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#ransom is needy hours
evieolo · 2 months
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You should write a smut about reader being horny and shit and wants Chris’ attention but he tries to focus on something else but she starts touching on him and he gives in and finally lets her use him to get off or something like that!!(you can add some stuff)
please I love your writing so much please this would make my day!!!!~~~❤️🫶��
Get Yourself Off — Chris Sturniolo x Fem!Reader
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Contains: SMUT!/Use of “whore” and “slut”/fingering/grinding/heavy teasing
Chris knew what he was doing. I knew he knew what he was doing. His touch lingered on me leaving shivers up my spine. His hands crept too far down my body every time he touched me. Every time he kissed me he pulled me in; one hand on my ass the other on my thigh. It was leaving me a needy mess.
And he was engrossed in editing a vlog.
I knock on his door lightly, entering the room before he responds. I’d been in and out of his space countless times unable to stay put in one room for over five minutes. It was kitchen, stairs, playing with the dog, checking my appearance in the bathroom mirror, then back to Chris. Over and over again.
I’d even contemplated taking a cold shower in Nick's room, but I didn’t want to weird him out. He knew I’d already taken a shower this morning. What was I supposed to say? “I’m extremely horny for your triplet brother and I need to chill the fuck out.” Yeah…no.
“Chris?” I call. He hums bluntly in response showing little interest. “Baby,” I whine, approaching his chair slowly. I feel bad taking him away from his work. The one time he’s not all over me I’m all over him. I justify my actions with his own; he had no reason to kiss me and grope my thighs this morning, or smack my ass when we were walking upstairs, or squeeze my tits and tell me they’re “so pretty” — this is his fault.
I rest my hands on his shoulders leaning my head against him. I feel my heart rate picking up. We’ve had sex before yet I still find it awkward to ask. Usually, Chris initiates any talk—a perk of his perceptiveness.
I peek over his shoulder to his laptop, he’s editing a solo video. Him unboxing Ransom merch. How much editing does one video need?
I run a hand through his hair feeling the growing heat between my legs. Chris takes a second to respond, “Y/N, do you want something?” He questions. From the tone of his voice, I can tell he’s frustrated, knowing he wants to work on his video, he promised his followers It’d be out tonight. Is it bad the sourness in his voice only turns me on further?
I weigh my options, concluding there is no good outcome without Chris being inside of me. “I need you,” I mumble faintly.
He tilts his head to the side slightly hinting he didn’t hear me. “What?” He questions. My cheeks flush red, I swallow my pride and cough out my words. “I need you,” I repeat more sternly.
Chris raises a brow, returning his focus to his laptop. “Last night wasn’t enough for you?” He starts, resuming the jamming of keys on his laptop. I groan, irked by his response. “That’s not fair.” I pout, “You were squeezing my tits like thirty minutes ago—you’ve been handsy with me all morning!”
Chris’ tone deepens. Finally turning his focus to me. “Maybe you’ve just been a needy slut all morning.”
I flush at his words but smile slightly knowing if he’s talking like this I’m going to get what I want.
“Chris…” I drawl letting my words trail off, “Please fuck me.”
He shuts his laptop off and stands, groaning loudly pushing me against his bed. “You’re such an attention whore, left you alone for two hours, and you're begging to be fucked.” He chides. His dirty talk only turns me on further.
I view the growing bulge, concealed by his sweats and smirk “It doesn’t look like I’m the only one begging to be fucked.” I counter. Chris’ eyebrows fur together. “Shut up.”
He presses two fingers to my lips. “Suck.” I don’t hesitate to draw his fingers into my mouth. He smirks widely when I wrap my tongue around his index. “So needy.” He almost laughs pulling his fingers out of my jaw slowly grazing them against my teeth as he does.
He wriggles his fingers, admiring the spit coating them. He’s so unserious it’s painful. “You want these inside of you.” He smirks. His voice rumbles against my neck, sending the vibrations straight to my sex. “Please just do something.” I plead.
He presses his hand beside my thighs, pushing me back to prop me against the headboard. His fingers push away the fabric of my panties.
He stares at me with lazy eyes teasing my hole with his fingers and grips my hips, pressing me down into the mattress. “So wet for me ma’.” I let out a loud moan as his fingers sink into my core. He lets two digits plunge into my walls, stretching me out but intentionally missing my G-spot.
“Chris, that's not fair,” I whine softly, the agonizing lack of friction in my pooling heat turning me into a wanting mess.
He curls his fingers once, slightly, but then completely stops any movement.
“Chris—please. Move.”
I know he’s teasing. His fingers are long but he won't sink them more than halfway in, drawing out the intense swelling of my heat.
He laughs ignoring the aching throbs between my thighs. “You’re going to get yourself off on my fingers.” He sterns.
What?
I pinch my eyes shut. “But—“ I try to protest. He cuts me off. “You're going to make yourself cum on my fingers or you're not going to cum tonight.” He barks his fingers at a standstill inside of me.
“Chris please—” I gasp. He starts to retract his fingers, pulling them back slowly. I squirm slightly but Chris grips my hips deeply. “If you don’t start moving in the next twenty seconds I’m going back to my desk.” He grits.
I sigh and look at him. His eyes are half-lidded hinting that he’s serious. Jesus Christ.
I whine and start to rut against his fingers, bucking my hips against his hand. The tips of his fingers merely brush my gummy spot. I buck again trying to gain enough friction to draw an orgasm. It was no use. Every time his fingers would draw close to my gummy spot he’d pull them back slightly only letting his digits brush my sex.
“Chris I can’t!” I cry. He smiles at my desperate self and without warning twists his fingers inside me. I gasp out a moan. “Needy slut can’t go twenty-four hours without getting fucked.” He starts pumping his fingers in my cunt lazily, withdrawing them every time my face shows he’s giving me pleasure.
“Fuck!” I draw softly, needing him to move faster—knowing he’ll stop if I ask him to. I pinch my eyes shut trying to find pleasure in what he’s giving me. He won't put his fingers fully in my cunt, purposefully drawing them away from my G-spot.
“Chris I need to cum.” I cry “Please make m-me cum please.” He moves his left hand up and pinches my clit. I yelp in surprise, my hips mindlessly stuttering up. A tear slips from my cheeks and Chris grins, slowly pulling his fingers from my cunt. “Maybe I should stop teasing you you’re dripping down your fucking legs.” Chris rasps.
I nod frantically.
He pushes two fingers in one quick thrust plunging straight into my G-spot flicking my clit with his thumb. My moans fill the room as Chris hammers his fingers into me with rapid thrusts. “Yesyesyes.” I stammer, his thrusts knotting my words.
My insides feel meshed—my breaths come out in whiney pants. So close.
He circles my clit faster, pushing me over the edge. I whine loudly, lolling my head back. “Chris! Fuck!” I stammer with a whine, struggling to speak with his fingers pummeling into me.
“Cum for me ma’ I know you can.”
I moan his name as my walls release. My legs shaking with my crushing orgasm.
“Fuck ma’ you’re dreanched.” Chris laughs. He pulls his fingers from my slit, my legs continue to shake at his drawn stimulation. My chest heaves, seeing white from the waves of bliss washing over me. Chris strokes my head pressing a kiss to the corner of my lips.
“You can open your eyes now ma’.” He laughs, pulling his body level with mine. I hum wobbly in response, blinking my eyes open groggily to look up at him, “Didn’t realize they were closed,” I mumble sheepishly.
Chris pulls himself level with me, his hair hangs slightly over his eyes. He smiles at me. “You’re so cute.” He presses a kiss to my collarbone. “And so sexy.” He grins, pressing a kiss to my chest.
He sighs, laying his head on my chest slightly before meeting his eyes with mine.
“I’m telling my followers the reason my video isn’t out on time is your fault.” He jeers, brushing my hair off my clammy forehead with his thumb.
“It was worth it,” I mutter letting a yawn escape me. “I’ll clean you up, you can go to sleep.” Chris smiles, getting out of bed, presumably grabbing a towel from the bathroom.
“M’kay” I mutter, shutting my eyes. Seconds later my thighs are met with a warm towel, steamy water dulling the soreness between my legs.
“Mm Love you, Chris.”
“I love you too Y/N.”
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navybrat817 · 4 months
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November Reading List - Part 2 - Non-Marvel
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Hey, lovelies! For some reason my original post won't let me save everything , so I have split this into two parts. Here are the non-Marvel character fics I've had the pleasure of reading and reblogging throughout the month of November. Please show these writers some love and heed the warnings for each fic. Remember, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Banner by yours truly and divider by the talented @saradika .
Love, thanks, and happy reading! ❤️
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Chris Evans Characters
Andy Barber
Alpha!Andy by @emerald-evans
Second Shot (Ch. 2) by @drabblewithfrannybarnes
Liquid Love by @brandycranby
Ari Levinson
Polar by @avintagekiss24
It Must be That Old Evil Spirit by @vonalyn
The Sun and the Fool by @witchywithwhiskey
Interrogation by @astheskycries
Messy by @inklore
Curtis Everett
Back to Bed by @ghotifishreads
Big Cozy Sweater by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Claimed by @stargazingfangirl18
Jake Jensen
Gamer Boyfriend by @eloquentreverie
Nice Guy Jake by @paperweight91
Pete Brenner
Hoe Thought by @labella420
Ransom Drysdale
Cocky Ransom by @krirebr
My Best Friend by @sunshine-on-my-mind
Advent Calendar Day 2 by @fushic0re
Simple Mission by @foodieforthoughts
Sweater Stealing /@paperweight91
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Sebastian Stan Characters
Nick Fowler
Worship Your Dark Lord by /@witchywithwhiskey
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Misc. Characters
For Years or For Hours (Paul Atreides) by @cocoamoonmalfoy
Needy Gojo by @emerald-chaos
Cold (Eddie Munson) by @ysmmsy
Violent Delights (August Walker) by @littlefreya
Cold (August Walker) by @sillyrabbit81
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Hello there, my friend! 😊
After thinking very long about what to request (I couldn't decide), I finally made it into your ask box. 😁
What do you think about a Will Ransome story? Perhaps he falls in love with someone he shouldn't fall in love with? Someone who works with him at the church? I'll leave the rest open to you. 😊
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"Thief of Hearts" A Will Ransome x F!Reader Oneshot
With his pending nuptials sending his heart into doubt, Reverend Ransome seeks to distract his mind by saving a the soul of a wandering thief...until she begins to alter the course of his life instead.
Pairing: Will Ransome x F!Reader Genre: Forbidden Love; sad ending Word Count: 3k Content Warning: I guess if you count an engaged vicar having thots a trigger
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Ten weeks until Midsummer night. Ten weeks until the Reverend of Aldwinter married. Ten long, yet instantaneous weeks. 
Will stood on the open threshold of his church early that warm April morning, sweeping the stoop casually, alone with the Lord and his own thoughts. 
It had been a difficult winter for him. Being hardly twenty-two and fresh from seminary, it took even the gentle Will Ransome some time to gain the trust of the small hamlet in rural England. Of course, God always provided, and a particularly bad snow storm the previous December had nearly paralyzed the village, and perhaps it would have ended in disaster had Will, along with a few of the town’s more physically-adept men, to bring supplies from another town miles away, taking them nearly a week on foot with minimal support to make the journey. The rescue efforts had been a success, saving the people from disease and starvation at a crucial hour. 
Of course, not only did this act of heroism persuade the village to accept the youthful, gangly vicar, but it had another, less-foreseen side effect: the women of Aldwinter suddenly became needy for him, which had really thrown the sincere young pastor for a loop. 
Normally, seeing the uptick in church attendance was a welcome sight, but Will was no fool. Aldwinter didn;t have a large population, but it surely seemed like the spinsters and young maidens of the town doubled in number overnight. They lingered after service, waiting at strategic points in the reception line, each so as not to be overshadowed by her predecessor. Each had a different tactic to gain the man's attention, and most failed. 
The only one who was able to keep his eye for more than a moment had been Stella, who was far and away the most quiet and virtuous of the girls in Aldwinter. Fair-haired and gentle, she moved with natural grace and humility, and of course, the whisperings among the congregation were that of all the ladies, Stella would make the most appropriate bride for a man of God. 
She exuded patience, virtue, purity, a love for children and God, and a servant’s heart. 
So Will decided that pretty Stella, lovely and true, indeed would be the perfect little wife for him. Not only would a courtship finally quell the unwanted advances of the town’s more boisterous virgins, but perhaps it was time for Will to adhere to God’s commandment to be fruitful and multiply. So, Will asked Stella’s father for permission to formally court her with the intent of marriage by the following summer. 
The artifice of such an arranged courtship was not lost on Ransome, however, and as winter melted into spring, he somehow both became more and less convinced that marrying at this time was the right idea.
Perhaps he was merely using Stella, who certainly deserved better? He was very fond of her in earnest, and he did find her beautiful both inside and out. He knew she would make him a happy husband, and that he would devote his life to her own comfort. After all, that was what God commanded husbands and wives to do. 
Stella kept assuring him how happy she was, how thrilled she was to be starting her married life with him, and how soon she wanted to begin having children (although Will found himself often reminding her that it was up to the Lord to decide on the timing of their future children). 
So many doubts flooded his mind. He was constantly about either the church or town, if not making wedding plans, visiting the villagers and tending to their spiritual needs, so this rare moment to sweep the porch of his sanctuary was welcome. He could speak to God in his mind and ask for the advice he so desperately needed. 
This bright, unseasonably-warm April morning had a different feeling to it. Something uncertain was hanging in the air about the reverend, making the hair on his neck stand. 
“Something is coming…” he found himself muttering, though he rarely spoke to himself outside of prayer. 
As if on a cue, a young girl of about ten came rushing over the hill on which the same church house sat, yelling for the pastor. “VICAR! COME QUICK!”
“Child, what is it? Is someone hurt?” he asked with sudden concern. 
“Some vagabond got caught stealing from Mr. Miller! No one seems to know who she is, but he beat her to the ground and now he’s calling for stocks!” 
“Stocks?” Will almost chuckled in spite of the seriousness of the moment. What a medieval punishment! Do stocks even exist?
Will followed the girl down the hill and into the village, where the burly, bald old butcher was standing over a figure as of yet unclear to him as he approached the scene. 
You had no idea what was going on, only that you;d made the attempt to slip your hand into the bulging pocket of the old butcher, only for some brat to alert him to your presence. The man may have had forty years on you, but he could still pack a wallop, especially seeing as you were still weak from the influenza that had nearly taken you over the winter, and that you were still very hungry. 
He kicked you repeatedly in the ribs until you fell over, calling for stocks or a gallows as he continued to assault you. 
Vaguely, you could hear some women protesting, claiming that you were only  a starving girl (which was, of course, truth). Mr. Miller, however, did not stop, at least until another man’s voice joined the assembly. 
It was deep, but gentler than the others.  “How dare you raise a hand to a woman?” it began. 
Mr. Miller’s voice lost some of its’ rage. “Reverend Ransome,” he said quietly. 
“Aren’t you ashamed?” the deep, gentle voice continued. You had your head in the dirt, and intended to keep it that way for your protection. “The Lord teaches us to forgive those who trespass against us.”
“Everything I am worth is in this purse, and she nearly nicked it off me!” protested the gruff butcher. 
“Then perhaps you shouldn’t carry your life savings on your person,” the other man suggested. “Or, perhaps you should mind the teaching of Our Father and offer the girl some help instead?”
You finally spoke up. “I can leave,” you said softy. “I’m wandering, looking for work. I just recovered from influenza, and I lost my factory job and had to do…do some horrid things to get by…but I was chased out of town--”
“--bloody hell, what a surprise!--” swore Mr. Miller. 
“--and I have been eating grasses on the roadside to subsist, hoping there’s work in the north,” you explained. 
After a moment of silence, the gentle voice remarked, “It’s newly spring, there is very little grass.”
“Exactly,” you said pathetically.
You were conscious of the gentle man kneeling down beside you. He slipped a finger under your chin, bringing your face into view, forcing you to look the town reverend in the eye for the first time. 
Instantly, you knew that here before you was not a man who would do you harm. His eyes were gentle, blue, full of sympathy for you. You couldn;t help but be instantly revived by his touch. For being a chaste man of god, his face could turn a lady to sin, the rugged handsomeness of his visage nearly hypnotizing you. 
Your lower lip trembled in hesitation. It was this little twitch that seemed to perk his interest even more, as if expressing a small degree of modesty was something that went a long way in the parson’s mind. 
“Poor woman, please don't be afraid,” he said in the softest, most inviting voice. 
“What are we going to do with her?” asked Mr. Miller angrily. 
“My name is Will,” he said, ignoring the butcher in order to introduce himself. “I am the vicar here in Aldwinter.” 
“I…I’m Y/N,” you replied. 
Will smiled. “A beautiful name. It suits you. But your accent is Welsh…Cardiff?”
You smiled and nodded meekly. “You really are a far way from home, little wanderer,” he said, observing you a bit more closely. You could feel his eyes strip you down to your core, both in a curious way…and one that may have had a more lustful foundation, even if he himself was not aware of it.
“Well?” repeated Mr. Miller. 
Will looked up at the angry man with a scowl. “Patience. I think our solution here is an obvious one.”
You looked at the reverend and decided to trust him. It was better than letting this crude butcher have his way with you. 
“I have fallen behind in maintaining the church after the harsh season,” he admitted. “It needs a bit of cleaning.” 
“Your wife will see to that once you marry,” chimed some woman from the crowd. 
The good Reverend is engaged, you thought sadly. As if a sinner like me ever had the chance…
Will involuntarily scoffed. “Which won’t be for another few months,” he added. “Until then, perhaps Miss Y/N could fulfill the task?”
You nodded quickly and enthusiastically. “Of course,” he continued, looking you in the eye again, this time with just a hint of fatherly sternness, “you must promise not to steal again, from anyone.” 
“Yes,” you whispered quietly. “I swear to God I won’t.”
The vicar cringed at your use of God’s name, and you immediately regretted it. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. 
Will only smiled after recovering from the brief wince. “I believe you.” 
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Will Ransome loved God more than anyone, which was the way it should have been. He knew in his heart that would never change. 
But in the weeks that followed your clandestine meeting, as gravity drew you closer and closer to the vicar, he found himself falling prey to the wandering eye of so many lustful men that he’d been warned to avoid throughout his life. 
But perhaps this was…natural?
After all, you were equally beautiful to Stella, albeit with different coloring and a somewhat rougher edge. You had a bit of a firmer stance, a more assertive manner to you that set you apart from her. You weren’t afraid to question the reverend’s ideas as he began to offer them to you in exchange for advice on how to convey them in a sermon. He quickly became attractive to your differing perspectives. 
Of course, he was deterred by the fact that you seemed, at best, indifferent to God. However, the challenge ultimately proved to only solidify the chemistry you had with the man. Will was a man of God for more than just duty’s sake. He loved a deep discussion on theology, something to spark his wit as well as his faith. You provided the perfect outlet for him to unleash all of his thoughts, as if you were a walking diary. 
In turn, you looked very, very lovely when you swept the aisle floor, or polished the brass chalice on the altar, as you found yourself doing presently, on the last day of spring, just before sunset. You knew Will would be around, as tomorrow was Sunday, and Midsummer.
And his wedding day. 
You couldn’t help but want his eye to fall on you tonight, and he was a difficult man to read in terms of his more private feelings. He often neglected to mention Stella, even though you’d met the woman several times, and reluctantly admitted to yourself that she was kind, and deserved to be happy.
You knew he could never love you. You would be a terrible vicar’s bride. You weren’t even a virgin.  
But for just one kiss…
You felt your mind drift off into fantasy, where in the chalice you held, Will’s reflection appeared, swiftly moving in behind you, his head slowly falling to your ear, his docile baritone whispering: “Lord in heaven, forgive me…”
“Will?” you replied in an equally-soft tone, the feeling of lithe fingers delicately wandering over your collarbone, tracing it back to your neck, brushing your long hair back almost real. 
“Y/N, I don't know what’s come over me, but I’m afraid I’m beginning to love you.”
“As am I,” you felt tears come to your eyes. “Neither of us should accept how we’ve begun to feel.” 
“I am despicable,” he bemoaned. “But you are an angel, and such beauty is only God’s work…who am I to refuse his gift?”
His hand moved down to your breast, firmly settling over it as he pulled your back against his chest, his sighs moving hot air across your neck as you leaned back. You didn’t expect Will to bare his teeth and gingerly run them over the soft flesh in the curve of your shoulder, sending bolts of lighting down your legs. 
We are in his church…you’re leading him astray…
No, don’t tell him to stop…
You felt Will pull away and grab your shoulders, firmly-but-gently turning you to face him. It was in that moment that you realized that you weren’t in a day dream. That Reverend Will Ransome, with the tender blue eyes that called your soul back to God, was standing before you, expressing sincere physical affection for you even as he wore his priestly habit. 
“I…I’ve wanted this since the day you saved me,” you said quietly as Will caressed your face, looking deeply into your face as if God himself resided in you. In his arms, you felt as if he did. “Every day, you came in to check on me…”
“...I longed for those moments every day,” he confessed, holding you tightly to him and tenderly rocking you back and forth. He smelled faintly of woodsmoke and pine. You wanted to drown in his scent. “I knew that for God, for Stella…I couldn’t…”
“I never meant for this to happen,” you mumbled. “Nor do I wish your bride any ill will…”
“It isn’t your fault,” he answered, tears beginning to fall down the side of his reddening face. “Don’t allow yourself to think so.” 
You were quiet for a moment, simply letting the feeling of being with Will Ransome turn the world underneath you. 
“I’ll call it off,” he said, his voice wobbling slightly in spite of the conviction of his words. “Tell Stella that the Lord has called me to celibacy and meditation for a year, then afterward, we’ll marry, and--”
You put a soft finger over his lips, instantly quieting his plans. “No, Will.” The words cut you to say, but in your heart, you knew they needed to be said. “That would be wrong.” 
He nodded after a pensive sigh. “Yes, you’re quite right.” 
“And you didn’t believe for a moment that your silly rambling would amount to anything,” you added. “We both know where we are supposed to be, and--”
“--it isn’t here,” Will finished your thought for you. 
Nodding silently, you turned away. You could feel his hands reaching your shoulders, rubbing them, causing you to release an involuntary sigh of pleasure. 
You wanted the vicar in the worst ways, and it made you feel like a devil to acknowledge your desire to bed a man of the cloth, even one who didn’t have celibacy vows. Will Ransome was still an engaged man, with not one virtuous reason to cancel the arrangement. You were hardly worth the rumors that would start, let alone the trouble it would take to insult Stella and undo any progress that Will had made with the townsfolk in regards to his reputation. 
After all, Stella was the town darling since her birth eighteen years ago. There was no doubt the conservative villagers of Aldwinter would instantly take her side against the scrappy young vicar who stole her heart, only to regurgitate it six months later for the sudden love of a gutter rat. 
“But I cannot do this to you,” he mused. “Marry Stella while you watch from the back pew. I cannot make you dance at my wedding to another, not one of God’s own angels.” 
You almost had to laugh. What farce of a religion somehow declared you an angel where Perfect Stella wasn’t?
“Don’t think on me,” you said, breaking away from Will again. “But…the brass is polished,” you added, changing the subject. 
He ignored your attempt to soften the moment, and instead cut you off again, quickly laying his lips against yours, drawing the resistance out of you with his kiss. You nearly fell to the floor in a heap of need. This couldn’t go on. It would only make the inevitable parting worse. 
But you never gave in to your reasoning. Not as Will too, allowed himself to surrender to the heat suspended about you in the humid summer night air. You allowed sin to consume both of you, though you were positive that you both would come to regret doing so. 
No, you promised yourself, letting Will litter kisses up and down your flesh as he began undressing you behind the altar. I will have no regrets.
Having regrets was a foreign feeling to you anyways. You were, after all, still a thief. 
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My Dear Will, 
As these will be the last words I ever say to you, I will make them brief and as painless for us as possible. 
We were never meant to happen. Sometimes accidents occur, but for what it’s worth, it was the best mistake I will ever commit. I came to Aldwinter to steal some food and money. I never expected to steal the heart of the best man in England.
You were right. I couldn’t bear to watch. Instead, I’ll lock the memories of my night in your arms away, until we can reunite to share them again in heaven. 
Send my love to your bride, Y/N
Will bit his lip, maintaining his composure as he read your handwritten note twice more.
“It’s time, Reverend.” 
Startled by the sudden call from the usher in the doorway, Will accidentally threw the note into the blazing fireplace before him. “Thank you,” he mumbled. 
He took one last glance around the room before leaving the last morsel of evidence of your love affair behind him, stepping over the threshold to become a husband. He was unaware that you were only just now leaving Aldwinter, hiking over the crest of the north hill, never to return to his life. 
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I hope this satisfies, @holdmytesseract! I'll admit, I am much less familiar with Will Ransome than I am with Loki, so apologies if this was unbelievably atrocious.
Random Mutual Tags because I can't remember who will read outside of Loki stuff : @lokisgoodgirl @mochie85 @muddyorbsblr @joyful-enchantress @simplyholl
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dcllbows · 3 months
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𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 (𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐧)
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pairing | daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader
summary | after breaking one of ransom’s most important rules, you’re quick to feel sorry for your actions.
warnings | smut, ddlg, masturbation (f), mean ransom while he’s punishing her but then he gets soft during aftercare, (i can’t write anybody mean), spanking, belt use, oral (m receiving), face fucking, lots of aftercare, baby talking
notice | my blog is not suitable for those under the age of 18. if that applies to you, please navigate away from this page.
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your hand finds your sensitive button, rubbing it in circles. letting out soft whimpers, you relish in the feeling that you’ve been pushing away for so long. ransom had gotten stuck at one of his dreaded family dinners again, so you were left alone watching cartoons on the couch.
you’d been feeling a needy ache brewing in your belly all day, and you’d been alone for most of it while ransom worked. you were very adamant about him not leaving, or at least taking care of your needs before he did. he had one foot across the threshold, and with you tugging at his coat sleeve, he kissed your head. “i’ll take care of you right away when i get home, angel.”
it had been three hours since then. that ache inside you had grown a million times more unbearable with every passing minute. you tried to stave it off to the best of your ability, but clearly you’d failed since your hand had already made its way into your pajama pants. you were currently breaking one of ransom’s cardinal rules, touching yourself without permission.
it feels so good to break the rules, you silently think, eyes shut tight as you approach your peak.
the sound of ransom clearing his throat slices through your silent bedroom.
“didn’t hear me getting home?” he asks. it’s clear he’s trying to keep his expression indifferent, but white-hot anger peeks through his narrow face.
you’re speechless as he advances toward your bed. gripping your wrist and pulling your hand to his mouth, he slips the slickest finger in. “you taste so fucking good, bunny. too bad i won’t get to taste you again tonight, because that would be rewarding you.”
“daddy, i didn’t—” as much you want to try to explain, the anger that bubbles behind ransom’s eyes is enough to tell you that your explanation would only dig you in a deeper hole.
“didn’t what, bunny? didn’t want to wait for daddy to get home before touching yourself? hmm?” he spits. “over my lap. now.”
you oblige, silently crawling over to where he sits on the bed and positioning yourself over his lap. “count. if you miss one, we start over.”
the jingling sound of his belt coming off makes you shiver. he tugs down your shorts and begins striking your plump ass. you count each swat, whimpering as your skin got more raw.
“you know, i was actually looking forward to tonight a lot, bunny. i was gonna get to come home after that awful dinner, and spend time with my favorite girl in the world. i was gonna let you have all the ice cream and candy you wanted, and we were gonna watch a movie, and then, and the end of the night, i was gonna ravish you like i’ve been planning to all day. guess we can’t do any of that now since you’ve decided to be a fucking brat.”
he punctuates his sentence with a harsh smack to your ass. he resumes his assault, and you resume your counting. once your ass is good and raw, he strokes each cheek, knowing that the lightest touch feels like fire on your delicate skin. at this point, your face is streaked with tears, your throat burning from all the screaming you’ve been doing.
“you’re gonna do one more thing for me, bunny,” he murmurs, stroking your red skin, “you’re gonna let me fuck the daylights outta that pretty fuckin’ mouth.” he flips you around before he stands up. his pants have been discarded long before this, so you’re at eye level with his hard cock. “open wide, bunny.”
like the perfect girl you strive to be, you obey. as soon as your mouth is open just enough for him to breach it, he does. his cock immediately touches the back of your throat, and you gagin response.
“breath through your nose, bunny. take daddy’s dick in your throat.” his hands find the sides of your face, and guide you up and down his thick shaft. “you feel so good, baby.” you don’t know what to make of the new nickname, since he usually opts to solely use “bunny” during your punishments, but you choose to take it as a sign that your punishment is almost over.
he keeps using your mouth for quite some time, and despite the aching pain in your jaw, you find yourself getting a bit bored. you don’t dare tell ransom, because if need be, he’ll definitely find something to make you wish you were bored.
he ups the pace a little, and by the look on his face you can tell he’s about to come. he confirms your thought process when he says, “daddy’s gonna come in your throat, baby. your little mouth feels so fuckin’ good on daddy’s cock.”
he groans and releases hot ropes of cum down your throat, stilling only when his cock touches the back of your mouth. you only gag a little; you’ve gotten used to the feeling of his tip striking your uvula. he pulls out, and your eyes well with tears again.
“c’mere, baby,” his tone is considerably softer as your body slumps against his, “you okay?” his eyes are sympathetic to your shaking figure. you give a pitiful nod, tears falling.
“‘m sorry, dada. i not ‘posed to touch myself without daddy’s permission.” you mumble, feeling his hand stroking the small of your back.
“that’s right, princess. i had to punish you because you broke the rules. daddy’s sorry, but sometimes it has to happen, okay little one?” his hooded eyes meet yours.
“okay, daddy.” your breathing slows, and for a moment, the only sound in the room is the sound of yours and ransom’s exhausted sighs. his hand finds your sore jaw, massaging it.
“is your throat hurting, baby?” you nod again. “would some ice cream make it better?”
you gasp. “i have ice cream, dada?”
he nods. “you want daddy to go get it for you?”
“yes, please.” you reply. he chuckles at your politeness as he retreats from the bed to get your ice cream.
your eyes light up when he comes back with an enormous bowl of chocolate ice cream. “thank you daddy! thank you a million times!” you assault his cheeks with kisses.
“you’re welcome, sweetheart. i brought some ice to put on your butt, okay?” you lift your hips up, and he places an ice pack under your bottom.
you lay back between ransom’s legs. “what movie do you want to watch, princess?”
“can we watch ‘punzel, dada?” you look at him with wide eyes.
“we sure can, love.” he kisses your cheek as he grabs another spoonful of ice cream to feed you.
he turns on tangled, and you snuggle closer to him. “feeling better, honey?” he asks. you nod in exhaustion, content in his arms.
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abbatoirablaze · 8 months
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Princess & Bunny, Chapter 7
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: mentions of being drugged, manipulation, coercion/manipulative sex, unprotected sex/smut, spitroasting, double penetration, knotting/spining, a/b/o sex, filmed noncon sex, morally grey characters.
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The party was raging on around Princess and Ransom.  He’d returned in a sour mood a few hours before it started, growling on about how Harlan wouldn’t just tell him what he wanted to know.  And Princess, feeling neglected, just had to poke the sleeping panther. 
“Just forget about her, Hughie…”
“I told you to stop calling me that,” Ransom growled at the needy omega.  Princess whimpered and his jaw clenched, “I’ve already left Linda a message…when she finally decides to pick up her phone you all are going to have a lot of explaining to do…you all tricked me.  Made me think it was you instead of-“
“Instead of Bunny!” she finished, shooting him a glare, “yeah.  Because Linda couldn’t let Bunny ever be the one who fucked up.  The news killed our father, and she blamed me.  She was always the perfect fucking angel…but you’re mine, Ransom.  Not hers.  You shouldn’t have even been in her roo-“
“SHE’S MY MATE!” the alpha roared, finally losing his composure, “TAKE WHATEVER IT IS YOU THINK I OWE YOU, AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS, PRINCESS.  YOU MANIPULATED ME INTO THINKING THAT KINGSTON WAS OURS.  THAT YOU WERE MY MATE INSTEAD OF BUNNY!  YOU AND LINDA.  I WAS THINKING ABOUT IT THE WHOLE DRIVE BACK HERE!  YOU MADE HER STOP HANGING AROUND ME WHEN YOU TWO STARTED PRESENTING.  YOU MADE IT SO THAT SHE SPENT ALL OF HER TIME WITH MY MOM AND THAT I WAS STUCK WITH YOU!”
“You wanted my attention, Ransom…whether you’re willing to admit it, or not…”she huffed.
“Well, I’ve realized that I wanted the wrong twin all along!” he spat, “now just do me a favor and leave me the hell alone until Linda comes and picks you up!”
“Hey doll, what’s got you lookin’ so sad, huh?” Bucky asked as he watched the needy omega glare at Ransom, “you and big brother having a little fight?”
“We heard you two arguing this afternoon while we were setting up,” Steve frowned sympathetically as he wrapped his arm around her waist, “are you okay?”
“He can be so cruel sometimes!” she whimpered tipsily, looking between the two strong alphas, “it’s always about Bunny…I just want to be good enough for once.”
“Oh sweetheart, you’re perfect,” Pronge offered, walking up to the brothers and her.  She sniffled and he handed her his own red solo cup, taking her empty one off of her, “if he can’t see that, then he’s as dumb an alpha as can be…”
“Yeah…” she sniffled, taking a long, heavy drink from the cup.  She went to hand it back, but Pronge only shook his head.
“Keep it, sweetheart…better yet…I can grab us some more…and we can head up to my room?  You don’t need to be around all this garbage…you just need some alphas that want to pamper you,” he offered, shooting his brothers a wink when she nodded, taking another drink.  Bucky and Steve’s eyes lit up, “we can all sit down and listen to you tell us all about what a mean alpha old Ransom is…how’s that sound, pretty girl?”
“O-Okay…” she sniffled allowing Pronge to lead her up to his room, “you know what the worst thing about it is?”
“What’s that, pretty girl?”
“I gave him my virginity,” she whimpered sadly, “and it’s like it didn’t even matter.”
“What a shame!” Steve added in as they started up the stairs, “that asshole…”
“I know,” she huffed, “I-I just had sex with him not even last week too…I’ve never been spined or anything, so it was new…and my pussy hurt so bad after because nothings ever been in there.”
“You’ve never…played with yourself?” Bucky asked curiously.
She shook her head, whimpering against Pronge’s shoulder, “even in heat…Linda always said that it was wrong so I-I’ve never-“
“Aww, it’s okay, kitten…we’ve got you!”
Steve raised his brow and Pronge shot him another wink, mouthing ‘heat powder.’
Steve smiled, leading her into Pronge’s room.  That’s when he noticed just how she was acting.  She was shifting around like her clothes were too itchy, and a thin line of sweat appeared at her hairline.  She took another few sips of the beer before putting it down on his desk, “is it hot in here to you guys?”
“Probably just you not used to the alcohol…you know what you need to do?”
“Hey-wh-where’s Bucky?”
“Oh he’s just grabbing us some more beer,” Steve smiled, “but you know…Pronge’s right…you’re so new to partying, you’re probably not used to the beer…if you’re feeling hot, you could always take off your dress…”
“Wh-what?” she giggled, “but then I would only be in my underwear…”
“I-I think one of my old girlfriends left one of her skirts and a top…might be more…comfortable…” Pronge offered with a shrug, “that dress looks really uncomfortable…”
She frowned at the suggestion.  She hadn’t thought about just how the fabric felt, but thinking about it, it did seem a little itchy on her skin.
“Y-you wouldn’t mind?”
“Oh, not at all, sweetheart!” Pronge smiled, already reaching for the schoolgirl outfit that he’d had from his various roleplaying outfits that he’d film his exes in, “you know what though…that underwear might be uncomfortable too…might as well just…take that off…”
“Y-yeah…” she said nervously, “I am feeling a little…uncomfortable with them on.  Thanks”
Bucky walked in with fresh beers, not bothering to close the door behind himself.  The men smiled as she took the schoolgirl outfit and began stripping down.  Already, the instant heat powder was working its magic.  Her nipples were pebbled, and the boys could smell her slick. 
Bucky growled and another wave of slick collected at her entrance.  She turned around, the outfit snugly fitting her.  Her breasts could nearly be seen through the thin white material of the shirt, and the skirt barely covered the round globes of her ass.  She bent slightly back to the desk for the cup and the three men growled, seeing her slick sex on display. 
But it was Bucky who had already unzipped and dropped his jeans.  His hardened length stood at attention as he started in behind her.  She yelped, nearly dropping her cup as Bucky’s large, calloused hands ensnared her hips.
“Bu-Bucky…”
“Shhhh…relax, pretty kitten…this dog’s got a bone to bury…deep in your perfectly wet little cunt.”
Another wave of slick poured from her entrance.  Bucky smirked as he lined himself up, the tip of his cock already collecting some of her wetness.
“I-I’ve never-“
“Let us think for you,” Bucky alpha commanded, “just relax and take our cocks like a good little needy omega…”
“O-okay…”
“Steve…you get her mouth…”
“With pleasure,” the blonde smiled, licking his lips.  Princess moaned when Steve appeared in front of her, “get on the bed, sweetheart…Buck and I are going to make you forget all about Drysdale.”
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Princess was a mess. 
She’d been used up by Steve and Bucky, but they weren’t the only ones.
No one had bothered to close the door, and from downstairs, most of the frat brothers could smell the woman in heat; artificial or otherwise. 
So, when the alphas came up and saw her getting spit-roasted by Barnes and Rogers, they started lining up. 
She’d been at the house for nearly a week and was only meeting some of his frat brothers when they decided they were going to have a turn with her. 
Princesses eyes rolled into the back of her head as Curtis’ knot inflated inside of her pussy, his cum painting her walls, just like Barnes’ did before him.  She was panting as she needily rode him, the knot tugging at her entrance. 
Curtis growled, his nails creating crescent moons on her hips, that was sure to create bruises in the morning.
Princess was fucking herself on his knot, taking every ounce of his seed that she could get. 
Meanwhile, the man who had started it all, Pronge, was eagerly allowing his frat brothers to line up, encouraging them all to take a turn with Drysdales’ sister while he filmed it. 
Curtis growled as another alpha stalked over, “Wanna see how much she can handle?”
“Fuck off Storm!”
“Then get out of her pussy,” the playboy smirked, “me and Colin wanna have a go…and either you lay down on the bed and we take her throat and ass, or you clear out…”
He gave another growl but pulled his half-hard cock out of her with a harsh tug, his knot giving a hefty popping noise as he left her cunt a sopping mess, “enjoy sloppy thirds…asshats.”
Johnny didn’t care though. 
“You want her cunt, ass, or mouth?”
“Mouth, all day, baby,” he smirked, “see if she can handle me while my knot hits the back of her throat…”
“Anyone cool with taking her cunt while I take her ass and Colin takes her mouth?”
Another one of their brothers, Lance Tucker stepped forward, “you guys know I’m always up for some gymnastics…”
“Please,” Princess whimpered, her fingers already buried knuckle deep in her pussy as she tried to hit another orgasm.  Her back arched and the three alphas growled, seeing her pussy already fucked raw, her clit swollen and heavy, and her body covered in a thin glossy sheen, “need you alpha…alphas…please…give me your knots…”
“God, I love college,” Johnny smirked, picking Princess up as though she weighed nothing.  Lance  grinned, already stripping down, as he laid on the bed.  Princess whimpered watching as he gave his hardened length a few good pumps, “ready, Tucker?”
“C’mere omega…” he growled seductively.  The omega shivered, and the boys smelled a fresh wave of slick collecting at her entrance, mixing with her two previous partners’ cum, “gonna show you who the god of this pussy is now…”
Johnny helped place her on him, impaling her with his cock.  The omega panther moaned, throwing her head back as she felt herself being filled by his length, “Alpha…”
“Ready for another cock, baby?”
Princess nodded eagerly as Colin kneeled on the bed, his length almost out of her reach.  She whimpered, opening her mouth, “Please alpha…need…need it all...”
She yelped, shooting up when she felt Johnny behind her, his cock tapping against her ass.  But it was Lance who growled, pulling her back down onto his length, hard and fast.  She nearly howled out, half in pleasure half in pain from being slammed down on his cock. 
Colin took advantage of her mouth being opened, and grabbed her by the hair, only to fill the open hole with his own cock.  She nearly choked as he bucked hard into her mouth, not bothering with any foreplay. As she caught her breath, Johnny wasted no time in collecting some of the slick from her thighs and spreading it over the head of his cock. 
And without warning, he slammed into her, stretching her virginal rosebud around his own girthy length. 
“Oh, fuck, omega,” Johnny growled as he seated himself in her ass.  He bucked his hips gently, sending her forward on Colin’s length.  He slapped her ass and Lance growled again as he pulled her back towards Johnny and himself, “we’re gonna have fun with you alright.”
Everything hurt. 
Her jaw felt sore. 
Her pussy felt raw.
Her ass felt like it was torn in two.
And her head felt like someone had taken a jackhammer to it. 
Princess whimpered as the light trailed in through the window.  As she raised her arm to try to block out some of the light, she realized that the pain extended to her joints as well.  Opening her eyes, she noticed the bruises on her hips and arms. 
But worst of all, she felt an unbearable pain in her neck.  Her fingers reached up, and her mouth opened in a horrified gasp.
She’d had a brand new mating mark in place of the one that she’d gotten removed.
And worst of all, she didn’t remember who she’d gotten it from.
Chapter 8
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finniestoncrane · 1 year
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Sins of the Father
Dano!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 4k commission: you're held hostage by the riddler in a bid to bribe your father and bring his nasty crimes against gotham's needy to light 🐀💚 commission me here! kinks are so multi-faceted. it's fine if this is interesting/arousing/scary/healing for you! you're normal, and you're completely valid 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: exhibitionism kinda, noncon, dubcon, threats, crying, ransom, hostage, restraints, kidnapping, threats
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“Please, daddy! He says he’ll let me go if you give him the money… not your money though, he says it’s not your money. The funds for the hospital? Is he telling the truth daddy? Did you steal money from those kids? I’m so scared, daddy! Please, please, I need you to-” The video stopped, your tear stained face, cheeks red and raw from where the duct tape was torn from them, the haunting still that was left on the screen. The GCPD officers hung their heads around the table, awkwardly shuffling, uncomfortable with the contents of the disc that had been mailed to them that morning. “He’s denied everything. Not even willing to 'fess up to save his daughter. So until we find out anything else about the money from our own investigation, there's no point in asking him.” “Yes, sir.” Detective Jim Gordon pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing before he spoke. "But we know that's his motive. We know there's a trail. Anyone else involved in this scam, we have to be getting them into protective custody. Who knows who his next target is! It could be anyone in this city." "Yes, sir." The officers spoke in unison, making their way to the door before they were called back. “Hey, hang on. There’s more.” Gordon pulled another disk out from the file in front of him. “He’s sent us another one.”
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You tried to move your wrists, even millimetres apart from the arms of the chair you were taped to, but it was no use. Your ankles were the same. And while you had wasted a huge amount of time, exerted most of your energy, for the past three hours trying to loosen the restraints, you now realised it was futile.
No moisture left to form tears, you still sobbed, whining almost. Screaming into the gag as he came back into the apartment, stepping closer to you. With a gloved hand, he stroked your cheek, shushing you. And when you didn’t stop, he brought out his little switch knife, holding it close to you as you managed to squeeze out a few more pathetic tears.
“Do you think your daddy got the message?”
A few moments of consideration, and then you nodded, unsure if it was the right answer. It wasn’t.
He laughed, maniacal, growing in volume until it was verging on a scream, at which point he stood up, jumping, shouting around the room as he paced.
“No, no, no, no, no, noooooooo, NO! No he didn’t! Of course he didn’t. Those people never do!”
He softened his voice as he grew close to you again, crouched back down, eye-level, and maintaining the gaze without blinking.
“Honestly, you’re better off here with me.”
The Riddler, clad in his costume, hands coated in leather, no fingerprints on your body yet, stroked at your cheek once more, holding your face between his hands.
“I’ll keep you safe. As long as you’re worth something to me. Can you be worth something?”
You nodded, instantaneously this time, desperate to keep yourself safe no matter what.
“Good… let’s see how true that is then.”
He left you sitting there in suspense, his back turned to you as he sat at his desk. Home, fresh from the kill no doubt, the faint scent of blood on his gloves still lingering in your nostrils. Before even letting himself breathe, giving his skin a moment of reprieve from the mask and the jacket and the gloves, you could see he was in the process of loading up his laptop. As the screen flickered to life, the rest of the room now seeming even darker that it did before in the pale, dim, yellow light, you watched him clicking and typing, calm, precise.
He fiddled with the camera that balanced on the top of the screen, angling it until he felt it was just right, clicked once more, and then leaned back in his chair. The relentless pinging sounds of people tuning in began, their messages filling the chat. You wondered if they knew. About you, your father, the video he had made you record. Had the GCPD released a statement? Was your father pleading for your safe return? Did he really steal that money from the funds for the new children’s hospital? Everything was up in the air, completely unknowable. Your entire existence, boiled down to cliché questions of a procedural drama. Your future, even your present, a riddle.
Twitching at his voice, you looked up, staring at the back of him, as he began speaking to the viewers.
“Hello, everyone. I have some unfortunate news to share with you all. At present, the GCPD are currently coming to grips with the news that their city is completely plagued by corruption, far worse than they ever thought. Or, did they know all along? We’ll have to see how many of the little piggies will be added to our list, won’t we?”
The relentless pinging of accolades, hearts, likes, shared joy at the notion of murder and revenge filled the room. You stared at the floor, trying to will your ears to close, to not have to hear the insanity in the echo chamber. You were interrupted in your efforts though as he began moving, lifting the little camera and heading over to you.
You tried to shield your face, but he gripped your cheeks, harsh, immense strength behind the hold he had on you, and turned your face towards the little blinking lens.
“Do you recognise her?”
The pinging, insane, no doubt filled with people who indeed recognised a Gotham socialite, finally getting what she supposedly, at least to them, deserved. He stroked at your cheek, the leather-clad fingers of his right hand ghosting over the tear stained skin, trailing down your neck and toying with the collar of your shirt.
“Perhaps you might recognise her if we revealed a little bit more?”
A maniacal giggle filled the room, but he managed to choke it back quickly to resume his one-sided conversation with the viewers.
“Yep! That’s right! And wait until you hear what her daddy has been up to! Such a shameful, disgusting man.”
He let you go, almost throwing your face to the side roughly as he went back to the desk, sitting down and almost gleefully exposing the heart-breaking details behind your father’s misdeeds. It was hard not to believe him. He’d done his research. He seemed to know everything, inside and out. Every tiny little fact and figure. And of course, the crowd went wild.
The Riddler finished up his preaching, his words sharp, cutting, painful to listen to. You weren’t sure if that was the reason that you were sobbing uncontrollably. It was either that, or the sudden realisation that your father was a bad man. That the Riddler was right. Gotham’s elite were corrupt, all of them. And now, you were to sit here and wait for your fate to be revealed to you, paying for the sins of your father, a punishment you didn’t deserve but were going to get either way.
“So, if there’s one thing I can get you to help me with, it would be to put pressure on the GCPD to release the ransom video. Let them know that you know it exists. Let them know that we know what this little dolly’s daddy gets up to. We want to see the evidence I sent them, we want to see the city get tired, grow restless in the wake of these revelations.”
His voice was now raised to the point of screaming. He took a deep breath, shaky, as though he was actually nervous underneath the mask. Stepping back over to you, he crouched by the chair, pressing his cheek to yours.
“Ok, say goodbye to everyone now! We have another video to record.”
He waved fanatically to the camera in his hand before he clicked it off, making his way back over to the desk to close the laptop. With his phone in hand, he approached you once more, seeming to tower over you.
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“Detective Gordon? Are you alright, sir?” Jim blinked, refocusing his eyes on the room, the officers who were waiting patiently for his instruction, the screen which was black. “Sorry, Officer Barnes. Press play.” Flickering slightly, the screen started playing the second video they had received that day. Same girl, same chair, same room. You looked tired though, more so than before. And your face was redder, eyes watering, bloodshot completely. You stared straight into the camera, sobbing past the duct tape that was over your lips. And then he made his appearance, stepping into frame from the left-hand side. “Hello! I hope you’re paying attention this time, friends. Because the response to the last video has made me quite angry.” His tone was playful, cheerful almost. There was a distinct note of cruelty behind it though, one that was far more threatening when preceded by the giggling and lilting speech pattern. And just underneath it all was your chorus of light weeping. “So, have any thoughts? It would be wonderful if you could share them with me, and the citizens of Gotham. Surely they deserve to know what their city officials are doing about this criminal? No? Or are they not doing anything at all? What a puzzle! Perhaps, it might show you how serious I am if we damage the bargaining goods a little?” You let out a loud wail, choking on your sobs. The Riddler turned to you, gripping the hair on top of your head at the scalp, shaking you a little, forcing you to look into the camera. “OH! You’ve interrupted me! Apologise to the nice policeman, who will be watching with bated breath to hear the end of my sentence!” Between your sobs, you managed a muffled sound that could have been an apology, and he nodded along, letting your hair go. He sighed deeply, exaggeratedly, facing you to shake his head to show his disappointment, before turning back to the camera as he tutted. “Apologies, not much of a good player, is she? I had better expectations for a hostage. Anyway! Maybe we’ll give this a reshoot, or better yet, maybe our next video will contain some more… unsavoury things being caught on camera… to really heighten the tension! Bye!” The officers who had been watching in silence turned to Gordon for their next instructions, looking to him for guidance, reassurance, or just something to take the awful taste form their mouth that the video had left. But they found him, eyes turned down to the table, head in his hands. “And we still have no idea where he is. Or how he’s getting these videos into the precinct. One of our own must be working with him, or something. I have no idea! But we need to find this freak.” “Yes, sir!” The collective cry, a weak attempt at rallying themselves, before they left the room left Gordon with no optimism that this might be resolved before he had to witness something far more cruel and disgusting. He looked up at the screen, the final frame still shining out from it. The Riddler, masked, but it was strangely obvious he was smiling. And you, staring straight into the lens, silently begging, praying, hoping, that someone was coming to rescue you. Anyone. Gordon stood up from his chair and made his way out of the briefing room, ignoring the calls of his name from officers who had questions, who needed some help, some clue about what they should do next. Heading for the roof, he let his fingers hover over the switch for the light they had installed recently. But he let his hand fall. It wasn’t that bad yet. Calling on him would only signal panic. And that’s what the Riddler wanted. They could do this themselves, they could save you. And if they couldn’t, then maybe they deserved to fall with the rest of Gotham.
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The Riddler stood beside you, holding a cup of water in his hand. The glass was filthy, the water looked unsanitary, but you drank it anyway, grateful for this one display of kindness you had been shown since you had woken up in his company.
Beyond him, you looked to the camera, the red blinking light flashing. It was on. The stream wasn’t open, or at least it was silent. But he was recording. And as you wondered what he could possibly be recording for, you felt cold droplets of water splashing on you.
His hand trembled as you sipped, spilling drops of the water down your cheek and onto your lap. With his glove hand, he made a move to dab at it, to rub it in, fingers tensing around your thighs until he looked up, meeting your gaze, his pupils contracting behind the lenses of his clear glasses.
“You’re so pretty. Do you realise how pretty you are?”
He scoffed, incredulous laughter following it, trailing into a feverish little chuckle at a joke only he knew.
“Of course you do! But how much has that helped you in life, do you think? Was it more the good looks, or the money? Which one got you as far as you’ve been? Or was it both, equally?”
Kneeling in front of you, as though he were praying at some altar he had made of you, he rested his head on your thighs, sighing softly.
“I’m not pretty. I’m not ugly, but I’m not pretty. And I definitely don’t have money. I never have. No opportunities for me, and the ones I had were snatched away from me by the cruel, greedy hands of people like your father. And yet, look at this!”
He lifted his head up, looking into your eyes once again, intense stare giving way to what you could only assume was a smile by the way his cheeks rose within the mask, and his eyes glinted.
“We’re both in the same place! In fact, you’re not! We’re not equals in here either, because you are completely at my mercy.”
Removing his gloves first, he reached for your cheek, the cold of his hand striking against your warm and flushed cheeks, red with the heat of fear.
“I’m sorry. I think I’d like to spoil you. Ruin something of your father’s, since he ruined something that didn’t belong to him.”
He let his thumb fall to your lip and you flinched, but he kept at it, stroking it over and over, teasing it down to expose your teeth before tracing down your chin, over your jawline, to your neck. From there, he walked his fingers down the front of your breast bone. When he reached the buttons on your blouse, he began to undo them, slowly, the speed only making it more unbearable, more terrifying.
As more of your skin was exposed to the cool of the room, you held back your tears and your gasps, determined to remain stoic, strong, in the face of the danger that now gently brushing his fingertips over the top of your breasts. You refused to give him a reaction, to give him what you suspected he might want. But you feared that you might have read him wrong, as he continued unbothered.
With a shuddering exhale, he pulled your shirt to the side, your breasts now completely exposed to him. With his finger pointing out, he moved towards your hardened nipple, circling it, before gripping it gently between his finger and thumb, squeezing at it and gasping as your chest hitched up a little. At what he assumed was an invitation for more he allowed himself to cup your breast entirely, his face falling to your chest, nuzzling into you as he kneaded your flesh, thumb flicking over your nipple as he groped at you.
You tried to control the natural responses that swelled inside of you, but you let out a small noise, a mewling sound, almost a whisper. But he heard it.
Leaning back from you, he placed his hands on your knees, letting his palms push up your thigh, shifting the fabric of your skirt up, your underwear on display. Leaning in, he took a deep breath at your sex, settling back down on his heels and bring his hands to your inner thighs, spreading them apart. You tried to force them closed, but he was stronger than you, his movements becoming aggressive at your insubordination. So much so that you decided it was better, easier, less risky, to be a passive victim than play the defiant hero.
“That’s it, a good little doll, make it easy to play with you.”
With his finger out, he let it stroke up the front of your panties, the fabric pressing between and outlining your folds. He reached the top, pressing harder where he assumed your clit was, the sensation of the touch making you squirm. It wasn’t unpleasant, but you hated yourself for even thinking that. Still though, your body’s reactions gave way to the lie you were trying to force up to the surface. And as he stroked his fingers up and down, you could feel your slick collecting, lips swelling and warming under his touch.
“You must like this. Do you like it?”
You didn’t respond, you kept silent, lips pressed tightly closed behind the duct tape as your eyes began to sting with fresh tears that collected and pooled before trickling down.
“Do you like me?”
There was a gut-churning vulnerability behind the question, and you sobbed louder, muffled by the tape.
“Do you like me!?”
You nodded frantically, screaming behind your gag as the sudden shift in tone and volume. Standing up, he moved to your side, holding your chin in one hand while he undid his belt with the other, undoing the button and zip of his pants and letting them fall slightly as he reached under the band of his underwear. Releasing his cock, he let it bob in the air slightly, pulling your face towards it, your eyes pressing shut as you saw it, crying louder, tears fat and warm on your cheeks. He ripped the duct tape from your mouth, the pain sharp and hot.
“Sh, sh, sh. Open your eyes, just do this for me. Please?”
He requested it as though you had a choice. As though his hands weren’t gripping your cheeks tighter and tighter the longer it took for you to obey his command. You opened your eyes, his thumb slipping between your lips and parting them, pressing down on your teeth to lower your jaw. With his other hand, he pumped at his cock, slow, long movements, teasing the foreskin over his flushed and glistening head, holding it firm as he angled it to your open, awaiting mouth. No risks here. You were smarter than that. You would do as you were told and you would do an adequate job.
“Suck it… please, please do that for me?”
You did as he asked, letting your lips close around his mouth as you hollowed your cheeks, the taste of him, of your tears that travelled to your lips, salty and bitter.
“I like this. I’m thankful for your touch. But you know what?”
He grabbed at the back of your head, forcing himself further into your mouth, the sudden sensation of him filling you completely causing you to gage and choke before you relaxed around him.
“You’re disgusting for letting me do this to you. You think you can use sex and money and your good looks to get you what you want?”
The sound of his palm meeting your cheek cracked around the room.
“It’s not that fucking easy.”
His grip was tight, and he jutted his hips forward as he held your head still for him, fucking your face, his head slamming at the back of your throat.
“You don’t get to escape! You don’t get what you want! No one does in this city! No one except for the bad guys!”
He groaned, one final grunt sending his seed down your throat, a small trail of it landing on your tongue as he removed himself, not allowing you a moment to breathe before he covered your mouth with the duct tape again, leaning forward and kissing at your now hidden lips, his own still behind the mask.
“But that’s fine, because according to the police and the press, I am a bad guy. So finally, I get what I want.”
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Your father sat at the table in the briefing room, legs nervously bouncing, sweat on his brow. Truthfully, if he cared to look within himself deeply enough for any semblance of honesty, he would have to admit that the stress was caused by giving away the money. That the nerves were for himself. That the tears he had cried in the police car on the way here were out of fear of his own imprisonment, the consequences of his actions on himself, more than on you. But on the surface, he knew it was wise to maintain the façade of the grieving father. It might play better to the press, to the judges, and to the officers, who watched him from the corners of their eyes as Detective Gordon entered the room. “Apologies, sir, we’ve only just now located the disc.” “About time, I could have your badge for making me wait! That’s my daughter with that maniac! You wouldn’t let me broker an agreement with him, more than happy to let me package up my money for-” “It’s not your money though, is it, sir?” Gordon’s face was still, neutral, as best as he could hold in the face of such a poignant example of the true corruption that lay beyond his reach as Detective. “Don’t get wise, Gordon. It doesn’t suit you. Besides, do you know how far this reaches? I could turn in a couple partners, some guys I know who are in on this… in exchange for maybe a lighter sentence…” “How about we rescue your daughter first, get the locations of her whereabout from this video… then we’ll see what kind of punishment you deserve.” Furious, and barely managing to contain the rage, Gordon nodded to the officer who had loaded the disk into the computer. He pressed play, and the screen lit up. “Hello again, officers! And hopefully, the father of my sweet little victim here! It’s a pleasure to speak with you all again.” The Riddler was ever cheerful, almost giddy. He raised his hands from the bottom of the screen, displaying to all in the room that your hand was clasped firmly in his. “Thank you for the money! It’ll serve well for the rest of my work. It’s tiring, and thankless so far. But it’ll all be worth it.” You were staring into the camera, eyes wide, frantic, your skin pale. “Unfortunately, though… for you more than me, I suppose, you won’t be getting anything in return for it. I’ve grown quite fond of my little captive here, and I think we might be in love!” He let out a squeal, tightening his grip on your hand, the video capturing the tears that fell from your eyes and down your cheeks, over the duct tape that held your mouth shut, quiet. “I’m not going to give her back. You don’t deserve her. But you do deserve what is coming to you. You all do. And I might just have another video for you, but that’s really just to show everyone what a good girl she’s been for me.” The video ended, and Gordon turned to your father who was sitting speechless, furrowing his brow in rage more than worry or sadness. Without speaking another word, Gordon left him in the care of the officers, who placed the handcuffs on him once more and led him to the holding cells. As Detective Gordon made his way to the roof, he could hear your father’s shouts echoing through the building. It was probably time to flick the switch. Call in backup.
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stargazingfangirl18 · 9 months
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okay but wait because it’s us I’m gonna give you some soft choices 🥺
Snuggling on the couch with needy beardy husbands after a long week for you all!! Your favorite take out on the table and them basically koaling to you in their own way: Andy petting your hair and Ari tracing your side and leaving kisses on your palm!
Big softie!Ran whisking you away to a luxury hotel for a reset weekend where you two basically spend all weekend taking extravagant bubble baths where you wash each other and share all the sweets in bed as he softly takes you every which way and makes angry faces whenever he can tell your mind is worrying about something like work so he promises to make it all go away and extend this into more than a long weekend away
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Soft!dark Lloyd basement wifing you. And I mean the basement is decked out and you’re spoiled to hell and back with no responsibilities other than being his good girl. He’s heeping on all the praise and if you’re not orgasming at least once an hour, it’s a tragedy he quickly remedies.
THE CHOICE IS YOURS 😈
-your AA anon
Omg, you are a sweet love with these options! I want all of them 😭 Hoe'kay, after the craptastic week I had at work last week, the Ransom option is calling my name! Plus, I just feel like it's SO SPECIAL to be doted on by this man in particular 🥺 I will never not fall for it hook, line, and sinker 😊
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The effort this man puts into planning an impromptu getaway in barely any time at all, because he sees how stressed and overworked you are and just wants to make it all better for youuuu 🥺
You are straight up treated like a queen. You do not lift one single finger the entire weekend unless it's liiiiike curling your fingers into Ran's soft hair as he gently eats you out, his eyes sparkling playfully from between your thighs as you whine and beg him to make you cum. And like, thank fuck for this man's stamina, because he's gonna use his sexual prowess to help you unwind and quiet that noisy brain of yours. He has you pliant and glossy eyed in no time, cooing at how pretty you are and how far gone for him. The way he gently rolls you over onto your side and curls around you, guiding his cock back into your messy, greedy channel before he's fucking you with slow, deep strokes. Sooo much petting and caressing and kisses all along your jaw and neck. He's rubbing the tension from your shoulders as your pussy flutters with another orgasm, murmuring, "That's it, kitten, let go for me. Feels good, huh? That's what you deserve, pretty girl, to feel fucking amazing." And his aftercare is just ::chef's kiss:: And kinda needs to be because you don't really have any brain cells left in between all of the amazing, thorough fucking. But Ran is just smiling all soft like as he pets your head and helps you to the steaming bathtub, grinning at the way your legs are trembling like you're a sweet little fawn. And the sigh of absolute content you let loose when you sink back against his chest in the hot water!! It makes him very 😊 because Ransom loves knowing that he's so very good at this one thing in particular - taking such good care of you, and we stan 😭
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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years
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Babe, in honour of you finally hitting the weekend (in a few hours) and making her your bitch -
Pick one. Only one.
Ransom
You're his boss - you know better. But goddamn it if Ransom's cockiness just tickles your pretty, manicured pussy. He's always making lewd comments and touching you inappropriately. But the way he ran his palm up your thigh when you asked him to grab something as you looked over book cover mockups. That did it!
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It doesn't matter that he was forced to take a job at his mom's publishing company. It doesn't matter that he was raised with a silver spoon in his mouth - and it doesn't matter that he does absolutely nothing at his desk outside your office all damn day - you fucking want him. Want him to fill your needy damn cunt. It's all you can think about and at this point, screaming at him for his insubordination is nothing but foreplay.
You need to show him who's boss. Need to put your stiletto to his chest and make him kneel - once and for all.
Steve
Mob! Steve knows how hard you've been working to be his good girl. You've kept your mouth shut when his colleagues have been around. Worn the clothes to dinner he's desired of you. And damn if you haven't gone all out in the beautiful lingerie you've chosen to greet him with when he enters the bedroom at night.
He wants to treat you. Knows you deserve it. Luxury trip wherever you want to go. And no matter the place, he will feast off your gorgeous flesh and sweet cunt until your crying pretty tears.
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Anything your heart desires - the next two weeks are all about you. You want him to be kind and attentive Daddy? Perfect. You want his strong hand - absolutely! If you need to be in control and top him - he'll let you direct the whole goddamn show.
But after two weeks, things go back to normal. Not that you really mind, you're well taken care of in all areas. You just need to - shhhh
Lloyd
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Absolutely nothing. Lloyd just wants to fuck. He just came back from a solo job because you had fucking cramps last week and he's pissed he had to go it alone.
There's nothing planned and no finesse - just fucking. Grunts and slaps of flesh fuel both of you on until you climax around him and your squeezing cunt drains him of his seed and his balls are empty.
Ari
It's dinner at Ari's home. You've been seeing each other for a few weeks. He's funny and sweet and fuck he looks good shirtless. You hired his firm to complete an extension on your office, and hit it off immediately.
Fantastic dinners have turned into staying up and talking for hours out on the patio under the stars. You've both tried to hold off, trying to be content with hardcore make-out sessions and teenager-like humping.
When he invites you over for a homecooked meal - you had no idea you were on the platter. See, Ari loves eating pussy. It's not just part of forplay - he fucking loves it! Needs his face and beard painted in your juice and he's willing to work to make that happen.
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His fingers move from your cunt to your ass as he sucks on your clit, humming and grunting like a feral wolf devouring its prey.
You'll get his dick - he promises. You can do whatever you like to him, but he's going to leave you an unconscious mess first.
God, this was so fucking mean, choosing just one was a bitch. You’re so lucky I love you or I would call you a bunch of nasty words.
I’ve gotta go with Ari here. Getting eaten out until I can’t think sounds fucking amazing, especially if it’s by that giant. Just wanna bury my hands in his hair and almost suffocate him with my thighs. Taste myself on his tongue once he finally thrusts into me while I’m still on the table and fucks me so hard all the food ends up on the floor.
My puppy was a close second, though. You know how much I love when he’s an ass.
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ransomdemands · 1 year
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Want to keep a toy kneeling beneath my desk, warming my cock while I ignore them completely. Alternating between enjoying the wet heat of their mouth and rutting into them to make me cum. Just having a little thing devoted to nothing but my pleasure as I work, enjoying their services throughout my day.
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bluenereid · 10 months
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Sunday morning... My mind is simply addicted to Junmyeon so it will always create new images and scenarios. He taught me to fall in love with beautiful voices. And so he is the love of my life. Short suggestive story
The photos aren't mine but the collage is.
❗❗❗Warning: implied smut, mentions of kidnapping. Minors please don't read❗❗❗
You can't stop thinking of your lover Junmyeon. He has been busy lately so you decide to take matters into your own hands in order to enjoy his presence.
The truth is you have been married for over 10 years, but in order to spice up your intimate life you always play roles. You would never be bored of him, you love him more and more every day, however you are terrified that he would be bored. He lives such a fascinating life and is surrounded by the most beautiful women. Can you compete with them? Your friends told you that you should be more self confident, he wouldn't be married to you if he didn't really want you.
You are really caught up in your thoughts when...
Beep. Beep. Tired after many hours of practice, Junmyeon looks at the message he has just received on his mobile. "We have your woman. If you want her back come with ransom money at the following address... "
"What's this? How is it possible? Guys, you will have to continue without me, some emergency showed up"
"Are you ok", Minseok asks concerned, seeing Junmyeon turn white
"I hope so, something is wrong with y/n"
"If you need us just text us. Go, we will wrap this up for today" Baekhyun assures him
Running out he practically teleports to the indicated address. The door opens easily. Silence. He goes to each room and there is nobody. Then he finds you, naked, tied up to a chair and gagged, unconscious. He finds notes with further instructions.
"Y/n wake up" he takes the gag off and you come back to your senses.
"Junmyeon, you are here baby"
"Wait, I will untie you. What happened, did you see who it was?"
"No, I was surprised and then I woke up here, naked, tied and gagged"
"Are you injured?"
"No, I am fine now, please I need you to make love to me here and now"
"Naughty bunny, how can you think of this. Or wait, is this one of your games?"
"No, of course not. I wouldn't go that far. I mean I don't think so"
"What do you mean?"
"I was talking with my besties about our games when we were at the café and maybe we got overheard. What if some people who are into bigger games heard me? But really idk. Anyway, the whole stress I went through has to be erased. Only you can help me, with your kisses, cuddles and your big boy"
"I was really scared, little bunny, I came even with ransom money. Are you serious, let's go home now."
"Junmyeon please, we can do that after. Please, I need you so bad" you whimper making him hard at once, seeing you needy and naked and tied up. It wasn't his thing, but since you begged so much...
"Wait till I take care of you, you are insatiable, my little addicted bunny. Daddy is here"
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evansbby · 2 years
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Bestie, imagine with me 😌😌
Ransom’s a bit far down my list of fave cevans characters, but I like thinking about him feeling feels for his girl.
We know he’s a brat with a capital b, a fuckboy, a douchebag. Defo the type in his high school and college days and heck even his twenties to hit it fast and shallow, come, then dip out, roll over and tell you to get dressed and close the door behind you on your way out. In his thirties he defo matured sexually, wanting to be a daddy, even though he doesn’t really deserve the title, he tells his hook ups to call him that because well he’s a brat and always gets what he wants. He was fine getting off and not making his girl come, but somewhere as he aged into his thirties him getting off wasn’t enough for him - he wanted to have his women coming undone underneath him, whimpering, limp, begging him to not stop, and become addicted to him. Like he defo gets off on hearing how whiney and needy and cock drunk he makes them.
And he never really got much love and affection from his parents 🥺 Seeing some of his frat bros and how close they are to their parents and how much their parents doted on them, that just made him even more bitter and pushed him to take his hurt out on his hook ups, like a “I got no love and affection, no one cares about me, so I don’t give a fuck about you” kinda thing.
Imagine meeting him and idk how but you start dating and he actually develops feelings for you 🥰 With every other woman he’s had it’s always been a sex kinda thing, he just wanted their bodies for a couple hours a night and he was done with them. But with you, idk how but let’s imagine he really feels the warm fuzzy feels for you and it’s not just sex to him, he takes you out on dates and would do anything to see you smile and happy 😌 His first time being monogamous with a woman and his first time where it’s actually lasted months instead of a night. He doesn’t really show you how much he adores you and maintains a demeanour where he makes it seem like he doesn’t really care, because it’s Ransom of course he’d hate it if anyone knew he actually had a heart.
So he really feels deeply for you, and just imagine how heartbroken he’d be when he hears your soft moans and voice screaming out Ari’s, his father, name when he walks past his dad’s bedroom door 😔 He’d hate all the moans and all your cries of “Ari daddy so good, the best dick I’ve ever had, don’t stop, please don’t stop daddy I need your cock, can’t live without your cock” and all Ari’s groans of “such a sweet tight little pussy my little girl, I can tell no other man has ever given it you this good, yeah you’re so addicted to my cock, so tiny under me, you’re gonna look so cute and pretty round with my babies” (it’s Ari, OF COURSE in any imagine he’s gonna dirty talk about how he’s gonna knock you up!!)
Ransom would be so heartbroken but also so angry, so the next time he sees you it’s when you’re limping out of his dad’s bedroom the next morning, Ransom would punish you by fucking you ruthlessly against the wall 😵‍💫 He knows you’re still fucking his dad, but he can’t let you go because he still has the feels for you so he settles for punishment fucks the mornings after you spend your nights with Ari, his dad (just wanted to mention boyfriend’s dad Ari once again mwahahaha)
oh my gosh not me smiling thinking this is a cute romantic story about Ransom and reader where Ransom’s cold heart thaws and you live happily ever after with him bUT THEN YOU ADDED ARI INTO THE MIX???
like i’m sorry but the moment Ari’s name is mentioned it’s like Ransom whom??? and Ransom punishing you after Ari’s fucked you all night would be like… nothing bc Ari has a bigger dick and fucks better 😌😌😌 so I’m sorry but you don’t want Ransom anymore so you dump him to be his stepmother instead the end
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royalsweetteaa · 1 year
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Title: Addicted to your voice
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader
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18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
WARNING - the following fic contains: Explicit smut, phone sex/sexting, dirty talk, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic, horny!Ransom.
Summary: Ransom is horny and seeks reader for relief virtually.
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Ransom’s POV
Working as an intern for my grandfather, - Harlan and my uncle, - Walt was more time consuming than I had expected when first signing up for it.
As it turned out, it didn’t only require showing up at the office to attend meetings and having discussions over what direction we should go with the stories.
— No, apparently we had to leave out of state sometimes to attend conferences and meet with book publisher companies to sign contracts and whatnot.
Most of those abroad business trips didn’t last more than one and a half day absence from home, but the trip I was attending this time around was in connection with a book publishing conference combined with a book signing in New York City. It would last 5 days, and already on the 1st day it was hard keeping the enthusiasm.
Thankfully my girlfriend would keep me entertained through our virtual communication.
I texted her whenever I had free, asking her how she was, - sort of hoping she would reply with an emergency so I had a valid reason to return home to her, but of course nothing was more important to me than her wellbeing.
As I was making myself comfortable in my hotel room, free from Walt and Harlan’s nagging for the evening, my mind couldn’t help but wander off while laying in the empty bed, making little efforts of reading my book which I was currently holding.
I hadn’t been away from Y/N for this long since we became official, and it had only been 3 days now. I had 2 more days to go until I would finally return home, - yet it felt like an eternity. It made me realize how easily bored and needy I could get without my girlfriend, and I itched for her touch more than I had anticipated I would when I first left.
My longing for her sweet affectionate touches eventually led me to have sinful thoughts, - the ones that made me crave her body insanely, the feel of her skin, her taste on my tongue, - her everything.
I cursed as my pants grew tighter around the crotch area. I put the book down and drew my hair back with my fingertips in frustration.
The thought of masturbating as a solution to my current problem icked me. It never feels the same without her, - always leaving me disappointed as I’m reminded of how her hands, her mouth and her cunt, - even her feet feels a million times better against my cock than my own hand. But then again, it wasn’t pleasant to ignore my raging boner.
I was in need of a release, but how was I supposed to feel satisfied without her?
I looked over at the nightstand where I had put my book down, and it was then when I eyed my phone beside it.
An excellent idea came to mind, and I smiled to myself devilishly as I reached for my phone.
I began to type as soon as I typed in the password, my conversation with Y/N 2 hours prior still open as I hadn’t bothered to close the message app.
Ransom Drysdale (Me)
Hey kitten…
Miss you…
Like a lot…
What I’m trying to say is I’m so fucking hard for you right now.
I was relieved to see she had seen the messages right as I had sent them. This called for some fun.
The three dots quickly appeared on the bottom side of her texts.
♥️ Y/N L/N ♥️
Well that escalated quickly. But for the record, I miss you too, Ran. 🥺
Want me to do anything to help with your situation, baby? I could lend you a hand…figuratively anyway.
I chuckled, but it turned strained as I squeezed my dick through my pants to give temporary relief before I began to type my reply.
Ransom Drysdale (Me)
You can help me by sending a pic of your tits first.
Can you be a good girl for me and show them?
I could practically hear her cute snort. Sexting was never her style, but she was in the process of converting because of me.
She replied shortly,
♥️ Y/N L/N ♥️
Yes daddy.
An image was attached moments later of her pair round and soft breasts with her shirt dragged up. Her nipples were almost perky, with her chin and bottom lip being bitten viewable in the picture.
I groaned audibly from the image as I added pressure on my clothed cock, having little resistance to keep my cock within the restraints of my pants any longer. As I unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down, a wet patch had already formed on my boxers where my cock stood tall.
Ransom Drysdale (Me)
Good girl…
Mmm I’m already leaking for you, kitten. Wish I could bury my cock inside your tight cunt and have you full of me. See me bulge in your cute tummy as I fuck you hard.
Miss feeling you throb as I rub your clit. You’re my sweet, sensitive little thing, aren’t ya?
♥️ Y/N L/N ♥️
Ran, you’re going to have me touch myself if you keep this up…
Good, was all I could think, and I pulled my hard cock out and began to stroke myself.
Ransom Drysdale (Me)
Yeah? My kitten’s feeling all tingly because of my dirty talk? Touch yourself then, sweetheart. This doesn’t have to be one-sided…
I clicked on the camera icon to snap a shot of my dick, just to further tease her, but then an even better idea popped in my mind. Instead, I went on video mode, and started to film myself stroking my dick as I moaned and grunted her name. As soon as the video reached 30 seconds, I sent it to her, knowing this would really set the mood for both of us.
She began to type immediately as another 30 seconds passed.
♥️ Y/N L/N ♥️
Ran, you’re so mean…
I’m so wet right now…want daddy’s cock so bad. Want you to hold me down and use my pussy to cum.
Ransom Drysdale
Naughty little cumslut…
You want my load that bad huh? So needy, just like how I’m so needy for you. Show me how wet you are for daddy. I want to see your pretty cunt flow with that sweet love juice.
Only less than a minute later and I was provided with the most delicious view. The image of her cunt, soaked with her cream as she used two fingers to spread her pussy lips for me to see her quivering hole was enough to make me loose my breath. I tightened my jaw as I focused on not cumming just yet, - not wanting to cum without her. I didn’t stop fisting my cock though, afraid I’d loose chasing my high if I did, - but at this point I knew that would be impossible.
Another message followed after the image.
♥️ Y/N L/N ♥️
Wanna cum so bad, daddy. Please make me cum.
I decided then and there that I wanted to give her a call as we were working ourselves to our climax. I tapped her contact and waited for her to answer.
“Kitten?”
“Mmh, yeah?” She replied dazedly.
I turned on the speaker and put my phone down beside me to have my other hand available, using it to touch my chest beneath my sweater. “You want daddy to help you cum too?”
“Uh-huh…wanna cum with you. Ahh, I miss you…”
“Yeah? How much do you miss me?”
“Miss daddy so, - so much…” she nearly cried out through the speaker. “Couldn’t orgasm when I touched myself yesterday. I a-always need you to cum. I can’t wait till you get home..”
“Mhm, me neither baby. I’m gonna..— fuck! I’m gonna fill you up till’ you’re fucking bloating. You better be ready when I enter that fucking door, darling. I won’t let you do fuck else once I get home.” I swore, and began stroking my shaft faster, on the verge of releasing my loaded spend. My grunts were becoming louder and more frequent as I tried to keep my composure, - ultimately failing.
“Yess! Ah, don’t wanna do anything else other than have you inside of me, daddy!” She blurted, her voice trembling as I could hear the sound of wet flesh being rubbed in the background, - the same sound I’d hear whenever my cock would thrust in and out of her plump pussy. Fuck me…
“That’s it baby, use those fingers of yours…want you to cum and make a mess. Make yourself cum for me, kitten. — Shit, - m’gonna cum real soon too…” I murmured, my eyes barely open as it became too much. - my cock was growing sensitive.
“Daddy, I’m ‘bout to, - I’m gonna cum! Nghahhh!~”
Her howl announcing her orgasm was enough to make me reach my peak, and I thrusted my cock up my hand for a finale time.
“Aghh, fuck!” I moaned through my raspy voice, releasing my spend and painting my sweater with white streams.
“Shit…” I heard her mumble through the speaker, and I snickered in response.
“Felt that good, hm? For a moment I was able to imagine it was you with the help of your voice,…you have such an addicting voice, kitten.” I purred as I held up my phone again after drying my cum off my already dirtied sweater.
“The feeling’s mutual, Ran.” She replied through a giggle. “I really can’t wait to have you home again.”
“Me too…” I said, and exhaled a final time as I felt all my frustration had worn out. I felt satisfied, - only temporarily but it was still something. “You sleep well tonight, okay sweetheart?”
“I most definitely will now,” she spoke in a teasing tone. “…sweet dreams, Rannie.” She said her farewell, this time adoringly.
My face grew red and I held back a wide grin, meekly replying ‘sweet dreams, darling’ before we hung up. I put my phone down and sighed as I stared up at the ceiling.
God, was I whipped for this woman who could make my heart flutter by saying the simplest things.
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N/A: I made a GIF from that scene where Ransom writes the anonymous email to Marta, and I took the opportunity to write based on it. ;) I mean look at him, he looks kinda…😳
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Slow Hands
Pairings | Ransom Drysdale x f!reader
Warnings | MINORS DNI, finger licking/sucking, chocking, major hand kink, Ransom being a cocky bastard, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking mean Ransom
Word count | 526
Summary | you can't get enough of Ransom's hands
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My god, how you even got here - well, you knew exactly how you got here.
It all started when your damn cocky boyfriend (if you could even call him that) caught onto your raging hand kink.
Oh, the fun he had with it.
On this particular day, Ransom had taken the Liberty to treat himself with some cookies, the crumbs breaking off and sticking to his wet fingers as he popped them into his mouth - nearly devouring the whole packet.
How he ate so much and maintained the physique he had, you hadn't a clue.
Once he'd caught you staring, the bastard as smirked - all smug and stuck up - before lowering the packet and simultaneously lifting his fingers to his lips. He licked them clean one-by-one, painstakingly slow until your eyes nearly bugged out of your head and your panties were throughly soaked.
Fuck.
"Take a picture, sweet cheeks. It'll last longer." Fuck him. Fuck him and his big, veiny hands. Fuck him and his cocky smirk.
You could feel the heat in your cheeks at his cheesy line.
"C'mere, sweetheart." Ransom cooed, placing the biscuits down. You shyly made your way over to him, head bowed. "Good girl." He purred as you knelt before him, eyes in your lap and you fiddled with your hands.
A sudden gasp - needy and breathless - was stolen from you as his hand circled around your throat, cutting off your air supply.
"Haven't I told you that staring is rude, bunny?" Ransom tutted, loosening his grip so you could choke out and answer.
"Yes, but-"
"No buts, baby. You know the rules. If you want something, fucking ask for it." Ransom chided, tone so condescending and mean.
"I'm sorry." You hiccuped, a stray tear sliding down your cheek. Ransom smiled, tilting your face up to him with his fingers as he traced your lips.
"Open." You obeyed and watched as he gathered the saliva at his lips before spitting into your mouth. He let you keep it on your tongue, waiting a few moments before telling you to swallow.
And now, over half and hour later, his hand was still wrapped around your throat. Veins prominent as he seated his cock deep in your mouth, his hand stayed secure.
You were on your back, head hanging over the edge of the bed as he fucked into your throat slowly, roughly, feeling himself slide in and out with every thrust under his own hand.
"Fuck, bunny, so tight. So good." You hummed at the praise, pleasure thrumming straight through Ransom as he stuttered to a stop.
You swallowed all he gave you as he stilled, tick ropes of sticky come coating your throat as he came.
You heaved for breath, slowly sitting up. Your fingers ghosted over your throat - where you knew the bruises would for tomorrow.
"Hurry up, sweetheart. I want you in front of the mirror next."
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stardustedangel · 3 years
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Red Light
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pairing || ransom drysdale x fem!reader
word count || 2.4k
summary || you and ransom have some fun in his car after you had been begging for some special attention
warnings || 18+ ; minors DNI ; teasing, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), finger sucking, car sex, semi-publix sex, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, hair pulling, slight degradation
author’s note || first fic in over two months so i’m nervous but hope everyone likes it <333 YOU DO NOT HAVE ANY PERMISSION TO RE-PUBLISH, TRANSLATE, OR TAKE ANY OF MY WORK.
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There you were, sitting in the passenger seat while your hands were fidgeting with the hem of your slip dress in a sad attempt to keep your hands off of the man driving. You glanced over at Ransom and clenched your thighs at the sight beside you.
Nostrils flared. Eyebrows furrowed. Bottom lip pulled between his teeth and two fingers were placed against his temple in an attempt to rub out his growing irritation. God, it was a sight to see. You tried to keep the small smile threatening to show as pride bubbled in your chest knowing that you were able to work up a reaction like this from him.
You knew you should’ve been embarrassed with what had happened in the last thirty minutes. Ransom and you had been at a bar drinking with some of his friends when you all but begged him to leave. He’d refused the first few times you had asked, throwing you an eye roll and telling you that you’d both leave with the next hour, but when your hand palmed at his subtle bulge under the table he dragged you to the car, but not without throwing his friends a half-hearted apology.
You’d been thinking of something to say. Maybe asking him where he was going as if you didn’t know. Just something to break the tension in the car—something that would hopefully end in him taking you over the hood of his car. It only took a few more seconds of rubbing your thighs together and mouth opening and closing time after time trying to force words out before a whimper tumbled its way out of your mouth. Your head fell against the headrest in embarrassment, but your thighs didn’t stop their movements.
Ransom’s eyes left the road for a split second to take in your hazy appearance, either from the alcohol or from how needy you were, and eyes shifting lower to see the way your dress was slowly slipping up each time your thighs shifted together.
Ransom’s eyes returned to the road as he let out a deep sigh. “What are you doing?” Thank god he said something.
You let out a frustrated whine, confused as to why Ransom was taking his sweet time on the road instead of fucking you the minute you two got into the car. You were even more annoyed that he wasn’t showing you attention while driving—no hands on you and only one gaze your way since he’s been driving.
“Waiting for you to do something,” you whined while your body slightly thrashed in the seat.
Ransom couldn’t stop the amused quirk of his eyebrow, “Oh?” Ransom halted the car when he saw the light flick to red and looked over at you lazily. “What exactly should I do, baby?”
“Fuck me,” you said bluntly with a whine trailing off at the end of your words.
You slid your left hand across the center console and set your hand on Ransom’s upper thigh. You squeezed lightly before trailing your hand to rest on his bulge, squeezing again all while making eye contact with Ransom. He twisted his face in mock sympathy, leaning over the console sweetly holding your hand that was placed over him. You were quick to lean into him, thinking he was going to finally give you what you want before he tossed your hand back into your own lap and started driving again when the light turned green.
You groaned and sunk further into your seat, crossing your arms over your chest. “Fucking tease.”
Ransom chuckled and rolled his eyes at your words. “That’s rich coming from you, baby.”
Truth be told, Ransom would have no problem fucking you in his car—maybe ever pulling over and bending you over the hood while he gave to you as good and hard as you always liked it, but where would the fun be in that? He loved watching the way you got yourself worked up all night, trying desperately to drag Ransom away from his friends so he’d touch you or give you anything. And he loved seeing you squirm in the seat of his car, practically dripping onto the seat. Ransom was willing and looking forward to seeing how far you’d take things.
“I can’t wait till we get home. Can we do something now, please? I just,” you cut yourself off when you let out a desperate sigh, “I can’t wait, Ransom.”
Though his eyes were still focused on the road you pouted up towards him. Putting on your most innocent, pleading expression you could and leaning in towards him. His eyes left the road to connect with your bright ones, feeling a small part inside of him twinge in pity. A bigger part of him felt pride, amusement, and all and all—need.
Ransom saw the way you were eyeing his bulge and his mouth quirked up in a smirk as he relaxed further into his seat. “You have until we get home, kitten. Better make it quick.”
You squealed in excitement. Hands sliding over the center console and working on the button and zipper of Ransom’s pants, hand reaching beneath his underwear to pull his cock out. You didn’t know how long you’d have till the two of you would be home, but you figured choking on his cock was a good way to pass the time.
Your right hand worked over the bright red tip, smearing his precum around. Your hand left his cock for a split second to spit into it before returning and working your hand up and down. Ransom let out a low groan, grip tightening around the wheel as your own tightened around him.
You barely paid attention to the reactions that you were getting out of Ransom, instead choosing to focus on the movements on your hand. With each pull upward your thumb rubbed over his tip. After a couple of minutes, you leaned your head down to lick his tip, then dragged your tongue down to lick the underside of his cock. Ransom let out a shaky breath, hand coming to rest on your head and thread through your hair, not pulling or tugging, just simply resting there.
You finally took him down your throat, mouth wide and eyes closed as you reveled in the feeling of some of your needs being satiated. You always loved taking Ransom down your throat; having him use you any way he liked. Your left hand grasped onto his thigh while your right continued to work over the parts of him that you couldn’t take down your throat.
“Oh, fuck,” Ransom quietly let out, but you still heard it. You moaned in response and Ransom’s hips quickly thrust up, eliciting a gag from you. You kept your mouth on him, but only quickened your pace.
“Fuck, baby. Your mouth is so warm. Fuck- feels so good.”
Your mouth came down harder and quicker, taking him down your throat even further, taking pleasure in every sound that Ransom made. Ransom shuddered above and had to make a conscious effort to slow down the car. He hadn’t noticed how hard his foot was pressed down on the gas pedal until he was forced to slow to a red light. He was grateful that it was only him and a couple of other cars on the road.
Ransom’s grip then tightened in your hair, pulling you up and down faster as he continued fucking your mouth. He was chasing his high and all you could do was wait for him to come down your throat. As he chased his high, your hand moved back towards yourself and under your dress, rubbing your clit through your lace panties before shoving two fingers into your pussy. Ransom took notice of this and his hand left your hair, yet his thrusts never ceased. He spanked your ass that was arched high in the air as you played with yourself, making you moan and jolt forward.
“Playing with yourself while taking me down your throat? You’re such a dirty girl, fuck. Such a dirty girl letting me fuck this warm mouth right here.” Ransom’s words spurred you on, making your cunt clench. He spanked your ass again, noticing you getting closer to your high.
“Fuck, kitten. That’s right. Come all over those pretty, little fingers. Be my good girl.” You moaned against his cock and your hips started to rock over your own fingers.
It only took a few more rolls of your hips for you to come, whimpering and loaning on Ransom’s cock while he palmed at your ass. Ransom pulled you off him with a pop. “Ransom,” you whined up at him needily. Eyes glassy and lips red and swollen. He took a firm grip on your jaw, pulling your mouth onto his, tongues moving over one another’s before pulling away.
Ransom’s previous plans of driving home had been long abandoned. He quickly put the car in park, not caring that he had just stopped fully at the light—not like there were any cars around anyways. Ransom looked at you with a smirk on his face. “Change of plans,” he grabbed your waist and swung you into his lap, “I’m gonna give you exactly what you want right now.”
You moaned and started to rut against Ransom’s cock the moment you were settled in his lap. His head teased your folds as he pulled your panties to the side and used his right hand to move the car seat back. When the seat jerked you gasped and pulled at the collar of Ransom’s shirt eagerly. “Fuck me, please, Ransom. Need it so bad.”
“Don’t worry, kitten,” Ransom lined himself up at your entrance and placed his hands on your hips before looking at you with a mockingly sweet look in his eyes, “I got you.”
Ransom then thrust up into you the same moment he pushed you down onto him. You cursed loudly at the feeling of being stretched out so deliciously. The feeling you had been waiting for all night was finally here and your body moved quicker than your mind did as you started to ride Ransom.
Your hands settled on Ransom’s shoulders while his fell to your hips fastening your pace. His nails were biting into your skin leaving crescent-shaped marks that you were sure you were going to see the next day. His head tipped back and his mouth fell open at how warm and tight you felt around him.
“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me. Can’t wait to come in this tight, little cunt, baby.”
You sobbed and threw your head back when the head of his cock hit the special place inside of you that had you squirming. You could already feel your next orgasm building from your last and started to pull at the collar of Ransom’s shirt desperately. You looked at him with dark, lust-blown eyes and whimpered. “Ransom,” you gasped and swallowed in an attempt to get the words out, “kiss me.”
Ransom was quick to wrap his hand around your neck and pull you into him. Your lips slid together as his tongue slipped into your mouth and played with yours. His hand on your neck tightened and as the kiss continued you were slowly becoming light-headed. Everything felt like too much yet not enough at the same time. Each time you wanted to pull away from the pleasure you were only further encouraged by yourself to dive in deeper.
Ransom's tongue licked over your bottom lip as he pulled away and used his grip on your throat to bounce you harder onto him as his hips thrust in time to meet your movements. His hand previously on your hip went to play with your neglected, throbbing clit and that sent your upper body curling into Ransom.
“Ransom! F-fuck, I’m gonna come.” Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling at the strands as he groaned at your touch, and your face rested in the crook of his neck. Your mouth latched onto his neck, sucking and nipping marks that you hoped would last for days.
“Come for me, kitten. I’m right behind you.”
You quickly came undone around Ransom, clenching around his and hands tightening onto the tufts of hair between your fingers. Your hips rolled against his wanting to ride out your orgasm as long as you could. Ransom helped you along as his fingers circled and played with your clit as you came. Seconds later both of Ransom’s hands returned to your waist to bring you down onto him one last time as he crashed into his own climax. He mumbled your name over and over as he rode out his own high.
The two of you finished riding your highs out and your bodies were sat close together, exhausted and sweaty. When you had enough energy to move you sat up and threw Ransom a tired, but bright grin. He returned a smug grin of his own, hand coming to guide your face to his to place lazy kisses onto your lips. They weren’t as heated and desperate as before, but the passion was still there as the two of you lazily kissed.
Ransom separated from you and moved your body upwards slightly to pull himself out of you. He cockily admired the way his cum dripped out of you and used his fingers to push it back into you. He adjusted your panties back over yourself and tapped your thigh teasingly as he finished. Ransom pressed a kiss onto your collarbone and carefully maneuvered you back into your seat. “Let’s get you home. Alright, baby?”
You hummed and slumped back into your seat with a dopey grin on your face, your body feeling fully relaxed and your mind completely fucked out. “Yes, sir,” you said in a teasing manner.
“Oh, one more thing,” you said quietly and shuffled in your seat slightly as you beckoned Ransom to lean over the center console towards you. He did and let out a low 'yes, baby?’ as he did. You lined your lips up to his ear and giggled to yourself.
“The light’s green,” you whispered with a cheeky smile. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before settling back fully into your seat and bringing the seatbelt over your body, eyes closing in content. Ransom could only shake his head at you with a stupid, grin on his face as a breathy comment of ‘brat’ left his lips before he was buckling up himself and putting the car in drive, ready to leave the light that the two of you had been sitting at.
You giggled at his next teasing words and bit your lip in excitement. “Don’t get too tired, baby. You’re gonna wanna be up and ready for round two.”
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abbatoirablaze · 9 months
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Princess & Bunny, Chapter 5
Word Count:  1.7k
Warnings:  angst, mentions of unprotected sex, mention of minor character death, manipulation, jealousy. 
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“Hey…how are you feeling?” Princess only whimpered in response from her spot in the lush bed.  Bunny gave her a sympathetic look and reached for the medication, quickly uncapping the pain relief, “the doctor said only one every four hours…”
“Bunny, I-“
“No arguments,” she said firmly, “I’m not going to bend the rules for you because you’re my sister.”
“Fine,” she huffed sadly.  She reached above the covers and held out her hand, waiting for the oblong white pill to be deposited into it.  When Bunny didn’t automatically put it into her hand, Princess sat up, “What?”
“We have to talk about it…”
“I don’t want to, Bunny…” she whimpered, becoming upset that her twin wanted to discuss the matter at hand, “I just want to lay in this fluffy, cloud-like bed and-“
“Princess…”
Her sister’s jaw tightened, “What?”
“The last time I gave you a pill a few hours ago, y-“
“I know what I did…” Bunny sighed, and her sister looked away from her, “I-I didn’t mean to hurt you…”
Bunny looked at her arm, which was now bandaged up, “you blamed me for Hughi-“
“Don’t call him that…”
“We have to talk about this before I help you out anymore, Princess,” Bunny said with finality, “and yes…all of it.”
“Then you can leave,” she growled, shooting her sister a glare, “if all you’re going to do is try to talk about it, then I don’t need you.”
Bunny frowned, “y-you don’t mean that, Cece…”
“Yes I do,” she spat, “I know what you’re going to say, and I don’t care.  I don’t want to argue it, or talk about it, or-“
“I told Ransom the truth!” Bunny said quickly, cutting her sister off, “so if you think that this whole little event is going to keep him in love with you, despite you agreeing to remove his mark then-“
Princess snapped up from her spot on the bed, “YOU TOLD HIM!  BUNNY, HOW COULD YOU?”
“He needed to know, Princess!”
“Ransom didn’t need to know anything!”
“HE SURE AS SHIT DESERVED TO KNOW THAT THE TWO OF YOU RUINED MY LIFE FIRST!” Bunny screamed tired of living her sister's lie, “I CAN’T EVEN BE A MOTHER TO MY SON, BECAUSE YOU WOULDN’T LET ME!  BECAUSE YOU WERE JEALOUS THAT HUGHIE LOVED ME FIRST!”
“HE NEVER LOVED YOU!” Princess screamed at her sister through a tear lined face, “YOU WERE JUST THE FIRST OMEGA WILLING TO SPREAD YOUR LEGS AND TAKE HIS SPINE!”
“NO…I WAS JUST THE OMEGA THAT WAS STUPID ENOUGH TO THINK HE WOULD SEE THROUGH YOUR DEMANDING BULLSHIT!”
Ransom’s senses felt like they were on fire.  His eyes closed and the scent of sweet whiskey and roses flooded his senses.  His panther was ready to push through the surface as his human side was too inebriated to process what was going on. 
‘Mate!’ the panther growled, pushing the stumbling teen forward.  The scent got stronger with every step, and Ransom felt his arousal growing. 
But he stopped on a dime when he saw the needy omega trying to sate her urges on the panther toy.  Her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and her eyes were closed.  She was biting down on her bottom lip so hard Ransom was surprised that she hadn’t drawn blood. 
In her grip was one of his sweaters. 
She was inhaling his scent as she tried to work her way through a breakthrough heat. 
A growl tore it’s way through his throat, “omega.”
Her eyes snapped open and she went from a needy panther trying to satisfy  her urges to a doe in the headlights.  Ransom could smell how ripe her scent was; a flower waiting to be picked by him, “H-Hughie…I-“
He sucked in his cheeks as he slammed the door behind him, being sure that it was locked this time around, “Mate…”
She whimpered, and Ransom growled once more as he smelled the fresh wave of slick that coated her thighs, “a-alpha…I-“
“Need you!” he growled, finishing her words as he stalked towards her, ripping off his shirt and dress pants in the process, “need you, omega…”
“YOU STOLE HIM FROM ME!” Princess accused, “he was supposed to be mine.  He was supposed to be-“
“HE WAS MY MATE, BUT HE WAS YOUR OBSESSION!” Bunny screamed, tears sliding down her cheeks as she finally said what she always wanted to at her twin, “HUGHIE WAS MY MATE, CECE AND YOU FORCED ME AWAY FROM HIM!”
Linda’s jaw tensed as she looked between the twins, and finally to the test that sat on the counter, “well this simply will not do…”
“Linda, I-“
Bunny had begun, but she was instantly shushed by her step-mother, “you don’t need to cover for your sister.”
“Wh-what?”
She scoffed, “I should have known…ever since the two of you actively presented and had your first heats when you were twelve…you threw yourself at my son…but I never thought you’d be such a little slut that you would make him spine you, Princess.”
Bunny froze, her gaze snapping to that of her twin sister, “What?”
“Your sister came up to me this afternoon….not twenty minutes ago, handing me this test, and announcing that she was going to be giving me a grand-kit,” Linda hissed, shooting Princess a glare, “she said that when your father and I went on our trip, she and Ransom got drunk during your heats…and that he snuck into her room…and…then this…”
“Princess!” Bunny scoffed, shocked at how her sister had stolen her test and brought it to Linda, acting as though she was the one that it had happened to.
“We simply cannot have this,” Linda said with a  shake of her head, “god…your father will lose his mind when he gets home later tonight.  How could you do this to our family, Princess?”
“I-“
“Why couldn’t you be like your twin, hmmm?” she mused, shooting Bunny a more compassionate and tender look.  Bunny felt a pang in her stomach as her gaze went cold and became directed back at Princess, “she sticks to the rules.  She takes her scent and heat blockers…and she doesn’t seduce my son, like some little harlot!  Why couldn’t you be more like Bunny, Princess?  Were you trying to ruin our family name?”
“L-Linda-“ Bunny attempted to call for her, every intention of setting her straight in her mind.
“I’m going to talk with your father about sending you away!” she said with a shake of her head, “I-we can’t risk you-“
“Risk what?” Princess growled as she cradled her non-existent stomach, “risk bearing a bastard grand-kit?”
“YOU RUINED OUR FAMILY!” Princess screamed at her sister, “HE WAS MEANT TO BE MINE.  KINGSTON WAS MEANT TO BE MINE!  YOU-“
“YOU MADE DADDY DIE!” Bunny cried, “YOU TOLD HIM EVERY DIRTY LITTLE THOUGHT IN YOUR HEAD.  YOU LIED ABOUT ALL OF IT AND STRESSED HIM UNTIL HIS HEART GAVE OUT!”
“YOU’RE THE ONE THAT KILLED HIM!” she spat, “YOU COULDN’T JUST GO WITH IT, AND YOU HAD TO TELL THEM THE TRUTH.  THAT’S WHAT REALLY KILLED HIM!”
“It’s for the best…”
Bunny sobbed against her handkerchief, listening to how Linda explained that she was going to send both of them to a boarding school across the country. 
Just a few days ago, she’d thought about coming clean and explaining that she was the one that was pregnant, not her sister, but Princess had talked her out of it, saying that their father wouldn’t be able to handle it. 
But she didn’t want to believe it. 
She didn’t want to think that they would be as upset about it as they were. 
So, she had admitted that Princess was lying.  That Ransom had come to her room after her heat blocker failed, and he found her in the middle of trying to sate her most primal of urges. 
Her father and Linda couldn’t believe it.  Her father suffered a heart attack when he heard the news.
Bunny was the golden goose.  The one who always listened.  The one that always maintained her distance and played good little omega. 
“I-I’m sorry!”
“Sorry won’t bring your father back,” Linda said coldly as she didn’t bother looking at either twin, “as far as the rest of the world knows, it’s Princess that is pregnant…you two are going to go with that…”
“I-“
But Bunny closed her mouth when Linda shot her an icy look. 
“Princess, pretend to be Bunny…Bunny, pretend to be Princess…as far as the rest of the world is concerned, it’s her that’s giving me a grand kit,” Linda repeated, “have I made myself clear?”
“C-crystal…” Bunny replied, her head instantly bowing so that she didn’t have to look Linda in the eye. 
“And neither of you are to ever tell Ransom the truth…understand?”
“Understood!” Princess replied with a nod.
“You ruined everything,” Princess muttered, all cried out from earlier, “Linda will never forgive you for telling him….she-“
“I’m going to visit grandpa Harlan…” she said simply, “and I’m going to take my son…”
“Harlan won’t let you take Kingston…”
“Grandpa knows…”she said slowly, “h-he always knew…he made me take a test when we got home…DNA proof that I’m Kingston’s real mother…”
“Y-you wouldn’t take him,” she said quickly, trying to discredit what her sister was saying, “y-you wouldn’t do that.  Not now…not after everything we went through at boarding school.  Not-“
“He’s starting to reach out more…starting to really start talking,” Bunny pointed out, “he knows my scent more than yours, despite the fact that we wear blockers and artificial scents….I’m done lying…”
“You didn’t tell Ransom,” she accused after a moment, “not really…because if you did he would have messaged us…”
“How do you know that he didn’t?”
“Where’s my phone?”
“His place…”
“You didn’t tell him,” she repeated, “there’s no way you’d ever tell him…”
“You don’t think so?” Bunny taunted, crossing her arms, “guess you’ll find out when you go back…”
A chill ran down Princess’ spine, “y-you can’t really leave me…”
“You told me to,” Bunny reminded her sister with a shrug, “and for once…I think I’m going to follow the advice and not hate myself for it.  The room is paid for up until the rest of the week.  Do yourself a favor and take advantage of it…because by the time you have the energy to get up, I’ll be gone…and I'm not coming back for you, Cece.”
Chapter 6
Tag List:  @lohnes16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown
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twittytelly · 3 years
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What I Read in 2021 - August
Masterlist
PLEASE REMEMBER TO READ THE INDIVIDUAL WARNINGS FOR EACH FIC!
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What I reblogged:
Sunday Morning by @time-for-a-lullaby
I’m with you til the end of the line by @theycallmebecca
Dreams Do Come True by @saiyanprincessswanie
Drabble: On Your Left by @theycallmebecca
Fix by @mypoisonedvine​
Drunk (ish) @fluffymisha97​
Friends to Lovers. @lahyene​
Beg For Me by @princessphilly​
Everyone Knew It by @worksby-d​
Seven Minutes in Heaven by @river-soul​
Cockwarming with Andy ask by @stargazingfangirl18​
The Camping Video by @ littlefiercequeen
"I don't care what happens to me, as long as your safe." by @what-is-your-plan-today
Cosy Autumnal Andy ask by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Comfort by @honeychicana
Only A Little by @worksby-d
This Guy by @stargazingfangirl18
Patience Kitten by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Treat by @hlkwrites
Play Button by @theycallmebecca
Silly Little Games by @xxindiglow
Little Spoon by @samwilsons-pillowpecs
Andy Ask by @stargazingfangirl18
Senator Steve Ask by @worksby-d
Talked All Night by @violetlilysunshine
Beer Gut by @violetlilysunshine​
Jealousy by @ilovefandoms102​
“Ugly” Reader ask by @gotnofucks
Greatest Fear ask with Ransom and Steve by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Burning by @katikat
Professor Andy AU ask by @worksby-d
That Blue-eyed Boy by @bluemusickid
Stress Reliever Andy ask by @angrythingstarlight
How Do You Want Me? by @sagechanoafterdark
Good Boy by @hlkwrites
Jensen’s Captain Kink ask by @river-soul
Breakfast With Andy ask by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
No Text Backs by @jamielea81
Shy by @worksby-d
Needy!Ransom ask by @stargazingfangirl18
“try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?” ask by @worksby-d
Two Weeks Notice. by @navybrat817
Ongoing Series: 
Feeding The Flames by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Seeing Blind by @pagesoflauren
Money’s Worth by @pagesoflauren
Higher Love by @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour​
Rawhide by @wiypt-writes
Rock ‘n’ Roll People In A Disco World by @wiypt-writes
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