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verfound · 2 years

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WIP Tag Asks? Oh dear. 😬

A-hem. @nerdypanda3126 is mean and knows exactly what she’s doing she has seen the Hoard y’all. It’s been a hot minute since I did that Festering Folder WIP Wednesday, and the Hoard has not shrunk at all. There’s a reason I’m the WIP Dragon. 😬

Anyway. 😂 Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!! (I am only doing the MLB ones, since that’s the fandom I’m mostly writing these days and the list will be over 500 long if I include all the fandoms. 😂)

and I...am putting this under a cut bc apparently the list is five pages long... 😬 Also, Quick had a great idea: the tag WIP Wednesday: Festering Folder Edition talks about some of these, if you want to go for something new/I haven’t discussed yet. 🖤

· All Our Broken Pieces

· Alya Césaire is Just Trying to Help

· And by the End of this Fic, We’ll be More than Just Friends

· And You Thought the Bathtub was Good

· Angsty Little Gremlin Baby

· At the End of the Aisle

· Banana Bread

· Before I Say Goodnight

· BlackBoard Blunders

· Boat Life Not Gimmick

· Booty Call

· Bread Brothers

· Breakup Songs

· Burrow Down

· Card Captor Sakura AU

· Community Service

· Coffee Shop Soundtrack

· Coyling

· Crayonarchy

· Dammit AC

· Dead Girls Tell No Tales

· Dead Like Me AU

· Evening Officer

· Family Dessert

· Fu’s Florals

· Fun with Arts and Crafts

· Futuresee

· Give a Mergirl a Starfish

· Guardian Stone

· Haaave You Met Mari

· Here in this Diary

· Hey Let’s Do a Singalong

· Hey Sicky

· His Most Prized Possession

· I Didn’t Expect to See You Here

· I Didn’t Run

· I Guess I Live Here Now

· I Need Nipples

· I Stand Alone

· I Think I’ll Call Her Fang

· If This is a Rom Com

· It Ain’t Made of Kevlar

· Jagged Loves Jagged

· Julie & the Phantoms Untitled Crossover

· Just Your Avg Sat

· Karma Chameleon

· LBSC SA 2022 – Dropout

· Legally Blonde AU

· Let’s Smoosh Faces

· Luka Streaks On

· Making it Work

· MegaMind AU

· Missed Point

· Octothorpe JAG

· Off Me Ship

· Oh You’re Vocal

· One More Time with You

· Opportunity Presents Itself

· Ordered Chaos

· Our FirstFirstFirst Date

· Pandora’s Box

· Pants Aren’t RocknRoll

· Paper Notes

· Park Bench

· Pink Fish Blue Fish

· Please Come to Boston

· Princess Heartmaker

· Reality Jagged

· Remembering You

· See You at Gate 52

· Sexy Guitar Guy p2

· Snapshots of Us

· Some People Say Hi

· Soultember – Welcome to the Gray

· Spinnerette

· Suitcase Pancakes

· That Agreste Guy was HM

· The Couffaines’ Little Suicide Machines

· The Girl with Flowers in Her Bones

· The Quarantine Kwami Baking Championship

· The Storm Rages On

· The Tip Goes In

· The Unexpected Roommate

· They Know Where to Find Me

· This is My Angry Face

· Unsolicited Advice

· Untitled 2-9; 11 (Selkie AU); 12-16; 17 (TS Baking Meet Cute)

· Voodoo Viperion

· We’re a Chance Left Untaken

· When the Clock Strikes 13

· Weight of it All

· You’re Doll’s Haunted

House Band:

· A Harmonious Christmas

· A Kick in the Head p2

· Anyone Ever Told You

· Barnyard in D

· Can I Help

· Dance Little Sister

· Darnin Can You Hear Me SOS

· Dear Old Gertie

· Dewey’s Diet

· Every Third Year

· Favorite Mugs

· Harold the Glitter Cow

· I Already Said Goodbye

· I’m a Unicorn

· Kicking Things Off

· Letting Go

· Maman’s Day Surprise

· Maman’s First Maman’s Day

· Maman’s Night Out

· Melody Super Spy

· Papas Don’t Get Sick Days

· Papa’s Ink

· Piggy Sue

· Pocket Pals

· Sing 2 Death AU

· Squeaks

· Surround Sound

· Take It Off

· The baby Swing

· The Cookie Principle

· The Sexiest What Now

· They were Supposed to be

Dingo Files:

· 5 Things Luka Regrets Telling Dingo

· ABBA Doesn’t Shred

· Adrien is a Fcking Idiot · Adrien is Still a Fcking Idiot

· Alibi

· All I Want for Christmas

· Australian Conditioning

· Basement Corpse

· Be More Dingo

· But We’re Thinking of Changing Our Name

· Cell Block Dingo

· Coming Up Schlort

· Ding Attenborough

· Dingho

· Dingo’s Cock

· Five Words

· Hail the Motherland

· He Travels for Work

· Here’s the Latest

· Hoist the Colors

· Ininko Montoya

· Jellyfish Suck

· Maybe I Could Love You

· MLWeeklyPrompts: Only a Kiss

· MLWeeklyPrompts: Operation SSASS

· Nails

· Never Check 3 AM Texts

· Nothing for Christmas

· Peregrine King

· Personal Use

· Rich Boys Don’t Stink

· Right to Remain Stupid

· Stealing Smoochies

· Stowaway

· Sunglasses

· Sur-prise

· That Time it was Luka’s Fault

· Tie Me Up

· Twins Damocles

· Who’s Mari

· Who’s Your Daddy

Winters:

· A Day in Your Scales

· Brooms Aren’t Just for Cleaning

· Human Feet

· I Want One

· Keep Your Mate Warm

· Snake Tales

· Snakefolk can be Fluff

· Spring in the Citadel

· Spring is for a Summons

· Spring is for Courtship

· Summer Skin

· Summers are for Celebrating

· Summers can be Hot

· The Stairs

No pressure tagging...oooh, how about @livrever @19thsentry-blog @haphira and @ladyfreya123 ? (Nerd already got Quick, Min, & Laurel 😂)

#wip folder #wip hoard #wip dragon #wip ask game #oh dear #maybe I'll do this Sunday #SSS festerng folder edition 👀

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caseopened · 6 months

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VERSES

Since I know these muses may be unfamiliar to some, I wanted to make a verses page to show different paths to explore for each muse. This is not an exhaustive list, and it is worthy to note that each muse is open for crossovers for other fandoms or time periods! Just because you see a time frame for some muses does not mean that is the only time period they have to be in! My muses can easily fit in other settings/times by carrying over occupations and background / characterization.

Paul Drake

Main Verse: Set in America, but can also travel abroad. Paul works as a private investigator and runs his own detective agency, Drake Detective Agency. (canon years 1950s-1960s, but can be placed anywhere on the timeline) WWII Verse: Set during the Second World War, Paul serves in the US Navy in the OSS as a combat diver dealing with intelligence related missions.

Della Street

Main Verse: Set in America, but can also travel abroad. Della works as a legal secretary. (canon years 1950s-1960s, but can be placed anywhere on the timeline)

Perry Mason

Main Verse: Main Verse: Set in America, but can also travel abroad. Perry works as a criminal defense attorney. (canon years 1950s-1960s, but can be placed anywhere on the timeline)

Father Brown

Main Verse: Father Brown serves the village of Kembleford, solving crimes and also managing to deliver his weekly sermons. (canon years 1950s, but can be placed anywhere on the timeline) WWI: Set during the Great War, Father Brown is a young chaplain in the British Army.

Trapper John

Main Verse: Set in 1950s Korea during the Korean War. Trapper is drafted to serve in a M*A*S*H unit as a surgeon. Main Verse AU: Follows main verse, except that Trapper serves for the entire duration of the Korean War. Return to Civilian Life: After the war, Trapper returns to civilian life in Boston and continues to practice medicine. He struggles to adjust to life after war. (canon years 1950s-1960s, but can be placed anywhere on the timeline)

Father Mulcahy

Main Verse: Set in 1950s Korea during the Korean War. Father Mulcahy serves as Army Chaplain. Return to Civilian Life: After the war, location varies. After losing most of his hearing from a shell explosion, Father Mulcahy returns to civilian life and works with the deaf. He travels to parishes to teach others how to make church services more accessible to the deaf. (canon years 1950s-1960s, but can be placed anywhere on the timeline)

#&. verses

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madmen-ao3feed · 2 years

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Quick Oneshots/Crossovers - Part 19

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/gm1ewJr

by CreativeLiterature

A collection of oneshots and/or crossovers which jump right into it.

Each chapter name mentions which fandoms it contains.

Words: 3449, Chapters: 15/15, Language: English

Series: Part 19 of Quick Oneshots/Crossovers

Fandoms: Real Person Fiction, Gilmore Girls, Vicar of Dibley, Boston Legal, Mad Men, Friends (TV), The Good Wife (TV), Tekken (Video Games), Titanic (1997), S.W.A.T. (2003), Austin Powers (Movies), Anno 1404 | Dawn of Discovery (Video Game), The Nanny Diaries (2007), Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six (Video Games), Skins (UK), The Other Boleyn Girl - Philippa Gregory, Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Original Characters, Rory Gilmore, Emily Gilmore, Richard Gilmore, Lorelai "Trix" Gilmore, Logan Huntzberger, Jess Mariano, Alice Horton (Vicar of Dibley), Denny Crane, Don Draper, Amy Green, Diane Lockhart, Will Gardner, Paris Geller, Cary Agos, Anna Williams, Tommy Ryan (Titanic), Dr. Evil (Austin Powers), Fabrizio De Rossi, Guy Forcas (Anno 1404), William Murdoch (1873-1912), Elizabeth Boleyn, Anne Boleyn, Mary Boleyn, Pandora Moon, Henry VIII of England, Robert Baratheon, Cersei Lannister, Jaime Lannister, George Boleyn, Thomas Howard 3rd Duke of Norfolk, Annie Braddock (Nanny Diaries)

Additional Tags: Screenplay/Script Format

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/gm1ewJr

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #mad men

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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years

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I had another idea after finally seeing Defending Jacob & re-watching all of Boston Legal (forgot how good it is!)... What if after everything Andy went through he left the DA's office for a fresh start & a new life. He ends up at the prestigious Boston law firm of Crane, Poole, & Schmidt. How will he adjust to the eccentric world of Alan Shore, Jerry Espenson, Shirley Schmidt, & Denny Crane?

PS... Part 2 of my "Friends, Just Friends" (Stephen Strange x Y/N, Bucky Barnes x Y/N) story will be up this weekend! Yay!

#andy barber #defending jacob #boston legal #crane poole & schmidt #denny crane #alan shore #shirley schmidt #boston legal fanfiction #boston legal fanfic #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber fanfic #chris evans #james spader #william shatner #candice bergen #crossover fanfiction #boston legal crossover #andy barber imagine

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spine-buster · 2 years

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the crossover.

gif credit @/denis-scorianov

A/N: This has a little less Rasmus/Lusine in it...but we see a whole lot of others 😌It is named after 'the crossover' trope, after all! Let's see if you guys can get all the callback scenes I've sprinkled in here LOL

Lusine Forrester was shitting bricks.

Rasmus had invited her to a hockey game. Hockey Night in Canada versus the Boston Bruins. He’d done it when he’d met her for lunch for a second time that week, and he’d been so earnest about it. “You were sort of accidentally brought up in conversation with my best friend William and his girlfriend and now they really want to meet you.” She couldn’t say no to him. She could tell he was so nervous asking her, that he probably thought about it over and over thinking she’d say no. When she said yes, a smile overtook his face for the rest of the meal. “You can hang out with his girlfriend during the game – she’s the sweetest, you’ll really like her – and then I really, really want to take you out afterwards.”

Bianca was amused she was going to a hockey game and hanging out with other wives and girlfriends despite not being a wife nor a girlfriend. Lusine understood completely, but the way things were going with Rasmus…well, she didn’t want to jinx it. After their conversation at Sushi On Bloor, Lusine knew they were on the same page. Bianca also made sure she dressed appropriately. No dresses, she said. “It’s a hockey game, not a gala.” No hoodies either. “A lot of those women dress impeccably despite it only being a hockey game.” Lusine also wanted to make a good first impression, of course – however good of a first impression a nineteen-year-old could make in a room full of older women. Though in the eyes of the law she was a legal adult, she was still in her teens in the sense of the word, and she wondered if that would show regardless of her maturity level. Nevertheless, Bianca helped Lusine settle on a good outfit: a cream turtleneck and high-rise jeans. Chic, trendy, age-appropriate, location-appropriate. “Keep your hair down,” Bianca advised, “and light makeup, but you can borrow my Dior red lipstick if he keeps his promise of taking you out afterwards. It won’t transfer if you finally kiss him.”

Lusine tried to swallow whatever anxiety she had about the night when she entered the giant glass doors at 50 Bay Street. Just as Rasmus promised, there was a man behind the podium, a short hallway and one closed black door behind him. The man was dressed in a sleek black suit. “Can I help you?” he asked.

“Hi, yes,” Lusine tried to remain calm. “I’m—I’m here for the game.”

“This is the executive and member’s club entrance, miss,” he said. Lusine noticed he gave her a quick up-down. “You’ll have to look at your ticket to see what gate you need to enter.”

“Oh! I’m not—” she began quickly, digging into her purse. Rasmus had given her a Platinum Club pass, which was apparently something that special guests of the players were issued so they could get into the family lounge. “Rasmus gave me this,” she said, handing it to him.

“Where did you find this?” the man asked.

Okay, now Lusine was nervous. “It wasn’t found…it was given to me by Rasmus Sandin,” she tried to clarify. “My name is Lusine Forrester. He said I could show you that and I’d be let in to the family lounge.”

“Do you have a piece of photo ID?”

Lusine dug for her wallet and retrieved her driver’s license. She handed it over to him, trying not to let her hand shake in the process. She felt like she was crossing the border or something. Despite offering the evidence, the man began shaking his head. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Miss, I’m afraid I can’t let you in.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m not sure how you got hold of this pass—”

“—Rasmus Sandin gave me that pass—”

“—Your name doesn’t appear—”

“—Can you check one more time? It’s not Lucy, it’s Lusine,” she stressed the common mistake. “L-U-S-I-N-E—”

“—Miss—”

“—Please—”

As if on cue, the black door she’d noticed before behind the man opened, and a woman walked out wearing a Leafs jersey. “Hey Adam, did Lusine Forrester come in yet?” she asked.

Alarm bells went off in Lusine’s head. “That’s me!” she exclaimed.

The woman’s face lit up upon her realization. “Lusine! Hey! Adam—this is Lusine, she’d with Rasmus,” she said quickly to Adam. She turned towards her and smiled. “Come with me, Lusine! I’ll bring you to the family lounge.”

Lusine let out a sigh of relief. She took one last look at this Adam person before joining the woman behind his desk and walking through the door with her. Lusine didn’t hate him – he was just doing his job, and she could imagine the number of people trying to get through these doors, pretending to be somebodies or more important than they actually were, especially young women her age – but her photo ID should have been sufficient. “Thank you. You came just at the right time,” she thanked the woman.

“No problem. I’m Bee, by the way, Bee McTavish,” she said warmly. “It’s really nice to meet you. Rasmus is really excited that you’re here.”

Lusine smiled but held her breath. “Really?”

“Oh yeah. Any first game the boys get excited. He’s definitely going to try and show off for you,” Bee exclaimed. “We’re coming off a pretty big overtime win against Tampa Bay so the boys will want to keep the momentum going.”

Lusine nodded, knowing what Bee was talking about. Though she only knew some players in context of how Rasmus described them – most notably William Nylander, his best friend and mentor, who had scored the overtime goal against Tampa – Bee spoke as if she knew every member of the team like they were old friends. Lusine looked discreetly at her jersey as they stepped onto the elevator together and noticed the ‘44’ and ‘Rielly’ on the back. “Was the first game just as nerve-wracking for you too?” Lusine couldn’t help but ask.

Bee gave her a warm smile. “Absolutely. But you get used it. It becomes routine to put the jersey on and let the nerves disappear…well, not disappear, but get transferred over to the game.”

“I—I don’t have a jersey.”

“I know. Rasmus left you one. It’s in the family lounge.”

Bee kept up small-talk with Lusine as she led the way through some hallways until she finally opened a door that led to the aforementioned family lounge. There were already quite a few women present – which made Lusine wonder if she was a bit late – and even some kids. “I’ll introduce you to everyone, just stick with me,” Bee said quickly guiding her into the room. She introduced Lusine to Amber Brodie, wife of TJ Brodie, and to Courtney Muzzin, wife of Jake Muzzin, and to Stephanie, recent fiancée of Mitch Marner.

Before Bee could introduce her to anyone else, a small child ran up to her and clung on to her leg, screaming her name as he did. Bee bent down and scooped him up in her arms, balancing him on her hip easily. “This big boy is Jace Tavares,” she said, giving him a big, dramatic kiss. Lusine recognized that last time – Tavares was the captain of the Leafs. “Jace, can you say hi to Lusine?”

“Hiiii Oosie,” he said, waving his little hand at her.

“Hi Jace!” Lusine waved back.

“That would be my little rascal,” Lusine heard a voice approach them. “You must be Lusine?”

“That’s me.”

“I’m Aryne Tavares. It’s nice to meet you!”

The captain’s wife. Lusine shook her hand and smiled. “It’s nice to meet you as well. Thanks for…hosting me?”

“We were all very excited to hear Rasmus was bringing a guest,” she smiled back.

“What’d I miss?! Is she here yet?” another frantic voice was heard. All three ladies looked behind them.

Lusine’s heart stopped beating. Approaching her was none other than Aberdeen Bloom. Lusine was sure she looked like a deer in the headlights. It was Aberdeen fucking Bloom. She felt like she was going to throw up. Aberdeen was a novelist and had just released one of her favourite books, In August. She’d been lauded for it. Despite only publishing one book, Aberdeen was one of Lusine’s favourite authors. She’d devoured her debut novel. And here she was, standing in the same fucking room as her.

Aberdeen eyed her, then Bee, then her again, a giant smile appearing on her face. “You must be Lusine,” she said happily, like they were old friends. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Lusine replied, hoping to God she didn’t sound nervous.

“I apologize in advance for anything William may say to you tonight when he meets you,” she warned playfully. “But Rasmus is one of his best friends – kind of like his little brother – so he’s going to rip on him a lot. I’ll yell at him if he gets out of hand.”

Of course. Of fucking course. Lusine couldn’t believe she was so stupid that she forgot. William Nylander and Aberdeen Bloom were dating. She remembered watching a book talk with Aberdeen just this past September and she mentioned how she was Brendan Shanahan’s executive assistant and that’s how she’d met William. The whole talk was fascinating – Aberdeen had told each member of the audience to “bank on yourself”. When Lusine thought about it, it was what she did when she decided to defy her parents and leave home to live alone.

“Thanks, but I’m sure it’ll be okay,” she smiled. “Hey, do you ladies mind telling me where the washroom is? I want to make sure I go before the game starts.”

“It’s just back there – use the family one,” Bee pointed. “When you get back, we’ll have your jersey ready. Then we can take out seats!”

Lusine hurried to the bathroom. She closed the door and double-checked that it was locked. She didn’t really need to go – she just needed to compose herself. She took out her phone to text Bianca.

She took a very deep breath and held it in before exhaling slowly, eyeing herself in the mirror. “Don’t be a fucking idiot,” she told herself. “Be cool. Be fucking cool.”

Her phone buzzed and she looked down to see what Bianca had texted back.

Lusine locked the screen without responding. She took another deep breath and exhaled slowly. She gave herself one last look in the mirror. “Don’t. Be. A. Fucking. Idiot.”

***

The ladies had been so ridiculously lovely the entire duration of the game that Lusine forgot she was ever nervous. Aryne had taken the aisle seat, then Bee beside her (and with Jace switching in between their laps most of the game), then Lusine, then Aberdeen. They talked to her and included her in conversation, asked her about what she was studying and where she worked. Aryne even had a mini-meltdown when Lusine had to break it to them that she’d just turned nineteen years old. “These are your glory days!!! Your prime!!! Oh God, to be nineteen again!” Lusine and Aberdeen even spoke at length about U of T and which courses to take and avoid. All in all, she was well looked after. The game ended with her feeling calm, yet anxious to see Rasmus.

Oh, the game – the Leafs had beaten Boston 5-2. Auston Matthews had scored two goals, and so had John Tavares, which made Aryne and Bee go crazy (same with Jace). Rasmus even got an assist on John’s second goal, which made Lusine very happy – once it was pointed out to her. Hockey in an arena was much different than watching hockey on TV, and she realized just how much she relied on the play-by-play announcer to know what was going on. While the rest of the women seemed to understand every detail, she had a hard time keeping track of Rasmus on the ice. Regardless, she had fun, and she knew Rasmus’s assist meant he could argue he’d impressed her, like he kept promising he’d do if he knew she was watching.

Bee and Aryne led the way towards the waiting area where most of the families waited for their significant others. Lusine still had her jersey on as she walked with Aberdeen a few paces behind them. She looked over to her. “Can I tell you something I have to get off my chest?”

“Of course.”

“It’s not about Rasmus or anything.”

“What’s it about?”

Lusine took a deep breath. “I absolutely adored In August,” she said – something she’d been wanting to say the entire night, but there was never a right time, even during intermissions. “I just—it was just so good, and I devoured it when it came out.”

Aberdeen’s face lit up. “Oh, thank you so much!” she said so earnestly, even putting her hand over her heart. “That means so much to me!”

“I even, uh, watched this livestream of a book talk you did in September where you said to bank on yourself. You meant it in terms of young women who want to become writers but you have no idea how much I take those words to heart.”

Aberdeen hadn’t stopped smiling. “I remember the exact one you’re talking about,” she said. “That night was a special night for me too. I’m so happy to hear you took that advice.”

“Doing that kinda got me here,” Lusine began explaining, not being able to shut up. “I was never supposed to go to U of T, but I did. I was never supposed to move downtown on my own, but I did…”

“It’s amazing what can happen when we bank on ourselves, eh?” Aberdeen winked.

Bee held the door open as they got to the waiting area. Lusine noticed Mitch and Stephanie already saying goodbye to some of the others who were already there – same with Courtney and Jake Muzzin. Lusine and Aberdeen continued speaking until, out of the corner of her eye, she saw her door open, Rasmus stepping out while William was right behind him. They were both in full suits – a rule hockey players had, she guessed.

Rasmus’s eyes immediately lit up when he saw her. “Hey,” he smiled, noticing that she hadn’t taken off her jersey. She looked great. Stunning. And to see her in blue, wearing his number and his name across her back. He was done for.

“Is this Lusine?” William asked, a wicked smile on his face. “It’s nice to finally meet you,” he said, extending his hand.

“Likewise.”

“I’m her boyfriend,” he nodded towards Aberdeen, who could only shake her head and giggle silently to herself.

“She told me,” Lusine giggled too.

William was incredibly charming, but not as charming as Rasmus, who moved him out of the way so he could get closer to Lusine. “How’d you like the game?” he asked.

“It was great,” she smiled at him. “I saw you got an assist. It was a bit hard to follow without the play-by-play from the TV.”

“Well, hopefully you’ll get used to it,” he said. “D’you wanna—I mean—are you up for go—”

“So are we going out for drinks or what?” William asked. Both his and Aberdeen’s faces were hopeful.

Rasmus looked at her. So did William and Aberdeen. All waiting. Lusine didn’t think it would be up to her, but it was. She nodded her head. “I could drink.”

***

MARBL was fun. Aberdeen and William were hilarious. They’d all ordered appetizers they shared, and drinks – Lusine had one Pink Flamingo and then settled on water since she had a long day of work and studying tomorrow – and just had a great time. William, in true unofficial older brother fashion, told some embarrassing stories about Rasmus. Aberdeen told some embarrassing stories about William to help out Rasmus. In between smiles and laughs, Rasmus held her hand underneath the table. And in between more smiles and laughs, he draped his arm behind her over the top of the booth. Rasmus would look at her every so often with a smile on his face, and she’d catch him, and both their smiles would become exponentially bigger. Aberdeen could have barfed because they were so cute. She even took pictures. Discreet ones at first, but then ones where she told them to pose, and Rasmus made stupid faces – for long enough that Lusine didn’t catch on until it was too late. They’d always erupt in a fit of giggles. Rasmus and Lusine returned the favour for Aberdeen and William. She barely remembered it happening because she was laughing so much, but at some point Lusine had given Aberdeen her Instagram handle and now they were Instagram friends. That’s where Aberdeen sent Lusine all the pictures she took of her and Rasmus together. Lusine was friends with Aberdeen Bloom, the author, on Instagram now. No big deal or anything.

When the night was over, Rasmus and Lusine hugged William and Aberdeen goodbye before getting back in his car so he could drive her back to her apartment. When they arrived, he parked on the street even though he wasn’t supposed to – it was late, so it wasn’t like parking enforcement was around to give him a ticket. She made sure to grab her jersey from the back. Rasmus walked her to the front door.

“This was so fun,” she said as she felt him hold her hand for the short walk.

“You’re like our new good luck charm. You should come to every game so we can win 5-2,” he smiled.

“I don’t know about that,” she giggled. “But if you invite me again, I don’t think I’d have the control to say no.”

The stopped outside the front door. By now, Rasmus knew better than to lean in and kiss her. So instead, he squeezed her hand. “What about next Friday? We’re playing Calgary. It’s Hockey Hall of Fame night so there’s gonna be this big ceremony before the game. You might even get to meet some of them and make your brothers jealous.”

“Will the girls be there?”

Rasmus’s face dropped. “I’ll be there,” he deadpanned, causing her to laugh. “I don’t know if they will. But we’re in Buffalo the next night so I think they will be.”

“I’ll be there,” Lusine confirmed.

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witcher-trash · 3 years

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Weekly Witcher Fic Recs 8

A Dedication - part of the Meet Death Sitting series (iorveth/saskia, iorveth/oc, explicit, complete, 10k) Iorveth's relationship with Saskia takes on a new dimension.

Belong (geralt/jaskier, mature, complete, 90k, modern au) Modern multi-perspective Geraskier AU with: Good Dad Geralt, Teen Ciri, and Teacher Jaskier. Set in and around Boston, Massachusetts, USA. Subtle crossover in X-Men verse. Geralt and Ciri are mutants. Jaskier is human. Geralt is Ciri’s legal guardian. He works as a Whole Foods butcher in Blaviken to make ends meet. Ciri is starting high school this year, but secretly being a mutant makes it difficult to fit in. Jaskier is a stylish, uninspired music teacher at Ciri’s high school. He hasn’t had much luck with love, until he meets Geralt.

Connection (eskel/geralt, teen, complete, 4k, modern au) Geralt is recovering slowly. For every step forward, he seems to take several steps back. His life improves when he’s given a service dog, but the idea of facing other people—real people, with judgments and options, who see him only as a burden—is almost more than he can handle. Then, he meets a large, soft-looking man with an even larger, softer dog, and he begins to hope that real, genuine connection might still be possible for him…

Devil in Your Pocket, Angel in Your Bed (eskel/lambert, mature, 4k, complete, modern au) Lambert was about to text back, tell dumbass Dandelion not to worry about him, when a new message came in. A photo. “Fuck,” Lambert hissed under his breath. Dandelion sent him a picture of this other “friend,” and fuck seemed like the only correct response. Honey tanned skin, brown hair long enough to hang in front of sparkling green eyes, and arms as big as tree limbs had Lambert shifting in his seat, trying to adjust. But those eyes, those eyes had him caught. Deep and soulful, Lambert could tell there was a mind under that pretty face. He had scars on his cheek too, a little more obvious than Lambert's, which is probably why the picture was taken from that side, he had his supposedly bad side turned away... But there was no bad side to this man, not that Lambert could see. Another message came in. His name is Eskel.

for love, for love, for love (geralt/jaskier, explicit, complete, 3k, omegaverse) “I want you to knot me,” Geralt had murmured against his chest, unprompted, that first night. Jaskier groaned. “You— that— you can’t just say that to me, Geralt.” Geralt is different than most omegas. Jaskier loves him all the same.

home is where the hearth is (aiden/lambert, teen, complete, 2k) Lambert has a Saovine surprise for Aiden, if Aiden can just trust him long enough to get there.

Kneel For Me (aiden/lambert, explicit, complete, 2k) Lambert's reunion with Aiden on the Path every spring somehow always leads to the same thing: Lambert on his knees for his Cat and Aiden taking whatever pleasure he wants from his Wolf.

Life After (eskel/jaskier, mature, wip, 4k, modern au) Eskel struggles to make ends meet as a single father. He works two jobs, goes hungry to ensure his daughters have everything they need, and hasn't paid much attention to his own healing. Then a brightly dressed stranger steps in to help him when he's caught short of money at the front of the supermarket queue, and Eskel is forced to gather the shattered fragments of his heart to see what's left. Is it time to think about life after...?

Steadfast and Longing (jaskier/lambert, eskel/lambert, teen, complete, 3k) While Lambert had enjoyed a long, happy marriage to Dandelion, the bard was only human. After he's passed, Lambert goes home.

The Family We Choose - part of the Everyone Loves a Pyrotechnics Guy series (coën centric, teen, wip, 20k, modern au) Coen is caught up in the middle of a rough childhood and is recommended for foster care, but will his new foster family be better than the family he leaves behind? This story follows along with the events that leads Coen to join the Morhen family. A Modern AU.

#geraskier #lamden #jaskier #the witcher #geralt of rivia #fic recs #eskel/geralt #lambert/eskel #iorveth/saskia #eskel/jaskier #jaskier/lambert #coen

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avintagekiss24 · 4 years

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Power > Ransom Drysdale. Andy Barber.

|| pairing: ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber

|| word count: 4,449

|| warnings: more filth lol, dub con if you look close, smut, sex, oral sex (male & female receiving), anal sex, vaginal sex, threesome, spanking, nipple play, no spoilers for either Defending Jacob or Knives Out

|| note: this is a sequel to my Ransom fic, paper. this things this one man has done to me is just... evil. anyway, this is my first crossover fic! the only thing better than one chris evans, is two chris evans, lol. hope you enjoy! happy sunday!

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You stare out of the large windows that look over the city, your arms crossed over your chest, your lips set in a hard line as some of the last words that floated between you and Ransom play through your mind.

“Don’t leave me.”

“Okay.”

You left anyway. You both woke up a few hours later, the post sex high completely sucked out of the room and replaced by all of the hatred and anger that had been brewing for months. He wasn’t surprised. You both got dressed in silence and he didn’t even try to stop you when you walked out of his room, down his steps, and out of his house for the last time. The two of you haven’t spoken since - which, Andy says is for the best - but today is finally the day. Today is the day you finally cut your losses and move the fuck on from Hugh Ransom Drysdale-Thrombey.

You turn quickly when you hear the door click as it opens but your anxiety instantly eases when your eyes land on a familiar pair of blues. You smile softly as he moves into the room, shutting the door behind him before he sits his briefcase on the large conference table. You lift your arms in anticipation as he steps around the table towards you. He crushes his broad chest to yours as he captures your lips with his own and lifts you right from your feet.

You wrap your arms around his neck as you let him hold you, kissing him back hard - harder than you have in a while. He moans into your mouth, you assume noting the difference in your aggression before he pulls away with a soft smack. He sets you back on the ground, much to your chagrin, and chuckles a little when you whine like a little girl. He nuzzles his nose into yours, rubbing his gently against yours as he rests his forehead to yours.

“You okay?” He asks quietly.

You keep your arms wrapped around his neck, “Now that you’re here, yes.” You answer in a hushed voice.

Ransom’s words come back to you again - you fucking somebody? You’re fucking somebody. Indeed you are, and were when he asked. Enter one Andy Barber. Boston’s leading divorce attorney and as you’d come to find out, most eligible bachelor. It was purely by luck that the two of you met, one night at an exclusive Boston bar. He was out celebrating a big win for his most recent client and you had just finished moving into your apartment. He slid up next to you, his cologne strong and sweet, his eyes serious, and remarked on how you looked as if you had had a long day.

You left the bar a few hours later with his business card and a pair of wet panties.

“We’re gonna take him for everything he’s worth, I promise you that.”

You laugh a little, “He’s not worth shit, it’s his grandpa that funds his lifestyle.”

“Well, that allowance will be yours. That, the house, and that stupid car of his.” He scoffs quickly before he starts rubbing his hands up and down your hips, “Then you sell it all for even more money and move in with me.”

“Oh?” you ask, raising your eyebrows as a playfulness fills your voice, “Is that so, Mr. Barber?”

“Of course. All of this sneaking around is exhausting. It’ll be nice being able to fuck you in my bed instead of on my desk for a change.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “I like fucking you in your office.”

He laughs, pecking the tip of your nose with his lips, “You’ll never want to leave that bed, darling. In fact,” He says, swatting you gently on your ass before he moves away from you and back to the table, “I’ll make sure you don’t.”

You click over to the table and bend over, resting your elbows on the flat surface as you place your chin in your hands. You cock your head, “With handcuffs?” you ask softly, biting the tip of your finger.

He glances up at you as he pulls out your file, “With whatever you want baby girl. Now come, sit. We have some things to go over before he gets here.”

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“Mr. Barber?” A voice sounds from the intercom in the center of the table, “Mr. Drysdale and his attorney are here.”

“Thank you, Ruth. You can send them in.”

You sit up straighter in your chair, adjusting your suit jacket before tossing your hair over your shoulders. Andy stands and buttons his jacket before he rubs your back quickly, “Just let me do all of the talking, okay? Tap me on the arm if you want to interject with something, but keep your voice low. Got it?”

You nod, “Okay.”

“Hey,” he kisses you quickly when you look up at him, “Relax.”

“That’s not helping,” you huff as you feel heat rise in your cheeks, clicking your teeth when you hear him chuckle.

The door opens seconds later and in walks Ruth, Andy’s trusted assistant, followed by Angie Hernendez, Ransom’s attorney and then Ransom himself. You expel a deep breath as you cut your eyes towards him, looking him over as he saunters in, his arrogance on full display. He’s in that stupid, tattered, thousand dollar cable knit sweater and a pair of brown Chino’s. He links eyes with you almost immediately and his lips twitch into that famous shitty smirk you’ve grown so accustomed to.

“Nice of you to dress up for the occasion, Ransom.” You quip, leaning back in your chair and propping your chin in the palm of your hand, extending your fingers over your lips.

He chuckles as he sits across from you. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table as he braids his fingers together. His blue eyes travel down your face and chest, lingering at your cleavage before he flicks them back towards your face, “You’re looking good, babe. Real good.”

You roll your eyes and scoff before clearing your throat. You glance over at Andy as he sits and opens his folder, completely unfazed. You just need to be like Andy - don’t let this mother fucker get under your skin.

“Mrs. Hernendez, it’s nice to see you again,” Andy starts, smiling softly, “How are you?”

“I’m doing well, Mr. Barber. It’s nice to be across the table from you again. Shall we?”

“Of course,” Andy says, clearing his throat, “My clients demands are easy. She’s been a dutiful wife to Mr. Drysdale-Thrombey for the past five years while he - “

“She can have whatever she wants.” Ransom says suddenly, cutting Andy off completely.

A deafening silence falls over the room as all three sets of eyes zero in him. You and Andy’s mouth fall open as Angie snaps her head in his direction. Ransom blinks slowly at you, his eyes roaming around your face again.

“I’m - I’m sorry?” Andy asks, sitting up in his chair a little.

Ransom cuts his eyes towards the clean cut man, sizing him up before he speaks again, “You heard me, pretty boy. She can have whatever she wants. You were right, she was a dutiful wife, she deserves it.”

Angie lifts her hand quickly, “Mr. Barber, Mrs. Drysdale, may I have a moment with my client, please?”

“No.” Ransom answers simply.

“Mr. Drysdale,” Angie hisses, turning towards him, “You need to be quiet.”

“You work for me, don’t you?” He snaps, squinting his eyes, “Give her what she wants.”

Angie sighs heavily, “Ransom-”

“Hugh.” He corrects sternly.

Your eyes go wide as you blink back at him, completely dumbfounded. You turn your head towards Andy, who has fallen back into his chair, his hand clasped over his mouth. If it weren’t such a serious moment, you’d laugh. You’ve never seen him at a complete loss for words. He leans forward after a few seconds and scratches at his beard as Angie fumes across from him.

“What is it you want, dutiful wife?” Ransom asks as he turns his attention back to you.

“Um,” Andy starts, “I usually have a whole thing, but uh, she wants ten thousand a month in alimony.”

Ransom shrugs, “Done.”

“The apartment in Manhattan, the Range Rover, the condo in Miami, and use of the property in France, dates to be determined and submitted in writing to you and your attorney three months ahead of time, each time.”

“Done.”

Angie scoffs loudly next to him, throwing her pen down onto the table, “Mr. Drysdale, I -”

“Can you leave, please?” Ransom asks, snapping his head towards her, “I want to talk to my wife.”

Angie’s mouth nearly hits the floor, “You’re serious? You want the legal counsel to leave the room?” She asks incredulously.

He shakes his head, “Not him,” He nods towards Andy, “Just you. Leave.”

She laughs in disbelief. She blinks blankly at you and Andy before she stands, grabbing her briefcase and muttering under her breath. She clicks towards the door, but turns just as she opens the door, “Not that is matters, but I highly discourage this, Mr. Drysdale, as your counsel -”

Ransom lifts his hand and waves her off, “Noted. Thank you.”

The door slams seconds later. You blink and find Ransom’s eyes on you again. It’s a familiar look in his eyes, one you are all too familiar with. They’re intense and hungry, just like they were all those times he would roll over and ravish you in the middle of the night. You’re not sure why, but that look still sends a signal right to your core. You cross your legs underneath the table, squeezing them together as your breathing deepens.

“It’s him, isn’t it?” He asks you directly, as if Andy isn’t even there.

“What?” you blink

“It’s him,” he gestures towards Andy with his head again, “The guy you’re fucking.”

You gasp as Andy clears his throat and sits up in his chair, “That’s none of your business.” He answers, his voice deep and stern.

You squeeze your legs together a little tighter.

Ransom rolls his eyes and cocks his head as he stares back at Andy, “Relax buddy, okay? She’s still my wife, I have a right to know whose cock she has in her mouth now.”

“Fuck you!” You shout angrily, “You are such a fucking dirt bag!”

“Oh, I knew that’d get a rise out of you.” He smiles back, his eyes now full of mischief.

Andy sighs loudly, not having an ounce of patience for Ransom’s bullshit, “What is it exactly that you want, Mr. Drysdale?”

Ransom turns his eyes back to yours, “I don’t want you to leave me.”

You scoff, “Too late for that.”

“I mean it. Don’t leave me.”

“Ransom -”

“You can keep fucking him,” he says seriously, “I don’t give a fuck. Just don’t leave me.”

Your eyes go wide again. You feel Andy’s eyes on the side of your face as you stare back at your husband. You could almost swear that… he’s serious. His eyes are steady, his mouth set in a hard line, his jaw tight.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you pretty boy?” He says after a few seconds tick by, “God,” he laughs, “I can see why she fell for you, you smell like money.”

You stand abruptly, “Andy, let’s go.”

Andy stands at your request, closing his folders and tucking them under his arm as he grabs his briefcase. You follow him around the edge of the table as Ransom calls for you, pleading for you to sit back down. Just as you pass by him, he reaches for your arm as he stands, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into him. You struggle against him instantly, anger flashing through you as you try and rip your arm out of his grasp.

“Goddamn it, Ransom!” You growl.

“Let her go.” You hear Andy say behind you, “Ransom, I mean it.”

Ransom laughs at his tone, twisting you quickly in his hands so now your back is crushed to his front, your eyes on Andy. You feel him tuck his face into the crook of your neck as his hands curl around your waist, squeezing you tight.

“Tough guy, huh? You must be from the other side of Boston.” He smiles, “Cute.”

You watch as Andy smiles back, his eyes darkening as he tilts his head, “You’re a good read, Ransom. I am from the other side of Boston, you know, the side where smug assholes like you get your fucking ass kicked.”

Ransom cuts his eyes towards you quickly before he returns his attention back to Andy. He starts to sway the two of you back and forth slowly, his hands dropping to your hips to rub them gently, “You know she likes this, right?” He questions, his deep voice vibrating in your ear, “She likes this tough guy shit - this little back and forth of ours. I bet you her pussy is soaked right about now.”

You let out a shaky breath. He knows you like the back of his hand. Your lips part as you link eyes with Andy, your chest rising and falling harder and harder with each breath. Ransom likes it too. You feel his length pushing against your ass as he keeps you tight against his body. You watch as Andy’s eyes move down your body, his face softening as he recognizes the specific tells that you’re turned on. He then snaps his eyes to yours and he knows - you do like this.

“See?” Ransom says softly, kissing your cheek, “You get it now, pretty boy.” His hand slips down toward the band of your pants, his fingers pushing just underneath it before you grab his wrist.

“Ransom -”

He pushes harder, breaking from your grasp, his greedy fingers seeking your sex. You tense when you feel his warm, thick fingers between your wet lips. He groans as he pushes along your bundle of nerves before pulling his hand free. He rubs his thumb along his middle and index finger for Andy to see, your slick coating them.

“Told you that pussy is singing right now.” He says, popping his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean, “Mmm. She tastes so good, doesn’t she? Fuck.”

You close your eyes, swallowing hard when you feel him press his lips to your neck softly. You shudder when you feel his teeth start to nip at your skin and his hand cupping your left breast. You relax against him, just like so many times before and let him seduce you, right in the middle of the room - right in front of Andy and the city of Boston below. He pushes his hand back into your pants and pushes his fingers between your folds and starts to massage you slowly, your hips moving slowly with his hand.

“She likes to be watched too,” Ransom whispers, “Did she tell you that, Andy?”

He pops the button to your pants and unzips them, giving himself a little more room to work. He pushes his index and middle finger into you and you grunt loudly, grabbing his hand that is still groping your breast.

“Open your eyes.” You hear suddenly, Andy’s voice thick and low, “Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.”

You flutter your eyes, letting out another shaky breath as you blink at Andy standing in front of you. Ransom bites down into your neck before he sucks gently, his fingers still pumping slowly into your cunt, “So we’re all a bunch of perverts, huh? This is what we could have if you don’t leave me, sweet girl. This could be fun for the three of us.”

You moan loudly as Ransom curls his fingers, stroking your insides gently - sweetly. You bite your lip, watching as Andy approaches you slowly. He steps right up to you, towering over you, just how you like. He grabs your face in his hands and starts rubbing your cheeks softly, his bright eyes bouncing between yours. He leans in and kisses you - his tongue sweeping along the roof of your mouth before he moans into your wet mouth.

Ransom starts nibbling again - up your neck and to your ear before he tugs on it. You break from Andy’s lips to groan as you push your hips into Ransom’s hand a little harder. Your heart thumps against your chest as Andy starts to unbutton your shirt, button by button, until the black silk falls open, exposing your thin, see-through bra. Andy skips his fingers up to the material, pulling the cups down to free your flesh.

Before you know it, he sucks your tit right into his mouth - his tongue swirling around your taut nipple.

“God,” you breathe, letting your head fall to Ransom’s shoulder as lust and pleasure blooms across your skin and through your body.

You feel Andy’s hands around your middle, gripping your flesh, holding you steady as he falls to his knees in front of you. He slides his hands into the sides of your pants and pushes them right down your legs, letting them pool at your feet. He pulls at your panties next, slipping them down your thighs and calves until they're around your ankles. He sits back on his legs, watching Ransom’s fingers dip in and out of you. He reaches forward, stroking your thigh with the tips of his fingers before he places a gentle kiss in the crook of your hip.

Your hips jerk forward at the notion. You feel Andy’s large hands around your waist again, holding you tight as he plants his warm lips to your stomach, right above your soaked sex, then down your thigh to your knee. He grips your ass in his strong hands as he ventures back up to your center. He pushes his nose into you, breathing you in before his tongue sneaks out from behind his lips to lick your clit. You jerk again as he sucks your clit into his mouth, moaning softly as he massages you with his lips and tongue.

You push your hand into his hair, balling the dark stands in your fingers as his tongue swirls around your flesh. Ransom pushes his fingers into your harder, deeper, faster as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. He pushes your hair over your shoulder and bites the side of your neck again, hard enough to leave an instant bruise - exactly how he knows you like it.

Ransom pulls his fingers from you as Andy stands moments later, both men starting to fumble with their own clothing. You step out of your panties and pants, pushing them off to the side as Andy drops his Armani pants and pulls his cock from his matching boxers. You beckon him towards you as he starts to stroke himself and grab his dick once he’s close enough. You drag your hand up and down his shaft, watching him as the stress starts to drain from him.

You lunge forward suddenly, gasping as Ransom slams into your cunt from behind. He starts a furious pace right out the gate, bending you forward before he grabs your hips to hold onto you. You keep pumping Andy in your hand, before taking him in your mouth, sucking the tip of his cock as best you can as your body lurches forward with each of Ransom’s deep, hard thrusts.

You release Andy from your mouth with a pop and wrap your hand around his girth, hand fucking him again. Cum starts to drip from his slit as you work him over, strings starting to hang from his tip that you sweep away with your tongue and mouth as you take him in again, this time deeper, to where you feel him in the back of your throat.

“Ah,” you hiss, reaching back to dig your fingers into Ransom’s hip as your mouth goes slack around Andy’s cock, “Fuck.”

“God, I love it when you whine for me.” He groans.

His thrusting stops seconds later, and you’re pushed towards the large table in the center of the room. Ransom lays back on the mahogany tabletop as Andy closes in behind you, wrapping his hands around your hips. You climb onto the table with Andy’s help, right over Ransom’s awaiting body and throw your hair over your shoulder as you hover over him. You grab his dick, positioning him at your opening before you sink down onto him, your eyes fluttering as you spread for him.

He pulls your body down, crushing your chest to his as you feel Andy slip his large hand up your spine. Andy grabs your waist again as he slips his cock between your ass cheeks, seeking your tight hole. He circles at it before he starts to push, hissing as your body expands to take his length. Your mouth drops open as your head falls, the fullness you feel starting to make your head swim.

Andy starts to move and so do you, sliding along Ransom’s body as he fucks up into you. Your moans grow louder and closer together as they fill you up, fucking both of your holes gloriously. Ransom shoves his fingers into your mouth and you’re glad, needing something to help keep you quiet. You suck on his digits, before nibbling on them, saliva slipping from the side of your mouth and dribbling right back down onto him.

He grabs the back of your head and leans up to kiss you, sloppy and hard, “Messy girl.” He slurs against your lips before he bucks hard into you, making you squeal.

Your head is soon pulled back, craning towards the ceiling as Andy tugs on your hair. Ransom’s fingers are back in your mouth as both men push into your pussy and ass, making you quiver. You can feel them everywhere. Andy’s large hands around your hips, his fingers sliding up your spine before gripping your shoulder. Ransom’s fingers hooking your teeth, the other hand squeezing your wrist that’s holding some of your weight against the table.

A slap is leveled to your behind - you’re not sure by who - but it sends a spark right through your hypersensitive body. Your pussy clenches as you grind your teeth together, your face twisted in pleasure and pain. Another slap comes, quickly followed by another and it’s all just a little too much. Andy fucking your tight ass, Ransom filling your cunt, your clit being massaged by your own thrusting motions - it’s intoxicating. You’re finding that you love being pushed right to the brink of what you can and cannot handle. Not only is it intoxicating - it’s quickly addictive.

You lean up, separating your chest from Ransom’s, and Andy knows exactly what to do. He reaches for your tits, groping them before he starts to tweak your nipple, just how you like right before you’re about to come. You bite down on Ransom’s fingers, still in your mouth, as you thrust your hips, down onto Ransom and then back into Andy, wanting to feel it all at once. They both speed up, fucking into you hard and fast as your pleas and cries fill the room.

Andy slams into you and it tips you right over the edge. Your thighs start to shake as you tense before your orgasm rips through your body. You don’t even recognize your own voice as you screech and moan, the waves crashing over and over again. You soon feel Ransom shudder beneath you and then a warmth spread through you as he ruts hard into you as he begins to spurt. Andy is close behind, his spunk spilling into your ass seconds after Ransom.

Andy pushes deep into you before he places his palm flat in the center of your back. You’re a mess. Cum dripping from your pussy and ass, strings of saliva hanging from your lips and chin. You’re sated - fucked like every girl on the planet should be. There’s a pair of lips on your shoulder, trailing kisses down your back as another pair peck at your forehead and the side of your face.

Ransom drags his hands up and down your thighs as you rest against him, Andy’s hands massaging your shoulders and skirting up and down your sides for only God knows how long.

“We should probably get moving,” Andy says after a while, “I’m sure they’re wondering what’s going on in here.”

You groan, drawing laughs from both the men before you slink off of Ransom, your body now empty and cold. Andy takes your hand, helping you off the table, and keeping a hand on your back as you move on wobbly feet back to your pants. The three of you dress quietly, but within a close proximity to one another. You are, of course, the last to finish up, Andy and Ransom watching as you button up the last button on your blouse and rake your fingers through your hair.

“Do I look okay?” You ask softly, laughing just a little as the new memories of what just happened flash before your eyes.

You gain a smile from both of them, both picking up on your nervousness and slight hesitation, “Always.” Ransom answers.

“So, I guess I need to file new paperwork Monday morning?” Andy asks, adjusting the collar of his jacket over his neck.

You smile back before glancing over at Ransom, “What kind of paperwork?”

“Hold paperwork. Until we can… figure this out?”

Andy shifts his eyes to Ransom, who turns to you, “That’s up to the princess, here.”

Your eyes bounce between his, that seriousness reentering them again. As much as you try, you just can’t hate him. He makes it hard, but if he ever really needed you, you know you’d be there. He’d pull his stupid shit and you’d be right back in his bed, full of his cock, screaming his name.

You glance back at Andy, whose eyes are just as serious and full of adoration as Ransom’s. He’s a good man, a steady man - the type of man that you wish Ransom could be. He’s not a man that you just give up because you can’t seem to tear yourself away from your asshole sometimes ex, sometimes not husband.

And then, it dawns on you.

Your smile grows larger. You scratch at your Andy’s beard with your fingers before linking your free hand with Ransom’s. You’ve got the best of both worlds, sitting right in the palm of your hand. Not only do you hold Ransom’s power, you have Andy’s too.

Ransom was right, this will be fun for the three of you.

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khoicesbyk · 3 years

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Dark Pleasure.

A/N: This AU is between my two all time favorite books Bloodbound and The Royal Romance! It is the crossover to end all crossovers.

A/N 2: This fanfic will be dark! And sexy! And violent! And delicious! And will quickly become your guilty pleasure.

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Tristan Rys (LI) and Latisha Tucker (MC) x Adrian Raines and Tiana Reynolds-Raines | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 1,210 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Prompt Time! Today I’ll be using @wackydrabbles prompt #87 “No offense, but I'm not interested.”! It’ll be in bold in black.

If you’d like to be added to my tag list. Just reblog or dm me and I will gladly add you! 😁😘

Series TW: drug use, violence, murder, mentions of torture, prostitution.

This series is rated Mature. It is NOT reading material that is safe for those under 18. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!

(MAJOR SHOUTOUT TO @secretaryunpaid!!! SHE GAVE ME THE KICK IN THE ASS THAT I NEEDED TO START THIS SERIES! I DON’T THINK I WOULD’VE HAD THE BALLS TO WRITE THIS IF SHE HADN’T HAVE PUSHED ME IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION!)

Chapter 1.) Into The Shadows.

Tristan Rys has everything any man could ever want. Money, power, cars, girls, homes you name it, he’s more than likely got it. As President and Chairman of Rys International Group, it’s his job to provide his clients with every luxury their hearts desire. After all he’s known all around the world as The King Of Cordonia.

His late father Constantine started the company with just one small hotel and when he turned the business over to his youngest son, Tristan turned it into a powerhouse that rivals Marriott and Hilton. He has his Le Roi de Cordonie hotel group, his Lotus spas and The Underground nightclubs all over the world.

And now he’s looking to expand to the US. After scouting possible headquarter locations in California, New York, Miami, Boston and Chicago, he settled on Washington D.C. He took a liking to the busy city vibe. With D.C. being the home and hub of American politics and the potential growth of his client list, he was sold on the location. Because what better way to grow his true business than to be in a city that thrives?

What is his true business you ask?

Tristan isn’t just the owner of Rys International Group, he’s also one of the biggest drug lords in the world. No one has ever been able to touch him.

And right now he’s about to have the biggest investment meeting of his life. If he’s able to make this deal it would mean he’d truly be unstoppable.

He’s about to meet with Senator Adrian Raines.

Adrian has known Tristan since he was a kid. He and Constantine were great friends and eventually Adrian became one of Rys International’s biggest clients. After all, they hosted Adrian and Tiana’s wedding. So when Adrian heard that Rys International was coming to D.C., he had to see what brought Tristan to town. Although Adrian doesn’t run the day to day of Raines Corporation he was still willing to meet.

Both arrived to an empty Ocean Prime Steakhouse for their meeting.

“Adrian! It’s good to see you!” Tristan said as he stood to greet Adrian with a handshake.

“It’s good to see you too Tristan. It’s been a long time. I haven’t seen you since you were a kid.” Adrian replied, returning his handshake.

“Thank you for meeting with me, Senator.”

“Please you know you can always call me Adrian.”

“I know but I want to respect you and your new position.”

“Thank you. What can I get you? Scotch?” Adrian asks.

“Whiskey if you don’t mind.” Tristan replies.

Adrian signals for the waiter to bring them a couple bottles and glasses.

“Now before we get down to business, I gotta ask…how’s that spitfire wife of yours?” Tristan asks.

Adrian snickered.

“You know how she is about you. She won’t shut up about the new spa you opened up in New York. I can’t keep her out of there.” He replies.

“Yes I know. Still the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“You’re a liar but I’ll take the backhanded compliment anyway.”

The two shared a laugh as the waiter brought them two bottles of whiskey.

“I don’t know about you but I’m starving! So shall we order?” Tristan asks him.

“Of course let’s order.”

They placed their orders and while they waited for their food to be delivered, they started to discuss business.

“So let’s get down to it. Why am I here Tristan?” Adrian asked.

“I have a business proposal for you Adrian.”

“Oh? And what is this business proposal as you put it?” Adrian asks.

“Consider it a bit of a ‘you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours’. I’m new to town and I know how cutthroat D.C. can be. And I’m a small fish in this very big pond.” Tristan replies.

“Meaning?” Adrian asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Meaning you give me protection here in D.C. and I fund your entire senatorial re-election and future presidential campaign.” Tristan replies.

Adrian scoffed.

“No offense, but I'm not interested.”

“Come on Adrian! You can’t seriously be passing this up!”

That’s when their food arrived.

“Need I remind you that you are one of the biggest drug dealers in the world? You’re a danger to my campaign!”

Tristan shrugged.

“Suit yourself Senator. I was actually looking forward to working with you but I’m sure your opponent in New York will be happy to take the deal.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh no? Why not? Because you’re an old friend of both me and my father?” Tristan asks.

Adrian smirked.

“You’re an asshole. You do know that right?” Adrian asks.

“High praise!” Tristan replies.

“If I agree to this, what do I really get out of this?” Adrian asks.

“Like I said, a fully funded re-election and future presidential campaigns. On top of the perks of being a valued member of Rys International’s platinum club and a few other personal perks and favors, of course.” Tristan replied.

“All while you get to set up shop here in D.C. and run your legal and illegal business, correct?” Adrian asks.

“A win-win situation if I do say so myself.” Tristan replies before pouring himself a drink.

“And how would we go about this…business?” Adrian asks.

“Very simple. Your head of security Jax will meet with my head of security Drake Walker and coordinate.” Tristan replies.

“Jax won’t agree to that.”

“Why not?” Tristan asks.

“Jax doesn’t like working with people.” Adrian replied.

“Neither does Drake. Unless it involves sex and liquor.”

“Oh well in that case, they’ll be great together. They’re both brooding, moody and love liquor and women.”

“Now you’re getting it.”

“What about your brother Leo?” Adrian asks.

“Simple. While all that happens my brother will work with Raines Corporation on the business side of things.”

“And what about us?”

“Just two old friends working together to make sure that you are re-elected and my business flourishes here in America.”

“And no one will know about your cartel?” Adrian asks.

“Nope. Hell I’ll even throw you a cut of the profits…and a few of my finest girls.” Tristan replies.

Adrian sat back and thought about Tristan’s words.

“Come on Adrian. I know you’re considering it.”

“You’re an egomaniac!”

“And you’re the vampire who is married to the most powerful woman in the entire universe. And together you and I will become the two most unstoppable men on the planet!”

Adrian just shook his head then grinned.

“Damn you’re good…”

“That’s the nature of my business. So what do you say? Do we have a deal?” Tristan asks.

“This goes against everything I have believed in! I am better than this!” Adrian hissed. “And yet…this is too damn good for you to pass up.”

Adrian took a deep breath and Tristan rolled his eyes.

“Just say that you accept the damn deal old man!”

“Fine! You’ve got a deal! I can not believe I’ve been talked into this.”

“Wonderful! I’ll have my legal team contact yours and we’ll hammer out all the fine print.”

“You truly are ruthless, Tristan.”

“Jay-Z said it best. I’m not just a businessman, I’m a business…man.”

Adrian snickered.

“Here’s to a very lucrative partnership.”

“Finally!”

The two toasted to their new deal.

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