Okay, I have some Ransom feels this Murderer Monday.
Ransom is working himself to the bone and will not stop. He’s barely eating and his sleep has been fitful and sporadic. You have had enough! You tie him up, not with rope but smooth silk ties and slide a soft blindfold over his eyes. From there it’s just the softest of touches. No teasing, no rush, just worshiping his body and until he is incoherent and whining for you to take the blindfold off so he can look at you when he comes. Aftercare is slow and lazy and involves hand feeding him with the softest admonishment that if he can’t take of himself, you’ll just have to do it for him.
I have so many soft feeling for this man that I probably shouldn’t!!!
Oh we definitely shouldn't, but he's adorable so... it is what it is.....
He agreed to a small break. So he can't really tell you how a quick snack in the kitchen ended with him stripped naked and lovingly bound to your shared bed while you absolutely showered him with tender affection.
It was torture.
"You've been working so hard, baby," you praise as your lips suck a gentle hickey into his hip.
Ok, maybe not torture, but it felt like it.
"You deserve a break," you continue, not waiting for him to try to form a response other than the little moans and whimpers he's been releasing. "You deserve to feel good."
"A-Aaaaah! Shit!" Ransom whimpers when your lips descend on his weeping tip, your soft tongue caressing the sensitive flesh there in an eager pace. He wishes so badly to be able to see you, but the darkness over his eyes makes this soooooo much better. For now at least. "More! Please!"
You hum in approval at his manners and envelope his tip, your lips wrapping around him perfectly. He's grateful that you're feeling generous when you start to bob your head to take more of him. He's extremely grateful when your hand cradles his balls just the way he likes it.
"Oh my god! Oh my god!" He cries out, his head thrown back into the expensive fluffy pillows, his strong arms pulling at the silk ties that hold him in place on reflex. You can't help but moan with him, moving your head and hand in tandem. You love when he's writhing like this, so lost in his pleasure that he can't keep still, making those pretty noises that he only makes for you.
"Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck!" He's practically shouting now, his legs shaking as they spread a little wider. "Gonna cum! M'gonna cum!"
You release his dick with a tongue-filled suck, your hand replacing your mouth's eager pace.
"Do you wanna cum in my mouth or my pussy?" You ask through his moans, you watched as his abs contracted and relaxed over and over, he was clearly fighting off his high, it was adorable.
"Pussy!" He cries out, his back arching with the effort to hold himself back. Your hands release him and he can hear the sound of you undressing yourself. Now, he pouts again. "Wanna see you, please, need to see you when we cum."
"Such a needy boy, aren't you?" You tease with no malice, chuckling as you settle over him on your knees. When you pull the blindfold from his eyes, Ransom immediately takes in your naked form. He feels himself throb as his eyes traces the curves of your body.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he whines, almost pouting about it while he tugs at the binds again. You grin and give him a sweet kiss.
"You're so sweet," you coo and sit in his lap. The moan of shared relief you both let out fills the room, your own neediness taking over you. Before long, you were riding your lover into the mattress. Incoherent grunts and moans accented with the clapping of skin on skin and the squeaks of the mattress grew louder and louder as your highs approach rapidly.
"Ah! Ah! Fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ransom!" You cry out, your fingers rapidly rubbing at your clit.
"Gonna cum! Gonna cum! Please! Please!" Ransom begs as his hips thrust up into you.
"Cum for me, baby, give it to me!" That's all he needed to hear. Whimpers and moans fall from his bitten lips as he fills you, his body trembling with pleasure. His moans shake as wave after wave of bliss takes over him, your hips still grinding to milk your highs as long as possible. He can feel his thighs twitching, his eyes rolling and his back arching. This was different than anything else he's experienced.
"H-Holy shit, I'm still cumming," he whispers in amazement when he feels himself still spilling into you. After what feels like forever, he feels the peak finally start to soften, his body turning into a puddle as he comes down. "Hooooooly shit!" He curses breathlessly, his eyes falling shut.
"I'll say," you giggle and carefully collapse into his chest, your heartbeats matching in their frantic rhythm. "How was it?"
"Fucking amazing," Ransom sighs, tiredness taking hold rather quickly. You're just as quick to notice. You gently shush his whine when you get up to clean him. Soon, he's feeling you gently shaking him awake. He was cleaned and dressed in his pajamas, a new pillow was propped beneath his head to allow you to cradle him to you better.
"Hey there, sleepy head," you speak softly, smiling at his groggy face. He really shouldn't be this adorable. "Eat a few bites then you can go back to sleep, ok?"
"Mmhmm," he nods without argument when he sees a small plate of fruit. He wouldn't turn down watermelon when he was this thirsty. When the juices drip down his chin, you're quick to wipe them away with a fond chuckle.
"If you won't take care of yourself, Ran, I guess I'll have to do it for you."
That sound like Heaven to him.
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Lloyd and dark!reader who sits on his face and rides that mustache forcefully😩 Lloyd passes out because she doesn’t let him breath, but reader doesn’t care. She just keeps going
Ah! I'm feeling soft, but I'll indulge in this thot because it's hot 🥴
NSFW below the cut! Dark!reader and dark content (non/dub con), if you dont like it, you don't have to read it 💖
You could tell he was close. To passing out, that is. His eyes had that glazed look they always do when he's just at his limit, his bound arms yank at the ropes as his instincts kick in, fighting to keep him alive. You weren't going to kill him, no no no, he was too pretty to kill.
You were going to keep riding his face until he lost consciousness, that was certain. You both knew it.
"There we go, that's it, so close aren't you, Lloyd?" You coo through your sultry moans, the grip you had on his hair only tightening as he tries to thrash around, albeit very weakly. A few pathetic whimpers vibrate against your soaking cunt as his answer. You can practically hear him begging for you to let him breathe, to get off, to touch his dick, to give him a break— anything.
"Oh, I know, sweetie, I know," you mock and grind down a little faster, loving the way his mustache roughly tickles your clit. A pleased shiver runs up your spine and you let out another throaty moan.
He hated when did that— mock him with your moans and whimpers, telling him how good you feel while reminding him how little you care about him. Lloyd does his best to glare up at you but the black dots that dance around the corners of his vision grow bigger and bigger until he's going limp on the bed beneath you.
You give a soft giggle when you feel his head grow heavy in your grip, glancing down you find his eyes shut and relaxed. He looks so pretty with your juices running down his flushed cheeks. A few more nasty grinds of your hips and you're cumming all over his placid face. You laugh to yourself and catch your breath, slowly grinding to ride out your high.
When you finally lift yourself off of Lloyd you can't help but giggle again. There laid the Big Bad Hansen, unconscious and tied to your bed, his own cum smeared along his stomach, then your cum coating his face and neck. He was going to be so pissed, it made you giddy.
You climb off him with trembling legs and clean yourself up. Once you're dressed in your silk pajamas, you decide to be nice and clean Lloyd up yourself. Normally, you'd have one of your butlers do it for you, but you decide to spare the old man the trouble of cleaning up your partner? Enemy? Fuck buddy? Whatever the fuck Lloyd was to you, he was a fucking mess.
"There you go, Hansen," you say to his unconscious body as you pull his boxers up his legs, his skin clean and fresh from your favorite wipes. With a satisfied nod, you turn and head for your office, telling Samson to show Mr. Hansen the door once he wakes up.
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for challenge monday: An Act of Grace podficced by singinginmay (missberrycake)
An Act Of Grace by missberrycake
This fic has a podfic read by singinginmay!
Rating: Teen and Up
71,388 words, 8/8 chapters
Archive Warning: Creator chose not to use
Tags: Minor Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Minor Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper, Crime, Thriller, Murder, Mystery, Murder Mystery, 1910’s, Modern Era, Multi-Era, Period-Typical Homophobia, Historical Romance, True Crime Podcast, Podcasting, Happy Ending, POV Multiple, No Smut, Novel, steddiebang23
Summary:
On the morning after Broughton Hall’s annual summer fête, the body of a local Baron’s son was found on the grounds of the estate, as lifeless and cold as the morning was warm. Having spent the summer together, member of the household staff Edward Munson was the first to be suspected. As for the Baron’s son, perhaps there was more to him than the Baron would have society believe.
Decades later, Max Mayfield comes across the murder of Steven Harrington while researching topics for the second season of her hit true crime podcast. Along with her some-time engineer and full-time ex-boyfriend, Lucas, Max uncovers a story of two people that, entwined in secrecy and truths left unspoken, reaches out across history.
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