#Ransom and Minx
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All These Things and More
Paring: Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Minx)
Part of the Minx Series
Word Count: 2.8 K
Summary: Ransom is a dad now, but you’re neglecting Daddy
Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, RPF. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Cute little baby vibes, Ransom as a soft dad, Minx as a good mom, a little bit of angst, going overboard for the holidays, pining. Lactation kink, breast play, oral sex (m receiving), degradation kink, allusion to fingering, female receiving oral, creampie, edging, overstimulation, and anal.
A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask. This is a companion piece to Coercion and Marshmallow World.
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Ransom rolled over into a pile of pink cuteness.
You were dead asleep in your custom pink chiffon nursing nightgown, and his daughter, dressed in a flowery pink footed sleeper, had wiggled out of your arms and was sitting up, staring at him with the biggest, prettiest eyes he’d ever seen.
Ransom frowned when he realized that you must have gotten up to get her from the nursery in the middle of the night instead of waking him. He’d told you about getting your rest. But Golden was going through a growth spurt and had taken to waking up in the middle of the night after a few months of sleeping through.
Ransom’s frown melted as his daughter smiled and laughed at him, waving cutely. Another woman had his heart now and her puff of blonde curly hair and light brown skin made her the most beautiful baby in the world, he thought.
Especially since he thought she looked just like you.
“Hey Goldennnn.”
He reached out for her and drew her onto his chest.
“How’s Daddy’s little girl this mornin’?’”
Ransom whispered his Boston drawl to his daughter, careful not to wake you up. It was only 5:30 AM.
“Bbbbbbbbbbbbb… DaDaDaDaDa.”
Even though she was blowing bubbles and climbing on his face, Ransom’s heart beat out of his chest at his daughter’s address.
“That’s right. Dada!”
Ransom whispered excitedly. He smiled at her and decided she needed some new diamond earrings, the ones in her ears were too small. As he lifted her, he also decided that she needed to be changed.
Ransom looked over to you to make sure you were still sleeping, then, he eased out of the bed and managed to get her down the hall to her nursery to change her diaper and sit down in the rocker after warming a bottle of breastmilk that you kept in the mini fridge in her room.
Ransom was the only one who could get her to take a bottle, otherwise, you breastfed her exclusively, with a few baby foods, even at 8 months old.
Golden got sleepy right away after taking most of the warm bottle, and Ransom cleaned her lips with the burp cloth and gazed at her sleeping face for a while, before putting her on his chest and daydreaming of your wedding the previous year.
You got the big June wedding of your dreams, despite Ransom wanting to elope. And it was outside, which really sucked because his fucking allergies made Ransom tear up just as you were walking down the aisle.
Your insipid little friends were always talking about how star studded the wedding was, but all Ransom remembered was you in your stunning dress and the adventure of making love to his wife that night.
You had him sex starved after depriving him for a month, and let’s just say that he’d had to pay off some of the hotel staff. You probably got pregnant that night, as much cum as there was everywhere.
Ransom was awakened by a flash going off because you were snapping pictures.
“Sorry Ran.”
You whispered and grinned at your man. He was such a good father. And you knew he loved you, he even told you so when he felt especially secure. Usually after you let him do everything that he (and you) wanted in bed.
Ransom rubbed his eyes and stood up to gently put Golden in her crib. He watched her for a minute and then walked over to you.
“I told you about that, Minx.”
“But you look so cute when you’re being Golden’s dad. Makes me want you more, Daddy.”
You pouted up at him and his heart melted. He loved him some you, especially since you’d become his wife and mother to his child. But he tried to look tough, which only seemed to make you light up more.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Minx.”
Ransom bent down and hauled you up over his shoulder, giving your ass a slap as you giggled your way down the hall.
“I swear, If you wake her up….”
He deposited you on the bed as you let down the straps of your nightgown.
“I appreciate you feeding her, but what am I gonna do with all this milk now? I’m so uncomfortable. Need some relief Ran, baby…”
You looked up at him with those huge doe eyes and those huge, full tits, and his dick got hard.
Ransom always loved your tits, but they were huge with weight right now and pointing right at him.
He was super excited to help out, but he rolled his eyes to feign disinterest.
“Shit. I have to do everything around here. Have to be the Nanny, have to be the breast pump.”
You started to cover up, knowing this game too well.
“Sorry, Ran.”
Ransom saw your pout, sighed and climbed into bed with you, reaching for you and pulling you near.
“Come over here, Minx.”
The look on Ransom’s face betrayed his need as he reached for you. You smiled at him, ready to enjoy a morning in his arms. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he started to relieve you with those lips of his, and his hands, oh his hands, they relieved you in other ways.
After Ransom put you to sleep and had a quick shower, Golden woke up and Ransom hurried into her room.
A father’s work was never done.
That was the week before Thanksgiving, over a month ago, and it was the last time he felt you had time for him. Your first Christmas together as a married couple, you were six months pregnant, and the Holidays were spent with Ransom cussing out his family and friends who accused you of trying to trap him with a baby.
“Fucking idiot, can you fucking count?” Was his favorite refrain.
Ransom didn’t tell them that you didn’t trap them with this baby, you’d blackmailed him into a relationship using a recording of him blackmailing you with revenge porn months before the wedding.
You two also spent the Holidays eating and lazily fucking every night, morning, and any other time you got your greedy little hands on his dick. He was in heaven, the center of your little newlywed world.
This holiday season had been both the best, and the worst, for Ransom. It was going to be Golden’s first Christmas, and, as a true Thrombey woman (you included) she was fascinated with shiny things.
His little girl had his eyes and your smile and brown skin, causing everyone to stop and stare who saw her. An added bonus was that when she was born, his parents stopped being such assholes, because Golden had everyone wrapped around her teeny tiny little finger.
This Christmas, you were a woman possessed. Well, more than usual.
The second Thanksgiving was over, because Ransom would not permit it before then, you went into full Golden’s First Christmas mode.
Friday morning, Ransom rolled over and both you and Golden were gone. The bed was empty, and cold.
Nanny number one, Lina, had Golden and was bottle feeding her in her room. Ransom was livid.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Ransom made the poor woman jump, but she managed a smile anyway.
“Oh, Mr. Hugh. Mrs. Drysdale said that you would be thrilled that someone else could feed the baby. Surprise.”
Ransom was boiling mad on the inside.
“It’s Ransom. Mr. Drysdale to you, Lina,” Ransom spat as he watched his baby girl giggle in Lina’s arms.
She pulled off the bottle to say, “Dadadadada,” as if admonishing him. He leaned over, rubbed her hair and kissed her forehead, noting her sleepy eyes.
“Make sure that you burp her before you put her down.”
Ransom put on his robe and slippers over his silk pajamas and padded downstairs, expecting to find you there. What he did find was the chef, Angie, in the kitchen and a note from you.
You had gone shopping with Linda, of all people. Ransom was left alone. So he moped around the house in between playing with Golden all day until you got home, loaded down with tons of Christmas decorations.
He was surly at the dinner table while you rattled off your holiday plans, but you didn’t notice, or didn’t care, and by the time Ransom was ready for you to make it up to him, he found you and Golden knocked out in the bed.
It was this way for a month. Shopping, deliveries and installation of lights, trees, decorations, parties and playdates, everything that you thought Golden would love. But no nookie for Daddy. And you even had the nerve to begin to wean Golden, which meant your milk supply was getting low.
Ransom was someone even the Grinch would think would need to lighten up.
And the presents.
The entire first level was filled with presents for Golden. Ransom bought out FAO Schwarz for her. And the diamond district in New York was well compensated for dealing with Ransom on his search for the most flawless matching Mommy/Daughter diamonds.
But for some inexplicable reason, he missed you.
You were with him every night, next to him in bed, but he didn’t have your attention. It was bad enough that you spent so much time on the baby, but that was only right. You were his soul mate. Even though he’d loved you madly, when you became mother to his child, it seems he loved you more.
But now, you were obsessed with being Mrs. Claus, not Mrs. Drysdale. And that pissed Ransom off. Big time.
Ransom was still a grumpy bug when the families gathered on Christmas Eve for dinner and stayed over on Christmas morning to watch Golden “open” her presents.
He wasn’t telling people to eat shit, but you knew he was unsettled. But you didn’t know that he had a plan.
On Christmas night, after Golden was in bed, Ransom switched off the Christmas carols that had been piped throughout the house.
You went up to him, full of mirth and quipped, “My house, my rules, the Christmas music stays on.”
Ransom rolled his eyes and didn’t laugh, clearly done with being in the Christmas spirit.
“What’s wrong, Ran?”
“Nothing. Just got to get away from this nonsense. I’m leaving.”
Panic filled you. You thought he finally had enough.
“But Ransom, why? Will you leave me and Golden?”
“Oh shut up Minx, I’d never leave Golden. And you’re coming with me. Pack a bag.”
You were filled with relief, but you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t push back.
“Where are we going, Ransom? I can’t just…”
“You can, and you will. Golden had a great Christmas. She hardly knew what was going on, but she loved it. Now it’s my turn.”
You loved it when Ransom pouted and was needy, but you tried to reason with him.
“How long will we be gone Ran….?”
“Am I your husband?”
Ransom yelled at you. For the first time since Golden was born.
You were shook; Ransom was really emotional.
“Of course, but…”
“But nothing. Your mother is here, she’d be thrilled to fight Linda for the privilege to watch Golden. And you’ve almost weaned her. It’s perfect. You need to spend some time attending to your wifely duties. Which means you pay attention to me.”
Ransom wasn’t yelling anymore, but he was still adamant.
You fought the urge to laugh at Ransom because he had a point. You’d virtually ignored him. You decided to go with the flow.
“Well, what do I need to pack? Is it cold wherever we’re going?”
“I’m sure it is. Just pack enough for a day or two. We’ll go shopping when we get there, that is if you’re not too much of a cockslut and can have me not filling all your holes for a couple of hours…”
You shivered at the delicious promise. And you were ready to go right now. You reached for his pants. Ransom pushed you away.
“Save it, we’ve got to leave in an hour. Be ready.”
Ransom walked into his closet and left you reeling.
You met Ransom in the car in 56 minutes, only packing three Hermes bags to take along. You were shifting in your seat, wet already, wondering what adventures awaited you ahead.
Ransom spared you a cursory glance, but was silent most of the way.
“Stop squirming, it’s annoying,” was the only thing he said to you.
But you looked down and noticed that he was tapping his finger on his thigh. And that his pants were very tight around his crotch area. It was then that you realized that you missed him as much as he missed you.
“Sorry Ran, It’s just that I don’t have any panties on, and this sweater dress feels kinda good…”
You crossed and uncrossed your legs, capturing Ransom’s eyes which went from the supple leather of your brown boots, up the hem of your dress that matched the sweater that he had on. You could see him gulp and lick his lips. He shifted and then replied.
“I don’t give a fuck, calm your ass down and stop moving.”
“Yes, Ran.”
The look that you gave him, coupled with the faux show of submission had him almost feral. He leaned forward and banged on the partition.
“Speed it up, asshole!”
You smirked in your seat as Ransom tried to spur the driver on.
“You seem tense, Ran. Anything I can do to help.”
You put your hand on his knee.
“You should do something, since you got me all wound up. Didn’t want to jack off and spill my seed down the shower. Since we got married, you said it would only be used to fill you up.”
You rubbed his thigh.
“I’m sorry, Ransom. Can.. can you let me swallow it down my throat?”
Ransom didn’t respond, although you were squeezing his dick through his pants. You took that as a yes and got down between his legs, unzipping him and bring out his large dick.
Ransom looked down on you and placed one hand on your head and the other found your nipple through the dress. You weren’t wearing a bra either.
You spit on his dick and started pumping him, licking your lips as he stared you down.
“No underwear at all. Just live to get fucked. You’re my little whore, aren’t you? You still love to be a freak. Suck my dick, Minx. Not too sloppy now.”
Ransom leaned back and thrust his bobbing and weaving dick up at you as your pussy wept and your mouth watered.
“Yes, Daddy.”
You nodded and opened your mouth, deep throating him, red lipstick leaving marks on his throbbing member as you slowly pulled off.
“Fuck, Minx.”
You bobbed on his cock, choking and coughing and spluttering, while managing to keep everything neat and playing with his balls.
“So, so, so, good with that hot little slut mouth, Minx. Fuck! Take it all.”
You loudly gulped as he came, causing him to pulse extra spend down your throat.
“Thank you for the fluff, Daddy.”
Ransom just grunted and zipped up as the car pulled down the road to the airstrip where the Thrombey Gulfstream was parked.
You turned to him with glee, clapping your hands.
“A flight? Where are we going?”
“Paris. Now get your ass on that plane.”
“Yay! Thank you Daddy.”
You kissed his cheek and got out of the car when the driver opened the door, ready to fly, while Ransom watched you with a warm feeling and rubbing his cheek. Damn, he was whipped.
After you boarded the plan, and toasted with champagne, Ransom told you of the plan to stay in that one hotel you loved from your honeymoon. The one with the view of the Eiffel Tower and the excellent room service.
“That’s great Ran. Because you’re right, you’re not gonna want to leave this pussy alone.”
Ransom’s eyes changed as you go up to enter the private bedroom on the plane. When he joined you in the room that was filled with a king sized bed, he found you sitting on the edge of the bed, leaned back, legs open.
Ransom pushed a few buttons on the keypad by the door to the bedroom cabin, and up popped a view of you sitting on the bed, displayed on the television above the door. Your eyes watched the monitor as Ransom stood before you and pushed you back down on the bed.
Ransom took your boots off, then pushed the dress up your body with his huge, warm hands, skimming your thighs up to your breasts. He pulled the garment off of you, then grabbed your hair for a searing kiss while he roughly groped and pinched your nipple.
You moaned at the delicious pain and at his passion, trying to tear his clothes off faster than he could disrobe as he went back down your body.
“Gonna make you cum until you beg me to stop, and then I’m gonna fuck this weeping cunt, filling you to the brim with my cum, Minx. Then I’m gonna take that ass. And if we have time on this seven hour flight, we’ll do it all over again.”
“Yes, Ransom.”
You pulled his hair as you watched him eat you out in high definition on the monitor, then flicked your eyes over to the camera to make sure the red light was on.
“All these things and more…”
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His maid
Summary: He wants to get his hands on you.
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Maid(plussized)!Reader
Warnings: Ransom being an asshole, kinda harassment, I’ll label this one dub-con, maid kink, smut, unprotected sex,light spanking, doggy style, sex over/on a kitchen counter, language, whore, slut, cum dumpster, creampie, slut-shaming, Sir kink, daddy kink, plot twist
A/N: Sweater daddy is back…👀👀
Random snaps his fingers, grunting as Fran ignores him. “Help!” Ransom mutters. “Who’s that?” He points at you standing next to Harlan Thrombey, your new employer. “FRANNIE, I’m talking to you.”
“That’s the new maid, Y/N. She will take over my job for a few weeks. I got to take care of my mother,” Fran rolls her eyes as Ransom undresses you with his eyes. “She’s a nice person. Leave her alone, Hugh.”
“Who asked you,” he bites back. “What a nice little bee landing in my spiderweb.” Ransom smirks darkly. His eyes drift toward your plump ass, and he can’t help it. He roughly cups his crotch.
“HUGH!” Fran can’t believe Ransom sometimes. “You know the word sexual harassment, right?”
“I didn’t think about you, Frannie,” he snickers but drops his hand from his crotch. He will be damned if he doesn’t feel your sweet cunt wrapped around him. So far he seduced all maids Harlan hired. Well, all maids but Fran.
Ransom’s features darken as you run one hand over your skirt to straighten it. He growls low in his throat, already imagining slapping your cheeks with his large hands. “Oh yeah, my chubby little maid. I’ll fuck the sweetness out of you…”
“Fuck,” you exclaim as you drop the broom in your hands. Ransom scared the shit out of you when he sneaked behind you.
“Help, I need you to clean the mess in the guestroom.”
“Mess?”
“Mess. Now, hop-hop, bunny,” he purrs in your ear. Ransom steps even closer, almost pressing his heated body against your smaller frame. “I hate sleeping on dirty sheets.”
“But I just changed the sheets!” there is still so much to do, and you’ve got no time for Ransom’s nonsense. Fran warned you, and she didn’t exaggerate.
“Well, that was before I fucked that sweet bunny last night,” he breathes into your neck. “I hate sleeping on cum and pussy juices, you know. I can still smell her cum. She came so hard on my fingers.”
“If you can’t use your dick right, you have to use what you got,” you quip. Ransom grunts as you grab the broom and make your way toward the kitchen. “I’ll clean your room later. I need to take care of the mess in the kitchen first.”
“No. You will take care of the guestroom first,” Ransom follows you. “Harlan is not around this week. I’m here to take care of the house, and you will do as I say.”
“Harlan wants me to keep the kitchen and bathrooms sparkling clean,” you turn around to size Ransom up. “I will take care of your room later, Sir.”
He inhales sharply. His dick twitches in his pants as you give him a sweet pout. God, how he wants to break your body and mind. “Fine. Have it your way. Be aware I will not forget your insubordination.”
“We are not in the army, Ransom,” you snicker. “You’re not my boss either. Don’t get your thong in a twist.”
“Damnit, she makes me rock-hard that little minx. For weeks she resists me and my dick. I need to have her…”
“Ransom, it’s two in the morning. Why did you call me to come here?” you rub your still-tired eyes as Ransom lets you inside the mansion. “What’s so important it couldn’t wait till later?”
“You did not clean my room,” he lies.
“I did clean the guestroom. I even disinfected the mattress knowing what you did inside with all these women,” you snap at him. “If you’ll excuse me now, I’ll drive back home and take the day off.”
“I got a new working outfit for you too,” Ransom grins. This can’t be good. “A maid should wear a proper uniform, right? I bought it for you.”
“What? Harlan said it’s fine to wear my normal clothes.”
You follow Ransom inside, already fearing the worst. Ransom buying an outfit for you can’t be good.
“Here it is.” He grins from ear to ear as he holds up two garters. Ransom twirls them around his index finger, smirking darkly. “I got a nice maid uniform for you too.”
“That’s sexual harassment, Ransom!”
“It’s Hugh for the help but,” he steps closer to place the garters in your hands, “I’ll make an acceptation for you, sweetness.”
“I won’t wear this shit,” you drop the garters to the ground. “If you don’t stop, I’ll call Harlan. You know, he won’t be amused hearing you wanted me to wear this!”
You twirl around and stomp toward the door. “I know you will change your mind, bunny. One way or another…”
“Sweetness. My chubby bunny,” Ransom coos as he waltzes into the kitchen. You’re busy scrubbing the kitchen counter and ignore him. “We need to talk about the broken vase in the living room. You know, that was Grandpa’s favorite.”
“What broken vase?” you drop the sponge and turn around to look at Ransom. “Not ten minutes ago there wasn’t a broken vase!”
“I think you forgot you and your plump ass kicked it off the table,” his features darken as you look at him like deer in headlights. “I could tell Harlan it was me, though. If only you give me a reason to do so.”
He holds up the maid outfit and the garters again. “No.”
“It’s only fair, bunny. I’ll give the world to get my hands on you,” he dips his head and looks you up and down. “I want you to wear this and clean the kitchen. Maybe I will help you too.”
“I don’t believe you.”
You make a beeline around Ransom to get to the living room. If he fucked with you again, you’ll call Harlan this time.
“No. Why did you do this?” you cry as the vase lies on the ground. Shattered. Broken. “That was Harlan’s favorite!”
“Let me help you, bunny,” he waves the flimsy outfit in front of your face. “Just give in. I know you touched yourself moaning my name. You get off on the way I treat you. I will give you all you need. A thick cock to make you stop overthinking things.”
“If I wear this, will you tell Harlan it was you?” you grab the outfit and garters, swallowing thickly as Ransom purrs your name.
“I’ll tell him it was me if you do as I say tonight, and for the rest of the week.” You shudder, but nod. “You’re such a sweet bunny for me.”
“Fuck, that’s perfect,” Ransom groans loudly as you bend over the kitchen island to scrub it. “Lift your skirt, show me that perfect ass.”
You roll your eyes but lift the short skirt to show Ransom you are wearing the garters. One on each thigh, and nothing else underneath.
“I want you to scrub this counter sparkling clean, maid,” he tuts as you look over your shoulder. “But spread those legs first and show me your cunt.”
“I hate this,” you mutter under your breath, but do as he says. You spread your legs and bend even further to give him a good look at your soaked cunt.
“You love it, little slut,” he steps toward the counter to slap your ass roughly. Your cheeks jiggle and he does it again. “You’re a whore for my cock, just like every other bitch I fucked.”
Ransom grips your ass and roughly kneads your globes. “A hole to get filled with my cum,” he slaps your ass harder, making you cry out. “You’ll take my cock and thank me later after I screwed your brains out.”
“Yes, Sir…” you mumble.
“You will scrub this counter better, slut. I want to eat from the counter. If you can’t clean it properly, you’ll lick it clean with your tongue.”
You harrumph but scrub the counter even harder. It’s a struggle to focus as Ransom kicks his shoes off. You hear his clothes ruffling and his pants drop to the ground.
“Such a nice maid I have,” he grips your hips to press your ass into his crotch. You can feel his cock against your flesh. Pre-cum smears all over your skin, and you quiver as he moves his hands to your chest to rip the blouse you’re wearing open.
Your breasts spill out of the torn fabric, and he immediately cups your plush flesh.
“I knew you are going to be mine,” he purrs in your ear as he harshly tugs at your nipples. You whine as he rolls the pebbled nubs between his skilled fingers.
You hate to admit it, but slick runs down your thighs for Ransom Drysdale. The worst guy you ever met.
“How will you sing when I’m finally inside of you to ruin this pussy. I bet it will be a symphony if you already moan like a bitch in heat when I touch your tits.”
“I hate you.”
“I know,” he bites your earlobe, tugging at it while groping your tits. He won’t let up. Ransom grinds his painfully hard cock into your ass, groaning as you push back onto him. “It makes this even hotter. You will take my cock and call me anything I want to. You’re such a slut for me.”
Words are lost on you when Ransom movies his hands toward your hips. “Put your hands on the counter and shut your mouth. Daddy is going to fuck you know and you will love it.”
You bite your lower lip as he guides the tip toward your dripping hole. He teases your entrance with the wide head.
“Beg me.”
He pushes the tip in, only to pull back out. “Beg me!” He warns and slaps your cheek this time. “Slut!”
“Please.”
“You can do better.”
Another slap and another hit your cheek. “Please fuck me.”
“That’s much better,” he runs his hand over your stinging cheek and guides the tip back in. “Tell me how much you want my cock.”
“I need it so bad, Sir.”
Ransom pushes into you completely, ignoring that your walls fight the intrusion of his thick length. He immediately starts to give you shallow thrusts, and slowly pumps into you.
“Now you will move that perfect ass and fuck this slicked cunt on my cock. You won’t stop until you came all over me and milked me dry.”
You place your hands flat on the kitchen counter to brace yourself before you slowly start to move back and forth his length. “Such a good girl, fucking her slutty hole on my cock.”
He slaps your ass again, making you yelp. “Faster, bunny. I want you to sweat a little. We are not here to make love.”
“I’m doing my best,” you pant. “I worked all day, and now you want me to work your cock too.”
“Aw, my little bunny is tired, huh? Maybe you are too tired for an orgasm too. Do you want me to pull out and jerk off? I could cum all over your ass and paint it with my cream.”
“Please. No.”
You move a little faster.
“Faster, bunny,” he grunts and slaps your cheeks with both hands. “I want you to fuck me as if your life depends on it. Come on, do your job. I want you to work harder for me.”
“You don’t even know how to work hard.”
You push back harder onto his cock. “You want me to work this cunt, huh? Really? Cause I will ruin it once you let me have control.”
“Show me, Daddy…”
He makes an odd noise. “You asked for it.”
Ransom grips your hips harder, leaving bruises you will feel in the morning. Right now, you couldn’t care less because he starts to drag you onto his thick cock, making your tits bounce at the force of his thrusts.
He grunts, and curses as your cunt feels snug and warm around his length.
Ransom speeds up as you finally give him what he wanted all along. You moan and scream his name while scratching your nails over the kitchen counter.
“I will cum inside of you and fill you up with my spunk. When I’m done with you, I’ll take a picture and send it to Harlan. He will see you are nothing but my cum dumpster.”
It doesn’t matter Ransom is the worst. Your body ignores he makes you sick as his cock just feels too good inside of you.
He slams into you, shouting your name as his dick twitches deep within you. Ransom grips your shoulders, holding you down on the kitchen counter as he keeps on moving. “Fucking cum, princess. Now.”
“Yes. Daddy,” you whine as your walls quiver around his softening cock. His cum along with your juices run down your thighs when he pulls out to slap your pussy lips. “Thank you.”
“Anytime, bunny. Now spread those legs and let me take a picture…”
“I loved it when you cleaned the kitchen counter in the costume,” Ransom snickers darkly. “What do we want to try next, bunny? I could be your boss and you are my naughty secretary, or how about I’m a plumper and clean your pipes?”
“If you explain to Harlan why I quit, and that I never was his maid in the first place, I consider doing another roleplay.”
Ransom gently kneads the knots out of your shoulders and hums. Your boyfriend is obsessed with roleplays and you are more than eager to encourage his kink.
“I got it! You are a waitress and drop food into my lap. You will ride my dick for punishment…”
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Kinktober 2023, Day 5
We Don't Need No Thought Control
Summary: Ransom could always block out others thoughts. It never bothered him. Never was an issue until you. A student that not only tested his nerves daily, but one that had the most salacious thoughts in her head. If you wanted to be used so much, you could just say it out loud. He definitely gets off on punishing you. It’s what you deserve.
Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, mind reading, teasing, female masturbation in public, degradation, age gap, teacher/student, mentions multiple of multiple partners, bondage, unprotected sex, PIV sex, blindfold, creampie, implied snowballing, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.9K
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Ransom looks back out to the class, trying to skip over your face. Why were your thoughts so loud? It was a burden hearing people’s voices, but yours were screaming. You weren’t paying attention to anything he was teaching, but your thoughts were on him. Little minx.
You were about as filthy as the books you always had with you. Your brand of porn. Age gaps and professors, and he was your current fantasy. How you needed life to imitate art. The scenarios you thought had him wanting to sin and go against his moral code. On the outside you looked like this sweet and innocent young lady. On the inside you were so fucking deviant. You wanted to be used.
You wanted not just Ransom to use you, but to bring in Ransom’s friends, while you sweetly cooed, “Yes, Professor Drysdale,” just before your mouth was stuffed full of cock.
Filthy. Disgusting. And Ransom wanted your body sticky with sweat and dripping his cum. If you wanted to be a slut, he could make you be his slut. Especially since you wanted to scream your dirty thoughts so loud. He can’t even fucking focus.
Sitting in the front row with your legs spread. Your barely there panties, showing off more of your pussy lips than not. God, he wanted to taste you. He wanted to feel your silky skin wrapped around his length. Needed to hear your sweet little whimpers as you took his cock like a good girl. Biting at your lip and furrowing your brow at how hard and deep he was pounding in you.
“Professor Drysdale?” If the sounds you were making in your head were anything like the real thing, he was going to enjoy making sure you got an A on the next assignment.
“Professor Drysdale?” You wanted to be used and degraded. Your body would be his to destroy. Ruin you. Have you under his desk during class, and choking on his cock, while your desperate little body grinds on his foot.
“Professor Drysdale!”
“What?” Ransom slams his book down on the desk, his eyes roaming around the class before landing on you. Fucking bitch. You smirk at him, spreading your legs further. Your hand drifts in between your thighs, and you move aside your panties. Your cunt leaks out onto the seat, and an audible growl exits his mouth. Slut. You’ll pay for that.
“Are you going to give us the assignment for the weekend?”
“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath as he shuffles around on his desk. Your mind was blaring your mewling voice. Your tits bouncing around as he pounds into you. Why were you so vivid with details? And why the fuck were you really in front of him slipping a finger inside of yourself. Pulling it out so he can see how slick and sticky your honey is.
“Just have fun jacking off. Um…riding the…get out of my classroom,” he turns around facing the wall while everyone leaves. He doesn’t have to turn back around to know that you were still there. A thought that you hoped he would lock the door paints into his mind. You are communicating with him. He does.
“Professor Drysdale, won’t you look at me?”
“You’re going to get me in trouble,” he answers honestly. Still refusing to turn around. You needed his attention.
“Only if we get caught,” he still doesn’t turn around, but he hears the loud squelching sounds your fingers make with every stab into you that you make. “I’m so wet right now. You can do whatever you want, professor. I’m your student. Teach me.”
“Fuck you,” he groans. His cock strains the material of his pants, and he wants to bend you over and drive himself so deep into you that you see stars. Spanking your ass for good measure. Hoping that you understand you can not be giving him so much grief during class.
“You can fuck me if you want. I’ll be your good student. Don't you want to mold me to your fat cock? I see your thoughts, sir. I know you want your cock in every hole. I know that you want your friends to watch as I take you like a good girl.”
“Those are your thoughts,” he finally turns to look at you, and you are bouncing on your own fingers. Giving him a show of your cunt swallowing every inch of your knuckles. Your pussy was wrapped tight around your fingers, and he knows it is going to hurt. He wanted it to. You were being a bad girl.
“Punish me then. I am a dirty little slut whore, and you need to punish me.”
“These are your thoughts,” he tells himself more than you. He’s unsure. Had these been his thoughts all along?
“Are they? You had them first. I just added to them. Made them more colorful. Professor, I want you to use every inch and every hole. Mmm, I’m almost there,” you whine, your fingers getting soaked with your juices. “I’m going to come. Professor, I’m…”
“Don’t come,” annoyed, you stop your movements, and sit still watching him. “Not here. I’m going to text you the address to my house, along with my code to get in, and I want you sprawled out on my bed. If you want me to use you, I’ll use you. You might want to rethink this now. Do you want to be fully taken down into my depravity?”
“Yes,” why would you not? Professor Drysdale looks as if he was carved by the gods themselves. He is the reason you had all these thoughts. They kept you up so late at night, and no matter what you did, it was never enough. You need him.
“You want me to have you tied up to where you have no say what gets done to you, because it’s not about your pleasure, it’s about mine. I’ll have you edged so many times you’re going to beg to come on my cock. Have tears rolling down your eyes. I’ll have you so fucked up and sore, you won’t be able to fill my head with your disgusting thoughts. I’ll just know how sore that tight cunt is. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes.”
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Professor Drysdale starts circling around you. Asshole had put a blindfold on you, and you couldn’t see what he was doing. All you can do is envision how he was looking at you. He had you all tied up, and unable to move.
“Professor?”
“Mmm,” his finger runs up the gusset of your ruined panties before skimming back down, “Why do you wear these panties?”
“I want you to look,” you tease. Letting your mouth turn up into a devilish grin.
“Oh, I’ve looked. And you’re a fucking disgusting little slut. You just want me to use you?” You nod your head, slowly starting to grind on the chair. “Needy little thing. Which other professors do you let see you desperate like this?”
“Does it bother you? Thinking about your colleagues staring at my dripping cunt? Leaving my chair soaked, and they go back to lick it. Locking their door to stroke their cock thinking about fucking me on their desk?” You paint a filthy picture. He knew they all had thought about you. He could see their thoughts of teaching class while they rail into you. But to hear you so confidently tell him that you knew about their thoughts pissed him the fuck off
“You vicious little bitch,” his hand slaps over your cunt, and then he pushes you back on the bed. Ripping off your panties. “Clenching around nothing. When was the last time you were fucked?”
“Professor Winchester bent me over his desk last week. He wasn’t a fucking pussy.”
“Bitch,” he growls, yanking you down the bed, and his fat cock slams into you. Giving you no time to adjust to his width. Just starts pounding into you. Hard and angry because his jealousy was getting the best of him. You could tell it would.
Ransom was your typical only child. Bred to get everything he wanted, and what he wanted was you to control. To own. To show off to his friends that you begged him every night to do whatever he wanted. You might be learning something from his Lit class, but were learning more about taking his cock like a good girl.
You are so responsive to him. Whimpering, and praising him. Feeding his ego just like he was feeding your cunt. Watching your body suck him back in, and you wrapped around so tightly, not wanting to let him go that he’s ready to blow his load right then and there.
He can’t. But he also has no intentions to stop fucking you. It’s your punishment for pushing those thoughts into his head. He would make sure all of your darkest fantasies came true. Starting right now. This was only the beginning. His good little whore. He didn’t mind sharing, but you were his. And you could only fuck who he said. And he would watch every single fucking time.
“Whose slut are you?” His hand slides up your body, and he wraps his fingers around your throat. “Who’s slut?”
“Yours,” you weakly get out. He feels too good. He was hitting every spot inside of you. Your backside was soaked with your juices. Ransom seemed to get a high on how wet and messy you were alone. “I’m your slut!”
“Exactly. You better remember that,” he says, jerking off your blindfold. You blink away the stars in your eyes. Both from Ransom’s motions, and the assault of light to your eyes have you blind.
“Aww, you sure you don’t want to be all of ours?”
“NO!” Ransom grunts as he spears into you harder. Deeper.
“But ‘Professor’,” someone’s voice goes up an octave, impersonating you. “She needs to have her core classes taught, huh?”
“Professor Barnes?” Anatomy. “Oh, god,” your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your cunt was loud. And the other three men crowd around to watch. Or wait their turn, who knew anymore.
“Hands off!” Ransom smacks at another’s hand as he tries to pinch your nipple. “I am the one to control her!”
“Why you?” There were so many of them. You couldn’t keep up. Why was your math teacher here?
“Because she has the nastiest thoughts about me!” His head tilts back to the ceiling while he pounds into you. Your body was going to be bruised from the inside out. Unable to grab onto anything, you just scream out in pleasure. Your walls clenching down around him right as he spurts his thick cream into your womb.
“If you want her,” he pants, stepping back from you. All of them watch in awe as Ransom’s cream seeps out. “Clean her up. Sweetheart, meet your teachers; Barnes, Winchester, and Miller. I know several others are curious. But who do you belong to?”
“You,” you whimper, watching three men sink to their knees, ready to clean Ransom’s spunk out of you. “I belong to professor Drysdale.”
“Of course you do. No fucking unless I’m around, okay?”
“Okay, professor,” you whine as three mouths fight for a taste of your cunt. Kissing and nipping on your thighs. Sucking on your sensitive pearl. Lapping up every ounce of yours and Ransom’s juices.
“This is going to be a long weekend, Minx. But let us teach you a few things. You just take what’s given to you.”
“Yes, professor. I’ll take it. Just own me,” and they would. They would own and destroy each and every one of your holes. They are going to have you sticky with sweat and cum, and you are going to take whatever they give you. Whenever they wanted. But you would always belong to Ransom.
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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 145 & 146
Welcome to Week 145 & 146
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜
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Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.
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Little Minx - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie
Collared part 11 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration
Collared part 12 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration
Two Sides of the Same Coin - (Bucky x Reader, Winter Soldier x Reader) - @navybrat817
Long Night - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
Injured - (Steve x Reader) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Secrets Chp 10 - @nekoannie-chan
Egg Search - (Lloyd x Reader) - @xcaptain-winterx
Take the Edge Off - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
Heart of Glass - Part 3 - (Curtis x Reader) - @syntheticavenger
What happened - (Morbius x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
His Inheritance - Part 16 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18
Little Bird - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @gogolucky13
New Rules - Part 13 - (Steve x Reader) - @syntheticavenger
Real Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 7 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Secret Sierra - Chp 7 - @lloydsbitch
His Inheritance - Part 17 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18
new rules - the bet - @syntheticavenger
A good plan - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Dusk to Dawn - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
All Mine - (Steve x Reader) - @sagechanoafterdark
Brothers In Arms - Part 9 - (Ransom x Reader) - @wiypt-writes
Bedtime Story - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
Biker Bucky Oneshot - @angrythingstarlight
Ready or Not - Chp 4 - (Steve x Reader) - @navybrat817
Loving You is Easy - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans
Secrets Chapter 11- (Steve x OFC, Brock x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan
DBF! Ari - @lunarbuck
The Dream - (Loki x Reader) - @literatureatthebowofnails
The Disappearance - (Loki x Reader) - @literatureatthebowofnails
Into the Deep End - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch
In this world it’s just us - @the-soulofdevil
Jealous - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Accidental view - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Take You Higher - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
Smile - (Dark!Midnight Sons × Reader) - @deceitfuldevout
Neighborly Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
Drunk Bucky Oneshot - @angrythingstarlight
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Currently thinking about catching the boys masturbating. 🫦 Do you think they would react differently if they caught you looking or on average the same?
Also love your work and happy you’re back. 💋
HAHAHAH NO BECAUSE I LITERALLY WATCHED GUYS JACKING OFF ALL EVENING YESTERDAY ON NSFT BECAUSE I’M A HUGE VOYEUR -
Anyway, thank you so much, love! <3 I’m happy to be back too (at least here anyway).
18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
(You knew this was coming ¬‿¬)
Steve Rogers
Steve doesn’t masturbate a lot unless he’s on a long mission, but by chance you catch him in the act, it would be in the bedroom after he came from a mission and didn’t find you in the house. His raging boner makes him have to bust a quick one before you arrive home because it almost hurts. He uses one of your undergarments and gets off to the smell as his scenting is stronger than the average human, and he could smell your pussy clear as day through them. He doesn’t notice you entering the bedroom, halting by the door frame in shock of what you were witnessing.
Steve feels a presence moments later and locks his eyes with yours. He’s almost speechless but retorts his shyness and asserts dominance. “Got myself a peeping Tom, huh? You should be ashamed of yourself, doll. I’ll have to teach you a lesson of respecting my privacy…” and with that he decides to finger you hard until you squirt.
Ransom Drysdale
Ransom is a man of needs, and if you’re gone for too long (whatever he defines as a long time), he’ll resolve to jacking off in his king sized bed using his expensive custom fleshlight molded to look just like your pussy. He groans as he imagines it being you, but of course it doesn’t feel nearly as good as your real cunt. He makes obscene noises as he chants your name, but then he hears a gasp and he is immediately drawn away from his fantasy. He sees you, holding your mouth with a regretful face of letting that sound slip your mouth.
His face turns red out of embarrassment, but he tries to hide it with a dirty suggestion. “You better not utter a word unless it’s to tell me you’re gonna suck my dick - to which I choose is your obligation because you’ve been a naughty kitten.”
Ari Levinson
Late in the afternoon when Ari thinks you’re asleep, he would masturbate out of casual horniness for you and hope that the sound of the TV was loud enough for you not to hear his lewd noises. He would spread his legs on the couch and stroke himself with relaxed eyes. Little does he know you’re behind him after you woke up to get some water, and you stopped when you saw Ari’a arm in motion as grunts came out of him. You let out a mewl that caught Ari’s ears and he turned around to see you.
“Oh, would you look at that. Little minx couldn’t help but watch me touch myself. Why don’t you join me so you can help me out while I touch your pretty little pussy?”
Johnny Storm
You would have caught this guy jacking off in the bathroom after he got out of a steamy shower. You heard him moan and huff short breaths and so you decided to peek through the unlocked door and enjoy the show of him jerking off to a polaroid picture he took when he had his cum splayed on your tits. You only had sex an hour ago, but you aren’t too surprised to see him like this, especially since Johnny’s one major manwhore.
The door slightly creeks, and his head snaps over to see you. He smirks and puts down the polaroid picture. “What’cha hiding there for? Get your sweet ass in here and I’ll cum on your face, tootsie.”
Jake Jensen
You hear all kinds of grunts and whining along with subtle mutters coming from Jake’s computer room. And low and behold - Jake’s gripping his cock tight on his office chair as he listens to your moans he had once recorded on full volume with his headphones. He mutters obscene things like ‘oooh, just like that, babe!’ Or ‘ah, wanna fuckin’ cum on your thighs!’
He only takes notice of you when his eyes loosen up from squinting for so long and he immediately jolts up in panic. “- Shit!! Um, hey! You weren’t supposed to see me like this…” he says while tucking a blanket over himself. You shake your head with a smile of adoration at his unnecessary embarrassment and decide to remind him who he is to you by giving him a thigh job.
Andy Barber
Andy would most likely be in your shared bed when he’s masturbating, not expecting you to turn up early home. You would accidentally walk in on him as he usually closes the bedroom door behind him out of habit and he tends to moan and grunt discreetly, so you wouldn’t know what he was doing before entering.
He’ll be surprised to see you, but have lust drawn back to him as he sees the way your thighs clench at the sight. “Welcome home, honey. You’re just in time. Come sit on my fat cock and help me finish, like a good whore I know you are.”
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Note from author: thank you for the prompt sweet anon. <3 Hope I have granted only thirst in the name of voyeurism.
Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! •v•
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Tell Me
Author’s Note: Oh, just a little drabble about Steve Harrington... you know, the other Indiana Sweet Boy that I can’t stop thinking about. This is purely, 100% self indulgent and I make no apologies for that!
Also, from now on, all of my stories will be about Plus Size Reader- it will ALWAYS be implied, as it is in this story! Representation matters, folks!!
Gif not mine, but damn it’s foxy!
Tag lists are OPEN, minxes, so lemme know if you want to be added!
In case you were wondering, here’s My Masterlist
Pairing: Steve Harrington x (Implied) Plus Size Female Reader
Summary: Steve needs you to use your words.
Warnings: SMUT, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Sexy Times
“Tell me, honey.”
Drunk on sensation, it takes you a minute to refocus on the words tumbling from lips which just finished kissing you dizzy, “Wha? Tell you-”
“Tell me how good you are for me. How good you are taking my cock. I need, shit-” sucking in a breath, Steve growls through gritted teeth, “-Need to hear you say it.”
Tossing your head no, your eyes squeeze shut, as you whine, “No, please, I- I can’t.”
“Uh uh, pretty girl. You gotta. You gotta or I’m not gonna let you cum.”
It was mean, cruel even, to force words like that out of you, especially since he was ransoming your pleasure for his own amusement. His next thrust was deep and true, snapping your back off of the sweat stained sheets, your neck overextending as you cry, “Shit! Ok, ok… Don’t stop, Steve… ok… Ok?”
“Then you know what to do, sugar.”
While you stay quiet a bruising rhythm begins, the unending stinging slap of his pelvis against the plush curve of your soft bottom burns since your legs are crossed at the ankle and resting over his right shoulder. You were so unbelievably tight like this, pretzel knotted underneath him, your pussy pressing snuggly around his shattering length, that Steve has to clench his jaw to keep from losing all control.
Again and again he spears into your soaking center, only satisfied when your fisted hands let go, your fucked out eyes staring into his own, “I’m-” you’re breathless and panting, chafing against the syllables, “-I’m so… so good for you.”
Whispered brokenly, your chest heaves at the effort as Steve smiles down at you in appreciation. “Yes you are, baby. You’re my good girl. So sweet to me.”
Limp wristed, your hand flops over your face in embarrassment, hiding you from the truth in his knowing look so you can sob around the knuckle between your teeth, “I’m taking you-” his fingers dig into the skin of your calves anticipating the sound of your confession, bending you at the waist so he can deepen his strident thrusts, “-I’m taking you so well!”
Nodding your direction, licking over his bottom lip with a smirk, “Like you were- like you were made for me to fuck you, right?”
“Yes, god yes!” Your eyes roll skyward, fingers seeking his solid shape and latching onto the straining muscles in his arms, “I was made for you. To, uh… uh, to be fucked by you.”
Now he bites into his bottom lip, the plush pad pinched and turning purple from the exertion of not cumming at the intense pressure your pussy creates with every punishing press of his determined desire. You’ve gone quiet again, eyes scrunched shut against a rising tide that you can’t beat back, denying him the noises that fuel his fire, and Steve can’t have that. Oh no, he has to hear you.
You may not know it, at least not consciously, but the shivering timbre of your voice as it breaks around words you think are filthy, disgusting, degrading does something to him. It sparks a flame of want in him that burns so white hot that Steve just knows it’s leaving scars behind. Secretly? You love it too.
Lowering your legs so that he can spread you wide open, Steve leans his well muscles chest over you, grabbing for your chin, “Look at me. Baby, you need to open your eyes.”
The effort required was monumental but you did it, huffy and cross when you met Steve’s heated stare. He thought he knew what loving you meant; the easy way your broad body accepts all that he had to give, the graciousness you show everyone, including him, the pride he feels at being the man by your side. Sure, those are all reasons he loved you, adored you, absolutely.
But there was something about seeing you now, like this. Frantic with need, frazzled from a want so strong that it made your carnal channel clench around him, your glazed eyes fluttering shut while Steve gazed down at you in wonder. It dawns on him that this, right here, was his dreams made reality. You, his sweet and sexy honey.
“So, are you my good girl? Huh? Well, are you?”
Knowing exactly what Steve wants to hear, you fight against it, tossing your tangled hair in defiance even as his throbbing cock is tense between your folds. He isn’t demanding that you answer and he’s not yelling at you. There’s no name calling and maybe that’s why it’s so much harder to say. You were his; his little slut, his cock teasing whore, his plaything to be fucked dumb whenever Steve asked. That was true and it was easy.
Being his good girl was harder. How could you admit to a thing like that? Because a good girl wouldn’t brag about hugging the hard and long shaft of Steve’s steely length with her tight tunnel, each stroke bringing his dewy head closer to your cervix. A sweetheart wouldn’t brag about their ability to swallow all of Steve’s sticky load after sucking him to completion, the rug burns staining your knees, your throat sore. And a baby, honey, sugar, darling wouldn’t get so wet when telling her man about the deliciously sinful stretch he created by stuffing her full of his cock.
Was that being good? Mewling, you decide it is. Just for him, only for him, always.
Warm and soft, Steve’s palm mirrors the curve of your cheek, his thumb barely brushing over your bottom lip as you nuzzle into the grounding touch he offers. Going still, he presses a hot kiss to your mouth, both of his hands cradling your head. Strong and firm, his tongue slides along your own, tasting of your sweet slick, cinnamon gum and some unnamable ingredient that was undeniably his own.
Groaning as the kiss becomes more wanton, you roll your hips, daring to chase your promised release. Snickering into your parted mouth, he pulls back with a grunt, “Oh, honey. You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you? Wanna tell me what you want?” A kiss to your temple, a kiss to your nose, a kiss to the corner of your mouth, before he bites into your earlobe with a hoarse hum, “‘Cause I’m all ears, sweetness.”
Sighing pathetically, you swallow thickly and look away from the soft brown eyes that peered into your soul. You hate how much he likes to hear you talk, it makes your skin prickle uncomfortably even as it tightens the knot in your belly, something he can feel from the inside. Holding your tongue, the silence between you grows as your brain battles against caving in to his command.
With a tilt of his head, he cocks an eyebrow skyward, content to watch you wilt beneath him. Risking a reach, you stretch your neck a bit, praying for another kiss only to be denied, “No dice, babe.”
Slapping your hands flat against the mattress, defeated and desperate, you practically shout, “Fine! Fine. You- you win.”
“Yea?” Pushing the flopping shock of wild hair off of his forehead, Steve’s face registers his triumph, his grip tightening on the flesh of your hips.
Burning to ash, the wall around your pride burns brightly as you moan into the crook of Steve’s neck, “Yes. Just, please, please Steve? Please fuck me. Fuck me like the good girl I am.”
Slipping his hands under the curve of your spine, he paws at your ass, holding you tight enough to grind his length into you without mercy. Your hips, rocking mindlessly, shift in time with his movements, “You are so good sweetheart, so damn sweet. And mine… all mine!”
“Your good girl, Stevie. Just you, no one else. I’m only good for you, baby.”
Steve’s possessive hold on you fortifies as he hikes one thick thigh over his hip, “Fuck yea, you are. My good girl. My sweet- uh, sweet fucking doll. You gonna cum for me? Good girls always do.”
If nothing else you are true to your word. You are Steve’s good girl and when two of his clever fingers find their way to the puffy, quivering ball of nerves that is your clit, your entire being goes rigid. Steve’s voice fades to static as your vision fills with silver snow and then you’re stuttering for breath, clinging to the man who edges you into euphoria.
“Holy shit! Holy shit, doll. You still with me?”
The note of worry in Steve’s tone makes you giggle, a euphoric, wild sound. Of course you were still there, clutching onto him as he chased his own release. Nodding shyly, your arms curl around him, hugging him tightly. He’s nose to nose with you, every raspy exhale fanning over your face as his forehead knocks into yours.
You bite into his earlobe making him stutter, “Fu-fuck baby. Do it again.” So you do.
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It’s true- you may never see in yourself what Steve sees in you, but every time he challenges you like this, it gets easier to believe that you are his good girl. His bad girl. His good bad girl. And that is enough.
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Schoolgirl Revolt
As a Founder’s Day prank, the St Agnes Sixth Form took over the Senior Common Room, overpowering and taking prisoner any male teachers they found there. Mr Simmons, the Geography teacher had the indignity of being captured and tied up by Jesica and Yvonne, two sixth formers he normally saw in detention. While Jessica shouted down the girls’ “ransom” demands for Simmons release, Yvonne looked over at the bound and gagged teacher. “Ew, sir!” the minx laughingly exclaimed. “You’re not perving over my legs like you do in detention, are you? 😂”
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𝙎.𝙍. – Dark Fics I
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@ambrosiase - pinky promise - darkish!older brother’s best friend!steve x naive fem!reader
@angrythingstarlight -
Golden Boy - dark!steve x reader, bucky x reader
Let It Happen - hacker!steve
Shadow Monster Steve
Such A Shame
@awesomerextyphoon - Speculum Cupido - dark!steve x female reader x dark!ransom
@boxofbonesfic -
Cocoa - A/B/O
Creep - soft!dark
Feel the Burn- A/B/O
Judge, Jury - serial killer!steve
Mud
Office Hours - professor!steve, A/B/O
Plus One - yandere!steve
@bucksfucks - run
@cherienymphe -
Daddy Dearest
Unhappily Married [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] - dad!steve
Protect & Serve - cop!steve
[Regrets of Yesterday] [Seeds of Tomorrow] [Mistakes of the Heart - steve x reader, reader x bucky] - mob au
[Twice Bitten] [Twice Burned] [Twice Mine] - royal au, vampire!stucky, stucky x reader
@cockslut-padalecki -
Lights Out - dark!steve rogers x reader, bucky x reader.
Misguided - teacher!steve x student!reader
'Till Death Do Us Part
The Shadow At My Window
Nowhere Left To Run - mob au
@cpn-hydra - even sad birds sing
@darkficsyouneveraskedfor -
A Tear in the Fabric - dark!steve x reader, dark!clark kent x reader
[Get Your Fix] [Withdrawal]- sex pollen
@darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor -
Eye for an Eye - mob au
Grace, Too - stripper!reader
kiss me in the d-a-r-k - best friend's dad!steve, future steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes
sweet as honey, hard as nails
When the Weight Comes Down - biker!steve
@geniedetails - Support [1] [2] [3] [4] [5: Christmas Special]
@goodgirlofglory - Who you belong to
@gotnofucks -
Bartered
Midnight Adventures - soft dark
No One’s Bitch
Renewing Vows
Special Training
Their Surrogate [1] [2] - dark!steve x reader, dark!bucky x reader
@harryspet -
caged bird - prison au, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!peter parker x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader
off to the races [1] [2] - mob au
the good guy - pre-serum!steve to post-serum!steve
welcome to eden
@iwantutobehapppier - Waiting For This Moment
@jtargaryen18 -
All Heaven in a Rage
Misled
The Aphrodisiac
@kinanabinks -
His Koala Bear Masterlist - dark!steve
In My Hands - dark!doctor!steve
No More Mr. Nice Guy - frat!dark!steve
Spiked - age gap, college!reader
@multifxndomtrxsh - His Omega - A/B/O
@mypoisonedvine -
A Rare Brew - sex pollen
Feast
yandere!skinny!steve stalks a stripper!reader - pre-serum!steve
@navybrat817 - Merry Little Christmas
@nsfwsebbie - hope is a dangerous thing.
@queenoftheworldisdead - Hot for teacher - teacher!steve
@river-soul - Every Lesson Forms a New Scar - A/B/O
@saiyanprincessswanie - Little Minx - steve rogers x reader, bucky barnes x reader, steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes
@smediumsmeatbae - You Will Be Queen - soft!dark, mob au
@smutsonian - to chase or to run - wrong turn au
@spacesnail3000 - Let It Snow - A/B/O
@starbuckie - sharing is caring - college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader
@sweetlyscared -
Blank Space - soft!dark
Heaven Can Wait - soft dark, biker!steve
Need
The One That Didn't Get Away
@syntheticavenger - Quench My Desire - soft dark!rocker steve x journalist
@thran-duils - Use All of Me - mob MCU
@that-yandere-life - [Steve Rogers Masterlist] [Yandere Steve Headcannons]
@threeminutesoflife -
Hindsight is 20/20 - dark!steve x dark!reader
Honey Trap [1] [2]
@twjournals -
Calm Before The Storm
Potential Breed - nanny!reader, age gap, dilf!steve
@wayward-blonde - Playing With Your Food - hydra!steve
@you-are-my-sanctuary -
The Art of Deceit Masterlist
When the Fine Line Blurs
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Ice Age - Knives Out (AU)
Character : dad!Ransom Drysdale x Wife!Reader x Naomi Drysdale (daughter)
Words Count : 686
Summary : Ransom is spending his day with his baby daughter by watching her favorite cartoon. He didn’t expect his daughter would listen to his comment.
It’s Sunday morning. Such a perfect day to relax. But not for Ransom.
Because today his wife have to accompany her best friend for wedding dress, and now he stuck by himself with their cute daughter in the living room watching a cartoon called ‘Ice Age.’
Naomi Drysdale, she’s the perfect combination of both of you. Who would ever think the playboy, selfish, could retire from his old life. Everyone was skeptical, but to Ransom, he could do it when he’s with you.
Ransom doesn’t mind playing with her but watching the same movies over; repeatedly, he had enough.
“He never shits,” Ransom mumbled while looking at the screen. “Lucky them.” He looked down at Naomi, who sits on his lap. His memory brings back to when she was only 5 months old. The torture of changing a diaper made both of you couldn’t sleep. Sometimes Ransom mumbled his baby girl ‘Viper in Diaper,’ but he won’t say it out loud.
“Shwit.”
Ransom widened his eyes, “Oh no, baby girl, don’t say that.”
Naomi giggled; seeing her father look panic, she thinks it’s funny and does it again. “Shwiitt!!!”
“Naomi, your mother would be mad at me.”
“Ice-cweam!!!”
Ransom sighed. “Promise me you won’t say it when mommy around after daddy give you ice-cream?” He brings up his pinky finger towards Naomi; she happily does the same.
“I pwwomise!!!”
Ransom smiled and kissed her chubby cheeks ‘Seriously, I almost got a heart attack. Mother and daughter are the same.’
The time when he felt his soul left his body was the day when you got back from the doctor’s appointment for a baby ultrasound.
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Flashback
Ransom couldn’t go with you this time because he has to accompany his grandfather. So you see the doctor with your mother.
Ransom was in his study room to arrange his book collection on the bookshelf.
“Ransom.”
Ransom turned around. There you are, standing comfortable dress while your hand touches your big belly. “Hey, sweetheart…” He put down his stuff so that he could hug you. “How’s the appointment?”
“Great, great.” You nodded without looking straight at him.
Ransom could feel something is not right from your tone. “(Y/N)...”
Your head was resting on his chest. “Ransom… you know from my family have twin genes, right?”
“Yeah, your grandma has a twin, and your mother is triplets.”
Ransom realized something; when he looks at you, you didn’t say anything. He took a step back and leaned on the wall. He met your family and met the twins and triplets when you introduced him as your boyfriend to the family. He jokes with you, “If we have a child, probably we get quadruplets.”
Ransome closed his eyes, he never prayed, but this time he did “Oh Lord, please give me strength.”
You can’t help to keep a straight face when you saw him look defeated.
You let out a big laughed. “Ransom….” You stand in front of him while your hand touches his chin to make him look at you.
“I’m kidding, we only have one baby, and it’s a girl.”
Ransom never felt this relieved before. “Thank God.” He holds your waist gently, wanting to hug you. He rests his head on your shoulder. “You little minx, you almost gave me a heart attack.”
End of Flashback
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You are utterly exhausted after a long day accompanying your best friend. It was almost 5 p.m. You walk into the living room and saw Naomi is inside the playpen, playing with her toys.
When Naomi saw you, she immediately opens up her arms, asking to be picked up. You couldn’t say no to her; you brought her into your arms and kissed her hair, it seems like she had taken a bath by Ransom “Hey baby girl, where’s daddy?”
“Shwits.” Naomi is pointing at the bathroom door.
“Daddy is inside the bathr…?” You stopped asking when you realized something.
“Ransom!!”
Ransom is washing his hair after playing play-doh with Naomi. It seems like she was curious about what would happen if she put the clay on her father’s hair.
He could hear you calling his name and could guess the reason why.
He shook his head and laughed, “That little viper.”
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Angel Of Death, The Meeting
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: mentions of being an assassin.
“I’m not making a deal with the Paretti family,” Ransom sneered as he looked at Ari, his second in command, “they are entirely beneath me. And I don’t need them.”
“While that may have been true twenty years ago, Ransom, the Paretti’s own the other half of Boston,” Ari tried to reason, “ever since Nick Paretti took over for his father four years ago, the Paretti’s have continued to gain more territory.”
“I’m not going to him,” he growled as he looked away from Ari, “we’ll take his territory by force, if necessary, but I’m not in the mood for an alliance with him. I don’t care how well his drug trade is doing.”
“Ransom the Russians are drying up…we need to see if we can make a deal.”
Her eyes stalked over him like a lioness looking at a meal. She may have been on Nick Paretti’s lap, but Ransom could tell that the sultry little minx was watching him with a vested interest, and he’d be lying to say that it didn’t make his cock twitch.
He’d spotted her the second the security liaison let Ransom and Bucky into what looked like a relaxed conference room. She sat in a black lace cutout dress that ended just below her ass. Ransom recognized it as a high-end designer brand and smiled to himself; at least he kept the little minx looking tasty.
And at least to Ransom, it felt like the attraction went both ways as Nick stroked her supple thighs, calming himself while he glared at his rival.
“Drysdale.”
“Paretti.”
Those were the only two words that had been spoken in the past twenty minutes while the two men eyed one another down.
“Perhaps we should discuss why you’re here, Drysdale,” another man said swiftly, sitting beside Paretti, “we know why you’re here, Drysdale, so just come out and say it.”
Ransom’s eyes drifted from the couple and to the calm looking man to their right. His piercing blue eyes glanced at him without any emotion or hostility. He looked to Ari.
“Adler…the intelligence and weapons liaison.”
“You’re impeding on my territory,” he rumbled firmly as he turned his attention back to the trio, “and I want you to back off. It’s bad enough that you’re scaring the Russians away from Boston, effectively trying to dry up my drug trade, but you’re about to start something I don’t think you can handle.”
“We are well within our own territory,” Nick said shortly as he glared at Ransom for making the comments about starting something, “have you forgotten where the lines are?”
“Your own territory,” Ransom scoffed as he glared the other man down, “that’s rich. Maybe you seemed to have forgotten where the Paretti lines are.”
“We’ve swallowed up the competition, Drysdale,” he chuckled as his hand patted the woman’s bare thigh, “princess, you look agitated…why don’t you grab us a drink, yeah?”
The woman stared at Ransom for a second and then nuzzled into his neck, muttering something. He nodded softly and her hand wrapped around the man’s neck as she pulled him to her lips. He smirked into the kiss, his hands trailing down the designer lace dress she wore, so that he could cup her ass.
Ransom cleared his throat. The young couple looked at him momentarily, slightly off put by the break in their kiss.
“I’m over here trying to discuss business and you’re more worried about your pussy getting a drink to calm her nerves,” Ransom informed him, leaning forward. He folded his hands over one another and glared at him, “are you paying attention to what I’m telling you? You’re crossing my lines and you need to back the fuck off before it gets your young ass into trouble. You haven’t been running this operation for more than five years. You don’t know what I’m capable of.”
“I think you’re overestimating yourself, Drysdale,” he said firmly as the woman removed herself from his lap. Paretti leaned forward, “my intelligence tells me you only have a few years on me, so stop pretending you’re leagues ahead. As far as I’m concerned, we are ahead of you. In five years I’ve managed to break apart the other families and swallow up their territory. All you’ve done is maintain your territory.”
Ransom frowned as the girl at the bar mixed drinks giggled to herself. He leaned away from the table and turned his attention towards her, “do you have something to say? Or are you going to just mix drinks for your pimp?”
Her jaw tightened and she dropped a olive into a martini, “I have nothing to say. Not to you, Drysdale.”
“Princess, be nice to our guests,” he warned softly, “they came all the way from the other side of the city!”
“Couldn’t find yourself an American made one?” Ransom asked, turning his attention back to Nick as he thought of her Italian accent, “had to import?”
“She’s been with me as long as I can remember,” the man said calmly as he looked at Ransom, “our families made sure we were raised together. But she did leave me briefly when we were teens to go to finishing school in Italy. Her family wanted her to be able to appreciate her heritage. She picked up the accent. But she is one of Boston’s own. Nicola, grab Ransom a scotch. Straight. He looks like a scotch man.”
The woman nodded, heading off to the corner to start preparing the drinks. Ransom watched her intently. Olive complexion. Long, dark, wavy hair. Her figure was one that he’d kill to have in his bed; writhing under him as she mewled out his name. Delicate, small hands that seemed to work meticulously as she made the drinks.
He nodded appreciatively at the woman, unable to tear his eyes from her as he began to imagine dirty fantasies with her.
“I’m guessing you are liking what you see,” he taunted. Ransom’s eyes shot back to Paretti and his lips pressed into a firm line, “she’ll fuck you, but she won’t marry you. She doesn’t mix business with her personal life. Trust me…I’ve asked twice.”
Ransom’s eyes showed amusement as he asked, “Business? What business does she have in your family other than in your bed?”
Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she returned to the table with drinks for Ransom, Nick, and herself, before settling back onto his lap. His hand draped over her waist, settling into her lap, while his free hand moved to pick up the glass, “don’t let her looks deceive you, Drysdale. Nicola is more deadly than any of us combined. In fact, she’s my enforcer.”
Ransom nearly spit out his scotch.
“Excuse me.”
“Her specialty is making people disappear, Mr. Drysdale,” Frank smiled politely as she took a sip of her drink, “without a trace.”
Chapter 1
Tag List: @lohnes16, @lala415
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Paring: Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Minx Drysdale)
Word Count: a little over 1K
Summary: Ransom helps your anxiety.
Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, RPF. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Mentions of anxiety, nervousness, restless sleep. Soft Ransom, sleepy sex, manual sex, nipple play, overstimulation, squirting, oral sex, p-in-v, a lil' dumbification kink, good girl kink, degradation kink, dirty talk, breeding kink.
A/N: This is for #KinktoberMaybe and may or may not be based on some things that may or may not have happened in real life. Part of the Minx Series.
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"You Up?"
You rolled over and looked Ransom in his sky blue eyes. Maybe you’d dreamt him asking you that. It made you remember the days when he would text you begging to come over at 2 am.
After he’d just left you at midnight.
“Mornin’ Ran.”
Ransom leaned up on his elbow and so he could see you better. You’d been sleeping restlessly, making a 180 degree turn with your head ending up at the foot of the bed.
You'd been ball of anxiety lately, working on the final edits of your book and more than a little nervous about your debut novel, despite the encouragement Ransom and Walter gave you. Ransom had even said it was the most brilliant thing he’d read in a while. That was high praise coming from him.
Caring for an active toddler and trying to make sure that you didn’t neglect Ransom were forefront in your mind as well. You were exhausted from what seemed a million things at once and had fallen into bed late the night before.
“You sure you’re awake?”
He did ask you that. You smiled at your husband and nodded.
“Yes. I’m sure.”
“Good. C’mere. Wanna make you cum.”
Your giggle caught in your throat as you saw he was serious. You just hummed as you moved into his outstretched arms and grabby hands.
“Ran?”
You had no doubt about his desire for you, but this was new.
Ransom pulled down your panties and lifted your tank top up to your chin. He pulled you close and hooked his leg over yours, opening you up to the cool air of the room.
“Been thinking about this all night when you were tossing and turning. You need something to calm you the fuck down.”
You gasped as Ransom moved his fingers into your mouth.
“Be a good fucking girl and get ‘em wet for me, Minx.”
“Hmmmm? Ummmhmmm.”
You nodded as your eyes rolled back into your head. Your anxiety started slipping away as Ransom whispered sweet nasty words in your ear.
“I’m gonna play with this sweet, sloppy cunt until you cum a couple of times in my arms. I’m gonna hold you down and make you take it while I watch that perfect slutty face of yours as you take what I do to you.”
Ransom was already playing with one nipple with the hand that was around you and grasping you close to him; as he withdrew his fingers from your mouth, a trail of saliva filled the path of his fingers down your neck and to the other as he twisted your nipples in tandem. You moaned at the disparate sensations from wet and dry fingers, wiggling in his grasp.
“Look at you. Going dumb all from me playing with you already. Gonna be my sweet little dumb baby girl? I haven’t even started yet. Go dumb all you want. Just be sure not to run away from what I’m about to do.”
You sighed and sank further into his arms, trusting and anticipating the pleasure that was to come.
“Oh!”
Ransom’s hand was at your pussy now, and the quick force of air before his finger came down to slap it was your only warning.
“Ran!”
You arched, pushing your ass into the mattress and your head into his arm as you moved with pleasure. You could feel his hard cock on your hip and the wet spot on his boxers and you reached for it.
Ransom let you have what you wanted, and he kissed your temple.
“Sweet little dumb Minxy for my cock. Go ahead. Play with it. S’not gonna stop me from doing what I want.”
Ransom smoothed his fingers down your clit, collecting the wetness there and pushing all three fingertips inside you sideways as your thumb swiped across his wet, dripping slit.
“Fuck, Ran…,” you whined as he moved and curled his digits just right to reach that sweet spongy spot inside you. Ransom thought you were the most beautiful thing in the world.
“Right… right there, hunh?”
Ransom chuckled into your ear as you opened your legs wider for him. He bit your earlobe as his thumb strummed your clit. Your legs started shaking and you arched into his mouth which was now at your nipple, sucking hard and causing sparks to go off behind your eyelids.
“Ummmhmmmm.”
You started stroking him faster and licking your lips. Ransom was paying rapt attention to all your expressions.
“What’re you thinking about, Minxy? Giving me that neck while I make you cum? Want me to stuff it down your throat?”
Your eyes rolled back into your skull as the thought made you even wetter and Ransom could feel your pussy tremor.
“Yes, please Ran!”
You nodded frantically.
“Not this time, Minx. You always manage to distract me with that and you run away from your orgasm. This time you’re gonna get what you deserve.”
“Nooo…”
This time you shook your head as Ransom carefully watched your face. He could read you like a book and he pulled you even closer by pulling his arm around your throat. He pulled your legs even further apart as he concentrated on circling your clit as he controlled your air.
You grasped at his arm because you felt what was coming, and it was going to be big. Ransom eased up on your windpipe as you arched into the bed again, your body stiffening as you neared the top of the rollercoaster of pleasure. His mouth drew nearer to your ear as you signaled how close you were.
"Give it to me, Minx."
That gravelly bass was all you needed.
“Uh.. ah. OHHHFFUUUUCCCKKK!”
You became a bucking bronco and Ransom's strong arms and leg held you captive to feeling all of the pleasure. Your mind blanked as Ransom relentlessly thumbed your clit.
You couldn't breathe, but you managed a weak, “S-t-tooo much…”
“You can take it. You’re a strong girl. A real good girl Minx. You made me fall for you. You carried Golden. You can do anything. My good, sweet girl.”
You began to feel another orgasm building as Ransom continued. You felt the pressure building again and had to get away, trying to grab his hand in vain.
Ransom’s muscles rippled as his arm stayed right where it was. He palmed the back of your head and tilted your head.
“Look at that. I want you to see what I’m doing to you. What your body is going to do for me…”
He groaned as he felt your pussy spasm when you watched his fingers moving on you.
“Ransom!”
You squealed as you watched yourself squirt all over him. He must have been magic because you thought you saw his hand as it moved even faster between your legs.
“Ahhh. Yes. Yea ha ha yesss! Give me that shit.”
You were sobbing now as Ransom let you go, climbing down your body to put his mouth on you.
You jumped as he licked and sucked your slopping wet slit and smiled at your bliss. You were alternating between tears and laughter as you saw his delighted face.
You tugged his hair gently as he playfully kissed your sodden, pulsing pussy and smiled up at you.
“There now. Don’t you feel relaxed?”
You laughed at your husband.
“I hate you Ransom.”
Random placed another kiss on your pussy as he climbed back up beside you.
“I love you too, Minx.”
You were boneless, floating in space as you looked at your tousle-haired rake of a spouse. You ascertained that he was fully naked and still hard against your thigh even though you were floaty and your eyes were half closed.
“There’s just one more thing Ran...”
“What’s that Minx?”
Ransom's eyes were dark as you pulled him to you. He couldn’t resist slotting himself between your thighs as he stared at your fucked-out face.He leaned down and gave a taste of his you-flavored lips as he slid his thick hard cock inside you and moaned.
“Fuck me back to sleep Ran. Need more rest.”
Ransom rocked deep inside you, sucking and marking up your neck as his hand slid down your body. You relished his girth and the feel of every bump and ridge of him as he started stroking inside you, making your insides light up like the early morning sky.
“Whatever you need, Minx…but you’ve got to give me one more. Around my cock, like the good little girl you are…”
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Y/N have a huge crush on ransom (character Chris played ) Chris gets jealous of a ransom hahaha even when he is the actor who plays ransom because Y/N says that she loves that he is a bad guys 👀👀
alright *cracks knuckles* let's go!
This one is a bit short but I do hope you enjoy it because I had some fun writing it that's for sure!
My first hand at doing requests so hopefully it's not too shabby.
Open for requests!
Jealousy and All -
Chris Evans x Reader (short)
There is something about Ransom Drysdale that diddles your fancy. He is eclectic, spoiled rotten and a playboy whose heart makes an unintentional home out of yours. But most certainly, he is fictional, a figment of some writers’ imagination that you refuse to confer.
“He’s so sick minded.” You say to yourself while cuddling in the arms of the very thespian who played that conniving role.
“Of course, he is, baby. He’s far from a good man.” Chris remarks with a beer bottle pressed to his lips as he took long and cautious sips. Tonight, was one of the many nights that you got around to watching Knives Out with your gorgeous boyfriend. It was his first time watching it again since the premiere and your fiftieth time and some, but you knew he wasn’t going to know that. That was your little secret, a guilty pleasure of yours that would certainly make Chris feel inclined with his own haughty submission.
“But I love that he’s so bad.” Your tone quickly changes with sexual deviance and Chris takes note, making the beer go down not so smoothly.
“Oh yeah?” He chokes a bit, curious to know what is on your mind.
“Mhm.” You are entranced by a 30-year-old, clad in cable knit couture who has stellar and irresistible onscreen presence. Chris watches you closely, your eyes grow tenfold at the sight of his character. You were shamelessly mesmerized like a child in an over-filling candy shop and your sweet tooth was carnal. “Bad boys just do it for me.”
“You don’t say.” Chris feels a twinge of jealousy and disbelief intermingled into one barreling emotion. He sees the salacious effect that the character has on you and every part of his being cannot help but feel repulsed.
“Tell me, what is it about him that has you so smitten?” Chris evades your warping thoughts; he is testy and it’s because he wants to get down to the bottom of this.
“Oh, Chris baby, c’mon, it’s just a harmless crush.” You bite your lip while your hand rests on his cheek, your eyes searching his with a glint of playfulness that riles Chris up.
“No, I need you to tell me.” He urges.
“Do I sense some jealousy?” You coyly state as the next scene pans over and it is not one with Ransom in it, so you settle for a little banter instead.
“Not at all.” Chris lies. He is a terrible liar, his jaw flexes when he does and for that your finger traces along the muscle just to calm him down. He looks down at you, almost begging to understand you but fails to do so. “I mean Y/N, do you realize how despicable he is?”
“I do.” You calmly state, sighing softly as he continues his little teachable moment.
“And how much of an asshole he is?” You nod at this as well. “You couldn’t possibly like a man like him.”
“Maybe, but then again you always like what you can’t have, am I right?” You say lowly as your finger trails down his jaw and then down to the base of his neck.
“I can’t be like him, Y/N.” Chris whines a little as you draw circles around the small exposed area of his chest.
After hearing this you try to suppress a small giggle by biting down on your lip. “I’m not asking you to be.”
You two are gazing into each others eyes as Chris seems flummoxed by you. You were his little minx, his trouble in disguise. The woman he loved so much but always gave him a hard time. He's in a pleasurable rut with you and you choose to push him just a little by giving him a raised brow look. There is a sufferable amount of silence before Ransom yells his most prophetic line; ‘eat shit!’
There's a sense of defeat and Chris relinquishes in it for a bit.
“I did that, you know? I made him.” He points to the TV and reminds you with each chastising moment.
“You did and I love how well you portray him baby, how bad you make him look.” You wink at your boyfriend who sucks in a deep breath. With both of your minds thinking a like and your silliness in tow, you wrap your arms around his neck and ghost your lips against his.
“With your jealousy and all.” You kiss him with rigor to which Chris pulls you tightly against him and shows you the same passion that makes you forget about Ransom, momentarily.
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Take Me, I’m Yours
(the highest voted options on the poll were ‘Geralt rescues Jaskier from trouble’ and ‘Jaskier riles the Captain up in public’ so I teamed up with the ever-marvelous, stupendously talented @limrx to bring you this Swashbuckling AU oneshot/art piece featuring a horribly jealous Geralt and a frisky, flirty Jaskier)
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“Do you think he likes me back?” Jaskier asked. He leaned over the ship’s railing to look more closely at the dolphin following behind them. Lambert didn’t think he’d fall overboard but it would be kind of funny if he did. The strange young nobleman did have a way of always landing on his feet, though.
“I know he does.”
“Well how come he hasn’t told me anything about it, then?”
“You’ve met the Captain, right? About this tall, long white hair, weird yellow eyes, emotionally incompetant?”
“You have a good point. Should I just confront him about it?”
“Yeah, sure.” Lambert rolled his eyes before shooting Jaskier a pointed look. “If you want to send your ransom note back to Lettenhove the following morning.”
“Fuck. I just want to kiss him, Lambert. Regularly. I want to know if he snores or not. I want to lay on the deck beneath the stars and talk to him like we’re friends and not just pirate and pseudo-pirate-captive. I really want to see what his ass looks like under those godsforsaken trousers, Lambert, it’s killing me not knowing.”
“You’re more insatiable than a siren during the rainy season,” the second mate teased. “But with fewer teeth.”
“Shut up.”
“Are you going ashore when we lay anchor?”
“Am I allowed?”
“I assume you’ll be allowed. You’re practically part of the crew. You’ve been aboard for nearly two weeks and you’ve pulled your fair share of the weight, if not moreso.”
“Why thank you, Lambert. I appreciate you noticing.”
“Of course, Jaskier. You may be an utter fool and a fop to boot, but at least you’re a hard worker.”
“Asshole.”
“Mhm.”
They both watched the dolphins for a minute in silence before Jaskier’s face split into the most heinous and dastardly grin. It filled Lambert with an unmistakable sense of fear and worry. “I have a brilliant idea. I know how to get Geralt to admit his feelings.”
“No, absolutely not. I am not getting roped into this, you horrible little minx. Don’t give me that look! I won’t help you this time!”
“But Lamby-bert,” Jaskier whined. “If he has someone to take all his frustrations out on in bed then I’m sure it’ll be easier to negotiate for higher shares next time we take a vessel.”
Lambert did not miss the fact that Jaskier said ‘we’ when referring to the crew. The second mate knew the little nobleman was here to stay; it had been clear that Jaskier would be sticking around from the moment Geralt first laid eyes (and hands) on him. The Captain hadn’t stopped looking out for the lad since. Lambert wasn’t even going to think about that singular flirty kiss atop the mainmast nearly a week and a half ago. Geralt had been pining after the acrobatic little idiot ever since and making absolutely no move to flirt back. It was driving the crew absolutely crazy. “Alright, you devilish siren. I’m in.”
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Jaskier cleaned up nice.
And he deserved to clean up nice. He’d worked hard to put this outfit together. Billy had lent him a pair of dark blue breeches in return for Jaskier’s help with mending the mainsail. The shirt he was wearing was half a size too big, which was exactly big enough for the neckline to plunge even lower than he usually wore it. This way it revealed more of his toned (and rather hirsute) chest. He’d borrowed it from Starkey, who was the same height as him but who had much broader shoulders.
The Captain was going to absolutely die when he saw Jaskier.
He whistled a rather naughty shanty as he exited the bunk room and made his way towards the gangplank where Starkey, Lambert, and Eskel were waiting for him. He spun in a quick circle, arms out to show off his clothes. Lambert and Starkey whistled appreciatively and Eskel hid his face in the palm of his hand. “Ready, boys?”
“Absolutely not,” Starkey smiled. The first mate standing next to him tilted his head back to look at the sky, sighing deeply.
“Are you sure about this? What if the Captain tries to kill Lambert?”
“He won’t be killing anyone. Hopefully. If he does run his sword through anyone, it will most likely be me,” Jaskier joked. “Now, this is my first time drinking with real pirates. Anything I should know?”
“Don’t be an idiot,” Eskel suggested. Lambert bit back a laugh and Starkey snorted.
“Impossible.”
“Well then, let’s go.”
The four men made their way down onto the docks and through the sparse crowd of sailors and merchants still mingling in the evening light. Starkey led them to a decent tavern and found a vacant corner table, which gave them an excellent view of the door.
Geralt and Starkey had spent the morning selling their stolen cargo to various merchants, shopkeepers, and artisans. The Captain had divided up the gold between his crew according to their various contracts and Jaskier, more as a jest than anything else, was given two crowns as well. “For not dying,” Geralt had intoned seriously. The men were amused but Jaskier’s face had gone bright red with embarrassment. The young noble had talked them out of trouble with the Skelligan patrols twice last week and Geralt was repaying him with public humiliation? Lambert knew that the Captain’s earlier actions were about to make this evening a lot more entertaining (if slightly uncomfortable) and he was ready to get this show on the road. He flung an arm around Jaskier’s waist and ordered them all a round of ales.
“So everyone knows what the general goal here is, right?” Jaskier clarified.
“Yes,” Eskel nodded. “You’re using Geralt’s jealous nature to make him act on his less than subtle feelings for you.”
“Correct. Wonderful.”
Lambert squeezed the noble’s hip through his borrowed pants and Jaskier huffed indignantly in reply. Starkey chuckled softly at their antics and winked at the barmaid when she brought them their drinks. “Can’t wait, really. It’s been so boring lately and the last two ships we took didn’t even fight back. This is drama. This is entertainment!”
“Shut up, Starkey,” Jaskier pouted. He leaned back into Lambert’s embrace and gulped down half his ale.
“Slow down, kid,” the first mate teased. “Or you will be drunk when he gets here and your plan won’t work.”
“I need to get the pink in my cheeks or I’ll look suspicious,” Jaskier argued. “One ale should do it without getting me tipsy. Maybe two if it’s weak.”
“Method actors,” Lambert rolled his eyes.
Jaskier was sipping slowly at his second ale and the other three pirates were on their fourth or fifth when Geralt finally came barreling through the tavern door. “There you are!” Eskel shouted, waving the Captain over. Nobody missed the barely-hidden glare Geralt aimed at Lambert’s arm where it rested against the nobleman’s lower back.
“Captain,” the second mate nodded.
“Lambert. Eskel. Starkey.” Geralt greeted them all in turn.
“Heyyyy,” Jaskier whined, leaning forward against the edge of the table and pouting. “What about me, sir?”
“You.”
“Rude,” the brunette huffed. Lambert ran a lazy hand up and down his spine and Jaskier watched as Geralt’s eyes narrowed into slits. He sighed sadly and melodramatically into his mug and nodded once in the second mate’s direction. “Thank you, darling. At least someone in this crew likes me.”
Starkey saw Geralt’s eyelid twitch and slid Eskel two crowns under the table to settle their bet. He thought the vein on their Captain’s throat would show up before the eyelid went, but it must have been the first mate’s lucky night this time around. “Hey Eskel, let’s see if any of the lovely ladies here want to dance with us, eh?”
“You coming, Captain?” Eskel asked. “Seems like Jaskier and Lambert are a bit busy.”
“Yes, Geralt,” Jaskier egged him on. The Captain had a white-knuckled grip on the handle of his mug. The noble took a long swig of ale and licked a bit of foam from his lip when he was finished, noting the way Geralt’s eyes locked onto his mouth. “Why not go dance with a pretty lady. Certainly nobody else has your attention.”
The pirate Captain finally snapped. He slammed his mug down and reached around the table to grab Jaskier around the waist. He hauled him out of the second mate’s grip and onto his feet. “Captain, what are yo-”
“Yer coming with me, siren,” Geralt snarled. Lambert relinquished the nobleman with very little fuss, winking at Jaskier as the pirate Captain swung him up and over his broad shoulder. The young man flashed all three of his co-conspirators a thumbs up as he was carried out of the tavern like a sack of potatoes.
“A little rude to Lambert, don’t you think, sir?” he asked, resting his elbow against Geralt’s shoulder blade and settling his chin onto his hand. He crossed his ankles to make it easier for the pirate to balance his weight comfortably. “But they’ll be happy to know that our little plan worked out.”
Geralt stopped in his tracks but did not set his captive down. “Your what?”
“Our plan,” Jaskier explained as if bored. “To get you to finally do something about all this sexual tension between us. I kissed you on the mouth for fuck’s sake.”
“I thought it was an accident.”
“Oh, and saving you from hanging at the hands of some Skelligan officers, was that an accident? Not sending a ransom note last time we stopped for water and not turning you in for the reward in Novigrad, were those accidents too? There is a hefty bounty on your head, White Wolf, and I could be living independently in a castle somewhere right now except that I happen to find you endlessly attractive and fascinating.”
“Hmm.” Geralt resumed walking. Jaskier noticed with a smirk that his pace had picked up quite a bit. As if he was suddenly in a hurry to be somewhere.
“Hum dismissively all you like, sir, but you’re still carrying me back to your cabin to ravish me senseless, are you not?”
“Ravish may be the wrong word for what I’d like to do to you, but you do look rather tempting.”
“Thank you. I put a lot of effort into this ensemble.”
“You’re a calculating little nymph, aren’t you?”
“No, of course not. I only managed to secure a bunk aboard the Kaer Morhen and wrap its infamous captain around my finger in less than a month. I am but a silly nobleman with excellent dexterity and a penchant for climbing.”
“Lambert was right to call you a minx.”
“He does love that nickname.”
“It’s not an endearment.”
“Whatever.” The ground shifted and Jaskier knew they were making their way up the gangplank and back onto the ship. This was the part he’d been waiting for! Geralt kicked in his cabin door and stepped inside, turning to close and lock it behind them. Jaskier wriggled impatiently. “Set me down!”
“Hmm, no. I rather like the view from here.”
“Excuse me?”
Geralt gave him a gentle smack on the ass, almost a pat really, and huffed out a laugh at Jaskier’s offended noise. “You’ve been an awful lot of trouble for a nobleman and a captive.”
“I’m barely a captive, Geralt. Give it up already.”
“You haven’t signed the book.” He set Jaskier back on his feet and looped his arms around the younger man’s waist to pull him close. “You’re still a captive until you swear on the book and sign your name next to the others. Then you’ll be part of my crew.”
“I have yet to negotiate for my shares,” the brunette stated. He tilted his chin back, baring his neck slightly and offering Geralt his ale-damp lips. “Ten crowns after every capture and I get to sleep in here with you. That sounds fair.”
“You’re a good worker. Seven crowns, you can sleep in here with me, and you can borrow my bandannas whenever you want.”
“Even the red one?”
“Especially the red one.”
Jaskier’s soft pink mouth brushed against the pirate’s as he murmured his answer: “Deal.”
Geralt’s lips crashed against Jaskier’s with the strength of a wave hitting the side of his ship in a maelstrom. The Captain’s mouth was so warm and his lips moved against the younger man’s with almost frightening determination. As if he was trying to prove himself. His arms were strong around the nobleman’s lower back and his white hair brushed deliciously against the skin of Jaskier’s neck.
“You’ve bewitched me, body and soul.”
“Oh, Geralt,” the younger man sighed, opening his mouth to let the other in. I never thought the word ‘plunder’ could apply to kissing but here I stand, corrected by experience yet again. The White Wolf of the Seven Seas pulled away, made breathless by a young and foolish nobleman in search of adventure.
“I’m not a siren, you know. Not even a little. My family’s estate is landlocked.”
Geralt’s fingers rose from his waist and brushed against his cheekbone reverently. Those amber eyes, so cold and focused when he shouted orders or intimidated a merchant captain, were looking down at Jaskier with such devoted tenderness. The ex-noble felt his heart fill anew and double in size. There wasn’t enough room in his body to hold all of this feeling.
“Kiss me again, Captain. Take me to bed.”
“You’re too good at tempting me. You must be evil.”
“I assure you,” Jaskier smirked, ripping Geralt’s shirt over his head in one smooth movement. “I am.”
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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 67
(Header is by the talented @happygowriting)
Welcome to week 67
Well this week wasn’t a long list as I was writing and trying to update one of my fics on top of doctor appts. So I apologize now.
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜
Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.
Click HERE for past reading lists.
My Masterlist click HERE
Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.
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💜 Missy
Little Minx - (Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie
Visions - (Dean, Sam) - @wonder-cole
A tail of two cats - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
Inked to Perfection - (Wanda x Reader) - @lovelyavengers
Blood Lust - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
Brothers in Arms - Chp 1 - (Ransom x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @wiypt-writes
Take Two - @wonder-cole
Carved - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
Beg for Me - (Billy x Reader) - @tuiccim
How to be a gentleman - (Steve x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
Compliance - (Ransom x Reader x Ari x Andy) - @cockslut-padalecki
Show and Tell - (Andy x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
Run - (Lee x Reader) - @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog
Cloaked - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420
A Different Kind of Release - (Ari x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18
An Illicit Taste - (Ransom x Reader) - @ozarkthedog
Geminus Noctum - (Steve x Reader, Reader x Andy) - @sweetlyscared
Apple Pie Life - (Dean x Reader) - @wonder-cole
Tricks and Treats - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
What Lies Within - (Thor x Reader) - @itgetsdarksometimes35
A Lost Cause - (Ransom x Reader) - @sagechanoafterdark
I got a funny feeling - (Brock x Reader) - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
Rawhide - Chp 6 - (Steve x Reader) - @wiypt-writes
Fire and Rain - Part 5 - Part 6 - @wonder-cole
Rock n’ Roll People in a Disco World - Chp 10 Part 2 - @wiypt-writes
Oh, I could just EAT YOU UP! - (Loki x Reader) - @caffiend-queen
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Wrong Encounter
Synth’s 5K Follower Challenge / How it started – How’s it going?
@syntheticavenger , Congrats on reaching 5K and thank you for hosting this magnificent celebratory challenge.
Title: Wrong Encounter
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader
Challenge: Any character but arguing over being charged for something you didn’t order at a restaurant and the owner comes to assist.
Warning: 18+ only, dark content, explicit language, explicit sexual content, vaginal play/teasing?, sex/human trafficking?, sexwork, forced prostitution, forced sexwork, smut, unprotected sex, NonCon
A/N: I can’t say this enough; Synth thank you for inspiring me to write again!
I could have gone any direction yet this came out and fought me along the way, so I whipped out the old skool pen and paper. Maybe a little too save on the warnings, but at least they’re there. Don’t think it is dark enough, so enjoy this masterpiece of crappiness, because editing is not making it any better with this beer I’m consuming. Also as a non-native tongue here, so ALL mistakes are my own. Only lightly proofread, so don’t come for me.
ENJOY!
Pictures for moodboard inspo found on pinterest, so all the credit goes to the respectful owners. The quote inspired the final part to this.
How it started
The red ambiance of the room mixed well with the black shining floor and hanging chandeliers, it was slick and well set up. Looking around the room had you wondering what the parties must be like at night. A colleague had recommended this new place – an exquisite night – as they had described it. Yours ending miserably having a disagreement with your waiter.
The waiter had a way of pissing you off tonight and irritation was clearly bubbling “I’ve only had the steak with sides and a fucking bottle of rose, not the entire fish tank and three bottles of your most expensive champagne” your white knuckles balling around his collar as you practically screamed in his face.
“There was another table that said you would pay for them.” It sounded like a plea of trying to settle the rage that was coursing through your body.
“OUTRAGEOUS -- you don’t fact check with your customers?” You seethed “Listen up you little shit. I want to speak to your manager” throwing him out of your grasp, making him stumble backwards bumping into someone.
“He’s already here and you have his undivided attention” your waiter stands in front of the large man awkwardly “Get back to work Jensen, I’ll deal with this fiery kitten” he nods and practically runs off.
Annoyance rising at his degrading comment. “Perfect, an insult to go with the wrongly charges to my bill”
“Ma’am please calm down, I’m sure there’s a way to resolve this mishap” his stance intimidates you
Your eyes wandered to his silver nametag “Why should I calm down, mister Drysdale? Or should I say, entitled prick?” there was pride in your comeback, no-one should ever call you a fiery little kitten.
“Ma’am, Ransom, please and watch your mouth, because we have places for woman like you.” It almost sounds like a threat and you’re willing to fight him on it.
He’s a dark enigma, you can feel it radiate from his body. You’re too caught in taking in his enchanting features and wonder what kind of sorcery this man is using on you to make you feel so small.
“Why don’t we settle this in my office” A charming smile thrown your way, but you’re too caught up in observing the blue-eyed man in front of you “Ma’am?”
“Sorry, yeah, the idiot waiting on me charged more to my bill than I even consumed.” You explained without him asking for any of it.
“Unfortunate, but it happens, please follow me to my office so we can resolve this. Can I offer you a coffee or something else for the inconvenience?”
“No – No, your waiter overcharged me. No need to sit down somewhere private for this idiotic mishap” words falling firmly from your tongue “Just fix my bill so I can be on my way and never come back.”
“Please, let us sort this out, if you just come with me to my office -- we can talk this over” His calming persistence had you hooked and you took a deep breath in.
“Fine.”
“Great, thank you – Jensen, we’ll be in my office, don’t fuck up more than you already have” You roll your eyes at the barked order, he felt superior to his employees.
You had followed him into his office, the golden name plate beaming on the door. The dark aesthetic of his office fitted well with the ambiance he’d created in his restaurant and nightclub, it felt luxurious and exclusive, sprinkled with a bit of mystery.
Ransom stood by his bar cart filled with expensive liquors while your eyes lingered on the well-stocked bookshelves. Ransom Drysdale didn’t look like much of a reader to you.
“My grandfathers, well most of it anyway, he’s a writer and owns Blood Like Wine Publishing” Ransom explained looking at your admiring gaze. You look back at him noticing his motioning gesture to the chairs “Please sit, can I offer you a drink?”
“No thank you” shaking your head at his offer, he poured his poison of choice, even though you had refused he handed you a glass. It would be rude to decline again, you accepted the tumbler letting your fingers trace the outlines of the crystal glass in your hand.
“I won’t keep you for long. What happened?”
“Tonight I celebrated my promotion and a colleague recommended this place. To find out that – Jensen, I believe his name is – added the entire fish menu and three bottles of your exclusive champagne to my bill. Only to justify it with -- the other customers told me that you would pay for them – kinda bullshit” anger returning you gulped down the strong spirit.
“I apologize for the experience. How about we forget this night? I want you to come back somewhere next week. Let us wine and dine you, give you the experience you deserved to have had tonight.” He took a sip from his own glass looking at you with darkened yet hopeful eyes.
It had been a tempting offer, was it going to be worth your time or would you be left disappointed again? “You know what, fine. I’ll be here next week, same time, same day.”
How’s it going?
One week later
Everything in you had screamed not to continue the night in Ransom’s office. Yet here you we, having had that hard liquor burning down your throat. He’d explained how you owed him now and that his interest in your aggression -- a week prior -- had sparked his desire. There was no going back, there was no way out.
Ransom’s looking forward to what is to come. For now, he’s cherishing this moment, he loves the switch being pulled, when the terror fills your eyes and start to physically fight him. They always did and he knows you will too, within the soundproof walls screaming when there is still fight left.
Your mind still trying to comprehend his plans for you. You weren’t sure what to say, instead you settled on staring back at him. Your optic view taking in his well-build frame. You licked your lips unknowingly when he flexed his pecks under the crisp white button down. Your body betraying you by your crossed legs clenching together.
“Like what you see, precious?” your wandering gaze shot up to meet his eyes, your cheeks blushed as you got caught in the act “-I am certainly liking what I’m seeing”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Mister Drysdale” you roll your eyes, leaning forward to set the empty tumbler on his desk. He’d taken a step sideways having his crotch right in your face. “Is this really how you want to settle this?”
“Ransom, I insist -- and funny you should ask.” He looks amused by your question “This is exactly how we’re going to finish this extravaganza I offered you”
He was on you before you could even make a comeback. His strong arms had lifted you from the chair, kissing you roughly. A strong – almost painful – hold on your neck, other on your hip pushing you into him feeling his stiff shaft probing against your lower belly.
You felt the shame rising as you let out a moan. His free hand hiking up your skirt, ripping your panties with his calloused hands. The sound snapped you back to reality of what was happening. You tried to push him off, but struggled in his strong grasp. Grabbing his wrist digging your nails in into his flesh.
“You evil spawn.” He roared crushing the grip on your neck, making you squirm “I was going to make this a pleasant thing, but now I’ll take what’s mine.”
“Rail me daddy.” You taunted, you knew you shouldn’t, but there was nothing left to loose.
“That mouth on you little minx. Not one to deny requests though, so the pleasure will be all mine -- Until.That.Cunt.Is.All.Fucked.Out.” with each word spoken he had rubbed himself on you, the heat in your pussy rising unwillingly.
“I just didn’t know you were running a brothel.”
“This is not a brothel, there are no prostitutes at this address. Just woman with disrespecting mouths like yours solicited for exclusive places like mine” Ransom muses “Because you’re staying right here – with me” He forces your neck to bend uncomfortably forcing you to look into his darkened orbs.
Trying to fight him, but failed under his strength. Your body surrendering to his brutal force pressing you into the mahogany wood. The chime of his belt and zip being undone echoing through the room.
“Don’t please.” You begged trying to get out of this horrible nightmare. A wrong encounter because of being wrongly charged for items you didn’t consume.
“Let’s play a little game first; if those panties aren’t drenched - I’ll let you go” Keening at the cool air hitting your clit when Ransom’s hands opened your wet lips. “But – if that sweet little honey pot of yours is soaked for me, I’ll fuck you open with just my cock and you’ll stay right here -- forever.”
“No.” you protested.
His whispered confession only proved his twisted game. “I think you and I both know what it will be.” His fingers played with your clit and prodded your entrance. A soft wail escaped at his given attention. “I think you’ll be a nice addition to my selection of ladies.” Ransom couldn’t help but smirk at your powerless expression. His confession only added to the unwavering pain of realization that you were stuck in this newfound imprisonment.
Thumbs pressing into your ass, his other fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. He slams into your fluttering cunt, the air leaving your body from his unforgiving pace. You scream loudly at the unwanted pleasure.
You’re fully trapped underneath Ransom’s body, impaling you from behind continuously. “Scream for me!” It’s an order you won’t obey and you squeak when he balls your hair in his fist “Fierce little minxes like yourself are made for places like mine” Ransom growls into your ear. “Let me hear those gorgeous sounds, precious. Scream while you still can before it vanishes. No-one can hear you, scream for ME.”
Ransom’s arm finds its way around your neck jerking you into his toned chest, your hips being bruised from the impact of the wood. Your hands grip his arm trying to loosen the chokehold, fighting for air into your lungs only to have it escape with every rut inwards. His free hand rubbing circles on your pulsating bead, his pleasured grunts making your stomach churn.
Pleasure taken from your - desperate, powerless and giving - body in his arms. He ravishes your body, like you’re his personal favourite fucktoy. Your legs start to tremble and your orgasm builds rapidly under the abuse, little whimpers escaping you. Tears streaming down your cheeks at the realisation of being solicited for a brothel.
Only seconds later your body surrendered to the fire within you, screaming out to Ransom while your body shook heavily in his hold. His arms let you go, your quivering body dropping on the desk, panting from the intense build orgasm. The lost air stings with every inhale, you’re too tired to fight him.
Ransom sat down in his leather chair and picked up the phone. You tried to look away from him, but he is fast to grab your hair and keep the intense stare. Ransom’s pride beams, he’s a heartless beast. He’s always gotten what he wanted and you’re just a new addition to his elite gentlemen’s club.
“Barber? Yes! She’s definitely the one. How I know? She’s fucked out on my desk, tight little cunt on her. Perfect for the job, draw up the contract will you” A snarled order followed by a darkened smile and filthy wink thrown your way. “Her mouth looks exquisite; I’ll make sure to reserve it for your cock. So she can suck it as a thank you!”
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Title: Snowstorm Soup
Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Word Count: 356
Warnings: implied smut
Author's Note: I came across a list of prompts for January. Haven't decided if I want to try and do all of them, but I think it would be good practice for moodboards and even just getting the chance to just jot something down when I can. 💖 Happy Sunday. Mistakes are my own.
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Divider by @happygowriting 💕
You watched as the flurry of flakes turned into a snowstorm from the bedroom window. Your plans of going to town today were thwarted.
You saw the wind whipping around outside, and you could almost feel the cold through the windows. The heater had yet to kick back on, so you started to look for something to warm you up with. Glancing around the room, something nice and warm caught your eye. You slipped into it and made your way down to the kitchen.
You started up the stove to boil a pot of water and began gathering the necessary ingredients to make Grandma’s snowstorm soup. It was nothing special, just a family recipe that was made whenever you were snowed in.
Frantic footsteps were heard from down the hall a little while later, making their way closer to you.
“Hey. Have you seen my sweater anywhere? I thought I had left it on the-” Ransom’s words were cut short when he caught a glance of the view in front of him. You had bent over for some vegetables in the bottom drawer of the fridge, putting everything you had on display beneath the ridden-up sweater. “You little minx…” licking his lips, he contemplated how he was going to punish you for stealing his sweater.
“Hey, baby. Sorry, but I have not. Do you mind setting the table for me? Lunch will be ready in about twenty minutes.”
You felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist, but what took you by surprise was being lifted from the floor. Ransom closed the refrigerator door with his foot as he turned to take you to the table. Once sat upon it, he rids the sweater from your body and starts to run his hands along his favorite curves.
His lips smashed into yours, as you ran your hands through his hair and wrapped your legs around his waist.
A sly grin slowly slipped onto his face, pushing you back with curiosity.
“Table is set,” he started to pull away from you, but slunk down to his knees, pushing your own further apart.
“And lunch is served.”
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