch you dead at a child’s soccer game.” Ari laughs and gives Andy a hug.

“Yeah well, for Grace I wouldn’t be anywhere else.” He answers and then looks down at Grace and smiles. Andy laughs again and whispers.

“What is Daisy bribing you with?” Nudging Ari’s side. Ari laughs and nudges back.

“Oh you know Daze, just the usual.” She smirks and Andy nods as he laughs.

The five of them stay for Jefferson’s appointed hour. He gets to watch her warm up for the game and play the first few minutes. Before he has to leave Grace gives him a big hug and slips and hands him a gift. “Open it when you get home, I love you papa.” Jefferson wipes away his tears as he holds her close.

“I love you too, Grace. Now go on and be good for Ms. Debby.” She nods and runs back to the field. Debby waves and Andy asks them back to Ari’s truck.

“Hang in there, Jefferson.” Andy encourages, “I’ll write up today and make an official appeal to place Grace back in your custody permanently. I hope that will be the end of all this.” Andy pats Jefferson’s shoulder, “She belongs with her father.” Jefferson gives a quick nod before glancing over the field again.

“I don’t know if I know how to be a father anymore.” He says quietly as he climbs into the truck, looking at the grift in his hands and. Still not able to open it. Andy looks at Ari who sighs.

“He will be okay, he’s just having some doubts. Having a child taken away and your parenting style questioned would shake just about anyone.” Ari looks over his shoulder at Jefferson. “Just give him time, still write the report, please.” Andy agrees and with a pat on the back they are parting ways.

You are in the middle of making a second batch of Brownies with Natasha when Steve and Bucky come walking into the kitchen. Steve gives you a sweet kiss and then pulls Natasha into a hug. “So how’s it going?” He asks as he steals a brownie from right under your nose. You gasp and slap his hand which just makes him smile more, especially when Bucky steals one when you aren’t looking. Bucky gives Natasha a little hug as he walks around the counter to stand on the other side of you, his brownie theft still evident on his lips.

“Ugh it would be going fine if you all would stop eating our progress.” You explain as you shoo Steve away from the kitchen island. He laughs and goes to stand near Bucky. “So how was your day with Cap?” Steve and Bucky share a look and then Steve clears his throat.

“It was, well-” Steve starts but Bucky cuts him off.

“Cap got in a few hits when Stevie got too close.” Bucky admits as he takes another brownie. Steve glares at Bucky and he just shrugs. “Oh don’t pout, she would have seen the bruises tonight in bed!” Steve sighs knowing it’s true, he turns to you and starts to plead his case.

“Baby, look- I am fine- nothing worse than Bucky’s metal arm-” Steve is trying to convince you and you aren’t hearing it.

“Why did you get close enough for him to hit you?! Why were his hands free?!” You exclaim. Bucky crosses his arms and looks at Steve, like he was saying ‘I told you so’. Steve sighs and takes your hands.

“I’ve been letting him free for the past month.” Steve admits. You look at Bucky who raises his hands and steps back a little. Natasha just laughs and shakes her head as she slips out of the room.

“You better have a damn good reason as to why you’ve been letting him free!!” You scream, slapping the countertop next to you. Steve stands taller and moves closer to you.

“He has been fine! He was beginning to trust me- he didn’t freak out until someone came walking down the stairs and scared him!!” Steve screams back.

“No!! Don’t blame this on the others just living their life!! They didn’t know you had a psychopath free in their home!!” You yell back, Steve steps closer, his chest pressed against yours.

“Do you believe I would be that naive to just let him free if I thought he was going to be a danger to anyone?!” He stares down at you. “A danger to you?! To Bucky?! You think I would risk the people I love the most?!” You take a deep breath because screaming at one another isn’t helping anything. You say through clenched teeth.

“No, I know you wouldn’t do anything to put us in danger. It’s just-” you sigh as you take a step back. “I worry about you when you take unnecessary risks. What if he had escaped?”

“Bucky was there,” he pulls you in by your waist and gently smiles down at you, trying to get you to smile. “He was watching my back like he always does.” You lightly giggle and he kisses your head. “I’m sorry I worried you, baby. But I am okay.” You nod and kiss him, pulling him close and hugging him tightly. “I also would have liked to have handled this on my own.” He glances over his shoulder at Bucky who just smirks and gives him a little wave with his metal hand. “Oh you keep smirking pretty boy, I’ll handle you later.” He says and Bucky just smiles more, he hums and tilts his head to the side.

“Can’t wait.” He blows Steve a kiss and then moves to pull you away from Steve. “And just incase Stevie kills me later,” you giggle and Bucky kisses you sweetly. “I love you, and even though Stevie really messed up,” he looks back at Steve and winks. Steve rolls his eyes. “We did have a really big break through today. Hopefully tomorrow we can salvage the progress we’ve made.” You nod and kiss him. You reach out and pull Steve close and kiss him too.

“I got so heated because I love you both so much, I wouldn’t know what to do if anything happened to you.” You kiss them both again.

“We know baby,” Steve says.

“Hope you never have to find out.” Bucky kisses you and then pulls back with Steve. “I’m sorry we messed up your baking.” You laugh and shrug it off.

“It’s okay,” you sigh and look at your bowl of brownie mix. “Back to the grind I guess.” You tease and Bucky kisses your cheek. Just then the front door opens and in walks Ari and Jefferson.

“Oh hey Natasha,” you hear Ari say. “Didn’t know you were gonna be here today.” He walks over and gives her a hug. You didn’t even notice that she left the room when you and Steve started screaming.

“Yup, making brownies and seeing exactly why I am never getting married.” She pokes fun at the heated conversation you and your husbands just had. Ari laughs and walks into the kitchen, leaning against the doorway.

“Trouble in paradise?” He teases, Steve throws a brownie at him.

“Nope, just our normal heated debates.” Bucky says and you laugh.

“How was the visit?” You whisper, looking past Ari at Jefferson and where he talks to Natasha. Ari walks closer and shrugs.

“It was okay, she adored every minute. Andy said he’s gonna put in a good word. Grace may be back before summer.” Ari explains, you can’t help but do a little happy dance and just smile. Ari smiles as he watches you and the guys laugh at your silliness.

“And how was Jefferson?!” You ask excitedly.

“Okay, I think he’s a little nervous if I’m being honest. It was traumatic when she was taken away, he’s just scared to be hurt again. You know?” You nod and your mood shifts.

“Oh poor Jefferson,” you look back at Steve and Bucky who both just nod and then look at one another. “Thanks for letting me know, Ari.” You give him a hug and he holds you tight. He looks up straight at Steve and Bucky, smirking and rubbing his hands a little lower. Then quickly pulling his hand back and smacking your ass. You gasp and giggle as Ari kisses your cheek.

“Oh come on!” Steve complains

“We are gonna lose.. again! And there’s two of us!” Bucky sighs and groans. You laugh and look back at both of them.

“You still have tomorrow.” You tease and they both wave you off.

“Oh Daze, they are both down by 9. My only competition is Ransom who is only one behind me.” He smiles as he spanks you again while leaving the room. “Make that two!” Bucky and Steve look at you as you blush and giggle.

“Sorry boys.” You shrug. “How about you two have a little date night tonight. I’m gonna be with Jefferson, okay?” Steve nods and you throw him a little wink. You head out of the kitchen to Jefferson and Natasha. You run your fingers through his hair and he lays his head on your shoulder. “You have a good day? Hum?” He nods and snuggles closer. Natasha smiles and stands up, stretching and going to grab her plate of brownies.

“Alright, I’m gonna head back. Take my brownies with me.” She hugs you tight. “I’ll see you soon, keep the boys safe.”

“Hmm I always do.” You hug her back. “You stay safe as well. Let us know if you need any help, okay?” She nods and heads out.

“Bye Steve, bye Bucky! Bye Jefferson, good to see you again.” She waves and Jefferson doesn’t even lift his head as he waves over his shoulder.

“Hey Kitten,” you whisper. “You wanna go to my room, talk a little?” You ask, Jefferson’s head pops up a little as he looks at you. “Huh? Then you wanna go play?” You ask again and he nods his head. “Yeah?” He nods again and sits up.

“Give me a couple minutes, yeah?” He asks and you smile as you kiss his lips and agree. You head to your room, passing the boys on the way.

“I’ll be with Jefferson in the bed room for a bit, then we will move downstairs.” You give them both a kiss. “Love you two.” They say it back and send you on your way.

“So Stevie, guess it’s just us for the night.” Bucky says as he smirks.

“Yeah Buck, guess it is.” He smirks back.

You lay on the bed and Jefferson lays in your arms as you rub his back. “You wanna talk about it?” You ask quietly. He shakes his head as he clings to your body. “We have to talk before we play, Kitten.” Jefferson grunts and you chuckle. “Or we wont play and just stay here, whatever you want sweetie.” You play with his hair and kiss his head, whispering sweet nothings as he lays there. Jefferson wars inside his mind, to let you in or to keep you. To bring you into his maze of a mind or to keep you safe outside the walls. He looks up at you and you can see the dilemma. “It’s your choice, Jefferson. I will never make you do something you don’t want to do. You can tell me what’s going on or you can simple tell me you’re not ready. Either way is fine by me.” Jefferson sits up looking down at you, leaning against the headboard.

“I’m scared I will mess up again. That I will get Grace back and that she will get settled and happy and then- then I’ll screw it all up and they will take her away for good!!” He was getting increasingly worked up till he is finally sobbing and screaming. “She’s everything to me and these last two year have been so hard, she’s grown up so much and I’ve missed so much.” He lays his head against your chest as he sobs. “I can’t lose her again and I can’t be what she needs me to be.” Clinging to you as you rub his back trying to soothe his sorrows. “I can’t fail my Grace, not again.”

“Oh Jefferson,” you wipe a tear and steady your voice. You pull his face up to yours and let him burry his head in the crook of your neck. “You are an amazing father!” You pull his head up, “look at me,” he does, “you did everything you could to provide for Grace. And her vindictive grandparents made a mess.” You wipe his tears. “Nothing you did made them take her away-”

“Except for when they took her and I went crazy!” He shouts, rubbing his eye as his head it starting to hurt. You know the signs.

“Okay, okay shhh come here.” You pull him close. “You don’t need to get worked up, okay?” Jefferson cries against your shoulder.

“See?! Even now you are trying to calm me down so I don’t slip into the mania.” He cries and laughs, he’s already slipping.

“Yep, you’re right. I am.” Jefferson looks at you as you admit it. “And you don’t want to slip into Mania either, do you?” He shakes his head. “Exactly, okay so let’s breathe.” He takes a breath and rub his back. “Yes, you lost it which I understandable. I would have done it as well, if someone came to take my baby?! I would have killed someone.” Jefferson lets out a soft chuckle. “Yes you went a little crazy, but you fought your way back to us, to Grace. You’ve healed and you’ve done the work, Jefferson look at me.” He does once more. “You are a good man, and an even better father.” He cries and holds you close.

“I’m trying to be better.” He says softly. Your heart breaks a little as you hold him.

“I will try to help you believe that you already are a good man. I’ll say it till I’m blue in the face.” You hum sweetly as he lays in your arms and drifts off to sleep.

“Oh mmhm ffffuuuccc!! Just like that, Yesyesyes!! So good for me, mmhmm fuck!!”

Steve and Bucky walk by Ransom’s room, on the way to the indoor gym. “He’s definitely alone, isn’t he?” Bucky asks and Steve laughs and nods.

“Definitely! Dutchess, Frank, and Barnes are all out on his boat today. They said they were doing some winter boating, whatever the hell that means.” He laughs, “and Precious was in the theater room with Jake as we walked by.” Bucky laughs and proceeds down the hall to the gym, Steve in tow.

“Sounds like he’s got an active imagination.” Bucky closes the gym door behind them, glancing at Steve and then flipping the lock. Steve hears it and laughs to himself.

“Yeah, guess he does.” He turns to face Bucky, “Locking us in here, Buck?” He crosses his arms and smirks.

“Well yeah,” Bucky says nonchalantly, “Don’t wanna bother anyone with our training.” Bucky walks closer, closing the distance between Steve and himself. “I know you can get really loud when I’m-” he stops and rakes his eyes up and down Steve’s body. A smirk spreads across his face. “When I’m beating your ass.” Steve smirks and looks down at his feet.

“Yeah, I do.” He meets Bucky’s gaze again, “You turn into a little needy brat when I’m beating your ass.” Raking his eyes up and down Bucky’s body, just like Bucky’s did.

“We still need to talk about your little stunt with Daisy though.” Bucky lightly laughs and squares up to Steve.

“Let’s talk, baby doll.” Bucky coos.

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Steve is slammed on his back, the breath knocked out of him. Having already been sparring with Bucky for a solid 10 minutes. Bucky straddles him and pins him to the ground. “You know why I told her you jackass.” Steve flips Bucky off and springs to his feet, squaring up again.

“Yeah I know,” he and Bucky start fist fighting, none of their punches actually land, it’s more of dodging. “I just wish you had let me tell her in the privacy of our own bedroom, you dick.” Steve takes Bucky to the ground pinning him. Bucky wiggles free because Steve isn’t really trying to hold him there.

“You wouldn’t have told her, you would have kept your shirt on and slid into bed before she could see. You would have said that you were too tired for anything and you would have gotten away with it, asshole!” Bucky keeps dodging punches from Steve and mixes in some punches of his own. Steve laughs cause he knows it’s true.

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” Steve lets his guard down for a moment and Bucky sweeps his legs knocking him to the ground. Bucky again pins him and straddles his chest. He grabs Steve’s jaw and forces him to look him in the eyes.

“I told her because you have two people who love you, Steve. But for some reason she can get it through your thick skull more than I can.” Steve’s eyes soften and he goes to speak. “No, not yet.” Bucky says, squeezing Steve’s jaw even more. “I know you love me, this has always been a thing between us, even before the ice. But Daisy brings out a more receptive side of you, I know it, you know it, even she knows it. So I told her so that maybe, just maybe you would think next time before letting an assassin out of his restraints before he has fully proven himself.” Bucky let’s go of Steve’s Jaw, “Now you may speak.” Bucky sits back a little, still firmly planted on top of Steve. His gaze a little worried. Steve sits up quickly and captures Bucky’s face in his hands. Crashing their lips together, Steve kisses him with so much passion it steals Bucky’s breath away. When he pulls back Bucky gasps “Stevie-” blush spreading across his cheeks.

“I let you out of restraints before you fully proved yourself.” Steve teases and Bucky scoffs. Steve kisses him again. “I’m sorry, Buck. I never meant to make you feel like- like I didn’t value your opinion or that I listen to Daisy more. I value your opinion and I hear what you say. Yes I guess I’m more receptive to Daisy, and I can’t tell you why cause I don’t know why. But I will do better, I promise.” Steve kisses him again and flips him on his back. “In fact Daisy had already told me to steal you away for the night, just us.” Steve smirks down at him. “So how about I ‘start doing better’ now, huh?” Steve leans in and nibbles along Bucky’s jaw.

“Mmhm yyee- yes!” Bucky moans as he pulls Steve’s lips back to his and kisses him deeply.

You lay in bed with Jefferson, rubbing his back and just letting him calm down. You know Steve and Bucky are probably itching to get in the bedroom so you need to move to Jefferson’s room soon, but you don’t want to rush him.

“I don’t want to play tonight, Daisy.” Jefferson mumbles quietly. You hum and kiss his head.

“Okay, Jefferson. Do you want me to stay with you?” He nods his head against where it lays on your chest. “Okay, let’s move to your room.” He groans at the thought of moving.

“I know, but Steve and Bucky are gonna be back soon.”

“I can stay, I’ve slept on the floor before. I don’t mind.” You giggle and pull his face to look up at you.

“True, but my boys weren’t trying to have some alone time when you stayed.” You hint and Jefferson nods knowingly and sits up.

“Guess everyone’s getting laid tonight except us two, huh?” You giggle and kiss his cheek.

“Come on.” You pull him up and he goes into your arms easily and you two make your way downstairs. Passing by Hydra cap locked away in the corner, Ransom loudly having fun in his room, and the gym door at the end of the hall shut. You hear muffled laughing and moaning behind the door, you blush and look up at Jefferson.

“Seems we could have stayed in your bed.” Jefferson teases and you giggle as you push him into his room.”

“Go lay down, I’ll grab the massage oil and rub your back some more.” You give him a sweet kiss. “Then you can do me.” He smirks and then kisses you again.

“You got it, Bunny.”

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“Wait- mmhmm wait Stevie-” he laughs against Steve’s lips, “We need to move upstairs,” Steve grunts a ‘no’ as he kisses down Bucky’s neck and starts to pull at the collar of his t-shirt so he can kiss his chest. Bucky moans as he feels his pants growing tighter and tighter at the feeling of Steve’s lips on his skin. Bucky clears his throat and his head, “I don’t wanna have to send you down here to clean these gym mats before we go to bed because we had sex on them.” Steve laughs and then pulls back standing up, smirking down at Bucky as he pulls him to stand.

“Oh I would have to clean it up?” He teases and Bucky very seriously looks at Steve.

“Yes,” he lets out a little chuckle, “the one who initiated has to clean, you know that-”

Bucky realizes that Steve is just messing with him, he rolls his eyes and gives Steve a shove. “Take me to bed already.” Bucky says and Steve pulls him close and kisses him again, their lips soft against each others.

“Thats what I’m trying to do now.” Steve whispers against Bucky lips but finally pulls back and heads towards the door. “Come on Sarge.” Bucky blushes and falls in step with Steve.

They walk back down the hall, hearing you and Jefferson talking in his bedroom, Ransom seems to have tired himself out finally. Frank is tucked away in his room, the TV playing low, Steve notices and makes note that even Hydra cap is drifting off to sleep in the corner, facing the stairs so he can��t be snuck up on, but still it’s a start. Steve reaches for Bucky’s hand and holds it as they climb the stairs, but quickly drop hands as they enter the main level where voices are heard. Jake and Precious walk by, throwing them a knowing look and Jake teases ‘calling it an early night?’ Steve just laughs and minutely nods and Bucky all out agrees. Jake laughs and says ‘right on!’ And then disappears into his bedroom. Bucky gazes at Steve as he leans back against the bedroom door. He blushes and pulls Steve close by the waistband of his pants.

“Buck- ha what- we” Steve stammers and Bucky smirks as he pulls him closer.

“I know,” Bucky speaks so softly. “We usually reserve our intimacy and affection for behind this door- or any door really.” Bucky’s says, thinking back to the gym. Steve lets out a breathy laughs and leans in, allowing Bucky to direct his body. “And I’m okay with that- prefer it most of the time, because this is for us and Daisy. No one else.” Steve smiles and moves to brush his thumb against Bucky’s cheek as Steve settles firmly in front of him. “But just this once, I want you to kiss me against this door frame until you can’t take it anymore and you have to push me inside. Like you did that singular time after you saved me in 1943.” Steve leans in closer, his face almost touching Bucky’s. Lips brush as Bucky says the thing Steve needs to throw caution to the wind, “kiss me like you did that day, except this time you’re gonna shove me in this room and have your way with me.” Steve kisses him passionately and pushes him back against the door, bodies pressed together in desperation. Bucky gasps as Steve kisses down his neck and shoves his thigh between Bucky’s legs. His hips jerk, seeking friction against that muscular thigh as Steve assaults his neck, leaving bites he will have to explain away tomorrow. “Stevie” he gasps breathlessly, Steve knows that sound and smiles as he reaches behind Bucky to turn the door handle. He hauls Bucky into his arms and kicks the door open and then closed behind them, as they seal themselves away for the night, ready to be lost in one another.

“Steve-” Bucky gasps as he’s tossed on the bed, Steve boxing him in as he leans down and kisses him. His tongue swipes against Bucky’s lips before pushing in and claiming his mouth.

“I’ve missed you.” Steve moans against his lips and Bucky lightly laughs.

“We are together 24/7, Stevie- we had sex last night.” Bucky teases and nips at Steve’s bottom lip. He smirks and nips Bucky back.

“Yeah but that was with Daisy.” Steve slips his hands under Bucky’s shirt and traces his fingers along Bucky’s abs. “It hasn’t been just us in weeks.” Steve kisses along his jaw and licks the shell of his ear, nibbling a little before pulling back and straddling Bucky fully. “You’re telling me you haven’t missed this? Even just for a night?” Steve asks as he lifts off his shirt and stares down at Bucky. A smirk spreading along his face as he sees Bucky’s eyes raking along his body. He lifts his real hand and trails it along Steve’s chest, feeling every ridge and braid of muscle. He smiles up at Steve and nods.

“Yeah I’ve missed this.” Bucky surges up and slides his hands along Steve’s face as he kisses him, it’s desperate and needy. Bucky flips Steve over and straddles him. Bucky lifts his shirt off and throws it behind him, forgotten. He slides off Steve’s lap and pulls him up by the waistband of his pants. He keeps his eyes locked on Steve’s as he unbuttons his pants and lets them drop to Steve’s feet. He then pushes Steve to sit back on the bed as he unbuttons his pants and lets them drop, stepping out of them and kneeling in front of Steve.

“I knew you did.” Steve asks, arching his brow and reaching out to take Bucky’s jaw in his hand. “I’m supposed to be doting on you and taking you apart all night long.” Steve rubs his thumb across Bucky’s lips.

“Oh you’re still gonna do that.” Bucky teases as he lunges forward and kisses Steve. Kissing down his jawline and neck. “I definitely deserve to be doted on and taken apart all night, especially with how much I’ve done to keep your ass alive and happy.” He smirks and Steve laughs and blushes. Bucky pushes him to lay back as he kisses down Steve’s chest, teasing his nipples and licking down his abs, stopping right at the waistband of his boxer briefs. “But I’m gonna do this first.” Bucky winks and rubs his hands up and down Steve’s thighs, squeezing and massaging as he does. “Fuck,” Bucky mains as he leans in and kisses Steve’s hips, pulling his briefs down inch my inch. “I’m a lucky bastard.” He whispers to himself as he frees Steve and tosses the boxers with the rest of the discarded clothes.

“You just gonna stare at my goods all day or are you gonna-” Steve moans as he is cut off by the feeling of the wet warmth of Bucky’s mouth. “Mmhmm fffuuccc” he hears Bucky laugh as he pulls off and strokes him in his real hand.

“You were saying?” Bucky smirks and Steve huffs out a breathy laugh. Moving to play with Bucky’s hair as he smiles up at the ceiling. “That’s what I thought.” Bucky smirks and takes Steve back into his mouth.

“Mmhmm oh Bucky!” He arches off the bed and he jerks his hips, sliding deeper into Bucky’s mouth. “You’re- mmhmm s-ssooo fffuccking ggood-” Steve knows Bucky’s tricks backwards and forwards, and the way Bucky is moving and working Steve to the edge, “oh buck- oh wait” he pulls Bucky off, up into his arms, and flips them over so Bucky is pinned under Steve. “No baby, you aren’t wrecking me tonight.” He kisses Bucky’s smirking lips. “You’ve got a mouth on you and you know how to use it,” Bucky laughs as he rubs up and down Steve’s back.

“Okay okay,” Bucky smiles up at Steve. “I’ll let you take care of me tonight.” He kisses Steve’s lips and lays back with his hands behind his head. “Do your best, baby Doll.” He winks, and look in Steve’s eyes makes blush spread across his face. “Whoa wai-“ Steve turns Bucky over on his stomach and massages his ass over his boxer briefs. “Mmhmm fffuuccc-“ Bucky moans as Steve leans down and kisses his back before he whispers in his ear.

“Now,” he licks a stripe up Bucky’s neck and nibbles on his ear as he grinds his hips against Bucky’s ass. “How do you ask nicely for what you deserve.” Bucky whimpers and grinds back against Steve.

“Pl-please!? Mmhmm please Stevie.” He moans out as Steve reaches around and starts to stroke him over his boxers. Steve almost growls and kisses the back of Bucky’s neck.

“You got it, baby.”

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Jefferson lays on the bed and you climb up behind him to straddle his hips. You kiss his back and run your hands along the tanned, muscular body beneath you. He whimpers slightly as you pour some of the warmed massage oil on his back and start kneading the knots out of his back. “There, that’s gonna help you relax and feel much better.” You coo as you kiss his cheek and continue massaging his back, after a few moments you hear his sweet snoring. “Just sleep, Kitten.” You kiss his cheek and lay down next to him, pulling the blanket over you both and flipping off the lamp. “I’ll be here when you wake up.” You play with his hair and let yourself fall asleep as well.

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“Oh my god,” Bucky tries to catch his breath, “you- wow.” He laughs and looks over at Steve, laying on his back and reaching over to rub Bucky’s chest as he smiles in pure bliss. “6 times!”

“I know” Steve smiles and looks over at him.

“6 times!!” Bucky exclaims again and Steve laughs and rolls to his side. He looks down at Bucky and brushes his knuckles along his collar bones, feeling the warmth radiating off his skin. He leans down and kisses him and he laughs to himself.

“What? You complaining?” Steve teases as he leaves a little pinch on Bucky’s thigh.

“Fuck no!” Bucky exclaims and they both laugh. He turns his head and pulls Steve into a kiss. “No complaints, just still amazed at our non existent refectory period.” Steve agrees with a little nod and leans down again, kissing Bucky’s neck and down his chest.

“Well I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” Steve smirks and Bucky laughs and agrees.

“Of course Stevie.” Bucky lays on his side facing Steve, “even if we had just talked or made out or something, I would have enjoyed it.” He reaches out and runs his fingers along Steve’s beard. “I love when we can go from our friendship to this. How we can ebb and flow so easily.- thank you for spending time with me today.” Bucky kisses Steve, lingering a little more this time, “Even if it was to butter me up for whatever you’re about to tell me.” Steve’s jaw drops and he starts to stammer. “Save it, Stevie.” He laughs and lays a reassuring hand on Steve’s chest. “I’m not mad, but I’m also not stupid. Most the time when me and you do this,” he motions between them, “Daisy is sitting right over there watching and then gets involved.” Steve hangs his head, having been found out. Bucky just laughs. “She’s only sent us on our own a hand full of times and each one we needed to have a discussion. So,” he lays back and puts his arm behind his head and leaves the other one up in the air, motions for Steve to lay down against him. “Lay down and tell me what’s going on.” Steve kisses him and snuggles up to Bucky’s side, head on his chest and arm tossed over his waist. Bucky lays his arm down along Steve’s back and starts drawing along with his fingers, calming himself and Steve.

“Okay, well” Steve takes a breath. “Mine and Daisy’s 5th wedding anniversary is coming up in May.” Bucky hums in agreement.

“Yup, I remember standing beside you at your wedding. Never imagined we’d have another one together.” He kisses Steve’s forehead. “Or that you’d be okay with me falling in love with Daisy and marrying her.” Bucky laughs to himself as Steve sits up a little.

“We both loved you, Buck. So much, even then.” He rubs across Bucky’s waist. “As I was saying though, it’s our 5th wedding anniversary and we wanted to take a trip, just the two of us.” Steve waits for a moment and then looks up at Bucky. He’s waiting for pain and a look of betrayal. What he finds is worse, Bucky’s on his phone. “Buck- are you kidding me-“ Bucky puts him in his place with one glance and Steve stops talking but he does sit up. As Bucky hands his phone over to him. On the screen is an email confirming flights, hotels, and a fully planned and paid for itinerary for 2 weeks away in Italy. “Buck- what- when?!” He looks up and meets Bucky’s gaze. His smile is so soft as he sits up against the head board and shrugs.

“I started planning it for you two at Christmas.” Bucky gently smiles and squeezes Steve’s knee. “I knew it was a big year for you two and I wanted to do something special, for my Husband and Wife.” Steve looks like he’s about to cry, “Oh- Stevie, baby come here.” Bucky holds out his arms and Steve falls into them. “Were you that worried? That I would what, be mad or sad? Feel left out?” Steve nods and clings to him.

“We just didn’t want to hurt you, Bucky.” Steve kisses his chest, “we love you so much, you are our third- we weren’t complete without you. Daisy and I have our own relationship, just like you and her do, and me and you do. We wanted to celebrate that on our wedding anniversary, it doesn't mean our marriage with you is any less special-“

“God Steve,” Bucky shakes his head, “I know that- Steve I’m not mad- I was planning this before you two. Calm down and stop talking before you say something to ruin this moment.” He smiles and ruffles Steve’s hair. “Now, what do you say to your super thoughtful husband?” Bucky smirks down at Steve.

Steve laughs and buries his face in Bucky’s chest and blushes. “Thank you, Buck.” He kisses Bucky’s chest and smirks against his skin, “Really, thank you, baby.” Bucky bites his lip, “truly,” Steve kisses down his chest to his abs, “so very,” he nibbles along the trail of dark brown hair that leads to his cock, which is starting to harden under the attention. “Thankful” Bucky plays with Steve’s hair as he settles back and lets Steve dote on him so more.

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You wake up and feel Jefferson’s eyes on you. “Mmhmm hey, how are you feeling?” You ask as you reach out for his hand. He takes your hand and kisses it softly.

“I’m good, much better after talking with you.” He leans down and kisses you. “You are magnificent, Daisy and you helped me back from the edge. I-“ he looks down and wipes a tear. “I don’t want to know what I would have done had you not been there.” He leans in and kisses you. “Thank you for keeping me sane.” He whispers against your lips, he smirks as a thought comes to his mind, “and for being willing to be a little crazy with me.” You giggle and he laughs as he kisses you. “But I have kept your attention long enough and I am no longer on the verge of a breakdown. So” he pulls you into his arms. “Be free and go see your boys. I missed my chance to play, but it’s okay.” He hugs you tightly, “I needed this more.” You hum and rub his back.

“It’s what I’m here for, Jefferson. I keep you from the edge when it will do damage and I throw you over when you need to let loose.” You smile and he laughs. “I keep balance in your life.” You kiss his cheek and pull back. “You sure you’re okay?” He nods and gives your ass a spank. You laugh and shake your head. “Well then, I will see you at breakfast tomorrow!” You head out of Jefferson’s room and start to make your way upstairs. You decide to peak into Ransoms room and see him past out on his bed, completely naked and probably shivering because his blanket is on the ground. “Having to save everyone huh.” You walk over and drag his blanket over him, tucking him in before you leave his room and head upstairs. Hydra Cap is still asleep in the corner, all you want to do is go pull a blanket over him but you know for a fact Steve and Bucky would lose it if they knew. You suddenly feel like you’re being watched as you ascend the stairs. You quickly look over your shoulder and see his piercing blue eyes and smirk. He doesn’t say a word but his eyes wonder up and down your body before he meets your gaze again. You quickly turn around and run up the stairs. You make the rounds and check the doors and the alarm before you head to the bedroom.

“I knew you two would still be going.” You tease as you walk into the room, closing the door behind you. Steve sits up from between Bucky’s legs and smirks at you as Bucky smiles and gives a little waves from where he is laying back against the headboard. You smirk as you kick off your shoes, lift off your shirt, slip out of your pants and leave a trail of your underwear to the bathroom. “Don’t stop on my account.” You wave over your shoulder and giggle as you hear them start to fight to be the first one off the bed and to follow you. “Boys,” you turn around and see them entangled and at the edge of the bed, trying to be the one to get to you the fastest. “No fighting,” you walk to the shower and get it started, suddenly four arms are wrapped around you and two sets of lips are kissing along your body. “Mmhmm now that’s more like it.” You hum as you three climb into the shower together, a mass of tangled limbs and breathy moans. No telling where your hips end and Steve’s begin, or where your lips stop moving and Bucky’s starts.

“Do you need to clean up,” Bucky’s asks, “from-“

“No, we didn’t do anything.” You gasp as Steve kisses down your chest and palms your ass.

“Good,” Steve growls against your skin as he lifts you into his arms and presses you against the shower wall, the tiles cold. “Mmhmm shower sex twice in one day.” You giggle and nod as you bite his lip.

“Oh yeah, but after you two clean up.” You tease and they look at one another. You laugh. “The evidence of how much fun you had is dripping out of Bucky’s ass. Which normally I wouldn’t care about at all, it’s just-” you laugh, “it’s like a lot this time.” Steve blushes and Bucky’s sighs and looks back as best he can. He grabs one of the detachable shower heads and starts cleaning up. Steve puts you down and you stroke him once before you tease him. “You gotta wash that too sweet cheeks.” You wink and turn to your shower head to start washing away your day as your boys race to get done first.

Bucky pulls you into his arms and kisses you, his tongue slipping into your mouth and lifting you into his arms. Steve crowds behind you and kisses your neck as he reaches around and palms your breast.

“Hhhmm what do you say, Stevie?” Steve kisses you and then Bucky.

“You two have at it, I’ll be down here.” You feel Steve kneel behind you and you blush as Bucky kisses your neck.

“Mmhmm you two are nasty,” you pull on Bucky’s hair and giggle. “I love it so much.” Steve smacks your ass and then helps guides Bucky inside you from where he is before he starts his mission to make you fall apart on Bucky’s dick. Licking and sucking where you are connected and where Bucky expertly thrusts up into you. “Oh! Stevie- yes” your eye roll back and your head leans back a little as Bucky kisses your neck and speeds up. Steve kisses and sucks the base of Bucky’s dick before he reaches around and fingers Bucky’s ass, still ready from their 6 rounds earlier.

“Fffuuucckckk!!” Bucky moans against your lips as Steve continues to fuck his fingers inside him. “Yesyesyes.” He thrust Ms into you faster and you whimper at how close you are. You take Bucky’s face in your hands and kisses him.

“That feel good baby?! Huh? Stevie fucking your-“ Bucky cuts you off, kissing you and shoving his tongue in your mouth. He nods and whimpers.

“Yeah baby, yeah. Mmhm feels so good!!” Bucky kisses you and rests his forehead against yours as you both moan and gasp, climbing closer and closer.

“That’s it,” Steve says, he kisses your center and back to your ass. “I want you both to cum, now.” You scream as you cum around Bucky and he cums deep inside of you.

“Yes baby, mmhmm give it to me.” You moan as you feel Bucky empty into you. You cling to him as you both ride out your highs. When he pulls out you whimper at how empty you feel. He sets you down and kisses you sweetly. You play with his hair as you turn and pull Steve, who is standing now, into a kiss. It turns into a heated three way kiss for a moment until the water starts to run a little cold. “Oh, let’s get cleaned up- again. Then bed. Yeah?” The boys agree and help you wash up quick. As you dry off you watch in the mirror as Bucky helps Steve with his cock that grew harder harder while he watched you and Bucky. You watch for a moment and then finish getting ready for bed. “When you two are done one of you needs to change the sheets.” You blow them a kiss and head to wait in the arm chair as you read a little before bed.

Steve changes the sheets and Bucky helps so it gets done faster. Bucky runs to grab some water and then climbs in behind you in bed. You cuddle up next to Steve and pull Bucky close as you feel loved and doted on. Steve’s voice rumbles a little and it feels and sounds so nice as your head lays on his chest. “Don’t laugh, but have you to ever thought about us three roleplaying A/O/B?” You laugh and Bucky sits up and looks at over at Steve.

“What the fuck, Stevie?” He laughs a little and you just giggle.

“What?! I mean we are three! We have a natural way about our dynamic-“ Steve starts and Bucky cuts him off.

“Okay, fine. But who is Alpha?” Bucky questions, a teasing glint in I’m his eyes. “Huh?”

“Well,” Steve starts and Bucky cuts him off.

“Cause I know our Daisy girl is Omega, ain’t that right baby girl.” He looks at you and you blush, burying your head back in Bucky’s chest. “So are you the Beta, or Alpha, Stevie?” Bucky smirks and kisses down your neck. Steve smirks and then lightly laughs.

“Well you were the one taking it up the ass for 2 hours so what does that make you, Buck?” Steve looks you both up and down. You look back at Bucky, biting your lip and snuggling closer, waiting to see what he’s gonna say. He sits up, moving you closer to Steve with Bucky right behind you, sandwiched between their chests.

“It means I’m one hell of an Alpha to let my sweet as pie Beta fuck me.” Bucky teases and Steve scoots even closer. You are so squished that it’s becoming uncomfortable.

“Well maybe I’m the Alp-“ you cut Steve off.

“Okay, Steve, Bucky, it was a question about role play, it’s not that big. We don’t actually have designations that can’t be changed. Chill out. You’re both Alphas and you’re both Betas, it’s called switching. And Steve you lean towards a bottom Sub, don’t get so bent outta shape about Bucky ‘dominating’ you when you beg for it half the time.” Bucky chuckles and you look at him. “Same goes for you, it’s not as often but it happens. If anything you two are omegas and I’m your Alpha cause I’ve got you both by the balls 99.9% of the time. Now stop having a measuring contest, you know Steve is an inch longer but Bucky is thicker, can’t change that, just deal with it. Now kiss and dote on me.” You lay back and cross your arms over your chest. “And for the record, I think you are both Alphas.” You giggle as you are showered with kisses and roaming hands.

“I’m sorry, I asked and it was supposed to be silly. I didn’t realize my pride would be hurt by your answers.” Steve admits as he cuddles closer to you.

“Hey, what did I just say?” You smirk and even pull Bucky closer too. “You’re both my Alpha’s. But you are also betas, so get used to it.” Steve kisses your chest. “But to answer your question Stevie, yeah I’ve thought about it.” Steve looks up at you and smirks. He looks over at Bucky and they both start kissing you again, this time growing and nipping a little. You giggle and try to wiggle free.

“No no no,” Bucky says. “You’re staying right here.” He kisses you again. “Our ‘Omega’,” he tickles you and you laugh. Steve rubs your side and kisses your forehead as you clam down a little. He looks at Bucky and nods to his phone. Bucky nods back. “So Stevie talked to me earlier, about how you two wanna go away on a little anniversary trip in May. He was a little worried that I was gonna be sad or upset, so I had to show him this,” Bucky grabs his phone and pulls up the email he showed Steve. “So now I’m gonna ruin the surprise and show you.” He hands you the phone and snuggles close. “All expenses paid, two weeks, you and Stevie.” He kisses you. “Happy early anniversary, baby girl.” You are so touched and happy that you can’t take it, you flip over and straddle Bucky kissing him all over.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!!” You kiss him again and then kiss Steve. “The only thing I ask, which I think Stevie will agree with me on, is you come and meet us for the second week.” Steve nods and kisses you as he squeezes Bucky’s knee.

“Yeah, two weeks away from you? No can do.” Steve smiles and pulls Bucky into his arms with you. “I mean unless you were looking forward to those two weeks?!” Steve teases and Bucky laughs.

“Hell no! I’d rather go into cryo for those two weeks. But I knew you two needed time, just wasn’t sure how much.” He says as he smiles, “But I promise I’m okay and I can change it all to a week. But I want you two to have your time. We have our group honeymoon to Wakanda, y’all have this one. And then maybe on the anniversary of asking Daisy to marry me I’ll take her away for a trip.” You nod and kiss him.

“And then Steve and you can have some time away, just to make it fair and even.” You kiss Bucky and then Steve.

“Sounds good to me.” Steve coos in your ear and then kisses Bucky’s hand. Bucky hums in agreement. You lay down and Bucky turns off the light. You all three cuddle close, Steve breaks the silence with a joke. “So Ari is definitely winning, isn’t he?” You laugh and kiss his cheek.

“Better luck next year, Stevie.” You giggle as you drift off to sleep between your two worlds.

“Well, better luck next year, boys.” Ari stands up and walks past you leaning in and kissing your cheek. “I’ll come by later and we can chat about our date.” He winks and heads up to his room. Bucky and Steve sigh and go about making breakfast. Jefferson shrugs and Ransom demands a recount.

“Now hold on, I know I was neck and neck with Ari, how did he get ahead of me?!” He crosses his arms and pouts even as you walk over and kiss his cheek.

“He got me twice yesterday and you spent most of the day locked away in your bedroom, by yourself. That was prime spanking time, Ran.” You tease and he grumbles.

“I want a rematch!” Ransom demands and you giggle.

“You can have one in January.” You kiss him and go to grab your plate from Bucky. Downstairs Frank comes walking by and peaks into the kitchen. “Hey, where you off to?”

“Headed to the coast for a couple weeks, meeting some friends. I won’t be back till about mid March.” He crosses the room and gives you a kiss on the cheek and then pats the shoulders of Bucky and Steve. He waves at Ransom and Jefferson actually walks out to the car with him. They never talk about it but you know they’ve become friends, living down in the basement together. It’s a little sad when he leaves but he always comes back.

“Who is that guy again?!” Ransom exclaims and you roll your eyes. Steve and Bucky mutter under their breaths.

“We are starting mandatory bonding hours for you and all the guys.” You point at Ransom. At that you hear Steve set the coffee pot down harder than it needed to be set down and Bucky drop a spatula. Jefferson pokes his head in and even Ari heard it has he walked back into the kitchen, even Ransom mutters a response.

“Absolutely not”

“Torture”

“No”

“Fuck“

“I’d rather die”

“Enough,” you hush them all and double down. “I’ll make a schedule and post it.” The boys sigh and Ransom grumbles. In truth he has done some growing this month, the heart to heart you two had a New Years really made an impact and he’s been trying, which says a lot. At that you hear Jake come bopping out of his bedroom to grab a cup of Coffee.

“Good morning everyone!” He pours himself a cup, “oh don’t tell me I missed Ransoms meltdown about losing to Ari!?!” Jefferson nods and Jake sighs. “Aww come on, I was really looking forward to that.” Jake complains as he sips his drink. Ransom rolls his eyes and everyone lightly laughs.

“Yes you did miss that, and downstairs Frank leaving for a few weeks. Oh also Daze here is setting up hourly bonding schedules for Ransom and the rest of us.” Ari explains, smiling away as he does. Jake just nods and listens and then gets a big smile.

“Yes!! Dude, our time is just gonna be me introducing you to good music. It’s gonna be great.” Jake smiles and takes another sip of coffee, already a little jittery so Steve just takes the cup and shakes his head. Ransom watches the whole thing and then looks so you and whispers.

“I would rather be forced to watch Bucky and Hydra cap have a staring contest than do anything that he just suggested.” You laugh and shrug.

“Not my problem, learn the guys names and basic things about them and we wouldn’t have to do this.” You get up and clear off your plate. “You guys have fun though!” You kiss Ransoms cheek and then point to Ari. “Let’s go talk.”

“Yes ma’am” Ari says as he gets up and follows you out of the room.

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You sit in the backyard, the fire pit roaring. Ari drapes a blanket over you both and wraps his arm around your shoulder. “So Daze, I’ve been thinking,” you laugh and look at him.

“Oh really?! For the whole 10 minutes you’ve known you won, you’ve been thinking?” You tease and Ari laughs. He kisses your head and leans back.

“Come on Daze, I knew since we started that I would win.” He winks at you. “Anyway, I’ve been thinking, I have a really busy February so what if we had our little date night in March?” You shrug and nod.

“Yeah, that sounds good to me.” You look over at him and he smiles, brushing your hair off your shoulder.

“Good, I’ll make sure it’s one to remember.” He smirks and you blush and look away.

“Always the flirt,” you turn back and kiss his cheek. “Be good and don’t brag, Ransom’s really down about losing.” Ari lets out a loud laugh and shrugs. You wave as you leave him outside to enjoy the snow.

February comes and goes, Steve and Bucky took you out on valentines and then you three went to a hotel. Jake took Precious away for the week just the two of them. Frank, Dutchess, and Barnes had a nice meal at the house and retired to their bed room. You asked Natasha to come over that night and watch Hydra Cap and to keep an eye on Ransom and Jefferson, no one had any broken bones so you assume it went well. You gave Ransom, Ari, and Jefferson little candy hearts and a silly little card. Ransom pretended like he hated it but you caught him later placing it on his night stand next to the two cards from Precious and Dutchess.

Pretty soon it’s March and you are in full trip planning mode. The boys have planned it all out and have secured the Jet just to make sure you can get there and back in a timely manner. You’ve only been to Wakanda a couple times and none of those times were to relax, so this is a nice change. But first, you have a date.

“Daze? You ready?” Ari asks as he leans against the bedroom door. He sees Steve and Bucky walking out of the bathroom and he gives them a little wave. “Gentlemen,” Bucky and Steve laugh and wave.

“You treat her right and have her back by a decent time.” Steve says as he walks over and pats Ari’s shoulder.

“Yeah and don’t do anything we wouldn’t do.” Bucky smirks and Ari laughs.

“Well that leave quite a bit we could get up to tonight, doesn’t it, Daze?” He teases and they all three laugh. You walk out of the bathroom in a fit and flare jeans and a top that is almost backless. You have on some boots and you grab your leather jacket to throw on in case you get cold. Bucky smirks and Steve eyes you up and down as your ass looks incredible. Ari whistles and walks closer to you, he takes your hand and spins you around to get a good look. “Daze, you look incredible, like you always do.” He kisses your cheek and walks to leave the room. “We have a reservation to catch.” You turn and kiss Steve and Bucky goodbye.

“I’ll see you two in the morning.” You kiss them again and then take Ari’s hand and let him lead you to the car. “So? Same place?”

You ask, eyes gleaming with excitement. He looks at you and laughs.

“Yeah Daze, same place.” He kisses your hand and you two are off.

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The music is loud and the beer is flowing. The waitress is in a min skirt and keeps throwing eyes at Ari but he just keeps looking at you. You two talk and laugh and just enjoy each others company. You have probably the most unhealthy combination of food you could imagine and you love it. Cheese sticks, fries, wings, pizza, total “bar” food and you two devour it. Ari has put back two beers and is on his third, you are nursing your second one. Some people are dancing and some are clearly having sex against the back wall near the bathroom but no one cares. You pop another fry in your mouth and then smirk over at Ari. “So, what happened on your last ‘trip’.” You ask, putting air quotes around trip, Ari laughs and sits back.

“A lot, but I’m handling it. I’m meeting with the therapist once a week. Don’t worry.” He squeezes your hand and you smile and nod. “What I wanna know is how have you been Daze, all us boys falling at your feet,” you roll your eyes and take another sip of beer, “but for real, how have you been? You’ve been taking care of all of us, have you taken a moment to just enjoy life for yourself?” You smile and nod.

“Yes, in fact we are leaving in a week for Wakanda and I know I will definitely enjoy my life on that trip.” You smirk and lean closer to Ari. He leans closer to.

“I know you will, but what I mean are the things outside of your marriage, Daze.” Ari’s gaze softens and you gently smile. You reach over and take his hand.

“I have my book club once a week, Natasha meets me for lunch once a week, and I have my job with the avengers. I’m fine.” You pat his hand reassuring him.

“Okay,” Air nods and kisses your hand. “I just wanted to make sure.” He smiles at you. “I’ll be honest, when I met you 10 years ago I never would have thought this is where we would be.” He laughs and looks down at his plate.

“What?! You didn’t think we’d be besties/ fuck buddies?!” You tease, brushing your foot along his jeans and smirking. Ari laughs and shakes his head.

“I knew we would be friends, just didn’t realize how much you’d mean to me.” He gently smiles. “I also still can’t believe that you were working with the Avengers when you were 18- you didn’t even go to college!” He exclaims and you laugh and shrug.

“Yeah well, I’m smart and Tony has a weakness for smart kids with no family.”

“Don’t say it like that, that sounds creepy.” Ari laughs and you squint your eyes, looking at the ceiling while replaying what you said. You laugh and nod as you grimace.

“Yeah, true.” You shrug. Ari just stares for a moment and then clears his throat.

“Also out of all the guys on that team I never thought you’d fall for Stars and Stripes.” Ari crosses his arms.

“Oh, really?!” You ask teasing. “With all my Daddy and authority issues?!” You smirk and Ari nods.

“Yeah guess that’s true. Just thought you’d go for that spider kid.”

“Peter?!” You exclaim. “Ha, no. He is sweet but not my type.” You sit back and eye Ari up and down. “And you know I have a very clear type Romantically.” You take a sip of your beer and set it down. Ari does the same and then leans forward.

“That I do,” he bites his lip for a moment and then sits back. “Still the blonde was a surprise.” You laugh and blush. “I mean I know you two bonded being on the team, I just didn’t realize how well.” He smirks and you laugh.

“Yeah well, close quarters and stuff will force you to get to know someone real well.” You sit back. “Steve is the type of man that once you get to know him, you just can’t help but love him. And Bucky-“

“Alright alright,” he laughs and puts his hands up. “I don’t need you waxing poetry about how much you love them and riding their dicks.” He laughs and you blush. He winks and then crosses his arms. “So you wanna play our usual game?” He smirks, “or just call it a night?” You look him over, and he does look good. You wouldn’t mind playing your little “pick up” game, but honestly you just wanna get out of there and be with Ari.

“Let’s head out.” You squeeze his hand and make sure he sees your eyes rake over him.

“You got it, Daze.” He smirks and sits back again as the waitress brings Ari the bill and on the bottom is written her number. “People just can’t take a hint anymore, huh?!” He says and shows you the little note. “I’m clearly on a date and she’s flirting, this is why I am never getting married again.” He grumbles and lays his card down to pay. “Anyway,” he smiles up at you, “on second thought,” he pulls his card back, takes out a hundred dollar bill and stands to leave. “Let’s get out of here.” He pulls you up and into a kiss. “I’ve got a lot of plans for you tonight, Daze.” You giggle and lean into him more as you kiss him.

“Lead the way.”

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You and Ari feel out of place when you walk into the lobby of the Hotel. Marble floors and vaulted ceilings with chandeliers. But they know Ari. “Good evening Mr. Levinson. The room is ready.” He hands Ari the key and he thanks the man before he turns to head to the elevator. You ask for a room and they give you one, it’s all for show and Ari gave you his card to pay for it before you got out of the car. The world wouldn’t be kind to you if they thought the wife of Captain America was stepping out on him. Even if Steve said it was okay himself. So for show you get a room and head that way. You two do this every year and so far they just think Ari is your brother, that thought makes you laugh a little. You go to your room and clean up a little and to change your lingerie, something special for Ari. He’s very particular about what he likes and you are happy to oblige. You slip your pajamas on and pull off the blankets and ruffle the bedding to make it look like you slept there. You dirty up the towels and toss them on the floor and use the coffee maker and drink a cup of the gross coffee before you head out.

You grab your bag and head to the elevators on the far end, less chance of anyone seeing you. Knocking on his door and waiting as you hear him move around. The door opens and he snatches you inside, pulling you into his arms and kisses you as he kicks the door closed.

“I’ve missed you.” Ari moans against your lips as he lifts you in the air. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

“Mmhm I’ve missed you too” you whisper, Ari growls as he pulls you closer and walks to the bed. He kisses you, shoving his tongue in your mouth, claiming you. You push him off and he stands back for a moment to look at you. Ari offers you his hand and you smirk as you take it, he pulls you up and his hands rake up and down your body. He feels your lingerie beneath your oversized pajama shirt.

“Oh Daze, did you?” He murmurs against your neck. You giggle and kiss his neck before you step back and lift your arms.

“Wanna help?” You look up at him innocently. Ari moans as he steps forward and lifts off the shirt, tossing it on your bag. He meets your gaze as he reaches a hand out, Ari smirks and drops his gaze to watch his hand trace over the royal blue lace that makes up the bra portion of your body suit. Your nipples pebbling up under his touch. The deep neckline on the suit plunges between your breast and the straps along the suit run under your breast and down your abs. The lace is almost completely see through and Ari can’t tear his eyes away. He unbuttons your jeans and kneels as he moves to pull them down. You slip out of your heels and step out of your jeans. Ari nods for you to sit down and you do, propping your foot up on his chest as he slips your heels back on. Once he does he kisses up your legs and guides you to stand.

“Come on, give me a spin, Daze.” You blush as you turn and let him see your ass. The body suit is a thong in the back, little lace straps along the edge at the top of your cheeks. The back is completely open except for the straps along the back. It leaves very little to the imagination, that’s the way Ari likes it, covered but fully seen. He bites his lips as you turn around fully and giggle.

“You like it, Ari?” You ask

“Oh Daze,” he brushes your hair off your shoulders and looks you up and down before he lifts off his shirt and pulls your body against his. “I love it.” He leans in and kisses you as he lays his hands along your ass. You lay your hands on his chest, feeling the strength beneath your hands. You let a little moan escape as you think about how good this is gonna be. Unlike the other men and even your husbands, Ari has no pet names for you. He calls you ‘Daze’ you call him Ari, and you have your way with one another all night. “Bet this little outfit is gonna look even better on the floor.” Ari speaks against your neck as he kisses his way down your body. He drops to his knees and your hands go immediately to his hair, feeling the strands dancing through your fingers as he moves. He kisses your hips and then looks up at you as he kisses over your clothed center.

“Mhmm, that feels good.” You hum lightly. Ari smirks and kisses against with a little more force than before. He pulls back and gazes up at you.

“Lay back, Daze.” His hands pushes on your chest, groping your breast as they slide down your body as you sit and lay down. His hands travel down your legs till he grabs your caves and lifts your legs over his shoulders. You arch off the bed, needing him to touch you already. You hear him chuckles and then feel his smirk against you.

“Oh please, Ari.” You add extra neediness to your voice to really get him going. But you know it won’t be that easy, he slides this index finger up and down your slit, just barely touching your clit before moving away each time. You groan and buck up against him which he expertly combats and keeps your hips still.

“Just so needy, huh?” He asks as You feel him unhook the bottom of the suit.

“Yyyeeesss” you whimper as he slowly pulls it away from your skin, your arousal already evident on the material.

“Oh Daze,” he moans as he sees your slick folds. “You’ve been like this all night. Just wet and ready.” You are about to whine and beg him to get on with it when he leans forward and leaves the softest kiss against your clit. He follows it quickly by sealing his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucking. Your hands fly to his hair as he slips his hands under your ass, holding you close. His eyes flick up to yours as you try to keep your eyes from rolling back. He smirks and winks before he starts to use his hands on your ass to guide you into riding his face. Quickly getting with the program you grip his hair tighter and ride his face hard and fast as he sucks and twirls his tongue around your clit.

“Fffuuucckkk!” You scream as you get closer, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten until it’s too much. “Yesyesyes!! Don’t stop!!! I’m gonna” you are breathless as your peak continues to climb, feeling so good and not enough, leaves you wondering if you’ll ever fall. “Ari!!” You moan, needing to cum more than ever, every muscle tense and begging for that sweet crescendoed release. Ari moans against you and the vibration sends you over into bliss. Your whole body releases and you gasp for air as your high rages through you. You let go of Air’s hair and your hands fall to the side, exhausted and so happy. Ari works you through your high and then as you lay there blissed he continues to eats you out like a man starved. Cherishing every tastes and swipe of his tongue, like he doesn’t know when he will eat again. You whimper a little and play with his hair, letting him know he is pushing you closer and closer to overstimulation. With a hum and a gentle kiss to your pussy, he finally kisses up your body to your lips. “Mmhmm thank you” you him and whisper as his lips move against yours. He laughs and kisses your neck before he lays down beside you.

“Always so polite,” he teases, his fingers tracing up and down your body. “I’m glad you liked it,” he kisses your chest as he pulls the straps of the body suit down and off. “It’s been too long Daze, almost a year.” He kisses your breast as he uncovered them. Your eyes are closed as you focus on the feeling of his hands and mouth on you, a moan escapes your lips when his touch your breast.

“I know,” you reach back and play with his hair. “But that’s what makes this so special, you waited a year and earned it.” You tease and Ari laughs against you before he looks up and meets your gaze. “And with that performance you just gave,” he smirks and you giggle as you push his shoulders back and flip him over. “You earned something extra.” You wink and he hums in agreement.

“I’d eat you out any day of the week at any hour just cause I want to, Daze. Not cause I wanted something in return.” He pulls you to straddle him. You kiss his lips and run your hands over his bare chest, the warmth sends pleased shivers down your spine. You hum.

“I know, and that makes me wanna return the favor so much more.” You kiss him again before moving back and kissing down his chest. “Now lay down.” He lightly laughs and lays back against the pillows, propped up enough to look down at you. “Still in your jeans and all.” You teases as you trail your fingers along his waistband. “Hard as can be.” You say as you rub over the large bulge under the denim. Ari hums and moans at the contact and that makes you smile even more.

You smirk up at him as you unbutton his pants and play with his zipper. He bites his lip and reaches down to play with your hair.

“Mmhmm don’t tease, Daze.” Ari pleads as you slowly pull his jeans down and off, leaving him in his boxers. A smile spreads across your face as you kiss up his thighs.

“It’s what I do best though,” you tease as you smirk up at him before you mouth over his erection. Ari laughs and it’s cut off by a moan as he feels your mouth on him. “But I guess I’ll let you off easy.” You wink and pull his boxers down and off. He hisses as the cool air blows across his hardened cock. “Shhhh,” you kiss closer and closer until you kiss up his length. “I’ve got you.” You kiss his tip before taking him in your mouth. Swirling your tongue around him and then swallowing him down to the base in one quick motion before pulling off and stroking him in your hand. Ari’s blissed out face reels you everything you need to know. You kiss up his length again and take him back in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down. You squeeze his thighs and then rub your hands along his hips as you work him closer and closer to orgasm.

“Daze, mmhmm D-Daaze,” he pulls you off and up into his arms. You pout a little and he lightly laughs, a little out of breath. He kisses you, trying to get the pout away. “Don’t pout, I have a refectory period unlike your husbands.” He kisses you again and tickles your side. You giggle but try to hold onto your pout. Ari spanks you “so stubborn,” he flips you over and pins you beneath him, his muscular thighs pushing between yours. “Even when you know,” he kisses your neck and down your chest, “that I always make it amazing for you.” You giggle and pull him up to kiss his lips.

“Then what are we waiting for?” You tease wrapping your arms around his back and pulling him closer. Ari growls like you just said the magic words. He kisses you desperately and wraps his arms under your body as he brings his hips against yours. You feel his hardened length rubbing through your slick folds. Ari moves a hand up your back and entangles it in your hair, pulling slightly and giving him access to your neck. He ruts against you and the friction is so delicious but you need more. “Ari please?!” You kiss him and he moans against your lips. “I’m ready- I need you!” Ari hums in agreement and pulls back, sitting up and look down at your body. Your blue lingerie still around your waist, your body on display for him. He licks his lips as he looks you over, little bite marks along your neck, hickies forming along your breast, your folds slick and swollen, you’re dripping and ready for another round. “Ari?!” You whine and pull him close by his hips, he smirks.

“I know, I know.” He takes himself in his hand and guides his tip to your entrance, you gasp and grab his arms for support. The stretch is incredible, in a dick measuring contest with all your men, Steve takes length by an inch, Bucky takes girth by an inch and a half, and Ari is just big. They all do their job wonderfully and you’ve never had a complaint, still you always have to prepare when you’re with Ari. “Just breathe, Daze.” He kisses you as he pushes all the way in and bottoming out. “So good for me,” he whispers against your lips.

“Mmhmm please,” you beg and Ari nods as he pulls back and thrusts back in. “Yyyesss” he starts to thrust in and out, hitting your sweet spot every time. He leans down, boxing you in. His bare chest against yours as his hips snap into yours. “Yesyesyes! Right there, oh Ari! Don’t stop!!” Ari kisses down your neck and bites your shoulder. You whimper, your last orgasm having exhausted you and Ari is building you up to another one just as big. He reaches down and rubs over your clit and you cum around his dick, squirting and writhing beneath him.

“That’s it, Daze,” he works you through it. “Just like that, cum on my cock.” He moans in your ear, feeling you clench around him. He doesn’t stop he sits up, lifts your legs and throws them over his shoulders as he pushes your thighs together. He lifts your hips off the bed a little and snaps his hips in rapid pace, quickly sending you to another high. “Come on, I know you have another. Give it to me.” He’s next thrust hits just right and you cum again, arching off the bed. You hear Ari growl as he pulls out and manhandles you to flip around. You can’t help the blissed look that spreads across your face as he ruins you. You lay on your stomach with your knees bent under you. Ari slaps your ass and grabs your lingerie that’s bunched around your waist, he wraps his hands in it and slams into you, bottoming out again.

“Fffuucckkk!!” You scream and rub your face against the mattress. “Mmhmm yyyesss!!! Oh Ari!!” He spanks you again and he speeds up, his cock driving into you over and over, hitting home and working you both to your highs. “Please?!?”

“Arhhh,” Ari grunts and moans as he gets closer and closer, “I’m gonna cum, Daze.” You nod and reach back for him. He takes your hand and thrusts harder. “Yes, oh fuck Daze!” He whimpers. Ari pulls you back against his chest, his arm over your breast and his other around your waist. He fucks into you as you crescendo into your last orgasm and he cums deep in you. “Mmhmmm,” he buries his face in your neck, “Daze, mmhmm oh Daze. Yyeesss. So good, so good for me.” He kisses up your neck as your walls milk him. You hum and smile, completely blissed and satisfied.

“Oh Ari, mmhmm” you turn and kiss his cheek as he lazily fucks into you, working you both through your highs. When you can finally breathe again you both fall to the bed, Ari still buried inside you. He kisses your shoulders and up your neck. “We should probably get cleaned up.” You offer and Ari just holds you tighter.

“Nope, not yet.” He smiles against your skin as his lips drag along your neck. “I still have plans and we have all night long, Daze.” Ari kisses your cheek and wraps his arms around you tighter, “So, how is wedded bliss going?” You giggle and Ari kisses your neck again.

“It’s nice, I have Husbands to come home to every night. Husbands who know me better than I know myself.” You look back at Ari, “Husbands who love me,” he kisses your neck.

“You know I love you Daze,” he rubs your side. “But I just couldn’t be a husband, not again.” He sighs, “it ended so badly the first time”

“I know, Ari.” You pull his hand up and kiss it. “And I’m not proposing here,” he laughs and you giggle. “You asked and I answered.” He hums in response.

“You pulled me out of a dark place all those years ago, you know?” You smile up at him. “The first guy you fixed.” You laugh and he kisses your head.

“I do my best,” you tease before you get serious, “you fixed me too, we’re a friend when I needed one.” You kiss him sweetly. “Best platonic soulmate a girl could ask for.” Ari laughs holds you tighter, “you think the front desk thought anything about our check in?” You ask and Ari shakes his head.

“No, we always cover our tracks.” Ari explains but you get an idea, “you ever think my platonic soulmate would join me and my husbands for a night?” You ask and look up at him. “It would be nice to stay in our own house and not have to worry about the maids or front desk finding anything out.” Ari sighs and rubs along you side.

“Maybe, Daze. I kinda like having you all to myself though.” He kisses your neck and you hum.

“Hmm is that so??” You ask and giggle as his hands start to trail lower and lower.

“Definitely.” Her puts as he starts to slowly fuck into you again. The night is a haze of fucking and sleeping and then fucking some more. Finally You get up and shower while Ari gets clean sheets. When you get out Ari hops in and gets cleaned up. Somehow he still gets in the clean bed before you, he holds his arms out and you giggle as you cuddle up next to him and sleep for whatever’s left of the early morning. When you check out Ari notices the front desk workers snickering and whispering in hushed tones as they look at you and Ari, he knows you see it too and his heart hurts a little. When you are in the car he pulls you into his arms and holds you tight in hopes that his arms could make the ride looks good away.

When you get home Steve and Bucky are waiting by the door. “Mmhmm good morning.” Steve kisses you and then so does Bucky. “You have a good night?” You nod and look back at Ari.

“Yeah, we did. Got to talk and Ari grilled me to make sure you boys are treating me right.” Steve laughs and so does Bucky. Ari walks up and claps them both on their shoulders.

“It was a nice night, thanks again guys.” Ari says and they both nod. “Maybe next time we won’t go to a hotel, maybe we will stay in.” He winks to you and you blush. “Now Daze don’t be getting any ideas, I’d just be a voyeur and then a solo participant.” You giggle and give him a big kiss before prancing away to your bedroom. Bucky looks at Steve and then Ari.

“Well we’d have to go over the rules and how we would do it.” Bucky starts and Ari laughs.

“Relax Buck, I’m not asking for an invite tonight. Your marriage bed is safe for now.” Steve and Ari laugh and Bucky chuckles and then looks to Steve.

“We will talk about it, see ya later Ari.” Steve says as he pulls Bucky along with him. They find you laying on the bed drifting off to sleep and they decide to leave you for a bit so you can catch up on some sleep. You’ve had a long night, and they would know a thing or two about long nights. Steve squeezes Bucky’s ass and Bucky whines. “What’s wrong? Still sore?” Bucky grumbles and turns around glaring at him.

“Are there still teeth marks on my ass??” Before Steve could answer Bucky does. “Yes, there are so yea it’s still sore.” Steve laughs and kisses Bucky.

“You were begging for it,” he kisses him again. “Come on,” Steve opens the bedroom door and they sneak in. “Get Daisy’s heating pad and I’ll let you sit in my lap with it, huh?” He smiles and Bucky melts but acts tough

“Fine.” Steve laughs and kisses Bucky before he slaps his ass with a chuckle.

When you finally wake up you see Steve sitting in the armchair in the corner or the room, Bucky in his lap and both of them passed out. You giggle and walk over to join them, climbing onto Bucky’s lap. You kiss his cheek and then kiss Steve’s. “Why is your lap so warm?” You ask giggling against Steve’s neck. He laughs and nuzzles into you.

“Because I was a little mean to Bucky’s ass. He needed some extra care.” He kisses your neck and Bucky nuzzles closer to you both.

“And it’s still sore, you both better be extra sweet to me.” He pouts and you laugh as you kiss his lips and lay your head against his chest. “And get ready for my birthday and then Wakanda cause your asses are mine.” You hum and kiss his chest and Steve rubs his back, you three sit there in Steve’s lap, wrapped up in one another till the bed calls your Name.

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