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Hello and welcome to my growing masterlist! I write mainly for Marvel at the moment but who knows what else I’ll end up writing in the future. This is an 18+ only masterlist and all my "reader" stories are "female reader" unless otherwise specified. I appreciate you all respecting my boundaries and not interacting with me if you are a minor. If you have a prompt or drabble request send it over! I won’t guarantee it’ll be written but I’ll do my best. Enjoy!
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Writing Challenge Master
Steve Rogers:
Concentrated Sunlight (Florist Steve x Reader AU)
In Bloom (Florist Steve x Reader AU) 18+ ONLY
Just Say It And I’m Yours (Series)
Bad Day (Steve x Reader)
Morning Sick (Steve Rogers x Reader)
I Just Want to Look At You (Steve Rogers x Reader) 18+ ONLY
Into the Frey (Steve Rogers x reader)
Greatest Love Story (100 word drabble)
Sam Wilson:
Walk Me Home (Sam Wilson x Reader AU)
Take Me Home
Falcons (Sam Wilson x Reader AU)
I licked it, it's mine (18+ ONLY)
Let Me Come Home (Sam Wilson x Reader)
The Perfect Dress (Sam Wilson x Reader)
The Talk (18+ only)
What's that tune (Drabble)
Bucky Barnes:
Ukulele (Bucky Barnes x Reader AU)
Team-Building (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Reader) 18+ ONLY
Beautiful Music (Bucky Barnes x Reader AU) 18+ ONLY
Friend Date
Heaven’s Not Too Far
Don’t Over Do It
Knocked Out (Bucky x Reader)
Full of Sleep (Bucky x Reader)
Like You Have a Choice (Bucky x Reader) 18+ ONLY
I Can Treat You Better (Stalker!Bucky x Reader)
Rejected (Bucky x Reader) 18+ ONLY
My Omega (Dark!Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader) Dark 18+ONLY
All Dressed Up (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 18+ ONLY
First Time (Librarian!Bucky x Reader) 18+ ONLY
Stuffed Full (Baker!Bucky x Reader) 18+only
Gentle Massage (Bucky x Reader)
Daddy Shark
Andy Barber:
Hidden Talent (Andy Barber x Reader)
When Can You Start (Andy Barber x Reader) 18+ ONLY
Ten Minute Recess (Andy Barber x Reader) 18+ ONLY
Banana Pancakes
Andy Barber Headcanon 18+ ONLY
Misc Characters:
I Am The Law (Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader) 18+ ONLY
I’ve Got My Eyes On You (Dark! Jake Jensen x Reader) 18+ ONLY
Word count: 471 + 100 word drabbles for each square
A/N: Thank you to the lovely @whisperlullaby for beta reading for me.
Dedicated to my darling friend @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
“Oh my God,” you whisper to yourself as you look over the bingo card that Natasha had messaged you. One blank copy and a second that she had filled out. Nearly every space on hers was blacked out and, as you read over each block, you realize how inexperienced you really are.
“What’s that, darling?”
The voice from behind you makes you jump, “Jesus, Loki! Don’t you know how to knock?”
The god chuckles, “Well, your door was cracked open. I assumed you were hoping that company would wander in.”
You had struck up a friendship with the god over a shared love of books and often spent evenings together. Loki was a flirt who loved double entendres but under his bravado was a kind heart. You enjoy spending time with him.
“Oh, sorry. What are you up to?” you ask sheepishly.
“Reading over your shoulder. Horizontal Bingo, huh? Did you win?” Loki smirks.
“Hardly.”
“That’s disappointing. How many did you get?” Loki’s breath curls over the skin of your neck as he leans over your chair to look at your phone.
“You first,” you hand him your phone.
“Usually it’s ladies first but I suppose I can make an exception,” he takes your phone and begins making marks.
Your stomach knots as you see him making multiple checkmarks. When he hands the phone back, your eyes widen, “Wow, that’s nearly a blackout.”
“Your turn,” Loki winks at you.
You feel heat suffuse your face and laugh nervously, “No, that’s okay.”
“It’s only fair, darling,” Loki raises an eyebrow.
“Fuck,” you say as you change the color to mark the card. Two ticks later, you’re handing the phone to him without making eye contact.
“Oh,” Loki says. “Well, you’ve done one thing I haven’t.”
“Yeah,” you snatch the phone back. “I never realized how vanilla and boring I am.”
“You’re not boring, darling.”
“Right,” you reply feeling embarrassed. You cross your arms, trying to shrink yourself.
“You’re not boring,” Loki whispers in your ear, making you shiver. His nose traces a line up your neck. “You’re just inexperienced with some of the nuances. I could help you with that.”
“What?” Your voice sounds far away to you. Your head is spinning with the way he’s touching you.
“We can come to a mutually beneficial agreement. I’d love to introduce you to the more intricate side of things.”
“You… you’d want to do that? With me?” You squirm as Loki tilts your head for better access to your neck.
“I’ve wanted you for a long time, darling,” Loki assures.
“But we’re just friends.”
“And now we’ll be friends with benefits.” Loki straightens and moves to stand in front of you. Holding out a hand, he says, “Let’s play Horizontal Bingo, pet.”
You stare up at him wide-eyed before taking his hand, “Okay.”
In a Room full of Candles
In the Kitchen
Beside the Fireplace
69
Food/Ice Play
Blindfolded
Choked
Restrained
In a Car
On a Plane
Hotel
In a Hot Tub
On the Beach
Public Sex
On a Boat
Under the Stars
On a Staircase
In the Rain
In a Pool
Edging
Anal
Double Penetration
Pegging
Squirted
In a Bed
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Warnings: Stalking, mentions of sexual situations, explicit language, allusions to dubcon
Summary: Bucky sees you at a coffee shop and needs to show you he can treat you better than your boyfriend.
A/N: This is based on a prompt sent in by the LOVELY @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog they wanted stalker Bucky in a coffee shop. Thank you to @river-soul and @syntheticavenger for running through this for me. Pure angels the both of you! This is a darker fic for me so please proceed with caution, no minors, and enjoy!
Hi! I started a Sam Wilson library account. To make the library I need your help. SO
Your favourite Sam Fics (written by YOU. SELF PROMOTION Woooo╰(*°▽°*)╯)
and 2-5 fic recs for other writers (❁´◡`❁)
This is an AMAZING idea!!! You're so sweet ❤️ so honestly my favorite Sam fic I've written is Falcons. I love the AU I built and the back story. I also love Walk Me Home.
Sam writer recs:
@sweetkingdomstarlight-blog is amazing. Their Sam content is amazing and SamBucky to boot!
@musingsinmoonlight needs to be there too. They are phenomenally talented and I adore them!
@supremethunda is an amazing writer and has some great Sam Wilson content!
Warnings: SMUT 18+ only (fingering, unprotected sex), fluff.
Words: 1094
Summary: It's the one year anniversary with the local florist Steve Rogers. He goes above and beyond to make sure he shows you how much he loves you.
A/N: Well, I've been writing on this site for about a year. This is a follow up to my first ever fic Concentrated Sunlight and a huge thanks to @syntheticavenger for giving me a reason to start my writing journey. This fic is dedicated to them because without their follower celebration and encouragement I would have never started posting my writing. A special thanks to @river-soul and @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for beta reading this and hyping me up to post. The STUNNING moodboard is thanks to @dreamlessinparis and I am obsessed with it. As always minors DNI, if you don't have an age in bio I will block you. Enjoy!
You couldn’t believe you were running late to meet your boyfriend, Steve Rogers. You knew he was closing the shop early so you guys could celebrate your one year anniversary. You insisted it wasn’t necessary, but he was persistent. Since he confessed his feelings to you that day in his flower shop, it had been a whirlwind romance. You always had weekly flowers, all the dinner dates you wanted, and quiet moments in the morning when the sun was just peeking through the blinds gently waking you both up.
As you put your key in the door you smiled, remembering a particular morning when you thought you woke up alone, only for Steve to walk in with a tray and the news you both were taking the day off and spending it in bed. A twist of the knob and you were rushing into your apartment to get ready when you stopped dead in your tracks. Every surface was covered in orange and yellow flowers, and in the middle of it all was Steve. He was smiling as you took in the scene and slowly moved to where he was standing, holding another bouquet.
“Right on time, my flower. Dinner just finished cooking and I ordered dessert from the Maximoff bakery.” Steve handed you the bouquet and kissed your forehead.
“Steve, I thought we were going out to dinner. You said I needed to be home by 7:00 if there was any chance to make the reservation.” You took the bouquet still in awe.
“Did I say that? Hm, well it could be that I needed you home by 7:00 to surprise you. How’d I do?” Steve asked a bit cocky.
You gave him the biggest smile you could manage, tears pricking your eyes. “It’s perfect, I love orange flowers.”
As Steve led you to the table where the dinner was already plated, you breathed in the mouth watering scent of tomato and basil and practically moaned. He watched you, smiling as you took a bite of the pasta.
“You know, when you first asked me for orange flowers I thought it was fitting,” Steve stated as he started to eat.
You looked at him quizzically, “Why do you say that?”
“Well you see, when I first saw you it was like you were radiating sunshine. All I wanted to do was be close to you, you practically glowed. Orange flowers seemed to be the obvious choice, they reminded me of the sun.”
You let out a little chuckle and shook your head before looking down. When you glanced back up, Steve’s eyes were on you and they were full of sincerity. You gave him a smile and leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips.
“When I first came into the flower shop I was honestly shocked to see someone so, well, massive handling such delicate things,” You took another bite of your food before continuing, “Who knew how deft those fingers could actually be.”
Steve let out a laugh and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Well you would have a bit of first hand experience with that now, don’t you?”
You almost choked on your food at the bold innuendo. Once you composed yourself, thighs clenched together, you leaned close to Steve and gave him a smirk.
“Maybe you could give me a bit of a reminder? Show me how expertly you can use those fingers of yours.”
In a flash, Steve was on you pulling you out of your seat and walking you over to the counter. He wasted no time pressing you against the cool granite, and pushing up the skirt of your dress. He ran his fingers over your clothed core, causing you to gasp.
“Already so wet for me sunshine. Gonna be such a good girl for me when I give you my cock, but first, let's get you nice and ready. Need to make sure that tight cunt can take me, right?”
Before you could answer, Steve slipped two fingers into your pussy and curled them to hit that spongy spot that made you see stars. You angled your hips on the counter to allow his fingers to reach deeper inside of you. He circled his thumb on your clit and you felt your stomach start to tighten, his fingers fucking into you quickly.
“Fuck, Steve don’t stop! I’m gonna cum.” You writhed as his fingers continued to take you apart.
“I can feel, sweet girl, really squeezing my fingers ready to cum. Let go love, I got you.”
You let out a wanton moan as the coil in your stomach snapped and you came. Steve’s fingers were unrelenting as he helped you through your high. He pulled them out of you and sucked each one clean with a moan.
“Absolutely divine.”
With that, he led you into the bedroom where his hands softly grasped your waist. He placed you in the center of the bed, which was littered with rose petals, and pulled your dress off. He quickly removed his clothes and climbed over you. He slowly removed your panties with care before unclasping your bra and sitting back looking at you with complete adoration. You smiled up at him, reaching your arms out to pull him close.
“I want to feel you inside me. I’m yours, Steve.”
Steve leaned in to kiss you deeply, every ounce of affection poured into that kiss as he lined himself up with your entrance to slowly sink in. You gripped his shoulders tight, nails dug into the muscular flesh, as he bottomed out. He stilled for a moment groaning as you got used to his size. When you raised your hips to gain some release, he started thrusting into you without abandon.
“God, sweetheart, you feel so fucking good. Made for me, my flower, taking my cock so well.”
You moan as he thrusts harder, feeling your orgasm build again.
“Made for you, only you. Fill me up Steve, I wanna feel you dripping out of me.”
Steve let out a low growl as he quickened his pace and you clenched tight around him, cumming with a cry. His hips began to falter as he pushed deep inside you, spilling into your warm wet walls. He kissed you deeply, chest heaving as he maneuvered you on top of him.
“I love you my sunshine, happy anniversary.” He kissed the top of your head and pulled a blanket over you.
“I love you too, sweetheart. This has been the best year of my life.”
Warnings: SMUT 18+ only (fingering, unprotected sex), fluff.
Words: 1094
Summary: It's the one year anniversary with the local florist Steve Rogers. He goes above and beyond to make sure he shows you how much he loves you.
A/N: Well, I've been writing on this site for about a year. This is a follow up to my first ever fic Concentrated Sunlight and a huge thanks to @syntheticavenger for giving me a reason to start my writing journey. This fic is dedicated to them because without their follower celebration and encouragement I would have never started posting my writing. A special thanks to @river-soul and @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for beta reading this and hyping me up to post. The STUNNING moodboard is thanks to @dreamlessinparis and I am obsessed with it. As always minors DNI, if you don't have an age in bio I will block you. Enjoy!
You couldn’t believe you were running late to meet your boyfriend, Steve Rogers. You knew he was closing the shop early so you guys could celebrate your one year anniversary. You insisted it wasn’t necessary, but he was persistent. Since he confessed his feelings to you that day in his flower shop, it had been a whirlwind romance. You always had weekly flowers, all the dinner dates you wanted, and quiet moments in the morning when the sun was just peeking through the blinds gently waking you both up.
As you put your key in the door you smiled, remembering a particular morning when you thought you woke up alone, only for Steve to walk in with a tray and the news you both were taking the day off and spending it in bed. A twist of the knob and you were rushing into your apartment to get ready when you stopped dead in your tracks. Every surface was covered in orange and yellow flowers, and in the middle of it all was Steve. He was smiling as you took in the scene and slowly moved to where he was standing, holding another bouquet.
“Right on time, my flower. Dinner just finished cooking and I ordered dessert from the Maximoff bakery.” Steve handed you the bouquet and kissed your forehead.
“Steve, I thought we were going out to dinner. You said I needed to be home by 7:00 if there was any chance to make the reservation.” You took the bouquet still in awe.
“Did I say that? Hm, well it could be that I needed you home by 7:00 to surprise you. How’d I do?” Steve asked a bit cocky.
You gave him the biggest smile you could manage, tears pricking your eyes. “It’s perfect, I love orange flowers.”
As Steve led you to the table where the dinner was already plated, you breathed in the mouth watering scent of tomato and basil and practically moaned. He watched you, smiling as you took a bite of the pasta.
“You know, when you first asked me for orange flowers I thought it was fitting,” Steve stated as he started to eat.
You looked at him quizzically, “Why do you say that?”
“Well you see, when I first saw you it was like you were radiating sunshine. All I wanted to do was be close to you, you practically glowed. Orange flowers seemed to be the obvious choice, they reminded me of the sun.”
You let out a little chuckle and shook your head before looking down. When you glanced back up, Steve’s eyes were on you and they were full of sincerity. You gave him a smile and leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips.
“When I first came into the flower shop I was honestly shocked to see someone so, well, massive handling such delicate things,” You took another bite of your food before continuing, “Who knew how deft those fingers could actually be.”
Steve let out a laugh and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Well you would have a bit of first hand experience with that now, don’t you?”
You almost choked on your food at the bold innuendo. Once you composed yourself, thighs clenched together, you leaned close to Steve and gave him a smirk.
“Maybe you could give me a bit of a reminder? Show me how expertly you can use those fingers of yours.”
In a flash, Steve was on you pulling you out of your seat and walking you over to the counter. He wasted no time pressing you against the cool granite, and pushing up the skirt of your dress. He ran his fingers over your clothed core, causing you to gasp.
“Already so wet for me sunshine. Gonna be such a good girl for me when I give you my cock, but first, let's get you nice and ready. Need to make sure that tight cunt can take me, right?”
Before you could answer, Steve slipped two fingers into your pussy and curled them to hit that spongy spot that made you see stars. You angled your hips on the counter to allow his fingers to reach deeper inside of you. He circled his thumb on your clit and you felt your stomach start to tighten, his fingers fucking into you quickly.
“Fuck, Steve don’t stop! I’m gonna cum.” You writhed as his fingers continued to take you apart.
“I can feel, sweet girl, really squeezing my fingers ready to cum. Let go love, I got you.”
You let out a wanton moan as the coil in your stomach snapped and you came. Steve’s fingers were unrelenting as he helped you through your high. He pulled them out of you and sucked each one clean with a moan.
“Absolutely divine.”
With that, he led you into the bedroom where his hands softly grasped your waist. He placed you in the center of the bed, which was littered with rose petals, and pulled your dress off. He quickly removed his clothes and climbed over you. He slowly removed your panties with care before unclasping your bra and sitting back looking at you with complete adoration. You smiled up at him, reaching your arms out to pull him close.
“I want to feel you inside me. I’m yours, Steve.”
Steve leaned in to kiss you deeply, every ounce of affection poured into that kiss as he lined himself up with your entrance to slowly sink in. You gripped his shoulders tight, nails dug into the muscular flesh, as he bottomed out. He stilled for a moment groaning as you got used to his size. When you raised your hips to gain some release, he started thrusting into you without abandon.
“God, sweetheart, you feel so fucking good. Made for me, my flower, taking my cock so well.”
You moan as he thrusts harder, feeling your orgasm build again.
“Made for you, only you. Fill me up Steve, I wanna feel you dripping out of me.”
Steve let out a low growl as he quickened his pace and you clenched tight around him, cumming with a cry. His hips began to falter as he pushed deep inside you, spilling into your warm wet walls. He kissed you deeply, chest heaving as he maneuvered you on top of him.
“I love you my sunshine, happy anniversary.” He kissed the top of your head and pulled a blanket over you.
“I love you too, sweetheart. This has been the best year of my life.”
Warnings: Fluff, some angst (?) maybe a curse or two
Word Count: 1362
Summary: Steve Rogers owns a flower shop and is smitten with a regular customer. What happens when he finds out she has a boyfriend?
A/N: This was done for @syntheticavenger‘s challenge! It was a lyric prompt “ If I told you that I loved you, tell me what would you say?” (The Neighbourhood ‘The Beach’) And I made up a little flower shop AU to go along with it! I want to thank @syntheticavenger for reading my story and @river-soul for hyping me up to post this! This is my first EVER fanfic for any fandom and the first time I am publishing my work anywhere. If I forgot any warnings let me know!
i love when you write your female reader all feminism and shit but in the end they are just bitches in heat. it must be because they are black monkeys and they would do anything for a white cock
On MLK Day? 👀
I have a dream that my foot be planted firmly in your ass for this corny racist ask.
Oh absolutely the fuck not. Real fucking bold behind anon with this racist bullshit. Go outside, touch some grass, and fuck all the way off with your audacity.
Warnings: Fluff, some angst (?) maybe a curse or two
Word Count: 1362
Summary: Steve Rogers owns a flower shop and is smitten with a regular customer. What happens when he finds out she has a boyfriend?
A/N: This was done for @syntheticavenger‘s challenge! It was a lyric prompt “ If I told you that I loved you, tell me what would you say?” (The Neighbourhood ‘The Beach’) And I made up a little flower shop AU to go along with it! I want to thank @syntheticavenger for reading my story and @river-soul for hyping me up to post this! This is my first EVER fanfic for any fandom and the first time I am publishing my work anywhere. If I forgot any warnings let me know!
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader, Jake Jensen x F!Reader
Summary: Your boyfriend Ransom's jealousy of lumberjacks triggers a impromptu vacation to a ski resort. Everything goes well until Ransom's cockiness ends up with them stranded on the side of the road. Not to worry, Jake to the rescue.
Word Count: 5247
Warning: 18+, smut, praise, slight dirty talk, facesitting, threesome, choking, tied up by Christmas lights, Ransom being a douche, double penetration, creampie, cuckholding.
A/N: This is my submission for the Happy Hoeliday Challenge hosted by @navybrat817 @drabblewithfrannybarnes & @stargazingfangirl18 . Sorry that this is slightly late and I hope you ladies enjoy it. Beta'd by @whisperlullaby, thank you lovely❤ but all my mistakes are still my own. I've never written Jake before so everyone be nice to me hehe 🤣
if you’re a minor, please DNI!
Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)
You sat on the plush chair with your legs dangling off the arm, reading the newest trashy novel you’d picked up. You bit your lip as the lumberjack bent the main character over the porch railing, and dropped to his knees to eat her out from behind. The image was tantalizing and you wished you had a rugged lumberjack of your own to act out your fantasies with. Ransom was a great boyfriend and you loved him but he was never much into the roleplay side of things.
A quiet groan fell from your lips as you continued reading when suddenly your book was pulled from your grip. You let out a sound of protest, reaching out after the novel. Ransom loomed over you, book in hand, reading over the page.
He clicked his tongue in distaste, “I’m offended, Kitten. Came over here to find out what has you squirming in your seat like a dog in heat and I find out it’s over some lame lumberjack,” He scolded, “Is this what you want, baby? Am I not doing it for you anymore?”
His voice was teasing but his face was cold, eyes filled with jealousy. He was clearly bothered by this situation and you wanted to quip about all the women he ogled in front of you on a near regular basis. Frankly, you didn’t care if he did, he never did anything about it and sometimes you enjoyed joining in on the ogling but it was the only leverage you had at the moment.
You scoffed sitting up to try and grab the book, but Ransom held it out of your reach. You shifted onto your knees, and grabbed his sweater, pulling him down to your level.
“Ran, it’s called having fantasies. No different from the Sports Illustrated magazines in your desk drawers,” you whispered, lips hovering over his. He leaned in closer, and while he was distracted, you grabbed your book and you plopped back down. “Now lemme read about my book boyfriend.”
Ransom growled and dropped down on his knees in front of the chair. He grabbed your legs, spreading them, and pushed your sleep shorts aside as he smirked, “If that’s the case then let’s see which one of us makes you cum faster.”
And then he dove in, devouring you like his favorite meal.
“Ransom, will you please tell me where we’re going? You basically told me to pack warm, blindfolded me the whole way to the airport, got me on a private jet, and now we’re driving up a mountain to god knows where,” you complained, crossing your arms. The hand resting on your knee squeezed comfortingly.
“Calm down, Kitten. I’m just trying to make all your wilderness fantasies come true,” He said reassuringly as he turned up a long drive leading to a gorgeous resort.
“Wilderness fantasies? Ransom I’m not looking to fuck in the snow or anything. You could have just grown out your beard again, put on that outrageously expensive flannel shirt you own and my fantasies would have been fulfilled,” You protested. He pulled up under the awning and got out, rushing around to open your door. He held your hand tight, helping you step on the snow packed ground.
“There’s more to being a lumberjack than just that stuff, my pretty bunny. It takes a real man.” He explained, kissing your cheek and guiding you into the lobby. Leaving the bellhops to unload the car.
The view from the room was spectacular and you stood in front of the window bundled up with a warm blanket around your naked frame, watching the snow fall slowly. It was a magical sight to see. The white blanket coating everything was glimmering in the early morning sunlight, so powdery that it looked like soft cotton.
There was a slight ache between your legs from the times Ransom woke you up and ravaged you during the night. Strong arms wrapped around your waist, Ransom’s head coming to rest on your shoulder. You snuggled back into him, intertwining your fingers with his.
“See I know what you like, baby.” Ransom’s husky voice in your ear made you feel all tingly again. He truly underestimated the effect he had on you sometimes. You hummed contently.
“I never said you didn’t, handsome. That’s all in your own head.” You turned your head and kissed him, “How long are we here for? I saw some great spa services I want to try out.”
“A couple of weeks. But no spa stuff, Kitten. We have lots of outdoorsy stuff planned.”
“We do?”
“Yes Kitten, we do.”
Ransom gave you another kiss and pulled away, making you whine from the loss of his extra heat. “Come on, we gotta get dressed. We have a tour of a lumber yard. Gonna split some wood with an ax and stuff,” he said, flippantly.
You stood for a moment watching his naked self as he walked into the bedroom. Those deep dimples, the taut muscles of his back, covered in your scratches, his perfect, take a bite out of me, ass. Everything about him was perfect and all the teasing and lumberjack fantasies could never compare to him. You just hoped he truly knew that.
Your body was so sore from the day of skiing that Ransom thought was a good idea. He seemed to forget that despite him being a good skier, you had never done it before. Ending up with you going down a Black Diamond trail, fearing for your life the entire way down.
Needless to say, you made Ransom promise that all other activities would be on solid ground. He agreed, wanting you to remain happy. One day, about halfway through the vacation, Ransom let you sleep in, massaging your aching bones and lulling you to sleep every time you woke up.
Mid afternoon Ransom finally let you get up, after ordering some great room service, he told you to dress warmly. Something about maple trees and syrup. You tugged on a pair of warm leggings, a warm button-down flannel, and the warmest boots you had brought. Ransom wore his cream colored sweater and a pair of pants. Tucking you into his side, the two of you left the hotel room and headed downstairs.
Everything was always so beautiful and crystalline outside, you never knew where to look. The air was crisp but not too cold. You couldn’t believe Ransom had brought you somewhere so pretty. It wasn’t a rare ordeal but sometimes you had to stop to appreciate all the things Ransom actually did for you. Whenever he wasn’t being an ass.
“I don’t care what you think. I would like my car now!” Ransom said. He was seething and the poor valet was watching with fearful eyes. You quickly went over, wrapping yourself around Ransom’s arm, smiling at the man.
“Ran, everything okay?”
“Yes,” he responded through gritted teeth, “Thomas here was just going to get the car, isn’t that right?”
Thomas nodded rapidly, before rushing into the booth to get the key.
“We’re taking the beemer?”
“Yes, what else would we take?”
“I don’t know. I just thought the resort would provide transportation again.”
“I wouldn’t trust them with this one, Kitten. I’d rather drive myself.”
You nodded, snuggling into his warmth. You didn’t necessarily agree. The beemer was not exactly equipped for this weather but you didn’t want to start an argument this early in the day.
You were pissed. More than pissed, you were furious. You told Ransom to just follow the road that was outlined on the map, yet he had to be all manly and say his male instincts were telling him to go this way. It would be quick, a shortcut. Fucking idiot.
Now here you were, lost on the side of the road with a popped tire. The temperature was cold and steadily dropping. The snow had begun rapidly picking up, and it was getting darker by the minute. Ransom was cursing outside, as he attempted to change the tire.
Turned out he didn’t know how to change a tire. That’s when you snapped, yelling about how you two should have never taken the beemer and why did he think it was a good idea to take the fucking shortcut. So now he was outside freezing, pretending he was figuring out how to fix things. You could hear him clanging the tire iron against the rim of the wheel, maybe he was actually unscrewing something but you weren’t too hopeful.
You shivered, bundling your coat closer to your body. The cold had never been your friend and now sitting in it for a prolonged period of time you knew that you absolutely hated it. You could see your breath as you let out an angry huff, crossing your arms.
Nearly an hour later, Ransom threw himself back in the car, completely shivering. You almost felt bad for him but anger still nipped at the edge of your mind.
“I’m sorry, Kitten. I wasn’t trying to mess up like this.” Ransom admitted, blowing into his trembling hands.
“This is not what I meant when I said we should plan a romantic holiday outing, Ransom! Heck maybe next time you should include me in things, instead of trying to surprise me like this,” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in exasperation. He nodded agreeing with you.
“I know. I fucked up. But I’m going to make it up to you when we get back to the resort. I promise we’ll get those massages you wanted. Spend the rest of our time in the room. I’ll stop trying to prove I’m more than I am.”
You felt bad at his last words, knowing how hard he had been trying. Not that he really had anything to prove but it was always a thing with him to prove he was more than what he was. He was never enough for himself. You reached out and squeezed his knee, giving him a small smile. You loved him, flaws and all and you weren’t going to let him think otherwise.
“Fine. You owe me, Ran. Now get us out of here, please.” you pleaded. He pulled out his phone to make a call, holding it up in the air as if he was looking for a signal, “Oh no Ransom, don’t tell me we have no signal.”
He made a disgruntled sound and you slumped back into your seat with a groan. You couldn’t believe this. What a nightmare.
You were about to start yelling when you saw a pair of headlights in the distance.
Ransom managed to flag down the vehicle and out stepped out a large, built man with a huge megawatt smile. Despite his size, he was so sweet and extremely funny. Much to Ransom’s dismay.
“How did you two end up out here?” He asked after he introduced himself. Jake Jensen. Lucky for both of you, he lived just off the road you were currently stranded on.
“My boyfriend here thought it was a good idea to take a shortcut down this road to get to the maple tree farm.” You explained, patting Ransom’s shoulder kind of roughly.
“Oof man, bad idea,” Jake huffed, leaning down to examine the car tires, “This road is always terrible with snow build up. This puny car would have never made it up this road on the best of days. Where did you even get this thing?”
Ransom bristled next to you, as he did anytime someone insulted his pride and joy vehicle. You giggled, hiding your face behind gloved hands.
“It’s an antique,” Ransom huffed, “It’s been good on all kinds of other roads, I didn’t see why it wouldn’t be good here.”
Jake gave him a look, shaking his head but seemed to keep his thoughts to himself.
“Well, it’s going to have to stay here for the night. I don’t think I can do anything to fix it in the dark. We can come back in the morning, once the snow settles down.”
You heard Ransom mumbling something rude, so you whacked him in the stomach and thanked Jake before shoving Ransom towards the SUV.
Jake Jensen was a godsend. His large SUV was the perfect thing to get you both off the snowbank you had been sinking into. Ransom was still reluctant about it but after you whispered in his ear that you wouldn’t fuck him if for a whole week if he didn’t shut up, he calmed down. Or at least managed to keep his thoughts to himself.
You couldn’t stop staring at Jake. He looked like he had walked right out a lumberjack fantasy, all muscles, and brawn. His flannel barely masked any of his strength. You sat in the back, eyes on him the whole time. Imagining all the things he could do to you, given the chance. You would never cheat on Ransom but a girl could fantasize, right?
The inside of his cabin was so warm and you couldn’t help but rush straight to the fireplace to thaw out. It was such a homey place; spacious and minimally decorated. The plush couches made you want to sink into them with a blanket and not leave until the snow was all gone.
Ransom joined you in front of the fire, wrapping himself around you. Despite your annoyance, you let him, needing the extra warmth.
“I don’t think the snow’s going to let up anytime soon. You two might have to stay the night,” You heard Jake say. Leaning around Ransom you saw Jake’s wide frame standing in front of the window, rubbing his hair as he surveyed the storm outside.
“Sorry baby,” Ransom whispered in your ear, before turning to Jake, “That’s fine. Thanks, man.”
You shrugged off Ransom’s grip and walked over to the big couch, dragging the blanket off the back and burying yourself in it. Ransom sighed when he turned to see you glaring at him.
“Of course,” Jake said, clearly unaware of the tension between you and Ransom, “Is there anything I can get you both?”
“Alcohol,” both you and Ransom practically shouted at the same time.
A couple of hours and a bottle of tequila later, the three of you were tipsy, lounging on the couches. Jake’s face was bright red, the alcohol making him flush and more talkative than he was before. More towards Ransom than you but still it was entertaining.
Come to find out that the two men were in the same fraternity. Jake delving into all the shitty things Ransom had done; Ransom spilling about all the women Jake struck out against. Your head rested back on the couch, taking another shot of tequila. The liquid burned going down your throat, warming your body up even further. The blanket was long tossed on the ground.
With your legs tucked beneath you, you pushed up on your knees and turned to Jake. He was seated on your other side, closer than he probably should have been but the haze of the alcohol made that fact less important. His thigh was pressed against your knees, his woodsy masculine scent permeating your nostrils making you want to lean in closer.
“So what made you move out here?” You asked, slapping your hands down on his thigh. Your eyes shot down to your hands, reveling in how hard the muscles were, squeezing them for good measure. Jake let out a soft groan from your touch and you felt powerful for affecting such a large man with your hands.
Collecting himself, he glanced over at you, then at a spot over your head before answering, “I work for a lumber company nearby but I enjoy my privacy and hunting so I chose to live this far out.”
He returned your gaze for a moment before lifting off the couch to go stand by the fire, stroking the flames. Ransom chuckled and you looked over your shoulder at him, “What’s so funny Ran?”
“Looks like you’re losing your touch, Kitten. Chasing men away so easily.”
“I wasn’t chasing anyone Ransom, I was asking a question, is all.” you defended. You shifted to face him and saw that his teasing has a dark edge to it. He was jealous and the fact that his old dorky frat brother had become this hunk of a lumberjack type was the icing on the cake for him. Something told you that he was feeling rather inadequate about now. Which was ridiculous but Ransom’s insecurities stemmed from places so deep, you were still working to find the roots of them.
“I mean you wanted to be with someone manly, well now's your chance,” Ransom smirked and stood up, grabbing your hand and pulling you up with him.
You were sure that you were hearing things. There was no way your possessive 'don't even fantasize about other men’ boyfriend had just offered for you to fuck the kind, handsome lumberjack. No fucking way. Yet he was walking you over to where Jake stood, also looking a bit shell shocked.
“Come on kitten. Let's repay my good friend Jake for his help,” Ransom chided, “Lord knows I owe him for all the classes he helped me pass in college!”
“Uh what?" you asked. You turned to Ransom, your eyes wide and silently questioning him. You were stunned, sure, yet extremely turned on. The alcohol was definitely to blame or so you kept telling yourself. There was no way to deny the muscles on the handsome, sweet man, your white knight if you will, were insanely attractive. The way he was staring at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He had been incredibly kind to you since he rescued the two of you from the side of the road. Seemed sort of nervous.
“You heard me. You wanted a lumberjack. We’ve stumbled across one. Go ahead, let’s see if he can fuck you better than I can," Ransom said smugly.
“Ransom.” you hissed. Your boyfriend had to be smoking something. Or he drank more when you weren’t looking. Jake reached out, and touched your arm lightly, trying to ease you. You jumped from the sudden contact but then relaxed into his warm touch.
The surface area his hand covered was so vast you were in awe at how large his hand was. How large he was in general. You fought to keep your jaw from dropping as you truly took in his frame. Your eyes trailed up his body, noticing his bulging muscles. Sculpted like he was hand carved to perfection. Your mouth watered at the thought of him wrapping a bicep around your throat. You knew your ogling was probably making Ransom even more smug and annoyed.
"Hi," Jake said, his deep voice hesitant.
"Hi Jake," you smiled up at him.
Ransom snorted, clearly impatient.
You heard him leave the room but you couldn't tear your eyes from Jake's clear blue eyes.
Despite his large frame, he had a very kind demeanor. Your hand came to rest on his wide chest, the coiled muscles bouncing beneath your fingers. Jake watched your hand with such awe, his breath catching as you came to cup his face.
He leaned into your touch and his eyes slid shut for a moment as your thumb caressed his cheek.
His hands slid down and slowly began to unbutton the flannel shirt you were wearing. His eyes checking your face with each button he undid. Not seeing anything alarming he continued until he reached the bottom, pushing it off your shoulders. Next were your leggings and soon you were completely naked in front of him.
“Aw aren’t you two cute?” Ransom cooed in a taunting tone. He was always a prick when he drank and even more so when he was jealous. You didn’t even know why he was doing this but hell if you were going to turn any of it down. It was his fault for offering the free pass. He came to stand next to Jake and placed a hand on his shoulder, glancing at him.
Ransom held up his hand and you finally saw what he was holding. A long string of Christmas lights. You raised an eyebrow but Ransom wasn’t looking at you.
“She’s a bit kinky, Jensen. Definitely out of your league but I think if you tie her up with these lights, she’ll be easier for you to handle.”
“Easier to handle?” You asked at the same time, Jake asked, “Are you sure?”
“Come on, kitten, you know you’re quite a handful. Plus you’ve always liked being restrained,” Ransom teased. You give him a sharp look but he’s already stepping towards you, one end of the lights in his hand, “Hold her hands behind her back, would you?” He directed the statement towards Jake, who glanced at you.
It was sweet that he was checking in with you. A small smile gave him the permission he craved and he gathered your wrists, holding them together with one hand. The fact that he could do that was doing wonders to your body. You squeezed your thighs together, avoiding both men’s gazes, not wanting to give yourself away.
Ransom’s hands worked to wrap strings of lights around your wrists, and then your waist securing your hands to your lower back before leaning in close, “You can tell me to stop whenever you want, baby. You know I will.” He whispered, his warm breath caressing the shell of your ear. You gave a small nod, still keeping your gaze forward. He finished, before bringing part of the lights up between your breasts to wrap around your throat. Not tight enough to hurt you, but enough to drive you nuts. Holding the other end like a leash, he yanked you close and kissed you hard.
Leaving you breathless, he turned to Jake, “No kissing. Everything else is fair game.”
“Don’t worry man, those aren’t the lips I’m after,” Jake smirked and you had to giggle at his sudden brazenness. As soon as he said it, his cheeks reddened and you knew he wasn’t used to getting positive reactions to his words.
Ransom rolled his eyes and handed your leash to Jake. He traced the remaining long string to the end and plugged in the lights in the plug by the fireplace, causing you to light up like a Christmas tree. Ransom looked you over like you were a magnificent prize before plopping back down on the couch to watch. Jake pulled you closer, and it was hard to not kiss him. Those plush lips were so inviting, despite the awful facial hair. On him though, it somehow worked with the blonde tips. The whole look he had was working for you and you yearned to pull that tight white shirt off of him so you could run your hands over the bare muscles.
He wrapped the string around his wrist. Jake licked his lips as he looked you over and you felt your body heating up. His gaze was so intense, that you could feel arousal pooling between your legs. Dropping the lights momentarily he tore his shirt off, making quick haste of his pants.
You were sure you gasped when he took off his boxers and his cock slapped up against his abs. Ransom was large and long and delicious, but somehow Jake was bigger, maybe the same in length but definitely wider. Your fingers twitched with the need to touch him. Your eyes went back up to Jake’s face and he looked bashful under your scrutiny.
“Jake, come here please,” You said and he complied. You ducked down, kissing over the smooth muscles of his chest, licking and nipping your way down his abs. Starting to drop down on your knees, you were quickly stopped by a tug on your leash.
“Ah, ah, no pretty girl, I want to taste you first.” Jake disagreed. You grumbled unhappily, disappointed that you didn’t get to taste him. That disappointment quickly evaporated, as Jake got down on his knees. He was such a pretty sight on his knees, looking up at you like you were a messiah.
He lounged back on the large cushions by the fire, pulling on the lights to bring you closer. His hands glided up your legs, pulling you down. He wanted you to sit on this face, so carefully you straddled his head. Before you were fully seated, his palms wrapped around your thighs and yanked you close, his tongue diving into your cunt.
Your head fell back, a loud moan escaping your parted lips. His hold on you was so tight, you could barely roll your hips and with the way he was feasting on you, there wasn’t much need to. Heck, you could barely think straight right now. Your head lolled to the side and your eyes locked on Ransom’s. His eyes were dark, and predatory, watching you like the big bad wolf.
Jake’s tongue speared into you, lapping at your juices like he couldn’t let a drop escape, his nose nudging your clit with each motion. And before you even saw it coming, your orgasm hit you, making you spasm above him. He wasn’t done with you though, wrapping his lips around your throbbing clit, prolonging your climax, and launching you swiftly into your second one.
Your hips tried to lift up, trying to escape his talented mouth but he was holding you firmly in place.
“Jake, too much,” you whimpered, your mind fuzzy with the possibility of your third orgasm impending in the close distance.
“Oh Kitten, tapping out already?” Ransom asked, smirking. You shook your head rapidly, even though it was truly becoming too much. Your vision was littered with stars and your body was shaking intensely. With a hard suck on your hard pearl, you unraveled for the third time. Jake quickly licked up your release before loosening his grip on you, allowing you to lift up. Your thighs were trembling so badly, you couldn’t stay up in the air for too long, so you sat back on his chest, trying to catch your breath.
“Mm, you taste so fucking good, sweetheart. I could drown in you all damn day,” Jake mused, licking the rest of your spend from his lips. Praises were always your downfall and you mewled in response.
His hands grabbed your hips, gliding you down his torso, all the bumps and ridges making you jolt as they nudged your clit, until you were resting atop of his hard cock. Your hips rolled, coating his cock with your slick making you both groan. Lifting you up, he lined himself up and sat you slowly down on his shaft. You felt yourself stretching around him, a low pitch keen filling the room. It felt so good having him inside you and you needed more. Needed him to move or let you move.
His hand wrapped around the string of lights, pulling it slightly taut, making you lean forward, “Go ahead angel, ride me.”
You didn’t need much incentive, immediately starting to roll your hips before finding a steady rhythm. Every time you sank down, it almost felt like the breath was being punched out of you but you didn’t care. It felt too fucking good to stop. The string of lights was tugged on again, making you fall forward until you were resting your forehead to his. His pants fanning your face with every stroke of his cock. He was letting you have full control, his bright eyes boring into yours.
“Shit Jake, feels so good. Ugh,” you groaned, picking up pace as the coil began to tighten. Your hips rocking as you took him in and out, the veins dragging along your sensitive walls.
Jake hummed, bucking his hips to match your rhythm. The two of you were so caught up in each other that you didn’t realize that Ransom had moved from his spot. He grabbed your bound wrists, yanking you into a seating position again. His hand beneath your chin, craning your head back so he could claim your mouth. His tongue tasted every inch of you, as Jake fucked up into you.
“What’s wrong Ran? Too hard to watch,” you teased breathlessly. He growled, dropping your head forward and grabbing the back of your neck instead pushing you forward again. He straddled Jake’s legs, using his other hand to unbuckle his pants. You felt the blunt head of his cock run over your puckered hole and you moaned, wanting nothing more than for him to push in. To completely ruin you.
His grip on your neck tightened, causing the light bulbs to dig into your skin but you didn’t care. His hand met your ass with an echoing smack, once, twice, three times before he grabbed a handful of flesh, kneading it roughly.
“I know you were so good this year sweetheart but by the time we’re done with you, you’re definitely going to be put on the naughty list,” Ransom grunted as he passed through the tight ring of your ass. You let out a choked sound, the hold on your neck the only thing keeping you from falling.
Jake stayed still until Ransom was fully seated, and the real destruction began. The two men found the perfect rhythm, one pulling out as the other punched in. You couldn’t do much other than let them use you. The waves of pleasures crashing over your body had you making all kinds of noises, none of them coherent.
Soon they had you careening over the edge and you let out an inhuman scream.
“Fuck baby, gripping me so tight, it’s almost like you want me to stay here forever,” Ransom groaned, “How’s she feel, Jake?”
“I can feel her fluttering around me, man. Milking me dry.” Jake moaned, “Can I come in you, angel?”
“Yes. Fuck, please. Fill me up,” You begged, clenching around them both needily.
“That’s my good girl,” Ransom grunted. His body shuddered as he came, shooting into you with each faltering thrust. Jake wasn’t far behind, filling you up with his hot cum. You felt so full, basking in the feeling. Ransom slowly pulled out of you and groaned at the sight of his cum dribbling out of you, “Such a naughty slut. You like being so full don’t you, Kitten?”
He pushed the cum back in with his fingers, drawing a whimper out of you. All your senses were heightened and everything felt so much more intense.
Jake’s hands tugged at the light, yanking the plug from the wall and undid the collar around your neck, rubbing at the harsh marks the strings and the bulbs had left behind. You smiled sleepily at him and he returned the smile, lighting up his whole face.
Ransom did the same thing to your hands, before lifting you slowly off of Jake. You clenched your thighs, keeping his spend in you, not wanting to drip on the floor. Ransom scooped you up into his arms, and you automatically wrapped your arms around his neck, snuggling into his chest. Bastard still had his sweater on, but damn it was warm and soft.
You heard the two men talking but you were too far gone to make out what they were saying. The next thing you knew, you were nestled between two warm bodies, before lulling off to sleep.
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