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lanabuckybarnes · 2 months

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18+ Minors DNI

✧Pairing✧ Hugh Ransom Drysdale x Fiancé Reader (F)

✧Warnings✧ Soft Rannie, Jealousy, Some lil bitch flirting with what’s yours, Insecurities, Wow Ransom knows comfort??, Drinking, Crying, Assault (deserved), Unprotected PinV, Desperation, Dirty Talk, Multiple Orgasms, Aftercare King — This is pretty tame for me but if I’ve missed any warnings please don’t be afraid to let me know

✧Word Count✧ 1.4K

✧Author Note✧ Everyone say frick you to this man because I ain’t been able to get things done thanks to his stupidly handsome face and my brain hyperfixating on it. Fr tho I have WIPs, ideas and everything inbetween all left to rot because this son of a bitch is plaguing my mind. He’s so hot tho….

Also big thx to my homegirlies @samodivaa @delicatebarness for reading my filth and coming up with the title 🫶

You didn’t want to go out with Ransom tonight. You had your evening all planned out; sex in the shower, snuggling in bed, sex there too — the whole shebang. But of course, Ransom found himself invited to a dinner party with some old friends that he was excited to introduce you to, so your evening was cut short to merely sharing the shower with him and fleeting kisses between tellings of his long day — he didn’t even have time to make you cum.

The night was enjoyable; most of your fiancé's friends were just like him so you could deal with them. Until she arrived, her curves wrapped in a beautiful floor-length golden gown, her incredibly blonde locks curled to perfection and her eyes predatory.

“Oh my god Rannie!!” She squealed at the sight of your incredibly handsome man, outstretching her perfect little arms and pulling him in for a tight hug.

“Hey Charlotte” Ransom smiled wide, perfect pearly white teeth directed at the stunning lady “This is my fiancé” he said, reaching a large ringed hand out to envelop yours.

Charlotte turned, that cute little lady act dropping to a sneer when she turned her attention to you. Jealously oozed out of her, jealously and bewilderment. Her scrutinising glare made you feel ugly and small.

“Hey,” she forced, spitting your name back at you. Her hand squeezed Ransom’s bicep “Wow Ran you’ve gotten big…” her eyes flickered to him before returning to you “Did you see him in high school, he was so scrawny, skinny little arms and a big bobblehead. Bet you get a lot of girls' attention now hm?”

God you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

“Maybe but I’ve only got my eyes on one” Your betrothed looked upon you with sparkling blue orbs, squeezing your hand tight. For a moment the party faded leaving you both staring into each other's adoring eyes until Charcuterie cut it short with a fake ‘awww’.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it then,” she says, giving Ransom a bright, man-killing smile and you a much duller, green eyed glare.

“Well that went well.”

“Huh?” Ransom turns, pulling you close by your waist and laying a soft kiss on your forehead.

“She likes you,”

“Yuh huh?”

“And she hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you” he guffawed, his eyes scrunching up until the blue was barely visible.

“She does, she’s jealous” you argued, pushing him away slightly.

“I think you’re projecting pretty girl” he joked, quickly reining in his laugh when he noticed how upset you looked. Ransom put on a more serious look, hooking a finger under your chin with his free hand “Baby, you’re the only person I want. I only love you” You knew that. There was just something in that girl's gorgeous eyes that made your whole mind thrum with insecurity.

“I know” You pouted and he kissed you with a coo.

“Of course you do, look at the size of that rock on your finger” For effect he clasped your left hand, shoving the massive crystal into your eyeline.

The rest of the night you tried to let the situation with Charlotte go. You stuck around your fiancé most of the evening, stealing his warmth while listening to his old college football teammate drum on and on about how good of a quarterback Ransom once was.

“I remember one game he got rushed to hospital trying to challenge this mountain of a man. He was on his ass and there was blood pouring out of his head.”

“That must’ve been why he thought it was a good idea to settle for someone like her, y’know with the head injury.” A loud laugh came from behind your small huddle, you knew who it was before you even turned.

“That was out of order Charlotte” a girl in your group chastised, glaring at the now very drunk woman.

“Oh I don’t care, you lot sugarcoat everything. Ransom you could do so much better than…that” Her ringed hand failed in your direction, and a growl settled on her lips at the mere sight of you. It was enough to push you over the edge.

Shoving Ransom’s arm off your shoulders you darted away, heading straight for the car you came here in. You had to get out of the crowd, you were thoroughly embarrassed and angry at the whole situation, fat tears falling down your face by the time you swung the passenger door open.

You don’t know how long it took Ransom to settle in the seat beside you, not too long anyway. Instantly his arms were around you, a hand cradling your head into his neck while the other rubbed up and down your spine.

“I'm so sorry baby, I’m so fucking sorry” His words were thick with remorse, his fingers tightening around you “We shouldn’t have come here.”

He let you cry until you ran out of tears, his arms wrapped around you tightly until you pulled away, sighing at the wet patch on his tan jacket.

“I’m sorry” you whispered in a low voice, rubbing a sleeve over his wet shoulder in a feeble attempt to dry it off.

“Don’t apologise, pretty girl, that's what I’m here for. For letting you cry on me…and for slapping whoever disrespects what’s mine.”

“What?” You gawked, red eyes wide at his words.

“I smacked the shit outta her, she’ll think twice about saying shit like that again.” He looked so nonchalant about the whole thing, a pout of sheer unconcern pulling on his lips.

You tried to look appalled at your man’s actions, letting your jaw hang low in astonishment, but it quickly dissolved, a smile breaking out and a shocked laugh bubbling forth.

“Oh my god Hugh Drysdale!!” You smacked his arm softly, giggling freely at just the thought of that blonde’s face with Ransom’s handprint on the side of it. “We gotta get out of here before she calls the cops.”

“Agreed.” He hummed, starting the engine and setting off down the road, singing away to your shared playlist.

“Fuck baby, fucking hell…”

There was a distinct schlick schlick sound coming from the ajar door of the massive house leaving a tiny part of your brain silently thankful for its size. The rest of you doesn’t give a flying fuck.

Ransom laid out on his back beneath you, face and chest flushed and his hair awry thanks to your wandering hands. His hands gripped at your hips, helping you bounce on his thick length, chasing your third orgasm of the night. Somewhere along the journey home your insecurities and jealousy fizzled into raw desire, your hands groping at Ransom while he drove. You barely made it through the front door before you jumped his bones, shoving him into the wall and swallowing his length with ease only experience would get you. Charlotte could never.

“Taking me like such a good girl—fuckkkk—yes baby squeeze my dick” Not only was he a mess physically, his brain had short-circuited after you straddled his body, ripping the belt from the loops of his pants.

“So full Rannie” you whimpered, collapsing onto your hands. Sweat dripped off your forehead and onto his body, you fucked him ferally like two people with nothing on the brain except each other — which wasn’t far from the truth.

“That’s it, good girl, gimme one more baby I know you can” Ransom urged, pushing himself into a sit and using the last of his brainpower to sink a hand between your joined bodies to rub tight circles over your puffy clit.

“She could never make you feel this good could she?” you gripped at his locks, moaning into his open mouth. Ransom’s head shook violently in your grasp, muttering out how you were the only woman in the world that could make him feel this euphoric. Your orgasm was approaching quicker and quicker, jumping over each mental hurdle until all that was left for your brain to think of was the man filling you to the brim.

“Fuck shit m’fucking close baby, gonna fill you up again, you want that huh? Want my cum in that messy little cunt?”

His words hooked your release between their clawed fingers and hurtled it into your body. Your world went white, your body stiffening and your walls milking the man below you for all he was worth. He spilt the last of what he could offer right against your cervix, holding you tight as he shouted like a madman.

The room settled, the only sounds being your mixed breaths gasping for air.

“That was good” Ransom chuckled, pulling out of your with a hiss and flipping you over “might need to make you jealous more.”

“Don’t you dare” you warned with a glare, sealing your lips with his when he leaned down, cleaning up the mess between your legs before dealing with his own.

“I really am sorry about tonight baby, you didn’t deserve to be spoken to like that” The brunette broke the silence that had overcome you both, his fingers massaging down your spine.

“It’s alright, she got what she deserved.”

“Yes” Ransom nodded, resting his weight against your back “and you got what you did too.”

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georgiapeach30513 · 3 months

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Let Your Daddy See

Summary: Your boyfriend, Ransom knew you had a crush on the owner of the local bakery. He sees you practically drooling as you watch his hands kneading dough. Always making excuses to go to Andy’s work during his demos. Getting all flustered when he smiles at you, even offering a private lesson…if you want Andy, you can have him. For one night. But it’s Ransom’s choice. Enjoy.

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader X Andy Barber

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, teasing, dumb sex jokes, “surprises”, threesome, unprotected sex, PIV sex, anal sex, dumbification, degradation, double penetration, creampie, cameras, surprise! 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.7K

Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

Andy Barber Masterlist

You take a quick peek up, and are met with his beautiful blue eyes. Close enough to see the speckling of different hues of blue. His mouth turns up into a smile, and you quickly look back down at his hands. Pushing forward, and pulling back. His veins pop up on his arms and hands with the motion. Cords of his muscles ripple on his forearms. The man did more than bake pastries. He had to have a clear an amazing workout routine that you would love to sit and watch.

Since Andy had opened Butter & Buns you found every excuse to come here on a regular basis. It had nothing to do with Andy, but his goods, at least that’s what you told yourself. He honestly does make the most spectacular delicacies. And the way he runs his patisserie is so inviting. He had demos where he made the fresh breads right in front of you.

And he is even going to be starting classes. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about how he would teach. Would he be the type of man that stands behind you, hands on yours as he shows you how to properly make bread? Or would he be the teacher that stands in front of you while his eyes pay more attention to the curves of your body instead, and you learn nothing at all?

He told you about the classes first of course, letting you know you are his favorite customer. You gaze over his arms again as he pushes and pulls the dough. Developing the glutens, and mixing in the butter. It is heavenly to watch. A bit distracting, but only due to how effortlessly he did that. Like a skilled ballerina up on stage. It flows and has an odd beauty to it.

“Are you getting your usual, Sweet Buns?” a girlish giggle brushes past your lips, and the quick glance up at him sends heat to your cheeks. Andy has this way of making you feel like a schoolgirl. Even your hands are clammy, and your throat dries up. “Or can I suggest something different that I know you’re going to love?” You have to look at him, but this time he catches your eyes, and you linger the hold. You couldn’t look away.

“Yeah, of course,” your voice is a whisper as you nod your head, and switch the weight on your feet.

“Oh, give me a break,” Ransom rolls his eyes beside you, and you give him a little nudge with your shoulder. He is ruining this for you.

“Why don’t you grab our coffees, and I’ll get the treats?” He smirks, rolling his eyes again. It’s one of his favorite things to do, but he does walk away to go to the front of the counter, leaving you and Andy alone. “I’m sorry about him.”

“You’d think your husband wouldn’t come in with you if he’s so easily annoyed,” there’s a slight twinkle in Andy’s eye, but you can’t quite figure it out.

“We’re not married,” you answer quickly, showing him your bare finger. “Not even engaged. He’s…” Ransom peeks over towards you, pursing his lips, and narrowing his eyes before ordering the coffee. “What are you wanting to suggest to me?” Changing the subject off your relationship is the best course of action.

“I was playing around with croissant ideas. It’s not traditional, but it’s lemon meringue.”

“It sounds perfect,” almost as perfect as his ass walking to the sink to wash his hands. He meets you down at the register, handing over Ransom’s usual mini scones before giving you his newest creation. It looks amazing, and perfect. Just like him.

“I made this specifically with you in mind, Sweet Buns,” another giggle. You love that he remembers your first encounter with him, and it has since become your nickname. Your hand brushes against his as he hands you the receipt, and his eyes linger on you as you make way to Ransom.

“I made this specifically with you in mind, Sweet Buns,” he mocks what Andy says as you sit down across from him. “Why don’t you admit you got a crush on the baker.”

“I don’t, and he’s a pastry chef,” Ransom blinks at you a few times before taking a bite of your croissant. He doesn’t want to react, but he does. A soft little moan travels up his throat, and you shimmy your shoulders. “See.”

“You completely ignored what I just said,” of course you did. It’s a silly conversation that wasn’t going to get either of you anywhere.

“I ignored you because I don’t have a crush on Andy.”

“Ahh, you just want him to fuck your sweet buns, huh?” You give him a little kick under the table, smiling at him. It is fascinating to see him get a bit jealous. He knows who you go home to, and who you want to spend the rest of your life with. “If he gets your sweet buns, what do I get?”

“You can have the warm muffin.”

“I love it when you talk dirty. So I can have the warm muffin, he gets the sweet buns, what are we going to do with your mouth?” He raises his eyebrows in a suggestive way, and now it’s you that’s rolling your eyes.

“Shut up!” You playfully say, nudging your foot at him. “You know I love you, right?” Smiling, he nods his head, taking another bite of your pastry. Rude. “But I do quite enjoy your wheels turning. Are you seriously dreaming about him with us?” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Stop eating my food. That was made just for me.”

“Unless he’s got another sweet buns that he’s not telling you about,” you are his only Sweet Buns. Andy didn’t have others that he is like this with. You’ve watched him. “If we do this can I frost your muffin and turn it into a cupcake?” You burst out laughing, throwing your head back dramatically. He is silly, even if you love his play on words.

“What is wrong with you?” Or better yet, why did he have to wait to frost your cupcake?

“Or I can always call it a pie shell. Won’t you let me make a cream pie,” he’s saying words, and you’re not sure how serious he is. You’d let him if he’d ask.

“Alright, that’s enough. Let’s go home.”

“Maybe he can butter your buns,” he’s so obnoxious sometimes. “Knead your dough. Oh oh! Maybe frost your cake,” you give a quick little wave to Andy, trying to shoo Ransom out of the shop before Andy hears what he is saying. How embarrassing. Or maybe not.

——

“Ransom! Baby, I’m home,” throwing your keys into the bowl, you remove your shoes. Slowly undressing now because it is Friday, and you are tired of this bra. “Ransom?” You couldn’t smell any cooking, so you figured he must want to go out tonight, you’ll have to persuade him to order in. You just want him, the couch, and reruns.

“Ransom?” You say his name one more time as you pull your shirt over your head, and take off your bra. He’ll be happy to see your titties free. That’s how you make sure he just orders in, and you can stay with and watch television.

“Ransom? Oh my god!” Your arms fly over your chest as Andy smiles at you devilishly. “Why are you in my house, and in my fucking room?”

“It does look like a nice fucking…room,” creep. He was attractive in his place. Being alone in your house with you. And… “Ransom, she did make a great entrance,” your boyfriend steps out of the en-suite, and you look between the two of them. The little slut!

They are up to something, and you just want to rest. In between them. “What is this?”

“Angel,” uh uh. Anytime Ransom starts a sentence with that, he’s up to something. Needing you to forgive him immediately. And of course that makes sense since Andy Barber is in your bedroom with you and your boyfriend all while your arms are over your chest, covering yourself.

Rolling your eyes, you happen to catch a peek, and Andy is a full mast. Pants are completely tented, and you feel a rush of heat pool at your core. He’s as big as you imagined, bigger even. This is about that conversation you had Butter & Buns! Ransom brought this man here for a threesome, and both men are ready to go.

“I had some thoughts about our conversation the other day…”

“And I overheard everything,” oh my god! Andy overheard every stupid joking detail. This is too much. “And I approached Ransom.”

“No, you didn’t. I went back to the buttery buns, and approached you.”

“You stuttered, and couldn’t get the question out, so I proposed a deal. I get your ass, if you agree.”

“But I’m in control,” it is like watching a ping pong match as the two of them go back and forth. Each making sure you know that they’re more manly than the other with no regard of what you want. You didn’t ask for this. Ransom and Andy just assumed. They didn’t exactly assume wrong.

You have dreamed of this very moment. You didn’t want Andy in your life, you just wanted him in your body. Have a little fun with your boyfriend. He did say his fantasy was to watch you be destroyed before he joins in. Watch as your cunt is being refused stimulation, and he waits for you to beg before joining in. You just don’t beg. You never beg.

Okay, maybe you have dreamed about the man destroying you being Andy once or twice. But the principle of the matter is they didn’t ask. “Angel, if you didn’t want me to know that you have fantasized about this, maybe you shouldn’t leave your fucking journal open on the bed. With a very detailed explanation of what you want Mr. Butters and me to do to you.”

“You caught that, huh?” Ransom is far from being dumb, but sometimes he just needs a little nudging, especially since you found out that he wanted Andy to be the man that joined you. You gave him a little hint by leaving your journal on his side of the bed.

“You made it obvious. So quit playing coy. On your knees. I can literally smell your arousal. You know I know your cunt better than you do. On your knees, and let Andy fuck your ass. I won’t ask again. And be a good girl, and drop your arms. Go on. Let me see.”

He’s such an ass when he’s right. You let your arms fall, and you glance towards Andy. His eyes coast down your body as you start to pull your pants down. Andy licks his lips as he stares at your pebbled peaks. He’s ready to devour you. Ready to turn you into the mush, and become completely pliable like his doughs.

You came home tired, but a new sense of invigoration courses through your body as the bed dips down with your weight. Leaning forward you let your head rest completely on the mattress, and your ass full on in the air. Both men walk behind you, their eyes taking in your sex before Ransom’s lithe fingers move through your folds.

“She’s soaked,” he moans before slapping at Andy’s hand. “Nope, you can’t touch her until I say so. You must inspect the goods. She expects this from me. See,” he pulls you apart at the seam. Spreading you out fully for Andy’s hungry eyes. “The tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. But this…this pretty little hole,” Ransom spits down at your puckered entrance before rubbing it around your muscle.

“This is going to be all yours. You can’t have her needy little cunt. But her ass is just as greedy, watch,” you whimper as he presses a finger past the tight rim. Pushing yourself back into him. “Go on, I’ll warm her up, but you get nice and lubed. She has a bit of an attitude problem, but you fill her up, and she’s the most obedient little sex doll, aren’t ya? Such a little slut drunk on cock.”

Your brain goes fuzzy as you anticipate two cocks at once. Overwhelmed is a perfect word for it. Feeling all the feels, while Ransom pumps his finger in and out of you, and his sinful mouth never shuts up. “You can come in her or on her, but you can’t have that tight little pussy, okay?” Andy groans, coating his cock in lube.

He fists his thick veiny member a few times, starting to move closer. Ransom’s need for mirrors in the bedroom is paying off. You’re able to see Andy’s wide body and thick hands take in your holes. He looks massive behind you. “She’s so pretty when she gets stuffed, too. Look at her, ass in the air, and ready to be fucked so hard. In and out. Filled fully. Every little hole.”

Andy clears his throat, and Ransom reluctantly pulls his finger out of your ass. Smiling when you whine at the loss of him. Starting to rock on your knees because you need a replacement. “Easy, Sweet Buns,” his thick hands grab tight to your hips, digging into your skin with so much force you hope it bruises. Andy teases your tight hole with his cock. “You going to be a cockslut for us?”

“Mhmm,” mewling as his blunt mushroom tip breaches your entrance. Your fingers grip tight to the bed, and your eyes shoot open, trying to find your boyfriend’s handsome face. Staring at him with so much need as Andy slowly sinks into you. Doesn’t stop until he’s balls deep in your ass, and you're ready for Ransom to fill you up, too. You need him. It isn’t fair you can’t have him, too.

“Shh,” he sighs, petting your face. “Let big daddy Andy have some fun, okay?” You nod your head, but reach towards Ransom. Holding onto his hand as Andy slowly pulls out of you, and crashes back into your warmth. Yipping when he does it again quickly.

You never look anywhere, but Ransom’s handsome face. The way he’s adoring you even more for allowing your crush to own your ass. Rutting into you at such a steady pace, and yet you still feel empty. Ransom belongs in you as well. “You’re doing such a good job.”

“Sweet buns, you should really get on top of me. Let your boyfriend watch that neglected cunt as I fill every inch of your ass. He can see that pretty pussy weeping with need for him. Crying out for him because you need him so much. Doesn’t that sound good?”

“Yes! Yes!” Shouting because you need Ransom to see how empty you are without him. How much you need him inside of you more than some fantasy. “Please!” He nods his head, and Andy pulls out of you, and crawls on the bed. Letting you turn your back to him as you settle over top.

Able to watch every part of Ransom as you slowly sink over him. Moaning as your body swallows him whole, and Ransom’s eyes go to your core. Staring so hard at where he is supposed to be. You’ve already told him too many times that your body was made for him. “Do you like it, Ran?”

“Yes, very much so, kitty cat,” placing your hands behind you, and on either side of Andy, you start bouncing over top of him. Letting Ransom see a part of you not filled with him letting her beg him, because you won’t with words. Your body cries for him to enter you as your arousal leaks onto Andy. “You’re so perfect,” he moans, and you go harder.

Bucking on top of Andy, and ready to whine out Ransom’s name. “Make yourself come first. You needy little brat. If you want two cocks, come. Go on. You can do it,” you slam yourself over him harder. Enjoying the view even if it's torturous. “You’re almost there. You’ve got this. Keep going. Don’t stop. That pretty pussy needs my pretty cock inside of her, huh?”

“Yeah. Please. Ransom, I’m…” heat and pleasure rush to your core. It’s almost cruel to come like this. A big part of you is being ignored, and no matter what you do, Ransom isn’t budging. “Ransom, I’m…”

“Then do it, you filthy little slut,” that does it. Pleasure shoots into every part of your limbs as your eyes roll into the back of your head. Slowing down your movements, but Andy picks up where you leave off. “Clenching around nothing, and I got the front row seat to heaven,” his voice is so deep as he stares at your empty cunt.

Getting onto the bed before his lips meet yours. He tastes like sin and dessert as he swallows your moans, “You needed this,” he says before crashing into you. Both men pause as sounds you’ve never made before scream out of your lungs.

Giving you a grace period for you to adjust to just how incredibly full you feel. Stretched out in the most perfect way, and getting to have and feel Ransom finally. He fits so perfectly inside you. You’ve never doubted how he is made for you. He even feels just as much pleasure as you, just feeling how different this is. It’s overwhelming. Blinding. Makes you feel as if you’ve ascended to heaven.

Everything in your body ceases to stop functioning. You’re just there. Existing for nothing but pleasure. Obviously for them, but what you feel is like a religious experience. Floating in the air with the most beautiful high encasing your body.

“There she is,” Ransom coos down to you. “I thought I’d lost you to the pleasure,” what is he talking about? You’re just feeling. “I think you blacked out for a minute. Just kept saying my name, but barely.”

“Mmm.”

“Cockdrunk,” Andy is just a vessel. A tool to add to the fun. If it wasn’t for the severe amount of fullness you feel, you wouldn't know he is even there. All you care about is Ransom. Head rolling around on your shoulders. “Alright, let’s flip. You just lay there, and take care of your girl, while I fuck her.”

“You want that, baby? You want Andy to fuck you.”

“You.”

“You’re too far gone, baby. Yeah, we’ll switch,” you want to cry as Ransom pulls out of you. Already reaching out to him as he lays down on the bed. “Come on. C’mere,” it’s Andy that helps you move over to him. Guiding you to sink over Ransom, and you start kissing on his beautiful face. “I know. I know.”

The last words you remember as Andy slams into you, and you scream. Fuck it feels so good. So full. So very full. If you could float out of your body, and watch this experience you would. The world doesn’t exist. It’s just nirvana. You try and ground yourself with the touch of Ransom, because he is perfect. Rubbing over your face. Whispering your name because you forgot.

Andy’s movements are harsh and about him getting off; Ransom is about you and him. So sweet. So perfect. So in love with him. You didn’t think you could love him more, but a man willing to have another man in your bed because you’ve fantasized about it is the perfect man. “Ransom!”

“I know, just let go. Come on two cocks,” his hips drive up into you, and you collapse on his chest. Incoherently saying his name. “Come,” he whispers into your ears, and rockets go off in your body. Shooting endorphins and pleasure to every nerve ending as your body seizes up. This is it, the true escape of the world, and absolute bliss.

“She’s. So. Fucking. Tight,” Andy grunts, thrusting into you so hard your body lurches forward. “So. Fucking. Good. Ugh!” Growling behind you as his movements become irregular. “Right. There!” It’s like everybody’s body is synchronized. Your walls flutter around their cocks, and they each shoot warm ropes of thick cum into your body, and you’re buzzing. A high like no other.

Long weeks are meant for going dumb, and what better way to escape than this. Andy pants behind you, while Ransom’s fingers softly caress your body. His lips ghost over your skin, and you feel yourself start to drift. Feeling so comfortable and exhausted from the week.

“I thought I was supposed to come in,” you relax on top of Ransom’s body, soaking up the afterglow of his release. He feels so warm inside of you. His cum right where it belongs. He wasn’t ever going to waste a drop again.

“Shh,” Ransom says softly as Andy pulls out of your body.

“No, you said if I set up the cameras, that I could fuck her mouth,” Andy rolls his eyes, grabbing a camera off the tripod and points it at your used holes. “Oh, yeah, don’t forget the money shot. But you wanted all her holes to be dripping in cum. It was a gift before you propos…”

“Jake! Shut up!” Jake Jensen mumbles something under his breath. You nuzzle into Ransom more before you drift off to sleep. You’ve never felt more satisfied. “Yes, next time I’ll make sure she’s airtight, but we got to ease her into it. And besides…”

“We know, Drysdale,” Andy hands Jake the camera before going to his clothes, “You’re marrying the girl, but she is okay with being used from time to time. Did you even know she was interested in Jake before her journal?”

“Nope. Why would she be into him?”

“I’m right here, and I am lovable!”

“Alright, go on. Next time I’ll| make her watch herself being used first. Maybe over some sweet buns,” Ransom gives a little chuckle to Andy. “There there, sweetheart, these men are going to leave, and I’m going to give us a bath. The rest of the weekend is about you. You’ve had such a hard night.”

No. It was almost perfect. Almost.

Masterlist

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bigtreefest · 2 months

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Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Summary: Ransom can’t help the way he pays such close attention to every detail regarding you

Word count: 1,081

Content/warnings: very sappy Ransom, no dialogue, ransom’s internal monologue?, references to intimacy, kisses, lots of timeline switching? (Flashbacks and returns to present)

A/N: Below is the song which inspired this fic. It’s been a longtime favorite and I think it definitely fits the summer vibes

I guess we can call this a part of my summer celebration! It’s a vacation at a beach house, and probs an equal partnership? Based off a song. Yeah, I make the rules.

Anyway, comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!

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Ransom didn’t really have a name for this feeling, despite his vast vocabulary. The main reason was that he had never really felt it before, so how could he be sure? It was definitely beyond the simplicity of the lust he had felt on several occasions. Was it admiration, adoration? Whatever it was, he was sure it went both ways from the crooked smile you gave him as you stretched in the dim morning light.

After a week of your getaway, it was the last morning the two of you were waking up in his family’s coastal home. He loved the way the rays coming through the curtains graced your face, especially today, as you laid tangled in the sheets of the king-sized bed.

The past week had been filled with relaxation and enjoyment each day. Beach picnics, sunbathing, swimming, and…other…enjoyable…things. Those were his favorite. He was desperate to get to that, but not desperate in the moment, where he was worshipping you and your body, and every little thing that he could commit to memory. He never wanted to forget this time; it was simple, with no deadlines, no responsibilities besides each other, although he’d never call you a chore. You were a pleasure. One he was sure he didn’t deserve.

Ransom watched closely as you sat up, the sunshine creating a crown around your head and hair. He couldn’t help but notice you. All he saw was you.

His entire life, Ransom had always noticed the details. That was his strength: little things no one else picked up on, and they were all around him, but honestly, when he was looking at you, he couldn’t tell you anything going on in the background: what he had planned for today, or what he’d done before you woke up the day before.

When you’d gone out to eat at that one restaurant, the one that he thought probably had an ocean view, he couldn’t remember, he wouldn’t be able to recall a single song that had played during dinner.

What he does remember, though, is everything about you that night. The way the sea salt in the air from the long day had added a little extra wave to your hair- tightened the coil, how your skin glowed from the golden hour sunset shining through the glass by the table, the way you got a little tongue-tied after you shared your third glass of wine, which the waiter so rudely interrupted your story to ask if you wanted. No one deserved to stop your beautiful voice from talking, not even Ransom, and especially not the weirdly kind young man pouring the bottle. What was the waiter so nice for, anyway? That quickly left Ransom’s mind, though, attention switching to something much more important. He was completely focused, just not on the usual, external things. There were different details his brain favored these days.

Ransom had visited the coastal home since he was young, playing with the neighbor’s kids while his parents were off doing who knows what. Now, he couldn’t care enough to retain the name of the guy who lives next door. That sort of information was trivial when there was someone else who he would’ve rather had take up every corner of his mind.

That night after dinner, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you in the car, stealing every glance he could without veering off the road. Hundred dollar bills could be falling from the sky and he wouldn’t even notice, which carries its weight when all that Ransom’s ever valued, all that’s ever been steady in his life, is money. That was until you and whatever feeling you were giving him for the first time. It was as if he finally hit the threshold of realization to what’s been creeping up on him this whole time.

Upon your return to the beach house, the two of you laid in bed, cuddled up close as the light from the TV playing late night talk shows danced across the bedroom. You were tucked up into his side, your head on his shoulder as one hand crossed his body and rested on his hip, his one arm doing the same to you as the other tangled in your hair, gently massaging your scalp. He watched as your eyelids fluttered shut, heavy with tiredness of the day and comfort in his hold. Another moment to be savored: your absolute trust in the security of his arms. He smiled to himself as you mumbled in your sleep, studying every little quirk of your lips, every barely intelligible word he could catch, not judging, but committing to memory.

In another life, Ransom would’ve tried to deny that you were any more than just another girl, but there was no use. He was too far gone. Finding ways to surprise you, shower you in gifts, and all the quality time you asked for. Whatever you could desire, really, it was yours, and he had no business withholding from you. His heart wouldn’t allow him.

Ransom was in tune with everything you were doing right now. He pushed aside the thoughts of the week’s earlier memories with you for a second, and cleared everything else nonessential from his mind. He only needed space for what was going on currently. He observed as you scooted closer to him, pushing aside the pillows that were often just so as you slept. Absorbed the way your head tilted to the side at that certain angle when you were leaning in, just about to kiss him. He surely didn’t want to miss it as he closed his eyes and let you fall into him, tongues dancing in an amatory rhythm. So in sync, so naturally that he didn’t care about anything else. Every detail was something he wanted to devote his attention to; memorize and hold onto forever.

Yeah, he should probably get up and make you your coffee. How he loved to see you stir it, just the simplest task, but this felt more pressing. The warmth in his chest from your touch, the way your kisses filled his lungs with light, with life. How your fingertips traced up and down his chest, tucking into the waistband of his boxer briefs. He shuddered at the sensation, at what even your gentlest touch could do to him. Breakfast could wait. You offered enough to feed his soul forever. This feeling? The new wholeness? It was love.

Bonus A/N: Soft!Ran. I only know him. Could you imagine a nice little rainy day in bed, looking out the window at the coast?🥺

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krirebr · 10 months

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Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x f!reader, Steve Rogers & f!reader

Word Count: ~6.1k

Summary: Arranged marriages have always been used to solidify business deals among the ultra-wealthy. Your stepfather wants to be in business with Harlan Thrombey, so now it's your turn.

Warnings: Heavy angst, age difference, adult themes, institutional sexism, no noncon but some fear of it, excessive alcohol use, explicit language, the slooowest burn - Warnings will be added as needed for subsequent parts. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

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A/N: Another part already??? This one has just been flowing right out of me. It occurs to me that I should probably explicitly state that this will have a happy ending! Possibly very far in the future, but it will happen!! 😂😭

Huge thanks again to @paperweight91 for reading so much of this and letting me know when I was on the right track.

Visual references for the ring and dress can be found here.

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. Even if it's just screeching at me. As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

Despite your best efforts, the next three weeks went by in a blink.

The engagement ring arrived the day after your disastrous dinner with Ransom. It was beautiful—a round diamond with a smaller sapphire on each side, set in swirling filigree. You wondered who picked it. Certainly not Ransom. Probably someone’s assistant. It felt like fire around your finger.

You’d packed up the small apartment you loved so much. Sorting everything into what you would bring and what would be put into storage – the latter category was much bigger. You sat in your living room, surrounded by boxes, and cried, with Steve beside you and Lola nervously shaking in your lap.

Your mother took you to pick your dress. She sat on the plush couch in the appointment-only boutique and sipped champagne while you tried on dress after dress that the attendants brought you. Her favorite was an ivory satin ballgown with off-the-shoulder short sleeves, a bow at the bottom of the back, and a very wide skirt. She cried when you put it on. You told her it was your favorite too, because you just didn’t have it in you to have an opinion.

The Thrombey clan came into town the week before the wedding. Their time was mostly spent in meetings with Joseph and his team. Meeting the new extended family was to be left for the wedding festivities.

You hadn’t heard a word from Ransom. You’d thought of texting him a few times but couldn’t see the point in it. He’d made his feelings on you and your upcoming marriage clear. Any added effort would just be torturing yourself.

Then, suddenly, the rehearsal dinner was passing without incident. It was a catered affair, held at your parents’ house. Despite being one of the two nominal guests of honor, aside from the initial introductions, you were mostly ignored, as business remained the topic at the forefront of everyone’s minds. Ransom was there, of course, seated next to you, even, but he did his best to avoid you. You were torn between intense relief for the moment and absolute terror for what it meant for your future. When you noticed him quietly ducking out, you took the opportunity to leave as well, hoping most people would think you’d absconded together. The thought made you laugh bitterly.

You spent your last night of freedom snuggled up with Lola in Steve’s guest room. You barely slept.

Now, you sat in a plush robe in front of the vanity in the large hotel suite that sat several floors above the event hall you’d be getting married in in just over one hour. Steve sat sentinel in an armchair near you, already in his tux. People had been coming in and out all day – manicurists, aestheticians, makeup artists, hairstylists, your mother until she’d gotten called away for the pictures they didn't need you for. The female members of Ransom’s family too. His aunt, Joni, had only been in briefly, saying that the energy of the room was all wrong and she’d had to leave. Her daughter Meg had sat with you for a while, but she just kept complaining about how awful Ransom was and Steve eventually kicked her out, probably trying to spare you a panic attack. And then there was Ransom’s mother, Linda. She had been in a few times ‘to check on the progress.’ You’d tried very hard not to get stressed out by her, but she was very… severe, and you felt about a foot tall every time she looked at you. And now here she was, again.

“Darling,” she said, and you tried not to balk at the fact that you’d know this woman for less than 24 hours and she was already using endearments, “you’ll be needed for pictures soon and you aren’t dressed yet?”

You gestured to the two people at the rolling clothing rack who were carefully removing your dress from the garment bag. “We’re about to start putting it on. I’ll be ready soon.”

“Fantastic. Maybe it’s time for Steve to go then,” she cut a glance to your stepbrother.

“Not fucking likely,” he muttered. He’d been stuck to you like glue all day.

Linda’s eyebrows crawled up to her hairline. “I just think that some people might find it inappropriate for you to be in here while your sister gets dressed.”

He stood up and took a step toward her. “I’ll turn around,” he growled.

“Steve,” you sighed. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine.” It wasn’t. You wouldn’t be, but none of that could be helped.

He looked at you carefully, his eyes flitting over your face. Finally, he nodded, “OK. I’ll see you out there then.” With a quick, reassuring touch to your arm, he left.

Linda watched him leave and once he was out the door, she turned to you and said, “You and your stepbrother are very close, aren’t you?”

Something about her tone made you incredibly wary. “Yes,” you said cautiously, “he’s my best friend.”

“Isn’t that lovely?” she said with a thin-lipped smile that made it clear she thought anything but.

You noted her reaction as you returned her smile and removed your robe. You let the attendants help you step into the dress where they’d pooled it on the floor. They pulled it up around you and you stood still as they fastened and arranged the dress on you. All under Linda’s watchful eye, her arms crossed over her chest. When it was all done and you’d stepped into your heels, you turned to her so that she could give the approval you could feel she was dying to give.

“Well, aren’t you just a dream,” she said. Just as you were about to thank her, she added, “Although, I suppose it would be hard not to be, with all these people working on you, huh?” Her tone was warm and friendly, but you took it as the cut down you knew she meant it to be.

Still, you smiled. “Well, we should probably get down there, shouldn’t we?”

Everyone oohed and aahed appropriately when you arrived at the courtyard space reserved for photographs. Your mother was crying again. Joseph smiled at you, possibly the warmest smile he’d ever given you, and said “Beautiful,” but it was less like a compliment and more confirmation that everything was the way he needed it to be, like he was commenting on furniture. You smiled anyway and thanked him, then moved where the photographers directed you.

This round of pre-ceremony pictures was reserved for the families. Ransom had already done his and then been dismissed, to ‘preserve the big reveal’ you were told. You’d been asked earlier if you wanted to do first-look photos and declined. That had been interpreted as you wanting to have the big moment when you walked down the aisle to him. Instead, you just knew that he wouldn’t give them the reaction they were looking for. You’d rather spare yourself that embarrassment.

The thing about these arrangements was that while they were all about business and everyone knew it, people still wanted the trappings of romance. The big wedding at a fancy venue, awe on the groom’s face when he saw the bride in her dress for the first time, a joyful reception with speeches about true love. It had made you roll your eyes when you’d gone to friends’ weddings, but now that it was your own, it all made you want to scream.

You posed with Linda and Ransom’s father, Richard, a benign smile on your face. And then it was Harlan’s turn. “You look absolutely lovely,” he said to you, kindly. “You’re going to be so good for my grandson.” You responded with that same placid smile. You wondered if anyone had told Ransom that he was going to be good for you. You doubted it. That part didn’t seem to matter.

Next, it was time for your own family. Your mother and Joseph, together and then separately, and then Steve joined you for the full family. Once that was done, the photographers started to dismiss you, but you stopped them. “I want a few with just me and Steve.”

They looked at you and then Joseph and Linda, “That’s not on the list of required shots.”

“I don’t care,” you said, “I want them.”

“Darling,” Linda started, and you wanted to growl, “I’m not sure there’s time.”

“I don’t care,” you said again, “everyone can wait the five minutes this is going to take. I’m the bride, I doubt they’ll start without me. Isn’t today my day?”

Linda took a step back and nodded to the photographers but you could feel her watching you as Steve stepped up to you. “And people think I’m the troll,” he said, low enough for only you to hear.

You smiled, possibly your first genuine smile all day. “You are the troll,” you said. “I’m the sweet one who does what she’s told without complaint.”

He snorted, “Sure,” and turned his head as the photographers directed.

When it was all done, you took a deep breath and tried to prepare yourself as everyone but you and Steve began to make their way back inside.

“You ready?” he asked, concern all over his face.

You shook your head. “Not even remotely.”

He looked over your shoulder. “I know–” he began but stopped for a moment before he started again. “I know that if she had lived, we never would have met, but I still think, sometimes, about how much my mom would have loved you. Just as much as I do.”

“Steve,” you gasped.

He grabbed both of your hands. “You are the strongest, bravest person I know and you can do this.”

Your eyes welled up as you squeezed his hands, feeling like you’d completely fall apart if you let go. “I don’t know if I can,” you whispered.

“Hey,” he said, oh so gently, “all you have to do right now is get through the ceremony. That’s it. You don’t need to think about what comes after. Focus on what’s directly in front of you. Nothing else. Just walk down the aisle and say I do when it’s your turn. That’s it. You can do that. I know you can do that. I wish you didn’t have to, but you can.”

You took a deep breath. And another. And then you nodded. “I can.”

He smiled, big and genuine and still more than a little sad. He pulled you in for a hug, exceedingly careful to not mess anything up, and said again, “You can. I know you can.”

Someone stepped out of the big French doors leading into the vestibule your party was gathering in and waved frantically at you. Another deep breath. “OK,” you said.

He just nodded and guided you back inside.

Joseph walked you down the aisle. It wasn’t your choice, but this day had always been more about him than it ever was about you, so of course he would be the one to walk you. You would have chosen Steve. But you also would have chosen not to do this at all.

The walk was both agonizingly long and much, much too short. Ransom waited for you at the end of it, dressed in a designer tux and devastatingly handsome. You searched his face for anything, but he remained completely stoic, his eyes hard. You had to look away.

There were so many people gathered to watch your life change forever. As you gazed over the faces of the people seated on your side, you weren’t sure you recognized even half of them. You realized with a jolt that this was the most alone you’d ever felt, in this hall surrounded by hundreds of people, all eyes on you.

So much sooner than you were ready for, you’d arrived at the front, Joseph placing you in front of Ransom and joining your hands together. Ransom’s hands were soft and his grasp wasn’t nearly as harsh as you’d expected. You took a deep breath—every other thought since you’d stepped into the hall was to remind yourself to keep breathing—and met his gaze. It was still hard, but, maybe, maybe there wasn’t hate there.

Maybe you just didn’t know him well enough yet to be able to tell.

The ceremony went quickly. You struggled to focus on the officiant’s words. It was like you were in a sort of fugue state. But you repeated after him when you were supposed to. You said ‘I do’ when you were prompted. You played your part.

Ransom did too. You’d half expected him to just not show up at all, or walk out part-way through, or something but he was under the same familial pressures as you, you reasoned. At the end of the day, you all just did what you were told.

Before you knew it, it was done. There was a ring on your finger and one on his. You barely remembered placing it there. You registered the officiant saying “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,” and stared at Ransom. You expected him to swoop in and take what was his, but he paused. There was a clear question in his eyes. Shocked, you realized he was asking permission. As subtly as you could, you nodded. He gave a barely perceptible nod back and then he was kissing you. It wasn’t chaste, exactly, but it certainly wasn’t passionate either. Open-mouthed, but no tongue, and done quickly, the faintest taste of whiskey on his lips. Everyone applauded.

The processional music started and you began to move without even realizing it, Ransom right beside you. And in that moment, when you had nothing else to focus on, no other immediate job to do, everything hit you. Holy fuck, you were married. This man beside you was your husband. One of your knees buckled and your steady leg caught the edge of your dress and just as you were sure you were about to go down, someone grabbed your hand and you felt another hand on your opposite hip, holding you up. “Wait to collapse in private, if you can,” Ransom murmured to you, dryly, then basically carried you the rest of the way down the aisle.

You were both ushered into a small sitting room off the main hall for a moment of privacy as your guests were moved into the ballroom where the reception would take place and before you would take pictures with your new husband. Once the two of you were alone, you tried to steady your breathing and shove down the panic clawing its way up your throat. You were married. It had actually happened. It was real. You steadied yourself on the bookshelf beside you and tried to think about what Steve had said. Focus on what was directly in front of you. You’d gotten through the ceremony by doing that, so now it was just pictures and the reception. That was all you had to worry about. You could do that. You could.

“You good?” Ransom’s voice cut through your internal monologue and you turned back around to face him where he was standing on the other side of the small room, pasting that fucking smile on your face.

“Yes, I’m fine. Today is just a lot. But I’m fine. Thank you for helping me, before.”

“Well,” he smirked, “I couldn’t have my new wife embarrass me thirty seconds in, could I?”

Your smile went brittle and a small voice in your head chanted fifty years of this but you tamped it down. Pictures and the reception. Pictures and the reception. That was all you had to get through right now.

There was a light knock and then the door opened. One of the photographers peeked in, a camera in their hand. “Sorry to interrupt,” they said. “Just wanted to get some intimate, candid shots, before we go outside for the formal pictures.” Their eyes moved between you and Ransom and you knew they were measuring the space between you.

You shook your head and tried to keep your tone friendly. “No need, just the formal ones are fine.” You didn’t need any more documentation of this day than was absolutely necessary.

“Oh,” they said, surprised, “well, Mrs. Drysdale wanted–”

“Linda can fuck right off,” Ransom interrupted. “We’ll come outside now.” He shouldered his way past them and out the door. You just smiled and followed him, the photographer chasing after you both.

The pictures went quickly, you both seeming to want them over with as fast as possible. He didn’t say much to you, aside from the occasional exclamation like, “Jesus Christ, is this skirt big enough?” when he tried to move around you or pose behind you. The photographers kept trying to get you to look at each other, but when you did, it clearly didn’t give them the result they wanted, so they moved on quickly.

Afterward, you were escorted into the ballroom, where your entrance was met with applause. Your face was beginning to hurt from all the placid smiling you’d done all day.

You blanched when you realized that you and Ransom were the only ones seated at the head table. You wouldn’t have anyone to talk to.

There was still some time before dinner would be served. You could already see people beginning to make their way toward you to offer their congratulations to fill the time. A server appeared at your table and you asked for a glass of champagne. Ransom requested his usual scotch then added, “There’s an extra hundred in it for you if you make sure I’m never holding an empty glass tonight.”

You could see the disaster waiting to happen, so you tried a quiet “Ransom,” as the server left, not really thinking before you said something.

He let out a hollow chuckle. “If that’s the kind of wife you’re going to be, let me tell you right now, this marriage isn’t going to work. I don’t respond well to nagging.”

You took a breath, “I wasn’t trying to nag,” you said, “I just–”

“Ransom!” a loud voice interrupted you. You looked over to see Ransom’s uncle, Walt, approaching your table. You’d been introduced to him very briefly the night before. “Congratulations on finally growing up and settling down,” he said, once he stood in front of his nephew. You felt Ransom stiffen next to you, but his face just had an obnoxious smirk on it. Walt’s eyes briefly cut to you but then returned to Ransom. “Although, she’s pretty young, isn’t she?”

Ransom rolled his eyes, still smirking. “Well, it’s not like I picked her, is it Walt? You got a problem with it, go tell Mom or Grandad.”

You bit your lip at being spoken about like you weren’t sitting right there. But you knew better than to cause a scene, so you quietly said, “Excuse me,” and left the table. Neither of them seemed to notice, locked in a hostile stare-down.

You’d only made it a few feet when someone you didn’t recognize was pulling you aside to offer their congratulations. You smiled and politely nodded through it and when it was done you were grabbed by someone else and then someone else. You crossed paths with Steve briefly before you were both pulled in other directions. You only got a break when they started serving dinner. You got back to your seat to find Ransom sitting alone, sipping his scotch as full plates of food were placed before you. You didn’t have much of an appetite.

You picked at your food and mostly moved it around the plate, while Ransom ate hungrily beside you. Neither of you said anything. After the second course was served, the speeches started. Joseph mostly spoke about the two families coming together and all the opportunities that represented. You wanted to stage whisper to him that it was customary to at least mention the couple at some point, but then he sprinkled Ransom’s name in. A brief mention of how proud he was to be gaining a son like him. You wanted to laugh. They barely knew each other. As if Joseph cared at all about what kind of man he was giving you to. You were finally mentioned at the very end as he toasted his “beautiful stepdaughter and her new husband. To a long and fruitful marriage!” You wanted to break something.

Harlan, for his part, was much more focused. He, of course, referenced all the new opportunities this would bring, it was why you were all here, after all. But he mostly talked about his grandson, how much he loved him, all the potential Ransom had, and once again, how good you were going to be for him. You wondered if you just started screaming right there, what people would do.

As for Ransom, judging by his body language, he seemed to enjoy both speeches just as much as you had. You wondered if the rest of the guests could feel how miserable you both were and just chose to ignore it. Probably.

When the speeches were done and the tables were cleared, it was time for your first dance. Ransom made it clear by the way he stood up that this was the last thing he wanted to be doing. You tried not to let it bother you, it wasn’t like you were especially excited about this either, and kept your head held high as you came around the table to join him. He took your hand to lead you onto the dance floor and you were once again surprised by the way he held it gently when you’d half-expected him to drag you out there.

You hadn’t chosen whatever song you were about to dance to. You could’ve, probably, but you’d begged off of most of the decision-making for the day, unable to drum up an opinion on any of it. So you had no right to complain as the opening strains of “At Last” filled the ballroom, but you had to stifle an eye-roll anyway. Of course, they went for something that romantic, that cliche. They were all lucky you didn’t burst out laughing.

Ransom pulled you in close with a hand on your lower back, as you put one of yours on his shoulder and he took your other hand in his. It all felt strangely respectful, the way his hand didn’t wander from the small of your back and he held you close but not too close, with plenty of breathing room between you. You weren’t sure how to wrap your head around it, what it all meant.

He was a good dancer, most likely the product of formal dance lessons as a teenager, just like you’d had. It made it easy to keep your polite smile in place as all eyes in the room were on you.

“You’re good at that,” Ransom said.

You shrugged. “A variety of dance classes since I was seven.”

He chuckled. “No, I meant the smiling thing.” When you just looked at him, confused, he continued. “Unless you’re much dumber than I think, you hate this just as much as I do. But look at you, that smile hasn’t dropped all fucking day. You’re having such a nice time, aren’t you? Being the good girl they all expect you to be. Can’t ever let them know you’re upset. Oh no, that just isn’t done.”

You nearly tripped, but you had the good grace to keep going. You kept your face pleasant to everyone watching as you gritted out “And what am I supposed to do instead, huh? Glower and glare because I didn’t get what I wanted? Be an asshole to everyone? And where exactly would that get me? We’re both here, Ransom, stuck in this. At least my way of dealing with it doesn’t make anyone else’s life more difficult.”

He chuckled again. “No one’s but mine,” he said, but instead of just irritation, there was a glimmer in his eye, too, that you couldn’t begin to interpret. It was almost like part of him was having fun.

The song ended, fading into the next, and more couples joined you on the dance floor. Keeping your hand in his, Ransom led you back to the table, depositing you there and grabbing his drink, before disappearing amongst the tables.

Ransom didn’t come back. You'd stayed at the table for a bit, for want of anything else to do. When you got bored of that, you wandered through the crowd, accepting congratulations and trying to find familiar faces. You knew there were a few of your own friends in attendance, but you were afraid to face them, knowing you’d see pity on the faces of the luckily single and recognition on those who were already married. You wouldn’t see much of them anymore anyway, with you leaving for Boston the next day. You couldn’t think about that yet. Focus on what’s in front of you.

You were periodically offered champagne from a passing server and you accepted every time, leading to you now feeling pleasantly floaty. It was a nice break from just how very much you’d been feeling the rest of the day.

You arrived back at your seat, without really intending to, to find Steve waiting for you. He was staring into the corner of the room with a disgruntled expression. “I could fucking kill him,” he mumbled.

You followed his gaze and found Ransom with a group of Harvard-looking bros doing shots by the bar. You shrugged. “He’s getting drunk over there and I’m getting drunk over here,” you said as you downed your champagne and began looking around for a server.

Steve sighed your name. “Come on, let’s sit down.”

He guided you to a chair and then sat down beside you. “Where’d you get off to?” you asked.

Steve rolled his eyes and groaned. “Dad,” was all he said. You nodded. For all that he wasn’t in your situation, as his father’s heir, he had many heavy responsibilities and obligations weighing on him. You were both caged in by this family.

“Does that mean you’re speaking to him again?” you asked, your voice free of judgment.

Even so, he grimaced. “Only when I have to.” He sighed and looked at you. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, Steve,” you said, sincerely.

He shook his head. “It’s not.” He paused, then, “I wish there’d been a way for me to stop this.”

“Steve,” you sighed. It wasn’t worth talking about again.

Over by the bar, Ransom let out a loud, hearty laugh that carried over to where you were sitting. Steve glared. “You don’t deserve this,”

You shrugged. “It’s what I have, I guess.” Then before he could continue the conversation, you added, “Can we please talk about anything else?”

He looked at you carefully and then nodded. “Sure,” he said, the sympathy in his eyes almost too much for you to bear, and then launched into a twenty-minute explanation of the painting he was working on. You didn’t think you’d ever been more grateful for him. And you hadn’t even thought to ask a server for more champagne.

The conversation only ended when your mother appeared in front of you. Steve stood up to greet her, smiling warmly, and then excused himself, squeezing your hand as he went.

“Honey, we’re going to go. I just wanted to make sure I said goodbye to you first.”

You stood up and hugged her. “You’ll be there to send us off tomorrow, right?”

“Oh, honey, no. Joseph had something come up and you know how hard it is for me to get around by myself.”

You felt the bottom drop out of everything. “You’re not going to say goodbye?”

“Of course, I am, darling. That’s what I’m doing right now.”

Suddenly, only focusing on what was directly in front of you was impossible. You were married to a stranger who couldn’t stand you. Tomorrow, you would be leaving everything you knew to go to a new home where you didn’t have anything or anyone. And your mom wouldn’t even be there to say goodbye.

“Steve would come to get you, you know he would,” you tried desperately.

“Honey, no, I can’t,” she said firmly and it took everything in you not to burst into tears. “Now, come on,” she drew you into another hug. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

“Mom,” you whispered, your voice so thick. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“Of course, you can,” she pulled back and looked you in the eye. “I know it seems hard, now, but it’ll be easier than you think to keep him happy.” She gently touched your cheek. “All you have to do is listen, and not argue too much. You’re going to be such a good wife and mother. I just know it.”

She leaned forward to hug you again and you went stiff in her arms. Everything she’d gone through – two marriages that weren’t her choice, a husband that was so cold to her and her daughter, a lonely life. And here she was, offering you up for the same fate. You didn’t know how you were supposed to bear this.

“Have a safe flight,” she whispered in your ear and then she was gone. You didn’t watch her go. You just sank back into your chair, ready for the night to end.

A while later, you heard someone call your name. You turned around to see Richard. “I think it’s time for Ransom to call it a night.” You followed Richard’s gaze to see Ransom slumped over in a chair. You almost asked him why he was telling you. Then you remembered that Ransom was your husband now. Your problem, your responsibility. You nodded to Richard and thanked him, smiling at him, of fucking course.

When you got to Ransom, he looked up at you and laughed. “Well, if it isn’t the wife!” he slurred. “We were just talking about you.” You looked over at the men on either side of him, equally drunk, and tried not to feel too humiliated.

The crowd was thinning, but there were still people around and you could feel their eyes on you, so you did your best to keep your tone and face calm. “Ransom, it’s time to go up to our room.”

One of his companions snickered and you were suddenly struck by what might await you in that room. You’d been so focused on just getting through the next thing that you’d protected yourself from thinking about what he might want, what he might demand, once you were alone. But looking at him now, as he struggled to stand up or get any control over his body at all, you hoped that you might be safe for this night, at least.

Steve appeared at your elbow. “Fucking ridiculous,” he mumbled, low enough that it didn’t seem to be for you. Then louder he asked, “You need help getting him up to the room?”

You turned to him to answer, but then you saw Linda over his shoulder, watching you both carefully. You shook your head. “No, you can’t. I’ll be fine. I’ll–” Ransom took that moment to fall loudly back into his chair. He was way too big for you to handle on your own. You sighed and looked around for anyone who might help. “I’ll get Richard to help me.”

Steve looked at you confused. “I can do it.”

“I know,” you said, “but I just can’t let you. It– The way it would look,” you shook your head again.

You could tell he still didn’t get it, but he let it drop. “Ok. I’ll see you tomorrow. And if you need anything between now and then,” he sent a scathing look to Ransom, “you call me.”

You nodded, knowing you wouldn’t, as he squeezed your wrist and left and you went to track down Richard.

After much struggle, you finally got Ransom into the honeymoon suite, Richard retreating as soon as his son was safely dumped into an armchair next to the bed. And then you were alone with him. You just stared at him for a moment, then asked, “Can you get yourself undressed?”

“ ‘fcourse,” he mumbled, then thrashed around in his tux jacket. You put a hand on his shoulder, trying to still his wild movements, then tugged off the jacket. You carefully began unbuttoning his shirt, trying to touch him no more than absolutely necessary, but he still smirked at you. “That desperate to get me naked?” he asked. You rolled your eyes and tried to keep going, but a hand on your wrist stopped you. “Hey,” he said, very seriously. He tried to lock eyes with you, but his kept drooping, as he continued. “We don’t have to do anything t’night. Not if you don’t want.”

You scoffed. “Yeah?” you asked. “Is that you or your whiskey dick talking?” You regretted it immediately, you were so tired. You waited for the insult to land, to see how he’d react, but he’d stopped paying attention, his head lolling against the back of the chair. You finished with the buttons and kneeled in front of him to take off his shoes. When that was done, you stood back up. “Please tell me you can get your own pants.”

He nodded, shrugging off his unbuttoned shirt, and stood up. He struggled with his belt for a few minutes, but eventually got it off, then pawed at his fly until he was able to undo that as well. As he moved to the bed, his pants slowly slid down his legs. You tried not to look at him, but you couldn’t help yourself. Under any other circumstances, you would find him so beautiful. It wasn’t fair. How dare he look like that and treat you like this. Just another aspect of this whole fucking mess that made you want to cry.

He stumbled to the edge of the bed and then threw himself forward, collapsing onto it face down, lying across it diagonally. Almost immediately, he started snoring. You just stood there a moment, watching him take up the entire bed. Fuck. It was fine. It’s not like you were going to sleep much anyway. You tugged his pants the rest of the way off his legs and threw them onto the pile of the rest of his clothes.

You turned your attention back to yourself and stopped, suddenly gripped by panic. You tried to reach behind yourself and begin unfastening your dress, but the line of delicate hook and eye fastenings was too difficult to get without being able to see them. And you couldn’t reach all of them anyway. Oh god, you were going to be stuck in your dress all night.

There was no one to help you. Ransom was out like a light and would be too drunk and clumsy even if he were conscious. Your mom had gone home. You couldn’t call Steve. He would come help at the drop of a hat, but if anyone saw him coming into your room… No. You were completely alone.

Every feeling you’d tried to push down and ignore this whole awful day came bubbling to the surface. You finally cried, your body wracked with sobs. You couldn’t control it. As you did, you still tried to wrestle with your dress, but your panic and sorrow made getting out of it impossible. So you sank down to the ground and just let the tears come.

When you were finally all cried out, you stood up and moved to the bathroom. You took off your makeup and took down your hair, redoing it in the way you always slept in. You brushed your teeth and finished up with your skincare routine. Then you went back into the bedroom and grabbed a blanket off the bed. You moved into the adjoining living room and sank down onto the couch, arranging your giant dress around you. You turned on the TV and settled on a marathon of some procedural crime show you were pretty sure you’d seen before. You couldn’t decide whether or not you wanted the night to go quickly.

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Dark!Ransom and innocent reader.

imagine he gets hard again but for the first time he doesn’t hide it. So she notices it and ask him about it. He wants and needs her touch so he acts like he is hurt and needs a special massage.

Ofc she wants to help him and he teaches her how to give a hand job (make it seem like a massage) 🥵

Title: A little help

Dark!Best friend!Ransom Drysdale x naive!innocent!reader

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - The following fic contains: Explicit smut/DUB-CON, power imbalance, abuse of innocence, childhood best friends AU, manipulation, soft!dark!Ransom, possessive/obsessive!Ransom, mentions of virginity, virginity kink, oral sex (M receiving), dirty talk, dirty thoughts, slight degradation, praising, use of petname (missy, darling), Ransom is a pervert.

Summary: Ransom decides to use his best friend’s naivety and innocence when he can’t hold himself back from desiring her anymore.

3rd person POV

For the longest time Ransom can remember, he has always had a major crush on his childhood best friend, - Y/N L/N. He had managed to suppress it for the longest time, - through primary school, middle school, high school and currently college - the last being the brink of breaking his resolution.

His heart couldn’t take it anymore witnessing his darling gaining more male attention as years went by. She would be approached by guys sometimes here and there, but Ransom always successfully managed to scare them away with his death glare alone. He had loved her since before she flourished into the beautiful lady she had become, and he didn’t think anyone would ever deserve loving only a piece of something that goes beyond her as a person.

He is the only one to know her to the fullest, he had told himself. He was there from when they were kids, playing house in the backyard, to when they finally graduated high school and he took her first kiss accidentally while they were drunk in his newly bought beemer, - his graduation present.

He wasn’t drunk though.

They had shared sweet moments that could never compare to anything she could possibly share with another potential partner, and that was why he had decided he would try winning her heart beyond their hard bonded friendship. To try breaking their friendship in a way that works in both favors.

He wants her feel those tingles whenever she saw him instead of the usual pure excitement. He wants her to want him as much as he wants her.

One time on a nice Friday evening when she was at his apartment for a movie night, he decided to walk around with his sweater off, - his excuse being that he was feeling ‘too hot’. No knowledge to her, it was all about teasing and attracting her to him.

He wanted to know if his body could awake subtle reactions from her, and to his delight it did. In the corner of Ransom’s eye, while he settled down on the couch beside her again, he could see her widened eyes wandering, with her thighs subconsciously rubbing against each other. He smirked, pretending he was finding something amusing on the TV screen, but in his head he had confirmed something.

She is sexually attracted to me.

I have a chance.

After a brief silence between the two, he had wanted to break it, but Y/N beat him to it.

“Ransom…” she murmured his name, audibly enough to catch his attention, though it had never left her anyway. He turned his head, curious to hear what she had to say.

Her eyes wandered a bit once more with furrowed eyebrows, as if she was dealing with conflicting thoughts or trying to find the right words.

“I just realized…you’ve grown to be a very pretty man, you know that right?”

Ransom was left with his lips parted, surprised to be hearing that of all the things she could have said.

But actually no. He wasn’t too surprised, - far from it the more he rethought it.

Because she was not like any other girl he had hooked up with previously when he had tried to suppress his feelings for his best friend. She was not like the ones who would call him smoking hot and sexy whenever he stripped in front of them and was ready to have them make his dick wet.

No, she was far too pure for that.

‘Pretty man’, - so innocent and simple. That was enough for him to know he had to make her become his. He had always fantasized about it, but now it was a matter of making it a reality.

The thought of letting her go to someone else - to have someone else take her innocence to their self pleasure made him see red. Ransom could not allow that. He could never bear it.

Ransom thanked her for the compliment and excused himself after as he felt he was growing hard, his large bulge becoming visible through his pants. He had to wank one off in the bathroom as he had his thoughts surrounded of her. Imagining his cock between those plump lips of hers was enough to make him cum so quickly.

“Fuck, Y/N…my darling….” he muttered her name, adding her petname through a moan as he was cumming and wasting his load into the toilet water.

Ransom had to reassure himself that one day he would not waste it, - that it would instead be all for her to drink and be stuffed full of. He was looking forward to when that time would come.

Time passed by quickly and it was another Friday movie night, this time at hers.

Her place of which if anything were to go wrong, she would have nowhere to go.

They were getting into one of Y/N’s favorites, - ‘Titanic’. Ransom decided he would put his perverted plan of the night in action again halfway through the movie, though this one was beyond simply exposing his chest.

Ransom made himself think of the dirtiest things, - how it would be to have a taste of her with her thighs spread wide open as he ravaged her. How it would be to slip his fingers into her cute, slippery wet cunt as he witnessed her face fall apart from pleasure. How it would be if she put his hands on him, - oh, how he was craving her touch so bad.

His grin turned wicked when he felt himself growing hard under his pants. He spread his legs wider, practically displaying his boner as he pulled an uncomfortable frown and groaned. His knee bumped into Y/N’s, which was when she looked down unbothered only to notice his massive tent, almost poking out through his trousers.

Her eyes widened with surprise, leaving her speechless when Ransom had caught her looking. “Uh, Ransom…you’re…um…”

Ransom’s eyes trailed down to where Y/N was firmly staring at and shrugged casually, “Oh yeah, it’s been bugging me all day. Been hard and it fucking hurts…”

“Hurts?” She asked, her tone of worry now, and Ransom swore he could have busted a nut with how her doe eyes were staring at him with her lips parted.

“Yeah, darling…it hurts cause my dick’s hard as a rock and I’m not able to relieve myself…it strains me and because of that I’m in pain.” Ransom almost whined, his eyebrows knitted as if sharing this piece of experience was painful in itself. He palmed his bulge, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Oh…” Y/N responded, bewildered and a bit embarrassed she hadn’t known of this. “That sounds terrible…maybe we should call a doctor?”

“Missy, the doctor’s not going to be able to help me with this at 09:30 PM…” Ransom said in midst of laughing. “It’s not how it works anyway…I need something that can…stimulate me,…you know, like a massage. But my own hand doesn’t work. It’s like how it doesn’t feel as good to scratch your own back as when somebody else does it for you. It just feels better and makes me loosen up...” Ransom explained carefully.

There was a brief silence where Y/N was biting her lip as if she was thinking thoroughly about what to say next. It didn’t take long until she met his gaze again.

“Do you…want me to help you, Ran? I can give you a massage if you need it…”

And he had her exactly where he wanted her.

His face lit up innocently, but it was all pretend. “You’d really do that for me, darling?”

“Yes, I don’t want you to hurt anymore…- but I don’t know how to help without it being weird between us….it would be out of place if we were to…you know…do ‘inappropriate things’…no?”

Ransom was aware Y/N knew what sex was. Everyone had went through sex eduction after all. However, to his advantage she had no clue about male anatomy. He could say his cum is a good recourse of protein and she would probably believe it. But while it was tempting to convince her to have her use her mouth this evening, he knew for her sake that it would be best to take it slow.

“It won’t be weird, missy…it’s just a ‘special massage’, nothing else…- what, were you thinking of sex? Is that where your head’s at?”

“No! No, no, no, I-I just…I didn’t think…” she was stumbling with her words at this point, her cheeks flushed as she looked to the side while Ransom began to unzip his pants.

“Hm, your mind is dirtier than I thought. Helping your best friend feel better from being uncomfortable isn’t sex. You’re a dumb baby for assuming that’s how it works.”

Y/N’s face scrunched, growing more embarrassed as Ransom taunted her innocence. “I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t know…” she then inched closer to him, ready to give him a helping hand like she always do.

Ransom swore he could feel his heart skip a few beats as his eyes followed her hand, reaching out for his cock. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but then again Ransom always got what he wanted.

He could sense Y/N’s hesitance as she placed her hand beneath his cock, on his pants. He snickered while reaching for her shoulder to pat with reassurance.

“Go on, don’t be shy…” Ransom purred as he rested his arms on the sofa cushions. “I trust you. Don’t you trust me, missy?”

She looked up at him once again, nodding with a timid smile before her fingertips reached over to wrap around his shaft, making him groan.

“That’s it…grab firmly around the base and keep motioning it up and down to the tip..” he instructed, his breathing already turning irregular with each stroke Y/N did. Her hand was so soft, and what made him feel all the more aroused was facing with the fact that it was hers. Her delicate hand working on his cock, something he has dreamed of for so long.

“Am I doing a good job, Ran? Is the pain going away?” Y/N asked innocently, her face with complete concentration on doing her given task.

“You’re doing amazing, darling…fuck, you’re making me feel so good too. Such a good girl you are..” he rasped his praise to her. Ransom’s eyes were clouded with lust as he stared back at her. He took a quick peek at her breasts, which with her current crouched position were being squished together, defining their round forms better. He let out a sharp gasp for air as he shut his eyes again, concentrating on not cumming too quick.

“Fuck, if you could just…fondle my balls with your other hand, - the pain will go away faster…”

Y/N immediately followed through with his next demand, cupping his heavy balls while she stroked his length, pre-cum dripping heavily.

Y/N’s breathing was growing shallow, her face flushed as her eyes didn’t stop staring down his cock with fascination. How big and veiny he was. She was practically drooling at the sight as it throbbed for each thrust, pulsing for more.

She had denied being a virgin once when Ransom had asked about it, but with the way she was looking at his cock, he could tell she probably still was but was too embarrassed to admit it back then.

He preferred thinking of it that way anyway. He should be the first to enter her little cute pussy when the time was right after all. Only him.

“Go faster, darling…ngh I’m so close…so close to feeling better.” Ransom moaned while gripping the sofa cushions. Y/N bit her lip at his response and eagerly used both of her hands to stroke him faster.

It was too much for him. He had craved her touch for so long, and now that he was getting his craving, he was becoming overwhelmed. With her, he had turned into a horny teenager again. It couldn’t be helped.

Ransom threw his head back as he announced his climax, “Fuck! Shit! M’gonna…!” and with that, his cum spurted out while his hips rocked upwards, the substance mostly splattering on Y/N’s hand making her yelp in surprise. His cock became glazed with his load, making it look even more tasty for Y/N.

Y/N didn’t know why she was feeling so needy and hot by the sight of it. She only knew it felt good.

She witnessed his cock softening, and to that she was convinced she had successfully helped her best friend make ‘his pain’ go away. She looked at him in the eye, hoping he could confirm.

When his breathing became regular again, he raised his head up again to look at her and smiled proudly.

Ransom quickly tucked his cock back in his pants and wiped her hand from the spurts that had got her with the use of a napkin as he gave her a kiss on her cheek, before pulling her into his embrace, “Mmh, my dear best friend…you did such a good job of making my pain go away. I can always count on you.”

They stopped paying much attention to the movie playing in front of them as they cuddled, and Ransom was already planning in his head for next week’s movie night. He couldn’t wait.

A/N: Thank you anon for sparking me with some inspiration! This was very enjoyable to write!

Hearts & Reblogs are always appreciated! <3

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ramp-it-up · 2 years

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All These Things and More

Paring: Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Minx)

Part of the Minx Series

Word Count: 2.8 K

Summary: Ransom is a dad now, but you’re neglecting Daddy

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, RPF. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Cute little baby vibes, Ransom as a soft dad, Minx as a good mom, a little bit of angst, going overboard for the holidays, pining. Lactation kink, breast play, oral sex (m receiving), degradation kink, allusion to fingering, female receiving oral, creampie, edging, overstimulation, and anal.

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask. This is a companion piece to Coercion and Marshmallow World.

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Ransom rolled over into a pile of pink cuteness.

You were dead asleep in your custom pink chiffon nursing nightgown, and his daughter, dressed in a flowery pink footed sleeper, had wiggled out of your arms and was sitting up, staring at him with the biggest, prettiest eyes he’d ever seen.

Ransom frowned when he realized that you must have gotten up to get her from the nursery in the middle of the night instead of waking him. He’d told you about getting your rest. But Golden was going through a growth spurt and had taken to waking up in the middle of the night after a few months of sleeping through.

Ransom’s frown melted as his daughter smiled and laughed at him, waving cutely. Another woman had his heart now and her puff of blonde curly hair and light brown skin made her the most beautiful baby in the world, he thought.

Especially since he thought she looked just like you.

“Hey Goldennnn.”

He reached out for her and drew her onto his chest.

“How’s Daddy’s little girl this mornin’?’”

Ransom whispered his Boston drawl to his daughter, careful not to wake you up. It was only 5:30 AM.

“Bbbbbbbbbbbbb… DaDaDaDaDa.”

Even though she was blowing bubbles and climbing on his face, Ransom’s heart beat out of his chest at his daughter’s address.

“That’s right. Dada!”

Ransom whispered excitedly. He smiled at her and decided she needed some new diamond earrings, the ones in her ears were too small. As he lifted her, he also decided that she needed to be changed.

Ransom looked over to you to make sure you were still sleeping, then, he eased out of the bed and managed to get her down the hall to her nursery to change her diaper and sit down in the rocker after warming a bottle of breastmilk that you kept in the mini fridge in her room.

Ransom was the only one who could get her to take a bottle, otherwise, you breastfed her exclusively, with a few baby foods, even at 8 months old.

Golden got sleepy right away after taking most of the warm bottle, and Ransom cleaned her lips with the burp cloth and gazed at her sleeping face for a while, before putting her on his chest and daydreaming of your wedding the previous year.

You got the big June wedding of your dreams, despite Ransom wanting to elope. And it was outside, which really sucked because his fucking allergies made Ransom tear up just as you were walking down the aisle.

Your insipid little friends were always talking about how star studded the wedding was, but all Ransom remembered was you in your stunning dress and the adventure of making love to his wife that night.

You had him sex starved after depriving him for a month, and let’s just say that he’d had to pay off some of the hotel staff. You probably got pregnant that night, as much cum as there was everywhere.

Ransom was awakened by a flash going off because you were snapping pictures.

“Sorry Ran.”

You whispered and grinned at your man. He was such a good father. And you knew he loved you, he even told you so when he felt especially secure. Usually after you let him do everything that he (and you) wanted in bed.

Ransom rubbed his eyes and stood up to gently put Golden in her crib. He watched her for a minute and then walked over to you.

“I told you about that, Minx.”

“But you look so cute when you’re being Golden’s dad. Makes me want you more, Daddy.”

You pouted up at him and his heart melted. He loved him some you, especially since you’d become his wife and mother to his child. But he tried to look tough, which only seemed to make you light up more.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Minx.”

Ransom bent down and hauled you up over his shoulder, giving your ass a slap as you giggled your way down the hall.

“I swear, If you wake her up….”

He deposited you on the bed as you let down the straps of your nightgown.

“I appreciate you feeding her, but what am I gonna do with all this milk now? I’m so uncomfortable. Need some relief Ran, baby…”

You looked up at him with those huge doe eyes and those huge, full tits, and his dick got hard.

Ransom always loved your tits, but they were huge with weight right now and pointing right at him.

He was super excited to help out, but he rolled his eyes to feign disinterest.

“Shit. I have to do everything around here. Have to be the Nanny, have to be the breast pump.”

You started to cover up, knowing this game too well.

“Sorry, Ran.”

Ransom saw your pout, sighed and climbed into bed with you, reaching for you and pulling you near.

“Come over here, Minx.”

The look on Ransom’s face betrayed his need as he reached for you. You smiled at him, ready to enjoy a morning in his arms. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he started to relieve you with those lips of his, and his hands, oh his hands, they relieved you in other ways.

After Ransom put you to sleep and had a quick shower, Golden woke up and Ransom hurried into her room.

A father’s work was never done.

That was the week before Thanksgiving, over a month ago, and it was the last time he felt you had time for him. Your first Christmas together as a married couple, you were six months pregnant, and the Holidays were spent with Ransom cussing out his family and friends who accused you of trying to trap him with a baby.

“Fucking idiot, can you fucking count?” Was his favorite refrain.

Ransom didn’t tell them that you didn’t trap them with this baby, you’d blackmailed him into a relationship using a recording of him blackmailing you with revenge porn months before the wedding.

You two also spent the Holidays eating and lazily fucking every night, morning, and any other time you got your greedy little hands on his dick. He was in heaven, the center of your little newlywed world.

This holiday season had been both the best, and the worst, for Ransom. It was going to be Golden’s first Christmas, and, as a true Thrombey woman (you included) she was fascinated with shiny things.

His little girl had his eyes and your smile and brown skin, causing everyone to stop and stare who saw her. An added bonus was that when she was born, his parents stopped being such assholes, because Golden had everyone wrapped around her teeny tiny little finger.

This Christmas, you were a woman possessed. Well, more than usual.

The second Thanksgiving was over, because Ransom would not permit it before then, you went into full Golden’s First Christmas mode.

Friday morning, Ransom rolled over and both you and Golden were gone. The bed was empty, and cold.

Nanny number one, Lina, had Golden and was bottle feeding her in her room. Ransom was livid.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Ransom made the poor woman jump, but she managed a smile anyway.

“Oh, Mr. Hugh. Mrs. Drysdale said that you would be thrilled that someone else could feed the baby. Surprise.”

Ransom was boiling mad on the inside.

“It’s Ransom. Mr. Drysdale to you, Lina,” Ransom spat as he watched his baby girl giggle in Lina’s arms.

She pulled off the bottle to say, “Dadadadada,” as if admonishing him. He leaned over, rubbed her hair and kissed her forehead, noting her sleepy eyes.

“Make sure that you burp her before you put her down.”

Ransom put on his robe and slippers over his silk pajamas and padded downstairs, expecting to find you there. What he did find was the chef, Angie, in the kitchen and a note from you.

You had gone shopping with Linda, of all people. Ransom was left alone. So he moped around the house in between playing with Golden all day until you got home, loaded down with tons of Christmas decorations.

He was surly at the dinner table while you rattled off your holiday plans, but you didn’t notice, or didn’t care, and by the time Ransom was ready for you to make it up to him, he found you and Golden knocked out in the bed.

It was this way for a month. Shopping, deliveries and installation of lights, trees, decorations, parties and playdates, everything that you thought Golden would love. But no nookie for Daddy. And you even had the nerve to begin to wean Golden, which meant your milk supply was getting low.

Ransom was someone even the Grinch would think would need to lighten up.

And the presents.

The entire first level was filled with presents for Golden. Ransom bought out FAO Schwarz for her. And the diamond district in New York was well compensated for dealing with Ransom on his search for the most flawless matching Mommy/Daughter diamonds.

But for some inexplicable reason, he missed you.

You were with him every night, next to him in bed, but he didn’t have your attention. It was bad enough that you spent so much time on the baby, but that was only right. You were his soul mate. Even though he’d loved you madly, when you became mother to his child, it seems he loved you more.

But now, you were obsessed with being Mrs. Claus, not Mrs. Drysdale. And that pissed Ransom off. Big time.

Ransom was still a grumpy bug when the families gathered on Christmas Eve for dinner and stayed over on Christmas morning to watch Golden “open” her presents.

He wasn’t telling people to eat shit, but you knew he was unsettled. But you didn’t know that he had a plan.

On Christmas night, after Golden was in bed, Ransom switched off the Christmas carols that had been piped throughout the house.

You went up to him, full of mirth and quipped, “My house, my rules, the Christmas music stays on.”

Ransom rolled his eyes and didn’t laugh, clearly done with being in the Christmas spirit.

“What’s wrong, Ran?”

“Nothing. Just got to get away from this nonsense. I’m leaving.”

Panic filled you. You thought he finally had enough.

“But Ransom, why? Will you leave me and Golden?”

“Oh shut up Minx, I’d never leave Golden. And you’re coming with me. Pack a bag.”

You were filled with relief, but you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t push back.

“Where are we going, Ransom? I can’t just…”

“You can, and you will. Golden had a great Christmas. She hardly knew what was going on, but she loved it. Now it’s my turn.”

You loved it when Ransom pouted and was needy, but you tried to reason with him.

“How long will we be gone Ran….?”

“Am I your husband?”

Ransom yelled at you. For the first time since Golden was born.

You were shook; Ransom was really emotional.

“Of course, but…”

“But nothing. Your mother is here, she’d be thrilled to fight Linda for the privilege to watch Golden. And you’ve almost weaned her. It’s perfect. You need to spend some time attending to your wifely duties. Which means you pay attention to me.”

Ransom wasn’t yelling anymore, but he was still adamant.

You fought the urge to laugh at Ransom because he had a point. You’d virtually ignored him. You decided to go with the flow.

“Well, what do I need to pack? Is it cold wherever we’re going?”

“I’m sure it is. Just pack enough for a day or two. We’ll go shopping when we get there, that is if you’re not too much of a cockslut and can have me not filling all your holes for a couple of hours…”

You shivered at the delicious promise. And you were ready to go right now. You reached for his pants. Ransom pushed you away.

“Save it, we’ve got to leave in an hour. Be ready.”

Ransom walked into his closet and left you reeling.

You met Ransom in the car in 56 minutes, only packing three Hermes bags to take along. You were shifting in your seat, wet already, wondering what adventures awaited you ahead.

Ransom spared you a cursory glance, but was silent most of the way.

“Stop squirming, it’s annoying,” was the only thing he said to you.

But you looked down and noticed that he was tapping his finger on his thigh. And that his pants were very tight around his crotch area. It was then that you realized that you missed him as much as he missed you.

“Sorry Ran, It’s just that I don’t have any panties on, and this sweater dress feels kinda good…”

You crossed and uncrossed your legs, capturing Ransom’s eyes which went from the supple leather of your brown boots, up the hem of your dress that matched the sweater that he had on. You could see him gulp and lick his lips. He shifted and then replied.

“I don’t give a fuck, calm your ass down and stop moving.”

“Yes, Ran.”

The look that you gave him, coupled with the faux show of submission had him almost feral. He leaned forward and banged on the partition.

“Speed it up, asshole!”

You smirked in your seat as Ransom tried to spur the driver on.

“You seem tense, Ran. Anything I can do to help.”

You put your hand on his knee.

“You should do something, since you got me all wound up. Didn’t want to jack off and spill my seed down the shower. Since we got married, you said it would only be used to fill you up.”

You rubbed his thigh.

“I’m sorry, Ransom. Can.. can you let me swallow it down my throat?”

Ransom didn’t respond, although you were squeezing his dick through his pants. You took that as a yes and got down between his legs, unzipping him and bring out his large dick.

Ransom looked down on you and placed one hand on your head and the other found your nipple through the dress. You weren’t wearing a bra either.

You spit on his dick and started pumping him, licking your lips as he stared you down.

“No underwear at all. Just live to get fucked. You’re my little whore, aren’t you? You still love to be a freak. Suck my dick, Minx. Not too sloppy now.”

Ransom leaned back and thrust his bobbing and weaving dick up at you as your pussy wept and your mouth watered.

“Yes, Daddy.”

You nodded and opened your mouth, deep throating him, red lipstick leaving marks on his throbbing member as you slowly pulled off.

“Fuck, Minx.”

You bobbed on his cock, choking and coughing and spluttering, while managing to keep everything neat and playing with his balls.

“So, so, so, good with that hot little slut mouth, Minx. Fuck! Take it all.”

You loudly gulped as he came, causing him to pulse extra spend down your throat.

“Thank you for the fluff, Daddy.”

Ransom just grunted and zipped up as the car pulled down the road to the airstrip where the Thrombey Gulfstream was parked.

You turned to him with glee, clapping your hands.

“A flight? Where are we going?”

“Paris. Now get your ass on that plane.”

“Yay! Thank you Daddy.”

You kissed his cheek and got out of the car when the driver opened the door, ready to fly, while Ransom watched you with a warm feeling and rubbing his cheek. Damn, he was whipped.

After you boarded the plan, and toasted with champagne, Ransom told you of the plan to stay in that one hotel you loved from your honeymoon. The one with the view of the Eiffel Tower and the excellent room service.

“That’s great Ran. Because you’re right, you’re not gonna want to leave this pussy alone.”

Ransom’s eyes changed as you go up to enter the private bedroom on the plane. When he joined you in the room that was filled with a king sized bed, he found you sitting on the edge of the bed, leaned back, legs open.

Ransom pushed a few buttons on the keypad by the door to the bedroom cabin, and up popped a view of you sitting on the bed, displayed on the television above the door. Your eyes watched the monitor as Ransom stood before you and pushed you back down on the bed.

Ransom took your boots off, then pushed the dress up your body with his huge, warm hands, skimming your thighs up to your breasts. He pulled the garment off of you, then grabbed your hair for a searing kiss while he roughly groped and pinched your nipple.

You moaned at the delicious pain and at his passion, trying to tear his clothes off faster than he could disrobe as he went back down your body.

“Gonna make you cum until you beg me to stop, and then I’m gonna fuck this weeping cunt, filling you to the brim with my cum, Minx. Then I’m gonna take that ass. And if we have time on this seven hour flight, we’ll do it all over again.”

“Yes, Ransom.”

You pulled his hair as you watched him eat you out in high definition on the monitor, then flicked your eyes over to the camera to make sure the red light was on.

“All these things and more…”

You know what I’m gonna say…reblog? Please!

Read the next part: You Up?

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nicoline1998enilocin · 9 months

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Fluffcember Day 14 | Popping your cherry

Pairing | Roommate!Experienced!Ransom Drysdale x Roommate!Virgin!Fem!Reader

Word count | 1.9K

Summary | You're just coming home from the worst date, but it's good that your roommate, Ransom, is there to cheer you up. After a long talk with him, you confess you've only been looking for someone willing to take your virginity, and that's when Ransom steps in and is more than happy to help you do just that.

Rating | Mature (M)

Warning(s) | Use of a pet name (Sweets), soft!Ransom, Reader's age is mentioned once.

Angst | Light angst, Reader went on a bad date.

Smut | Taking virginity, fingering, protected sex, lots of praise.

A/n | This one-shot is written for day 14 of my Fluffcember 2023 Challenge. I always have a blast when writing for Ransom, so I can't wait to see what you all think of this! Thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this one ��

Events Masterlist | Roommate AU | @buckys-wintersoldier Masterlist | Date gone wrong | @anyfandomkinkbingo

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF credit: The owner

Main Masterlist | Ransom Drysdale Masterlist | Read on AO3

Honestly, you're not entirely sure where you went wrong during your date because you were having fun. More than him, apparently.

Because when you offered to go to one of your places, he made a weak excuse about his cat or something and stormed off.

So now, here you are, in a taxi back to your apartment, still frustrated that seemingly no one wants to help you with your problem.

You're about to finish college, and you're still a virgin. Of course, there's nothing wrong with that in and of itself, but you feel like you've been missing out on a fantastic experience based on how everyone around you always talks about it.

What you should have seen, however, is that the one person closest to you is more than willing to help you out if you ask. Your roommate, Ransom, has been there each time to pick you up after your dates have gone wrong, and it's killing him.

''Hi Sweets, how was it?'' Ransom asks as you walk in the door, but you're too ashamed to tell him how it went. Again.

Instead of answering Ransom, you storm off to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you before slipping off the sad excuse you call a dress and putting on some sweats and one of Ransom's sweaters.

When your hair is in a messy ponytail, and your make-up is off, you let yourself fall onto the bed with a loud sigh, and as if he could sense it, Ransom knocks on your door.

''Can I come in? I brought your favorite tea,'' Ransom says, his voice soft and gentle, which warms you from the inside. Despite that, you want to curl up into a ball, never to be seen by anyone ever again.

''Go away!'' you say, and keeping yourself from breaking down is challenging. Tears are fighting their way out, and you manage to slap your hand over your mouth to stifle the worst of the sob.

''Alright, I'm coming in,'' he says, swinging the door open, quickly walking over to your bed and putting the cup of tea and a small bowl of your favorite chocolates onto your nightstand.

''Hey, what's going on? C'mere,'' he says as he sits on your bed and pulls you into his lap. He's seated with his back against the headboard and his legs stretched out in front of himself.

His left hand is resting on the side of your head as you cry with long sobs against his chest, his right hand rubbing soft circles on your waist and hip to calm you down a little bit.

''It's okay, Sweets, I'm here with you. You're okay,'' he whispers in your hair as he keeps placing soft kisses in your hair to reinforce his words, effectively calming you down.

After nearly 30 minutes, you've finally calmed down enough, and you wipe your cheeks with the back of your hands, sniffling a few times before removing your head from his chest and looking at him.

''Hi beautiful girl,'' Ransom says with a soft smile and a twinkle in his eyes. Even when you feel like an absolute mess, he thinks you're the most beautiful woman on earth, and he's lucky that you're here in his arms.

''I'm not beautiful,'' you mumble, but Ransom laughs softly, his white teeth exposed as you hear the chuckle escape his lips.

''You are beautiful, Sweets. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and that says a lot because I have seen many of them. But none of them compare to you and your beauty,'' he tells you.

He strokes a few loose hairs behind your ear, and his knuckles slide over your jaw as he pulls his hand back. He leaves a trail of goosebumps behind, and a shiver runs down your spine.

''Are you willing to tell me what's on your mind?'' he asks, his eyes shooting from yours to your plump lips and back. He can never get enough of your beauty, and he will always get lost in the color of your eyes.

''Men are stupid,'' you say as you let yourself drop against his chest again, with a deep sigh this time. His arms wrap around you, and you pull your knees up to your chest so he can hold you close.

''Except you, of course, you're not stupid,'' you quickly say, and Ransom chuckles.

''I'm glad you said that; I almost started to worry!'' he jokes, a genuine laugh forming deep inside his chest, once again warming you from the inside out.

''This guy I went on a date with is stupid, though,'' you sigh, and Ransom tilts his head to look at you with a quirked brow, wondering for more information.

''I was asking if we should go here or to his place because I enjoyed myself, and I thought he did too, but he made up some shitty excuse about his cat, and here we are…'' you tell him, and Ransom pulls you a little tighter to his body.

''His loss,'' Ransom shrugs, and you sigh again as you cuddle up into his chest, reveling in his warmth. You found yourself in your happy place, and you're not planning on going any time soon.

''Sweets? Why do you go on so many dates to begin with? It's just curiosity, not judging you or anything,'' Ransom asks later that night.

You two have moved to lay under your duvet, and your head is lying on his chest, where you can hear his steady heartbeat. Your hand splayed out over his abdomen, your leg thrown over his.

His left arm is wrapped around you and is on your ribcage, moving slowly up and down with your breaths. His other arm is folded underneath his head, and he stares at the ceiling as his thoughts go a mile a minute.

''Well, everyone keeps telling me how amazing it was to lose their virginity at 16 years old and stuff, and here I am, nearly 26 and still a virgin! So, well... I've figured I'd take matters into my own hands, but so far, no one has been willing to do it...'' you sigh out, shutting your eyes tightly as you're trying not to be so embarrassed.

''Huh,'' Ransom mumbles. It takes a little while to come up with an idea, and he hopes you'll also be into it.

''What about me?'' he suddenly asks, and your head shoots up to meet his gaze.

''What about you?'' you ask, though you're pretty sure you know what he's getting at with his question.

''If you're sure you want to lose your virginity, I am more than okay with doing that. But only if you are, too. If not, we can drop it and never talk about it again,'' he tells you, but that isn't necessary.

''A-are you... I mean... You'd do that for me?'' you ask, a little unsure now, but the more you think about it, the more it makes sense. There's no one in your life who you'd trust more than Ransom.

''Of course, Sweets. I'd do anything for you,'' he tells you before he guides you off of him, and he crawls over you, effectively caging you in.

''Ransom, please...'' you beg softly, and that's all he needs to know what you want. He leans down, capturing your lips with his in a soft, gentle kiss that takes your breath away, and you need more.

Your tongue slides over his bottom lip, and he opens his mouth to grant you access, your hand sliding into his hair to pull him impossibly closer.

His lower half is leaning on yours, and you can feel how hard he is right now as he's throbbing in his pants from the anticipation of what's about to happen. He'll be your first; after this, he plans never to let you go.

You moan softly as his hips start rolling against yours, and Ransom can't help but smile into the kiss before letting go and sitting on his knees, looking at you.

''I need words before I move on, Sweets. Because I need you to know that if we go through with this, you'll be mine, and I'm not letting you go. If you want me to stop at any point, you can tell me, and we can stop, no strings attached,'' he tells you, but you want him. Now.

''Yes, Ransom. Please take my virginity and make me yours. All I want is to be yours,'' you tell him, now almost getting impatient.

Within no time, you're both completely bare, and Ransom has sunk two of his long, thick fingers into your entrance, moving slowly to get you adjusted to the size of them.

''R-Ransom, I'm close!'' you tell him as he curls his fingers, the tension inside you building more and more, ready to snap. All you need is for him to give some love to your clit, and you'll fall over the edge, but he wants you to say it.

''What do you need, Sweets? Tell me, and I'll let you come,'' he says with a mischievous smile, and you groan in response.

''Need you to rub my clit!'' you tell him, and he obeys immediately, making you fall over the edge almost instantly.

''Look at you cumming for me; look so good for me, Sweets. Such a good girl,'' he grumbles out, and it only makes you even more horny, needing to feel him inside you.

Ransom grabs a condom from seemingly out of nowhere, but you're not thinking about that. All you're focused on right now is how big he is because it doesn't even stand up against his abdomen from how heavy and large it is.

It's amazing. And about to fit all inside you.

''Are you ready for me, Sweets? I'll go slow, I promise,'' he says as he leans forward after putting the condom on, capturing your lips with his as he lines up with your entrance.

''Yes, Ransom, I'm ready,'' you tell him, and your hands are on his biceps, squeezing softly when you feel his tip. It's a strange but pleasurable feeling, and the groan leaving Ransom's throat tells you everything you need to know.

Slowly but surely, he thrusts into you, keeping his gaze on your face at all times, ensuring that if you're hurt, he'll stop immediately. It's a good thing there's nothing but pleasure visible on your face because you're somewhere north of heaven right now.

With a loud moan, you feel him slide into the hilt, and your back arches, pressing your chest against his. You've never felt so full but never want this feeling to end.

''R-Ransom, it feels so good,'' you tell him, and he can't help but smile because he feels the same. He has never felt so damn good before.

When you've gotten used to feeling him inside you, he slowly starts to move, hitting your sweet spot after a few experimental thrusts, and it has you seeing stars. You wrap your legs around his hips, effectively pulling him even closer.

''You feel so good around me, Sweets, such a perfect, tight pussy for me to ruin,'' he growls in your ear, making you moan in response. It doesn't take long for both of you to cum, and when he's done, he pulls out carefully to let himself fall to the side.

''How're you feeling, Sweets?''

''Perfect,'' you tell him with a lovesick grin. It was everything you dreamt of and more. It was heaven.

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inkedreverie · 11 months

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ransom drysdale x sugarbaby! reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content. minors DNI!!! unprotected sex, dirty talk, p in v sex, oral sex (male receiving), (please let me know if I missed any)

summary: Your relationship with Ransom has always been strictly physical, with no strings attached. However, during a charity gala one night, Ransom unexpectedly realizes he has deeper feelings for you.

𝐀/𝐍: Ransom is always so fun to write. I hope you enjoy reading this J! Thank you for requesting this! <3

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Fucking gorgeous.

Ransom couldn’t help but stare at her. He had invited her to accompany him at one of the many charity galas. Chatter and clinking glasses filled the opulent room but, all he could do was stare at Y/N, his sugar baby.

For the most part, he behaved, smiled, and shook hands with the other socialites. But she was the only one that mattered. His eyes raked over her body, noticing how the dress he had bought tonight accentuated her curves, the way a few strands of her hair framed her face.

Ransom tightened the grip that he had around her waist, his fingers splayed across the curve of her ass as he leaned his head down. A devilish smirk curled at the corners of his mouth, his warm breath running down her neck before he spoke.

“You look fucking gorgeous tonight.” Ransom’s voice was deep and smooth, like melted butter with a seductive quality. She shivered from the heat of his touch and how much she longed for more. It was taking everything in him to stop himself from throwing her on this table right now.

His eyes traced every inch of her body. The dress he had bought tonight accentuated her curves perfectly, especially the cut of it that stopped midway up her thigh.

“Thank you,” Y/N breathed, biting back a sigh when he ran his hands over the thin fabric of her dress, gripping onto the material tightly, as if testing to see how much force it would take before tearing through easily. His knuckles went white around the champagne glass when her hips involuntarily pressed against him, almost desperately.

“My God...I have the prettiest little princess there is,” he mused in an appreciative tone, dragging his lips down the side of her face.

She felt herself growing wet at the husky sound of his voice. With half-lidded eyes, she watched as he took the empty glass and placed it on one of the trays that floated by before picking up another full one, then turned to face her once again.

“You really know how to get me going, don’t you?” Ransom murmured under his breath. “I swear to God if we didn’t have such an important public appearance, I’d fuck you into oblivion right here and now...”

Ransom drank deeply from his glass, savoring the tartness and dryness that flooded over his tongue. He paused momentarily to put it on the tray as a waiter passed them. His hands trailed along her bare shoulder blade, fingertips lightly stroking up the nape of her neck until they tangled themselves within her locks. “Your hair smells divine. All natural beauty, just how I like it.”

He pressed a kiss against the exposed skin between where her ear lobe met her jaw, inhaling deeply through his nostrils. He held himself there for a second, letting her scent wash over him and fill his nose while making sure no one else could hear.

Then he tilted his head back slightly so that when he spoke next, his warm breath danced across the shell of her ear. “But baby girl? It won’t stay perfect if we do what I have planned.”

A chill ran through her body at these words. The hairs stood straight as goosebumps arose on the back of her neck and arms. He kept on talking though, ignoring how affected she seemed, saying something about how beautiful her makeup looked tonight too but...

Well...it’s hard to pay attention when her head is full of filthy thoughts of Ransom and how much she wishes he would just press his fingers into every inch of her. “What if I said that I want to ditch this party and go home now?” Ransom whispered, pulling her out of her fantasy.

“We can’t,” Y/N panted softly, trying not to seem too desperate. “Everyone’s watching us. They’ll think we’re leaving early.” She glanced up towards their surroundings, only to find several eyes focused intently on the pair.

People stared at them with curiosity and wonderment; some even gave nods of approval, while others seemed disgusted. She realized belatedly that it didn’t matter. “I’m not ready to go yet,” she quickly added, grabbing another champagne flute from another tray. She wanted to tease him, just a little bit.

He cocked an eyebrow at that. “Oh, yeah?” His expression softened into amusement as he noticed her flustered reaction. “What do you mean by ‘you’re not ready’?”

She opened her mouth, then hesitated as his gaze traveled lower before looking directly into his eyes, giving him her best innocent look. “Just that... I feel like dancing is all...” Her voice trailed off, allowing him to read into whatever innuendo he may find.

He chuckled darkly and shook his head. “Baby girl, there isn’t any real dancing at these types of events. They play old records, waltz music, classical shit. That’s not fun.” A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips; he leaned forward so close that his nose grazed against hers. He whispered against her mouth, “Tell me exactly what you want, Y/N.”

Y/N looked at him questioningly but then answered slowly, “I...want something else...” She took a slow sip of her wine, licking her lips and feeling self-conscious suddenly. Ransom took the empty glass from her hand and replaced it with his own. She saw the look on his face before finishing the remainder in one gulp. He swallowed and asked, “And what would you like? My cock down your throat or my fingers inside your pussy?”

“I mean, I would, but I wouldn’t want to ruin my dress,” she teased, giving him a coy smile. “Although those do sound like good alternatives.”

Ransom chuckled. “Are you telling me that I don’t look sexy in a suit? You hurt my feelings, Y/N,” he drawled sarcastically. But she caught the way his eyes lit up mischievously. She could see that he was already getting turned on at the thought of taking her somewhere and fucking her senseless in front of everyone. “Fine. Then let’s find a secluded area outside, hm?” He reached out his arm to escort her away, but she hesitated, stopping him from grabbing her wrist.

“But Ransom...it’s cold tonight.” She bit her lip anxiously, still glancing around them. There were numerous people watching curiously; several women and men gave Y/N dirty looks. She wished that they weren’t there to judge her, but rather fantasize about what she wanted to be doing right now.

Ransom snorted, “Honey, the first time you and I fucked was behind a gas station during rush hour traffic and you didn’t have a single complaint. If you don’t mind freezing your ass off, then neither do I!”

Her eyes widened and she could feel her cheeks heat up before grabbing his hand and pulling him behind one of the pillars in the building. “Shut up. I don’t want everyone to know that,” Y/N muttered, smacking him on his chest lightly.

“It’s okay. It was pretty hot knowing that anyone could’ve seen us,” He shrugged. Then he leaned forward and grabbed her hips possessively, digging his fingers into the soft flesh and bone. “How about we take the limo back to my place and forget about the party? I’m sure there will be other parties.”

She bit her bottom lip to keep herself from grinning like an idiot, shaking her head. “No. We’re staying here until the event is over,” she declared stubbornly.

He stared at her incredulously for a moment, wondering how serious she was before asking, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

She pursed her lips. “I’m not. It’s been years since I’ve gone to a black-tie gala and I want to enjoy it.” With that, she walked past him and sat back at their table, crossing her legs and ignoring the urge to glance back at Ransom to see if he followed.

Luckily, he did. His heavy steps came closer behind her; he leaned down, placing his large hands over her shoulders, squeezing lightly as his mouth brushed against her ear. She felt shivers run down her spine. His breath was hot, burning against her skin, heating her blood up to boiling point. He inhaled deeply before speaking, his voice low and rough. “You wanna be fucked like a cheap whore tonight? Like the first night that I found you.”

She nearly moaned at the memories his words invoked; the way her nails raked across his back as he relentlessly pounded into her tightness; his grunts, her screams; how her entire body trembled beneath him and the aftershocks that rocked through every fiber of her being. But most importantly, how utterly ruined she became afterward—her limbs trembling with pleasure and pain—and how Ransom carried her limp form in his arms, whispering promises of devotion and love until the exhaustion of it all lulled her into darkness. “I remember,” she breathed.

“Then fuck off with the bullshit,” Ransom growled. “You can pretend to be this innocent little princess all you want, but I know you want to get fucked. And honestly, Y/N, the sooner we get home, the longer we’ll be able to enjoy ourselves. After all, baby girl, if memory serves me correctly, you need at least twenty minutes to recover between sessions.”

Her eyes furrowed as she turned around. “That’s not true. Take that back,” she whispered angrily.

He raised an eyebrow and laughed, “Prove me wrong, then. Tell me how many times we fucked last time. Two rounds? One?” When she looked down sheepishly, he knew the answer. “Then tonight, let’s make it three!” He grinned proudly, flashing his teeth. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. He licked his lips slowly, gazing down at the cleavage of her breasts as they strained against her tight dress.

“Think about it. The soft, silky sheets that rub against our naked bodies...the taste of you coating every inch of my mouth.” He leaned closer, pressing his nose against her neck, nuzzling her skin, breathing her in deeply. “The sweet sounds you made as I took you repeatedly. Do you remember what that felt like?”

She whimpered softly as he pressed his lips against the base of her throat. She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as she recalled how wonderfully delicious his touch felt. “Fine,” she sighed, “let’s go,” she decided as she took his arm to help her up. He stood still, staring at her skeptically. She cocked an eyebrow at him. “What? Aren’t you happy that you won?”

“Not until we’re at home and I have my dick shoved down your throat,” he growled, placing his hand on the small of her back, guiding her forward towards the exit. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that you put on those cute little lace panties underneath the dress,” he whispered.

Her eyes widened briefly before shooting a glare in his direction. “Stop checking me out.”

He chuckled. “Why? Does it turn you on knowing how many ways I can imagine bending you over and fucking you in front of every man in here? It definitely makes me hard as hell seeing you squirm like that.”

They moved through the throng of people, who smiled and waved politely, pretending they couldn’t overhear their conversation. A few of the women giggled behind cupped hands at Y/N’s embarrassed expression. She glared at Ransom as he smirked smugly at her.

When they finally broke free from the crowd of guests and stepped into the cool night air outside, she pushed him roughly up against the wall and pressed her lips hard against his. He immediately responded, moving his arms around her waist and pulling her closer, gripping tightly so she wouldn’t break away.

Her fingers tangled into his short brown hair and tugged slightly, causing him to growl possessively as he devoured her. His hands roamed up and down her body, grasping wherever they pleased as he kissed her thoroughly, deeply. Their mouths fit together perfectly, each tasting and exploring every crevice of the other.

Eventually, they parted for air. She licked her swollen lips hungrily, then met his gaze again. His expression darkened considerably. He seemed ready to eat her alive; she wouldn’t deny that she wanted it. “Come on, let’s go home,” he urges, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the side of the street, opening the door to their ride home. He guided her inside the dark leather interior of his car.

“I hope you’re ready,” he whispers, his voice gravelly with lust. He tugs on her hand until she moves towards his lap. She straddles him, the seat sinking as she presses her knees against both sides. His breath hitches when his clothed erection comes in contact with her pussy. She leans forward, licking at the base of his neck, nibbling along the column of his throat.

A shiver goes through his body. He groans softly and thrusts upward, grinding his bulge against her slick center. His head falls back to rest against the chair as he takes her mouth in another heated kiss, savoring the taste of her lips. “Mmmm...you smell incredible tonight,” he murmurs into her ear. “Like fresh rain mixed with mint,” his voice grows husky when she pushes his jacket off. “Baby girl, fuck, you’ve been teasing me all night.”

“Well, yeah, it’s fun to tease you...” Y/N gives him a wicked grin as her hands slide beneath his shirt and drag the pads of her fingers over his chest, tracing the outline of his pecs, abs... down the line that separates them, and finally resting on his navel. His muscles tense under her touch, contracting slightly when she dips a fingertip into his belly button. Her fingertips move back upward, trailing a path from there toward his sternum.

His breath becomes ragged as he pulls her dress straps down, baring her breasts for him to devour. Her nipples are hard, begging to be suckled upon and played with. Ransom wraps his lips around one, rolling and sucking harshly, alternating between nibbles and long sucks as he teases her other breast with his fingers.

She moans loudly, her back arching forward towards his mouth, causing his hands to fall onto her hips so that she can ride him. “You really love how I taste, huh?” she gasps, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. His tongue swirls around her nipple as he responds with a grunt. He pinches her clit through her underwear, making her shiver. He pulls away from her breast, bringing her face back to level him with a hungry stare. “No, I love the way you taste. Let’s see if you’re ready,” he growls, his lips meeting hers roughly and biting down until she opens her mouth willingly.

Their tongues dance together passionately, tasting each other’s mouths hungrily as they grind against one another. She kisses him harder, wrapping her arms tighter around his shoulders, wanting to be consumed completely. He breaks apart from her lips and presses his mouth against her ear. “Spread your thighs for me, baby,” he breathes against her ear, his teeth grazing lightly across the shell before nipping playfully at the lobe, earning a whimper from her. “I want to feel you wet.”

He reaches between them and hooks his finger under the waistband of her underwear, pulling the fabric aside and letting two digits sink deep inside of her. He moans appreciatively, pushing further in until the tips are brushing against her cervix. He scissors the digits as he pumps his hand slowly, drawing them in and out of her dripping slit.

Her moans echo throughout the interior of the vehicle while she tries desperately to meet him stroke for stroke. His palm presses flat against her stomach, holding her in place so that he can continue fucking her with his fingers. “So wet...so warm, baby girl...I think you’re ready.”

He removes his hand and brings his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean, swallowing every last drop of her essence. He hums appreciatively at her flavor and wipes the rest of the juices off with his thumb, running it over the length of her slit before circling it around her swollen nub.

“Do you want me to fuck you now, baby?” he asks, looking deep into her half-lidded eyes. She nods breathlessly, unable to respond verbally due to the state of overwhelming ecstasy he’d brought her to. “Are you prepared for me?” His question goes unanswered when he pulls his pants open and withdraws his thick cock. It stands tall and proud, throbbing heavily in front of her gaze as he strokes its length leisurely.

She gazes at him intently, admiring the thickness of it as well as the pre-cum that seeps from the tip. She slides down to her knees in front of him and slowly opens her mouth wide. He smiles slightly as she takes his head between her lips, swirling her tongue around it. She sucks gently while her hands stroke his shaft.

He groans deeply. “Good girl,” he coos encouragingly. “Take it all in, baby girl.” He grips a fistful of her hair and guides her further down his cock until he feels his tip press against the back of her throat.

“There you go,” he whispers. “Take it all in.” Her gag reflex kicks in, but she doesn’t stop taking him deeper and deeper. His fingers clench tighter around her hair, tugging at the roots painfully. She whines quietly and continues to swallow, forcing herself to keep moving up and down the length of him.

The car suddenly rocks violently from side to side as it hits a bump in the road, causing her to lose balance. She releases him momentarily before returning to her task with renewed enthusiasm, bobbing her head and taking him all the way down to the base. He groans loudly and throws his head back, panting heavily and gripping her hair tightly in his fists. “Oh, fuck yes... That’s it, baby... Just like that,” he pants, his hips bucking wildly. “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop,” he commands hoarsely.

She hums in agreement and works him faster, bringing him closer and closer to release. His hands release their grip on her locks, sliding down the sides of her skull to cup her cheeks lovingly as she continues to worship his dick. She slides a hand between her thighs and begins rubbing her swollen clit furiously. Her hips jerk forward involuntarily, causing her to gasp loudly. He chuckles softly, leaning forward to plant a series of kisses along the top of her scalp.

Her fingers massage his balls lightly, causing his spine to arch up instinctively. His eyelids flutter shut as he cries out in pleasure. She continues pumping her hand rapidly up and down, drawing loud moans from deep within his chest. His voice breaks and cracks with each cry of rapture he utters, his body trembling uncontrollably beneath her skilled touch.

Suddenly, his pelvis bucks upwards once more, and she feels him erupt inside her throat, filling her with thick ribbons of hot seed. His orgasm leaves him breathless; his chest rises and falls heavily, his fingers stroking her jawline lovingly while his other hand rests atop her head. Her own climax follows seconds later. She moans loudly into his pulsing cock, spilling onto her palms and fingers.

“Holy shit...” He sighs after several moments pass, leaning forward to capture her lips between his own. She responds eagerly, sucking on his lower lip as his tongue darts past hers and enters her mouth, dancing against her teeth. He growls in appreciation and nibbles playfully upon her swollen flesh. She giggles and breaks off from his kiss to gasp for oxygen.

“Damn, Ransom, what did you do to me?”

“You were asking for it. If that’s how you want to play things, I’ll be sure to fuck you senseless tonight, baby girl. Just like I promised.”

She shudders and stares up at him with adoration. His handsome features burn into her mind. His chiseled cheekbones frame his intense blue eyes like glass, which shimmer beautifully as they focus on her with desire. She sees a slight twinkle in them, reflecting off of the moonlight shining through the window, giving him a glow that makes him seem ethereal.

The car suddenly stops abruptly outside Ransom’s mansion. The driver clears his throat before speaking. “We’re home, Mr. Drysdale,” he announces.

They break away from one another, but her gaze stays locked on his face as she lifts herself off the floor and sits back in her original position, adjusting her dress. “Thanks,” he replies curtly, without looking up from her. Ransom flashes her a mirk before grabbing her hand and leading her out of the car.

She stumbles after him excitedly. They enter the building, both their bodies on fire for each other, anticipating the fun they’ll have tonight.

As soon as they step through the door, Ransom whips her around to face him, gripping the base of her neck and pushing her hard against the wall. She yelps but finds herself enjoying his aggressiveness, feeling heat pool between her legs as he looms over her, caging her between his muscular arms. His mouth is inches away from hers, so close she can feel his breath on her skin. The tip of his nose nudges the side of her head as his lips brush lightly against her ear.

He inhales sharply, drinking her scent in deeply and making her whimper helplessly as his tongue trails along the edge of her jaw, stopping just above the hollow of her throat where her pulse pounds rapidly.

She whimpers helplessly as his mouth claims her sensitive skin, his sharp teeth nibbling on it, marking his ownership of her body. She groans softly and closes her eyes. “Ransom...please...”

He ignores her plea and moves his attention downwards, kissing a trail along the curve of her shoulder. “Shhh...Relax, baby girl. Don’t fight me, I promise I’ll give you what you need.” He peppers her neck and throat with tiny bites, sending shivers of arousal throughout her being. “Now, do you want me to fuck you here or in the bedroom?”

“Please,” she whispers breathlessly. “In the bedroom,” she answered obediently. She was already too wet, too eager, her walls contracting and throbbing as her body yearned to feel his thick girth fill her, stretching her beyond her limits.

Ransom nods, keeping his mouth planted firmly against her skin, whispering soothing words into her ear, luring her mind to submission. “You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He murmured.

“Y-yes.”

His voice sends goosebumps rippling across her skin, prickling her nipples hard under the thin fabric of her dress, which causes her nipples to stiffen and protrude outward as her heart races wildly beneath her chest. His fingers find their way between her thighs and graze the outline of her panty-covered folds, making her mewl pitifully at his ministrations.

“Look at me.” She opens her eyes wide, staring directly into his mesmerizing gaze. He holds her stare for several seconds, leaving her breathless. Then he leans forward, pressing his lips tenderly against hers, causing her body to melt beneath his touch. “My baby girl,” he says possessively, before pulling away.

Without another word, he tugs on her arm and walks up the grand staircase, leading her to his bedroom, their fingers interlocked.

Upon entering the room, she kicks off her heels and places them near the entrance of the large master suite. Once she enters the threshold, Ransom spins her around swiftly, pinning her wrists above her head, using his superior height to tower over her and trap her underneath him. His mouth descends upon hers brutally, stealing her breath away as he devours her sweet lips hungrily.

A small gasp escapes from her lips when his tongue slithers past the barrier of her teeth, swirling around hers skillfully. Her limbs begin to shake uncontrollably; she can feel her juices start flowing out of her pussy at an alarmingly fast rate, dampening the satin material of her panties. He groans lustfully into her mouth, allowing himself to explore every crevice of her mouth with his skilled muscle. His fingers twist into her hair and yank at it roughly, holding her still, dominating her.

The moment her knees tremble beneath her, his grip loosens. He backed away slightly so that he could stare into her eyes again. Y/N blinked dizzily, gasping for air, her chest rising and falling as her heart beat frantically within her ribcage. She looks at him curiously, wondering why he pulled back. His mouth moves against hers briefly, catching her lower lip between his teeth, nibbling it lovingly.

Before she even has time to react, he grasps her hips and lifts her up effortlessly. “Wrap your arms around my neck,” he commands huskily, gazing at her intently while awaiting her compliance. Y/N complies without hesitation, gripping his shoulders tightly and locking her hands together behind the nape of his neck, clinging to him for dear life. He carries her over to his king-sized mattress and lays her down on top of the soft sheets.

She watches intently as he begins unbuttoning her dress, exposing her naked torso to his hungry eyes, revealing her perfectly round breasts with hard nipples, ripe for sucking. “You look like a goddess, baby. Like some kind of sex angel,” he rasps, his voice low and deep, thick with lust. As the rest of her garment falls away, he peels her drenched panties aside, revealing her glistening mound. He pauses briefly, taking in the view, admiring her beauty.

His hand drops to his side, his eyes widening as they travel over her form, causing her breath to quicken once more. “Are you gonna stare all night or do something about it?” she teases, looking up at him. His eyebrow quirks at her playful tone, making him grin widely.

A shudder wracks through her body when his fingertips ghost across the top of her belly button, tracing its contour before trailing upwards and dipping into the valley between her breasts. His index finger circles one areola, teasing it, bringing it to a hardened peak. She bites back a moan and arches her back, thrusting herself against his digit, causing her hips to buck involuntarily.

“What’s wrong, baby? Getting impatient?” he chuckles. His fingers glide up her waist and begin massaging the underside of her breasts, fondling her gently while caressing her body lovingly.

“You know I enjoy playing with you, but you’re acting like this is our first time, and we’ve done much, much worse than just fingering your sweet little pussy...” His voice is thick and sensual. A sharp pang of longing shoots through her chest at his words, causing her to gasp silently.

“Oh please,” she whined breathlessly, shifting her weight under him.

His gaze never breaks away from hers as he continues touching her. He palms one breast firmly, squeezing and kneading it, causing her to throw her head back against the pillows. “Keep your eyes open, beautiful,” he warns sternly. Her vision returns to normal almost instantly, focusing solely on his handsome features, unable to tear her gaze off him.

Ransom pulled his hand away and behind, unbuttoning his shirt, then sliding down his trousers, pulling his briefs with it so that he stood at full erection.

“Beautiful,” he said. “Just like the night I saw you for the first time. You looked just as appetizing as you do now...” He trailed off as he bent down and licked her left nipple, biting the stiff flesh and making her arch her back in delight. His fingers continued their dance across her stomach, descending south to play with her sensitive clit.

A cry escaped from her lips as two digits slipped in between her slick folds, spreading apart her slippery labia and coating them with her juices. “It’s so tight. So hot and wet,” he marvels, rubbing the pads of his fingertips over her quivering slit.

His digits slide down to her entrance, and he pushes deep inside, hitting them instantly, curling them upwards to rub against her G-spot, drawing a strangled cry from her. His thumb rotates in slow, steady circles against her pearl as he pumps into her slowly, gradually increasing his speed.

Her hips began rocking against his hand in sync, matching his rhythm perfectly. “That’s it, baby girl,” he growled, grinning wickedly. “Show me how much you love this. Show daddy how badly you want him. Beg for it.”

“Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed, “Please! Please fuck me Ransom...Fuck me harder than anyone ever has!” she pleaded. He paused momentarily, and his face softened as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss on her lips. His breath tickled her skin as he breathed warm air against her skin.

“If you say so, baby girl, but remember, you asked for it.” His smirk reappeared when he plunged his cock in with a single swift motion, burying himself deep inside her with one quick thrust. A loud wail echoed throughout the bedroom as he filled her completely, stretching her to her limits as his thick length sunk into her. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes as pain mixed with pleasure coursed through her entire being.

Ransom stayed there, unmoving for several seconds, watching her squirm and whimper underneath him. “Feeling okay, baby?” he asked, concerned.

“Yes,” she managed weakly.

He smirked once more before he began moving, driving his shaft into her relentlessly. His thrusts picked up speed as he hammered into her mercilessly. Her back arched off the bed as she writhed on top of the soft sheets, grasping tightly at his shoulders, raking her nails down his back. He hissed quietly as he fucked her hard, pounding her repeatedly until she screamed out her orgasm, thrashing wildly against his powerful movements.

When she came undone beneath him, her inner muscles clenched tightly around his cock, milking him dry. When he had finished emptying himself into her womb, he collapsed forward on top of her, resting his head between her breasts, listening to her heartbeat while panting heavily from the exertion.

Y/N giggled softly as he lay upon her, his cheek pressed against her breastbone, his breath ghosting across her nipple.

“You’re amazing, princess,” he muttered softly between shallow breaths. She smiled softly at his compliment as he gazed lovingly into her eyes. Her hands drifted upwards to comb her fingers through his damp hair, untangling the knots in his thick locks and letting the loose strands cascade around her face. She sighed happily as they lay there together, basking in post-orgasm bliss. “How’d I get so lucky, baby girl?” he murmured softly, tracing circles upon her abdomen.

“I’m the lucky one,” she replied sincerely. His lips brushed against her flesh, kissing each inch of her skin reverently. She giggled again as she felt her toes curl involuntarily at his touch. He laughed lightly in return, pressing one last kiss into her temple.

Then he rolled onto his side, laying alongside her, wrapping an arm securely around her waist, spooning her body with his, drawing her flush against him. He buried his nose into her messy tresses and inhaled deeply.

His free hand moved downward to cup her breast, massaging the fullness of her teat.

She moaned at the sensation, shivering slightly as his palm stroked along her hardened bud, eliciting another sigh from her. “Ransom,” she whispered timidly. His grip tightened on her chest, squeezing it roughly, forcing her nipples into pointy peaks. “Oww,” she gasped in surprise, wincing at the unexpected sting of pain. He chuckled lightly as he continued kneading her swollen mounds.

“Sorry, babe. I can’t help myself when you’re this beautiful.”

He spoke with such tenderness, sending chills down her spine. His warm breath tickled her ear, causing her cheeks to heat in embarrassment. She turned away bashfully, avoiding eye contact with him.

His smirk grows as rolls over on his side. “Why won’t you look at me, baby girl?” He brushes a stray lock out of her face, stroking her jawline with his calloused pad.

“I don’t know,” she replies softly.

“I’m not going anywhere. What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing,” she mutters nervously.

His eyebrows raise up a notch as his pupils dilate, his cerulean eyes boring into her own. “So you really don’t have anything to hide from me? No secrets you haven’t told your boyfriend yet?”

“What do you mean?” she squeaks, swallowing hard.

“Come on, princess, there’s no reason for you to be scared. Just tell me what’s bugging you. I promise I won’t judge.” His words soothe her somewhat, alleviating some of her fears.

Her body relaxes a bit as his fingers brush along her ribs, grazing the edges of her sensitive ribs. She sighs contentedly as he continues exploring her curves and contours, eliciting another gasp from her when he touches a particularly sensitive spot on her body.

“It’s nothing. I promise.” Her voice shakes with emotion.

“It’s alright, baby girl. You can trust me,” he coaxed.

She hesitated, her breath hitching in her throat when he lowered his head to plant feather-soft kisses on her exposed skin. Her pulse raced erratically as he traced circles on her flesh.

“Okay,” she finally whispered hesitantly, deciding she might as well confess, considering how intimate they were becoming with each other, especially after the earth-shattering fucking and the intimacy between them afterward. “I’ve been thinking about us lately. And...I’m worried you’ll get tired of me.”

“Tired of what? Being your lover?” He smiled teasingly, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. “Don’t worry, gorgeous. That won’t happen anytime soon.”

She smiled at his answer and shook her head vehemently. “That’s not what I meant,” she insisted earnestly.

His brows furrowed as he tilted his chin to look at her questioningly.

“Then what exactly did you mean, baby girl?”

Her cheeks reddened further as she averted her gaze. “Well...” Her eyes flickered downward towards the sheets draped over their bodies.

She paused for several seconds before continuing, searching desperately for the words to express her feelings. She inhaled sharply and opened her mouth to speak but faltered, closing it quickly and turning her head away from him. “I’m sorry, Ransom,” she murmured shamefacedly, tears forming at the corner of her eyes.

His heart sank when he witnessed her distress, his smile disappearing in an instant as he stared intently at her trembling figure. “No, baby, please don’t apologize for telling me things.” He cupped her cheek with his free hand, tilting her face so that her eyes met his once again.

“Go ahead and tell me everything. I want to know all about what’s troubling you.” She chewed on her bottom lip, hesitating one final moment before mustering the courage to speak. “Ransom, I care about you and-“

“But I love you,” he interrupted forcefully, his grip tightening around her upper arm possessively, pinning her in place beneath him.

Her breath hitched in shock at his declaration. His proclamation, followed by his embrace, sent shivers coursing throughout her body. “W-what?”

Her stammering response caused him to chuckle softly and shake his head, his expression growing serious as he stared intensely into her eyes. “I love you, Y/N, and there isn’t a single thing that could make me leave your side.”

His words washed over her, warming her soul and melting any lingering reservations she possessed regarding their relationship. He smiled affectionately when she didn’t respond immediately, taking hold of her right hand and guiding it to rest against his bare chest directly above his heart. “Can you feel that?”

She nodded slowly and swallowed hard as her fingertips pressed lightly against his skin. “You’ve always been more than just my sugar baby,” he said quietly, speaking tenderly against her temple. “Even though it was only supposed to be about the money. The sex. Not you.” Her brow creased as his admission sunk in, causing her to blink back tears.

She sniffled quietly and wiped away the moisture collecting on her lashes. “I’m sorry for saying that to you, baby girl,” he apologized, “but I needed to say it, to explain to you that it was never about the money and sex.”

He kissed her forehead and brought her body against his, wrapping strong arms around her frame protectively, enveloping her completely within his warmth.

“This was always real for me. It still is now, if you’d allow me to prove my loyalty to you, baby girl.” She sobbed, burying her face in the crook of his neck, clinging desperately to his muscular form.

He pulled away slightly, gazing deeply into her teary eyes. “Will you let me show you what this really means? How much it means? Let me prove to you that I want you forever,” he murmured urgently, brushing her hair from her face, wiping away her flowing tears, leaving wet streaks against her cheeks.

“Of course,” she whimpered weakly. “Yes! I want that too,” she begged, her voice thick with emotion.

His smile widened, filling with adoration as he cradled her head in both palms, framing her delicate features, cherishing the beauty of his queen. His gaze roamed across her entire body, drinking up her naked splendor, devouring every curve, crevasse, nook and cranny, committing each inch of her shape to memory.

“Y/N, you are perfection personified.” He dipped down, brushing his lips against hers, teasing the seam with light strokes. She trembled at the contact, goosebumps spreading over her flesh like wildfire as his warm breath ghosted across her skin, heating up the surrounding air.

She sighed contently, her eyelids fluttering close as his tongue slid effortlessly between her parted lips, massaging them, dancing passionately with hers.

She moaned sweetly when he suckled the tip gently before sucking harder, pulling away and lapping at her sweet, tangy flavor. “Your sweet little mouth tastes divine,” he breathed against her. He captured her bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling hungrily before letting go.

She shuddered, panting heavily from the sudden intensity of her arousal coursing through her veins. Her breathing intensified as her blood pumped through her, causing her to gasp and writhe uncontrollably against his torso, bucking against him wildly.

Her entire body vibrated with need as waves of ecstasy rippled through her core. “Ransom,” she whispered huskily, groaning loudly, arching upwards to grind against him while grasping fiercely onto his shoulders, digging sharp nails into his supple flesh.

As he gazed upon her beautiful face, he knew deep down in his heart that she was the one. She had shown him a side of himself that he hadn’t known existed, bringing forth a level of vulnerability and compassion he never thought he would experience in his lifetime.

She had unlocked his heart, broken through his defenses, and taught him the true meaning of love. With her by his side, he felt whole. Complete. And he vowed to spend every moment of their lives together proving to her how much he loved and cherished her.

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Always Meant To Be... Part 16

Ransom Drysdale x reader series

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, Linda and Walt being assholes, protective!Ransom, soft!Ransom, protective!reader, fluff, smut, oral f-receiving, fingering, love bites, daddy kink, unprotected sex, soft!sex, rough!sex, (gif not mine)

<Part 15<

Everything seemed to move at such a speed, it was like your life had become a blur.

For a while, you were the shell of the person you were before.

Ransom did his best but he didn't have a lot of experience handling something like this. He spent all day looking after you, like you were a child unable to look after yourself. If Ransom didn't force you to eat or bathe, he was pretty sure you'd do nothing except lay under the covers in silence. It had been nothing but silence from you and it was driving him insane. He understood that you'd been through something horrific but he missed you.

He missed hearing your voice. He missed your smile and laugh, and your bad jokes. He missed being with you. And his old playboy side hated to admit it but he missed all the intimate things you do that aren't sex. Like showering or bathing with you (although there was a lot of sex involved sometimes). He missed just laying in bed naked in no rush to go anyway. He missed watching you walk around his bedroom first thing as you got ready for the day, talking excitedly about something at the museum. He just wanted to hear your voice, even if you were shouting or crying, he just needed something to let him know you were still there. That he hadn't lost you.

And all it took was for his asshole family to snap you back into your shell.

The sound of multiple voices shouting from downstairs woke you from your unnecessary sleep. It took you a moment to figure out it was Linda and Walt who you could hear shouting, every now and then you'd hear Ransom's voice but he didn't sound his usual 'eat shit and fuck off' self. He seemed... Quiet.

You got out of bed, grabbing one of Ransom's cardigans to slip on as you quietly made your way downstairs to where all the commotion was.

"I've had enough of your fucking excuses." Walt hissed. "Do you have any idea how much dad is unnecessarily worrying about you, you little shit."

"Walt's right, Ransom. You need to grow up. Stop playing around. Think about your family and what you're putting us through. This behavior is unacceptable."

"Our name is becoming mud because of that little bitch upstairs. Look at what she's done to her father-"

"I'm warning you!"

Ransom stood up abruptly as he glared at Walt, "If you don't stop talking about her like that, I'll fucking kill you, Walt."

"Don't speak to your uncle like that." Linda scolded him. "Look what's she turned you into. You're a monster."

"Don't, fucking talk to him like that, Linda." You growled standing behind them.

Ransom's whole body relaxed as he stood from where he'd been sat and moved over to you. "Baby," He whispered cupping your cheeks as he gave you a tired smile.

You looked up at him and placed your hands over his, pulling his hands away to hold in yours. "Sweetie, you look tired." You whispered, placing a hand over his stubbled cheek. You couldn't remember the last time you saw Ransom with facial hair. You kinda liked it actually.

He shook his head, "Nah, I'm good." He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a squeeze and making you smile.

"Do you mind, we were having a private conversation-"

"Fuck off, Walt." You snapped at him as you pushed Ransom behind you protectively and looked over at the pair. "It stopped being a private conversation when you started yelling at, Ransom, like that in our home." You said without thinking.

Ransom was a little shocked by how you were talking to his mother and uncle but he didn't care. He was glad to have someone standing up for him finally.

Linda folded her arms over her chest. "This isn't your home, sweetheart." She glared at you.

"Yes it is." Ransom corrected his mother. "This is the only place I want, Y/N, to be because I know she's safe here." Ransom glared at Linda. "So don't come in here, yelling and demanding I do stuff because I won't. Not without, Y/N."

Walt rolled his eyes, "Give me strength."

Linda scowled. "For heavens sake! You need to stop behaving like a god damn child and for once think about someone other than yourself you selfish little bastard!"

Without thinking you slapped your hand across Linda's face as angry tears fell down your cheeks. "Don't EVER call him that again." You glared at her as she stared at you in utter shock. "He's been my rock through all of this. So don't you dare stand there and accuse him of only thinking about himself because he doesn't." You began smirking to yourself, "Just because you pushed him out of your desolate cunt, doesn't mean you have the right to speak to him like one." You glared at her.

Linda's mouth dropped open. "How dare you speak to me like that you little bitch." Linda spat.

"Don't fucking talk to her like that." Ransom growled at her as he wrapped his arm around your waist protectively. "What's the matter, Linda, don't like a taste of your own medicine."

You wrapped your arm around Ransom's as you kept your gaze fixed in her. "Perhaps you should think twice before opening your mouth if all your going to say is horrible things about, Ransom."

"That little fuck only ever has hurtful things to say. Why should we care about his feelings?" Walt scoffed.

"Because maybe you'd get to see the real, Ransom, like I do and not the asshole you all deserve." You felt a lump form in your throat. "So either stop treating him like shit or fuck off because I'm not letting you do it anymore. I'm tired of you fuckers being fuckers."

Ransom glared at them, "I think that means, eat shit and fuck off. Now." He smirked to himself as he wrapped his arms around you.

Walt and Linda shared a look before the two of them made their leave without another word to either of you.

You weren't sure how long you stood there, your arms wrapped around each other but eventually you pulled back from Ransom and looked up at him. "Let's go have a bath." You gave him a weak smile.

Ransom nodded and took your hand, leading you upstairs to his bathroom. When the bath was run to how you liked it, Ransom was a little confused when you got in first and told him to get in front.

"No, baby, let me take care of you. You're tired." You smiled up at him lovingly as you tugged on his hand.

It was a little awkward at first with Ransom being so much bigger than you but you made it work and eventually Ransom was able to relax.

"Thank you," He whispered. His eyes closed as you carefully rinsed his hair.

"You don't need to thank me for washing your-"

"Not that." Ransom looked over his shoulder at you, "For standing up for me. Other than grandpa giving me the benefit of the doubt, I've never had anyone have my back before... Other than you." He chuckled, thinking about to all the times over your childhood and teen years when you'd stuck up for him or lied about what had happened to protect him.

You let out a soft chuckle and wrapped your arms and legs around him. "I love you, Ransom. And I'm not going to let them treat you like that anymore, not when you don't deserve it." You kissed his cheek. "You've been an amazing boyfriend, and not just over these last few weeks. And I know, Harlan, is proud of you because of the man you've turned into."

Ransom scoffed. "I hardly say I've changed that much." He smiled running his hands up your calves.

You mocked his scoff before giggling as he tickled your legs. "You've changed enough, Ransom. And besides, I enjoy you being an asshole sometimes, but I love when your this, Ransom. My, Ransom."

Ransom grinned to himself, "Yours."

The two of you settled back with a soft sigh, still holding each other as you let your bodies relax in the hot water.

"I'm going to resign." You whispered.

Ransom's brow furrowed, "Why would you do that? It's your dream job."

"It was my dream job when I was going to, France. I was getting away from him and mom. Doing something for myself that made me happy... And them angry." You sighed, "But not here. Not now. I can do something else that-"

"That's not boring." Ransom teased making you roll your eyes at him with a smile. "If it's what you want to do, beautiful, then you have my support." Ransom sat up and turned to face you. "I love you, Y/N." He smiled.

You leaned forwards and kissed him softly. "I love you too, Ran." You smiled against his lips. As you pulled back from him with a soft hum, you looked down at his tanned and toned upper body licking your bottom lip. "I've... Also missed you."

Ransom's brow furrowed, "Missed me? I haven't been any-oh!" Ransom's breath caught in his throat as you wrapped your hand around semi-hard dick. "Yeah, I've missed you too." He let out a soft moan as you stroked him. "Baby, if you want this, we need to get out of the bathtub first."

You nodded and kissed his shoulder. "Then take me to bed... daddy," You smirked playfully at him.

Ransom nearly gave himself whiplash as he turned to look at you. His eyes were dark and his cock was rock hard. "Don't start something y'ain't gonna finish, beautiful."

"Or what? You gonna spank me, daddy." You batted your eyelashes at him as you stuck your chest out.

Ransom let out a deep growl as he stood up in tub, throwing water everywhere as he got out and grabbed you by the arms, effortlessly throwing you over his shoulder. He delivered a hard slap to your backside making you squeal as he marched to the bedroom, water going everywhere as he did. "Oh, daddy'll show you what he's going to do." He grinned cheekily as he threw you onto the bed.

As he watched you bounce and giggle, he stopped. You were his everything and he nearly lost you. He nearly lost his future, a future he never expected he wanted for himself. One filled with weddings and children laughing.

"Ran? Everything okay?" You asked noticing his somber expression.

He nodded as he drew in a deep breath to steady his nerves. "Yeah. I just-" He got onto the bed, pushing your legs apart and crawled over you, "Let's go slow tonight, okay? I just want to love you and, take my time, beautiful." He leaned over you, resting his hands at either side of your head, caging you in with his body as he leaned down and smiled lovingly down at you. "We've got plenty of time for all that kinky shit."

You nodded smiling back at him with tears filling your eyes. "Okay. Kinky shit later." You leaned up and kissed him sweetly, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders pulling him down to you.

Ransom let you slip your tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss before he quickly took charge. He smirked to himself when you let out a small whine as he moved away from your mouth. "Relax, beautiful," He whispered before kissing your jaw then your neck.

You let out a low moan and nodded as you bit your bottom lip.

Ransom kissed and sucked your neck as lightly trailed his fingers down your right sighed. You breathed heavily as Ransom began to trail his lips down your throat, lightly nipping as he came to the base of your throat before kissing along your collar bones and down to the tops of your breasts.

"I've missed you, beautiful," Ransom let out a soft moan as he reached up with his hand a cupped your breast. "So beautiful." He whispered.

He softly pinched your already pebbled nipple making you groan and arch your back.

Ransom chuckled to himself as you ran your foot up the back of his thigh and tried to grind your core against him. "So needy." He teased.

He began to lightly flick his tongue over one nipple as he pinched and teased the other, smirking as you mewled and gasped at the sensation.

"Please, Ransom," You whined at him as he teased you.

Ransom smirked to himself as he ran his tongue over your soft skin down the centre of your chest before following the same path with his lips. A soft moan escaped your lips as Ransom trailed his down your body, the whole time he pinched and rolled your sensitive nipples until he came to your hips. He moved down the bed and took a hold of your hips firmly, he placed a light kiss to your right hip and then your left before he looked up with a devilish grin. "Gonna let daddy have a taste, beautiful?"

You groaned letting your head fall back as you pushed yourself up onto your elbows ."I thought we weren't-"

Ransom leaned over you and pressed a firm kiss to your lips forcing his tongue into your mouth as he cupped your left cheek. He pulled back letting you breath. "Do you want daddy to make you cum or not?" He raised his eyebrow at you

You nodded eagerly.

"Use your words, beautiful." Ransom squeezed your hips.

"Please make me cum daddy." You begged.

"Good girl." Ransom settled between your thighs, using his broad shoulders to spread your knees as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs. The moment Ransom's tongue met your folds your eyes rolled backwards.

"Fuck!" You cried out as Ransom eagerly devoured your cunt. You moaned softly as Ransom worked your weeping cunt with his tongue. Your reached down and threaded your fingers through his hair with a deep groan as he sucked on your clit. "OH, GOD!" Your toes curled from the pleasure.

Ransom smirked as he slipped his right hand between your thighs and slipped two of his thick, long fingers inside your slit, using his mouth to suck on your clit.

You rolled your hips against Ransom's fingers as the pleasure built up. "Oh, god, Ran!" You cried out as he added a third finger.

"Fahk!" Ransom shook his head as he began to finger you at a much faster speed. Loud squelching noises filled the air as your juices leaked down Ransom's fingers. He could feel you squeezing his fingers as you dug your nails into his scalp making him groan against you in pleasure.

You let out a deep pornagraphic moan. He began smirking up at you as he watched you fall apart. Your legs began to shake and with one final suck on your clit and Ransom had you coming undone. Your back arched as you screamed out in pleasure and you came, your juices squirting out around Ransom's fingers.

Ransom moaned as he drank everything up that you gave him.

You dragged Ransom up to crash your lips against his, moaning at your taste as you sucked on his tongue.

Ransom grasped a hold of his cock and slowly dragged it through your folds making your eyes roll backwards as he nudged your swollen clit. He pulled back from you with a smirk, "Ready for Daddy's cock, beautiful?"

Before you could answer Ransom pushed his thick hard cock inside of you until you were groaning loudly as he filled you to the brim.

"Fuck," Ransom groaned against your throat as you clung to him, digging your nails into Ransom's broad shoulders. "God! Your pussy was made for me." Ransom kissed you fiercely and began to move.

His movements were slow and sharp, making you both moan in pleasure. You could feel every inch of his thick cock slide against your walls.

"S'good... Beautiful," Ransom moaned, kissing your shoulder, angling his hips to hit a little different. "Ride me, baby. Let me see you." He begged.

"Yeah?" You pulled at his hair and making him groan. "Want me to sit on Daddy's cock?"

Ransom smirked. "Sit on my cock, beautiful."

"Fuck," You groaned, tugging his hair again.

Ransom let out a deep moan as you hooked your leg with his and flipped the pair of you over so he was on his back, making his cock move in best way as it stayed inside of you.

Ransom gently held your hips where they met your ass and began to help you move up and down his cock You pushed yourself up, resting your hands on Ransom's hard chest as you lifted yourself.

He'd never get over how lucky he was to have you, to be able to call you his.

Random's thick cock slid in and out of you repeatedly, filling the room with loud squelching sounds as your juices ran down his cock making a mess of the bedsheets.

Ransom stared up at you in awe as he watched your face contort in pleasure above him as you chanted 'yes' with your head thrown back. You looked stunning.

"Fahk!" Ransom gripped your hips tighter as he felt your walls clench around him. "C'mon beautiful." Ransom moaned as he slid his hands around and dug his fingers into the globes of your ass as he raised his hips, planting his feet on to the mattress as he drove himself up into you. "Take what you need. Cum,"

You cried out as you came, falling forwards and crashed your mouth against his, your hand laying against his throat as your tongue explored the inside of his mouth.

Ransom pulled back and cried out in ecstasy as he came, your pussy squeezing around his cock until he could no longer move inside of you.

Ransom held the back of your head as you laid against his chest trying to catch your breaths. He smiled to himself as he wrapped his other arm around your waist. "I thought I lost you." He whispered before kissing your temple.

You sniffled trying to hold in your tears. "Me too."

Ransom gulped holding you closer. "Tell me they're happy tears."

You nodded and raised your head to smile at him. "Really happy tears."

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ronearoundblindly · 8 months

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On A Scar

Steve Rogers x reader (no specific universe but this is inspired by--and for--@anika-ann 😘)

a surprise addition to my Valentine's Fics of 2024!

No warnings but I literally hurt myself it's so cute. WC 234

Steve truly is a gentle giant.

Broad-shouldered and big-handed, he could lumber around—hulk about, if you will—but instead he’s spending a lazy morning tickling you. He uses light, fluttering fingers to trace patterns on your skin while you two hide out beneath the bed sheets, a glow of daylight diffused by your makeshift hideaway.

The golden boy looks so beautiful in the morning. He’s soft and sleepy. He leans his head to your chest as if not strong enough to lift it, as if he’s wiped out by touching you in his dreams.

He tells you about those.

He whispers how you excite him, how you tease him, how you comfort him, and then he remembers that most of those are real. You really exist. You’ve really been here. You’ve really stayed. You truly love him.

His fingertips smooth over the long scar below your bellybutton, one after the other.

Index.

Middle.

Ring, adorned with his golden band.

Pinky.

Outside your cotton oasis, there’s a cry for attention, a young alarm set to a biological clock you bore from that very scar.

You and Steve sigh with matching amusement. You’ll return to this lovely interlude after a brief, bottle recess.

As he gets up, Steve plants a sweet, lingering kiss to the nerve-sensitive line.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispers, and the gentle giant sneaks off to feed his super cute baby.

Jake Jensen and a kiss to shut them up ⬅️ ➡️ Ransom Drysdale and a kiss on a falling tear

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hansensgirl · 2 years

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𖦹 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 (𝟒)

summary. — A NOT-SO SERIAL KILLER — after seeing you with Mr. Barber, Ransom—your guest—can no longer resist getting a taste.

pairings. — dark!guest!Ransom Drysdale x innocent!fem!reader, mentioned: dark!neighbour!Andy Barber x innocent!fem!reader.

warnings. — NONCON/DUBCON, dark themes, somnophilia, smut, pussyjob, grinding/humping, ransom has a pet play kink, dirty talk, degradation, praise, pet names (pet, pup, puppy), Master kink, mentions of getting away with murder, mentions of voyeurism, mention of cum marking (on stuffed animal), allusions to spying/stalking/male masturbation), reader is either a heavy sleeper or was drugged (up to you), and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

word count. — 1.4k

author’s note. — the purgatory’s masterlist. posting order is the chronological order in this au. MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY! @hansensfics

When Ransom creeps into your room, he’s more quiet than he is when he’s at Harlan’s. Wait, no—Marta’s. He brushes the thought away before his fists can clench into anger again.

Mr. Levinson repeatedly told him not to do that in front of you, worried that you’ll be scared of the man you’re housing for an indefinite amount of time. Until everything blows over… Until he can frame everyone in his backup plan in case the Marta situation doesn’t work.

Your floors are carpeted and the Thrombey-Drysdale borne is thankful for that. He’s heavy—big like the other men in your life. He didn’t want to know them, but he had to.

Especially when he saw you with Mr. Barber next door—or the kiss Mr. Hansen gave you when before he drove off—or the way Steve can’t keep himself away from you—or the lingering, obviously hungry gaze of your stepfather.

Ransom had hoped to strike a deal with the long-haired man, but he stormed off in anger once Ransom told him what he witnessed. He still can hear the way your headboard knocked against the walls, accompanied by your lewd wails of pleasure.

Now, he’s fed up. And he can’t quite get to you like the other men have because you’re scared of the trust fund playboy.

He whispers your name once, then does so again but a bit louder. You don’t stir, and keep clutching onto your favourite stuffed animal. The sight makes him so hard—solely because he had smeared some of his cum on the beige fur while you were putting on your pyjamas.

That part is touching your hand right now, and it makes Ransom’s cock thicken even more in his boxers.

He’s in a simple teal t-shirt and his underwear, looking as if he’s about to hit the hay when in fact, he’s about to act on his desires.

“Hi, pup…” he greets, pressing a fist on your bed and leaning over your unconscious figure. His other hand lightly touches your face, and even then, you don’t move. “Pretty, pretty girl,” Ransom hums, thankful that the lights outside are so bright that they illuminate your room.

Your sheer curtains have been pushed to the sides, and he peels back the blanket that you’re caught under. “Dumb little pet. Gettin’ all tangled up in your blanket. You need your Master so badly, don’t you?” he questions, even though you can’t answer him.

The t-shirt you wear has ridden up just under your tits, and your core is exposed fully. Maybe you ran out of panties (it seems like they get stolen from you everyday) or maybe you’re just a slut who goes without at night.

Ransom pulls the white cloth until your nipples are in view, hardening from the cool air. His mouth salivates, eager to suck on the peaks until you’re begging him to stop. He leans down and tests the waters with a flick of his tongue.

Your face twitches ever so slightly—or is that just his shadow obscuring your beauty? Ransom’s hand finds your other tit, and he gently plays with your breasts, pinching, twisting, licking, and sucking. He continues with his ministrations until his cock throbs, begging to be released.

“Good puppy, letting me do whatever I want to you,” he whispers, settling himself onto your bed. He strokes his engorged dick with one hand, tip weeping with pre-cum. Watching your unconscious form, his eyes move down to your folds. They glisten with your arousal, and he swallows thickly.

An idea formed—almost like the spark he had in his brain when he first realised what he could do with Marta. “C’mon, there you go,” Ransom urges, using his other arm to turn you on your side. Once you’re on your left side, he pushes and folds your right leg just a bit, getting a better angle of your pussy. “Perfect little fucktoy,” he mutters.

He inches closer to you, until his chest is nearly touching your back and his large cock is right by your ass. He creates a mean arch in your back, bringing your butt closer to him so it’s easier for him to get what he wants.

“Can’t wait to fuck and train all of your holes, puppy. Gonna make you addicted to my cock,” Ransom grunts, pressing his cock against your folds. Slowly, he begins to thrust back and forth, dragging his heaviness along your cunt. He covers the entirety of your pussy, tip bumping your clit and hole.

Ransom’s head falls back at the feeling of your intimate flesh against his. It’s better than anything he’s fantasised about. No wonder all those other men can’t get enough of you—his little pup.

He has half a mind to push into your fuckhole—and the idea is more than tempting. But he doesn’t want to risk anything, especially when you’d be quick to blame the only other person in the house at this time.

The thirty-something year old settles for grinding against your sopping cunt. Sometimes, his fat cock-head catches on your entrance, but he simply readjusts himself. Ransom reaches down and squeezes his balls lightly, causing him to groan loudly.

Even though you’re not entirely here, you’re still aware of what’s happening. Small puffs of air leave your mouth, and Ransom can feel your pussy throbbing against his impressive length. “You feel so good, pet. Best pussy I ever had.”

His cock glides with ease, your cunt leaking everywhere as he uses you for his pleasure. “S’okay, don’t worry. Master’ll fuck you soon, too. Gonna turn you into my good little puppy,” Ransom reassures, picking up the pace. Your body jerks with his roughness, tits bouncing slightly.

“Gonna teach you all the tricks you should know, too, pet. You’ll be my precious little pup,” he continues, thinking about you crawling on all fours and begging your master to use your cunt however he’d like. “Fuck, I bet that pussy is still so damn tight even though you’re letting everyone get a taste, hm?”

When he’s done speaking, you let out a whine that startles him. Ransom knows he should stop, but the sound is so sweet that it’s practically egging him on. He watches as a subtle pinched look takes over your face, and then he realises that you’ve come undone from his helpless humping.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” he whispers, looking down to where his cock is touching you and admires the mess that coats his thickness. The cream that Ransom smears around continues to dribble out of your fuckhole, and it even mixes with his pre-cum. “Aww, poor puppy. Coming just from that? You’re so needy, it’s adorable.”

Ransom knows he’ll have to come back again in the near future. Maybe tomorrow morning, while you’re showering so he can show you how to properly wash yourself. Or on the weekend when Mr. Levinson is out for his usual guys’ night and he can play a filthy movie that you’ll surely enjoy.

Either way, he plans on extending his stay here.

“Fuck—Master’s gonna make a mess on this cunt, pup. And I won’t clean it up, either,” Ransom warns. “Uh-huh, naughty pets like you deserve to have sticky cunts. But I bet you’re gonna enjoy feeling my spunk all over you, hm? Or inside your fuckhole.”

He chases his orgasm desperately, playing with his balls to really make it count. “Maybe I'll let you drink it all up tomorrow—yeah, make you swallow all of Master’s milk. Give you a belly full of me.”

Suddenly, he hits his climax. Ransom’s cum splatters onto your cunt, and he even aims his tip towards your entrance, Some of his creamy ropes fill you up, while the rest coats your wet pussy. His balls empty themselves out. He grinds his orgasm out until the sensations in his cock are overwhelming.

“Fuck.”

Your guest curses, looking at the mess he’s left behind. But he won’t clean it up. No, instead he’ll leave it there for you to find. And like that night when he left Harlan’s, Ransom formulates a plan that’ll have you wrapped around his finger (and his cock).

He can already see the whole thing unfolding—you being too shy to tell your stepdad about what you woke up to, so you’ll have to go to the guest you’ve been frightened of. Ransom’s cock remains hard with the things he’s thinking of—the way he’ll have you crawling on all fours with your tongue hanging out.

Ransom sighs, “What a good little bitch.”

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Ooh ohh! DarkSiren reader x pirate ransom!!! Pleasee

hello honey! this was fun to write, and I hope you like it!

summary - you are the siren that wants the famous pirate ransom drysdale, and the moment you get close to getting what you want, the universe decides otherwise.

warning - slight angst, stalking, dark content, mentions of whores, seducing, mentions of kidnapping.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You had known of the famous pirate that roamed the seas. You had followed him, watching from afar as he ordered his crew around. You watched as the many whorish human women tried and failed to gain his attention. Some only managed to get to his bed and were sent off the same night. You could see how dissatisfied the pirate was. As if he yearned for something more, something… Unique. You watched from the shadows. Your body is submerged deep in the cooling water. You knew that the humans had heard and created stories based on what you were, some even hunted you, and sometimes they succeeded in catching your kind. Your sisters had been taken, locked away to be experimented on.

You wanted the pirate. He was a dream. You wanted to claim him as your own. So you followed him the next morning, not getting too close to the ship as you didn’t want the others to spot you. You had a plan, knowing he sometimes ventured off alone once they reached land, enjoying time to himself. What better way to finally get what you want. You swam to shore, perching yourself on a rock away from the pirates but close enough to get the one you want to hear you. You waited until you heard him approaching the area, his mind elsewhere.

“Upon one summer's morning, I carelessly did stray,

Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay,

Conversing with a bouncing lass, who seem'd to be in pain,

Saying, William, when you go, I fear you will ne'er return again.”

You watch as he turns to look in your direction. You can see him slowly fall under your spell as the words flow from your lips. You beckon him over, giving him an innocent smile as you don’t want to set off any alarms in his head. The pirate begins to make his way over dazedly, a lovestruck look in his eyes.

“His hair it does in ringlets hang, his eyes as black as sloes,

May happiness attend him wherever he goes,

From Tower Hill, down to Blackwall, I will wander, weep and moan,

All for my jolly sailor bold, until he does return.”

He stares, softly swaying as you continue to sing. Your siren voice makes the song sound smooth and seductive, calling to the pirate like water calls him. You sound like the waves crashing against the rocks and birds singing. You sound like perfection to Ransom. You were both a pirate’s dream and nightmare, all mixed in one. In the back of his mind, he knew he should try to fight this, that Ransom was in danger if he continued getting closer to you. He was captivated, his eyes taking in how beautiful you looked, your hair flowing freely in the breeze, your skin glistening against the sun, your breasts pushed together perfectly, and your tail was so close to perfection, the gold reflected wonderfully against it all.

“My father is a merchant—the truth I now will tell,

And in great London City in opulence doth dwell,

His fortune doth exceed ₤300,000 in gold,

And he frowns upon his daughter, 'cause she loves a sailor bold.”

Your voice travels, swirling around his head and pulling him closer to you. You were so close to finally getting the man you have been wanting. You grin as you reach your hand out and stroke his cheek, sighing a soft sigh as you finally feel his flesh against yours. He had to be the cleanest pirate out there, his face clean-shaven and his hair slicked back. You lean closer, your lips nearly touching his as you continue seducing him with your siren song.

“A fig for his riches, his merchandize, and gold,

True love is grafted in my heart; give me my sailor bold:

Should he return in poverty, from o'er the ocean far,

To my tender bosom, I'll fondly press my jolly tar.”

Ransom’s pupils enlarge, causing his blue eyes to nearly turn black. His eyes are half-lidded, and his gaze flickers between your eyes and your plump lips, feeling the deep desire to seal your words with a kiss. His mind was filled with love, wanting to take you far away from the other pirates, wanting you all to himself. His fingertips itched with needing to grab you and take you far away, keep you chained to his bed as he worshipped you.

“My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May,

And oft we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway,

Where many a pretty blooming girl we happy did behold,

Reclining on the bosom of her jolly sailor bold.”

A soft whine escapes Ransom’s mouth as you slowly slide off the rock and into the water, grinning as he begins to follow. He steps into the cooling ocean, and his shoes and pants become soaked. You swim back, continuing to sing to him. You were so close to achieving your dream, so very close.

“Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be

Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea,

While up aloft, in storm or gale, from me his absence mourn,

And firmly pray, arrive the day, he home will safe return.”

Ransom goes deeper into the water, coming closer until your bodies touch, and his hands move to cup your cheeks, stroking them with his thumbs. He sighs, falling deeper and deeper under your spell. No longer worried about the world around him or that he is in incredible danger, Ransom didn’t know that his crew had begun to look around for him, wondering where their Captain had gone for so long.

“My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair,

And I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year,

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,

There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.”

You are so close, your lips inches away from each other. You sing the last words of your song, knowing you finally have him in the grasp of your hands. Yours and Ransom’s eyes flutter closed as you are about to kiss. But before your lips can touch, there are shouts, men running toward the area you are in. Your eyes fly open, and you snarl. Your cat-like eyes snap to the pirates, hissing as they shout at you, their weapons raised. You look sadly at Ransom, his eyes opened and watching you, and you quickly launch forward, placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth before flying back and deep into the depths of the ocean. You quickly swim away as the pirates begin to throw their weapons and help pull their Captain out of the water.

Ransom shakes his head, snapping out of the trance he was in and looking out into the water. His men are talking, pulling him from the ground, but all Ransom can focus on is you. You had now taken over his mind, and he didn’t know if it was because of your siren qualities or you. His face sets into a scowl, growling at his men to return to the ship and leave him alone. Ransom shrugs them off, brushing the sand off his clothes and glaring at the water. He watches as your head pops up a ways away. He can tell you are looking in his direction, and the challenge has started. He knows you want him, but now he wants you, and he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. It’s how he is the better pirate out there. No one can tell him no.

Stories would be told many generations later about the pirate and the siren.

thank you for reading!

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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³¹.⍭ 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 (𝟏/𝟐)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Major Crossover—ghostface!boyfriends!: Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Curtis Everett, Ransom Drysdale x cheater!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | SOFT DARK themes and elements, cheating, revenge, obsessive/possessive behaviour, jealousy, competition, size difference: all 6’7-6’9, manhandling, manipulation, coercion. SMUT - minors DNI, NON-CON/DUB-CON: they’re all wearing the same mask & reader doesn’t know who it is, oral (m & f), balls sucking, fingering (f), dirty talk, chase kink, daddy kink, p*ssyjob, size kink, spit kink, choking, p*ssy spanking, exhibitionism (public sex), degradation, dumbification, ruined kink, overstimulation, squirting, creampie.

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𝗔/𝗡 | happy Halloween !! hope you all had a spooky day, here is my last fic for spicy October, a finale with all our fave daddies. enjoy !! all mistakes are my own.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | ˗ˏˋ𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“That was the money from my grandfather's will.”

Curtis snorts, “as if you don’t have the cash to spare.”

Ransom’s glare hardens, “It’s from my dead grandfather—I mean, my murdered grandfather. Am I not allowed to be upset that she stole money from my grandfather who was murdered in cold blood?”

“It isn’t stealing if you voluntarily spent it on her.” The other burnet countered, “I assume money is the only way you know how to show affection. Mommy and daddy didn’t know how to deal with you so they filled that emotional void with money, and you continue it in all your relationships. It’s a never-ending cycle.”

“At least I know my parents, orphan.”

Ari tunes them out, staring out the wide window into the night. The howling winds sway the forest surrounding the Thrombey mansion and the shadows bleed through the glass, covering him from head to toe in the same shade as his profound emptiness.

Three years. Three fucking years of his life gone to waste.

Every time he blinks, he sees you from senior year. The beautiful, popular, high-achieving student who never looked his way, although he tried hundreds of times to get your attention. From playing his heart out on the football field when you were in the crowd, attempting—and failing—to be your partner for projects in classes you shared, and volunteering to help for events that you were organizing, one of those being your senior prom. The theme was an extravagant masquerade ball, strange for a year of rambunctious teenagers, but perfect for the elite private school.

The venue was decorated in hues of vermillion, gold and grey, with speckles of white from the feathers and clear-beaded arrangements in the middle of each table. Sheer fabric and ribbon hung from the ceiling, draped low to mimic the magical atmosphere. Fairy lights glimmered alongside sparkling chandeliers, illuminating the ballroom in a warm yellow glow. Red roses, gold plates and vintage-styled candelabras sat atop black tablecloths and complemented the metallic chairs.

During the few weeks of setting up the venue, his friends consistently poked fun because he was whipped for a girl he’s never spoken to.

He broke that shameful streak the day before prom, and until today, that was the stupidest he’s ever felt.

“Oh, I don’t have a date.” You answered after he asked what colours you and your date were going to wear.

Ari’s face twisted in disbelief and utter confusion. The revelation scattered every organized thought, making him a total fool. “Why the fuck not?”

He’ll never forget the stunned expression on your face.

“I mean—you’re really fucking pretty.” The words flew out like a swarm of wild bees, dancing in front of his horrified eyes, taunting him.

You burst out laughing, throwing your head back and nearly toppling over one of the tables. “Well thanks, I’ve been asked a couple of times but none of them are my type. They’re all meatheads.” You finally caught your breath, soft giggles tumbling from your glossed lips. “Like the football team, ugh, just a bunch below-average, tit-brained idiots.”

Ari frowned deeply, “I’m on the football team.” He was positive you knew that, hell, you’ve organized fundraisers for the sports department.

You grinned, “I know. But you’re actually cute when you’re dumb, way above average.” You patted his broad shoulder and walked away, the short uniform skirt swaying with each step.

Ari remembers standing there like a moron before finally bolting after you. He caught up to you in the parking lot and asked you right then and there, almost dropping to his knees to beg when you took a second too long to answer. But you said yes, smiling so sweetly he could’ve died.

“—the same day. The same fucking day! That has to be a record!” Curtis snarls, pointing a finger at Ransom, “and you were on a date too, so you can’t say shit about cheating, jackass.”

The playboy moves his hand with two fingers, nonchalantly shrugging. “I found someone I wanted to spend the night with, is that a crime?”

Curtis gritted his teeth, his shoulders rigid under his leather jacket, “I won her a ginormous bear and fingered her in the photo booth, and she was already fucking two other guys!”

“Dating. She was dating two other guys.”

“Same shit!”

All this time, the second boyfriend has remained silent. Steve stares at his lock screen, a blurry photograph of the two of you the morning after a date at the pier. You’re half asleep but he wanted to commemorate the most perfect night of his life.

He was convinced that he was the lead in a romantic film, and it all bloomed from his awful first impression.

“Will you ever actually talk to me? Or will you just continue to stare at me from across the shop?” You smiled down at him, your skin glowing in the morning sun. “Here, you look like a cupcake kind of guy.”

A red velvet cupcake is placed in front of him, right next to his hand which had his pencil in a death grip. He quickly releases his hold and stares blankly at you, stunned and bewitched because he’s never seen you this close. Heavenly is the way he’d describe your features, each curve and dip of your face is burned into his brain from his endless sketches but at this moment, it feels like he’s seeing you for the first time.

Since that day, he believed in love at first sight. Now? It’s up for debate.

“Sit. I mean, please sit. Only if you want obviously.” He covers his red cheeks, not even bothering to shut his sketchbook. You already saw the dozens of drawings of you from various angles, all sprawled across the pages like they belonged there. “You know what? Never mind, I’ll go. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

He was going to leave, pack up his things haphazardly and dash out of the coffee shop before embarrassment ate him alive, but you called him back.

“I’ll stay, but only if you show me what else is in there.”

And he did, shyly at first but as the minutes dragged into hours, he got more confident and gave you detailed explanations of each piece. He rambled on and on about a sketch that took up two pages, it was an elderly couple watching the sunset on the beach, the waves crashing in the background as their heavily detailed silhouettes were in the foreground. He spoke as if he knew them when he was only a mere bystander to their love story.

“I saw them almost every day that summer. On that same bench and holding hands.” He sipped his cold coffee, never breaking eye contact with you, “They’ve probably watched tons of sunsets in their lifetime, but it’s cute, y’know? That they still do… soft things like that.”

Steve was a nice guy. He was recklessly kind, tutored people in his class, and always helped his coach with pregame preparations. He donates all his old clothes and always asks owners before petting their dogs.

If he was so good, why did bad things happen to him? Was it his fault?

He kept pushing you to meet his family. In his defence, you’ve been dating for two years and he talks about you nonstop, his parents have been begging to meet the girl who has their son’s heart, and praised him for finding the one so early on.

It’s a shame that the one was never his to begin with.

The worst part of all of this wasn’t the cheating—well, it was, but the other worse part was your blatant dismissal for taking the next step in your relationship. You’ve met their families, you were very close with Ari’s and met Curtis’ and Ransom’s who you’ve only been dating for less than a year.

What was so different about his?

“Cheap fucking slut.” Ransom mutters. “She’s so greedy that she needs four cocks.”

“Hey, watch your mouth.” Steve frowns, “She’s still my girlfriend.”

Curtis bites his tongue and swallows whatever snide remark was on the verge of spilling out. As much as it hurt, he knew where they were both coming from. He hated your guts, yet the masochist part of himself admired your bulletproof nerve and capability, and the other much softer part was still madly in love with you.

He prided himself in being observant, reading people like open books and anticipating their words and actions so that he was always prepared—that’s why he knows how to push Ransom’s buttons. It didn’t take a genius to notice how stuck up and spoiled the brat was. He couldn’t believe how you put up with him.

How you got away with this for so long was a wonder. Whether it was by sheer luck or cautious scheming, you played them all like puppets, pulling their strings however you pleased for the grand production. The success came with applause and satisfaction, it boosted your ego and made them into fools.

Don’t even get him started on your fucking friends who probably worshipped you for your stellar performance, praising you for dancing on their hearts with false innocence. Curtis has met them and only now he can recall the mischievous twinkle in their eyes, he would bet that they downgraded him to a pathetic nickname like boyfriend number three.

He would’ve noticed something sooner if you didn’t have him pussy drunk every time he saw you. He’ll admit it—he’s whipped.

You may be a good-for-nothing cheater, but you were his fucking pornstar.

He supposes that’s the thing about pornstars, they surely got around.

Curtis wouldn’t openly admit it to the rest of the guys—his girlfriend’s other boyfriends—but if you called him right now and asked him to come over, he’d be on his motorcycle in the blink of an eye. You were a twisted, disgustingly hot mastermind who could spit in his face and choke him, and yet, he’d still dick you down. He was into that freaky shit anyway.

Of course, as much as he pretended, he wasn’t all tough. Under that steel demeanour, he’s aching, battered with betrayal and fears of inadequacy.

Grey clouds loomed over that island of self-doubt, a place all four of them have since sailed to and made home, sharing their confusion, anger and grief.

All of this mess started from simple curiosity. Ari recognized a little lacy thing in one of his fraternity brothers’ rooms, and lo and behold, it was your panties, the same ones he bought you a few months prior.

“Oh, oops. My girl left those in my pocket.” Curtis chuckles and waltzes in, dropping his skateboard by the closet. He’s wearing that signature black beanie and carrying that smell of cigarettes and mint gum. “She’s so cheeky, huh?”

Ari doesn’t acknowledge him at first. His fingers feel around the fabric before hooking in a hole by the band, and then his heart stops.

The other brunet watches strangely, “Uh, can I have those back?”

Perhaps any other person in a fit of confused rage would’ve wrapped their hands around Curtis’ throat, but Ari didn’t. He’s caught off guard when Ransom walks by and pops his head in, his blue eyes locking on the purple lace with blue bows.

“Where did you get those?”

Those five words erupted an argument that shook the walls. Curses were spat and accusations were pointed every which way until the world decided that three out of four wasn’t enough.

Steve was on his way home when he heard the shouts from a few houses down.

He burst into the bedroom with wide eyes and was welcomed by his friends arguing and tearing crumbled lace from each other’s hands. Then, the universe works its magic again and the sheer fabric lands on the floor a few feet away from him.

His gaze drops and he cocks his head to the side, but that puzzlement swiftly fuses into disbelief that shakes him to the core. The air falls to an ear-splitting silence as realization dawns, freezing them all where they stand.

The first to speak is Ransom, he lets out a boisterous laugh. “What a little cock hungry bitch. Well played, I’ll say, well played.”

After everyone calmed down and Steve stopped crying and dry heaving, they made the journey to Ransom’s mansion for the sake of privacy, who knows what their other fraternity brothers would think? They’d pity them, but no one would understand their circumstances. No, that gracious gift was split between the four of them.

“So, who gets to have her?” All eyes fall on Steve, the 6’8 figure hunched in a small chair and clutching a pillow to his chest.

Me—is spoken in all their heads. Fury, greed and vengeance don’t mix well with love.

“I had her before you.” Curtis says to Ransom and reclines on the leather couch, stretching lazily, “Did I forget to mention she sucked my dick that night? Oh… and you kissed her too, huh?” He smirks, “I don’t know about you but I’d rather not know my parents than know what a stranger’s dick tastes like.”

Ransom clenches his jaw, “You poor cunt—”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure the girl you ditched that day is still into you. Call her up and see how that goes, trust fund baby.”

“If we’re going with whoever had her first…” Steve trails off, swallowing the lump in his throat. He cried when he found out about your unfaithfulness, and he cried on the way to the mansion and already excused himself a few times to cry in the bathroom, yet he was seconds away from crying again. “Then i-it’s you.”

Six blue eyes pool with hesitance, then tentatively land on the tallest frat boy.

Ari’s wounds run the deepest, piercing through his skin that you’ve marked with your lips and hands. You’ve branded him, traced your name on his chest as you two talked mindlessly about the future, where you see yourself after graduating from that pretentious university halfway across the world.

It wasn’t the distance. If it was, why did you date three other guys from the same city as him?

“Has she contacted any of you? While you two were arguing, she tried calling me.” He stares down at the missed call. The candid contact photo glares back, it was from your last birthday just before you blew out your candles. A surprise party he planned for you.

Everyone checks their phones.

“She just cancelled our date.” Ransom grits his teeth, glaring at the screen with your adorable yet revolting apology.

I promise I’ll make it up to you, daddy! I have a huge project coming up but I’ll miss you! Please don’t forget about me :(

“Ours too. Apparently, she has a project.” Curtis itches to call you right now and give you a piece of his mind but he’d rather see your face when your castle of lies crumbles to the ground.

You were always so pretty when you were helpless and ruined.

Steve’s phone is the last to chime. He gulps nervously and flips it over with a furrow between his brows. “She wants me to visit her next week.”

“Fucking bitch.” Ransom growls, throwing his phone across the room, it dents the wall with a loud thump. Everyone would be taken aback if he hadn’t broken four glasses already.

“I—uh, what do I say? Do I make up an excuse that I can’t go?”

Ari uncrosses his arms, blinking slowly. He was calm and it was terrifying considering how furious he should be. He knew you first, he fell for you first, he had you first, yet he was as peaceful as a boat on a gentle stream. “You don’t want to see her?”

Steve slumps over in a big hunk of muscle trapped in a too-small t-shirt. For someone usually happy and energetic, it was comical to see the new star player of the football team so defeated. Millions of bodychecks and tackles couldn’t amount to the gut-wrenching aches and emptiness, and Ari was the only one who understood that too.

He still wasn’t over the fact that he’s been playing on the same team as the guy who was fucking his girlfriend—their girlfriend?

“Of course I do. I love her.”

Steve was soft, to say the least, everyone knew that when they saw him walk into the fraternity house with a wide smile and a tray of freshly baked cookies, “I wanted to make a good impression and my ma says food is the best way to do it,” he said in a Brooklyn accent, “can’t have my frat brothers hating me, that’d be a shitshow.”

Hate wouldn’t be the word they’d use, but they weren’t completely comfortable with each other like before.

What are the chances that all your boyfriends enroll in the same college and join the same fraternity at the same time, even when all of them were attending different schools the previous year?

Fate was probably fed up with your deceitfulness.

“You’ll invite her here and we’ll all have her.” Ari decides, his dark eyebrows knitted tightly, “we’ll share. That means, the two of you get along or get out—”

“—this is my house.”

“I didn’t fucking ask.” He snaps, “If this is going to work, we’ll have to get along, or at least pretend to. And at the end of the night, no one loses, no one wins, but she gets what she deserves.”

For the hundredth time, Steve looks down at your hand in his. Your freshly manicured hand contrasts with his black gloves, and the glitter nail polish matches the dainty diamond on your ring finger, the one he bought you for your one year anniversary. You got him a chain necklace that he’s never taken off and with his bubbling nerves, it feels like the silver is burning through his skin.

“You okay, baby?”

As always and regardless of the conditions, he swoons at your lovely voice. Oh, he was neck-deep in his desire, trapped and made into a damn clown, yet his heart still sang for you.

“Yeah, doll. Are you?”

You grin and kiss his cheek with your glossed lips. “I’m perfect, daddy.” You’re happy that Steve begged you to come home instead of flying him to you.

This was your first time visiting his new college and elite university parties were nothing like the ones in the city. They lacked closeness and freedom since everyone was concerned about wrong angles or nasty rumours. Here, people just wanted to dress up, have fun, and celebrate Halloween on rented-out property in an old farmhouse.

“I’ll get you another drink.” Steve pats your hip and you scoot off his lap, occupying the free spot on the couch. He asks around for other refills and turns to you, tilting your chin up with his finger, “You want something to eat too?”

“No thanks, do you want me to come?”

Steve snorts, brushing you off with a claim of chivalry. You watch him walk away and ignore that little voice of guilt, the hushed dejected calls of three other names. They didn’t matter right now, you were with Steve and thinking about them any longer put all of your relationships at risk.

You love them all, but in different ways. There were different things to love about each of them, distinct qualities to admire, and little habits to remember. You were diligent with everything, that’s why you’ve gotten away with it for so long.

You grew up quite spoiled, always getting whatever you want from your parents who never used the word no. It was all on a shiny silver platter, from prized jewelry to new wardrobes, fancy cars and luxurious vacations. That part of you never grew up, you still wanted it all and got it—just like how you wanted four men and got them. They weren’t disposable to you, no, they were the loves of your life. You valued them, but obviously not enough to respect their trust and the sanctity of your relationship.

When Steve returns, you don’t waste any time. Your body presses against his and your lips trail down his neck, gently pushing the hood off his blond head, “I’ve missed you, daddy. Haven’t you missed me too?”

Steve has since gotten over his heartbreak and nerves. It took a bit of liquid courage and some direction from Ari, but he was ready. No longer a sad, pouting puppy but a vengeful beast, smelling out your lies like a fresh kill. It’s that deep-seated hunger which spurs him on, prompting him to pull you to the dance floor for a few songs. He yearns to feel your body against his, your irresistible warmth, and that magnetic force that pulled him to you two years ago.

You turn around in his hold, slowly grinding against his thigh. “I did what you asked…” You trail off, bringing his hand under your tutu. It isn’t out of character for you to be so forward, but it catches you off guard when he gropes your flesh. His fingers trace over the plug through your nylon tights and lace leotard. “Did I do good, daddy?”

“So good, baby.” His voice drops low, rumbling in his chest, his hard bulge rubs against your hip. “You always do so good for me.”

You were his best girl, his pretty doll who couldn’t do any wrong. He’d do anything you asked, bend over backwards to fulfill your any wish but that would change tonight. It was time for you to be stretched thin for his demands and satisfy his needs.

“I want to feel your mouth on me.”

Under any other circumstances, Steve would have felt embarrassed for saying that aloud, but all those worries fly out the window when your eyes twinkle and you nod obediently, truly the whore that Curtis said you were—well, he actually called you a fuckhole.

Steve wrongfully thought your body was his for the past two years, but at this moment, he chose to believe you were wholly his.

“You okay, sweet girl?”

You nod eagerly with your mouth locked around one of his balls, your tongue traces the seam before suckling. You’re so messy and struggle to take his full sack, slobbering filthily as saliva dribbles onto your pristine costume.

His gaze locks on your face, your cheeks are wet and hot with tears, and his spit hangs out the corner of your swollen lips. Your tongue swipes out for it before licking up his leaky cock, following the protruding veins to the fat tip.

“You like when I stroke your cock, daddy?”

“Yeah, baby. Go deeper, you’ve done it before.” His neck tenses when you gag on his cock, fisting what couldn’t fit in your mouth. “Fuck, that’s it.”

The music vibrates throughout the house, the loud conversations flowing in from under the bathroom door, but you didn’t care, not even with your sore knees pressing into the cold tiles, or your feather headpiece jostling with every bob.

His heavy weight on your tongue and his taste filling your mouth sends tingles through your body, but you force your hand away from your throbbing cunt. This was for Steve, your sweet, loving and fucking hot boyfriend Steve.

“So pretty down there, doing so good for me.” Steve pants heavily, guiding you to kiss up and down his pulsating length. The mushroom head is enveloped between your lips and you lick his slit. You’re usually a tease, but Steve has different things in mind.

He secures a hand behind your head and pushes down until his tip hits the back of your throat. You try to control your breathing, but it’s futile with his massive length violating your airways, hammering deep and rough. You choke around his girth, saliva spills down your chin, and tears pool in your eyes but you’re determined to bring him to that precipice. You take whatever he gives—from more spit on your face to brutal thrusts.

He forces you down further and rocks his hips, fucking your mouth like he hated you. “Look up at me, wanna see my pretty girl sucking my cock.”

You preen under his words, blinking up at him as tears stream down your face. Wet, garbled noises fill the small bathroom as you cling to his hips over his tattered robe, piercing the thin fabric with your nails.

“That’s it, good fuckin’ girl. Take daddy’s cock,” like the dumb whore you are. A stupid slut who isn’t content with only one man but needs several to suck dry—you’ve stolen it all, their time, money, and love. You didn’t deserve his cum right now, but Steve was too fucking soft.

He growls your name, pumping your mouth full of his hot seed. There’s so much that some seeps through the corners of your lips, following in the lines of your spit and tears, deliciously ruining your makeup. He forces you to stay there, filled to the brim and choking on his cum. After what felt like hours, he lets you pull off. You immediately swallow his seed and lick the sensitive tip for any rogue droplets, peppering messy kisses up the flushed flesh.

He helps you stand and rubs your cheek, smearing the spit, cum and tears into your skin. You moan and dip down, suckling his fingers and slowly lifting your dress. In the mirror, he sees your ass through the paper-thin nylon and sheer white leotard, and that plug snugly in your puckered hole.

The reflection only emphasizes the differences, you clad in a blinding, pure white against his black robe, glittering and feathery while he was dark and looming. The similarities are only visible to him, two people playing pretend. He thinks you should win an award for your performance.

You’re smaller than him, and so much weaker. He could pick you up and fuck you senseless against the wall, make your whines pour out for everyone to hear.

“Wanna see it, daddy? I did it for you.”

He does, but his phone vibrates on the counter.

Ransom: Time’s up. We don’t have all night.

It physically hurts to push you away. “In a bit, sweet girl. Let’s go enjoy the party, okay?”

The night goes on, party songs blare through the old farmhouse, rattling the old walls and windows. It’s safe to say you were momentarily satisfied after blowing Steve, the night was still young and you had all weekend to jump his bones before you left the city.

You found a group of people to chat with, easily joining their conversations. They were interested in your private school life, so you entertained them with stories of your strict years in ironed uniforms from your early childhood to university career but unlike them, you had zero knowledge about Greek life.

Apparently, there were a few fraternities on campus, “your boyfriend is in one, didn’t he tell you?”

“Uh, no. He didn’t.”

You almost forgot which boyfriend you were here with until one of them asked where Steve went, and Halloween night must bring magic because just as they asked, your date popped up from the backdoor. He headed straight for you and tugged you away by your arm, not bothering to greet your new friends.

You giggle, already tipsy from your first few drinks. “Where’d you run off to?”

He doesn’t respond and drags you outside, weaving through the bodies crowding the back porch illuminated by fairy lights. The crisp air fills your lungs, tainted with smoke, but it’s refreshing after being in a stuffy house all night.

You apologize to the few people you bump into, blindly stumbling after your boyfriend. He’s practically body-checking people out of the way and hauling you like dead weight. He’s so rough that your bag slips from your wrist. “Steve, my purse!”

Ransom huffs and spins around to grab your bag before continuing his trek to the woods, slowing down for your sake. This time, you follow easily, slightly inebriated and giddy, not questioning a thing—even though Steve was acting very different tonight, you were excited about anything else he had in store.

The darkness grows the deeper you walk, the light from the farmland property swallowed by the vast abyss. You make out the shapes of the trees and your boyfriend in the muted moonlight, although your dress is still bright, especially the rhinestones glimmering across your body.

“I wish we matched costumes… I need my prince.” You flirt, “I am a princess after all.”

The irony almost makes him laugh. You dressed as an untouched white swan, a cursed princess. There was no purity within you, the bleached tulle and feathers on your body were nothing but a mockery for delicacy and heartache.

“We could’ve been the cutest couple here! But you just wanted to hide under that robe. Are you scared I’m gonna find some marks that aren’t from me?”

Your teasing is cut short when he pins you against a thick tree, your back slams into the jagged bark and the back of your head throbs dully. Stars cloud your vision and you almost don’t notice when he drops to his knees between your legs. “What the hell—Steve!” With his head under your tutu, he makes quick work of tearing off his mask. The ghostly disguise falls to the forest floor face up, the horrid expression glaring at you.

You try to pull up your dress but he bats your hands away, quickly distracting you with a flat tongue up your clothed cunt. You gasp and your thighs tremble when his wet muscle flicks against your clit, his saliva and your slick soaking through the white lace.

“W-Wait, right now? I, fuck.” Your back arches when he bites your thigh.

The silent night is interrupted by an awful tear. Your nylon tights meet the same fate as your lace leotard, torn to bits by his wild hands.

“Daddy, uhm, I don’t—” Your voice breaks into a moan when his thick fingers slide to the hilt and he harshly sucks your clit. He doesn’t work you up to it, no, he starts like a starved man. He fucks you with two fingers, nudging the plug with his other hand while dining on your button. He latches onto the nub, massaging the nerves with his tongue as your pussy clenches around his digits, sucking him in.

He’s so rough and sloppy, making out with your cunt and hungrily slurping up your juices, disgracing the surrounding nature with the lewd noises and his guttural groans. Acting as if he hasn’t touched you in a lifetime.

Ransom briefly considers fucking up the whole plan just to see you properly. He misses your pretty face, your messy cunt and weepy hole, he feels you dripping but he would do anything to see your creaminess coating his fingers, just like his pinky ring.

The tree bark digs into your back as he hoists you higher. His spit splatters against you before his teeth drag along your clit and he nibbles mockingly. He soothes any aches with his tongue, trailing down your slit to lick into your hole. You whimper when hard slaps land on your nub, and he isn’t as kind this time around and rubs it roughly, bullying your sensitive button with his skilled fingers.

“Uh! D-Don’t stop, daddy. Please don’t stop.” You pant, already on edge from your previous escapade in the bathroom. You wondered why he didn’t touch you then, and now you’re thankful you waited. Your body has a mind of its own and rocks against his clean-shaven face, fucking yourself on his tongue. He hums against you, either with some degrading comment or praise, you didn’t care.

You fist his hair under your tutu, legs quivering as he replaces his wet muscle with his digits, pumping knuckle deep. His fingers hit that rough patch with every thrust, forcing your juices out and into his awaiting mouth, racing you toward that edge of euphoria.

His faint curses go muffled as you convulse, your thighs lock around his head, trapping him against your pussy. You cry out his name, so close to your high that you can taste it—sweet, addictive and full of relief, but you’re yanked from that delight when he pulls back.

The cold rushes against your wet folds, making you whine from the abrupt loss of his wet warmth. Your concerns die in your throat when he puts on his mask, wiping his fingers on his robe. Your weak legs drop to the ground as he leans back and tilts his head, studying you behind the plastic face.

Your heart pounds in your chest, the tightness unravelling within your stomach. “Why—Why’d you stop?”

All he does is laugh and stand up, dusting off his knees casually. You call out his name and in confusion, watch him turn around and walk back to the house, leaving you in the forest alone, soaked, and fucking high and dry.

At the sight of that familiar mask, you duck and turn the other way. Your drink is almost done so you toss it in the trash and sway through bumping bodies, ignoring the heavy footsteps that are somehow louder than the bass.

Were you avoiding him? Yes, but with his tall stature, he could easily spot you above the crowd and that limited your hiding spots.

He deserved it for leaving you out there like a sacrificial lamb. What would’ve happened if you had been shitfaced drunk? You’d probably pass out on the ground and freeze to death, and he’d be responsible for it, the dumb fucking jerk! If he abandoned you out there now, there was no telling if you’d find your way back to the house because tonight, you found out that more drinks go well with holding grudges.

You scream when your whole world is flipped upside down, and instantly recognize that stupid tattered robe, “Everyone can see my ass, jerk!”

Curtis snorts, you’ve probably fucked everyone in this room already and showing them your ass should be the least of your worries.

You’re set on your feet in a dark corner of the packed living room, the strobe lights flash across the heads of partygoers, and the music booms loudly, drilling some pop song into your head. He pulls you flush against his chest, crushing your tutu between your bodies.

“Get off me, asshole.” You try to wiggle free, but he’s too strong and big, he doesn’t even flinch when you stomp on his foot. “Ugh, I said get off!” You squirm when his hand slips between your thighs, meeting your bare cunt. “Steve!”

A sharp spank lands on your pussy, making your legs go numb but he holds you up with one arm, rubbing torturously slow circles on your swollen nub. With the booming music and the alcohol flowing through your system, you don’t register the different voice in your ear.

“That isn’t what you call me.”

You shiver, the warmth radiates off his body, luring you with his presence. You’re still wet and so sticky that your slick has smeared to your inner thighs, right where his fingers are tracing now. His touch ignites that fire again, all too effortlessly making you into a needy mess.

In the flickers of red, he can see every thought leave your head. Dumb little girl. You thought you could hide from him?

Curtis’ reaches in the slit of his robe to unbuckle his belt, and you’re too preoccupied with riding his fingers. His cock slides between your soaked, ruined folds, replacing his hand as he prods at your soppy hole. You go slack as he rocks slowly but never strays too far, letting you feel every inch.

“D-Daddy, oh!” You snap your jaw shut, “what are you—”

“Hush, you don’t want people to catch us, right?” He asks, thrusting forward until he nudges your puffy button, rubbing the sensitive nerves with the tip. He groans lowly, Ransom really bullied you down there.

Your eyes squeeze shut, your thoughts jumbling together from the overstimulation. “We—We shouldn’t, daddy…” Your voice fades when his hand wraps around your throat, his rough fingers digging into your skin and he forces you to face the crowd.

“None of them know who you really are, huh? What you really are?”

If anyone looked over, they’d instantly know what was going on. It was obvious from your blissed-out expression and his rocking hips, your weak hands grasping at his forearm as he squeezed harder.

The oxygen goes thin as your eyes roll back, your bones turn to jelly and soon he’s your only support. His beefy arm pins you to his chest, keeping you from falling over as he thrusts into your weepy folds, the bulbous tip catching on your hole but never penetrating.

If he could, he’d spit in your mouth, make you gag on his saliva until it dribbled down your chin. He wants the whole world to know what a slut you are, and how needy you get for cock that you’ll let him use you just feet away from other people.

Curtis knows you love the risk. He knew that the moment he met you—because you kissed him in the photo booth and slipped his hand up your skirt, begging in your soft voice for him to touch you.

Your lips part with a silent moan. He can’t resist slipping two fingers into your mouth, reminiscing when you sucked his dick that very same day and swallowed everything he gave you. Fucking cockslut. There were times when you dropped to your knees under his desk and rubbed over his clothed cock until he let you suck him off. You loved when he used you and when he was mean, acting like a damn bully instead of your loving boyfriend. You wanted to be degraded, ruined and downgraded to a cocksleeve, and that’s why you were his fucking pornstar.

He still has that photo strip of you smiling, all fucked out and dumb with spit, tears and cum on your face. Your very first picture together and you didn’t even know his last name at the time.

“Pl-Please let me come this time, daddy.” You plead, weakly meeting his thrusts.

This time?

Curtis holds back a huff, of course, Ransom would tease the hell out of you. No wonder you’re so pathetic right now, not even thinking straight as he takes you apart on his girth. The partygoers couldn’t see his face, but they could see yours, and how stupid you looked getting fucked in the corner of the room.

“You gonna come for me and cover daddy’s cock in your cream?” He asks, “Come in front of all these people, show ‘em what a fucking whore you are.”

If you weren’t so dazed, you would’ve realized that Steve has never called you a whore, he barely used slut either. Preferring to call you his sweet baby, his pretty doll, his girl, as he took you apart with suffocating love, those long fingers and his monstrous cock.

Your high topples over and you cling to his arm, victim to the wave of bittersweet relief. Your orgasm coats his length, claiming him as it streams down your legs, seeping into your tights. You’re so lost in the pleasure and unable to contain your loud pitiful mewl, drawing a few drunken gazes.

Curtis crowds you, blocking their eyes and presses you into the wall. He grips his cock, slapping the head against your pulsating clit before drawing back, the tip barely pops in before his seed spurts out, filling you up. Some escapes and the thick white cum follows in the trails of your squirt, and the feeling of being owned almost gets you worked up again.

You can’t hear much with the blood rushing through your head, but you make out a few words: “bathroom” and “clean yourself up.”

“W-Wait, we’re goin’ too far…” You slur, clutching the fresh seventh or eighth drink that your boyfriend shoved into your hand. Your previous one spilt all over the floor when he hauled you out of the bathroom. You barely finished cleaning yourself up before he barged in. “It’s your fault I was a mess, daddy… You can’t be mad at me.”

He doesn’t speak or falter, his purposeful strides so long that you flounder after him.

“Where are we,” you hiccup, “going?” When faced with no response, you dig your feet into the ground, but your ballet flats are useless in the dry, crumbling dirt. “Hey! I’m talkin’ to you!”

He stops suddenly and you squeak, bumping into his broad back. Punch—or whatever it was—spills out of the cup splashing onto your white dress, staining the tulle and feathers a bright scarlet.

“Ugh, Steve! Look what you did!”

He turns around, cocking his head like you were a child throwing a tantrum.

Your feeble attempts at cleaning the mess only make it worse and spread the vibrant red. “I really liked this costume, and now look… It’s like I was stabbed.” You pout, the alcohol making you a little emotional. “Y-You ruined it! And I-I felt so pretty today—”

He wraps you in his arms, cooing softly while rubbing your back. You drunkenly cling to his warm body, feeling his muscles under the hooded robe.

“Let’s stand here for a bit… you gave me a lot of drinks.” You nuzzle into his chest, brushing off the difference of his cologne. Cold night air brushes along your nylon-clad legs, fluttering the delicate mesh of the tutu. You’ve lost some rhinestones as the night went on, but nothing a little hot glue couldn’t fix. “You’ve never done public stuff like that, Stevie. You’re usually so private about us.”

He shrugs, the booming music is distant but the heavy bass still pounds in your ears.

“You don’t wanna admit it? C’mon, I won’t tell.” You flutter your lashes, a trick that always works. “I’m into it too, and how you caught me off guard only makes it better.”

Through blurry vision, you spot a guest house a few ways away. The lights are off, the driveway is empty, and an idea pops into your head. “We could have some real fun, daddy. Don’t you wanna have fun with me?”

This time he hums and drags his hands down your back, gripping your waist. He yanks you close, pushing an oof from your throat.

“You’re never so rough either.” His bulge presses against your front and you nearly drop to your knees right then and there. “Do you wanna keep the mask on?”

He nods, the lifeless black eyes and dramatically opened mouth absorbing any light, contrasting with the ghostly white face. He’s looming like a shadow the size of a mountain, intimidating you by merely looking at you with a dead gaze as daunting as the creepy fictional character.

You thought Steve didn’t like horror movies.

You lean up to kiss him, but he spins you around so quickly that you almost fall over. Tall corn stalks and various pumpkins sit on hay bales under an archway forebodingly lit by lanterns.

You giggle, “Ooh! You wanna race to see who finds the exit first? I’ll have you know, I’m quite the pro. I go whenever they have one at the pumpkin patch!”

Ari fucking knows that because it’s one of your traditions. You two go every year and get hot chocolate and fresh pie, then head to the corn maze for your annual competition. As always, you get a head start and he pretends to get lost so you have to find a way out together, and he’ll try—and fail—to fool around with you. Your excuse? “There are families here!”

As if you hadn’t begged him to fuck you in the closet when you were visiting his family for spring break. He had to gag you with your panties, you were so needy and pleading for him to fuck you harder, to fuck you stupid just doors away from his parents.

You wanted to be caught that day, and right now he wished he let you walk out with his cum on your face. Perhaps then, you’d be filled with humiliation just like the four of them.

He wanted you to think you got away with it, that you’re still the queen and they’re stupid pawns to your game. Just so he can watch the despair wash over your face, the broken pride will fall from your lips in half-assed apologies.

You’ll cry and beg for forgiveness, for mercy, but they won’t give it to you. No, they want you to suffer, wallow in distraught—just as Odette did when Siegfried swore to love another.

He watches you run off, your loud inebriated laughter flowing into the open air, joyous and free, the complete opposite of what you’ll be when the clock strikes midnight.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees three other hooded figures emerge from the forest. One by one, their stark white masks are bathed in the moonlight, screaming or crying or both. He sets your purse by the entrance after taking your cell phone, and only then does he enter the maze.

It isn’t long until he catches up to you, following the fallen feathers from your costume like breadcrumbs.

You’re leaning against the haystack wall, flashing him a mischievous smile. Your hands drag down your body, teasingly pulling down the front of your dress to expose your cleavage.

He steps towards you, craving the heat of your skin. He wants to know just how much the other guys ruined you, but you duck under his arm and race deeper into the maze, giggling madly.

“Gotta be faster than that, daddy!”

The further you go, the darker it gets. Everything looks the same, all varying in shades of green but you try to not get distracted, sugary sweet victory is hot on your mind. You slow down and listen for heavy feet on the grass, but all you hear are crickets and the gentle wind.

You scream when thick arms wrap around your waist, heaving you high into the air and pinning you against a haystack. Built arms hook under your thighs as his hips slip snugly between your thighs, brushing your overworked core.

You laugh, “this is like the movie! What does she say?” You think for a moment, “No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!” You burst into laughter, playfully kicking your feet, “now the stain makes… uh… sense! It makes sense!”

The shadows cloud over his masked face, making him look sadder or more scared. Horrified would fit the best, but your drunken head couldn’t find the word.

“You’re so pretty when you beg.”

All blood drains from your face and fills your heart, sinking it straight to hell and taking your carefree smile with it.

“What? You don’t miss me?” His deep voice slices through the silence, “Oh, or do you miss someone else more?” From each turn enter three more figures, matching black robes clad over their shoulders with the hoods pulled down, accentuating their stark white disguises.

He flips up his mask, making you nauseous in a single motion. “Happy Halloween, bunny.” His long hair frames his pale face and his eyes gleam with cruel amusement as a twisted grin plays on his pink lips.

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

“Poor girl, did you lose your voice?” Number three.

“That’s a shame, I love hearing you scream.” Number four.

The rest of the men remove their masks and your eyes drift over each of them. The sick glee drips off their faces and entwine with ferocious hunger. They surrounded you like predators to prey, the reapers to bring you to your inescapable fate—and they were ecstatic about it.

Number two doesn’t look as happy as Curtis and Ransom, in fact, his expression was unreadable. He was quiet and cold, not only with his schooled features, but he didn’t speak like the rest of them.

When Steve got quiet, he was terrifying because you didn’t know what to expect. You could only imagine the things going through his head, your sweet, loving, baker boyfriend had a dark side, one that you’ve only seen a handful of times if some guy hit on you.

He always managed to leave the scene before things got too intense, but you feared this wasn’t one of those times.

“N-No…”

“No? Did you miss me the most then?” Ari asks mockingly, blue eyes drawn low, “you loved me first, so you must love me the most too.”

You can’t feel the tears streaming down your numb cheeks but you know they’re there, and that’s only confirmed when Ari wipes one with his thumb, and sucks it into his mouth. Your salty misery is his favourite taste but it isn’t enough, all four of them want your ultimate destruction.

“Cry all you want, bunny. Karma doesn’t give a shit if you’re sad or scared.” Oh but they wanted you to be petrified, “You reap what you sow—and for you, sweetheart, it’s time to bite the bullet.”

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: did someone say a hate fucking gangbang? Bc that’s what’s going to happen. we're starting no nut November with nuts, but oops !! p.s. the date for the next part is on the fic masterlist.

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! check out the rest of my kinktober masterlist for my other spooky slutty fics !!

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

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