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𝕳𝖊 𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕬𝖎𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖞𝖗𝖓𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘
𝙵𝚊𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚎
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕.
𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 ~ 𝙰 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜.
𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖 ~ 𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎.
𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.
Relationship: fae!Ransom Drysdale x captive!fem reader
Words: ~1.6k
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (public sex, fingering, spanking, mention of oral sex and unprotected vaginal sex), mind control, mean!Ransom, SMUT! 18+ ONLY
A/N: ooooooh I love him. Enjoy you guys!
Ransom leaned back on his throne as the human king in front of him droned on and on, sighing deeply as he swirled his golden wine on its goblet and watched it catch the light.
Gods but these humans with all their problems were boring. Always with their meager excuses why they couldn’t pay their dues to the high fae king. It was too cold for crops. The cows weren’t producing milk. The rivers were frozen and halted trade. Blah blah blah blah blah.
At least his throne was comfortable. More of a chaise than a throne, with gilded legs and arms worked into intricate patterns and piled with cushions of silk and velvet. The wine was excellent as well, and the fruits brought to him by the servants were succulent and ripe. It all would have been very nice if it weren’t for the incessant whinging of the man in front of him.
There was only one thing that could cure his boredom.
“I do not care how supposedly terrible the winter was, you have responsibilities to me and to your people. If you cannot pay with gold or crops, I will have to take my dues in some other way,” Ransom held up a finger to silence the lesser king when he opened his mouth again, turning to one of the lower fae who made up his court and grinning wickedly. “Bring me my kitten.”
“What else could you possibly want?” The human king looked angry, clenching and unclenching his fists as he watched the fairy king rest on his rich throne and enjoy the fruits of the lands of always summer. It was an affront that he required payment for the protection of the human lands when he was enjoying such wealth. “I have nothing else to offer, I…”
The words froze in his throat when the door to the throne room opened, all the blood draining from his face and terror taking him when he caught sight of you.
It was supposed to just be a rumor, that the fae would take your firstborn if you couldn’t fulfill your oaths. But here you were, a former crown princess being led on a gilded leash as she prowled on all fours towards the fairy king. You wore nothing but a golden collar and soft kitten ears, and the human king felt his stomach churn when he saw a matching tail that could only possibly be held in place in a certain way. He couldn’t decide whether he should look away or not, this was the most obscene display he had ever witnessed.
“There’s my precious little kitten,” Ransom beamed when your eyes lit up at the sight of him, taking your leash from his courtier and patting his thrones until you hopped up onto it and stretched out in front of him. “That’s my good princess, did you have a lovely bath?”
“Mmhm,” You arched your back and purred when he gently traced his long fingers along your jaw, whining softly when they began to drag down your throat. “Nice and clean for you, Daddy.”
“I can tell, kitten,” Ransom chuckled when you let him slip his other hand between your thighs, spreading them wide so your pussy was on display for his entire court. “Clean and already wet, my eager little girl. Ah ah, you fucking look at her,” He scolded the human king when he started to look away as Ransom began to pet your quivering cunt, kissing the top of your head and sliding the hand on your throat lower so he could fondle your breasts. “She enjoys being shown off so you watch. And stop looking so concerned, she loves this. She’s spoiled rotten, doesn’t even remember her old life or her family unless I lift the hold I have on her mind. You’re happy, aren’t you, kitten?”
“Mmm, yes Daddy,” You squeaked and writhed against him when he tweaked one of your nipples, your pussy gushing all over his fingers when he gave it a gentle pat before he started to pet you again. “Can I have cream? Oh please, Daddy?”
“Later, little one, I’ll give you more cream than you can swallow,” Ransom’s smile grew even more cruel when the human king gagged at that, rubbing your pussy faster until you choked on your purrs. “My sweet, stupid little thing.”
You mewed and looked over your shoulder at him with widened eyes, panting when he squeezed your breast and spreading your legs even wider for him. The expression on your face was one of pure love and adoration. The fairy king was your whole world. Every second you were apart from him was pure torment, and every second you were with him was pure bliss. Your body responded to him like it did to nothing else, only he knew how to touch you and work you up until you could think of nothing but the unimaginable pleasure that would rage through your body.
Ransom could tell you were starting to lose it, his gaze shifting between you and the uncomfortable human king as he drew you towards your peak. He was enjoying the way both of you were squirming, you with ecstasy and the king with disgust. Showing you off to his court was thrilling enough, but he truly enjoyed using you to show his dominion over his human subjects. They all thought they could get away with whatever they wanted, but you were proof that they never would.
He smacked your clit and cooed at you when you came apart for him, kissing your cheek gently and making sure the lesser king was watching while your pussy fluttered and gushed all over the throne. You whimpered and sucked on your bottom lip when he asked you if you wanted more, letting him turn you onto your stomach and slip his thumb into your mouth while your eyes drifted closed. Ransom stroked your back a few times before he began to give you soft, quick spanks, taking a rest every few slaps to rub your pussy or gently tug on your tail plug. His gaze never left the human king though, chuckling along with the rest of his court when the man turned bright red at having to continue to witness your humiliation.
“Such anger in you humans,” Ransom hushed you when you whined as one of his spanks landed directly on your sensitive pussy. “Before I laid my web over her mind my little kitten was angry too, now look at how happy she is,” he finished spanking you and slowly pushed two of his fingers inside you, smiling when you clenched around him immediately before starting to slowly fuck you with them. “Imagine how happy your son will be once he becomes my puppy. Would you like a playmate, pretty kitten?”
The kings horrified grunt was drowned out by your mewl of assent, your back arching as you pushed your hips into the air so he could have all the access he needed. You would do anything he asked of you, sucking harder on his thumb as he slid a third finger inside you to stretch you even wider. Ransom cocked his head when the king started to tremble with rage, feeling the energy coming off the man and shivering at the pleasure he derived from eliciting such a reaction. He couldn’t resist the urge to rile him up even further.
“Just think how lovely your son will look with his own little tail. I think I’ll have him fuck my little kitten for the court’s amusement, what a pretty sight that would be,” the king looked as if he was thinking of killing Ransom, as if he could harm him in any way. “And once he’s filled her tiny cunt and worn her out he can suck my cock like a good boy. He’ll sleep at the foot of my bed and fetch my slippers just like a loyal dog should.”
“Stop,” the thought of his son being subjected to such degradation made him want to be sick, but he couldn’t let his people starve either. “Stop this. I will kill you if you touch my son.”
“Are you going to keep your oaths to me then?” A fourth finger pushed inside you and you sobbed around Ransom’s thumb, drooling all over his hand and yourself while you squirted in your climax. “Because the only other option you have is to give up my protection. You should ask my kitten’s father how that went for him, how much of his kingdom was lost to those barbarian goblins before he finally let me take her from him so I would drive them back, how many of his subjects children were taken by the wisps and sprites before I secured the border between our realms. I will give you until sunset on the morrow to make your decision, leave me now.”
Ransom drew you into his lap after pulling his hand out of your fluttering pussy, kissing your nose and telling you how beautiful you were as his guards escorted the beleaguered king from his hall. He already knew what the man’s answer would be, and he looked forward to fitting his son with a jeweled collar and watching you welcome his new pet.
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Don't need your name to own you
dark fae!Ransom Drysdale x female reader
summary: You're not interested in anything personal the Scaretale offers. You just want to see it from the inside. Then, once your curiosity is sated, you're going home. But you forgot what curiosity did to the cat...
warnings: dark fae!Ransom; dark!Ransom; dub-con; drugging of sorts; power imbalance; dirty talk; Master/pet undertones (but no pet play); degradation mixed with praise; humiliation; brief F/F/F; oral (f receiving); rimming; fingering; forced orgasm; squirting; anal play; anal sex, unprotected sex;
word count: 5.6k
Author’s Note: Fae isn't exactly a monster, but it's still very fitting for the Scaretale universe 😎 Especially with how wicked and devious Ransom is. It's definitely dark, even if it feels light and almost playful, too. It's how the fae get you😏 Also, this is the very first time I wrote something so long for Ransom! But I have to admit that I had fun writing this devious, kinky Ran. I know @stargazingfangirl18 is doing a happy dance about it, lol.
To the tiniest button, to the last line, to the very detail - preparation was something you excelled at. It gave you a sense of control, too. Which, in turn, boosted your confidence.
If you were prepared, nothing would surprise you.
It’s why you researched Scaretale for over six months; following not only the online reviews, gossip, or comments from people and monsters who attended, but also spending hours upon hours in the library and online archives. You browsed everything there was about fae and their customs.
Since the Scaretale was founded and owned by a fae, you figured it had to be created and ruled by the fae magic. Learning about it as much as you could was a smart move if you wanted to enter the club.
And you wanted to.
It tempted you.
Not for the reasons most of the people went there - to search for love, or to taste the spicy taboo. No, you were curious. So achingly, annoyingly curious.
You wanted to walk in there, soak up the atmosphere and observe. Your thoughts often derailed, wondering how the interactions inside the club looked like. Was it a full on debauchery (so cliche), or maybe so similar to a human club (how disappointing)?
You’ve put a lot of thought into choosing your wardrobe, making sure to not pick anything too revealing as to not attract too much attention. As well, nothing too modest, because to some monsters that was even more appealing, with the whole innocence and fragility concept.
You weren’t going there to fill anyone’s lust. Only to sate your own curiosity.
By now you knew the exterior of the club by heart, having walked by it so many times and admiring the details. It had that enchanting allure of a building that stood out from all the others, veiled in mystery that one couldn’t resist unraveling. Like the abandoned, or supposedly haunted houses in the movies, where kids dared each other to knock on the door. Though Scaretale looked less creepy and more magical.
There were big, stained-glass windows, yet nothing could be seen through them. Not even in the late evening when the colorful glass glowed from the inside, but no shadows passed, no silhouettes were visible. As if the windows were only a decoration and not a means to give view either way.
Curved vines, with detailed leaves and thorns, weaved around the entrance. The door, too, seemed to be made from delicate, thickly woven ivy, though to the touch it was sturdy like steel.
The door opened easily, just from a single push. They closed behind you soundlessly.
Pleasant warmth welcomed you. Not too stifling like in most clubs, but rather reminiscent of a summer evening when the warmth lingers, but leaves room for evening freshness.
A softest kind of breeze brushed around your ankles and up your legs, like the faintest touch of gentle hands. It teased your collarbones and swept up your neck to flick a sensitive spot behind your ear. It evoked your surprised, tiny gasp.
That sensation wasn’t palpable enough for you to startle and search for invisible hands, but it piqued your already high curiosity.
Was it a welcome every human who entered received? Or maybe the sensations upon arrival were attuned individually?
Or was it just your own imagination?
If your unsatisfied curiosity was pulsing earlier, now it raged with hunger. You barely kept your pace slow, while all you wanted was to immediately check every nook, study every creature, taste and touch every single detail.
That would draw unnecessary attention. Which you didn’t need. You wanted to snoop around undisturbed.
And definitely not becoming someone’s interest.
Feigning nonchalance, you cast long glances at each booth and the monsters occupying it. A group of orcs, who were attempting to be politely quieter than their booming voices allowed. Two vampires, both more occupied with their sleek phones than with the pretty waitress who brought their wine. Though it seemed she had one of the orcs watching her every move.
At first, even at a second glance, it appeared that Scaretale was a boring, high end type of club where everyone was behaving themselves and only considering courting someone who caught their eye.
But you felt that raw, intense pulsing in the air. A tension that wasn’t about to break into violence, but rather into a primal chase and claiming.
That elegant veneer veiled a lethal doom.
Your blood rippled with a wave of thrill. Just adrenaline, you told yourself as your instincts tensed in anticipation.
Your gaze shifted back and forth, across the endless room, over every booth and nook and iron-wrought railings cutting off a few alcoves. Any moment now someone could snap. Any monster was bound to leap and find their prey, who would yield willingly, or put up a fight. To some, the prey would crawl over - mesmerized, enchanted, or simply so desperate.
A venus flytrap.
The club, you realized, was like a pulsing, living entity that lured humans in with sweet poison of mystery and promises of love; only to trap them the moment a predator lurking within decided to claim them.
You moved forward, toward the glowing oval bar that stood in the center of the grand space. As you approached, you felt your mouth going dry, your throat aching for a drop of liquid. Frowning, you forced yourself to swallow your own saliva.
Scaretale belonged to a fae. A dark fae. There was no way you were going to eat or drink anything served here.
That’s how people bound themselves to the fae. At least according to most legends. Even if it was an exaggerated lore, you preferred not to find out for yourself.
A blue haired woman minded the bar. She moved gracefully, floating from one end to the other in dance-like steps. Her smile was gentle, not a fake one forced to appease customers. She paused for a second as you neared the countertop, lips parting as if to ask what you wanted to drink. Before she uttered a single sound, her mouth closed and she twirled away, ignoring you completely.
You were about to study the short encounter, wondering why unexpected rudeness happened, but a different presence entered your personal space.
You felt a peculiar tickling grazing your skin, like tiny drops of carbonated drink bursting around your mouth and nose when you took a first sip of freshly opened soda, or champagne.
It wasn’t an overwhelming body heat you’d expect from most monsters, nor a piercing coldness a vampire might give off. This man’s aura was fresher. Like a stream weaving through the midsummer forest.
“Ain’t you a curious little creature?” His voice drawled in a soft, velvety mockery.
Eyes still glued to the empty space where the bartender stood a few seconds ago, your body froze on the spot the second the mysterious man invaded your personal space.
As his voice reached you, your curiosity yanked you into movement.
You had to see who it was.
Your eyes found themselves on level with a male chest. Not the broadest, if you compared it to some other monsters in the club that night, but corded with lean muscles. His shirt was a pearly white, similar to satin, or maybe silk. Definitely expensive. Tiny, golden buttons on it were fucking monogrammed.
Your gaze slowly dropped down, where his waist narrowed into tight hips and long, long legs (clad in equally expensive pants). His arms hung loosely at his sides, forearms exposed where the sleeves of the shirt were rolled up.
His skin was fair, a faint glow caught deep beneath the skin surface. What instantly caught your attention and filled you with an alarming sensation, were the black tips of his fingers. Color darkest at the fingertips, gradually fading as it went down his knuckles and into his palm.
Not just black, but a night sky ink that seemed to shimmer a dark dust in the blackness.
A dark fae!
Your gaze snapped up to his face. Most beautiful face you’ve ever seen. Even with the smirk curving his lips, which would usually annoy you in any human male.
Not a single feature of his face seemed flawed, or in disharmony. His irises were a crystalline blue, but the longer you stared into them the more it appeared that all changes in the sky were reflected in the fae’s eyes.
“You know what curiosity did to a cat, right? And yet you’re here.” He gave an almost disappointed sigh, but amusement sparked his eyes and his smirk didn’t ease an inch.
“A stubborn little, human tabby,” he chuckled, giving you a once over.
It was merely a flick of gaze and for some reason you knew it was only for show, because this man had been studying you for longer. Possibly, his attention was on you the whole time you thought yourself to be unnoticed as you explored the club.
You licked your lips nervously, but still straightened your back and titled your chin up in defiance.
“Humans are allowed here.” You bit back. “Encouraged to come, even.”
“Humans who seek a partner, yes.” He replied. His beautiful, tempting lips were ready to say more when you interrupted-
“Who says I’m not looking for one?” You crossed your arms over your chest, attempting for fake confidence to hide the simple urge to test everything.
“You’re looking for trouble, Tabby.” The fae tutted in a soft warning. “You’ve been after it for weeks. Every single day walking around the building and learning its details with a deep hunger that a desperate slut has for her Master’s cock.”
Fire blazed up within you, scorching your skin from the inside and melting low in your abdomen.
You weren’t sure if it was his dirty metaphor that ignited the reaction, or the scary fact that he was aware of your investigation. Of every single time you strolled around the building and watched it.
“Since you’re so passionate about Scaretale and I’m the owner, I thought it’s only polite that I attend to your needs personally.”
Clear sky in his irises dimmed into dusk, with blue so dark and seductive you couldn’t look away. Or perhaps it was his words that gripped you in a vice, shocking with the innuendo, but oh so tempting with it, too.
His curled forefinger lodged beneath your chin. Then his thumb pressed to the front of it, trapping you in a grip that only seemed gentle.
“Why don’t you give me your name, Tabby?” He coaxed and your tongue instinctively moved to roll out the answer.
Thankfully, the cautious part of your brain was still working and you caught the side of the spiderweb he almost launched you into.
“Nuh-uh.” Tip of your tongue flicked out to lick your bottom lip - a move that the fae caught with growing interest. “I know your kind’s tricks. I’m not going to fall for it and just give myself away to be bound. And before you offer, I won’t accept any food, or drink, either.”
You expected irritation. Anger that his smooth act didn’t work on you, while you bet so many would fall for his charm and flirting alone. Especially, since a man like that one rarely got denied anything he wanted. Fae or human, men of power and wealth were all the same in that department.
Instead, he smiled. There was something wicked to the way his lips curved and his eyes glinted with amusement. Even the crinkles that formed around his eyes didn’t ease the growing uneasiness deep in your gut.
“So clever.” He hummed, slowly dragging his thumb toward your lips.
He drew a line below the bow of your mouth first, then a warm pad touched your pouty lip and brushed along it.
It felt as if that touch grazed your clit.
He rubbed your bottom lip again and your thighs clenched in a foolish attempt to prevent the sensation teasing your nub.
Your body had always been quite responsive, though the fae might have been the first man to get your pussy started just from the way he played with your mouth.
“You can call me Ransom,” he offered his name, without any tricky games. Or so you thought. “Or-” he paused, for the third time brushing his thumb along your lip- “your Master.”
His hand withdrew, leaving a warm print on your chin and a tingling sensation on your bottom lip. It took your brain a second to register his words fully. Another second for your rebellion to fire up and react.
“My Master?!” You snorted in faint rage, hating how saying those words sent a jolt down your spine.
Your tongue poked out to lick the aftertaste of his touch. But it felt like there was an actual taste following, first coating your tongue then swallowed with your saliva. A little sweet, fizzing like pop-rocks.
Staring into Ransom’s eyes, you were focused on the touch of his thumb itself. Never expecting, or imagining the trail of sparkling black dust from his fingertips leaving traces on your lips.
Which you licked. And swallowed.
There was no dizziness, nor complete loss of limb movement, yet your whole body became pliant and hot. Fascination with the dark fae grew into devotion, eagerness to follow him. To please him.
“See, my fiery Tabby,” Ransom’s eyes blazed inhuman blue. “I don’t need your name to own you.”
“You tricked me!” You accused him, but couldn’t make yourself run away from him. Quite the contrary, you itched to snuggle into his arms and purr like the kitten he nicknamed you.
“I am a dark fae.” He laughed. Then he stepped even closer, your body touching his and reacting to the proximity with increasing need. His knuckles caressed your cheek, before his hand dipped lower and his fingers curled around the front of your neck.
“Now, give me your name. As you will give me everything I ask for, anyway.”
Your name rolled out on your tongue without any resistance. Your eyelids fluttered close when Ransom rewarded your obedience with barely whispered praise and mouth nearing yours. His lips almost touched yours, holding you on the precipice until you nearly whined.
With a triumphant chuckle, he withdrew. Your eyes opened when he snapped his fingers.
A heartbeat later two women appeared at your sides. Both with skin glowing from within, stunning and perfect. And almost naked. They had warm smiles and mischief sparkling in their eyes.
“Meet Dusk and Dawn.” He introduced the two fae, then directed an order at them - “Take her to my chambers and prepare her.”
“Prepare?!” You squeaked when the women simply hooked their arms with yours and began leading you, like a group of friends might support each other when walking after a few drinks.
“Be a good girl, Tabby.” Ransom grinned. “Do as they say. I’ll be with you in a moment and sate some of that curiosity of yours.”
“Yes, Master.” It spilled out of your mouth, before your brain even registered what you were saying.
Ransom laughed at your shocked expression and the embarrassment that followed.
Dusk and Dawn lead you across the club, toward the far back where the space diverted in three ways. Left and right corridors were swarmed with darkness, but the middle one was pulsing with an unusual glow. They took you to the central one.
A few steps down the corridor and an ornate, double winged window marked its end. Nothing was visible through it, beside the yellow-green light. As they pushed you through it, like through a dry waterfall, your feet landed on a carpet so plush and dark green, it might as well be moss.
Wait, was it moss?
The walls of the bedroom seemed solid, no trees suddenly sprouting from anywhere. But the dark jewel tones reminded the core of the woods. An explicitly large bed stood in the middle - a frame carved of dark wood, with a canopy weaved off gauzy fabrics and live vines and so many fairy lights.
You squeaked when the women started tugging on your clothes. They skilfully dodged your hands when you attempted to swat them away, moving fast and light like fireflies. One of them reminded you that Ransom asked you to listen and instantly that pull to obey made you cease your fight.
A part of you hated that automatic obedience, every rebellious streak in you fussed and stomped against it. But there was also that damn side of you, which was kinda fascinated with it.
Was whatever you tasted on your lips enough to bind you to a fae? What belonging to him would entail? How deeply your body’s reactions would attune to Ransom’s commands?
The fae spread you on the bed, cooing at you when you sank into the soft linens with a contented sigh. Their lips were warm and gentle as they kissed your exposed skin, stirring your arousal.
You’ve never been with a woman. There was some curiosity towards it, but never an actual attraction to study it deeper. Now two were playing with your body against your will, as if you were a kitten for their amusement.
And for the Master’s.
The thought of Ransom joining you in that bed made you shiver. Your gaze fitted on the slopes of the soft canopy hanging above, but you imagined his face filling your vision as he settled on top of you. Between your thighs.
A reluctant moan bubbled on your lips when Dusk parted your legs and with a giggle chased sweet kisses up your inner thighs.
Dawn closed her mouth around your nipple, plucking the other with her fingers.
You felt overwhelmed. Your body roused, your pussy was tingling, but you were also embarrassed, helpless, and in the back of your head still huffed that resistance.
“Nooo!” You whined, back arching, when Dusk’s tongue licked into your seam.
“Yes,” came an unyielding reply.
Your head lifted from the pillows, finding Ransom standing at the foot of the bed, watching your body being pleasured. Being prepared. For him.
He started to unbutton his shirt, lazily. All the while holding your gaze and with a triumphant look drinking in all of your expressions and sounds. He watched as Dawn kissed and licked all over your breasts and belly; as your hips rocked eagerly into Dusk’s mouth when she sucked on your clit.
“Dusk is really talented with her mouth.” Ransom complimented the other fae, who in return parted your folds with her fingers and began licking and kissing all over your dripping pussy. “You should thank her, Tabby.”
You whined, scrunching up your nose and refusing to comply. Which made Ransom chuckle at your defiance.
He walked to the side of the bed, one knee dipping into the mattress as he leaned across to grip one of your legs. He brought it outwards and up, opening you wider.
There were no words spoken, but perhaps they had some telepathic communication, or maybe they’ve done this dance before - because the moment Ransom had you spread wider, your pelvis slightly tipped up, Dusk’s tongue delved down.
Toward your tight rim.
“Oh fu-!” You cried out, clenching your eyes shut at the humiliation.
Fae’s tongue circled your tight hole, teasing it and evoking unknown sensations. Then she wiggled it in, giggling when your pussy clenched in return, dripping more of your slick. And Ransom was watching it with growing hunger; his burning gaze focused on the shiny mess between your buttocks as Dusk licked and spit onto your asshole.
Dawn pinched your nipples playfully for the last time, then crawled across you. Without prompting, she unzipped Ransom’s pants and pushed it down his legs. Slipping off the bed, she helped him out of the clothes completely.
Not once did she touch him, however.
The second Ransom was completely naked, Dusk pulled away from between your legs. Her grin was wicked, her lips shiny with your wetness and she licked it with a broad swipe, winking at you playfully.
Both fae women left the bedroom, but you didn’t pay attention to where they were going. Your focus shifted completely to Ransom, who was now fully naked and moving towards you.
Your gaze slid from his beautiful face, down his unblemished torso. Like you assumed, he wasn’t a beefy kind of man, but there was a chiseled structure of muscles speaking of speed and stealthy kind of strength.
A tattoo of intricate vines weaved all around his pelvis; leaves and branches dipping down the V cut and running down his cock, too.
Usually you wouldn’t use the word pretty to describe a dick, but that fae’s was…
It was long and nicely thick, a pretty flush color that gradually darkened into the same sparkling black as the tips of his fingers.
Would his cum be as drugging as the dust from his fingers?
Ransom knelt between your lewdly spread thighs. His gaze lingered on where you were soaked and pulsing with need. His fingers brushed your thighs, then skimmed up your belly and over your breasts. When he pinched your nipples, it was more mean than how Dawn treated you.
Still, your chest arched and you hissed in pleasure.
One of his hands moved upwards, teasing your neck and then bracketing your face. He squeezed your cheeks and leaned closer. A strand of silky, dark blond hair fell across his forehead, adding a boyish charm to an otherwise lethally beautiful creature.
Ransom’s breath tickled your lips, his mouth hovering so close to yours. He let your lips brush lightly. Again and again, but not pressing harder. Until you squirmed under him and pushed against his hold to finally taste that wicked mouth. Would he taste like pop-rocks the way his dust did?
“To you I’ll taste like ambrosia, my feisty pet.” Ransom murmured, and you were unsure if he could read your mind, or if you blurted the question aloud. “I’ll taste like your last meal. Like all you ever want to have on your tongue for the rest of your life.”
“And when I break you-” he added, his deceivingly velvety voice more alluring than scaring- “you’ll never want to experience anything else but the pleasure and humiliation coming from your Master.”
Your brain fogged. Your body shivered with growing need, becoming restless the longer he denied you that fate.
It wasn’t all due to his magic. That curious spirit of yours was eager to find out how many sensations he could expose you to, how it would feel to belong to a dark fae.
“Master,” you breathed out a plea.
“Vow you belong to me.” Ransom demanded, tightening his grip.
“I belong to you. I give myself to you.” Somehow your tongue knew which words to say and the moment they bubbled out, your body filled with a certain awareness. Like an alert humming beneath your skin, attuned to the presence of the man above you.
It wasn’t just arousal anymore, or fascination. The need to be near him, to please him in any possible way, to be used, has taken root inside of you.
It illuminated with the power of the sun, filling you with warmth and ecstasy, when Ransom rewarded your pledge with a kiss. A sinful play of lips tasting of midsummer dreams and tongue teasing yours with promises of taboo.
When he pulled back, you looked at him in daze and admiration. Your mouth parted wider, tongue sticking out, when Ransom dipped two of his fingers into your mouth. His other hand sneaked down your body, black-tipped fingers playing with your already pulsating pussy.
He pushed his digits to the back of your throat, making you choke and splutter. Your eyes teared up, but you didn’t break eye contact. When Ransom added a third finger, pressing them down on your tongue and further in, you gagged. Your body spasmed, but he held you down still - fucking your face with his fingers, at the same time circling your clit with the other hand.
He made you come just by playing with your pearl. Or maybe the strongest shockwave was from the way he forced his fingers into your throat; filling you with more of the fizzy fae dust that made you salivate and crave him more.
“Good girl, Tabby,” he cooed as he kept his fingers on your tongue while you writhed and moaned your release.
Your body was still buzzing with the remnants of your climax when Ransom finally withdrew his fingers. Shiny with your spit, he brought them down between your spread thighs.
Without preamble, he thrust all three into you.
Your back arched as you fisted the sheets. Ransom’s name was a broken cry on your lips as your pussy welcomed the intrusion.
Like with your mouth, he set a steady, merciless rhythm. The second orgasm came quickly, not surprising you, considering how responsive your body was. It bubbled into the very tips of your fingers, making you mewl in pleasure.
But the cloudy lull dispersed when your body registered the continued stimulation.
Ransom kept moving his fingers. A little faster, too. He crooked them, pressing into your G-spot with each damn thrust. An embarrassingly loud squelching sound accompanied each move of his fingers.
His other hand played with your swollen clit, drawing you closer and closer to the precipice. When you whined, heels dragging against the mattress in a futile attempt of squirming away from the onslaught, Ransom’s hand changed its course. He splayed his fingers over your lower abdomen.
And then he pressed down.
At the same time driving his fingers into that most sensitive, responsive spot.
Your whole body jolted, bowing in half as pleasure more intense than before sizzled through your body. You screamed.
Ransom kept going and pressing and fucking… and you kept squirting.
Shaking and crying, you stared in disbelief at the mess between your spread thighs. Not only was his whole palm wet, but so was his forearm. A few splashes shone on his abdomen, as well.
Your breath was ragged, your mind somewhere outside of your body, when Ransom slowed and eased you through the aftershocks. Through half-lidded eyes you watched as he brought his soaked hand to his mouth. Holding your gaze with a wicked smirk, he sucked one of his fingers clean.
“I’ve never done that before,” you whispered shyly.
“Oh, Tabby.” Ransom’s gaze was both parts warm and evil as he lowered his hand between your thighs again. “I’m going to do to you a lot of things you’ve never tried before.”
“N-no!” You protested when you felt where his touch aimed.
Your fingers clenched on the sheets tighter when you felt his wet digits circle your rim. Your muscles cinched, but it only made Ransom chuckle.
“You’re going to let me,” he teased, “because you’re more curious than scared, little pet.”
Ransom’s lips puckered in a fake sympathetic pout and he let out a mocking coo as he forced a single finger into your tightest hole.
Your eyes were wide, your mouth opened on a distressed gasp. A tiny frown marred your forehead, as your natural curiosity probed at the new sensations he was stirring in your body.
“There you go,” he moved his finger in and out, “taking it so good, Tabby. Such a good pet.”
“Nghh!” You keened when he pushed a second finger in, stretching your rim wider.
“No need to be embarrassed that you like it. You’ll come from it, I promise.” His free hand teased along your puffy folds, mercifully not touching your oversensitive clit. “You’ll come with my cock deep in your ass, pet.”
“Someday,” he mused aloud, adding his dirty words to the torment, “I’ll keep you on my cock and spread you wide, so that Dusk can feast on your sweet cunt.”
The image his words painted sent a carnal response to your core, but also provoked an irritable cord.
“Gonna play with all of your pets, huh?” You glared; though it shifted into reflection of pleasure as fingers probed your unused channel.
“Sheath your claws, Tabby.” Ransom laughed. He reached for your face with his free hand and trailed a finger from the tip of your nose, across your lips and down to your neck. “No need for jealousy. Dusk and Dawn are a part of my family’s court. They love mischief and all things debauched, but they’re not my pets. Nor my lovers.”
He curled his fingers around your throat, demanding undisturbed eye contact.
“I let them touch you, because it pleases me when you suffer pleasure. When that silly, human propriety and reason fight your body’s eager responsiveness.”
He hovered above you, face so close to yours that his unruly strand of hair nearly tickled your forehead.
“If I wish so, they’ll play with you for my entertainment again,” Ransom’s tone lowered, turning a honey-sweet, but thick and sticky, clogging threat. “And you won’t fuss about it, because you want to please your Master.”
“Yes, Master.” Again, it flowed out of your lips so easily.
“Now kiss me and thank me for stretching your ass.”
Your lips pressed against his eagerly, as if you were starved for his taste. Your tongue poked out playfully, coaxing Ransom’s response. But what you earned in return was your own strained moan as he scissored his fingers inside of you.
“T-thank you for stretching my ass, Master,” you whimpered, though you honestly weren’t yet sold on the weird sensation. Or rather your brain wasn’t yet accepting it, because your pussy was weeping happy tears again, even though she wasn’t the one directly stimulated.
With wide eyes you observed as Ransom slowly withdrew his fingers, only to position the head of his cock right against that barely-opened hole.
You thought he’d torment you a bit with anal play, but then take your cunt. It appeared that the dark fae had other ideas. Unpredictable ones, which made you flush with dread and humiliation anew.
Ransom placed his hands on your thighs, keeping them spread wide apart. His hungry gaze was watching, nearly mesmerized, the way your tight, dirty hole struggled against his big cock.
He felt your whole body tense then yield with a broken moan as he pushed the tip inside.
Your rim opened, forced to swallow his cock. Your pussy was puffy and glistening, your clit engorged and tempting to torment it more. He noticed the way your other hole clenched in despair as he fucked into the one below.
He knew your cunt yearned to be fucked so good; fussy that he was neglecting it for the other hole, the one so many humans were squirmy and embarrassed about.
Oh, Ransom had every intention of fucking and filling your sweet pussy, but he wanted to play first. To torment you and your needy cunt, drawing your pleasure so high you would crawl and beg.
Besides, taking the virginity of your ass and seeing you fall apart from having something so dirty done to you, was a pleasure most exquisite.
You made the most delicious sounds - whimpers and mewls of crumbling resistance mixing with moans of a sweet, needy slut.
When he bottomed out in your ass, your pussy gushed with more of your wetness.
“What a naughty, messy pet,” he cooed cruelly. “Enjoying having her ass plowed. You gonna cum for me, Tabby? Gonna cum with my cock deep in your ass?”
You did. Crying out as your body tightened, squeezing his dick like a vice. Tears stung beneath your eyelids as he laughed and continued fucking into your sore bottom, yet pleasure still rippled as if his mockery was also a sweet caress.
You came again when Ransom groaned his release, filled you with hot cum and landed a slap on your exposed clit.
Rush of blood pounded in your head, muffling some of the dirty words Ransom was weaving like poetry. You stared at him with eyes glassy, admiring the raw, dark beauty of him. While he was watching your rim gaping slightly, his cum dribbling out.
Minutes, or perhaps hours later, your consciousness drifted back from the hazy cloudy space Ransom pushed you into. You were curled in bed, the sheets magically clean of any mess your bodies produced. It was warm and safe; a thin, soft sheet draped over your naked body.
You turned onto your back, yawning as you looked around. The canopy was drawn shut: gauzy curtains providing intimacy, fairy lights woven into the fabric glowing so beautifully.
Behind it, you could make out a shadow of a silhouette moving around the bedroom. Judging by the size and shape, you suspected it was Ransom. You were proved right when he parted the curtains a moment later.
“Dusk and Dawn will come to wash you.” Though spoken rather softly, it was a declaration that wouldn’t welcome any disobedience.
In your body, an eagerness to follow ignited, but your mind scowled at the prospect of being touched by strange women again. Washed and played with like a toy to be then presented to Ransom.
When you opened your mouth to protest against being touched and aroused by the fae again, Ransom cut you with a glare.
“They will wash and dress you, and you will let them. Then meet me on the main floor.”
“Yes, Master.” Your reply may have been obedient, but you still scrunched up your nose in discontent.
Judging by Ransom’s broad grin, he found your pout amusing. The glint in his blue eyes reminded of a lightning ripping through the night sky. It also suggested more humiliating torment coming your way.
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Pic 5 for Fae Ransom and his not so willing wife
Outside. Come outside. You throw your phone to the side of the bed and roll your eyes, directly ignoring the annoying demands that he tries to inflict upon you. You find yourself only being able to rest for a half moment before your phone chimed again with another demand.
My wife. My fucking wife. You can see his scowl, the powerful grit of his teeth as he reduces himself to the steely edge of being denied. He had wanted to demand you, command you to listen and adhere to his every whim.
Come out. Now. We have a date. You sigh and rip yourself from bed, your own scowl forming on your face. You get dressed quickly, ripping your pyjamas from your body only to replace them with a form fitting Gucci skirt that would ease Ransom’s mood, and a complimentary cotton shirt.
With your clothing choices, and a peacoat, you exited your bedroom and drew yourself down the stairs. Your feet felt like lead, dragging you down the spiralling staircase until you reached the lobby wherein the doorman opened up for you.
“Took you long enough.” Ransom scoffed from his place against his vehicle, arms folded with a surliness about him. “Its a good fucking thing I know the owner.”
“You could just let me go.” Your scowl matched his, your ingratitude toward this forced bond had flourished again. “Instead you keep me here like a prisoner-”
“You’re my wife.” Ransom popped the passenger door opener and signalled for you to get in. “Mine.”
You peered into the vehicle, pausing to admire the breathtaking bouquet of flowers sitting on the front seat. The colours were varying yet inescapably immaculate, with enough beauty to distract from the pain in your ass. Beside the bouquet of flowers was a series of bags from designer brands, starting with Alexander McQueen and ending with Marc Jacobs.
“Ransom-” you felt his hand against the nape of your neck, and the flutter of his lips against your earlobes. It was a soft and innate kiss, something tender and relenting that seemed unfitting for someone like him.
“Get in the car, mate.” He ordered you and it sunk in, a gentle weight that warmed you.
It was the first time it happened. And it wouldn’t have been the last.
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Hey guys send me the craziest requests or ideas you have for;
- Ari Levinson (Any AU e.g Alpha!Ari)
- Ransom Drysdale
- Pedro Pascal
- Henry Cavill (any AU e.g lumberjack)
Looking for something new and spicy to write for this sunday’s update🫶
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Grand Theft Autumn
Ex! Ransom Drysdale x POC!Reader
College!Eddie x POC!Reader
Word Count: 4492
Summary:
The annual Halloween party that your boyfriend's frat throws takes a turn that has you rethinking everything. Including the crush you had on your best friend that you thought you were over.
Warning:
18+ MDNI Light Angst, Fluff, Gratuitous Smut, Halloween, Friends to Lovers, Cheating, Crying
Notes:
Blame Fall Out Boy and the song used for this title for this story. It just made sense to me. Happy Reading Heathens! (lyrics used will be in bold and link given to the song)
Divider by @firefly-graphics
Banner by @cafekitsune
Beneath a kaleidoscope of swirling lights and the pulsing rhythm of a hauntingly upbeat melody, Sigma’s Annual Halloween party comes alive on the dance floor. The air is thick with the scent of autumn and the excitement of college students, in various stages of intoxication, adorned in a myriad of creative costumes that fit this year's theme.
A vast array of ghosts, witches, and whimsical creatures twirl and gyrate under the shimmering glow of neon and fairy lights that decorate the rafters and chandelier.
In the midst of it all our trio of misfits can be found, dressed for the occasion. Steve is clad in a devilish red ensemble, complete with playful horns. Robin is a fierce warrior princess, her cape billowing like a flag of camaraderie. While I resembled a dark fae. My black dress tattered and torn, as blood stains my mouth and fingers from my last meal.
Together, we dance with abandon, lost in laughter and the thrill of the night. Steve with his signature mischievous grin, encouraging us to let go of our worries and immerse ourselves in the magic of the moment. I move my body with sinful grace, as Robin's laughter rings out, having playfully challenged Steve to keep up with her ‘spirited’ moves.
I wonder if Eddie is going to dress up tonight?
Normally I would catch a ride with Eddie for a party like this, but seeing as he is performing here later and my boyfriend Ransom lives here already; I decided it’d be best to steal shotgun from Robin and catch a ride in Steve’s beemer.
Speaking of Ransom, other than a quick kiss when I arrived I have barely seen him so far tonight. His frat is hosting this party so it's sort of par for the course at this point, but he did promise me a dance.
He has to be around here somewhere.
“Hey, I’m gonna go and try to find Ransom. Cash in on that dance he owes me before Eddie and the band get here.”
“Okay. We’ll be here. Watching Steve fail miserably to try and land a sorority girl for the night.”
“At least I can speak when a pretty girl approaches. What’s your excuse Robin?”
“Okay. Okay. Tone it down. I’ll be back in a moment to play wing woman. Goddess knows you both need it.”
“HEY!” They yell in unison as I saunter away. Off to find my man through all this chaos.
I figure the best place to start would be to ask the boys. Luckily, I come across Mikey relatively quickly and he tells me that he last saw Ransom with some of the frat brothers in the rec room. So naturally I headed up there.
I open the door to a cloud of smoke. Once the haze has lifted, my eyes land on a red head down on her knees with my boyfriend's dick in her mouth while his frat brothers watch and cheer him on.
“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.” I speak into the room. Startling everyone. “Please don’t let me interrupt.”
“Babe-”
“Nope. You no longer get to call me that. We’re done Ransom. If I never have to see your face again, it will be a blessing. I hope what looks to be a mediocre blowjob was worth it.”
I turn on my heel and head straight down the stairs., back into the safety of the party with my head held high. I could leave, run out with tears streaming down my eyes. But then I’d miss Corroded Coffin performing and I never miss a performance if I can help it. Plus I look hot as fuck in my costume.
I find Steve and Robin in the exact place I left them.
“Did you find him?” Steve asks.
“Yeah, with his dick down some chick's throat. We’re done. I don’t want to talk about it right now. I don’t even want to get shit faced about it. I just want to watch Eddie perform and dance my ass off. That good with you guys?”
“Whatever you need hun.” Robin assures me.
“I’ll make sure the guys run interference so you don't have to run into fuck face the rest of the night.”
“How sweet of you Steve” I kiss his cheek. “Thank you.”
“Oh look, the bands all set up. Lets go grab a good spot up front.” Robin grabs my hand and pulls me to the makeshift stage.
Before you know it Eddie and his wild mane of hair is standing before me on stage. His voice, a powerful mix of grit and charm, commands the audience with a magnetic presence as he grabs the mic.
“We are Corroded Coffin and this song is for all the ones sitting patiently on the sidelines. If you know you know.”
With a wink to me he begins to sing.
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman And maybe he won't find out what I know You were the last good thing about this part of town
He starts strumming his guitar quickly followed with the rest of the band joining in.
When I wake up I'm willing to take my chances on The hope I forget that you hate him more than you notice I wrote this for you, for you, so You need him, I could be him I could be an accident but I'm still tryin' And that's more than I can say for him Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman And maybe he won't find out what I know You were the last good thing about this part of town
He is basically singing straight to me. Not knowing how truly the words are hitting me after the way my night has gone.
Someday I'll appreciate in value Get off my ass and call you The mean time, I'll sport my brand new fashion Of waking up with pants on at four in the afternoon You need him, I could be him I could be an accident but I'm still tryin' And that's more than I can say for him One, two, three, four
As the song hits its instrumental section, our eyes connect. I am reminded of the sweet brown eyed boy I had a crush on in the beginning of our friendship. A crush I thought I had gotten over ages ago. Could now be the time to explore that what if?
“Hey Robin?”
“Yeah”
“Has Eddie always looked at me like that?”
“What? Like a lovesick puppy?”
I nod my head in response.
“Yeah actually.”
“Perfect.”
As the final chorus rings out, I resolve to get Eddie alone and turn my night around.
Unbeknownst to me, after Ransom finished the act he was receiving, he set out to look for me. Corroded Coffin was in the middle of their set and it wasn't hard to spot me, up front and center. He chose to keep an eye on me from the stairs as the band played on.
Once Eddie told the crowd goodnight, he knew now was the time to get my attention and rushed down the stairs to do just that.
Unfortunately for him, Steve is the best protective friend a girl could have and he finds himself derailed in his pursuit. Caught up in the hijinks of an “intoxicated” Steve while I link my arm with Eddie’s as he heads out to the patio for a post show smoke.
As he reaches for his pack in his back pocket, I beat him to it. With a devilish smile befitting a creature of the night, I tap the well worn packaging, producing the nicotine fix he’s sought after. Taking the cigarette, I place it between his plush lips as I sneak his lighter from his front pocket.
With a flick of my thumb, the flame ignites. I step forward, lighting the tobacco and watching the cherry burn bright as he takes in the first inhale.
That’s all I allow him before I steal it for myself. Wrapping my lips around the slightly damp filter and inhaling.
“You know that's like kissing me right?”
I exhale a plume of smoke with a grin. “That's the point.”
“Not that I am not loving this little private moment we’re having, but this is your boyfriend's party. Why doesn’t he have you draped over him as he holds court over the other himbos?”
I offer him back his beloved nicotine as I ponder how much I should disclose about what happened earlier.
With a sigh I decide to just let it all out.
“It’s simple really. I found him being serviced by some redhead on her knees in front of all his Frat Bros. He didn’t even bat an eye or look guilty when I found him either. Before he could make excuses and try to manipulate me I told him I was done and headed back to the party. I thought about leaving but I didn't want to miss you guys performing. So I stayed.”
He begins to cough. Choking on the inhale he took as I spilled my guts. “What the fuck?”
“Yeah. Brutal, I know. It could have been worse though. They could have been fucking while his boys filmed it. Doesn’t really matter though as the end result would have been the same. I’m more upset with myself for being blinded by the faux sweetness he showed me all this time. I only need to be shown otherwise once to know it’s time for me to leave. I feel like I was always one foot out the door the entire time anyway.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Why? Because, perhaps deep down, hidden from myself, I was holding out for someone better. Maybe that someone has been here the whole time and I was just too blind to see it. Ya know.”
He takes a drag and just nods his head in agreement. A look of contemplation crosses his face.
“Hey Eds? Can I try something?”
He blows a line of smoke out the side of his mouth. “Course.”
I take a step forward, closing the distance between us. Placing my hands on his denim vest, I lean on up on my toes and place my lips on his.
It’s a tentative and sweet kiss at first. Clearly catching the metal head off guard. Once the surprise wears off it quickly turns heated.
With his fingers tangled in my hair, Eddie pulls me back, breaking our embrace.
“Are you sure? I don't want to take advantage of you in this state.” He queries between pants for air.
“I’m sober” I pant out in return. “And very, very sure.”
“Thank God”
His lips return to mine for another taste before we break apart once more. He links his fingers with mine and begins to guide us off the porch toward his van. Pinning me against the passenger door and devastating me with another kiss.
“As much as I really want to, I’m not fucking you for the first time in my van. Wayne is at work so if you're cool with it my trailer is free. Unless you want to go to your place.”
I tuck a piece of his unruly curls behind his ear. “Your trailer is perfect Eddie. Just hurry up and get us there.”
We fall through the trailer door with a crash. Limbs tangled together as we laugh at the mess our eagerness created.
“Who knew our front door was so flimsy.” Eddie chuckles below me. “Not hating the view from down here though.” He runs his fingers along my blood spattered clavicle.
“You close and lock the door and I can promise you an even better view when you reach your room.”
“Deal.” He deposits me beside him and rushes to slam the door closed as I scramble to my feet and hightail it to his room. I navigate a path through the clothes strewn across the floor. Adding my dress and bra to the chaos. I decide to keep my wings, thong and fishnets on as I climb onto the unmade bed.
Based on the dilated pupils on Eddie when he stumbles into the room I made the right choice.
“ Fuuuuck . You’re killing me dollface.” He adjusts himself in his tight jeans. “You look like you walked right out of a wet dream.”
“Why don’t you pinch me just to be sure.” I turn over on all fours, lowering my chest to the mattress while I make my ass jiggle beneath my fishnets.
I hear a low growl and the next I know I feel soft lips and the scratch of fangs as Eddie takes a nibble on my right cheek.
“Very real. And you smell so damn good.” He runs his hands up and down my thighs. “Let’s see if you taste like a wet dream too.”
He rips a hole in the crotch of my fishnets, pulls my thong to the side and teases his tongue along my folds. Collecting my essence with his well used muscle. Making little circles around my clit and then sucking my sensitive little button into his mouth with a pleased moan.
He gorges upon my flesh as if he was worshiping at the altar of the Gods. Creating melodies with the sounds he wrought from my body with the aid of his talented fingers.
As luxurious as this is, I needed more. I needed to know just what tricks those magical hips of his could provide.
“Please.” I begged in a whisper.
He removes his face from between my thighs. Leaving kisses along my quivering thighs. “What do you need, baby? Tell me what you desire and I will do my best to fulfill it.”
“You.”
“Me?” He pulls his face back to look into my lust blown eyes. “What do you need from me?”
“Inside.” I squeeze my thighs together, imagining what that first stretch is going to feel like. “I’m so empty. I need to feel your cock inside of me. Want you to fill me up. Need to feel you dripping down my thighs.”
“Fucking hell you really are a wet dream come true. Don’t worry baby. I’ve got you. Gonna give you everything you need and more.”
I let out a whine as he steps away from the bed. Unhappy with the new distance between us.
“Shh shh shh.” He coos at me. “I can’t exactly dick ya down if I’m fully clothed now can I sweetcheeks. So just enjoy the view. Promise I’ll be deep inside you momentarily.”
I watch as he unbuckles his belt. Letting it hang loose as he slowly unzips his jeans. With a hook of his thumbs he pulls his boxers and the denim encasing them down. Kicking them to the side as he lifts his shirt off and over his head. Discarding it somewhere among the other items scattered about.
With a smug smile he wraps his ring clad fingers around his surprisingly thick girth. His length might be just above average but that thickness is definitely going to leave a lasting impression.
He gives himself a few slow pumps as he walks back to the bed. A pearl of precum has gathered at his tip making my mouth water just as he stops in front of my face.
“Be a good girl and open up that pretty mouth and stick out your tongue for me.”
I open my mouth as wide as I can, sticking out and flattening my tongue in the process.
With a wicked grin he trails tip along my tongue. The taste of him dances across my taste buds and I can’t help but moan.
“You make the prettiest sounds.” He caresses my cheek as he pulls away from me. I whine once more, earning me a smack on the ass. “No need for that. I’m only giving you what you want.”
The taunt I had prepared, dies in my throat as I feel Eddie notch himself at my entrance. With a glide of his hips he enters me. Slowly stretching me out, inch by agonizing inch. Allowing my plush walls to accommodate the thickness that is Eddie.
When our thighs finally touch, I’m practically gasping for breath. I have never felt this full before and he hasn't even done more than just slide in. I pray I don’t black out for I know this is a night I won't ever want to forget.
“I need you to breathe for me, pretty baby.” He runs a hand down my spine. “That’s it. Follow me. In and out. In and out. Good girl.”
Once my breathing is under control, Eddie finally begins to move. Slowly pulling out and thrusting back in nice and deep strokes. Gradually increasing the pace the more my walls relax. Holding on to my hips, guiding me back into him so that he could press that sweet spot that had me singing like a siren.
Leaning forward he gathered my hair between his fingers and gave it a little tug as he slammed his hips against me. The pain quickly registered as pleasure as my cunt squeezed around his girth.
“Mmm. Someone likes a little pain. Sweet little pussy gave you up right away.”
With a chuckle he picks up the pace. Fist still buried in my hair as he rearranges my guts. It’s all too much and not enough and the next thing I know I’m falling apart with a scream. Thanking him over and over as I ride the tidal waves of endorphins flooding my veins.
He pulls me up against his chest. Turning my head and capturing my mouth in a kiss that speaks volumes. He releases my hair and grabs my waist. Pulling out of me with much objection from my silkened walls.
He flips me around and pushes me back down onto the mattress. Grabbing my thighs, he spreads them wide and pulls me closer to his kneeled frame. Trailing his right hand up my torso he stops at the base of my throat. With his left he guides himself to my entrance. Giving me only the tip. With a wicked grin and a squeeze to the throat he enters me in one smooth stroke.
“Lock your ankles around my waist.” He pants.
I quickly follow his command and it’s like a switch flips inside of him. Soft, sweet, tender, Eddie has left the building and an incubus has taken his place, as he pounds into me hard and deep.
His hand moves from my throat and his fingers are tangled in my hair. Face buried in my neck. Decorating my skin in love bites in between kisses and dirty words of praise being whispered in my ear.
I can only imagine what his back must look like as my nails have carved paths across his alabaster skin with each moan he’s wrung out of me. It’s intense and overwhelming. The best sex I have ever had in my life. I’m fearful that this may be the only time I get to indulge in this kind of pleasure, so I am holding onto every moment that it lasts.
I’m practically in tears, because I can feel just how close I am to coming undone. And this one will not be little. I know once I fall apart I’m done for the night. The intensity is going to render me useless.
With a kiss to my lips, Eddie presses his forehead against mine.
“I can feel how close you are, baby. Pussy is practically strangling me. I’m on edge here. I want to fill you up so badly but I need you to come for me first.”
Call it hormones or just the night catching up with me but tears start leaking from my eyes.
“Shh. It’s ok baby.” He kisses my tears, slowing his pace but still keeping us connected. “What’s going on?”
I sniff. “I’m afraid of what happens after we're finished. This just feels so right that I don’t want it to end.”
“Aw, dollface. I’m not going anywhere.” He kisses my nose. “Right now I just want you to focus on the pleasure. Can you do that for me? I promise we’ll work through all that other stuff after.”
I look into his eyes, seeing nothing but sincerity and trust looking back at me in his sweet brown eyes. “Okay.”
“Good. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to last. Your pussy is perfection.”
I pull him down to me for a kiss and undulate my hips against his pelvis. Seeking friction for my pulsing clit and signaling to him that he can resume his previous pace.
That was the only clue he needed to get right back to business. It wasn't long before I was teetering on the edge of climax once more. Only this time I was fully ready to dive headfirst into its soothing depths.
“D-don’t. Fuck. Don't stop. Please don't stop. I’m right there.”
“I wouldn’t dream of stopping. That’s it. Come for me. Come. Right. Fucking. Now.”
The growly tone of his words trigger something inside of me and my body gives in to his command. My pussy tightening around his fullness as stars dance behind my closed eyes and I cry out in pleasure.
As my walls convulse around him, Eddie buries his face back into my neck with a groan. Hips stuttering before he pushes in as deep as he can go and bites my shoulder as he unloads inside me. I feel every twitch and warm splash as he decorates my walls white with his seed.
With his weight resting atop of me , we both came down from our highs. Our breaths syncing up as our heart rates slow down. Exchanging sweet kisses and gentle strokes of fingers as we allow ourselves the time to bask in the glow of our escapade.
With a kiss to my sternum, Eddie finally removes himself from my body. Getting out of the bed and quickly heading for the bathroom down the hall. Returning with a warm washcloth and a sweet smile.
“I’m going to get you cleaned up. Bring you some water and a snack and then we can have that ‘what does this mean’ conversation you’re so worried about.”
“Okay.” I mumble.
“Don’t look so scared. I think you’re going to be pretty happy with the results of our little talk.”
“If you say so.”
“I know so. Now open those pretty thighs back up for me.”
2 weeks later on Campus…
"Come on, baby. Hear me out. It's been 2 weeks already. You know she meant nothing to me. It was a stupid bet. I couldn't let him try and punk me in front of my Frat bros like that by refusing."
Ransom somehow has stopped me in my walk to the parking lot by placing his ridiculous frame in my path. Forcing me to confront him after I made my declaration of the end of our relationship and my intentions known of never wanting to grace him with my presence again.
As much as I don’t want to. No matter how much I want to turn and just run away from the pain, seeing his stupidly handsome face will give me. I need him to get the message that we are well and truly over. Which is going to require some bravery on my part as I look him in the eye.
"You know what hurts the most? That you weren't even the one to realize how good you had it once I left you. No, your little jesters had to point it out for you before it even registered in that thick skull of yours. God, I'm so pathetic to have given myself to such an asshole. Wait, no that gives assholes a bad name and some of my favorite people are assholes. You're just a vapid narcissistic fool who can't see past his own ego to save himself. I am so thankful your carelessness and lack of self restraint pulled the e brake on your twisted carnival ride. Allowing me to walk away with my self esteem still intact. So please just go away. I meant what I said when I told you I never wanted to willingly lay eyes on you again. The sugar sweet apologies still perched in the back of your throat. I hope they turn to ash and poison. Slowly suffocating you in your delusions until self preservation takes over and you finally. Leave. Me. Alone."
I give myself a moment to catch my breath as my words sink in. I can already tell they are barely penetrating his thick skin. Movement to my left catches my eye. A body frame and gait I know all too well walking my way. With one quick look in their eyes I know my escape is not only imminent but will leave a devastating blow.
"There's my favorite human."
My shaking hand is quickly engulfed in warmth. Easing the tremors and replacing them with a sense of safety and ease as I am pulled away from my waste of space ex, into the embrace of my best friend turned boyfriend Eddie.
"Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, dollface. You know how chatty my professor can be."
A kiss is placed upon my forehead. Extinguishing any remaining anxiety like a Xanax to the bloodstream.
"Not at all. As always your timing is impeccable."
A throat is cleared beside us.
"Can I help you, Ran? Me and the lady were just on our way home. Cozy date night ya know."
Ocean blue eyes filled with barely restrained rage and hurt stare daggers into me.
"Him. That's whose bed you're warming now. Should have figured he was more than a friend this whole time. You know what, fuck you. You'll never have all of this again."
"So you can listen." I snark.
He steps forward. "You fucking little bitch."
I am smoothly pulled behind my black knight as he steps up to the posturing bull before us.
"I know that most of your brain cells are located in your biceps but I'm gonna need you to take a step back from my girl before I have to do something rather ungentlemanly."
"You against me? I don't care how bad you think you are you couldn't land a punch on me if I gave you a free-"
Before he can finish his sentence, the sense, as well as his consciousness, is knocked out of him by a firm fist to the jaw. As soon as he hits the cold ground I am scooped up and carried valiantly over the limp body of my ex.
"Now what did you have in mind for dinner? I'm suddenly feeling rather ravenous and I'm not quite sure if food will be sufficient enough."
#poc reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x you#ransom drysdale x reader#ransom drysdale x you
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July 2023 Masterlist
Fics
The Flowers of Waverley Road Part 2
Kindly Unspoken Part 12
Step Into My Ride Part 3
That September Night Part 1
Victim of the Circumstance Part 6
One Shots Never Break the Chains - Lloyd Hansen Much Too Fast - Curtis Everett I’m Not Supposed to Play with Boys - Ransom Drysdale Lips Like Sugar - Fae!Ari Levinson
Polls
The Best of Chris Evans Neutral Tones Brown, Black, White, Gray
Bearded Steve OR Clean Shaven Steve Henleys Hoodies Me’s Name Suits Shorts
Years 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006
Vote for My Next ONE Shot Vote for My Next ONE Shot Part 2 Vote for My Next ONE Shot Part 3
Moodboard Event 4: Alternate Universes
Moodboard Masterlist
Coffee, Chris, Chat, and Books
Week 1/Chapters 1-3 Week 2/Chapters 4-6
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Grand Theft Autumn
Ex! Ransom Drysdale x POC!Reader
College!Eddie x POC!Reader
Word Count: 4492
Summary:
The annual Halloween party that your boyfriend's frat throws takes a turn that has you rethinking everything. Including the crush you had on your best friend that you thought you were over.
Warning:
18+ MDNI Light Angst, Fluff, Gratuitous Smut, Halloween, Friends to Lovers, Cheating, Crying
Notes:
Blame Fall Out Boy and the song used for this title for this story. It just made sense to me.Happy Reading Heathens!(lyrics used will be in bold and link given to the song)
Divider by @firefly-graphics
Banner by @cafekitsune
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Beneath a kaleidoscope of swirling lights and the pulsing rhythm of a hauntingly upbeat melody, Sigma’s Annual Halloween party comes alive on the dance floor. The air is thick with the scent of autumn and the excitement of college students, in various stages of intoxication, adorned in a myriad of creative costumes that fit this year's theme.
A vast array of ghosts, witches, and whimsical creatures twirl and gyrate under the shimmering glow of neon and fairy lights that decorate the rafters and chandelier.
In the midst of it all our trio of misfits can be found, dressed for the occasion. Steve is clad in a devilish red ensemble, complete with playful horns. Robin is a fierce warrior princess, her cape billowing like a flag of camaraderie. While I resembled a dark fae. My black dress tattered and torn, as blood stains my mouth and fingers from my last meal.
Together, we dance with abandon, lost in laughter and the thrill of the night. Steve with his signature mischievous grin, encouraging us to let go of our worries and immerse ourselves in the magic of the moment. I move my body with sinful grace, as Robin's laughter rings out, having playfully challenged Steve to keep up with her ‘spirited’ moves.
I wonder if Eddie is going to dress up tonight?
Normally I would catch a ride with Eddie for a party like this, but seeing as he is performing here later and my boyfriend Ransom lives here already; I decided it’d be best to steal shotgun from Robin and catch a ride in Steve’s beemer.
Speaking of Ransom, other than a quick kiss when I arrived I have barely seen him so far tonight. His frat is hosting this party so it's sort of par for the course at this point, but he did promise me a dance.
He has to be around here somewhere.
CONTINUE: ao3 tumblr
#poc reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x you#ransom drysdale x you#ransom drysdale x reader
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Lunar Lovers World
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/D9uONhM
by ForeverSecrets
The geographical infomration and image for my new series I am working on
Words: 307, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Lunar Loves
Fandoms: The Gray Man (2022), Knives Out (Movies), Defending Jacob (TV 2020), Captain America (Movies), The Red Sea Diving Resort (2019), The Gifted (TV 2017), Fantastic Four, Snowpiercer (2013)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, Gen
Characters: Ransom Drysdale
Relationships: Curtis Everett/Original Female Character(s), Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)/Original Female Character(s), Ransom Drysdale/Original Female Character(s), Andy Barber/Original Female Character(s), Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s), Ari Levinson (Red Sea Diving Resort)/Original Female Character(s), Frank Adler/Original Female Character(s), Johnny Storm/Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Magic, dragon curtis everett, werecat ransom drysdale, Vampire Steve Rogers, fae andy barber, tiefling lloyd hansen, selkie ari levinson, centaur frank adler, goblin johnny storm
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𝕳𝖊 𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕬𝖎𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖞𝖗𝖓𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘
𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟷 - 𝙵𝚊𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚎
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕.
𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 ~ 𝙰 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜.
𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖 ~ 𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎.
𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.
#natalie teases#monstrous mayhem#kinktober 2023#ransom drysdale#fae!ransom drysdale#ransom drysdale x reader#female!reader#captive!reader#monster fucker
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The Secret Kingdom, Marked
Word Count: 933
Warnings: none really/implied smut
Jake sighed happily the following morning as he opened his eyes. His hand instantly went to his neck, where he felt the jagged lines of his mate’s mark. It wasn’t clean like the one Ari had left on him, or even like the one that Ember had left.
He smiled as he thought of the passion filled night that they had shared. Images of Ransom’s teeth biting into his flesh and the bond opening flooded his mind. The way his mate wrapped around him and how his knot felt plugging Ransom up.
His hand reached out to his lover, who was snoring softly beside him, his own mating mark standing out proudly on the side of his neck amidst his otherwise unmarred skin. The smile further tugged at his lips.
Jake had never been so proud of something, but the mark felt less like a placeholder. He knew that Ransom was his true mate, more so than he’d ever felt with Ember. The connection was far deeper, and last night when they were wrapped up in one another’s arms, it had been proven.
“This all seems too good to be true,” Jake admitted as he watched Ransom tenderly lay his pup down in her little princess bed. He watched his mate kiss her temple and tuck her in, whispering for her to have the sweetest of dreams. His heart swelled as he acknowledged the interactions between the man he hardly knew and his own blood. Somehow it all felt too perfect, like this was how it was supposed to be, “y-you’re so perfect with her.”
Ransom gave Jake a soft smile, his arm looping around Jake’s waist, “did you wa-
Jake leaned forward and kissed Ransom, cutting the king of the kingdom off. The fae felt his heart flutter as his eyes closed and he melted into the kiss. The rest of the conversation dropped out of his mind as his hands trailed up Jake’s chest. A rumble started low in his abdomen, working its way up his throat. Ransom pulled away with a chuckle, lightly pushing Jake from him, “I told myself I’d behave around you, sweet alpha…that I’d give you time. I don’t want to scare you away. I can be quite intense…but you are making it hard to control myself.”
Jake felt his cock twitch at the words, as he looked down to Ransom’s own cloth covered cock. He felt himself salivating as he noticed Ransom twitch as well.
“I want to taste you,” Both men blushed at the blunt outburst from Jake; Ransom, not having been used to hearing someone speak to him so openly, but Jake, because it truly wasn’t in his nature to be that up front with someone. He paled, “I-I’m sorry, I-“
“Don’t apologize mate,” Ransom all but purred, pushing his way back to the young, virile alpha. Jake started rumbling again, but this time, Ransom’s hands trailed down Jake’s chest, towards his throbbing member, “you know…no one has ever spoken to me like that…and-it feels so dirty…but so liberating…you see me as an equal…not-not some untouchable thing…”
Jake’s rumbling stopped as he looked into Ransom’s eyes. And he recognized a sadness behind the delightful, joyous blue orbs. A sadness that was in his own soul. A loneliness. Jake leaned forward and delicately nuzzled Ransom’s jaw; the only comfort technique he’d remembered from when he was a pup, before his father chased his mother off.
Ransom softly chuckled, “W-what are you doing, my sweet wolf?”
“Comforting you,” Jake replied softly, nuzzling deeper against his jaw until he started pushing down his throat, “I see your loneliness…I know how much hurt comes with that…and I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you through it.”
Ransom frowned, pulling his mate’s face away from his, holding it in his hands. Jake looked upset, and it tore him up inside. He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against Jake’s, “do not apologize for what was not your fault my love.”
“I-I can feel it. You’re my mate…it was my fault that I wasn’t here soo-“
“If you were here sooner, we wouldn’t have our daughter,” Ransom cooed softly, cutting the wolf up. He leaned up and kissed Jake’s nose, “and I would gladly accept that trade of a few nights without you if it meant having our Miracle…she completes us, Jake. She completes our little family.”
Jake sighed softly, knowing that Ransom was right. When Miracle was born, something awoke in Jake, and he knew that the energy in the universe was right. He may have hated Rain for what she did…but if she hadn’t done it, he probably wouldn’t be with this man that he had such an instant connection with.
“All things in this universe happen for a reason, Jake,” Ransom said softly, pressing a firm kiss to his mate’s lips, “and all of it has led me to you, and you to me…and we share our daughter because of it.”
“If I asked you to take me to your bedroom and make me yours…would you?”
“My alpha, I would make you mine and you would make me yours,” Ransom replied sweetly, “I would make love to you in our bed, and then complete the marking process if that’s what you wish. I desperately want to feel you…to be with you, Jake.”
“i-I want that.”
“My sweet wolf, I will spend the rest of our lives giving you everything your heart desires,” Ransom purred as he took his mate’s hands so that he could lead him to his room, “my sweet prince, our lives our complete now.”
#fated au#the secret kingdom#a/b/o fic#a/b/o au#a/b/o#soft jake jensen#jake jensen smut#jake jensen#alpha jake jensen#werewolf#fae ransom drysdale#faerie king#hugh ransom drysdale#ransom drysdale#ransom smut#knives out au#knives out#chris evans characters
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What is your comfort fic?
Which fic do you turn to, reread, fawn over, when you need to feel or warm and fuzzy inside?
Because I am feeling such unbearable sadness at the moment, and a few little recommendations to soothe my horrifically loud brain would be very much appreciated.
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#4 for fae!Ransom and his unwilling wife pls
Fresh flowers were placed from one end of the foyer to the next, a path carved out against marble and crisp white walls that led to the small hill out designer gifts.
The tags were bold and emblazoned with congratulations to the happy couple, with fierce emphasis on your title as Mrs. Drysdale. Despite being a human with a far, forcefully taken at that, there was an air of respect that was evident from the staff working at his residence.
Whether they were coerced into treating you as if you were more than you seemed, or if had been earned somehow by you, it was clear that they held no ire for you.
And the gifts were physical evidence that other fae or humans, or even creatures beyond, were willing to spend an exuberant amount of money to show Ransom their approval of you as his wife.
“Doesn’t this strike you as overkill?” The gifts from his friends or other fae hadn’t even put a dent in the endless amount Ransom had gotten for you, the other gifts that were sitting upstairs tucked away.
“You’re wearing this tonight, mate.” Ransom held a box out for you with a wickedness in his eyes, intent to ruin you in every room of this house.
You grabbed the box from him and looked inside at the tag, the name GUCCI staring back at you along with the near $6,000 price point. At the thought of that kind of money being spent you’d rolled your eyes and wondered if shoving it down Ransom’s throat would make the value acceptable.
“Take it back, send it back. This is ridiculous, all these gifts-” Ransom had moved behind you, his hands reaching past your waist to pick up the silk and lace slip, holding it against your chest.
“The colour against your skin, the feel of the material being pushed to your waist so I can feast…” His moan was solicitous, it was erotic and tantalizing in your ear, and you’d narily missed moaning yourself.
“I’m your captive, not your sex doll.” You snapped at him with as much ire as you could manage, and grit your teeth to keep your moan internalized. “All the pretty little dresses and money, bags and jewelry won’t-”
Ransom cupped your neck and yanked your head back, his lips searing as they silenced you. He was hungrily tasting you with his tongue finding your own, and his cock twitching against your ass. His hand tightened and he had truly started grinding his hard-on against you, lust and desire growing intensely.
“Ransom…” you pulled away and whispered his name, still captivated by the kiss.
“You’re going to try this all on for me, mate.” He stepped back and cracked his hand against your ass, earning a sharp squeak and an attempt to curse him. “Move your fine ass before I make you undress right here.”
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A Place To Come Home To
Pairing: tabby!shifter Ransom Drysdale x fae!Reader
Summary: “If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here.” Had the fae told the shifter as she offered up her home to him.
Warnings: reader had female pronouns but is otherwise not described, fluff, not proofread/beta-read
Wordcount: 2.1k
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A/N: A little different kind of a story, but one I hope you still enjoy. I contemplated long to even post this since it felt so different from my usual writings and I was really unsure how it would be received. Monster Mash-up request by @nana1000night, Dividers are by @/firefly-graphics
“If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here.” Had the fae told the shifter as she offered up her home to him.
It had been a gloomy and stormy day. The sun hadn’t peeked out of the clouds once. Thunder rumbled through the air in alternation with the lightning that briefly lit up the sky. Rain poured down endlessly.
And yet even in that more than unpleasant weather she had been out and about. Coming back home, she had the hood of her coat pulled deep into her face. Her eyes were glued to the ground to avoid the puddles littering the path to her small hut. While she simply sidestepped most, occasionally she had to jump over bigger ones.
Nearly at her hut, something to the side caught her attention. Stopping in the middle of the gravel path, still exposed to the pouring rain, she looked to the side of her hut. There under the protruding roof, she had rested a big stack of firewood against the house wall. Just beside it stood a small bench, she loved to sit on and watch her garden from time to time.
Both objects were looking like always, still the way she had left them. What was different was the small brown tabby cat rolled up on the stack of wood. Its eyes were closed, but its whiskers and ears occasionally twitched. Even from a distance, she could clearly see the ruffled fur and the drops of rain still sitting on top of it, meaning the cat must have taken shelter from the rain.
As she took a step forward the cat's eyes opened and the corners of her mouth raised upward. That was no normal cat, she could tell. It was a shifter. How could she tell? The clue of the cat’s eyes. That piercing, clear look. No animal looked at someone so clearly, so calculating. It was a distinctiveness that separated shifters from real animals. They were close but not close enough for the keen eye to spy the differences. There was always the slight feeling of uncanny valley underlying.
“Horrible weather, huh?” she asked and watched the cat’s tail twitch. Living so far out she wondered what a shifter would do here. How had one of its kind lost their way to her home? Usually, all other kinds of creatures kept far away from her small abode. Only the ones desperate enough to make a trade with a fae dared to venture there. Something however told her this shifter wasn’t here for that.
“The rain caught you off-guard?” Relaxed, she walked over to the front door, where she stood under the small roof. Under the cover, she pulled her hood down and shook a couple of drops of water from her hair. Her ring of keys giggled as she pulled it out of her pocket, the right key slid into the lock and with a clack opened her front door.
“If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here,” she offered, glancing towards the tabby. The cat hissed at her, its neck hair raising in display. Quietly she chuckled once more and shrugged her shoulders before she slipped into the house where it was warm and dry.
The rain didn’t want to let up. It carried into the late evening, still persisting as it had already turned dark. Just before she was about to go to bed she remembered the visitor before her house. It had her wondering if the shifter was still there. On her way toward her bedroom, she glanced through one of her windows. As she did she spied on the shifter still laying on the wood stack in their cat form. Feeling bad for the shifter, she pursed her lips. Ultimately she turned away and went to bed, thinking and hoping the rain would have let up by tomorrow morning.
Come morning, she woke up to the sound of the steady tapping of the rain. It wasn’t pouring anymore but still continuously raining down. Maybe the shifter had left by now, even with the rain. There surely must be a better place for them to go. Back to their home or wherever they had come from.
As she walked into the kitchen, movement outside of the window alerted her. It was the cat - or rather the shifter - stretching and looking out at the rain. She watched them lay down and close their eyes once more.
Since yesterday already he was there, lounging on the wooden stack and waiting for the weather to get better so he could go. In vain. It wouldn’t stop raining and he refused to set even one paw into that dreary weather and get his fur wet. He hated when his fur got wet, it was the most uncomfortable feeling ever. Rather he would have been at home, rolled up on a soft pillow and in front of a warm furnace. Had he still had a home to return to. There was nothing more for him to do than to wait for the rain to lessen so he could continue his search for a new home.
When he opened his eyes - there wasn’t really anything to do except nap or watch the rain - there was a small bowl of food and water standing on the wooden bench beside the stack of wood. It looked to be steamed chicken and some vegetables. Suspiciously he eyed not. Traitorously his stomach growled as he hadn’t eaten in a while, but he’d rather starve than take food from a Fae.
“It’s not poisoned,” her voice rang up, causing him to look to the right where she leaned against the windowsill. He hadn’t heard the window opening in his sleep. “And there is no trick, no spell nor cheat. Nothing that will bind you to me or that will place you in my debt.” Her words were spoken glumly, maybe even sad. They sounded genuine, yet he still wasn’t sure if he could trust a fae. They were treacherous creatures, known to fool anyone.
“Don’t want you to starve,” he heard her mumble, now sure it was sadness carrying in her voice. Ransom watched her pull away from the window with a sigh and vanish into the house, out of his sight. Keenly he listened for more noises from her before he turned back to the bowls. He sniffed cautiously in the direction of the food as his stomach growled loudly. It didn’t smell out of the ordinary, like normal food. Carefully he took a tiny bite and was surprised. It was simple, plain food. She had been truthful. He ate it all then.
Over the next few days, her feeding him turned into some sort of routine. The weather didn’t want to turn better, harsh winds had added to the thunder and rain. Every morning and every evening she fed him and every day she offered him to enter her home but he never did. She stopped then, after four days of inviting him in and him not reacting.
Nearly she had asked again the morning of the fifth day, mouth already open when she caught herself and clamped her lips tightly shut. She placed the bowls down on the bench and looked up at him.
“I’ll have to go somewhere for a while. I won’t be back before tomorrow morning.” With that, she stood up and turned towards the house again. Her shoulders were drooping down and her feet shuffled against the gravel on the floor. His eyes followed her until she disappeared into the house. She emerged not long after, wearing her travel coat and a bag slung over her shoulder.
“The rain is supposed to light up by the afternoon.” It looked like she wanted to say more to him, however, she didn’t. Once more her lips pulled into a thin line and her eyes stayed on him just a moment longer. Then she turned around and left the garden, vanishing between the trees. As Ransom watched her disappear he realized she was just as lonely as he was, living alone in this hut in the middle of the forest, where everyone was too scared or judgemental to visit her. Just as he realized he hadn’t truly felt lonely these last couple of days.
Coming home after her trip felt like a relief. She was exhausted, wanting to flop down in her bed and sleep for the rest of the day. Yet there was also a small inkling of fear and uncertainty swirling in her belly. Would the shifter still be there or would he be gone? The rain had let up, besides everything being still damp nothing indicated that it had rained so heavily for days straight. As she trudged up the small gravel path toward her hut her heart sank. She couldn’t see Ransom in his usual spot on the wood stack, the small pillow she had placed out for him on the second day empty.
So he was gone. It was what she had expected, yet a sadness encompassed her no less. Some hope in her had remained, he’d be still here, keep her some more company. While the shifter hadn’t once shifted out of his cat form or spoken a word to her, his presence had been nice for her. She hadn’t felt so lonely.
With the heavy feeling of sadness prevailing she walked up to her house, briefly confused about the opened window as she could have sworn she had closed them before leaving. She didn’t even notice the small swirl of smoke coming out of her chimney from a fire she had never lit.
As she entered the house she was surprised. There on her kitchen table in the sun that fell in through the window lay the tabby cat curled up and sleeping. In the corner, a small fire had been lit in her fireplace, and on the kitchen counter, she saw the bowls she had fed the shifter with. So he had cleaned up?
A smile rose on her face upon the sight. Silently she stalked closer, for the first time touching the cat as she softly caressed his fur with a finger. The cat’s ear twitched but he remained sleeping.
“You stayed,” she mumbled quietly, smiling at him, “Thank you.”
A yawn left her as she removed her pouch and coat and hung both up. The trip had exhausted her. Without thinking she walked over to the cat, gathering him in her arms before she trudged towards her bed. Carefully she laid him down on the pillow, crawling into the bed beside him and cuddling him until she fell asleep.
Waking up a couple of hours later from the nap something was different. She noticed it the moment the drowsiness of sleep left her. Her head no longer rested on the bed but now on a warm and strong chest. There was no cat curled up in her arms but a firm and thin waist. Strong arms in turn encircled her. Slowly her eyes traveled up from the chest to broad shoulders and ultimately to the same blue eyes the tabby had had but now they were the eyes of a handsome man.
Her skin warmed as a smirk slipped onto his lips. “Hello, Kitten." His voice was deep and smooth as velvet. It caused a shiver to run down her spine. Then she felt his hand on her back, slowly tracing her spine. His hand dipped down low to toy with the hem of her shirt.
“Lost your voice?” He crooned, his nose scrunched as he grinned and leaned towards her until their noses were touching.
“So you do have a voice.” Her words produced a loud, rumbling belly laughter from Ransom and in turn, let a smirk of her own slip onto her features.
“Had I known you were such a good cuddle partner I would have taken you up on your offer much quicker.” That made her heartbeat quicken.
“So you’ll take me up on the offer?” She bit her lip, hoping he would.
“Ask me again,” Ransom crooned into her ear before he brushed his nose gently against hers. It made her gasp and lean into his touch.
“If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here.” Her voice shook similarly to her body with anticipation. With a squeak she was turned, her body hitting the mattress as Ransom was suddenly above her. He hummed quietly, plopping down on her, his head on her chest and his arms around her smaller frame. “Offer accepted.”
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Rumplestiltskin, Part 1
Summary: Ransom only wanted what his brother couldn’t have
Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader, Lance Tucker X Reader
Rating: mild
Warnings: forced marriage, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.6K
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“Mother!” Andy’s eyes already roll, as he stands up from kneeling in front of his parents. His baby brother rudely screams through the castle as he demands attention. They had made him that way. Andy had the responsibility of taking over the kingdom of Pomona, while Ransom became a spoiled brat.
“Moth-er!” He couldn’t wait until he was in the throne room before his voice screeched out his newest disapproval over something silly. Andy was treated as an apprentice to the throne, while his brother was the sniveling child. “Mother!”
“My god, does he have to scream throughout the palace?” Andy groans, looking at his mother who was the biggest culprit for Ransom’s behavior.
“He’s young, Andrew.”
“He’s thirty-three,” Andy speaks through his teeth. A low growl emits from his throat when he hears the door swing open quickly, and his lousy brother walks through.
“Mother! Why is he getting a ball?” Ransom’s finger presses hard into Andy’s arm, and he slings Ransom off of him. “I deserve a ball, too. This isn’t fair.”
“Andy needs to pick a wife. She will be the future queen of this kingdom. It is important for him to choose wisely,” even his father was growing weary of Ransom. The King settles a bit lower into his throne, wishing Ransom could change his ways.
“Darling, you are getting a ball,” Andy and the king look at the queen, both sighing. “Andrew’s must come first. You understand don’t you, baby?” when Andy gruffs at the ridiculousness of it all, his mother turns to glare at him. “However, there is a neighboring kingdom, Melora, that has a daughter that will become their queen.”
“So she would outrank me?” Andy swears his brother stomps a foot at their mother. “No. I demand my own ball, and I will get one. She may not be queen, but I will not be under a woman. It’s unheard of. It’s my birthright to…”
“Always stay a prince,” Andy grunts before walking away. This too would be something he’ll have to clean up after his brother. He should have taken the chance to become a king, even if he was never to be The King.
Ransom eyes the crowd, already annoyed at the lack of maidens left. There were more girls at Andy’s ball, and he still didn’t choose a wife. He was destined to be alone, because he needed a strong woman. Needed someone to be his equal. Ransom wanted to rule, and there was not a meek woman here. They were all so…opinionated. They wanted to climb the social ladder, and why not use Ransom to become one the princesses of Pomona.
Their heads held high as they danced and pranced around in front of him. Pathetic. He needed someone beneath him. Someone who would treat him like the royalty he was. “Mother,” he leans over his mother’s throne, getting a side eyed glance from his father. “I don’t want women of this stature.”
“What do you mean, son?” Her delicate hand touches softly to his, just as delicate and pristine. Never had done any hard work. Never adorned a soldier’s armor. “Ransom, I don't understand.”
“I’m going to bed. I’m going to visit the kingdom. I want someone who lives in a cottage. Someone who knows that she is marrying up.”
“Son, that’s unheard of.”
“Someone that will gravel at my feet should I ask. Someone like Andy’s ferrier. Doesn’t he have a daughter? I believe his horse needs to have new shoes. Maybe I should go with my dear brother to see why he always visits him,” with a yawn he walks out of the ball. His father clenches his fist tightly at his spoiled son. Thankfully he had Andy.
You gather a bit of oats, walking over to your favorite horse, Walter, giving him a treat. Petting along his velvet nose, and giving him kisses along his smooth coat. Your father’s eyes look out into the distance as he spies the royal caravan approaching. “Daughter, get inside. Keep quiet, lest they discover your whereabouts,” this time it was different. It wasn’t just Prince Andy.
There were Andy’s colors, but a smaller group was with him. The regal prince jumps off his horse, and with a few clicks of his tongue, leads her over to your father, “She’s a bit down, sir. It’s time.”
“You always take such good care of your animals. How a man treats his animals is a good indication on how he treats others, Your Highness,” Andy shakes his head quickly, holding his hands up. “Sire, that is proper. I must address you like a subject.”
“Of course you should,” the royal brat. Ransom jumps off his own horse, with no regard to his well being. “I’m thirsty.”
“He is busy,” Andy growls back at his brother. He’s not even sure why he came along. His eyes search over the property, lingering at one of the windows. “Make yourself useful.”
“Hmm, I’m good. Do you mind if I step inside? I am quite thirsty,” Ransom responds. Andy shakes his head no, but your father gestures to the front door, “I’ll fetch my own water,” your father starts to speak, but decides against it. While Andy might not mind him speaking frankly, he gets the feeling that Ransom would throw a tantrum, demanding his death.
You start panicking. He spotted you. Andy typically came alone, save a few guards. This one was new, but you had heard of him. You spent most of the time that Andy was there looking at him through the window, before you were tasked at tending to his horse, and then to the future king. Feeding him, and giving him water before he followed you out to the barn. But now there was someone new. Untrustworthy. The cottage was quaint, with very little hiding spots.
You watch horrified as the handle turns down, and turn around to put your back to him. “What have we here?” Ransom asks with a smirk. The door already closing, as he walks closer behind you. “What is your name?”
You hesitantly give him your name, as he slowly walks behind you. His hand rests on the small of your back, and you lurch away, finally getting to see his face. “Oh,” he favored Andy in many ways. Not the pure kindness of Andy, but that was a dream that you would never see happen.
“Is something wrong, My Lady?” your eyes cast to the soup that’s cooking, needing to look away from him. You were no lady of his stature. Just a simpleton, but the way those dark blue eyes bore into your soul, it makes you twitch around. “Are you married to the ferrier?”
“He’s my father,” you squeak out, taking another glance at Ransom. You had barely heard ramblings about the younger prince. He didn’t have the responsibility looming over his head like Andy, so he never visited the kingdom.
“Really? Has he kept you locked away all this time? You’re of marrying age, am I correct?” Nodding your head, you look back out to Andy, and then return to Ransom. There was an uncomfortableness that radiated from him, and still you were curious. “Hmm,” Ransom looks out the dingy window, seeing his brother right in your eyesight.
He wondered if there was a reason that Andy chose this particular ferrier. Why did he come out a bit further for a man that wasn’t even in the city limits? Surely, there was more to coming here so often than having good horse shoes. And then he catches his brother looking into the cottage a bit directly at you. “Have you ever dreamed of becoming a princess?”
“Doesn’t every girl?”
“It’s settled then,” he walks quickly outside, snapping his fingers. “I have found her,” he doesn’t miss Andy’s footsteps walking closer to the house. His eyes worriedly look towards the cottage. Finally something that Andy wanted, but he couldn’t have. And if Andy wanted you, you were good enough for Ransom.
“Gather her up. I have found my future wife.”
“What?” You and Andy both demand at the same time. Your eyes start to well with tears at the realization of what was happening.
“Brother, you can’t be serious. She’s,” Andy bites his lip, trying to find you, needing to apologize before he says another word, “She’s a commoner. You’re a prince.”
“You’ve made it perfectly clear that I will never be king. It isn’t important who I marry. It’s important who you marry. I wager she doesn’t have much to gather. Load her up.”
“My horse,” you say quietly. “I have a horse. I can’t leave Walter. But my father needs him for the garden.”
“I’ll buy you another horse, if you can’t make a decision. I shall see you at the palace. I’ll get a room ready for you. You’ll have to stay there until we’re married. You understand, right?” Ransom leaves quickly, and you run to the door, finally seeing Andy’s eyes. You can’t allow yourself to think that he’s just as hurt by this moment as you are. Ransom was not your Prince Charming, and Andy could never be yours.
“Father?”
“I told you to stay hidden. And I told you not to bring him,” he points at Andy. “We had a deal.”
You pick at your new dress, sitting in the small room. A room fit for a servant. In the basement, and far away from your future husband. A husband that you didn’t choose, nor did you want him. It was cruel. Inhumane. And you detested Ransom more everyday. Only allowing you to walk about the grounds accompanied by your ladies in waiting.
Oh, but if Andy was around, Ransom couldn’t keep his hands off of you. You hated him. And hated it here.
You stand up quickly when the door opens, assuming it to be another lady, but are surprised to see that it is Ransom instead. “You know,” he begins walking over to your bed. It was improper for him to be in here with you alone, and it worried you. “I realize that you don’t have a dowry.”
“You knew where I came from, Your Highness,” always with that title. Ransom was a prince, and he wanted everyone to know about it.
“You see, it’s not quite fair to me.”
“I don’t understand. You’re a prince. This kingdom…it’s yours.”
“Well, it’s my parents, and then the future king’s. Not mine. You see the predicament I’m in? I had hoped to put a smaller castle on the outskirts of our kingdom. Possibly Andy gives me a small part of the kingdom to make one of my own,” he rolls his eyes, annoyed at the fact it would be smaller, “But with no dowry, it doesn’t seem fair. I’m sure that you see this room and wonder what kind of a cruel man that I am. But I’m not cruel. I have a job for you that will make us very very rich.”
You move backwards from him, not sure exactly what he was proposing. “Did you know your father bragged to my brother that while you were but common maiden, you could spin straw into gold?”
“No, I…”
“So, since that is possible, that door,” he points over to a small door. Walking over to it, and turning back to smile at you. ���This door will lead you to the answer to our problems. Don’t disappoint me,” he says before leaving you. You had heard rumors of what Ransom did when he was not with you. Not at all what an engaged man should be doing.
Your father got you into this mess. Thinking that all Andy needed was a promise, even if it was a lie. He had seen the lingering glances that you and Andy had made. Love was never enough for royals, you needed to add to their wealth, or there was no chance. Opening the door, you start sobbing. A room full of straw and a spinning wheel in the center.
“I can’t do this,” turning back around to flee, the door slams shut, and another man appears before you. “You’ve come to kill me, haven’t you?”
He walks closer to you, shaking his head. “He’s selling me isn’t he?”
“No, Your Grace. He knows not of my whereabouts. I have come to help you.”
“Unless you can spin straw into gold…”
“And I can. Where do you think your filthy lying father got the idea? Why do you think you have never met your mother? I make deals you see? I will do this for you, but what will you do for me? Choose your words very carefully.”
Your fingers twitch on your dress, looking around the room as you swallow bile. There was no way out for you. If you didn’t make this happen, you would die. If you did make this happen, you would be in his debt. “What do you desire?”
“A child. Your first born.”
“If you do this, and I don’t die. I will gift you with mine and Ransom’s first child.”
He nods his head, grabbing a handful of straw as he sits down on the spinning wheel. Beautiful strands of gold replace the straw as he starts to work. The tiniest of gleaming golden thread. “The Princess of the Golden Castle. Golden things usually get you in trouble,” he says flinching. Reaching behind him, you see him scratch his back awkwardly.
“Are you an angel?”
“A demon now, I suppose. Was once a faerie.”
Something inside of you was telling you to keep him talking. Find out what you can about the mysterious demon faerie. “What’s your name, kind sir.”
He looks up at you with the tiniest bit of kindness shining in his eyes. This wasn’t about making a deal. It was about finding a friend. He hadn’t had one in so long. Was tasked to protect the forest, but made one wrong move. His body twitches around, and he tries to fight the evil growing inside of him. “Call me Lance.”
“Thank you for your kindness, Lance.”
“Not kindness,” his eyes blink closed harshly. “This is a deal.”
“You didn’t have to offer it to me,” he happens to glance towards you one more time, there was no malice or trickery in your face. You weren’t trying to get one over on him, you were being serious.
“You’re welcome.”
“That wasn’t so hard was it?”
“It was harder than you think.”
“Could I learn to do this?” Lance shrugs his shoulders, continuing to make mountains of golden thread. “A golden castle, huh? So do you read Ransom’s mind, or do you listen in on his conversations?”
“Both.”
“He would kill me, wouldn’t he?” Lance nods his head. “What of my horse, Walter?”
“Turned him out. He was just a simple work horse. Should you be successful, you will ride one of his, black as night. That’s how they tell the difference between him and Andy. Andy’s horses are white, while Ransom’s are black.”
“Like the color of his soul,” he gives you a sad smile, you were smarter than Ransom gave you credit for.
“You would marry Ransom even though you love another?” no one had ever called you out on this notion. Your feelings towards Andy were kept a secret. No one usually came with Andy when he visited.
“I don’t have a choice.”
“You would have children with a man you don’t love.”
“My first born with Ransom belongs to you. It won’t matter.”
“You surprise me, Aurelia,” gathering up a bit more straw, you were showing him kindness that he hadn’t seen in a long time. Helping him, a demon of the forest. He believed kindness was all but gone now. You were special.
“Aurelia?”
“It means golden,” with a smile that makes Lance’s eyes glow, he goes back to his task. Hoping that this would be enough to make Ransom happy. You deserved it.
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Christmas Coffee
12 Days of Christmas; Day 1
Pairing: Barista!Ransom x Reader (Soft College AU) (Based in New York for the Rockefeller center and Christmas feeling)
Summary: You usually stop for Starbucks before class but the semester is over. That won’t stop you from stopping by to see the cute barista though ;)
Warnings: None? Just fluff, caffeine and snow.
Request: Ransom loses money access, works for Starbucks, falls for cute barista. (Requested by @malloryharris )
Word Count: 1108
A/N: Hey y’all! Here’s my first Christmas/winter story! Also @malloryharris I’m sorry I changed it a bit from your request, but I really couldn’t get it to flow within the exact guidelines. I hope it’s okay!! Love you. (Also covid doesn’t exist in these stories and It’s 1 week before Christmas here :))
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You receive your favorite holiday coffee from the starbucks barista with a smile and small “thank you,” before glancing at your cup with a sigh. Every time. You would think that since you've been here 2 days a week for the past 3 and a ½ months they would at least learn to spell your name correctly, but no. Not even once have they spelled it right. You're usually too busy rushing off to class to even glance at it, but the semester has finally drawn to an end. With no class to scurry to, you step to the side, pulling out your phone before subtly glancing behind the counter, hoping to catch a glimpse of the reason you even come here; the quiet, brooding barista you’ve been silently crushing on since the beginning of the semester.
Finding no sign of him you turn to go, gasping when you spill a third of your drink down the front of a barista in a dark green cashmere sweater.
“I am so sorry!”
“Watch where-” The biting remark dies on his lips as his eyes land on you. Straightening, he takes a half step back. “It’s alright. It wasn’t very hot at least.”
“I wasn’t looking and I was upset about my order and- I should have been more careful,” you blabber, blushing in embarrassment as a small smirk appears on his lips.
“I guess you’ll just have to make it up to me then, won’t you, sweetheart?”
You blush harder, tripping over your words, “ho-how?”
“Ask me out.” His tone is between teasing and daring, but he’s not expecting you to do ask.
“But I don’t even know your name,” you reason.
“Ransom. Ransom Drysdale. And you are…?” He asks, glancing at the spelling on your cup in confusion.
Chuckling slightly, you give your name, feeling a little more comfortable. You extend your hand politely and his large hand envelopes yours. “They always spell my name wrong,” you explain with a roll of your eyes.
“Well how is it supposed to be spelled?”
Spelling it properly, you laugh gently as he gives what is almost a smile.
Anyway- I’m not asking you out, I’m telling you what’s gonna happen,” you smile flirtatiously as his eyes widen in shock. “Friday night, 8 o’clock and don’t be late. Meet me at the restaurant across the street.” With that you waltz towards the exit, feeling more than a little surprised at your own forwardness- and Ransom was feeling the same.
He wasn’t used to other people’s cockiness and attitude- but at least he got his Christmas wish; he was finally going out with you after glancing at you across the counter for 4 months.
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Thursday morning rolls around quickly, with snow coming down in large, slow drifting flakes; blanketing New York in what truly is a winter wonderland. Slipping into your black jeans and a light pink v-neck, you grab your leather jacket and black beanie before walking out the door and the short distance to Starbucks.
Ordering your usual, you scroll through Instagram while you wait.
“Hey.”
Startled, you look up to see Ransom holding your order.
“Hey,” you repeat, smiling at him as he hands you your drink.
“Thank you.” Checking the spelling out of habit, you're startled when it’s correct. “Did you…?” you ask, gesturing to it.
“I’ve gotta get back to work,” is his only response as he shrugs nonchalantly- but his eyes are bright and a small smile tilts his lips and that’s all the answer you need as you blush.
“I’ve gotta go anyways. But don’t be late tomorrow, and dress warm!”
“Why do I need to dress warm for dinner?” He implores, his eyebrows drawing together in confusion.
“Who said we were going to dinner?” You smirk, watching his brows furrow further. Shooting him a wink, you walk towards the door.
You look back over your shoulder when he asks, “Where are we going then??”
“You’ll have to show up to find out!” You say cheerily, a small laugh leaving your lips as he almost smiles.
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Waiting under the restaurant sign, you smile when you see a tall, unmistakable figure walking towards you in a brown trenchcoat.
“Wow- you look... beautiful,” he says honestly, gaze drifting over your favorite outfit before meeting your eyes again.
“Thank you… You look handsome.” You return his warm smile.
“So… Wanna tell me where we’re going?” He asks, falling into step beside you.
Giggling softly you glance at him, looking away when you find him already looking at you. “No… I don’t think I’ll tell you. It’s your Christmas surprise,” you say with a wink as he sighs.
“I’m not gonna convince you to tell me, am I?”
“Nope! But cheer up! I promise it’s good. Totally unrelated question... but what shoe size do you wear?”
“10 or 10 ½… Why?”
“No reason.” You smile up at him.
You walk a few blocks with a stream of chatter between you; getting to know each other.
Pulling a dark green handkerchief from your back pocket. “Stop here and put this on,” you say as he looks at you suspiciously.
“Oh c’mon! It’s clean and everything,” you joke as he relents, tying it behind his head with a huff.
Taking his hand you start leading him slowly down the street, missing the blush that dusts his cheeks.
“2 tickets and rentals please,” you say, walking up to the window, murmuring a polite “thank you” before pulling Ransom after you. “Okay sit here,” you say, guiding him to a bench. “I’ll be right back.”
A moment later you reappear. “You can take that off now.”
As he slips the blindfold off, you hold up 2 pairs of ice skates, a victorious, cheeky smile plastered on your face. “Surprise!!!”
His brows furrow, and your smile falters, thinking you must have done something wrong. “I’m sorry- I didn’t- This was a bad idea. We can go, if you want,” you offer, your smile melting away.
“What? No, that’s not it. This is great!” He says reassuringly, giving you another half smile. “I just, uh, don’t know how to ice skate,” he confesses, rubbing the back of his neck.
Smiling, you put on your skates. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.” At your words, the first real smile you’ve seen appears on his lips., reflecting your own.
3 and a ½ hours later when they kick you out at closing time, you’re both breathless and bright eyed.
You stroll home slowly, laughing and smiling all the way, your smile growing when his larger hand slips into yours and large snowflakes fall in unhurried swirls around you.
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Little Human, I'm The Master Of This Town
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by Dark Autumn Rose (Autumn__Rose)
The end is here and the future is bright
Words: 3974, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 9 of THE TOWN OF MONSTERS
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Knives Out (2019), The Red Sea Diving Resort (2019), What's Your Number? (2011), The Iceman (2012), The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond (2008), Defending Jacob (TV 2020), Snowpiercer (2013), Fantastic Four (Movies 2005-2007), The Losers (2010)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Jake Jensen, Curtis Everett, Jimmy Dobyne, Ari Levinson, Robert Pronge, Andy Barber, Colin Shea, Johnny Storm, Ransom Drysdale, Male Reader, Female Reader - Character, Reader
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Reader, Jimmy Dobyne/Reader, Curtis Everett/Reader, Johnny Storm/Reader, Colin Shea/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Ransom Drysdale/Reader, Andy Barber/Reader, Robert Pronge/Reader, Ari Levinson/Reader, Jake Jensen/Reader
Additional Tags: Dark/Soft Dark Unseelie Fae King Curtis, Dark/Soft Dark Incubus Steve, Incubus Bucky, Soft Dark Puppet Master Jimmy, siren ari, werewolf Jake, Dark/Soft Dark Hexxus Robert, Soft Dark Vampire Andy, Soft Dark Naga Ransom, dragon johnny, Pegasus Centaur Colin, monster town au, The final showdown, the battle chapter, Surprise guest - Freeform, Happy Ending for all, King Curtis, The End
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