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mylevisdontfitanymore · 4 months

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HELP I can't stop thinking about this fic: https://www.tumblr.com/mylevisdontfitanymore/689619340309446656?source=share and how maybe after Andy has had his fill and is finally done fucking Ransom he spends the rest of the night pumping him full of more alcohol and food and maybe he spends the entire rest of the cruise out of his mind as Andy's drunken plaything, too stuffed and bloated to move far from the bed without lots of help, too drunk to think about anything but his stomach and how much more of everything he wants and always available for Andy to fuck when he pleases

@achubbydumpling Ransom × Andy dark fic, "A Little Extra: Cruise Ship"

I mean… fucking SAME

I remember when Dumpling first wrote and posted that and we had a lengthy conversation about some darker scenarios for that pairing. So, this chaotic, horny drabble will be heavily inspired by that interaction. Thank you for the inspiration Dumpling, as always ❤️

Unbeta'd, warning for dark Ransom × Andy, intox kink, alcohol consumption, mentioned of past non-con/dub-con, free-use, stuffing, weight gain, humiliation/fat shaming, etc.

Andy can’t honestly be blamed for what he does because… have you seen Ransom? That soft, pale skin and pretty, pink mouth with an especially plump bottom lip; those big blue eyes, most often lit with a challenge and dare; his expensive clothes tailored to fit his body. He’s irresistible normally. But, better yet, have you seen Ransom when he’s drunk and messy? Anyone would do anything to have that rich brat when he’s sloshed.

Drunk Ransom and his fat, round belly full of all the alcohol he’s been downing like it’s water. Andy doesn’t even need to encourage him so much, his greedy nature from growing up in the high life does it for Andy. Ransom simply drains bottles and bottles without caring about anything, not the price of the smooth liquor or spectacle of his expanding waistline, his belly bloating right out of his luxurious, perfectly tailored clothes until he’s so full and round - his skin pulled so impressively taut - that he may as well be a walking keg or even a walking, really waddling, barrel. Almost audibly sloshing with too many drinks. It’s a fucking miracle if Andy lets him walk anywhere, though. His slight exhibitionism, his hunger to see the stares of disbelief at such a huge, sloshed brat, is overridden by the possessive fire inside him to keep Ransom.

He wants to keep Ransom full, bloated and packed to the point that he’s stuck on his back, and he wants to keep Ransom to himself. He wants him as a pet. An obedient pet that will do anything he wants, like, for example, drink another bottle and chase the alcohol with soft, pillowy carbs that will drink the liquid inside him and expand further. Andy wants to get him to the point that his stomach is really struggling, creaking and gurgling with how bloated it is.

Here’s the thing, though: Ransom may come off like a bitch and a brat to everyone after being spoiled his entire life but, he metaphorically (and now literally) has the softest underbelly that Andy who, oppositely, appears to be sweet and doting and soft once as the ideal family man but Andy has this very dark side, hidden from most people he encounters. It’s not hidden from Ransom. That dark side is lured out by Ransom. There’s just… something so irresistible about Ransom. Andy can’t stop himself from taking advantage of Ransom. It’s hardly his fault, though, with how much rich boy is asking for it - stumbling around, drinking, and fixing him with those fiery eyes.

Andy has a habit of only having a few drinks here and there, so he barely gets tipsy when he does drink, and this habit works to his advantage now, leaving him with a near completely clear, sober mind to admire this messy, uncoordinated prince… all doughy and spoiled. He’s never done a damn thing besides sit on his ass. (And, fuck yes, would you look at that! He’s got a fucking fat ass. All shapely. Nice and round and wide. Andy wants to sink his teeth into it.) Besides, Ransom’s rich fat. He takes the time to always work lotion into his skin and wax and get massages and, just, otherwise take immaculate care of himself. So, he doesn’t have any stretch marks anywhere on his body. He only has pale, soft, plump, and doughy fat. He’s lush. Smooth. So easy on the eyes and perfect underhand. No stretch marks anywhere on his soft body… not until he meets Andy.

Andy, as we know, can’t resist and he takes advantage of his pale, unmarred body and claims it for himself. Andy fucks him hard and leaves hickies on his puffy tits, thick thighs, and absolute shelf of an ass but, of course, those bitten-in marks don’t hold a candle to the permanent marks Andy makes on Ransom. Andy will have Ransom to himself. He will keep him. And he will claim what’s his by stuffing and bloating Ransom until he’s literally on the cusp of bursting. Funneling alcohol and liquor and spirts and anything that leaves his sweet mouth loose and slurring into him. Stuffing any kind of food down his throat, too. Watching ethusastically as it all stretches his skin so badly, leaving lengthy, obvious, red marks all over his previously spotless body and ruining his body.

Jesus.

Ruining his body. The thought of being the one to ruin Ransom makes Andy feral like nothing else. It feeds into his darkness, making him only want to stuff him worse and ruin him worse and… it goes on and on.

Ransom gets that way, ruined, by being kept as a little pet for Andy. It goes beyond the cruise. Andy snatches Ransom up and just won’t let him go.

At first, when Ransom surfaces from the night after Andy drugged him and used him when he was so full and sloshing he was fucking pissed at Andy. Seeing red. Seething and baring his teeth. But. Also… damn it, he gets it. Through his pounding headache, waking up entirely naked with his legs spread wide and slutty underneath the weight of his desperately full bladder and still bloated stomach, he comes to the conclusion that he knows that he would’ve done the same if presented with such an opportunity. A poor, little thing wandering the ship bloated and wanting to indulge so badly that they’re willing to go to dinner with a stranger, stuffing themselves, helpless as a baby deer under the drugs slipped into their system… Ransom licks his lips.

Yeah.

He’s equally fucked up.

C’mon, he’s rich - if he sees something he wants, he gets it. It’s that way with people, too, not just things. He could see how if he couldn’t charm or bribe his way into someone’s pants as usual, he might just get them drunk enough that they’re easy and pliable to have what he wants from them. It just so happens that when that was used on him, it unlocked his spoiled hedonism and he couldn’t stop pigging out. So…

He doesn’t blame Andy. He can’t stay mad, even if it feels like he’s pulled a fucking muscle with how big he got (and still is), puffed up tight and round on alcohol and sugar. Rich boy has never been sore before. He’s not familiar. He could be though. It’s achy and throbby and… he kind of likes how it feels. It feels like a job well done. He’s pushed himself so much that he’s made himself sore. Damn.

With Ransom not only not pissed but also into it, they develop A Thing.

Specifically, a relationship based on free use and indulgence.

Andy is the one in control and Ransom is the one giving himself over to be stuffed and fucked and filled. Anything Andy wants to do to him. Anyway Andy wants to fill him. Ransom aches and throbs for it, craving the fullness and heaviness now that he’s had it once - chasing the high.

So, Andy keeps Ransom drunk whenever he doesn’t need to be present in reality for his responsibilities. Which are… what exactly? Ransom doesn’t work, not thanks to that multigenerational wealth, so there are not many times he has to be sober for “responsibilities.” He has a whole fucking team of people managing everything about his life (his “babysitters” according to Andy’s mocking laughter), meaning more than anything else, he’s nice and full. Well. Usually, if he’s how Andy wants him he’s painfully full. Sloshy yet packed tight. His stomach made into a water balloon.

And that’s where most of those stretch marks come from.

Poor baby. He gets all marked up so fast! Aw. 🙄

As established, Ransom has lived the high life since he was born, he’s always been fed the best foods and drinks and hasn’t had to work a day in his life, so he’s always been soft. His slowing teenage metabolism has left him puffy. Not quite yet chubby, but certainly on his way with his problem controlling himself and his appetite for, well, everything. But then Andy comes crashing into his life and feeds him and feeds him and feeds him, and Ransom is growing fatter faster than he ever could’ve on his own. Faster than he ever would’ve dared. Ransom is pretty vain. He wanted to stay in shape and “presentable” but he can’t. He can’t help himself. And Andy sure as hell won’t help him. He’ll just pop the cork to another wine bottle and hand it over, making sure to lift the end of the bottle when Ransom tries to stop and catch his breath. He wants him to down the entire thing. Chug it. Now.

Despite all the alcohol that should give Ransom a solid, hard beer gut, Ransom continues to pack on butter-soft fat. Soft, plush fat that can be felt when he’s not drum-tight from impossibly high levels of fullness.

Andy doesn’t care about Ransom’s pleasure in their arrangement of free use. He only cares about his own. Just like that first night when they encountered each other. He’s focused on himself. Fucking Ransom’s pasty, doughy thighs, then his clenching, tight little hole. Dumping him onto the bed and having his way with him, completely unrestrained.

During bloating and/or stuffing sessions, the pained groans Ransom gives, the way he clutches at his expanding, tight gut desperately, or his attempts to jerk his head away from a new bottle or another spoonful of a rich, decadent dessert do nothing to stop Andy. He can complain and squirm as much as he wants but it’s not gonna change the fact that he’s only done when Andy is satisfied. He’s his pet and his toy. He’s Andy’s to play with and use and ruin however he wants. All the new stretch marks Ransom develops appear seemingly overnight and appear very early on in their arrangement. The marks are dark and intense, his poor skin is literally splitting open with the pressure of all that food and alcohol in his belly. He whines and tries hard to soothe them with lotion and ice and heating packs, but it does nothing. Andy doesn’t care until he does. When he does, it’s because he’s getting off on it. Getting off and splattering them with come.

New stretch marks along with the rapid explosion of buttery soft fat on Ransom’s frame are just more evidence of that little fact… this isn’t about Ransom’s pleasure; it’s about Andy’s.

Andy is shamelessly using him.

Actually, if anything, the stretch marks, groans, whimpers, and visible discomfort, even pain, when Ransom is being used especially roughly turn Andy on. Fuck, look how much control I have over Ransom. Look how willing my rich, bitchy boy toy is to eat for me. Drink for me. Look at how he can’t stop me. Ransom heels. He surrenders. He’s so fucking easy and pathetic and that��s why Andy had to have him that first night, drugging him to get it.

Pathetic and needy.

It’s so easy for Ransom to fall into that mindset of being used up. Ruined. Controlled. He enjoys being Andy’s pet and fuck toy so much. It starts against his will, yeah, but it’s also everything he’s ever wanted. It’s not about his pleasure but… also, it is. He’s being spoiled and taken care of and pampered. He’s nearly always blackout drunk but that’s just a little detail. It doesn’t matter that much, most people in high society have alcohol problems behind closed doors anyway! Andy isn’t doing anything totally terrible. He’s just getting Ransom where he was bound to end up anyway, speed-running the debauchery of being so grossly rich.

Sure, when Ransom is lucid enough to think (a true rarity), he tells himself that he doesn’t want the weight that comes with the indulgence but it has to stay because he can’t separate the two. But, that’s not how it really is. Rich boy is lying to himself. And that’s nothing new.

It’s a lie because he can’t help it when he’s sober, when he’s tipsy, when he’s drunk, when he’s high, anything, he grabs his belly, his thighs, his moobs, any part of his suddenly much fatter body he can reach. He grabs himself. He wants it. He wants to feel it. He wants to see his body jiggle and move as he jerks off or tries to pitifully bounce on Andy’s cock only to find it to be too much work, going back to just lying there with the room spinning, letting Andy do all the heavy lifting. It’s fine. It’s great! Even if he tells himself he “doesn’t like it,” he doesn’t like gaining weight, it doesn’t matter. Andy is forcing him into it. There’s no guilt. Just indulgence. Just pounds piling onto his overburdened frame.

And… with the acceptance that he can’t stop, he’s only going to grow bigger and bigger and bigger until (or if) Andy decides to stop, Ransom is completely, wholly a rich pet. He sits on his ass, never lifting a finger, only getting fatter and fatter. Being fed all day, rolling around and jerking himself off if and when Andy has to leave to go to work or get more groceries or… whatever it is that he still has to do himself because he can’t pay one of his countless personal assistants to do it for him as his pet can. Disgustingly rich and shameless, detached from the everyday person’s lifestyle.

However, their exploitative dynamic gets worse and worse better and better until Andy has Ransom trained to only orgasm when he’s being fed or bloated. It started with Ransom’s love of having anything in his mouth. He’s always enjoyed fingers in his mouth, or cock or pussy in his mouth during sex - coming faster when he has something to occupy his plush lips - but it’s transformed. Andy exploits his oral fixation, perverting it until no matter how much Ransom tries to jerk himself off under his overflowing belly or reaches around his wide blubber to finger himself until he’s shaking, sweating, and whining from the unprecedented hard work, he can’t reach his climax. He can’t come until he’s being fed or bloated. He needs something being forced down his throat! He goes without (a long time for him, a few hours, but a pathetically short amount of time for literally anyone else) until he can’t and he slurs through begging words. Please, please, please, I need sugar! I need carbs! I need fat! I need alcohol! I need to come!

Then…

Andy makes it worse.

He always does.

Worse and worse and worse. Using him. Ruining him.

Andy forces Ransom to go from needing something edible in his mouth to needing his gut to be full, too. He needs something in his mouth and he needs his belly full. He’s so used to constantly being drunk and pigged out that when he isn’t, instinctually, all he’s thinking about is food and alcohol. More. He wants more. He has to be comfortable at his baseline.

And his baseline has become warped to the “comfort” of being painfully full, so packed and tight that new stretch marks are on the way.

Then, and only then, bloated like a beached whale, can he come.

Pathetic.

Also - as if Ransom needs more, the greedy bitch - Andy loves to dress Ransom up in luxury clothes. Andy gets hard from putting him in everything from panties and corsets and stockings and heels to full, classic suits. Slacks. Belts. Waistcoats. Jackets. Always Andy uses Ransom’s money - extensively using the passcodes he gave him to get into his bottomless bank accounts - and then stuffs and bloats him until he bursts out of his brand-new clothes. Immediately ruined and in need of replacement. The expensive fabric is nothing but scraps once they’re done with it. Rips and tears from fat bulging through, buttons missing, popped off from all the pressure, ladders in stretched stockings caused by widening hips and thighs.

And Ransom loves it. Of course, he’s ended up growing out of all his clothes… again. He wants to do it more, too. Please. The greed is on a constant loop in his mind, only intensified when Andy is near, pleading, feed me, feed me, feed me. Feed me! Feed me!

Ransom’s only known indulgence and luxury his entire life. He’s the worst kind of glutton. Always has been.

So it’s really not surprising to anyone from his old life - rich family and stuck-up “friends” - that he’s blown up like a balloon, even if they all make nasty comments about his gain. Unafraid to shame him, mocking him to his face as well as behind his back. Asking him if he really needs to eat all of that when they lunch together. Raising eyebrows when each and every time they see Ransom, he’s in new, larger clothes. Telling him to hurry up when they stroll, and he waddles through the many rooms of a mansion estate or the garden outside, side by side. Pestering Ransom about going to see a doctor because the baby should’ve come a few months ago, shouldn’t it have? Or simply outright telling him that he’s too fat and it’s embarrassing - threatening to cut him off or write him out of wills if he doesn’t slim back down to their expectations. They have standards. They have reputations to uphold. They can’t be seen with such a slob.

A pig.

When they say those terrible things to Ransom’s face, Andy might be comforting... if he feels like it. But usually, he’s demeaning, too.

Ransom lives for it. He gets some shivery enjoyment from people from his own walk of life shaming him, but it’s nothing like the pleasure of having the man who corrupted him shame him and then keep fucking ruining him. It’s the finest kind of head-spinning depravity. Always with some new way to make fun of him…

“Of course, they said that, pet,” Andy drawls, his accent really coming through when he’s turned on. “Did you forget to look in the mirror before you left the house?” He grabs his face and squishes his chubby chin and cheeks, “speaking of… you’re about the size of a house these days,” he grins.

Ransom whimpers at the same time that his tummy growls - it’s far from empty, but, whenever someone talks about his weight, it just makes him hungry. Hungrier. He’s always hungry. You can’t stretch his stomach to the size that it is without a voracious appetite.

Or…

Andy snorts, “can’t blame them for asking who tailors you’re clothes, can you, Rans? No one in high-end fashion makes clothes the size of tents.” He pulls at the soft sweater he’s wearing, the knit thick and making him look even thicker and softer. “They expect their wealthy patrons to know better than regular, working, and middle-class people, pet. They know the rich will stay thinner because they’re vain. That, or, you know, get the fat sucked out of them, going all plastic.”

Ransom moans around the beer bottle between his lips, he doesn’t stop swallowing more of the malty, flavorful drink, though. He can’t stop. Andy is right. There’s so much about the high life that requires so much self-control. Ransom has never had self-control. He can’t. He can’t control himself. He needs more.

Or…

“Aw, pet, were they making fun of you again?”

Ransom nods, pouting.

Andy just sighs, happily satisfied, “telling you you better get your eating under control, hm?”

Again, he nods.

“Imagine that… anyone thinking you are the one in control. You’re just a sweet, brainless little pet. Well. Not little. Not anymore,” he chuckles, and Ransom pants, his gut too heavy on his lungs. “They don’t know I’m the one fattening you up,” he pinches his ass filthily until Ransom squeaks, “this is mine. I fucking built this ass. But they don’t know that, pet. And they don’t even question it. Isn’t that wonderful, piggy? You’re so greedy they don’t even think about foul play. They just assume it’s your nature and you got hugely fat all by yourself.”

Ransom feels hot, his head is spinning again, and his vision is blurry as if he’s been afflicted by a sudden fever. They’re only in the next room over, taking a breather before they go and mingle with more of Ransom’s family. Ransom doesn’t give a fuck about his family (he never really has), but he especially doesn’t give a fuck right now. Right now he wants Andy to feel up his belly and jerk him off. Now. He’s so fucking horny. It’s hard enough to be sober for so long, acutely aware of every pound of fat on him, how he jiggles and moves, without anything to numb him, but when he’s being teased about it, too? Meanly by his family and meanly 🥵 by his fucking owner and feeder?

Fuck.

He’s too fucking hornyyyy.

“You want out of those clothes tonight, pet?” Andy tugs at the straining fabric of his waistcoat, barely holding around his rotund middle, the buttons this close to pulling apart so much that gaps form, exposing his dress shirt underneath.

Ransom nods eagerly, completely breathless at the thought (not that that’s a hard thing to achieve when he’s so severely restricted).

Andy tips his head to the side, indicating a passing server with champagne flukes on their elegantly balanced tray from the corner he’s crowded Ransom into, “then you better start fucking drinking,” he gruffly whispers, lips to his ear.

Ransom moans. Thank God. He’s been miserable sipping on just water all night, trying to be on his best behavior when around others.

“If you pop a button by the time we leave, in front of everyone, then you won’t have to go to bed clothed and aching. If not…” Andy just smirks, “it’s not like you can come without being so fucking grossly stuffed that you burst out of your clothes anyway, so it won’t matter, will it, pig?”

Ransom goes up in flames.

Immediately, he flags down the help and empties the tray of flukes into his keg-belly before waddling back into the middle of the party, unashamedly taking two of everything being passed out by the help. Food and drinks. He has a mission. Make a pig of himself in front of everyone until he pops.

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achubbydumpling · 2 years

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A Little Extra: Cruise Ship

Rating: Explicit Words: 1000 Pairing: Andy Barber/Ransom Drysdale Additional Tags: Darkfic, Noncon, Dark Andy Barber, Drugging, Alcohol, Stuffing, Thigh Fucking

[on AO3]

Ransom Drysdale doesn’t do things by halves. When he turned 21, he gifted himself a two week luxury cruise. Technically, it was his granddad’s money, but he did pay with the credit card Harlan had given him.

Boarding was predictably annoying even with dozens of employees zipping around collecting luggage and handing out drinks. Social norms would dictate that he limits himself to one or two, but Ransom was pleasantly buzzed by the time he was finally on board.

But it was his birthday (week) so that was completely fine.

Ransom had that same attitude when he discovered there was an open bar on the top deck. Apparently compensatory, since boarding took so long. Ransom happily drank his fill. More than that.

He was pretty drunk by the time dinner rolled around. His balance failed him, and he stumbled straight into the arms of another passenger, who grabbed him tightly to steady him.

“What the hell?” Ransom pushed the guy away. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

Infuriatingly, he only smiled patiently at Ransom.

“I must’ve gotten in your way. Why don’t I make it up over dinner? I’m Andy.” He reached his hand out in greeting.

Is this guy serious? But, hey, Ransom wasn’t someone to turn down an invitation like that. Who wouldn’t want to spend their time in his company?

Andy gently steadied Ransom with a hand on his lower back. He led them under deck and to one of the restaurants. Seafood. Disgusting.

But Andy had already pushed another glass of prosecco in Ransom’s hand which quickly mellowed him out enough to stay. Their waiter brought a basket of bread and butter to the table.

Ransom kept to his drink until Andy buttered him up a slice and pushed it in his hand. Like on autopilot he started eating. The entire basket was empty by the time the waiter came back with their appetizers.

Andy kept refilling Ransom’s glass. First, prosecco, then wine and finally vodka cocktails. A few drops of dronabinol were hardly noticeable in those. Ransom didn’t question why Andy kept taking the glasses from the waiter instead of letting him put them down in front of Ransom. Too buzzed already to notice Andy pushing more food and drink on him either.

“You’re a really good listener,” Ransom slurred when their dessert arrived at the table. Andy smiled amusedly, he hadn’t gotten in a word edgewise in over an hour, but sure whatever made Ransom feel better.

“Why don’t you eat and then we can keep talking.”

“Yeah... I’m really— I’m hungry,” Ransom said like he’d just noticed it.

He dug in like he hadn’t just eaten two appetizers and most of two main courses. Both desserts to “share” ended up in Ransom’s belly too.

“Shit, I’m full,” Ransom dug his knuckles into the sides of his overstretched belly. They actually sunk in a bit.

The high-life had already left some small marks on his body. His teenage metabolism finally gone to shit, he straddled the line of actually softening up. Now, though he looked nice and bloated. Andy couldn’t wait to take him back to his cabin.

“Ready to go?”

“Huh?” Ransom blinked up at Andy. He looked so fucking dumb Andy almost burst out laughing.

“Back to your room.” Andy obviously talked down to him, but Ransom didn’t even notice. He patted Ransom’s cheek and then pulled him up to his feet.

It took a good few minutes for them to reach Andy’s cabin because Ransom kept stumbling over his own feet.

“How much longer?”

“Almost there.”

“I’m hungry.”

“I know,” Andy reassured Ransom and once he’d led him inside to the bed, he handed Ransom some peanuts from the mini-bar.

“Are you gonna be good for me or do you need some more to drink?”

Ransom blindly reached for the tiny Vodka bottle (topped off with more dronabinol) Andy was holding out and downed it in one gulp.

“’s not water.”

“I know. Why don’t you turn over for me now, honey?”

Ransom started to form a question but when Andy helped turn him over, he went without much struggle. Even when Andy started pulling his trousers down, Ransom didn’t have the wherewithal to do anything about it.

“Would you look at that,” Andy groaned when he saw how thick and soft Ransom’s thighs were. This rich boy was definitely spending most of his time sitting on his ass. Pasty white and doughy. Andy couldn’t resist but grab two handfuls and knead them roughly.

Ransom actually started grinding against the bed. Andy palmed himself through his slacks while he watched Ransom writhe around completely uncoordinated. His original plan had been to have his fun and dump Ransom back in his cabin at the end of the night, but fuck if this wasn’t the prettiest thing he’d seen.

Andy had been itching for a proper fuck but seeing the way Ransom’s legs rubbed together gave him a different idea and his patience was wearing thin. He leant over Ransom’s back and got a bottle of lube out of the bed side table.

“Who— What are you doing?”

“It’s ok, honey. Don’t worry about it.” Andy smoothed his hands down Ransom’s back until he relaxed and then wandered further down until he’d reached Ransom’s thighs again. He slicked up the tight space between them, not caring about the mess on the sheets.

Ransom squirmed under the touch. Torn between pulling away and pushing back.

With one hand Andy undid his slacks and pushed his briefs down enough to get his cock out. Two, three strokes were enough to get him fully hard. The anticipation was driving him crazy.

Andy prepared for some resistance, but he slid in easily. Fuck, he didn’t think he could walk away from this like usual.

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“C’mere, drink something. I think you’re a bit confused.”

“’S weird.”

“Must be because it’s filtered. Do you want to sleep some more?”

Ransom shook his head. That dumb, doe-eyed expression was back.

“Hungry?”

#I made this :D #Darkfic #Stuffing #noncon/dubcon #chubby Ransom #dark feeder Andy #Get Beached #Get Beached 2022

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paperlovesadness · 9 months

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Ransom/Doubles/Scared of Love lyrics

Listen - if I can't sleep because I can't stop thinking about these specific song lyrics - I might as well just take advantage of it and give back to the fandom. So here's what I managed to decipher - with immense help from @kiray1991 who immediately got a few of these lines on our first listen and quoted them to me - and which I would honestly probably not get at all (we're the perfect team! 💖) Corrections are very welcome. Maybe in comments?/replies? Doubles in particular has a few doozies - as you will see 👀 (I'll mark our biggest doubts with a color)

Ransom

Never gonna stop complainin’ What’s the point in waitin’? Waitin’ for someone to break your heart and- I’m anticipatin’ a lifetime of evasion When I’ve already paid You’re holding me to ransom honey But I’ve run out of money this time I’m looking for some answers honey Promise to be gentle with my mind All the time to make ends meet About to see a change in me Give me your gold star Top of the charts now Lonely as the top can be Take a chance Make a leap Solo crusader You’re holding me to ransom honey But I’ve run out of money this time I’m looking for some answers honey Promise to be gentle with my mind I’ve always struggled to find my way Oh but lately I’ve been summoned to a different kind of place So get yourself together and find the words to say ‘Cause I’d do anything for you ‘Cause I’d do anything for you ‘Cause I’d do anything for you ‘Cause I’d do anything for you

Doubles

Woke up in a dusty mood Just clear my head and wave my bed goodbye But I’m feelin’ shy Oh my brother’s I’ve done it again I’ve wished it away before it began Oh why Oh my And I will wait down the line for you And I will tell no lies I’ll stand alone waitin’ on for you Yes I do, Yes I do, Yes I do You know I do, you know I do, you know I do Fear factor setting good style And the cries on me as a chubby child Are real oh they’re so real Sofa, daydream, time rolls by Catalyst for doubles and red wine I, I miss my 2:00 PM high And I will wait down the line for you And I will tell no lies I’ll stand alone waitin’ on for you Yes I do, Yes I do, Yes I do You know I do, you know I do, you know I- Never say never Never say never again Never say never - I won’t know where it ends I’m never in doubt when my heart starts to fall There’s nothing in my life that I have wanted more Anymore, Anymore, Anymore, Anymore, Anymore And I will wait down the line for you And I will tell no lies I’ll stand alone waitin’ on for you Yes I do, Yes I do, Yes I do You know I do, you know I do, you know I do

Scared of Love

Look at the ceiling Am I dreaming? Lying on my bedroom floor Every morning I get this feeling It’s like I’ve seen it all before I said I’m sorry But I know that’s not enough You said don’t worry I know that you’re scared of love I’m scared of love I lose my focus When I get closest So the words don’t come out right A grand illusion Or just confusion? Either way I’m lost tonight I said I’m sorry But I know that’s not enough You said don’t worry I know that you’re scared of love I’m scared of love I used to think it was all a game And all the rules were there to break But now it seems the rules have changed There’s no one left but me to blame Do I cry in vain? I said I’m sorry But I know that’s not enough You said don’t worry I know that you’re scared of love I’m scared of love

#the chubby child is gonna haunt me in my dreams tonight #I blame my bestie Kiray - but guys... Tell me what else there is to hear there???? I can only hear that? Is it that??#Miles Kane #One Man Band #lyrics #lyric deciphering #MK #Ransom #Doubles #Scared of Love #OFF TO BED NOW SORRY IF WEIRD MISTAKES OR WEIRD FORMATTING IT'S LITERALLY PAST 3 IN THE MORNING AHH #goodnight lovely fandom

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1000night · 2 years

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Period Comfort P.3

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

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

Ari Levinson

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

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

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

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

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

Andy Barber

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

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

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

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

He smiled proudly.

"Sleeping well, doll."

Jake Jensen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Deal."

Ransom Drysdale

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ransom..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

#ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x female chubby reader #ari levinson x female reader #andy barber x reader #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x female chubby reader #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x female reader #jake jensen x female chubby reader #ransom drysdale x female chubby reader #ransom drysdale x female reader #ransom x reader #1000night masterlist #1000drabble series

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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♔⌎ 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞: 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

Welcome to the 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 for the characters of 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 for the readers.

❝ Being an omega in this day and age isn’t easy, and these poor girls couldn’t have been more unlucky with enrolling at Howard College.

Some thirst for change, others merely want a way out, and the rest are too innocent to even notice their ultimate demise. ❞

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬: ATA!Reader (starlet), CL!Reader (legacy), SOS!Reader (cherry), NF!Reader, YG!Reader (casanova), and K!Reader (pet).

𝗔/𝗡 | where I’m from, the legal drinking age is 19, and unfortunately, I wrote this story with that in mind, so even though the legal drinking age in the U.S. is 21, just bear with me. Also, I’ll probably add new members if new projects come out !! Note: all visuals made by me (crest, dividers, moodboards, etc.) but no images belong to me.

α (alpha) | β (beta) | Ω (omega)

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿 | The photos used for each reader are not meant to represent a specific ethnicity, body type or ideal—the set was created for the general vibe of the reader! I imagine the readers in their early-to-mid twenties, feel free to choose a specific age yourself.

𝐇𝐂𝐕 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬:

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | scent: an addictive union of deep coffee and vanilla with seductive hints of pear and orange blossom.

❝ And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways. So in case I'm mistaken, I just wanna hear you say, "You got me baby" "Are you mine?" ❞ — Arctic Monkeys, R U Mine

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | With dreams of velvet curtains, rows of adoring fans and flashing cameras, you’ve always been fierce with an unbreakable ambition. Your rose-coloured glasses have long since shattered, and you have the unlucky gift of seeing society for what it really is—a cruel kingdom, an unfair hierarchy based on status. Always honouring the alphas, leaving everyone else to scramble for the crumbs to survive.

The world is not a place of wonder and magic, it’s crawling with monsters who have dehumanized your kind and stripped away your rights. Although, you firmly believe not all hope is lost, you will keep fighting even if no one will listen, all it takes is to try, and you haven’t failed anything yet.

Starring in: 𝐀 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐀𝐜𝐭 | #tough act: reader

About Kappa Phi: #hc: kappa

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | scent: an uplifting mix of wild strawberries, youthful vanilla and jasmine.

❝ How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you’re always flying off to blue perfection? ❞ — Rumi, the pattern improves

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | All your life, you’ve strived for the best. Spending many years following in your mother’s footsteps, idolizing her, and allowing yourself to be belittled in the process. You thought being in Kappa Phi would solve all of your problems, mend your relationship with your mother, and get you one foot into the highly competitive world of journalism, but you couldn’t be more wrong.

Unfortunately, being Kappa Phi’s newest legacy came with a few sacrifices—from yourself, both externally and internally, and ultimately, giving up all control in your life.

Starring in: 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 | #captains legacy: reader

| SOS!Reader (cherry) | 1st Year | Ω | Culinary Major & Aspiring Baker

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | scent: a combination of toasty warm florals, from freesia, rose and jasmine, with a lingering dash of baked sweets.

❝ Glued up, sometimes it's too much. I'm fucked up and clueless….life would be boring. Empty but no hurting (hurting). Is it necessary to touch when it's scary? ❞ — Melanie Martinez, Glued

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | Be good and do good, honour yourself and your family, have faith in the beings of the heavens. You are sheltered and introverted, never making decisions for yourself, just obeying every command of your parents. Their guidance has bled into every inch of your life—but you don’t know any better, never having the chance to create or solve things yourself. All you had to do was follow their rules and live up to any expectations, be the virtuous daughter of their dreams.

Who knew all of that micromanaging, protection, censorship and guidance would make you the perfect prey?

❝ 3 Who may ascend the mountain of the Lord? Who may stand in his holy place? 4 The one who has clean hands and a pure heart, who does not trust in an idol or swear by a false god. ❞ — Psalm 24:3-4

Starring in: 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧’ | #sos: reader

| NF!Reader | 2nd Year | Ω | Visual Arts Major

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | scent: a subtle cloud of grapefruit and orange with white florals, and a bit of paint.

❝ ...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough? ❞ — Vincent van Gogh

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | You love cashmere sweaters, the morning breeze and the sound of rain, the softest things hold a special place in your shy, reserved heart. A lover of the arts, but an overwhelming revere for the visual kind—sculptures, photography, painting and drawing, and even architecture.

To you, the world and its inhabitants are art, individual completed pieces, unforgeable, and remarkable in their own ways. You are art too, and you’re hanging in the Louvre. But unlike others, you are incomplete. There is an empty corner at the bottom, just waiting for a signature to finish the masterpiece—to make you into something more, an art piece that belongs to another.

Starring in: 𝐍𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐨 | #non finito: reader

Note: casanova is in 3rd year in Young Gods, and 4th year in the rest of the fics.

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | scent: an attention-grabbing fusion with a woody, earthy and spicy base that leaves a faint trail of sweet patchouli behind.

❝ Out if the ash I rise....And I eat men like air. ❞ — Sylvia Plath, Lady Lazarus (4)

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | The seductive glamour girl, the spoiled homecoming queen, the campus brat—you’re a casanova with swaying hips and a trail of broken hearts behind you. Life was handed to you on a sparkling silver platter and at the hands of your affluent family. Practically bathing in riches, you’ve won various beauty pageants and cheerleading competitions. Being an omega is not a place of pity or loss of pride. There is an undeniable lure surrounding the lowest class—and shame is not in your vocabulary. Your status is not a curse but a blessing, omegas are sensual and captivating creatures who could own the world if they wanted but that doesn’t interest you.

You crave the perfect life with the wealth and reputation of your creditable and successful family. Even if that means an arranged marriage. Although, they never said you must be faithful, being the temptress of Howard College, you’ve had your fair share of lovers and don’t plan on being loyal anytime soon. You’d rather be caught dead than bowing at the feet of an alpha. You demand control and attention, regardless of how defiant and untamed your methods are, you will be your own god.

Starring in: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬 | #yg: reader

| Kalopsia!Reader (pet) | 1st Year | Ω | Dance Major

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | scent: a soft blend of sage and white tea, with inviting white iris and musk that never goes out of style.

❝ Instead it’s slow and insidious, slinking through you like ink through water, until it permeates every inch of your soul. ❞ — Karina Halle, A Nordic King

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | “Be careful, sweetheart, the city can be wicked” to your kind—it went unsaid in the postcards from your parents but you were timid, unscathed, and terribly gullible, so that warning went straight over your head. From a small town to living with your grandparents, you were so blissfully aware of the monsters that lurk within the skyscrapers and bustling streets, and most importantly, the darkness clouding Howard College.

A pristine freshman is the latest talk on campus, and you being an unmated omega only pushes you further into the spotlight. You were bound to catch the gaze of your new peers, including the popular, rugged, and cold-hearted alphas of the infamous fraternity, Arcadia Phi.

You wander straight into their trap, blinded by the endless beauty of the new big and bright city—or foolish naivety.

Starring in: 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 | #kalopsia: reader

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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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…”

Tags in reblog.

#ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drydale x you #plus-sized reader #His maid #ransom drysdale x female reader #smut #tw: daddy kink #ransom drysdale smut

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babyjakes · 8 months

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sweet surprise. [blurb.]

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event | august '23 general requests blurb night

summary | ransom has a surprise encounter with your little niece.

pairing | soft!ransom drysdale x auntie!reader (+ reader's baby!niece)

warnings | SOFT RANSOM IS BACK. just soooo fluffy, like unbearable amounts of fluff hehe. written from reader's pov, but most of it is just ran & da baby <3

word count | 689

requested by @brandycranby | hiiiiii eun ✨💕 for blurb night, maybe we could see a fluff or hurt/comfort + unexpectedly soft!ransom + baby? like a teeny tiny chubby wubby baby 🥺

an | aaaahhhhh i'm so glad you sent in this request brandy bby, i've been DYING to write soft!ran lately and this is just the sweetest idea ever ever, hope you enjoy sweet friend and thank you for the amazing idea!!

You don't hear Ransom as he returns home from work, tossing his bag beside the door with a quiet grumble. As always, he's not in the best mood after spending nearly six hours at his grandfather's, helping the old writer with the logistics of his business. He can't wait to spend time with you, the sunshine that always brightens his day and erases any worries that might be floating around in his mind. He doesn't see you as he looks around the living room, but what he does see catches him off guard. On the floor, across the room, sits a strange-looking contraption— some sort of swing. He lets out a gasp as he sees what's sitting inside: a tiny baby whose big, bright eyes are looking over at him with a darling sense of curiosity.

"Oh my," Ransom hums to himself. He stands frozen for a few moments, looking around the room again. You're nowhere to be found. "Now what are you doing here all alone?" he hums softly, finally building up the courage to start making his way over to the swing.

He stops several feet away, just observing the tiny being. Judging by the sweet pink lettering on her jumper that spells out Mama's Girl, he's able to easily guess the infant's gender. "My goodness," the large man whispers, his face softening as the sweet little girl smiles at the sound of his voice, "you're so tiny. What're you doing here, hmm? Was y/n looking after you this afternoon?"

He sits down cross-legged on the floor, scooting himself up a bit more as the baby sways gently in the swing, clapping her tiny hands together clumsily to show the stranger that she's happy to see him. Ransom bites back a smile, reaching out a hand to brush back the little one's thin tufts of hair. "Hi there, pretty girl," he murmurs, "Are you clappin' for me? That's so nice of you, sweetheart. What a smart girl you are."

The infant claps a few more times, giggling softly as a defeated smile finally crosses the brown-haired man's face. "You're too sweet," he admits, stroking the baby's chubby little cheek. "I wonder where y/n is, hmm? Have you seen her?" he asks comically, his grin widening as the baby just continues to wiggle and smile in the swing. "You wanna come out, sweetheart? C'mere, let me hold you."

His hands are steady and careful as he gently unbuckles her from the swing, being sure to support her neck and head as he lifts her up and brings her to his chest. "Oh my," his voice flutters as she tucks her tiny head against his shoulder, snuggling right up to him. "There you go, angel. I got you," he whispers, stroking her hair as he bounces her gently in his arms.

"Welcome home," you giggle as you enter the doorway to the kitchen, your heart swelling at the sight of the giant man holding the tiny baby so carefully, as if she's the most precious thing in the world.

"Look, there's y/n!" Ransom coos excitedly to the little one, causing her to look over at you and offer you a huge, toothless smile. "I bet she missed you!"

"Looks like you're Uncle Ran, huh?" you joke as you join the two on the floor, rubbing the tiny girl's back as Ransom sways and cradles her. "Never knew you liked babies."

"Me neither," the man chuckles, looking down at your niece with the gentlest smile. "But I think this little one might've changed my mind. Look at how tiny she is. So tiny and precious, aren't you?" he fusses her again, earning a chorus of giggles from the baby as he messes her hair carefully. "How long is she staying?" Ransom asks, looking back up at you. "Can we see her again soon? I'll take off work, Harlen won't mind— we should bring her over to see him! He loves kids."

"Hey, hey, slow down," you laugh, leaning over to kiss the sweet man's forehead as you remind him, "I haven't even told you her name yet."

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imyourbratzdoll · 5 months

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𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖

🎄christmas masterlist🎄

hello, the christmas gang have come back to leave a special message for you. I will be holding a poll for your answers to go to. I hope you missed them as much as I did.

warning - slight angst, swearing, troublemaker elves.

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Rustling can be heard as the camera moves, shaky figures can be seen through the lens as it’s currently recording. The faint sound of a woman can be heard as she adjusts it, setting it up completely so that it rests on the floor in front of the fireplace. As the woman steps back, the faces and people become clearer.

There stands Mrs Claus (you) and Ari holding their two children as the elves and their children (with Mrs Claus) surround them and face the camera. Smiles and tears grace their features as it feels like years since they’ve talked to you (followers). The heartfelt moment only lasts a second as one elf steps forward, arms wide as he yells.

“We’re back bitches!” The other elves follow, and Ari shakes his head, glaring softly down at the little troublemaker.

“Johnny! Could you let us have a cute moment for once?” Johnny shakes his head shrugging, he walks forward and gets up close to the camera, grinning.

“Did you miss us? Boy, do we have some things to tell you!” He grunts as he’s pushed aside. “Hey!”

Jake sticks his tongue out before facing the camera. “Hi! I missed you so much! It’s been so boring since the last time we saw each other!” He throws his head back, groaning. Ignoring the rest of the others as he takes up the camera before a certain elf makes his way over and pouts, giving him his best puppy dog eyes. “Okay, okay! You don’t gotta look at me like that. Here!”

Steve grins, coming into view and presses his face right up close to the camera. “Hi!” His words come out smooshed, “Missed so much!” He hugs the camera as if you are there. “Oh, I gotta go for a second to let you have some time with the others! Bye!” He waves and grins, skipping off.

Ransom stands, adjusting his coat. “We already know you missed me the most.” He rolls his eyes. “I bet you have been bored, waiting for me to appear. It’s understandable.” Without a goodbye, he walks off and let’s the next elf appear.

Frank appears and smiles, giving a small wave. “Hi! It’s been so long! I hope you are doing well!”

Lee steps in front of Frank, glaring at the camera. “Did they bring food? What’s the point of me saying hello if no one brought me food?” You shake your head, smiling, rocking your son back and forth.

“Lee. Be nice, people like you and don’t ask me why. I wouldn’t know, but they do.” Lee turns and looks at you, offended. “I love you, sweetie. Completely different thing.”

Lee turns back toward the camera and continues to glare. “Well, if you came here because you ‘like’ me, then I guess I can talk to you. But, next time. I’d prefer food.” He rubs his chubby belly and waddles off. Probably in search of some donuts.

Curtis steps into frame, a dirty beanie on his head and a frown on his face. “Great, you’re back. Now we have to entertain.” He rolls his eyes, not happy with interacting with humans.

Lloyd makes his way over and pushes Curtis, smirking when the other grumpy elf glares at him. “Hello, my peasants!”

“Fucking hell, Lloyd. They are not your peasants, if anything, you’re theirs.” Ari facepalms, wondering how you convinced him to keep them.

“Pfft, me a peasant? Please, maybe when hell freezes over.” He strokes his moustache, imagining what it would be like if hell actually froze over and he got his wish.

Ari shakes his head, “okay, move along. Move along.” His hand scoops across the floor, moving the small elf along with a soft push and then his full attention is on the camera. “Hello friend!” He warmly greets, sending the screen a wide grin. “We have missed you, the year has been rough without you. I personally hope you enjoy this Christmas special we have made.” A small giggle escapes his daughter in his arms, catching his attention and he smiles, pinching her cheeks softly. Her hands come up to play with his greying beard.

You smile, tickling your daughter’s feet before paying attention to your little boy. “You missed a lot while we were gone.” You look up, smiling sadly (because they missed you) at the camera. “As you can see, we’ve been blessed with more of these little munchkins. But there is more news…” You are interrupted by the door opening and a sheepish Bucky walks in.

“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t want to be late, there was a thing with the Who’s and then the elves spotted a lolly shop.” He rolls his eyes, remembering what hell that was. “I hope I’m not too late?” He continues to walk over, holding his baby boy in one arm. He leans down and pecks your forehead, giving Ari a nod.

“You’re not late, you are just in time.” You beam up at him before looking back at the camera. “As you can see, Bucky has grown a lot.” He huffs, pouting down at you. “Oh.” Your eyes widened, “Did you say that the elves spotted a lolly shop?” You looked back up at Bucky with a bewildered expression. “Crap… They will be running a muck right now.” You begin to chew on your bottom lip, hoping they aren’t wrecking the house too much.

Ari leans over and kisses your head. “Don’t worry, my love. I have them handled.” You breathe a sigh of relief as you realise, he’s used his magic before anything could be damaged.

“Thank god.” You look back at the camera. “So sorry about that. As you may have heard, we have some new elves, but they are not ready to be fully introduced to you, yet. They are definitely…” You think, trying to find the right word.

“Pieces of shit!” Lee grunts as he enters the room again with a mouth full of food. “Don’ know why we even need them! Got us.”

Ari stares down at the small elf. “Lee, language. Also, you guys barely do any work, I have to literally bribe you so I can have presents done by Christmas.” He grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose.

A scoff can be heard, and Ari’s attention turns toward Lloyd. “Please, we do so much work, I think we should be getting a raise with how much work we actually do.” He strokes his moustache, staring up at Ari, raising a brow as if challenging him. “What are you gonna do, big guy? Step on me.”

“Don’t push it.” Ari mumbles, sighing softly when you reach over and rub his back. “Shall we put the kids to bed before continuing, my love?” You nod, telling the elves to behave as you gather all the children with the help of Ari and Bucky, and exit the room.

Lloyd grins evilly toward the camera. “Oh, Stevieeee. Look, there’s pretty lights over there.” Lee and Curtis join in, watching the giddy elf sparkle with excitement.

“Where?!” Jake and Frank shake their heads, trying to warn Steve to not fall for it. Ransom stands behind them all with a glare on his face, ready to seek revenge if they hurt his secret (not so secret) best friend. Steve wanders forward, heading toward the direction the grumps pointed towards. “Oh cool!” Steve exclaims as he opens the little door before a short shout escapes him when he’s pulled in by the sugar crazed elves. “Ah!”

Jake and Frank glare, “What the hell?! Why’d you do that?!” They try to run forward to help, but Lee and Curtis block them.

Lloyd shrugs. “I don’t know, I was bored and he’s so gullible.” All five of the elves noses scrunch when the smell of fire reaches their nostrils. “The hell is that?”

They turn and their eyes widen when they spot Ransom next to a pile of the three elves favourite things on fire. Lee’s chocolate stash, Lloyd’s polos and Curtis’s beanies. “Whoops, I guess my finger slipped.” He stares down the three, allowing Jake and Frank to quickly retrieve Steve from the other elves, his hair all dishevelled and eyes sad.

“There were no lights…” He pouts, Steve walks over to Ransom and stands next to him, watching the pretty flames. “Ooo, those are pretty.” He gives his best friend a smile.

You, Ari and Bucky enter the room again and you stop. “Ransom… Why is there a fire on the floor?”

Ransom shrugs. “Revenge.” You nod, ignoring it and heading toward the couch and taking a seat, both Bucky and Ari taking a seat beside you while the elves head over and begin to crawl up your body, finding their favourite spots to sit.

“Okay, we are back! We would like to thank you for being a part of our story, this has been a great journey for us, and we’ve been talking.” You look around you at the people who surround you. “How would you feel if we made Christmas a year long thing? Just for you.” You and the rest of the Christmas gang hold your breaths, awaiting the answer.

💌your answer💌

thank you for reading!

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eulalielatibule · 27 days

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Dad!Ransom being so 🥹😍 at you surprising him with your sweet baby dressed up like a little Easter bunny for the holiday 😭 I love getting this sweatered troll right in the feels lol.

Aww yesss!!! He'd be so soft 🥹

The family is getting ready to visit Harlan for an Easter egg hunt and Ransom is grumpy about it.

You tried to tell him that you didn't have to go but he shook his head,

"Elsie love Harlan, and the shit heads (his family) are going to be so busy mingling and impressing their friends to give a fuck about me."

You knew he was still kinda apprehensive about seeing his family, so you decided to give him a sweet little surprise with Elsie's help.

"Ransom are you ready yet?" You called out to your husband, a little amused at the fact that he took so long to get ready for things.

You were wearing a lovely sun dress with a vintage sunhat and low heels.

In your arms was your baby girl, in the cutest little bunny onesie you found. It was a cream colored sherpa material with a tail on her bum and a hood with bunny ears.

You even found a little teething toy that looked like a carrot for her to play with.

"Yeah I'm coming!" Ransom called as he jogged down the stairs, looking dapper in his Sunday Best.

He stopped when his eyes landed on you two and you could practically see how his eyes turned into hearts.

"Who do we have here? Did the Easter Bunny come to visit?"

He smiled as he gently took the baby into his arms, a big grin on his face as he looked at her little costume.

"Oh my god. You are the cutest baby ever. Everyone is gonna be so jealous."

"Ransom!" You laughed that he wanted to show off your baby to make the others envious.

Even if the thought did cross your mind as well.

He kissed Elsie's chubby little cheek and then pulled you close to his chest, giving you a kiss that made you tingle.

"And you're the most amazing wife ever who's also so fucking sexy, might I add." He whispered, eyes twinkling with mischief.

You chuckled and kissed him again, unable to stop yourself even if you were a little late leaving.

Ahhh they are so cute! Thanks for the prompt, lovely!

#ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #suburban dad sunday #my writing

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Alpha!silverfox!Steve Rogers

Asylum!Steve Rogers and nurse!Reader

Brave New World

Breathe You In

Curtis & Mousey

Jake Jensen & Pretty Girl

Jake Jensen & Princess

Lloyd & Pumpkin

Lycan!Steve Rogers & barista!Reader

Photo ask game drabbles

Silverfox!professor!Ari Levinson & his librarian

Silverfox!Bucky & Sweet Girl

Silverfox!Johnny Storm & Little flame

Silverfox!mechanic!Steve Rogers x nurse!Reader

Silverfox!paramedic!Bucky Barnes & Bambi

Werewolf!Ari Levinson & Sweetpea

Wildest Dreams

Six sentence smut — thick thighs, Stucky x reader

Johnny & Jake & plus-sized reader

Sugar & Spice welcome home Wednesday

Thick thighs save lives take out Tuesday

Mob!Andy & mob!Lloyd

Three reasons why…YAY Steve

Three reasons why…BB&B

Jefferson gets angry and runs off his cat familiar

Colin Shea hockey

Werewolf!Ari sleepy Sunday

Monster match-up orc!Curtis Everett

White werewolf!Bucky Barnes

Lycan!skinny!Steve Rogers

Lucas Lee university soulmate

Bucky and his ex wife (Bucky is an asshole)

Bucky loses Reader (Once Bitten, Twice Shy)

Steve x reader x Natasha (bisexual!reader)

Fae!Stucky find cat!shifter!Reader

Silverfox!Ransom Drysdale meets reader’s child

Silverfox!Nick Fowler

BT Ransom takes his omegas shopping

Chubby!Bucky takes care of Becca while reader’s gone

Demon!Curtis Everett x human!Reader

Death!Bucky Barnes x life!Reader

Demon!Curtis confronts readers ex

Pipsqueak makes a good tray for Nick and the team

Fae!Jefferson and his reader go to a festival

Construction!alpha!Curtis Everett

Nick introduces pipsqueak to his teammates

Silverfox!Nick Fowler

Kitty!Reader is saved and housed by fae!Curtis, her defender when Jefferson comes to collect her

Ceo!Ari meets plus-sized!Reader at her bakery

Alpha!biker!Steve and alpha!biker!Ari meet pregnant!omega!Reader

Chris Evans (rpf) x pregnant!one night stand!Reader

Demon!Curtis teases reader

Here’s Your Perfect (drabble)

Ari is in a rut, Ice Princess has to help him out

Werewolf!Curtis Everett meets his luna!Reader at his work

Soft!dark!Steve Rogers and his wife

Soft!dark!mob!Steve Rogers and his wife

Jake Seresin gets protective

Silverfox!biker!Steve meets Ladybug

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis meets his bride at the airport

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis & reader sleep together for the first time

Bucky meets Steve’s assistant (HFY)

Cop!Andy Barber x arrested!Reader — how they meet

A/b/o angst

Silverfox!lawyer!Andy Barber

Silverfox!mob!Steve Rogers

Werepanther!Andy Barber gets set up with human!Reader

Merman!Curtis Everett x nurse!Reader

Silverfox!Steve Rogers x Ladybug

Werewolf!Curtis Everett x human!Reader

Fae!Ransom Drysdale x human!Reader

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis gives reader a sad goodbye

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mylevisdontfitanymore · 10 months

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I must admit that I think about this dark fic that Dumpling (@achubbydumpling) wrote a while back with chubby Ransom and feeder Andy like... all the time.

There's just something about them 🤌🏻🤌🏻

They're both so attractive, and I can so easily see Ransom being such a bitch brat that winds Andy up at first. But the longer and longer they stay together, the more and more submissive Ransom gets; the more and more he heels to Andy's dominance.

Well...

Not all the time, though.

Warning for Andy × Ransom belly kink, alcohol consumption (beer bloating), animal play (the nickname "puppy"), orgasm denial, teasing, etc.

The brat inside Ransom still comes out every now and again. He can't help it. Rich boy was raised to get whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. It's only natural that when he's denied, even if he's denied for good reason, he can't always take it. He's always had the silver spoon in his mouth, only taking it out to get another spoonful of food to have another bite. Not being allowed to swallow the next bite is unfamiliar territory that leaves Ransom whining and huffing and puffing if it happens too many times.

When he can no longer stand it, he's such a brat about it, throwing a tantrum. He might as well stop his foot and cross his arms over his chest, pouting.

Years of having whatever he wants, whether it's food, sexual partners, vacations, etc. and vainly, intensely caring about his appearance has left him chubby but without stretch marks.

Ransom's rich fat. Perfectly sculpted, round, and plush. Pale all over. He hardly has any dimpled flesh. He's just... perfect. Round. Curves all over. And he's got light freckles here and there. But, he doesn't have an angry, red line in sight, not unless he's just stuffed himself out of another pair of pants and the fabric cut into him. Leaving a red line that will fade.

Instead of having stretch marks, he's always perfectly soft and smooth. Rubbing lotion into his skin always. Getting massages all the time. Grooming his body hair religiously. Taking loooong, hot showers.

Vain.

One of the sure-fire ways to get Ransom to brat is for Andy to deny him from having orgasms. Ransom started his bitch-fest all on his own this time - mad at someone or something that didn't go his way, Andy isn't actually too sure this time - so Andy doesn't appreciate having it taken out on him. Ransom is being bad. And he'll get punished.

He won't be allowed to come.

Simple as that.

Andy can come as many times as he wants to. He can fuck Ransom and come inside him or come across his ample backside or come between his fat thighs. He can fuck Ransom's plush, annoying fucking mouth until Ransom is crying from choking, then come down his throat. He can fuck Ransom's swollen moobs and paint his heaving, blushing chest.

Andy can do whatever he wants.

Ransom can't. He's been bad. And he's gonna be more bad because it's not fair! No matter how much he whines or sweet talks Andy... he won't budge.

Sure, Ransom could just sneak off and jerk off, but that's not anywhere near as satisfying as having Andy crumble and admit that he wants him to come now. Not at all because Ransom really just wants Andy's approval. His dominant. Nope. So, instead, Ransom comes up with a little plan to get Andy to fuck him and let him come on his dick.

When Andy has already settled down for the night, lying back against the headboard in bed, clothed in his customary t-shirt and sweatpants, watching some TV quietly, Ransom gets up. He peels himself away from Andy's side. Walking to the bathroom in his little athletic shorts and tight, white tank top.

Andy makes a sound at being left alone, no one to cuddle with, but he doesn't stop Ransom from going. Assuming he has to use the bathroom.

He doesn't.

Ransom has a plan.

Earlier in the week, he bought himself some beer and then stored it under the sink. Not because he's not allowed to drink, so he has to hide it. But, because of this.

Ransom shuts the bathroom door behind him.

He opens the cabinet and pulls out the six-pack. The noise of the TV, while low, is enough to hide the pop of the first bottle.

Ransom's mouth waters. He's still pretty heavy and stuffed from dinner, but he's got a little room. He's going to make room, too.

The first beer goes down.

The whole bottle.

He just chugs it.

"Ah," he sighs quietly.

He barely feels it. Really.

It's not bubbly and sloshy already. No way. He didn't bite off more than he can chew, he assures himself, looking down wearly at the five other bottles he has to get through. Sitting on the bathroom counter.

Next one.

Ransom feels his belly start to stretch again. Topping himself off after dinner. It doesn't take much. When he planned this, he forgot about dinner. He told himself if six bottles of flavourful beer wasn't enough, he could just stick his head in the sink and chug from the faucet until he was full enough to be pulled unsteadily forward by his sloshy gut. He won't need it, though.

"Oh," Ransom heaves with effort as he looks at himself in the mirror. His pale cheeks glow pink. When he walked into the bathroom, his tank top was already tight around his round middle from all the food he stuffed into himself throughout the day, but now, already, his gut is growing. Stretching his tank top. The fabric isn't transparent yet, but... it's getting there.

He should make it tighter. He wants his top to be more transparent as he stretches its limits. He wants to see it stretch and stretch until it rolls up his beer belly.

Ransom whimpers as he chugs the third beer. He needs to go fast. Before Andy gets suspicious. His plan to get fucked depends on it coming out of nowhere and getting under Andy's skin - making himself so irresistible that Andy can't control himself, so touchable and tight and full that Andy loses himself and doesn't make Ransom hold back.

It's like he can feel the beer going down his throat, pouring down his throat, and collecting in his barrel of a stomach on top, bloating the upper part of his belly out painfully, only to slowly settle in between the nooks and crannies of the food inside him. He goes from looking like he'll pop, over inflated, to looking stuffed. Stuffed, but not about to burst.

Another.

Ransom has the fourth beer, hardly taking a pause to breathe between.

He moans softly around the flow of beer into his mouth. He's beginning to feel fuzzy and dizzy and hazy. Warm with beer.

Swaying gently on his feet.

Ransom grips the bathroom counter hard with one hand and leans more of his weight forward so as not to fall over. But all it does is make him more hazy. He's so hard, his dick pressing into the counter painfully. He's been denied. He needs release. And here he is, doing something that turns him on like crazy.

He's a glutton for more than food.

He's a glutton for punishment.

More.

Ransom is outright panting, mouth open, lips wet and buzzing, when he finishes the fourth bottle. He can't stop.

He pops open the fifth bottle and downs it.

His stomach suddenly feels so much heavier. Five bottles of beer will do that to you, but as he gets the last of the bottle down, it's like his gut lurches forward. Growing all at once. Heavy and swollen. There's a strong, unhappy sounding gurgle in it that builds down low and rises up through his tummy. He barely has time to stifle what would have been a huge belch ending in a ragged moan. Releasing the pressure. But, he doesn't let it out. He keeps it inside.

His gut keeps gurgling.

His gut stays just as swollen.

All that gas inside him, oh, Christ, it feels good. Tight. Gurgly. Swollen.

Ransom has to stop himself from moaning. Instead, he placates himself by taking a quick breather to rub his growing middle.

After a drunk moment, pure pleasure, enjoying the drag of his hands heavily over his tortured body, it occurs to Ransom that he needs some lotion.

He can spare enough time to take a pump in his hand and smooth it all around the ball attached to his front.

The tank top he's wearing has rolled up, so he just has to tug it up a little farther to expose all of his engorged belly. It's pink. Straining around all the contents inside it. Against the tile floor, his toes curl. His chest heaves. Sparks shoot through him as he touches the cold, expensive lotion to his hot, tight, and full stomach.

Without meaning to, he lets one moan escape. It’s short. He stops himself the moment he realizes what he's doing, but he still moans.

Shit.

He hopes Andy didn't hear.

Ransom finishes rubbing his tummy and stares down the last beer. His vision is blurry. Despite the beer sitting on top of so much food - heavy carbs that are expanding, swelling with the alcohol - he's starting to feel it.

One more.

He needs one more.

He wants one more.

He'll pretend his belly is gurgling in hunger, not in protest as he chugs. It doesn't matter if chugging actually leaves him with more bubbles and more air in his system, he can't stop himself from going as fast as possible. And, God, isn't this just how he's always been - always satiated, always with more than enough, filthy rich, yet craving more? No wonder he loves stuffing and gaining and bloating 🥵 it's in his nature.

Once the last beer is down, Ransom can see his stomach at the top of his gut. It's bulging through the plush, un-stretch-marked fat.

Ransom rubs his hands down the ball of his gut, silently moaning, his mouth hanging open. His skin is even more pink now. Actually, it's closer to red.

Jesus.

With another pump or two of lotion in his palm, Ransom keeps rubbing. In his little sleep shorts, he can feel his cock throb. Swelling alongside his gut. Attached together, his gluttony and his sex drive.

And speaking of sex drive...

Ransom takes a baby step, testing his body, seeing how it feels.

Again, he has to restrain himself from moaning out loud. It feels good. Sloshing and gurgling. Heavy and round. His gut is throwing off his center of gravity, pulling him forward and forcing him to waddle like the bloated pig he is.

Yes.

Ransom leaves his hands on either side of his rotund belly, supporting himself where his skin aches with the stretch and heft. His heart is beating dizzingly fast.

Before he leaves the bathroom, though, Ransom takes a moment to pull his tank top down over the impressively large bulge of his now stuffed and bloated gut.

The drag of fabric over his stretched skin feels incredible.

Dimly, he realizes that his tank top doesn't fully cover him anymore. Before, it was stretched tight. Now, it doesn't touch the waistband of his shorts (that are also cutting into him).

Oh.

Grinning at himself like a wolf in the mirror, Ransom pats his solid gut one more time, then he turns around, staggering, and waddles out of the bathroom. Belly first. Unashamed with how full and big he's become.

Every step has his gut sloshing and a breathy moan coming out of his mouth. He can't stop himself now. The overall indulgence and alcohol have left him weak - body uncoordinated, lips loose, speech slurring, eyes heavily lidded, and red in the face. Whether it's placebo from knowing what alcohol does or whether the beer has hit his bloodstream already, he's drunk.

Andy's eyes are instantly on him when Ransom enters the room after his belly.

From across the room, Ransom can feel the lust coming off of him.

Andy is trying to keep it cool, though, raising an eyebrow and asking in an almost bored voice, "is that why you took so long in the bathroom, brat? Did you blow yourself up? Aw," he coos, like Ransom is a chubby puppy, not a fat, grown man. "And here I was thinking you just got lost in there."

Ransom snorts and stumbles a little. Suddenly, he falls forward, onto the bed, arms out to stop himself. His gut wobbles with the sudden movement, and Ransom feels his knees go weak. Nngh. He's so big. So full. His gut is underneath him. Hanging.

Christ.

His head hangs between his shoulders. The position is hard on his drunk, overfull body, but he can't move. "Aaandyyy," Ransom whines. He never whines!

"Yeah?" Andy still sounds so bored.

This isn't how it was supposed to go! Andy was supposed to get up and grab him and throw him down and take him, unable to control himself, the moment he saw him all full and bloated out of nowhere! But rather than being even more of a brat and making a scene like he usually would -

"Pl-pleaz'!" Ransom blurts out before he realizes what he's saying. He's still braced against the bed, belly heavy and swinging below him, arms shaking. He can't take it!

"What?" Andy asks.

Rather than saying it again, Ransom climbs up onto the bed clumsily, flopping onto his back and groaning with how it puts pressure on his lungs.

Another frustrated, wordless groan careens out of him the longer he lays there - he's all full and heavy and ready! And Andy isn't doing anything! He hasn't come in so long! He wants to come! He wants to be fucked and get to enjoy it! He wants!

"Aw, poor, pup-" his voice is laced with faux sympathy, talking like he finds him pathetic.

Ransom whimpers.

"Are you too fat to move?"

Ransom can't stop himself from admitting it. He nods. There are actual tears in his eyes. What is happening to him? Why isn't he still being a brat? Why'd he fold so easily?

"Aw, what a poor thing," Andy's weight shifts on the bed, coming closer, "well, it'd be a shame if someone were to... I don't know... do whatever they want with such a fat, helpless, sloppy puppy, huh?"

Ransom shivers all over, making his gut slosh. He nods again, head jerking up and down.

Suddenly, Andy's strong hands are on his ankles and are pulling him roughly into the center of the bed, messing up their sheets and leaving Ransom yelping, his head is spinning. Drunk and not understanding what is happening to him.

"Look at you, puppy," Andy's hands slide up his legs, over his thick thighs, and bypass his chubby hips to go right for his weak spot. His belly. "Aren't you nice and plump?" He asks rhetorically, growling a little as he digs his hands into his belly.

"AH!" Ransom moans, trying to squirm to get anyway and being unable to go literally anywhere.

He can't take it! That hurts! His hands are grabbing his sensitive belly, groping him, kneading him like dough. Pale, soft dough.

"Aw, poor puppy," Andy laughs. "Made yourself too big..." he pauses, getting lost in Ransom's body, playing with his gut, "how'd you do it, boy? Did you attach yourself to the shower hose, turn the water on, and sit there and swell up like a greedy water balloon? Did you get too thirsty and stick your head under the faucet, drinking and swelling up until you thought you were going to pop? Did you not want to stop? Or, hmm, I wonder..." Andy pinches his hip, Ransom squeals, "could it have been all that beer under the sink that you thought you so cleverly hid from me?"

Ransom lets out a pathetic little sob.

"Yeah. That was it, wasn't it puppy?" Andy smirks, rubbing his belly roughly, making all the liquid and food inside him shift around.

"Uh-huh," Ransom admits.

"Made yourself a nice big beer belly," Andy groans, "it's gonna make you fatter, yanno? Gonna make you, fuck, bigger until you can't walk at all, no- no matter if you're bloated full or not. You're gonna be too heavy. And then. Then, puppy, 'm gonna have my fun with you. You'll never get to move. I'm gonna do what-whatever I want with you. And you'll just have to t-take it like you're gonna take thiss-"

Ransom lifts his head weakly, bleary-eyed, just in time to watch Andy strip his cock once, twice, three times more and come all over the top of his so-tight-it's-shiny gut. It happens so fast that it gives Ransom whiplash. What? How? When did he even get his cock out? When did he start touching himself? When-

All the thoughts leave his head as Andy recovers a little - he's still swearing some, but he's got it together enough to start rubbing his hot come into his stretched skin, claiming him as, "my puppy. Yeah. Fuck. Lookit you. All fat and helpless and shit."

Ransom whimpers. His head drops back onto the bed. "C-can," he breaks his words with a sob, "c'n, ngh, come?"

Andy slaps his gut hard enough to jostle a moaning burp out of him. "No, brat," he laughs. "Why would I let you come?"

Ransom may start crying. He's so full! His belly and his balls - Andy's gonna kill him of blue balls! 😫😫

I don't know where this came from 😳

#mylevisdontfitanymore #belly kink #text #beer bloating #bloating #stuffing #weight gain #ransom drysdale #andy barber #andy × ransom #chubby ransom #animal play #dog #alcohol consumption #intox kink #andy barber × ransom drysdale

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fanficsonthebrain · 2 years

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MARCH 2022 UPDATES 💕✨

The end of 2021 got away from me and apparently so did January & February so here’s my big update of all the lists I’ve updated in the last 4 months! As always recs are welcome and I hope you have a wonderful day/night and find something new to read and new authors to spam with love! ❤️

★ Find my main masterlist here 💕

★ Everything I recommended in September + October + November 2021!

Characters included under the cut:

Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Stephen Strange, Ikaris, Druig, Makkari, M’Baku, Johnny Storm, Ransom Drysdale, Ari Levinson, Nick Fowler, Chris The Destroyer, Andy Barber, Spancer Reid, Penelope Garcia x Derek Morgan, Chris Evans, Richard Madden, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton

★ These are the lists I’ve added to/updated from Dec 2021 - Mar 2022 ⬇️

Bucky Barnes

Bucky x Reader + Part 2 + Part 3

Chubby!Bucky x Reader aka. Baker!Bucky, Librarian!Bucky, Alpha!Bucky

Misc!Bucky x Reader aka. Baker!Bucky, Lumberjack!Bucky, Vampire!Bucky, Roommate!Bucky, College!Bucky, Demon!Bucky, 40s!Bucky, Construction Worker!Bucky, Stripper!Bucky, Florist!Bucky, Neighbour!Bucky, Mafia!Dilf!Bucky

Mafia!Bucky x Reader & Mafia!Dilf!Bucky

Biker!Bucky x Reader

Dad!Bucky x Reader Part 1 + Part 2

Alpha!Bucky x Reader

Mob!Bucky x Reader

TFATWS!Bucky x Reader

Bodyguard!Bucky x Reader

+ Stucky x Reader aka.Mafia!Stucky

Steve Rogers

Steve x Reader

Mafia & Mob!Steve x Reader

Alpha!Steve x Reader

Biker!Steve x Reader

Misc!Steve x Reader aka. Neighbour!Steve, Chubby!Steve, Lumberjack!Steve

+ Stucky x Reader aka. Mafia!Stucky

Peter Parker

Peter Parker x Reader

Stephen Strange

Stephen Strange x Reader

Ikaris

Ikaris x Reader

Druig x Reader

Druig x Reader (x Makkari)

M’Baku

M’Baku x Reader

Johnny Storm

Johnny Storm x Reader

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom x Reader

Ari Levinson

Ari Levinson x Reader + mafia!Ari & biker!Ari

Nick Fowler x Reader

Nick x Reader

Chris The Destroyer

Destroyer!Chris x Reader

Andy Barber

Andy Barber x Reader

Mafia!Andy x Reader

Spencer Reid

Spencer Reid x Reader

Penelope x Derek

Chris Evans

Chris Evans x Reader

Richard Madden

Richard Madden x Reader

Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie

Colin Bridgerton x Penelope

Anthony Bridgerton x Kate

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1000night · 1 year

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DILF HP AU

Ravenclaw time!!!

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

<Previous Part

Ravenclaw

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

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

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

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

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

Always make them so hard.

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

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

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

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

“Un...Undo Transfiguration.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Scott nips your earlobe and whisper in your ear:

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

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miwhotep · 3 months

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MILVERTON, THE MORIARTY THE PATRIOT VERSION - THE CONAN DOYLE CANON AND FURTHER INSPIRATIONS

In my other post, I went through on the adaptational differences of the Milverton case from the Conan Doyle Canon -

- here, I will only focus on the Moriarty the Patriot version of the character.

In Moriarty the Patriot, Milverton is a media mogul, the so-called King of Media. He takes frequent requests from nobles and helps them "solve" cases with his media power, but he also sometimes acts as an agent on their behalf - like negotiating with Whiteley - or even handles dirty works for them. He later uses the fact that he helped them for blackmail materials to gain more power or money. He also likes using blackmail as a way to ruin people's life, which is his biggest entertainment.

Most of these things goes totally against the Conan Doyle canon. Him being a media mogul comes from the BBC Sherlock series - but even there, he only blackmailed people for power, not for pure joy. The YuuMori version of him also has a hint of Jokerness in it - the whole White Knight arc was basically just the The Dark Knight movie plot, where Milverton, just like Joker, turns people into villains because it's fun. (Interestingly, in the Killing Joke comic book, it is explained that Joker likes to put people through torture and turning them into villains to show how his life got ruined back then by society what eventually turned him into madness - that in the end, everyone can become like him.)

In the start of the Two Criminals arc, Sherlock describes Milverton that way:

"It isn't money he is after. Milverton does it purely for the jollies. Watching others fail at pivotal point in their lives is entertaining for him. He is, in other words, a piece of human rubbish... He always seemed to have a firm grasp on exactly how much influence and wealth his victims had. But despite that, he always made sure to demand a ransom that they could never pay... His objective therefore can't be money. It's the ruination of his victims."

Milverton in the Conan Doyle canon is no question, a ruthless being, but he does everything for the money. It's also stated that he only blackmails the wealthy or people in position. It is indeed true that he sometimes demanded an amount of money his victims couldn't afford - but he didn't change his demands for purely strategical reasons: "There you make a mistake, Mr. Holmes. An exposure would profit me indirectly to a considerable extent. I have eight or ten similar cases maturing. If it was circulated among them that I had made a severe example of the Lady Eva, I should find all of them much more open to reason. You see my point?"

But YuuMori Milverton is similar to the canon version for always carefully researching his subjects and waiting patiently for the moment of action he can gain the most use out of it - he only attacks when he is fully armed. At least, that's how he described pre-Two Criminals arc. The way he acted in Two Criminals doesn't really fit to the characterization of him in the previous plots - his plan was rushed and stupid, unlike his previous plans (but my problems with the Two Criminals arc Milverton-wise deserve its on post).

When it comes to his appearance, in the Conan Doyle canon, he is chubby, well-dressed, and has white hair, grey eyes and glasses. Manga being manga, he is much more beautifully drawn in YuuMori, but is still recognizable as the canon character. He is also much younger in YuuMori (I headcanon him in his mid or late 30s), - in the canon, he is in his 50s. His eyes are yellow and snake-like, as a reference to Sherlock Holmes saying in the canon story that he reminds him of snakes - in YuuMori, Miss Hudson is the one pointing to that. (The snake reference also appears in Milverton's Bible explaining session). Milverton also smokes tobacco like in the canon.

In YuuMori, Milverton has a really loyal secretary named Ruskin. He is also - kind of - part of the canon, where Milverton has an unnamed secretary who is a big fan of him and most of the times doesn't leave his side. The name Ruskin comes from the historical "Milverton's" life, Charles Augustus Howell, whom Conan Doyle based the character after - he had a friend, an English writer named John Ruskin.

Now, let's move to Two Criminals as an adaptation of the canon story. Here, Sherlock Holmes meets up with Milverton because he blackmailed Mary Morstan. The one who suggests inviting him is John himself. In the canon, Sherlock deals with Milverton for the request of Lady Eva Brackwell, - not Mary Morstan, whom Milverton never blackmailed - this case is mentioned in the manga, too, by both Sherlock and Milverton, but unlike the canon, in YuuMori, Sherlock fails on the Lady Eva case and her marriage gets called off.

The whole Milverton visiting Sherlock and claiming the living room as his office thing is copied from the BBC Sherlock series, not from the canon. In the original story, Milverton is a nicely behaved smooth-talker - in YuuMori, he acts really despicable and makes a disgusting scene. I always wandered how far the writer will go on getting inspirations from BBC Sherlock, but I never expected, not even in my nightmares that I need to witness another public pissing in Milverton-case adaptations - which while made sense in the BBC Sherlock's context, - the YuuMori Milverton is a 19th centurian Englishman, who normally tries to act like he belongs to the upper class - pissing, even if the piss was made by Ruskin, really just doesn't fit in the story.

Similarly to the canon, after the failed negotiations with Milverton, Sherlock decides to break into Milverton's Appledore house to steal the documents and John comes with him. In the original, Sherlock disguises himself as a plumber and seduces one of Milverton's maid to get to know the house beforehand - in YuuMori, they cause a plumber incident and get in the house where John seduces the maid while Sherlock is looking for Milverton's safe - but the document is not there. So they decide to break in to Milverton's country house, too - where the break-in, like in the canon, gets distracted by a mysterious visitor - which in YuuMori, are the Moriarties. Everything what happens after this, is totally off from the canon - and similarly to BBC Sherlock, it's Sherlock who kills Milverton in the end.

The Moriarty the Patriot version of Milverton while took some inspirations from the original, barely has similarities with the canon one. In the end, I like to think of him as his own character who only in name from Conan Doyle - and give him headcanons and stories with this thought in my head.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #charles augustus milverton #ynm sherlock #sherlock holmes canon

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