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vellicore · 3 months

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Twisted Pairing: Step Dad!Lloyd Hansen x Step Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 600+

Warnings: stepcest, voyeurism, female masturbation, nudity, implied future anal, minor daddy kink, dubcon/noncon if you squint, reader is early twenties, age gap.

Request: Lloyd Hansen, Step Dad, “What’s the matter? You’re acting like you’ve never seen a naked man before.”, and anal. Requested by: anonymous

A/N: I'm sorry I've been so slow with writing these. January has proven to be much more difficult than I had anticipated. I promise the stories are coming, and I am looking forward to doing your requests. This isn't my best work, but I still had fun writing it. It has not been beta read, so any mistakes are my own. As always my work is intended for adult audiences so 18+ only! Minors DNI. Pay attention to all tags and warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Writing Event Masterlist (still in the works)

From the first time Lloyd saw you he knew he needed to have you. That’s the thing about Lloyd Hansen, he always gets what he wants. He’d only married your mother because of the connections she provided. With her he’d be able to spread his business out throughout the country. What he hadn’t expected was the delicious present she had been hiding.

Tonight your mother was out with friends from college. Lloyd knew this was the perfect opportunity to get what he’d been craving. You. He could picture you up in your bedroom reading one of your countless books. It was cute how you always seemed to find ways to avoid him. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, he knew you felt something too. There was a magnetic pull between the two of you, and tonight would be the night he finally gets what he’s needed.

Lloyd makes his way up the stairs and stops outside your bedroom door. He’d expected to hear nothing, but instead he could hear what sounded like quiet whimpers. His eyes flutter shut as he leans in closer hoping to be able to hear you better. “Oh… Oh fuck, Lloyd.” There was no denying what he heard that time. You were in there touching what belonged to him. Without giving it a second thought, Lloyd quickly began to undress himself. This hadn’t been how he planned to do this, but when the opportunity presents itself how could he say no?

Once undressed, Lloyd opens your door. It takes you a moment to realize he’s standing there, and boy was he thankful for that. For that meant he was able to get a full spread eagle view of your soaked cunt. He watched as your finger meticulously rubbed your clit. The little moans that left your mouth were like music to his ears. It was when he let out a small grunt of approval that your eyes finally opened.

The look of embarrassment washed over your face. But that look quickly turned into confusion and horror when you spotted that he was naked. Your eyes traveled down to his hard cock which was now between his large hand. Lloyd’s smirk grew when he saw that your eyes appeared to be glued on him. “What’s the matter? You’re acting like you’ve never seen a naked man before.” His eyes never once leave yours as he slowly strides across your bedroom. “Oh come on, sunshine. We both know what you were just doing — who you were thinking about. Come on, be a good girl, show me.”

The more he talked, the more your body seemed to tremble from nerves. “I - I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lloyd.” He rolls his eyes at your attempt to play dumb. He wasn’t going to allow you to continue your charade of being so called innocent. “You really want to play that game? Fine, show me. Prove to me that you’re not soaked right now. Because you and I both know that your little pussy is dripping for me. Dripping for your step-daddy.” His words cause a small to leave your lips.

Maybe just this once you can give into your desires. Maybe just this once you can be bad.

Lloyd could hear a semblance of a plea when he watched you lay back on your bed. Your legs spread wide, inviting him to come give you both what you need. But Lloyd lets out a small tut and shakes his head. “Sorry, sunshine. That pussy isn’t what I’m interested in right now. I’d rather fuck your untouched hole. Turn around now.”

#vellicores writing event #lloyd hansen #step dad lloyd hansen #step dad!lloyd hansen #stepdad!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen ficlet #lloyd hansen fic #lloyd hansen drabble #chris evans #the gray man

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jamesbukkakebarnes · 1 year

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#someone commented on my lloyd hansen/steve kemp ficlet thing that it got ripped?? how u gon tell me this and not tell me by who sgdgshsh #also if its true im just shocked flabbergasted even bc that fic was kinda ass lmaoaoa #like im not even a writer this is rly funny if its true #how do u even check for plagiarism of this sort of thing??

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boxofbonesfic · 2 years

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🎃Happy October everyone! 🎃 I am so pleased to be participating in Kinktober this year! Of course I had to put my own spin on it, so without further ado, let me tell you what you have to look forward to this smutty, spooky season!

Every week during the month of October, I will release three kinktober themed ficlets, no more than 2k words each! I have already created a handy little guide for what (and who) to expect this year! It’s a healthy mix of all the things I love, a little horror, a little dark, a little soft!dark—all the things I’m sure you guys have come to expect from me. Right now, all of the options are crossed out because they aren’t posted yet! As I post them, I will add links to this masterlist, and un-cross the list items as I go! Please remember to mind the warnings and tags, and please, enjoy yourselves!

𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹𝓊𝓁𝑒:

Week 1:

Reflection (Ari Levinson x Reader)

Cut (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Exhibit (Lloyd Hansen x Reader)

Week 2:

Bound (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Size (Thor Odinson x Reader)

Edge (Ransom Drysdale x Reader)

Week 3:

Alpha (Lloyd Hansen x Reader)

Aftercare (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Switched (Andy Barber x Reader, Dennis Baker x Reader)

Week 4:

Taste (Steve Kemp x Reader)

Praise: (Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Beg (Curtis Everett x Reader)

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kthynes · 1 year

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For husband for hire does Lloyd like to take her out on dates ? If so what do they usually do/go?

talk of the town

18+

warnings: course language. Fake marriage trope. Mafia!Lloyd. Antsy reader who worries things are becoming a little too real, too fast. A dash of unspoken jealousy from miss reader. Lots of character development.

authors note: just to preface this question with an answer (and a one shot), Lloyd barely takes the reader on dates bc they both make it known to one another that it’s a terminal commitment meaning they were never too keen on getting to know one another in the first place. BUT of course time and proximity changes perspective and this little ficlet is meant to show that.

This has not been beta’d- mistakes are my own

“What are we doing?”

“We are going on a date.” Lloyd looks around the old palatial bistro that eyelets the rich and affluent. He has a tick where he fumbles with the button on his suit jacket, quietly calling to his men that saunter the dimly lit establishment. Head high, feet stumbling in a pair of crystalline Jimmy Choos, you find yourself pivoting sharp turns and wait staff who acknowledge you with awestruck candor. “This isn’t any particular order of business. Just you and I.”

“Oh.” You were used to showing face. Months in as a newly engaged couple, you owed it to Lloyd and his company by sitting pretty and doe eyed, making yourself to be the perfect trophy wife amongst the tribe. Tonight was seemingly auspicious. Foreign music flitted through the high ceilings in a place you’ve never been to before let alone know the name of.

Lloyd looks over his shoulder to espy your bemusement. He takes a gallant step back and levels next to you with a hand gently guiding you forward and through uncharted waters. “Something wrong with that?”

“I don’t know, I just didn’t think it was mandatory for us to go on dates.” You had come to your senses the second you found yourself huddled in his arms, floating up a raft of stairs. Your heels sink and wobble in the ascent. Lloyd’s careful in the short flight.

“You deserve to be taken care of mi Luna.” He assures in a tone that’s entirely ingenuous.

You use a hand to steady yourself away from him. Distance is primitive and you wanted to play it safe. “I can do that very much for myself.”

“With what? That trusty little satisfyer pro of yours?” Lloyd playfully draws you back in. Your body softly collides with his, your expressions fleeting like electricity.

“Oh my fucking god!” You screech, skin set ablaze under the silk dress you had on. Never in this lifetime did you think you’d be caught dirty. Yet here you were incriminated by your vices. You were a fall from grace and Lloyd took the opportunity to wield his case. “Don’t.”

“I hear you going at it at ungodly hours in the morning. You’re never really discreet about it either.” He cuts you with a villainous look that strokes his masochism.

“So what you’re really trying to say is that I have no privacy in that god damn house.” You fight a fight, your body leaning back as his arm barricades a steady hold on your waist. Lloyd liked seeing this side of you. Fiesty and shortcoming. A bit of you was home to him. He couldn’t help but fall for you, slowly, surely, all so inevitably.

“Not when you’re a nymphomaniac.” He finally chuckles. “Look, you don’t have to put out for me. Just have a good time and then actually, with sincerity, thank me later.”

“I don’t owe you that.” He purses his lip, content on being silent but easily taken aback by your flustered beauty. Distracted almost.

“Mr. Hansen.” A petite brunette greets him right by the stair rails. She’s quirky and cute, eyeing you both while you're absently dismissive. “Your table is ready.”

“Thank you Mariella.”

“You two know each other?” You sass, turning to Lloyd once you break out of his grasp. He allows it this one time. But the feeling of letting go, hollows him out. It’s embittering.

“We’ve fucked around here and there.” Lloyd shrugs, jaded as can be. Mariella giggles, clearly approving of the joke.

“Funny.”

“Right this way.” She slices through the tension that stems from your embarrassment which Lloyd gets around in good spirits.

“Learn to take a joke, will yeah?” He murmurs in your hair, his front pressed closely against your back. You don’t feel him but you partly wish you did. Your mind went there and that made you slightly recoil.

“Here you are.” Mariella exhibits a nice sitting area away from the other patrons. The set up was more intimate, a small patio table, two chairs, candles almost everywhere. The red ambiance, sultry sheer curtains. Buckets of champagne, wine, liquor, you name it. Table menus and a private chef. It was inexplicably lavish for comfort, let alone comprehension. As Mariella excuses herself you turn to Lloyd who idles by.

“Is this your place of business?” You wonder, taking in the maroon upholstery that could’ve seen potential bloodshed.

“One of many. So sit…” He eagerly moves you around and pulls out a chair for you like a bred gentleman. You collapse into your seat as he makes way to his with a spiel. “Relax, have a drink or two, see what you like and order away to your heart's content.”

“I’m sorry but I can’t...” You say while on the edge of your seat.

“What?” He cringes, worried about the unimaginable. The panic settles in a decibel.

“You’re taking this way too seriously.” You shake your head.

Lloyd frowns, head hung low and trying to keep the disappointment from being blatant.

“I don’t think I can keep up.”

“But we’re not done here?”

“No but you’re trying to make something out of nothing and I can see that.” You rebut.

“Maybe. But I’m also not giving a fuck.”

“People are little more than convinced, Lloyd.” You state wearily. Everyone has bought into your charade and every day there’s anticipation. You hear the endless musings about potential wedding dates, recounting your meet cute over and over again to those who eagerly ask. There was no means to an end and that’s what worried you the most. Lloyd took it upon himself as a graceful blessing in disguise.

“So let them be!” He starts to pour you a glass of your favorite wine without being asked. “You have nothing to worry about, Bella.”

You let out a disbelieving sigh. “I can’t believe you.”

“Cheers.” He dismisses and clinks glasses with you. There’s some foretelling assurance through his actions. You canvas into the night by going through with the date, quietly keeping your thoughts at bay but your fullest attention on him. The man of the hour. Your best act.

#answered #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen #mafia!lloyd x you #mafia!lloyd hansen #series: husband for hire #chris evans

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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Ro's Bi-Weekly Edit

January 15th - January 28th, 2023

In case you missed any of the posted fics/ficlets this week, here's a quick list with snippets of each!

Five series, mini-series, and one-shot additions for your reading pleasure.

The Root of All Ransom, Part Two, Rated Mature Ransom Drysdale x rich!Reader

The one thing Ransom is not around you is bored. There are people who try so damn hard, thinking whatever makes them likable is good, but none of it is real. At best, they turn out warped, misunderstood because no one knows fuck-all about them. Everything’s been curated. Everything’s been forced. That behavior has always been brutally obvious to him. He grew up surrounded by people faking everything about themselves, disingenuous people. Harlan is the only person who did not put on a front for him. They’re the same that way, but his grandfather allows people to play their little games in front of him, using the intrigue in his novels; Ransom simply tells people to fuck off and does whatever he wants. What occurs to Ran now is you don’t do anything for him. You don’t tailor your behavior to appeal to him in any way, and in fact, you seem to deliberately refuse to be appealing. You’re so obviously uninterested in most of the things Ransom spends his days (and nights) on that he wonders. He rethinks every encounter trying to pinpoint where something changed for you because why else would you pay him any mind whatsoever. He’s searching for warning signs that you’ve taken this the wrong way. He can’t let you expect something from him. Expectations are predictable. Predictable is boring. You are not boring.

Formation, Rated Mature/Dark Challenge Entry, Lloyd Hansen x Reader

He always desires that. It happens at different stages during the night but it always happens. Tonight is one of the rare times he starts slow. The day must have been bad. How can the day be worse when every day Lloyd lives is bad? You'll never ask though. You would never demand anything of him, not even to come. You've learned. You know better. You've been trained.

Wedding, from Book One of The Stark Legacy series Tony Stark's Daughter coming of age adventure

“Champagne?” Sam looked at him quizzically, adjusting her shawl across her shoulders and arms. “You’re old enough right?” “In several countries,” she said, “not this one.” “I won’t tell,” Tony mumbled, swiveling to grab one of the pre-poured flutes from down the bar and handed it over. His eyes flicked toward the tables. “You and that boy seem cozy.” His daughter blushed, rousing mixed feelings in Tony. Love and affection: he could remember the beginning but also the end, and now he resisted watching Sam go through the same. She didn’t take his bait. “How are Big Sam and Parker?” Tony hardly let the pour end before ripping the glass up to his lips. He tapped again. “They’ll be fine. We’ll all be fine.”

The Root of All Random, Part Three, Rated Mature Ransom Drysdale x rich!Reader

For a split second, he contemplates setting the bag on fire and returning its charred remains to you or Linda or both, but instead, he stares at the beautiful thing with narrowed eyes again. He’s such a whore for nice things; he can’t damage it. In his mind, Ransom thinks about how he’ll eventually get bored with it. The bag won’t always look shiny and new. It won’t always be top quality when newer versions come out. He’ll throw it away like all the other stuff. It’s replaceable. It’s not special. It could be one of a kind, and he should not care because it’s just a bag. He doesn’t give a shit about it. He doesn’t give a shit about anything. Then he thinks about his car. It is not new. He is not bored. He sees all the new models and fucking hates them. None are his. It’s special to him, and he knows it’s just a car. His car has never made him look bad. His car has never made him feel exposed. No one has ever looked at his car and thought “what’s a car like you doing with a guy like him” or some stupid shit because it’s just a fucking car.

Waking, from Book Two of The Stark Legacy series Tony Stark's Daughter coming of age adventure

Sam noticed a bit of formula that intrigued her. He was still trying to harness the energy of the infinity stones in a controlled environment, pairing them to be precise. The problem seemed to be what carrier mechanism to use. Bruce saw how Sam studied the screen and started to tilt the monitor away from her. “That’s not…You shouldn’t have anything to do with that—” “Ya know, if you could,” Sam interjected, looking away, fumbling with junk on the counter,, “use the mind and soul stones to recreate Vision. Aunt Wanda would love that. But he would only be a close approximation, assuming you have as much footage of his mannerisms and speech pattern. Oh, but that would be Jarvis.” Sam slipped Missy into the pile while she replaced each piece sloppily. “There is still the possibility you would generate an alternate personality, like a psychopathic robot killer, oh wait…Tony did that. Wanda may kill literally everyone if you dangled him in front of her enough.” She had to walk a fine line between irritating Bruce, but not angering him, and giving him more to think about on top of all of his current work. “Sam, how do you know anything about,” he waved his arm into the paused screen, “this?” She was no actress, but she had the brainpower to over-analyze most of her performance and correct herself. “That's why I'm here, Bruce, because I'm drowning in a bunch of information I already know, and I want, I need something new!” She removed her cap and rubbed the exposed stubble of hair in frustration, and demanded, “so for the love of all innovation, can you throw me a bone?” Sam saw a tiny light come on at the base of her tablet. Blindspot had started. Missy was in action. However, she hadn’t intentionally distracted the doctor with her itchy head.

A/N: Been a crazy couple of weeks. Fewer posts than normal but they are some chonks. Yes, 'The Root of All Ransom' is now 5 parts, up from the originally planned 3, but...no one is surprised.

See you in February!

#ro's bi weekly edit #writing wip #the root of all ransom #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale fanfiction #tony stark fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #original female character #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen smut

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chaseadrian · 2 years

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Ao3 | Writing Tag | Library | Guidelines

My inbox is always open! Requests are currently closed but I am always accepting thots and headcanons! ♥ Fluff / Smut / WIP (✶) / Kinktober ‘22 (🕷)

STRANGER THINGS / ADRIAN CHASE

EDDIE MUNSON (ST)

LIVE WIRE—20.6k ✶ PROLOGUE | CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 fem!reader • series • friends to enemies to lovers • hate sex • referenced trauma

FRAGILE CONCESSIONS—4.2k fem!reader • friends to lovers • voyeurism • mutual masturbation • facesitting

TRAPPED HEAT INSIDE A SMALL, TIN BOX—1.4k 🕷 fem!reader • est. relationship • somnophilia • handjobs • cowgirl • fluff

MUNSON // MYERS—1.8k 🕷 fem!reader • slapping • masks • knifeplay • est. friendship • marijuana use

STALE POPCORN, DISGUSTING SODA—1.5k 🕷 fem!reader • friends to lovers • praise • public sex acts • first kiss • light fluff

DENIM ON ASPHALT—1.1k 🕷 fem!reader • friends to lovers • exhibitionism • blowjobs • facefucking • fluff

LIFE STILLS—1.5k fem!reader • est. relationship • domesticity • playful fighting • referenced trauma

VANDALISM IN THE CLOSET—4k fem!reader • est. relationship • dom!eddie • elopement • hotel!sex • fluff

RED LIGHT AT THE BOWLING ALLEY—6.5k fem!reader • angst • dom!eddie • light degradation • sex in the van

FICLETS

—Eddie + Romantic Wound Dressing —Eddie + Thighfucking —Eddie + After a Show —"You're really good at that" —"You're blushing" / "I know." —“Come kiss me."

STEVE HARRINGTON (ST)

IF YOU CAN ONLY PRETEND—1k 🕷 fem!reader • est. relationship • phone sex • dirty talk • masturbation

DON'T SCOFF AT ME—1.5k gn!reader • friends to lovers • confessions • light angst • dramatic!reader

THE SILENT HOURS—1.8k fem!reader • friends to lovers • angst • happy ending • anxious!steve

FICLETS

—"You were all over me, not that I mind" —"You've never kissed anybody before?" —Steve + Begging

BRUCE WAYNE (2022)

WHITE SHEETS, BLOODIED SHIRT—10.6k PART 1 | PART 2 fem!reader • friends w/ benefits • denial of feelings • angst • hurt/comfort

DRUIG (MCU)

ALWAYS MORE YOURS—2.1k f!reader • est. relationship • mind control • dom!druig

ROBIN BUCKLEY (ST)

THE FEAR IS JUST AN EXCUSE—1.3k 🕷 fem!reader • best friends to lovers • first kiss • guided fingering • making out

FICLETS

"I can't have my first kiss be with some stranger, so could you please practice with me?"

NANCY WHEELER (ST)

"I would love to kiss you, actually."

ARGYLE (ST)

GRAZE, BLAZE, HAZE—2.2k 🕷 fem!reader • best friends to lovers • first kiss • face sitting • making out • nipple play

JONATHAN BYERS (ST)

Jonathan + A Special Place

CHRISTOPHER SMITH (DC)

"So, you come here often?"

BUCKY BARNES (MCU)

"I've wanted to kiss you for awhile."

LLOYD HANSEN (THE GRAY MAN)

TO AID AND ABET YOUR OWN KIDNAPPING—3.8k f!reader • dubcon • spanking • choking • unprotected sex • oral • kidnapping

ADRIAN CHASE (DC)

BLOWN UP, SHOT, AND TAKING A KNEE—3.7k f!reader • est. relationship • angst • reunion • surprise moment

RASPBERRIES ON A CRACKER—1.7k f!reader • best friends • first kiss • picnic & dancing

REARVIEW GLANCES—1.1k f!reader • est. relationship • car sex • eager!adrian

MIRROR ON THE CEILING—20.2k ✶ Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 f!reader • fake relationship • angst • slow burn • violence • denial of feelings

LOVE IS AN EMERALD—5.4k Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 f!reader • friends w/ benefits • feelings realization • jealous!reader

LEFTOVERS IN A THUNDERSTORM—2.2k f!reader • coworkers • hurt/comfort • angst • confessions

WRINKLED SHIRT—1.9k f!reader • coworkers • confessions • handjobs that turn into oral

PACKING TAPE—4.2k f!reader • est. relationship • hurt/comfort • bondage • dom!adrian

INTOXICATION—3.2k f!reader • est. relationship • mention of violence • sub!adrian

DEFINITIONS—1.1k gn!reader • est. relationship • mention of sex • confessions of love

SORE MUSCLES—2k f!reader • est. relationship • sleep play • switchy!adrian

PRIVATE PROPERTY—3.1k f!reader • est. relationship • domestic • outside sex

ANOMALY FLIRT—1.7k gn!reader • coworkers • marvel crossover - bucky barnes • jealous!adrian

FICLETS

DESIGNATED SMOKING ZONE

SPILLED COFFEE

"If there's nothing going on there, you won't mind if I ask them out?"

“I’m scared.” + Reader has a nightmare

“It’s dark outside, and it’s raining. My arms are much safer” + “We're not just friends, you know that.”

“Why are you staring at me?” “Because you’re beautiful.”

“If you asked me to marry you tomorrow, I’d say yes.” “What about today?”

“Good girl, that’s a good fucking girl.” + “Shh, you don’t want the others to hear do you?”

“You can give me another one, can’t you baby? For me, please?”

“I hate to do this but you’re giving me no choice.”

Adrian + Aftercare

Adrian + Obsessed with Reader

Adrian Chase + cheering on his badass partner

Adrian + A Partner who matches his energy

Chris takes Adrian to a strip club

Adrian + Deaf/HOH Friend

HEADCANONS

Adrian Chase: Acts of Service vs. Physical Touch As A Love Language Jealous!Adrian Adrian + Desperate Sex Adrian + Mutual Obsession Adrian + Comfort Adrian + Renaissance Faire Adrian + Hero Worship for Chris Adrian + FTM Partner Adrian + Neck Kisses Adrian + Praise Adrian + College Adrian + Boy Scouts Adrian + Music 11th Street Kids + Mario Kart

#adrian chase x reader #adrian chase #vigilante #vigilante x reader #vigilante x you #adrian chase x you #adrian chase fic #vigilante fic #masterlist #peacemaker

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ronearoundblindly · 11 months

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Ro's Bi-Weekly Edit

May 7th - May 20th, 2023

In case you missed it, here are the fics and ficlets posted within the last two weeks!

Below the cut are links and snippets of an ask game compilation and 2 one-shots:

List of Comfort Drabble Asks

a challenge of nine completed asks from a prompt list which includes: Steve Rogers Ransom Drysdale Ari Levinson Lloyd Hansen and Curtis Everett (first fic I've written of him, too!)

Hit By Fate, one-shot life lesson Steve Rogers x reader

Steve Rogers buries his hands in his jean pockets, folding himself more into the cover of his hoodie and leather jacket. “You wanted to help me?” you croak. He ticks his head in confusion, respectfully indicating that you’ve asked the one and only dumb question known to mankind. “Why?” You don’t even know what you’re asking about now. Why me? Why today? Why now? Why not? You don’t notice your hands are shaking until he grips them gently. “I can take you to the hospital,” he offers. “I’m fine.” The repeat earns you another frown. “I’m not…hurting,” you clarify. “That’s called shock, sweetheart.”

Rerouted, one-shot fight and makeup Jake Jensen x reader

“Please don’t say stuff like that. I’m trying.” “I am, too.” You square your shoulders to his and rip the drink out of his hand. “But isn’t trying and trying and not succeeding just failing in slow motion? Because that’s what it feels like to me every time you choose a fucking machine over me.” “That’s not fair.” Your glare stops that line cold. “What I mean is—ok, this is too…” Jake puts on the dark sunglasses. “Imagine my very sincere, partially-blind eyes when I say this is the best I’ve got. You know I don’t know how to be—“ “I swear to god if you say ‘lovah,’ Jake Jensen.” Little shit is always making a joke out of everything. Since that is exactly what he was about to say, Jake cocks his hip and scratches his goatee. “Fine. Boyfriend. I’ve never gotten this far with someone, but I want it. I want this. I want it with you. I can’t be better until—ya know—try shit to do the best I can and maybe, actually, get better.” You bitterly sip your sweet treat, saying flatly, “Charming.”

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#ro's bi weekly edit #in case you missed it #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #jake jensen fanfiction #jake jenson x reader

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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Ro's Bi-Weekly Edit

March 26th - May 6th, 2023

In case you missed it, here are the fics and ficlets posted in the last two four five weeks! Whoopsy daisy, got behind...

Below the cut, you'll find 5 works from 3 series, 2 standalone one-shots, and a link to an ongoing prompt game.

Rupture/Puncture, part three of Threadbare Steve Rogers x Fashion Designer!Reader

Steve picks up the mug left beside him and moves to say ‘thank you.’ It’s not a travel cup like Byron or Abby brings out to the cops which Steve assumes means this was your drink. Tony must have called while you were waking up, too. “Your efforts are—“ Steve turns to see an empty roof again “—unnecessary.” You’re gone. The access door closed again. “I bet you’re already halfway here,” Tony muses. “You doing that power-run thing?” The call disconnects and Steve lets it fall with his arm, limp in his lap. He sips at the steaming tea for mere seconds before it occurs to him. If he texts himself from your phone, he’ll have your number. “Damnit,” Steve exclaims when the locked screen taunts him. Thank god the Team doesn’t actually know how bad he is at this. It’s embarrassing, really. He deserves to skulk around on concrete treetops and sleep on stone.

Smells Like Team Spirit, Mature One-Shot Lloyd Hansen x Reader x Steve Rogers

You have to cover a squeak while you flop onto the mattress. This sort of dominance is nothing like Steve Rogers even on his most confident day. Steve is always measured and a little tentative, his force reined in to the point of being boring after so many years. This is all flush and feral with the promise of oblivion, and in the strangest way, you still associate every second as with Steve, not Lloyd Hansen. The exercise in trust--the sheer fact that he was willing to entertain this idea, must less the practice--is a show of devotion from Steve you never thought possible. And then Lloyd kneels down and pushes your legs apart. "Open up for me. That's it. Good girl."

Necking Region, part four of Threadbare Steve Rogers x Fashion Designer!Reader

You pause on the first step and peek at him over your shoulder. “So…’Button,’ huh?” He blushes furiously and focuses on your balance when you won’t. The dress train is long enough to require he lift it so he can see the stairs beneath his own feet. You two climb slowly. “Well,” Steve blusters, repositioning the layers so one of his hands on your hip sits under your own hand that lifts the front bustle, “‘Handsome,’ right?” One step up. You snort. “You say that like it’s odd that I’m attracted to you, but I think I thoroughly proved that tonight, mister.” Another step up, and you’re about three-quarters of the way there. Steve can’t hold back anymore though, not even till the top of one flight. He uses his grip to spin you around and nudges his foot under your skirts, rising to the stair just below you. You’ve dropped all else and grabbed onto him for balance, cupping his cheeks like he saw you do earlier tonight. You have to lean down to him as his whole being screams ‘let me kiss you.’

Eight-Thirty PM, an It Had To Be You tale, Rated Mature CEO!Steve Rogers x CEO!Reader

Steve’s so disappointed, in mourning for his last moments before even more travel, running his fingers along the silky fabric of your blouse, the supple leather of your skirt, and the soft cotton of your panties. “Maybe we should sit,” you suggest, thinking he’ll walk you over to one of the three chairs in the room, but Steve plunks his ass down right on his coats pooled atop the carpet. He pulls you into his lap, hands still roaming your clothing. He seems resigned to staring at the sliver of your décolleté beyond your collar, and it’s natural to tease him by starting to unbutton it. Two weeks is too long to go without seeing that slack-jawed look of envy for the fabrics that are allowed to kiss your skin all day. He’s as ravenous as an addict before they fall right back off the wagon. “Okay,” you say finally.

Whisky, Book II of The Stark Legacy Tony Stark's Daughter coming-of-age epic

“Go ahead, you can ask,” he prompted, having heard all sorts of outrageous, mostly rude, comments and questions about the metal appendage. How much can you carry? Can you pull it off and on to sleep or clean? Can it spin around in all directions? Are there weapons inside of it? Can you crush a guy with only that thing? How much did it hurt when they put it on you? Do you have to charge it separately? These were the normal questions. Every once in a while, someone would ask if he missed being a whole human, and that one particularly hurt. “Would you ever want a real arm back?” Sam said sheepishly. The way Sam asked him, though, was unlike anyone else. She did not imply he was not a human, she asked what he wanted instead of what he could do, and most curiously she seemed to believe he could have a real arm again. Still, Bucky wouldn’t be stitched together with a corpse’s arm. “I’m not Frankenstein’s monster,” Bucky replied, slowly and deliberately, “that’s how I ended up like this.” Sam took and drank from the bottle. “You know, the monster was the most genuine and kind person in that book.” She looked down at the grass between her feet, very quietly adding, “Forget I asked. I’m sorry.”

Test, Book II of The Stark Legacy Tony Stark's Daughter coming-of-age epic

Someone landed a solid blow, based on the hollow sound of smacking skin, before it was Falcon who rushed back into the digital blue air. “I’m done,” he yelled, and from behind him came a fluttering mass of birds, a kamikaze group that dove towards the platform with a violent speed. “What the hell,” Barnes yelled. Not one bird touched Falcon, who did not flinch, but immediately after diving out of the projection the sound of slashing and pings against the vibranium surface of Cap’s shield rang out. The projection couldn’t show enough definition in Sam Wilson’s expression to tell how much control he was exerting. This was new, by the look on Bucky’s face, a behavior of his friend he had never seen. “Big Sam, stop!” Samantha panicked and jumped in front of Bucky on the platform. “It’s Lil’Sam. Do you remember me?” The fluttering died immediately, and Falcon’s focus shifted to her. The streaming blue figure slowly approached her. Bucky instinctively wrapped an arm in front of her, but she kept talking. “You taught me how to bluff in cards. You taught me to watch the sky. You said that could tell me everything I needed to know—” He was directly in front of her now. Any closer and the projector would have cut off his nose. “You said you would make it right,” Falcon whispered to Sam Stark.

Dirty Doodle, Rated Mature Steve Rogers x Artist!Reader

Bucky pops into the lounge for a snack. "Hey, guys." You beam, tossing a wink over your shoulder since poor Steve is still beet red and struggling to decipher all the meaning in your sketch. You don't imagine Captain Rogers knows what 'tentacle porn,' 'monster fucking,' or 'hentai' are but, by god, it's fun to watch the wheels turn. Then Bucky slows his approach to the counter, eyeing your sketchpad curiously. "Is that..." Bucky shakes his head. "Never mind." "I made a drawing of Steve," you announce proudly, "pretty good likeness, I think." Bucky steps closer with a controlled expression. "Uh huh, that's definitely Stevie."

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