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1000night · 2 years

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Period Comfort P.3

characters: Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, Jake Jensen, Ransom Drysdale

warnings: implied smut, fluffy, use pussy this world many times

Ari Levinson

If your pussy would hurt before you start bleeding, he would suggest that you cockwarming him. And he's serious.

More sex before the period. He'd fulfill your any fantasy or kinks, the more rough during the sex, the sweeter about the aftercare.

When your womb start bleeding, your only seat is on his lap, his hands would stroke your tummy, lower back, or inner thigh softly.

Kissing and nipping your neck and shoulder, saying those filthy and sweet things into your ear.

"Part your legs more wider, duvshanit(honey). I knew this sweet little cunt need and want my attention now. Daddy will give what his girls want. "

Andy Barber

Calm and sweet daddy, stack the dessert you've craved so long for you. Stroke your back and lulled you until you sleep.

He actually has his own recipe to sooth your pain, it's from his parent.

The kiss-before-bed routine in period would add one more: Your clothed mound.

Petting your pussy gently, his ocean blue eyes darken, the temperature of his hands, his hot breathe and the electricity feelings when his lips press your pussy made you kneen and sighed comfortably.

He smiled proudly.

"Sleeping well, doll."

Jake Jensen

This guy freak out when the first time your period came after you live together.

The first thing he said to you was "Did you drink enough hot water?"

"...You must be lucky because I love you, JJ."

Starting to teach him how to ask or say sth properly. And tell him what you need.

He volunteers to wash your hair when you're in period.

Masage your belly and lower back, he kissed them and whispering to them.

"Hey, I'll treat her and you as best as I can, don't be mean to her. Deal or not?"

Your laugh make him grin, another kiss on your point finger, his stares are full of protective and satisfaction.

"Deal."

Ransom Drysdale

He know what it's going on, but his experiences told him that he better just leave you alone.

Let you insecure and cry all day long, you thought he's sick of you and want to break up.

But when he bring chocolate, hotwater bag and everything he thinks you need, came to your home. You leaned on the door frame and asked him what he want from you.

The deadly from your words thrilled him, he might shouldn't be here too early.

But he noticed your puffy eyes and he frowned. He gave you the things he brought and lowered his voice.

"Can I take a cup of tea? It's rainy outside."

You let him inside and sighed in relief when you opened the bags.

The silence was killed both you and him. So you decided to ask first.

"Ransom..."

His eyes shifted to you, you sucked a sharp breath and spilled out your insecure.

"If...if you think it's time for break up, you can say it now."

He narrowed his eyes, jaw clenched. His teeth gritted, "What? You want to break up, with me?"

Shook your head, your fingers crossed and pressed on your thighs, you swallowed the pain.

"No, but if you want to, I'd accept..."

"Don't you dare assume that I'd let you go, woman. I won't, and no one could take you away from me."

He stood up, grapped your arms and hugged you tightly. You could feel his hands are shaking, his breath shallow and hasty.

"...Did I do something wrong? Do you need more space alone? Or anything you want? Just tell me, sweetgirl. Just tell me."

"Why you didn't call me or answer my phone?" You hold his shirt behind his back. The tears dropped itself.

You can't sure he was sigh in relief or huff. But his warm embrace didn't loose any inch.

"When I was little, my mom would be nut when she's in her period. I learned to hide from her. I thought you need some places to release your...period moods."

He looked at your eyes, and the back of his right hand touched your cheek softly.

"You thought I'm tired of you and want to break up. Silly girl."

You couldn't answer him because he pressed his forehead against yours. His hands downed to hold your ass cheeks and lower back. The warm from him comfort you.

"The shining star is in front of me, only fool would abandon her to find a rock."

The End

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 2 years

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Another month, another rec list ✨ As always please check individual warnings for each fic. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog, and the majority tagged, are 18+ only and most of these fics contain adult themes.

Please give these insanelly talented folk some much desereved love 💕

Ransom Drysdale

Take one by @sweaterwearingdumbdork

Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

House cat by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Ransom Drysdale x reader

Bucky Barnes

*Heaven (won't) help you by @musingsinmoonlight

Dark prince!bucky barnes x female princess reader (modern royalty AU)

Whatever it takes by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Sunrise kisses by @buckies-dolle

roommate!Bucky x fem!reader

Blow me away by @angrythingstarlight

Chubby!Baker Bucky x Reader

Just a little crpush by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Bucky Barnes x Reader

*Good to you by @sinner-as-saint

Boyfriend’s Dad!Mob!Bucky x Reader

Video call by @metalbuckaroo

DBF!bucky x f!reader

Waiting on fate by @kinanabinks

CEO!Bucky x reader

The louder the better by @theluxuriousfangirl

Bucky x Female Reader

*Portofino by @buckybleu

mafia!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Split you in two by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Lumberjack Bucky x reader

Pink daisies by @buckyhoney

dom!bucky barnes x reader

Meet me in the city by @buckys-dollface

Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

*A sweet old fashioned notion by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Keep me warm by @metalbuckaroo

SugarDaddy!Bucky x F!Reader

After all these years by @softlysteven

bucky barnes x reader

Thank you, daddy by @sweeterthanthis

Sugar Daddy!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

There's always one by @summerofsnowflakes

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Avengers Reader

*Petal by @navybrat817

Beefy florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (Petal)

Sam Wilson

Rulebreaker by @fluffyprettykitty

Sam Wilson x fem! reader

Steve Rogers

Wish you were here by @jobean12-blog

Steve Rogers x reader

Make you remember by @maroonsunrise83

Steve Rogers x black female reader

Spiced cider by @beefybuckrrito

Neighbour!steve x reader

Kiss my skin by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Steve Rogers x Reader

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers

*Permanent by @navybrat817

Tattooist bucky barnes x female reader x tattooist steve rogers

Sugar by @ramp-it-up

College Steve x College Reader; College Bucky x College Reader

Lee Bodecker

Out of sight, out of mind by @honeystevie

lee bodecker x asian!reader

Destoryer!Chris

Never his by @navybrat817

Destoryer!Chris x reader

Steve Kemp

The hand that feeds by @shamevillain

Steve Kemp x Reader

Jake Jensen

Sweet dreams by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Jake Jensen X Reader

Steve Rogers & Peggy Carter & Bucky Barnes

*Parfois, Vous Avez Besoin D'un Public by @imanuglywombat

Steve Rogers x Reader x Peggy Carter x Bucky Barnes

Ari Levinson

Never enough by @jobean12-blog

Ari Levinson x reader

Splash by @beefybuckrrito

dad's best friend!Ari Levinson x f!reader

#fic rec #may fic recs #ransom drysdale #bucky barnes #sam wilson #steve rogers #lee bodecker #destroyer!chris #steve kemp #jake jensen #ari levinson

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deliciousangelfestival · 2 years

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Hello, how are you? I have re-reading the last update. So after Ransom's suggestion, did Naomi become a big sister? Oh, and if I can give a request, what if the new siblings stole the wife! Reader attention and Ransom felt jealous. Thank you, and have a blessed day.

I'm glad you like the newest story. Yes, Naomi became a big sister. That’s a great idea; I could see Ransom looked grumpy because no one gave him any attention. I hope you like this one, dear.

His Rival

Character: Ransom Drysdale X Female Reader x OC daughter and son

Theme: Fluff, Slice of Life, Comedy.

Check out another Ransom story as a husband and father in Knives Out AU : Masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Ransom knew he grew up with a golden spoon.

He embraces all the advantages he got his good looks, money, and status. And he has already used to with envy eyes everywhere he goes.

He never met his competitor until today, and he would never guess that person would be this close to him.

His rival is his son.

Yup, after that night *wink*, his family welcome a new member - Felix Drysdale.

Everyone loves the little boy, and Naomi is protective of her younger brother. Ransom felt like his life was finally complete.

But there is something only Ransom realizes when he holds Felix. He inherited the same traits from Ransom; he doesn't want to share what he likes. What Felix likes are his mommy and his big sister.

He always lets out a sound when Ransom gets closer to you. His small and chubby hands would slap Ransom's shoulder "Dada, no!" Ransom was pretty sure his son glared at him.

Baby Felix will act docile if he’s alone with Ransom. But when you walk in, the baby boy would cry and stretch his arms towards you.

Anyone would think this interaction looks cute, but not for Ransom because his quality time with his wife is disturbed.

Romantic candle dinner between Ransom and you would end quickly because of crying Felix. He would be crying for his mom.

Harlan also noticed it too when he held Felix. He told Ransom, “When you were little, you acted like him. We called you a little emperor.”

Ransom felt neglected, but he couldn’t complain because it was his idea to have one more kid, so Naomi had friends.

Is it bad wishing his son to grow up quickly so he could move out for college?

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geminixevans-stan · 2 years

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Bare Pages - 3

Pairing: Professor!Ransom Drysdale x Black Female Reader

Words: 3.7k+

Summary: Reader just can’t get away from her past and for that, she’s the one that pays the price.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions previous sexual assault, explicit language, angst.

A/N: Part 3 is here! Where are the words coming from?! Like, comment & reblog. Enjoy! ♥

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Series MasterList

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

Where do you go when the world is literally swallowing you whole?

A question that you have yet had an answer for because you still don’t know how to cope when things get rough. Just hearing their names after all these ears makes the will to breathe hard and the weakness in your limbs to appear. So where can you go? Where has your happy place gone?

You remember so long ago the light that used to be in your innocent eyes and on occasions, it flickers. A dull shine maybe. The cold tiled floor became your bed the previous night. Your tears leaking at the white marble as each and every scream played in your head over and over.

But it was time to get up and there was a small relief that it was the weekend. You get up slowly, feeling the soreness in resting on the hard floor, your joints popping a bit.

The silver laptop comes in your sight and you had the urge to just… write. To get everything out because if a bitch who could profit from your pain, it was time for you to spill it. If Professor Drysdale wanted to know why words were your happy place, then he better buckle up. It was time to tell your truth or at least the superficial truth.

He didn’t know you well enough to even know what your favorite color was, let alone know all the pain that your life held. Sure, the years after your adoption were comfortable, but you still had that knife stuck in your heart that would forever be there.

As you got yourself together in the bathroom and made a smoothie, because physically eating was too much right now, you open the laptop, powering it on and pressing your fingertips to the keys until you were satisfied.

Once you were done, the word count was well over five thousand. But it was your truth and Drysdale was going to either take it or leave it.

The double doors of the Thrombey estate pushed opened as Ransom was granted by Fran, his once least favorite person in the world. It took so many years for him to treat “The Help” like actual people but he did it. He was so much of a better man than he was in the earlier years and he could only have Harlan to thank.

He gave her a curt nod, making his way to his Grandfather’s study for their weekly game of “Go,” a tradition that was once broken once a rift between him and Harlan transpired. For so long he didn’t understand why he was cast out with the rest of his family but as he looked at the better picture and months of therapy, his understanding improved.

Harlan heard the firm knock on his door, looking at the clock and smiling faintly at who he knew it could be. He granted the permission of the person behind the door, closing the small folder in front of him to greet his grandson.

If anyone was more proud of Ransom it would be Harlan. To see the man that was once a silly boy grow up to be just what he knew he would be was an accomplishment for the old man.

Since birth as Harlan held the chubby-cheeked baby in his arms, he knew that Hugh Ransom Drysdale was destined for greatness. He saw how inquisitive and curious he was even as a toddler.

Answering any question his grandson would give him because he knew that in this world, he needed to the truth. That didn’t stop him from letting him be a child and he wished that maybe he should have taken Ransom in his wing than his parents.

A boy who only knew nannies and not the love of his parents, grew up to be entitled and have no respect. But who could blame him in the environment that he was brought up in? Life dealt Ransom a silver spoon but an attitude that made him very disliked.

But the man that stood before Harlan now was slowly shedding that persona. He still was the asshole but to an extent. Ransom circled over to Harlan giving a small embrace before sitting in front of him, the “Go” board separating the two.

Harlan brought out the small satin bag, opening it up and dumping the black and white stones on the game board, “So tell me, Ransom, how’s life at the college these days?” he asks picking the white stones this round.

Ransom separated his black stones from Harlan’s watching the board for the first move, “Oh you know, same old, same old. Although for the first time in two years, a student has intrigued me.”

As Harlan laid the first stone, he quirks his eyebrow averting his sight to Ransom, whose focus was now on the board, “Have they now? Tell me about him or her,” he watches Ransom lay his first piece down.

He recalls your first draft of the essay, calling it a first draft because he knew better. Knew that wasn’t you and it was… unsettling.

“She’s hiding and I know that there is more to her than the sparkles she’s trying to portray.”

“And what makes you think that’s just not…. Her?” Harlan asks.

Ransom doesn’t know how to say or if he can. Protective of you in a way that he shouldn’t be. You’re just a student and still, you catch his cerebral attention.

“I see me in her. Not me now but me then and she’s hurting. I just want her to be truthful to herself,” he places his piece down awaiting the next move.

Harlan’s sight sets to the board thinking of just where to go as he scrunches his brows together, “You always wanted to know so much son. Her truth isn’t yours to push. You of all people should know that.”

“Her talent, grandfather, it’s… raw — hungry. Like she needs to write just as much as she needs to breathe,” he remembers the first time he read your writings.

It was unlike any other that he’s read, even rivaling his own grandfather.

Harlan could hear the fascination in Ransom’s voice. One of amazement and not just lust, “Still, you can’t push something like that. You will receive the answers every time.”

Silence befell the quaint office, both minds churning.

As Ransom laid his piece down he broke the silence, “She’s a hard one, I’ll give her that. Her life has been filled with tragedy.”

Harlan chuckled, watching his inquisitive grandson, “And you think she needs to be truthful about that? Ask yourself what do you gain? Is this for you or for her?”

Silence again as Ransom tries to think what he’s really pushing you for.

“It’s nothing that I want to gain. More of what I want her to break from,” his voice filled with a surprising softness.

With his piece put down, a capturing Ransom’s, Harlan looks up at him, “Then don’t push. Let her come to you and let her lead the dance. This is her story and if you try and tear at the pages she won’t bend. Her book will close and you won’t get to read anymore.”

Ransom knew out of all people what forcing would do. He didn’t like when Harlan was right, which was most of the time. But he would take his advice as he always had done.

The conversation died as the game went on. This time Ransom genuinely won and he bid his grandfather a good rest of his day.

He ventured off to his home, walking into his office as he opens the page on his computer to start his grading duties.

What catches his eye is just what he asked of you earlier in the week. You promised him the same as before but as he opened up the file and began to read, he noticed that he was no longer breathing as he took in every word typed.

You had to be some kind of masochist or loved to live in your pain. But as you watched the woman sitting across from the interviewer on tv.

Her face was the same but weathered, grays sitting at the roots as she went on about what really happened that night. As if she was was there.

“It was gruesome really,” Started Monica Shepherd, recalling her account of your tragedy.

“I was first on the scene, asking questions that were left unanswered. But then I saw her. The girl that lived is what I call her. She was numb and I tried to ask what she knew,” her face feigning at a fake somber look.

The interviewer listened intently as she went on and on and the more she talked, the more you wanted to burn everything in sight.

How was she able to talk about you? She wasn’t in that closet with you as you hear bang after bang. The pleas for help turned into silence.

Monica wasn’t there and she didn’t have the right to act like she was.

These walls were getting to annoy you and it was time to leave. Where? You didn’t know.

But as you dressed and walked out the door, a bar was in your sights. But forgetting that they wouldn’t let you in even if you begged.

You needed a distraction and what a better way than to go to the one place that was empty on a Saturday night — the campus library.

Taking the steps up the stairs to the place of silence, you pull the door open and walk through to lose yourself in something that could hopefully catch your eye.

It wasn’t entirely empty but empty enough that no one would pay attention to you.

While scanning the fictions section, dragging your fingers across the spines of books you passed, there was one that caught your eye.

One that was read to you every night by either your mother or father. Your eyes widen a bit, staring at the title and pulling it from the shelf.

You open it up, reading the words as their combined voices fill your head.

I’ll love you forever,

I’ll like you for always,

As long as I’m living

My baby you’ll be

Reading those words over and over, getting lost in their voices distracted you from the fat tears rolling down your cheeks and the figure standing at the end of the aisle watching you.

He shouldn’t be looking or even wanting to interrupt a private moment. But the streams wetting your face was something that he internally couldn’t bear.

Ransom stepped back quietly, moving slowly in order to not be seen. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to visit the library.

He didn’t like being around a bunch of people and Saturday gave him the opportunity to find new literature to torture his students with.

Torture would be the wrong word to him. But with the whiny groans that would come from their mouths, that’s what it felt like for them.

To him though, it was a way to get them to learn. Open their minds in ways they didn’t even know was possible.

He was deep in his research when he felt a presence behind him.

“Would think you would be as far away from this place on the weekend,” said a soft but weary voice.

Ransom turned around, finding you behind him, eyes a faint red but no signs of the tears he had just seen you shed.

He closed the book, turning fully around to take you in, “It’s not the campus. More so the students,” he answers, “And you? You should be with the rest of the horny mongrels right now. Not your scene I guess.”

You shrugged, not giving it much of thought, “It’s not in me tonight I guess. Plus, who needs friends?”

Ransom gave you a pointed stare, placing the book back in its respected spot, “Couldn’t hurt, you know. Maybe you could benefit from them than being in a library at night.”

Friends… Vile creatures, you thought. Those never came easy to you. Even when you didn’t feel like making them in the first place.

You give him a faint smirk, “I could say the same for you, Professor Drysdale. Seems like we’re both in the same predicament.”

“Which is where you’re wrong. I have friends. I choose to be here.”

“And you think I don’t?” you question, waiting for what he had to say next.

He crosses his arms over his chest, your eyes catching the corded veins under his skin. “I think you’re either bored or running from something. But both could be wrong and you just like being here.”

Giving him an indication that he could be right, you keep your face void of any emotion, “I just like it here. It’s quiet.”

“And your dorm isn’t? You have a pattern with bullshit,” he says, putting his hands up as your glared at him, “but I’m not judging this time. You redeemed yourself with your latest entry.”

Your face faltered a bit, quickly containing your composure. Sure, your redo was written out of pure emotion and you weren’t looking for praise. But that small preen still appeared.

What was common in the library — silence fell between you two. You knew that he couldn’t possibly know what today was and you weren’t in the business of sharing. Not with him — he seemed like an asshole anyway. No matter if he was impressed with your cry for help. Because that’s what it was and it seemed as if he couldn’t read between the lines.

Ransom studied your body language and it would have been unreadable to a normal person but he knew that stillness anywhere, “For what it’s worth? I see you a little bit better and know what you’re capable of. Don’t sell yourself short ever again.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek, still standing in silence. Him? See you? He couldn’t have seen a damn thing. No one could get you and you were fine going through life with that notion.

With enough courage to swallow the lump forming in your throat, you began to speak up, “Th-Thanks Professor Drysdale. I’m gonna get out of here, you have a good night,” your feet moving you before you even register it. You hold in your breath until you’re outside, hearing tires screech and bright lights.

A group of people rushes up to you, a microphone pushed to your face and a camera, upgraded from last time is pointed directly at you.

You try to back away as your movements are followed, stopping dead in your tracks when you see the one person making this day worse than it needed to be.

Monica Shepherd speaks your name, coming to your side as she drapes her arm over your shoulder, “I am here with the girl who lived 20 years ago,” she announces, turning her face to you, “It must be so hard for you,” she says in a comforting tone, “you lost so much and the world wants to know how you’ve been coping.”

You were stunned, speechless even. The nerve of here to even be in your face right now. How the hell did she even find you? Your last name was changed a long time ago and there was no way anyone would have noticed.

The blinding light burned your eyes as you turned away, ripping from her grasp as you tried to run away again. Multiple footsteps followed you, getting closer, your breath becoming labored again. The more they chased, the sloppier your steps became.

You take one wrong step, tripping and hitting your head as the world starts to go black…

Shuffling feet and an incessant beeping is what brought you back to the land of the living. Your eyesight was blurry as ever, but that same woodsy sweet scent lingered. Feeling the mattress under your fingers, you try to get up but are met with the pounding pain on the left side of your head.

You can make out a faint irritated tone outside the room, squinting to keep the light from your eyes. Two pairs of broad shoulders were turned away from you, one in a suit and the other in the familiar sweater.

Whatever they were talking about couldn’t be made out and the pounding knot kept you from wanting to do anything else. You sat up groaning from soreness as both heads snapped in your direction.

Ransom was the first to walk over to you, surveying you speaking softly, “It’s okay no need to move. You took a nasty fall, no fault of yours might I add”

You look at Ransom, confused as to why you were even here. Then the images flooded back and what was confusion turned into anger. Pushing yourself, Ransom pushes you back down gently.

Giving him a death glare, “Let. Me. Go.”

Then, another voice came into play, one that you didn’t know of, “That won’t be necessary,” informed the man in the suit. He had the same features as Ransom but sported a well-kept beard.

The more you looked at him, the more he started to look more familiar. Your eyes widened as the same person whose pic was hung up at Barber Hall was standing in front of you.

He looked at you with such softness but still a fierceness at what you just went through, “Andrew Barber. Andy or Mr. Barber is fine. I’m here on behalf of Mr. Drysdale for you. What happened tonight was a breach of privacy and definitely assault.”

You look in between both men and all you wanted was the world to finally swallow you whole. This couldn’t be happening. Lawyers and court were something that you were so tired of.

With every investigation of the massacre, you became disappointed and no longer wanted to step foot in another courtroom ever again, “No one touched me. Why are you here again?”

Andy gave you a soft smile, leaning against the wall a bit, “That may be true, but had they not been chasing you, then you would be here. That’s assault and for that, with your permission, they need to pay. Mr. Drysdale will be taking care of the expenses and you have nothing to worry about.”

If you had a dollar for every time someone told you that you had nothing to worry about, you would be a freaking millionaire.

You try to sit up again but to no avail, the headache was too much and you were becoming tired again.

“I just want meds and to sleep,” you say, “And my parents… I need to call them.”

Ransom was the next person to speak, “No need. They’re on their way. Seems as though they saw what happened on the news and I also notified them. They should be here in the next hour or so…”

This is what you were trying to avoid… The weakness. No one was supposed to see you like this. But you were grateful. You looked up at Ransom, “Thank you, Professor Drysdale and you too Mr. Barber,” the lump in your throat began to form again, “No one was supposed to find me. It was what I wanted. If anything, I want to know how that happened…”

Andy nodded at you, picking up his briefcase, “That I can do. The assault charges too?” you give him a slow nod, “Okay. When I have something, I will let you know, get better.”

Ransom showed Andy out the door, coming back to sit in the chair beside you. It didn’t dawn on you that he sat with you until now and you didn’t know what to make of it really. It was out of pity, you were sure of it.

Looking over at him, you let out a dry laugh, “Guess you know my secret now huh?”

How could he tell you that he already knew? That he pushed you because, by that fact alone, he knew you were still hurting.

His eyes cast down and back up to you. He wasn’t about to be another person that lied to you, “I’ve always known… and no I didn’t go looking for it.”

You stare at him, the words trying to form. Too many lies have been told to you, even the one thing you asked to hide wasn’t even done right.

“How long?” you ask.

Ransom took a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair, “Since the first day. I see so much of myself in you and then your writing from high school. It caught my attention,” you keep your eyes on him as he went on, “I looked at your file and saw your old and new last name,” he took another look at you, “That’s why I knew you were selling yourself short. I can see it in your eyes that you’re still hurting.”

You take a gulp, muttering, “You don’t know…”

“I know enough…

Your head shot up at the audacity, “You don’t know shit! What, you think because you know who I really am that you know? I can assure you that you don’t know half of what hurt is. You haven’t had to hear your family die, be shipped from home to home, and have your body be used over and over!”

Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, becoming more irate at how unmoved he was, “This doesn’t bother you! Why should it? You’ve been handed everything your whole life! But know me?! Let’s face it. You only know what the news told you and that was bullshit!”

The air between you was thick but Ransom let you continue, “You… you c-could never know,” your voice trembling with each syllable.

On the outside, Ransom seemed Stoic, but his insides were boiling. Not at the fact that you were yelling at him but you were beyond hurt and it wasn’t even your fault.

He stood up watching the tears fall the more you speak, his arms moving on their own as they wrap around you and pulling you to his chest, your fist faintly beating at his chest, “Get off! Fuck you!,” you shout, feeling him hold your tighter until you sag against him, letting go every emotion that you held in.

You let out choked sobs, catching your breath the more the tears spilled, wetting his sweater. One thing that you were right about… He didn’t know and now he did.

Which made him more determined to do what he should have done a long time ago…

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1000night · 1 year

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DILF HP AU

Ravenclaw time!!!

Warnings: smut, polyamary, don't like don't read

<Previous Part

Ravenclaw

You don't quite know why you'd be sorted to Ravenclaw. You might have some clever or intelligent, but you sure you're not enough to enter this house.

You think this is some fault or bug. But your housemates don't think so.

Yes, your behaves are usually clumsy, and your knowledge or the ability of insight may not as sensitive as normal or 'classic' Ravenclaw.

But you can focus on searching and make notes for your fanfics and stay in the stacks of books and datas for several hours. You are willing to sit and dare to ask people those things to understand yourself.

And you'd always look up at them with the eyes of admiration, shyness and sparkling joy.

Always make them so hard.

So, for helping their clumsy Chika, they designed some games to help her to study.

Your hands are tied up above your head, your legs parted and tied up, the silk is bind to different sides leg of your bed.

“Tell me, Chika. What does Reparifarge do?”

You whimper and your walls clench when you heard his low and deep voice. You tries to recall what is the book write in.

“Un...Undo Transfiguration.”

“Correct” You can feel the dildo speed up and pressing the special spot. You moans and squirming.

Two hands palm your breasts and squeeze them. And someone pets and strokes your clit.

“You've answered 10 questions correctly, Chika. Now you'll have some bonus rewards.” you recognise this voice is belong to Bucky. He kisses your nerve bundle and message your clit.

“Tell me what do you want to do and who?” And this is Scott.

“Ung...Jake and Ran...” Your legs are shaking and your hips move themselves.

“And what do you want us to reward you, Chika? You know Barber won't let us take the fucking dildo out and replace our cock inside your perfect hole before your test finish. I know you miss the feeling we fuck you take turns, angel. I miss that old times too.” Ransom stroke your hair and tug some behind your ear.

“Want you...use my boobs and my pussy to jerk off, and cum on my puss or my stomack.” you bubbling and they all curse when they see your smirk smile

“Shit, Chika. You just read those smut fics again huh? Tell me, how many times the reader cums?” Jake rubs his heavy mushroom head against your clit and the small bundle, your body shrinks and limps.

“She...she doesn't renember because she pass out.”

“Aww, then your challenge time would be extended, Lady Bird.” Andy winks at you while he gives you a smugly smirk

Ransom squeeze your breast and shoves his length between them and groans.

“Ahhh...I fucking love these soft tits. The fourth place of my favourite part of your body.”

“I bet the top one is her thighs, you prick.” Bucky teased and grunt when he watching Jake and Ransom use your tits and pussy while one dildo in your pussy already.

“Ha! That's you, Barnes. That's why she let you fuck her thighs and cum in her mouth. You're a creepy...ohshit! Chika this feels so good! I support your bad girl behaviour about reading smuts. Ugh...yes...ohhh...”

“Who can blame me? Her plum thighs are inviting me all the time, did I ever told you I want to fuck you when I see your bare legs show up in front of me, Chika?”

You nod and roll your head to lick Andy's harden member.

“Naughty girl, you still want to seduce me when you have two men pleasure you? Huh, I am not complain at all, Lady Bird.”

Andy touches your cheeks and uses his thumb to brush away your tears on the corner of your eyes.

Several minutes later, Andy shoots his loads down your throat while the others cum on your body.

Jake and Bucky choose on your pussy and inner thighs; Ransom choose on your tits, and Scott choose on your stomach.

And you, your climax hit you when they all cum with the animalistic roars.

The dildo is pulled out after your body recovers from your high. And the next moment, someone turns you to the left side, you face Andy and just when you blinks to him with your confused eyes, someone thrusts into you without warnings.

You yelped and arch your back, you feels like your head against a broad, hot chest.

“Time to continue the test, Andy.” It's Scott.

His hands holding your waist, pull until nearly out completely, and slams back hard, your eyes start teary again.

“Don't worry, Lady Bird. We have a lot of time to help you gained those knowledge and train your body.” Scott chuckles, and just when you lift up your eyes, you can see their hungry eyes staring at your swollen pussy is opened up by Scott's big, fat cock, and the foams of your body fluids linger on your soft skin.

Scott nips your earlobe and whisper in your ear:

“We will continue until you answer those questions correctly but forget them instantly after you cum so hard that you can only remember our names.”

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1000night · 2 years

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Pixie and her alphas (1/?)

Pairings: Alpha!DILF!CE characters/ beta!short chubby female best friends reader(polyamory)

Characters: Ransom Drysdale, Steve Rogers(Nomad), Jake Jensen, Ari Levinson

Warnings: implied smut, pet name, abo pack au

English is not my first language.

About the baby

You and those alphas became friends has already been over 10 years. It’s a miracle for both of you. When those alphas decided to build a pack and they invited you to join, you almost puke your grape juice.

“Sorry, can you say that again, please?”

“We’re not joking, Pixie. We’ll become a pack, and we wish you could be our beta.”

Steve swayed slightly where he was standing, his big puppy dog eyes were looking at you.

You opened your mouth to try to speak, but Jake interrupted.

“Nope, Pixie. We’re all welcome you to become one of our pack members, it’s not because we just need some random betas, it’s because you’re our Pixie. We’re eager to be your family.”

“We’ve waited for your agreement, no pressure, Pixie. But you know…”

Ari peeked at Ransom and shrugged

“You’re the only one who could calm us down when we’re in ruts and stop those stupid arguments. If you’re not in this pack, I have a feeling that this pack will always be in fights.”

“Then tell me why you need to build this pack when you argue almost every day?” You crossed your arms and retorted.

“Are you have something didn’t tell me?”

Ari coughed and you narrowed your eyes. He raised both his hands and sighed.

“I have a newborn daughter.”

“You what!?” You looked around in a dazed manner and turned to the rest of them

“You all knew that? How? When? What about her mother? Will you invite them to join this pack or you’ve…”?

Steve cooed you, “Hey! Hey, calm down, Pixie. Take a deep breath, in…, out.”

“I told you she’ll freak out.” Ransom rubbed his neck, smirking at Ari.

“Ah! You’re not helping, Ransom. Shut the fuck up!” Ari growled, he kneeled in front of you.

His bright blue eyes looked up at you, he held your hands tightly.

“Pixie, listen to me.” Ari kissed your knuckles, the hot breath winded through your fingertips making you tremble.

“The omega has her own pack, we’re just one-night stand things. She doesn’t want to raise this kid, and I’m not interested in having a relationship. So, I asked them if they wanted to build a pack to raise her growing up. But as I said, you’re the only one who could always calm us down and find a way to make us meet each other halfway. And you’re the only female I’d trust enough. I need you, Pixie.”

After several awkward silences, you huffed.

“...Fine. And I think you’ve prepared everything already?”

“Yes, we’ve chosen a large house to move in, the baby will be there next week.”

Ari stood up and pinned you down the couch, his beards tickled your jaw and neck, making you giggle.

“Thank you, Pixie. I love you.” He kissed your cheek and jaw.

“Yeah, yeah. I know, you’re so heavy, Ari bear.”

He yanked you up and let you sit on his lap as he crashed down the couch.

“What’s the baby’s name? Did her mother's name already?”

Ari shook his head and cocked his head aside to kiss your inner wrist.

“Can you do this for me, please? As the gift to join our pack.” And as the only partner who we’ve all agreed to share.

“Alright, if you insist.” Those alphas shared a look when you were focused on the name of the baby.

When the next week comes, you’re so excited to see the baby, well, she has a new name now.

—Aderyn, means ‘Bird’ in Welsh

“Why did you name her a Welsh name?”

“I think the name is beautiful.”

Your answer made Ransom’s brain shut down and he didn’t know how to respond.

“Aw, I hope little Aderyn could learn that from you, so we can have an ally against Ransom.”

Jake winked at you, and you tilted your head up proud.

“Hey, Jake. I could hear you!”

The sounds of a car engine roaring stopped your argument. You jumped off the sofa and rushed toward the front door. Opened the door eagerly.

A small faint lay in Ari’s arms, her chubby baby face melted your heart.

Carefully, you cradled the baby up in front of your chest.

“She’s so cute. I love her!” You gave Ari a grin and went back into the house.

Steve parked the car and stared at Ari standing in front of the door.

“What’s wrong, Ari?”

“I want to marry her now, Steve. I’m falling in love with her, again.”

Ari clapped his hands over his heart. Steve chuckled and patted Ari’s shoulder.

Taking care of a baby is hard, but those alphas and you shared those things.

Ransom is the one who “grows up more like a father” type, he’d cooed Aderyn to sleep no matter if he’s in the meeting, he remembers the formula, so he doesn’t need to review the stick note. He always buys new things for Aderyn, spoiling her.

Aderyn is always excited to see him, when Ransom’s rut begins, you’re afraid that she’ll be upset if Ransom could take care of her.

“Hey, Ran. It’s me, can you give me one of your shirts? I need that for Aderyn.”

You knocked on his room door, and when the door cracked open, the strong smell of passion fruit hit your nose.

“Let the others take care of her, I need you. Come back in 5 minutes.”

The lava of lust was surging in his eyes while he gives you his blue sweater.

Five minutes later, you came back to Ransom’s room, he didn’t lock his door.

All you see is Ransom lying on his king-sized bed, naked and he’s whimpering

“Ran? Are you alright? How can I help you?”

You know as a beta; you can’t solve his problem. However, even if you’re a beta, the strong smell of passion fruit and his scents still made you dizzy.

“Pixie…come here.” You sit on the edge of his bed, Ransom shifts so his head is nuzzling your tummy.

“I need you so bad, beta.” His hoarse voice echoed in your ears. His hot breath tickled your neck, your heart, and your core.

“Ran, I can’t. I…”

“I know, but I need you. Might this body isn’t designed to mate with a beta, but my soul is attracted to you.”

Ransom took your hand right on his heart, the haste pulse fluttered you.

“Do you hear that? I've never beaten so fast, it’s because of you, only you, Pixie.”

He buried his head into your hair and inhaled.

“You smell so good, I can smell Aderyn’s scents on here…”

His big hand covered your left breast, which made you gasped

“and that driving me crazy, I want to breed you, feed you, and can’t wait to see you have my pups.”

His filthy words and kneading of your breast are too comfy to not moan.

Your legs were trembling, your womb was hurting, and you could feel the slick between your thighs.

“You sure I can help you through your rut?” You still remember why you came to his room.

“I don’t know, let’s find out.”

His kiss was the last straw. When your senses come back to you, it’s been almost a week.

Ransom’s success provokes the envy of others, they protest and ask that you do your partner’s duties too. The only thing you are thankful for is that each of them has a staggering time, giving you enough time to rest. And the rest of them would take the responsibility for babysitting Aderyn. *Weak smile

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1000night · 2 years

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Lambchop

pairings: SS&CE characters x female short chubby reader

words count:1530

a/o: I don’t know why my fic become this but...alright.

warnings: none, just fluff, and self insecure,

It’s your first time going to the men’s dorms.

“You sure you can find the dooms on your own, Lambchop?”

“Buck is right, we could leave the class earlier and pick you up…or we could skip today’s class.”

Shakes your head, you give both of your best friends a ‘Don’t you dare to try’ look and continue gathering your stuff.

“I know my terrible ability about the roads is the reason why you worried about me, but I have the Google map and the GPS. Or I could ask other guys how to go to the dooms. There are so many ways! Besides, I couldn’t always hide under your wings, right?”

“I’d rather and will always protect you, there are so many bastards in this world…”

Steve murmurs under his breath but he sighs while Bucky strokes your hair softly with the back of his left hand.

“If someone tries to hurt you, you call us ANYTIME without hesitation, you got me, doll?”

You nod and snuggle against his hand.

Follow the map and GPS, you stop at a historic building, the ivy climbs up the stone walls, small, rectangular windows let in plenty of light and have been added to the house in a very symmetric way.

The house is equipped with a large kitchen and two bathrooms, it also has a spacious living room, four bedrooms, a roomy dining area, a multimedia room, and a grand storage room. The roof is high and triangular and is covered with stone slabs.

The building is shaped like an L. The extension extends into wooden sunscreen structures reaching the end of that side of the house.

The second floor is the same size as the first, but part of it hangs over the edge of the floor below, creating an overhang on one side and a balcony on the other. This floor has a slightly unique style compared to the floor below.

Press the doorbell, wait a few moments until someone opens the door.

A man with caramel brown hair and a pair of dodger blue eyes leans against the door frame, his arms cross in front of his chest, and he raised his brows.

“Name and who do you want to find?”

You shift your feet and hold your bag tighter; you’ve heard him before.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale, a fabulous frat boy in your college. He and Lance Tucker, the car racer, are friends. And he’s another roommate with your boys.

“I’m here to wait for Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.”

Ransom frowns and looks you up and down, then he shrugged.

“Come in and close the door.”

Ransom doesn’t give you second attention when he goes back to his room directly.

Sitting on the soft and cozy couch, you take your phone and text your best friends that you’ve arrived at the dorm. When they text you back and say they’ll bring your favorite restaurant meal back, you smile at the screen.

The bang of the door shuttling startles you and makes you jump slightly. Turning to the door, you meet your classmates.

“Um…what are you doing here?”

“Hey, Jake, Dennis. I’m waiting for Steve and Bucky. You two just finish your class?”

The two of them let their bags fall on the ground and then sit on both sides.

“Den and I finished our programs, so we decided to play some video games in our rooms. I, I never thought I’d meet you here. I mean, you’re so shy and sweet, and the two pricks protect you so well that the whole dooms have a bet that when will you be a thing…”

You chuckle when you hear Jake’s words.

The reason Steve and Bucky are so protective is that you are their childhood best friend. You three are always together like each other’s shadows. You’ve been their support friend and sunshine since they could remember.

Before Steve turned into a delicious beefcake, it was you and Bucky who protected him; Bucky protected him from those bullies, and you saved him from those mean girls. Steve was a stubborn cat, and he still is. Then, he became beefy and taller after your last summer vacation in your high school. So did Bucky, only you became twice the size, though both reassured you that they still think you are the most beautiful woman in this world. But you’ve seen those pretty women around your best friends.

None of them like you.

Everything changed after the summer. You were no longer the sunshine and confident one, you don’t like jogging with them anymore because you didn’t like to bear those stares on your body. You don’t like to see your reflection in the mirror or take photos.

You thought they would dump you or distance themselves when they realize you’re not enough for them. But no, both those boys glued on your sides and be more protective after you met some pricks and bullies.

“I knew the feelings about trusting people you loved will love you back unconditionally. But you did that to the skinny Stevie, so I want to do the same to you, sunshine.”

Steve sat on your left as he admired the same sunset as you. The soft wind kissed both your faces; your eyes locked at each other. You could see sincerity, and something was hidden in the depth of blue. You didn’t dare to discover those, not when you couldn’t even accept and rebuild your confidence.

And what about the rest? What happened after the New Year party in your fresh year?

You only remember that you cried in Steve’s warm and safe arms, Bucky whispered how beautiful you were, and they love your every inch ‘less perfect.’

And when the ray of sunshine peeked through the curtains in Buck and Steve’s room, you found you were sleeping between your best friends, and their hands trapped you as if you were in the safest golden cage.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” Bucky slowly opened his eyes while he gave you a breathtaking smile.

Steve held your left hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

“Waking with you and Buck in the peaceful morning is one of my life goals, and now my dream has come true.”

You couldn’t stop your tears falling and the feelings about cotton swelled in your heart.

After the chaotic night and the soft morning, you told yourself that the whole world didn’t worth you to upset your two fucking ‘the best’ best friends.

Who cares about those girls, frat boys, or gossip when you have your boys?

In their eyes, you’re like the goddess herself and to you, you know they’d never judge you if you are happy and healthy.

“Lambchop! Sorry, we’re late.” Bucky’s voice lets you jump and stand up quickly, running to him and giving him a bear hug. He catches your weights easily, his hands cupping your hips while he kisses your right cheek.

“Miss us so much, hum?” You nod and peck his lips, arms around his neck. Then you rest your face on his shoulder while you smile at Steve, who stood behind Bucky and is lifting your favorite meal.

“Steviee~~” You swear Bucky and Steve flinch at the same time when they heard you calling Steve’s name sweetly.

The blonde chuckles and bends over to kiss your left cheek.

Your giggle dies down when you see someone show up behind Steve, he wears a red and white racer coat, and he clears his throat.

Bucky groans when he sees the man. “Oh no the troublemaker is here.”

“What are you doing here? I supposed today’s Scott or Nick to come here.”

Steve clenches his jaw and shifts between you and the man so he won’t see you.

“Lance is invited by me, you two idiots in love. We’re not interested in your Lambchop.”

Ransom’s voice draws everyone’s attention, you climb down from Bucky and suddenly noticed that there are so many men in the same place.

“Buck, can we go to your bedroom? Or the dining room?” You tug Bucky’s sleeve and give him your best doe eyes.

“Anything you want, sunshine. Let’s head to our room.”

You could sense the two pairs of eyes gawking at you when you follow your best friends.

After you left, Dennis and Jake went back to their room silently, only Ransom and Lance still stood there.

“You should come sooner, it’s impossible to meet her alone. They’re like her guards or something.” Ransom frowned while Lance shrugged

“Sorry, Branden and Nick want to see her too, we took some time to decide who could come here this time.”

Ransom sighed and stepped toward the fridges, pouring himself a glass of icy water.

“I bet she has something to bait all of us curious about her, and I don’t know why those two idiots craved her so much. She’s not special.”

“Or just to us. Barnes is like a tamed puppy when he’s around her. I’ve never seen him like that.”

Lance smirked when he rethinks Steve’s actions and your sweet giggles, his Adam's apple babbled.

“But…I might could realize why they’re adore her.”

might have part 2? reblog and comments are appreciated

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