#ransom drysdale and kitten

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Precarious Agreements

You have known Hugh Ransom Drysdale since you two were teenagers sneaking into each other's rooms. Grown and on your own, you two had an arrangement that worked out for both of you, friends with benefits.

In very Ransom style, it cost you your job and you were done with him. Swore off the trust fund prick. But when he reenters your life, you find that maybe you weren't entirely done with him just as he wasn't done with you.

Warnings- This has the reader cheating on her current boyfriend. This is an 18+ Only Blog. Minors are not allowed.

You Cant Get Better Than A Thrombey- 4.7 Ransom x You. You and Ransom have a good thing going. Friends with benefits and nothing more. But Ransom’s selfish ways end up ruining it, and you are done. Gone. You moved on with your life. Until one traveling night that brings you back to the city you had left behind, and of course Ransom Drysdale shows up. Written for imanuglywombat​ Wombat’s Ugly 4k Challenge. 

Where You At Kitten?- 1.2k Ransom Drysdale x You. You were quick to leave in the morning, a regular walk of shame habit for you. Shame Ransom woke up with his own issues that you could have helped him with. Warnings- Male Masturbation.

One Fish, Two Fish- Short Ask. The passing of your beloved fish brings up old memories for Ransom and the need to make it better.

The Bed’s Too Loud- 3.9k Ransom Drysdale x Reader. You are stuck at a family obligation and you just need a release from keeping your family from knowing you are not “the perfect daughter.” currently. What ended up as a quick message to Ransom proves that he is a man of action. Warnings- This is absolutely because I was in a mood and not thoroughly edited. Smut with a small plot to lead to it. Also, the reader is a cheater, with Ransom encouraging it. PLEASE! if this bothers you, do not read.

Appointment Scheduled- 2.7k Ransom Drysdale x Reader. Since that night at your parents, you haven’t been to see Ransom. Not that he wasn’t always on your mind. But you continue to defend your ‘FWB’ term that is all he is. Ransom gets tired of receiving physical silence from you. Warnings- somewhat mad mean Ransom, reader in denial of her feelings, some in the office over the desk sex. This is a cheater fic, the reader is cheating on her boyfriend and Ransom is encouraging this. Please if this bothers you, do not read it.

Additional Date Night-  2.2k Ransom Drysdale x Kitten. You are on a date with Neil. Neil who is trying to be sweet and caring with you, Neil who makes you want to scream in frustration. Ransom though happens to find his way there too and you want to scream all over again in frustration.

What Has You Hissing, Kitten?- Short Ask. Kitten gets jealous of some comments made about Ransom's sex life. They both use anger and fucking to hide what actually needs to be said. Warnings- angry taunting Ransom and angry reader using sex to fix their issues.

Don’t Be Late- 3.7k Ransom Drysdale x Kitten. Ransom invites you to Blood Like Wine, having something he wants to tell you in person. Of course when visiting Ransom, it’s never quite just to talk and today he seems like he has a need for something only you can give him.Warnings- This is a cheater fic. Oral sex, male receiving. This is an 18+ Blog only. Walt verbally abusing Ransom.

GOing For All Or Nothing- 5k Ransom Drydale x Kitten. Harlan invited you to celebrate the successful book launch thanks to Ransom’s hard work at Blood like Wine. Of course, you will come, but are you ready to deal with the rest of the Thrombey family? Is Ransom ready for the drama they always bring to the table?

The Reward Goes Too...- 5k Ransom Drysdale x Kitten. Deciding to draw a stalemate in your game of Go, an agreement is reached between you and Ransom. You would spend a weekend with Ransom, phone free and he would let you read his manuscript. You also come up with the perfect time to do this, Johanna having brought you to Boston for work reasons. It's also the perfect time to unwind with your best friend Ellie. Of course, Ellie is just as much an instigator and supporter of you being happy with Ransom...

The Weekend: Deal's A Deal (Part One)- 3.6k Ransom Drysdale x Kitten. Time for You to spend that weekend with Ransom. It's just a weekend, nothing can really come from spending any real amount of time together, it's all just mutual fun.

The Weekend: Let's Bargain For More (Part Two)- 3.7k Ransom Drysdale x Kitten The weekend is going perfectly for you and Ransom. Between multiple sexcapades where Ransom expertly ruins you, there are moments of something you never had with Ransom before. Then Ransom drops the last thing you expect on you.

Letting The Truth Free- 4.7k Ransom x Kitten. Ransom admitted his feelings and used those big words that you were so afraid of. There was an agreement between you and Ransom, he wasn't ever supposed to love you. Now it's all up to you about what to do next. Who will it be? Ransom or Neil?

This Time Around- 1.7k Ransom Drysdale x Kitten. Ransom and You are moving forward, in a very real relationship kind of way. Maybe, finally, you and Ransom figured out how this works.

One Shots-

Gingerbread Delights, Ransoms New Favorite Cookie- 2.7k Ransom x Kitten. The Christmas season is upon them and one of your favorite times of the year. Ransom though… not so much. But your baked goods might just change his mind. Smut.

Purr For Me- 1.8k Ransom x Kitten. Ransom comes home in a foul mood due to his family using Blood Like Wine resources for Joni��s new venture, which also happens to ruin the weekend plans he had with you. You though are all about cheering Ransom up.

Classing Up Macy's- 1.5k Ransom x Kitten. Ransom scored a trip to New York City thanks to Harlan needing someone to promote his newest novel. Lucky for Ransom, he was able to bring you along for the trip.

Needed The Break- 1.9k Ransom x Kitten. Ransom has been hard at work on another manuscript and you are so proud of him. But all work and no play is not good for Ransom and you are sure to distract him occasionally for a small stress reliever.

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Kitten and her tamers (Epilogue)

Summary: It’s just you and your men.

Pairing: Mafia!Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader, Mafia!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader, Mafia!Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Warnings:  language, polyamory, soft mobsters, fluff, implied smut, mentions of spanking

Badass kitten & her tamers

Deadly Kitten (12)

“Welcome to Isla del kitten. We have cold drinks, sun, clear water, and lots of sex,” you raise your glass at Ari.

He pushes his sunglasses up, smirking because you are wearing nothing but a smirk.

“I see you got very comfortable, Y/N,” he sits next to you in the sand, ignoring the sand sticks to his skin, or that you poke his thigh with your foot. “This place is nice.”

“I told you so,” you grin. “We should come here more often. Why own a whole deserted island if you don’t come here for vacation.”

“We had work to do.”

Ari watches you roll onto your belly to let the sun kiss the skin on your backside too. You love feeling the sun's rays on your body and will take full advantage of your time on the island.

“Only work, no vacation for years. We should change this,” resting your head on your crossed arms you sigh. “I hope Jake, Lee, and Lance didn’t kill each other yet.”

“They are still alive and kicking, baby,” he glances at your naked ass, smirking darkly. Ari lifts his hand to slap your ass, grunting as Andy catches his hand before it can hit your butt. “Hey.”

“Don’t ruin her sunbath, Ari,” Andy tuts. “You know how much she loves the sun on her skin. If you mess with her, she won’t let you get close to her for the rest of the vacation.”

“Daddy is right,” you mutter. “There will be no sex on the beach for you, big bear. And I won’t fuck you either.”

“Fine…fine.” Ari sighs. He loves spanking your ass with his large hands. You always make the cutest noises and complain if he doesn’t do it right. “No spanking today.”

“Are we having fun?” Ransom sneaks toward you to slap your ass. He laughs as you roll onto your back to glare up at him. “What? I thought you loved it when you put your hands on me, kitten.”

“You’re awful, all of you but Andy.” You sit up to grab your beach dress. “I’ll sleep in his room tonight. Why can’t you let me have a sunbath.”

“You looked ready to get eaten, kitten,” Ransom plops down next to you, smirking as you drop your eyes to his crotch. He’s, just like you, butt naked. He shamelessly presents his body to you, and his partners.

“I can see that,” Ari wrinkles his nose. “Can you cover your erection, or do you want to ruin my appetite?”

“Don’t act as if you haven’t seen my dick before. How many times did we take turns on our sweet kitten together?”

“Guys, no fighting,” Andy steps in before Ransom and Ari can get into a fight. “We came here to relax and heal. Let Y/N have her fun in the sun.”

“Did you just rhyme, Andy?” You run your hand over Andy’s thigh. “I guess Daddy is in the mood for playtime.”

Ransom shakes his head. “Not on the beach again. Last time I had sand everywhere. And when I’m saying everywhere, I mean it.”

“Ran, baby,” you crook your finger. “If you don’t mind a little sand when can get naughty…”

Your men look at you with hungry eyes at your words. “Ready or not kitten,” they say. “We are coming for ya…”

You will spend three more weeks on your island, promising each other to never let secrets and enemies get in between you and your men.

FIN

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[eloquentreverie]

my favorite CE characters & how they became cat lovers. In no particular order.

warnings; none. pure fluff.

Read part two here.

Ransom Drysdale;

I feel like he secretly loves cats. Even though he doesn’t like to admit to it very often.

So when bring home a box of stray kittens that you found on the side of the road, he’s a bit grumpy about it.

You walk into his house with a big smile on your face. He greets you with that devilish grin of his before his face falls, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Hey, baby—Wait. What do ya got there?” He asks, gradually stepping closer until he hears the soft, small meows coming from the cardboard box. Ransom takes another step, looking at the four little baby kittens.

He can’t deny that the sight of them makes his heart warm but he soon recovers, raising his brow and giving you a stern look. “Babe, we can’t keep them. What are we going to do with all of them!?

You sigh, walking past him and set them down in the living room floor.

“Let’s just focus on taking care of them for now. It was so awful. Some bastard left them out on the side of the road.” You grumble as you kneel to the floor. The thought of another human being being so cruel to these kittens makes your blood boil just thinking about it.

A few weeks later. Ransom and you had been bottle feeding the kittens and letting them play around with the various toys you bought them. He had finally caved. He was completely in love with all of them. And two of you had eventually named them. You had even named one of them 'Hugh'. And that made him smile. A small blush gracing his cheeks.

Steve Rogers;

You can't tell me this sweet man doesn't love cats.

Steve isn't ashamed for his love of cats. In fact most of the avengers are very aware that he's a cat lover.

When Bucky finally gets Alpine, he's in love. Always eager to pet her whenever she's around or sitting on Bucky's lap.

I think Steve would be so thrilled once he finds out you own a cat. Maybe after a few dates and you invite him to your house/apartment for dinner. Your cat immediately hops up on the counter to greet him, being that she's always been very friendly.

Sketches! Steve has a whole sketchbook dedicated to different breeds of cats he's drawn and he definitely has a few sketches of you and your cat in them as well. You and Y/C/N are his favorite muse and he's always jumping at the chance to capture the moment. He loves sketching you especially when Y/C/N falls asleep in your lap at night or when you get the chance to take naps during the day.

Steve is always the first one up and out of the bed. Usually because he's awakened by your cat. But he doesn't mind. He quietly gets out of bed, careful not to wake you up as he walks out of the bed room and into the kitchen to feed Y/C/N. He adores them and is definitely in love with the cat as much as he is with you.

Curtis Everett; Modern AU

Curtis has never been much of a cat lover. That is, until you showed up. He's always been more of a dog lover a bit more.

But when you finally move in together, he can't help but stand there and watch as you bend down and feed the cute little black cat that visits his house, right on the dot at 7pm.

He likes to tease you about it, saying things like, "I think you've got that little guy wrapped around your finger,"

The two of you eventually start letting the cat, walk into the house. And you don't have to convince Curtis much before he gives in.

Sometimes while the two of you are cooking dinner, the little cat likes to hop on the counters.

And Curtis will sometimes get nervous when your favorite little feline gets close to the stove or the oven. He doesn't want it to get it's paws burned but he also thinks it's very adorable how curious the little guy is.

After a couple of weeks of letting him inside Curtis' apartment, the two of you finally get a cat carrier and make it official and finally adopt the cutie.

And on the way to the vet, Curtis is driving his pick up truck while you're in back, comforting him while you list of some of your favorite names to Curtis, since the two of you know you're eventually going to have to pick one once all the paperwork is done.

additional notes; I was going to make this a huge post but I think I might make this a part two!

[georgiapeach30513]

Can you give us a sweet and ridiculous Ransom teaching kids how to ride a bike 🥺🥺🥺

🥺😫 Ransom just being the sweetest and most ridiculous father has my whole heart. He loved being hands on with all the kids, for everything...well almost everything. And we know his kids get a lot of his dramatics, and even stubbornness from him. So we're going to break this up into five parts.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Let Them Go

Summary:  Ransom teaches his babies to ride their bikes

Pairings:  The Drysdale’s

Rating:   🥺🥺🥺

Warnings:  cuteness overload, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.5K

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“Daddy, you won’t let me fall?” Iris looks up at Ransom with her sweet blue green eyes, and back down to her bike with no training wheels.  “I don’t want to fall.”

“Ris, it’s okay,” James gives her handlebars a quick tap, and looks back to Ransom.  “I’ll fall on the ground first, if you think she’s going to fall.”

“She won’t fall, James,” Ransom groans, rolling his eyes.  “Angel, do you think daddy would let you get hurt?” She shakes her head no, putting her feet on the pedals.  “James, stay there.  You’re only going to distract her.  Come on,” he starts out at a steady walk with her, picking up a bit more speed.  “It’s the same thing as with the training wheels.”

“This is easy,” she giggles.  Wanting to go a bit faster, she pedals with more vigor.  “You can let go now, daddy,” he gives a quick look back at you, refusing to take his hands off the bars.  “Daddy, let me go.  I got this.”

He drops his hands, having tears in his eyes as she pedals around a bit more.  Yelling out in joy.  “Kitten!” His hands point over at Iris.  “She was…and then…I had to let her go,” with Blade on your hip you walk over to him, to kiss on his cheek.  “Make her come back to me.  She’s pedaling around with that bonehead.”

“Ran, go help Azzie.”

He looks back at his usually confident daughter who was biting her nails.  Watching her sister, shaking her head, “No.  I won’t do it.”

“You don’t have to,” your husband says, and gets a quick slap to his stomach.  “What?”

“You have a son you’ll have to do this with, and this dramatic girl,” you rub along your belly, reminding him of yet another child on the way.  

“But they’re my babies, and Iris.  Iris!  Baby are you okay?” He runs over to Iris who had crashed into a hedge, but James was already helping her up, even dusting off her shorts, “Kitten!”

“Ransom, you're freaking Azzie out.  Help her.”

“My baby, daddy.  Dis my baby,” Blade rubs on your stomach with you, and Ransom gives the both of you a kiss before running towards Aster who pushes his hands off her bike.

“She fell.”

“I know, little star, but…”

“She fell all the way on the ground, and you…you weren’t even watching her properly, and you want me to ride a bike. No.  I won’t do it.  I won’t,” when he looks back at you, you wave your hand, encouraging him to try.  “Daddy, you let her go.”

“She asked me to.  Trust me, I didn’t want to.”

“Will it hurt?  If I fall?”

“It may.”

“Will you pick me up if I fall?” Ransom nods his head smiling, grabbing her handlebars.  “If I fall do I have to try again?”

“Yes, baby, you need to keep trying.

“Daddy, I’m scared.”

“I’ve always got your back, Azzie.  Daddy will always be here for you, no matter what.  No matter how big you get.  Even if you don’t live with me, daddy will always have your back.  I am your biggest fan.  And you,” He points over at Carter, “Do not move.  Let her get going on her own.”

“Yes, Mr. Drysdale,” he says, putting his kickstand down.  Lydia and Gregory didn’t want Carter to get dirty, or break a bone, so they refused to buy a bike, Ransom got him one anyways.  Even taught him how to ride.  “Mr. Drysdale, I just want to tell Azzie, she’s got this.”

Just like before Ransom pushes her along.  Starting to jog when Aster reaches her hands around his neck and picks her feet up off the bike.  Swinging her body on him, “Daddy, I’m not ready.  Please, don’t make me.  I don’t want to get hurt,” her legs wrap around Ransom’s waist, and she looks up at him pouting, “I just don’t wanna do this.”

“Why, sweetheart?”

“Because…I won’t need you anymore,” she wraps her hands around him tightly, shaking her head.  “Don’t make me.”

“I won’t if you really don’t want me to.  If you really don’t want to learn, it’s not that big of a deal, but I hope you know that this won’t be the last time you need me.”

“Daddy, I’m scared,” he could hear the crack in her voice, and starts walking away with her still attached to him.  “You won’t make me?”

“Azzie, you tell me you don’t want to do anything, and you won’t have to.  Same with anyone else.  You get to decide what you’re going to do.”

“So in school?”

“That’s different.  You don’t have to learn to ride a bike.  Although, I think you’d have fun.  But if you really don’t want to.”

“But won’t I get hurt?”

“Az, if I could protect you from everything that was going to hurt you both physically and here,” he gives a tap over her heart.  “I would.  Daddy doesn’t want you to ever hurt, but hurt is also what helps you grow and learn.  Don’t be afraid of getting hurt.”

“If I don’t want you to let me go you won’t?”

“Never.  I want to hold onto you forever.”

“Maybe another time then.  Can I get on my scooter instead?” He nods his head, and Aster gives him a kiss to his nose that scrunches up.  Running off to get her scooter, and Aster Drysdale never learned to ride a bike.

——

“Alright, Bladey, you ready?”

“No,” Ransom laughs, shaking his head.  “I don’t…don’t, don’t like this.  Mom…mom, mommy?”

“Eh,” he warns him, tapping on his new custom Buzz Lightyear bike.  “Remember what the deal was to get this?”

“Take…take, take it back.  I don’t…don’t, don’t want it.”

“Buddy, look.  Look right here at daddy,” Blade turns his face to squint up at Ransom.  “Would I ever let you get hurt on purpose?”

“Yes.”

“Blade!  No, I wouldn’t.  I laugh when everybody trips, even your mom, once I know you guys are okay.  But I’m not going to push you down the stairs, am I?” He shakes his head no, and looks out onto the driveway, shrugging.  “Buddy, you can do it, if you really want to.  And I know you do.  It’ll feel like flying.”

“You sure?”

“Not really, no, but it does feel cool.”

“Daddy!” Ransom gives him a knock on his helmet, and gives him a chuckle.  “Can…can, can I get snuggles with mom…mom, mommy if I get hurt?”

“Of course.  You ready?” Placing his feet on the pedals he nods his head, letting Ransom push him.  

“Faster!” He squeals, and Ransom sets off on a quick run.  “Let go!” As soon as he does, Blade loses balance, and falls to the ground.  Glaring back at his dad.  

“Blade, what were you doing?  You didn’t try.”

“I figured out the math to it.  I think so, but it didn’t work.”

“Blade, you’re six.  This isn’t math, this is riding a bike.  Pedal when I let go,” furrowing his brow, he determines he’s going to get it.  “Don’t think too hard, you’re going to hurt yourself.  Just go with it, okay?”

“Okay,” trying like they left off, he screams at his dad to let go, and he starts peddling.  A bit wobbly at first, but he’s able to get it. Able to go faster, and turn.  Taking off when you walk up to Ransom, handing him a toddler Story, and she reaches for his ring finger.  Wrapping her hand around it.

“Ransom…”

“Nope, I had to deal with that with Iris.  Just because he’s the baby boy, I don’t want to see any tears,” he doesn’t even look at you.  He knows you were struggling to let him go, “Come here,” he groans, pulling you into him, and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.  “He’s doing good.”

“I was hoping he would run into my arms.”

“Kitten, it doesn’t work like that.  We gotta learn when to let them go.”

——

“Story, what are you doing?” Ransom asks as his daughter places a princess bunny in her basket.  “Back.  Go back and change.”

“Daddy,” she whispers, bringing him down closer to her, “Sir Lancelot is here, I must prove that I am the Princess of Boston.”

“Well, Princess Story book.  Your tiara is blocking the way for your helmet.  You are not wearing a dress to ride a bike, and I want sneakers on your feet,” she clutches at her chest gasping, “Story Rose Drysdale, go change.”

“This is not how the Princess of Boston should be treated,” she dramatically yells as she stomps up the steps to change.  “I will still wear pink, and my bunny is staying in her basket!”

Rolling his eyes, Ransom looks up at the sky, hearing you giggle behind him, and then snort.  Spinning around he sees Carter, “You take that back!”

“I thought the Princess would like a surprise when she came back, Mr. Drysdale.  And I can’t put the rose back on the bush,” blowing out a huff of air, he gestures to Carter to come forward, letting him place the white rose next to her bunny.  

Ransom, annoyed, watches his daughter come down the steps still in a dress, “I have shorts on underneath.  Grandpa said I could.  Oh!  Where did this come from?” She smiles up at Ransom after she spots the rose.  He points towards Carter, causing Story to look down at it, too embarrassed to look at him anymore.  Ransom turns back to pout at you.

“Story, I think daddy has waited long enough.  Hop on,” you walk closer to her, whispering only for her to hear, “Make sure Sir Lancelot knows that you’re worthy of that rose,” she gives you that megawatt smile, throwing a leg over her bike.

“I don’t think I wanna know.”

“Shh, it’s mine and mommy’s secret.  Let’s go daddy,” his head tilts towards you quickly.

“Ransom!”

“She’s the last,” you give him a little shrug and smirk as you walk away, and he gets a devilish grin.  He was too easy, “Alright, Princess Story book, are you ready?” She nods quickly, but screams at him.  “What?”

“Is the rose going to be okay?”

“How many roses has that bonehead given you?”

“They’re special roses daddy.  They’re my roses.  Grandpa had them planted before I was born.  They have special powers that will help protect me and guide me through my journey through the kingdom.  You know the Black Knight is out there somewhere, and must thwart him so he doesn’t interfere in taking me away from Prince Charming.”

“Your grandpa really made sure you had a colorful speech pattern.  You’ve got the rose, got the princess bunny, got your dress, are you ready?”

“Yes!  Onward King of the castle,” dramatically she leans forward to look as if she was gaining speed.  Getting comfortable too easily, and not even realizing that Ransom had already taken his hands off her bike as she rides around.  “I shall name this bike Nimue!  My gallant steed.  Daddy?” She puts a foot down, stopping abruptly, and turns back to look at him.  “Why did you let me go?”

“You and your gallant steed were speeding away without me.”

“But…you let me go, and you didn’t tell me.  I had to discover it, because I didn’t see your ring gleam in the sun rays.  That was not funny.”

“Story book,” he chides.  “You did just fine.”

“But you let me go.  You just poof, and you were gone.  Why?”

“You were determined to pull away, and you were ignoring everything I said because you were talking to yourself.”

“It was a story!”

“Yes, princess.  You need me to push you again?” Her smile beams off her face as she tries to get started again.

“Now I can go riding with Iris, James, Aster, Blade, and Carter!  Bye daddy!”

“Wait!  I didn’t…Kitten!”

“Ransom, I can’t solve everything.  You did let her go.”

——

“No,” Lucy pushes the traditional bike away, her hand still reaching for one without pedals.  “I want that one.  

“It doesn’t even make sense.  How is that supposed to work?”

“You just,” she kicks her foot like she was on a scooter, and tries to get on the bike.

“What’s daddy going to have to do?”

“Nothing.  I don’t need you to do anything for me.  I just need you to let go.  It’s time for you to let go now, don’t you think so?”

“No!” He kneels down, and pulls her hands in his.  “No, it is not time.  You are my last.  I don’t think your mom is giving me another one.”

“I’m not,” you tell him, leaning back in the sun.  “We’re about to be grandparents.  And Lucy waited long enough, didn't you baby?” She nods her head looking up at Ransom.  

“Because I didn’t want her to grow too fast.”

“Mama, can I scoot around now?”

“Yes, Luciana.  Ran, come here.  Sit down with me,” He slumps down on the front porch steps.  Leaning over on your shoulder as he pouts at Lucy, “You were the one that didn't’ want to teach her.  She showed you.”

“I wanted to savor it.”

“Baby, hopefully all our kids have babies.  And we’ll get to make memories with them as well.  We’ve had twenty-one years of raising these babies.  Enjoy that this one was easy.”

“Easy?  Lucy?  Lucifer?” You give him a quick swat to his stomach telling him to leave your baby alone, “Can we have another?”

“No.”

“But look at her, she doesn’t have any kids to play with her.  It’s not fair.”

“She’s the same age Story was when she was born.”

Throwing his head back he groans.  Remembering each time that he taught his kids to ride a back.  Could almost hear the panic in Aster’s voice, the determination in Iris’s, the intimidation in Blade’s, and even the whimsiness of Story’s.  Lucy was aloof, and marched to a beat of her own crumbs.  

“We can’t keep them babies forever.”

“Why?” He demands, watching Lucy scream with her laughs.  “I want them to be.”

“I didn’t enjoy the diapers.”

“Our baby is…I can’t even say it, Kitten.”

“Then don’t,” you give him a soft kiss, and turn back to look at Lucy.  “We had to let them go at some point, daddy.”

“Well, I don’t like it.  I want them all Lucy’s age right now.”

“I know you do, baby.  I would do it, if I could.  But instead, kiss me, and let’s watch our fifth.  The one that is all Drysdale.”

“Shh, let's not talk about her getting older, and enjoy it, okay?”

“Okay,” you let him lay on your chest, and scratch the back of his head.  “I love our life, Ran.”

“I love our family, Kitten.”

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New Guy update:

Thank you so much everyone for your patience. I had hit a little writer’s block but it seems to be over, at least for now. I’m going to try and write a new chapter this week and I should be able to post chapter 8 on Sunday.

[the-iceni-bitch]

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.

[mavsstar]

｡･ﾟ𝐎𝐡 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

Summary︱Ransom comes to spend the holidays with his twin brother, Andy and his fiancé. He can't stand her at all despite her being one of the sweetest people on the earth. Turns out all they needed was to bond.

Pairings︱Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!Fem!Reader, Andy Barber x Virgin!Fem!Reader

W.C︱2.8k

Warnings︱It's Ransom, that a big warning in itself, cursing, kissing, pet name: kitten, manipulation, slight coercion (if you blink you'll miss it), oral (f!), cheating, daddy kink

Author's note︱It's been too long and now I'm finally back! This was fun to make and I've had this idea in my head for weeks now! Have fun reading :) Feedback is appreciated!

You adored your fiancé Andy, he was a kindhearted gentleman that loved you with his entire being. You couldn’t ask for more in a man. Everyone around him approved of you and liked you quite a lot.

Well most of them. 

The only person who couldn’t get on board was his twin, Ransom. Though the feelings were mutual. You thought he was too crude and he thought you were too much of a prude. Unlike him, you’ve never vocalized your dislike towards him, preferring to be kind to him even if you wanted to sew his mouth shut. 

The good part was you rarely got to see the man. You were safe from seeing his face anywhere you went. That was until Andy came home with a surprise. 

“Ransom is going to spend the holidays with us this year.” 

You froze. “Excuse me?” 

“There’s too much going on and I won’t be able to make it home this year and Ransom doesn’t want to go spend the holidays with the family,” Andy began to explain, “I don't want him to be alone so I invited him to stay with us.” 

“Which holidays?” You asked, hoping it would just be Thanksgiving. 

“All of them.” 

It felt like someone dropped an anvil on you. He was going to spend at least a month with you in your shared house, day and night. “And he said yes?” You questioned, surprised he even gave Andy an answer. 

“I was surprised too,” he answered. “He’s coming on Thursday.” 

It was Tuesday, meaning you only had a day to prepare. You dropped your shoulders in defeat. “I better start preparing the guest room,” you said as you got up from the couch. 

Andy grabbed your arm as you tried to walk past him, pulling you into his chest. He rested his chin on the top of your head. “Look I know you two aren’t the best of friends and it’ll be difficult but I want him here with us. Maybe after he really gets to know you, you’ll get along.”

“There’s a better chance of me growing another inch than us getting along.” 

Thursday came a little bit too fast for your liking. One moment you were talking with Andy about Ransom and within a blink of an eye you were at the airport, waiting for him. His flight landed 15 minutes ago and most of the passengers were already off. But he just had to make a fashionably late entrance. 

“There’s my little brother!” Ransom exclaimed. 

“You’re older by a minute,” Andy said as he got up from his seat. 

“A minute and 10 seconds.” Ransom’s answer made Andy playfully roll his eyes. Ransom then turned his attention to you, flashing you a fake smile. “Look who’s here! Did you shrink while I was away? I almost didn’t see you.” 

It was early in the morning. Even more so to be dealing with Ransom’s remarks. You resisted the burning urge to roll your eyes at him. “It’s nice to see you Ransom, I hope you had a nice flight.” 

“It was the absolute worst actually-” He began to complain but it all became white noise to your brain. You just nodded your head as he complained, occasionally saying that must’ve sucked just to make it seem like you were actually paying attention. 

For the first couple of days Andy was able to keep him busy and out of your way but he had to go back to work, leaving you with him all day. At first he would stay for only part of your day, often going out to do something other than being in the house with you. Eventually he just stayed around the house more and more. 

“Are you seriously reading again?” Ransom asked as he plopped down next to you on the couch. 

You quickly tore your gaze from your book to look at Ransom. “Mhm,” you hummed in confirmation, going back to reading your book. 

“Weren’t you just reading this morning?” He asked. 

“I was finishing the last couple of pages. Andy doesn’t like it when I lose sleep to finish reading,” you answered. “This is a different book.” 

“Can I see?”’ He asked with complete sincerity. You then handed him the book only for him to throw it across the room, earning a small ‘Hey!’ from you. “Well stop reading, I’m bored.” 

“What do you want to do?” You asked him as you fully turned your body towards his. 

“If I knew what to do I wouldn’t be here, telling you I’m bored.” 

You decided to ignore his comment and pretend like he never said it in the first place. “Well…we could go grocery shopping.” 

“Grocery shopping? Really?” He questioned, unamused at your suggestion. Much to his dismay, he saw that you were 100% serious. “Fine, let's go.” 

The drive to the grocery store was longer than necessary. Ransom refused to let you drive, part of you figured it was an ego thing but he claimed that a man should always drive. Never the woman. He also refused to use a map, claiming that he knew where he was going. 

After 25 minutes of driving in circles, you finally got to the grocery store. It was practically empty, not a lot of people wanted to do their weekly grocery shopping at 7:27 pm. 

“Now that I’ve been thinking about it, you’re always at the house,” Ransom commented. “Do you not have a job?” 

“Not anymore,” you said as you pushed the cart towards the dairy section. “I used to be a secretary.” 

“Why’d you quit?” 

“Andy said I didn���t have to work anymore and he would take care of me.” You grabbed a gallon of milk and crossed it off your mental grocery list. You started to push the cart down the section towards the produce. “It was too overwhelming for me and Andy didn’t like that I was so stressed out.” 

“How hard can that be?” Ransom scoffed. 

“It’s a lot harder than you think Ransom,” you replied. “It didn’t help that I was one of the few women there. I had a terrible boss.” 

“What do you do all day then? Just sit there and look pretty while you wait for Andy to come home?” 

“I clean, run some errands, go out—I do the same things you do but you don’t seem the type of person to clean or run errands.” 

“Why would I?” He scoffed. “That's why I hired a maid and an assistant to do all that for me.” 

“Not surprised trust fund baby,” you muttered under your breath. 

“What did you say?” Ransom asked, having fully heard you. 

You looked up at him, “Oh nothing,” you lied, you even went as far as to pull out doe eyes. “Oh we need bread!” 

 “No, no, no,” Ransom repeated as he grabbed your upper arm, halting you from moving any further. “Repeat what you said.” 

“I said we need bread.” 

“Before that.” 

“I said nothing,” you answered, unknowingly pushing his buttons in the sweetest way imaginable. 

His hand traveled up your upper arm to your cheeks, slightly squishing them together as he inched closer to your face. You could feel his breath fanning over your lips.

“Kitten, repeat what you said, I’m not going to ask again.” 

Your lips parted open but no sound came out. You felt heat pooling from the pit of your stomach rising to your face. You tried to peel your eyes away from his only for him to chase after them. 

“I-I said, not surprised trust fund baby,” you mumbled loud enough so he could hear it.  

The corner of his lip tugged into a sly smirk, “See now was that so hard?” He asked as he dropped his hand. “Good girl.” 

Ransom evoked a spark inside him that night. He noticed how your body went hot under his touch and he loved it. It was as if you have been untouched and you’re just now tasting a man’s touch. You would grow shy under his gaze if he stared at you for too long. You would jump every time his hands brushed your body. 

Ransom’s favorite part was when he would inch his face close to yours and your eyes would dart to his lips right before going back to his eyes. 

Though part of him couldn’t help but think it was all an act. There was no possible way a woman like you could be so innocent. That you would pretend to get flustered everytime he made a sexual innuendo. That you would get uncomfortable and squirm in your seat everytime a sex scene came on. 

It had to be an act. 

Like right now, you were in the kitchen cooking food for you and Ransom. You were wearing Andy’s sweater with a pair of small pj shorts and Ransom had made a crude comment. 

“You and Andy must've had crazy kitchen counter sex if that’s what you wear to cook.” 

“Oh my,” you squeaked out. “We don’t–uh–Andy and I-” 

“Oh please drop the act,” he scoffed.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “What act?” 

“That!” Ransom exclaimed. “The pretending you’re all innocent and being such a fucking prude. Everyone has sex, it’s normal.” 

Except you haven’t had sex yet. You always wanted to wait until marriage for personal reasons and Andy didn’t mind one bit. He completely respected your decision and liked the idea of waiting, it’s building tension the two of you would unleash on your wedding night. 

“It’s not an act Ransom,” you answered. “I just don’t feel comfortable talking about…it.”

“You’re kidding me right?” He remarked. He took your silence as a no. Then the realization slowly crept in his mind. “Unless…” 

“Unless what?” You questioned. 

“Unless you’re a virgin? But that’s impossible…right?” His tone was teasing and almost humiliating. 

You felt the shame burn your cheeks and you imagined the words ‘virgin’ written in big red bold letters across your forehead. People have assured you that it’s okay to be a virgin and everyone takes life at a different speed. You were just getting comfortable with it. 

“Answer me kitten.” 

“Yes,” you whispered, looking down at your feet. 

Ransom swallowed the last 4 steps that were between the two of you. His right hand went under your chin, softly lifting it up. “So he’s never touched you?” Ransom asked as his left hand slowly began to graze your body. 

“No.” Your breath hitched when his large hand rested on your hip, pulling you flush against him. You bumped into his chest with a soft grunt. His hands went to your back when he felt you shift backwards, caging you against him.

“Please let me go Ransom,” you softly pleaded as you tried to pry him off. 

“No,” he said as his head dipped to your neck, placing fervent kisses. “You want this and you know it.” 

“No–ngh–I can’t do this to Andy.” 

Ransom stopped the attack on your neck. You could see it in his face that he was bothered at the mention of his twin brother. “We’re not doing anything bad, kitten. We’re just having fun, you want us to get along, don’t you?” 

“This is bad Ransom, I’m cheating on my fiance,” you protested. “I can’t do this.” Ransom had you in his grip and he wasn’t going to lose you. He refused to. 

“Andy’s cheating on you,” he blurted out. 

“What?” You questioned him. 

“It’s obvious, kitten. How else was he going to stay with you? He’s a man after all and men have needs.” 

"You’re lying,” you argued. “Why should I believe you?” 

“Because I’m his brother and I know the type of person he is.” His hands went underneath your sweater, slithering their way up to your breasts. “So I think we can have some fun. It wouldn’t be fair after all.” 

Ransom’s lips crashed onto yours before you could give an answer. You tasted like the strawberries you were eating just mere minutes ago. With every passing second, his kisses grew hungrier. 

“Jump,” he whispered against your lips. You obeyed and lifted yourself off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist. He blindly stumbled into your bedroom. Carefully, he set you on the bed and unbeknownst to you, he had taken off your shorts and panties in one swift motion. 

His warmed calloused hand went to your thighs, spreading them as fast apart as he could. You were completely soaked. Ransom bit back a moan. “Oh kitten,” he purred. “I can’t wait to ruin you.” Ransom planted open mouth kisses on your ankle, working his way up to your inner thighs. Your head felt dizzy and your body was high off of his touch. When you felt Ransom kiss your cunt, you knew you were a goner. 

“Ransom,” you moaned out. 

“That’s not my name kitten,” Ransom murmured. He looked up at you through his eyelashes as he licked around your pussy lips. “It’s daddy. Now say it.” 

“Please daddy,” you whined. 

“If you stop saying it, I stop. Got it?” 

You rapidly nodded your yes, not trusting your own voice. You let out a strangled moan as Ransom licked a broad stripe against your pussy. 

“You taste so fucking sweet,” Ransom let out a moan of satisfaction, sending vibrations through you, making it more pleasurable than you ever imagined. 

Incoherent babbles left your mouth as he made precise, figure eights on your clit. You couldn’t help but lock your legs around his head, never wanting him to leave. You lazily propped yourself up on the bed to watch Ransom but it all went out the window when his lips sucked on your clit. 

“Oh my god!” You shrieked, your head falling back on the mattress. “Daddy! Feel s’good!” 

Ransom momentarily lifted his head, watching your blissed out state. “I know it does kitten,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “Andy could never make you feel like this huh?” 

“No.” 

“I wonder how he would feel that I’m eating his pretty fiancé’s pussy? Making her scream daddy.” Ransom dipped his head back down and went at it again.

 His tongue goes through your fold, licking all your sweet wetness. You felt a familiar sensation only this time it was coming faster and harder. This felt nothing like this when you would play with yourself. 

“Oh daddy!” You screwed your eyes shut as you gripped the sheets. Your lower half took a mind of its own as you began to rock your hips against his face, chasing your high. A gasp fled your lips as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Suddenly the only word you knew was daddy, repeating it as if it was a prayer. 

“How was that, kitten?” Ransom teasingly asked. “Did daddy make you feel good?” 

“Mhm,” you blissfully hummed out. “S’good.” 

“That’s my girl,” Ransom praised as he pulled your shorts back up. “You did so good for me.” Ransom enjoyed watching you, you were spaced out and he didn’t even put his all into it. He could only begin to imagine how you would react when he really got done with you. 

“Now let's go finish cooking before Andy comes home.” He kissed you lips one more time before helping you off the bed.

Andy surprisingly came home earlier than he said he would. Usually would come home at 12, it was currently 10:06 pm. You had barely finished washing the dishes when you heard the door unlock.

“Hi honey!” Andy greeted you as walked over to kiss you. You turned your head to the side and his lips collided with your cheek. “What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned at your behavior. 

“Nothing,” you answered. “I’m heading off to bed, I’m really tired. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

“Goodnighttt,” Ransom sang as you left the room. 

“Goodnight Ransom.” 

Andy waited until you left the room to talk to Ransom. Once he saw he was in the clear, he turned to Ransom. “What the hell did you say to her?” 

“Nothing, why?”  Ransom asked, playing the innocent. “Trouble in paradise?” 

“Drop the act Ransom.” Andy stepped closer to him, placing his hands on his hips. “We were fine a couple days ago and now she’s acting weird. What did you do to her?” 

“I did nothing,” he said as he raised his hands in defense. 

Andy knew he was lying. If he really was telling the truth, he would’ve told him off and stormed off cursing at how his own brother doesn’t believe him. 

“Stay away from her,” Andy seethed through gritted teeth. “Don;t even think about laying a finger on her.” 

“Or what? You’re going to kick me out?” Ransom scoffed. “I saw her first and you took her away from me. I’m simply getting back what’s mine.” 

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Hi! I really like your HC AU. Could you do one of how Cevans characters would react to reader flinching during an argument?

Oooh I love this idea! 🥹💔 Let’s get to it!

POV: Y/N flinches in midst of an argument.

Warning - The following HC contains: angst/fluff, comfort, reader has hinted trauma.

Steve Rogers

Steve would cut himself off and stare at you. “Doll, why did you wince like that?…did I raise my voice too loud? I didn’t mean to if I did but I….you know me…I have never and wouldn’t…” Steve begins to ramble a little with his words as he processes what just happened. “Who hurt you, my love? Please, tell me…I’m worried…this had to have come from somewhere, right?” Steve asks as he’s ready to receive an explanation while pulling you in to stroke your back gently. He listens, already plotting in his head to pay ‘someone’ a visit responsible for your trauma response.

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom raises his eyebrows as he sees you flinch and he furrows, confused. “Kitten,…did you seriously think I was about to hit you just now?” Ransom would ask with his arms crossed. “…Do you think I would steep that low?” A part of him takes offense as he first assumes that’s the whole story, but the pieces pick up slowly that this could have come from a previous encounter. He sighs, realizing he’s handling this poorly. “Darling…I didn’t mean for you to react that way. I hope you’re not scared of me…are you?” He’s relieved when you shake your head, and he decides it’s best if you both take a break from arguing. He comforts you, reassuring there’s nothing to be worried about. He hopes you’ll eventually tell him and explain on your own why you flinched.

Andy Barber

Andy would shut his mouth the moment he sees you flinch, and he would stay still as he processes the moment. When he receives your look of feeling guilty, his face softens, “Oh honey…it’s okay, let’s stop arguing about this and talk about what happened, okay? Did I scare you?” He asks first, not wanting to put much pressure on you. He wants to know right away if it was him who had caused you to flinch, and he wants you to feel safe so he speaks in his most soothing tone. When he sees you’re not reacting negatively to his closeness, he pulls you in to an embrace, making you feel safe.

Jake Jensen

Jake would stiffen, wondering what just happened to make you flinch. “Are you okay? You just flinched as if I was going to…” his heart breaks in a million pieces as he puts two and two together. He carefully takes your hands to give you reassurance. “Baby, what happened? Was it me?…You know you can talk to me about anything…I’m all ears, always.” Jake would reassure as he makes you sit down on the couch with him encouraging a chat about it. This incident would bother Jake for a long time, and he would often catch himself in future mid-arguments asking if he’s not coming across as too aggressive to make sure you won’t react like that ever again.

Johnny Storm

Johnny’s sentence would die out the moment he sees you wince and ask, “What was that?”, distraught and confused. “Did you just…” he doesn’t complete his sentence as he flattens his hands and raises them. “Babe,…I’m never putting my hand on you…my parents, while they died when I was very young raised me good enough to know that’s never okay…I wouldn’t do that even if you called me names or cursed at me like Ben always does!” He makes light out of the situation to distract you and pulls you in to caress you when he sees a small smile form on your lips, already leaving you two to forget about what you were even arguing about.

Ari Levinson

Ari’s response to you flinching would be to take a step back and give space between the two of you. He’s encountered women with traumatic responses before and knows that to deescalate the trigger, he needs to show he isn’t going to do any harm, like raising his hand. He would then say to you in a soothing voice, “Sweetheart,…I apologize if I came off as heated just now…let’s put this aside and think of something else, alright?” He would then crouch down, look up at you and making himself small to further deescalate your trauma response. You would respond getting closer to him and come into his welcoming and warm embrace, as you know Ari’s safe. It’s all forgotten and Ari doesn’t see any point of bringing up the argument again. Your feeling of safety comes first.

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Can you do one we’re Lloyd is getting married to y/n but her ex crashes the venue?

hello, sorry this took so long! I hope you liked what I came up with.

prequel

summary - an unwanted ex crashes your wedding and exposes your kinky ways to your soon-to-be husband, do you think the wedding was called off?

warning - angst, fluff, talk of being fucked by something, sexual talk, gun talk, special guest.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

His eyes were so warm and intense on you that you were sure he could read all your thoughts, everything you felt about him, written in your pupils. Lloyd smiled, opening his mouth as he began his vows.

“I’m so happy I met you, Pumpkin. I remember when I first saw you. You were walking through a field of flowers, wearing a pretty white dress and a daisy in your hair. At that moment, I knew I had to get to know you, and I couldn’t let someone so beautiful slip through my fingers.” He smiles, eyes staring intensely into yours, which happened to be filled with happy tears. Lloyd clears his throat, making sure his voice doesn’t crack as he continues. “I want to cook you dinner, even though I can’t. I want to tuck you into bed and make sure you sleep okay every night, all the time. I want to play with your hair until you fall asleep. I want to cuddle you for hours or get lost travelling with you. I want to be at dinner with you, somewhere different and move my hand up your legs.” As he says this, Lloyd wiggles his brows. “I want to fuck you till you can’t move. I want to punish you just because I fucking can, and I promise, Pumpkin, that I will love you for eternity, and if I somehow upset you and break my vows, you can shoot me wherever you want.” 

A soft smile appears on your face, but as you open your mouth, about to respond, you are interrupted by someone slowly clapping. You and Lloyd turn your head, and your eyes widen as your ex-boyfriend Ransom freaking Drysdale stands there. 

Ransom grins, “I gotta say, those were some awesome fucking vows.” He strolls forward, winking as he takes a swig from the whiskey bottle in his hand. Your hand quickly reaches out to stop Lloyd from grabbing the gun in his waistband. “Aww, is the big guy getting mad? Scared she’s going to come running back to me? I mean, I wouldn’t blame her. All those nights together, mmm.” He exaggerates a moan, eyes rolling back as he tries to get under Lloyd’s skin.

“What do you want, Ransom?” You huff, arms folding in front of your chest as the happiness you were feeling slowly gets sucked out of you. “How the hell did you even know I was here?” The feeling of Lloyd’s arm wrapping around you spreads secureness throughout your body.

Ransom smiles, “Your little bridesmaid there, get her going enough, and she’ll happily spill your whereabouts.” His eyes stare you down, looking for a flare of jealousy to spark in your eyes, but all he’s met with is disgust. His eyes move over to the red-faced bridesmaid, giving her a smirk. “C’mon, why don’t you tell the bride all of the things you let me do to you that made you spill.”

“Ransom. That’s enough. What do you want?” The rage building inside of you was becoming too much. Your fingers twitch as you itch to reach behind and grab Lloyd’s gun. Not even his hold is comforting you, and that’s the scary part. You swear you can feel him press a soft kiss against your head, whispering sweet words, but you can’t be sure as redness tries to take over.

“Well, Kitten. I want you back.” He rolls his eyes, drinking from the bottle. A giant grin appears on his face when Lloyd grunts and his sharp blue eyes make their way over to Lloyd’s. “Hey, buddy! I got a question for ya!” Ransom strides closer, tapping Lloyd’s cheek as he speaks but huffs when his hand is swiped away. “Jeez, calm down.” Ransom pouts, not expecting you people to be so rude. 

“Are you guys as kinky in bed as we once were?” The smirk on his face says it all, and your eyes widen knowing where he’s going with this. “You all wanna hear what I fucked her with?” He spins, speaking to everyone in the room. Some eyes and mouths were wide open, and some gasped. They’d probably gasp more if he said what he fucked you with. Ransom turns, staring you deep into your eyes. “Should I tell them, Kitten? You think he’d still want you after knowing how much of a whore you really are?”

You shake your head, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes as you think back to the night he was talking about. You and Lloyd aren’t vanilla at all but for him to hear this on your wedding day from your ex wasn’t something you wanted to happen. Ransom nods, taking your silence and turns to look Lloyd in the eyes with a dark smirk.

“You ever fuck her with a lollipop?” Lloyd’s brows shoot up, his head moving to look at you, wondering why he hasn’t even thought of that yet. “Ah! You haven’t?” Ransom chuckles, forcing his whiskey into a random person’s arms before he excitedly claps. “Fuck! I did that. I fucked her with a lollipop. She liked it, though. She liked it a lot!” His eyes never leave Lloyd’s as he says this. Ransom licks his lips as he thinks of how hot you looked, sprawled out, little whines escaping you as he thrusts the small lolly into your dripping hole. 

Ransom looks at you, his eyes piercing through you. “I can’t stop thinking of you and that lollipop.” He groans, head thrown back as he continues. “Jesus, do you know how fucking sexy you looked, letting me fuck you with it. Remember when you had a taste?” Ransom licks his lips, raising a brow as your eyes dart down. “Of course you do, Kitten. You were begging for that taste, the best fucking taste out there. A bit of cherry mixed with you. Fuck! I’m getting so fucking hard thinking about it.” His hand reaches down and grabs his junk, “Why stay with a boring man like Lloyd Hansen when you can have me back, Kitten? Don’t you miss me?” 

“No, Ransom. I don’t miss you, and there’s a reason I’m marrying Lloyd instead of you.” Your glare is set on the man. His brow raises as he waits for you to come up with an excuse. “No woman wants a man who has his eyes on every woman.” 

Lloyd looks down at you. Leaning forward, he places a soft kiss against your head before turning and grabbing Ransom by his throat. The sound of choking can be heard as Lloyd walks Ransom out of the area and throws him to the side. He leans down. “You ever come near us again, and I’ll put a bullet in your head.” As he stands, he kicks Ransom in the side before walking back to where you stand, and Lloyd can see how worried you are that he wouldn’t come back.

“You ready to become Mrs Hansen, Pumpkin?” Lloyd smiles when a bright smile appears on your face. He walks over to you and brings you into his arms. “You’re lucky. I love you.” He warns. “Because I wouldn’t stand for it otherwise.”

You grin, resting your chin on his chest as you look up at him. “You’re lucky. I love you. Because you’re a total asshole, and there aren’t a lot of girls who’d put up with it.” Lloyd looks down at you, shocked, but it’s soon replaced with a loving smile.

The priest clears his voice. “After that… Lovely interruption. Would you two like to continue?” The two of you look at one another. Hands interlocked as you nod. 

The wedding may not have been one of a fairytale, but Lloyd did get to test out that lollipop.

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The Weekend: Deal's A Deal

Summary- 3.6k Ransom Drysdale x Kitten. Time for You to spend that weekend with Ransom. It's just a weekend, nothing can really come from spending any real amount of time together, it's all just mutual fun.

Warnings- Oral, mentions of semi-public sex, Ransom talking some filth, got some softness sprinkled in there, two idiots just not admitting anything to one another. This is an 18+ Only Blog.

A/N- well we finally got to this point. Did I ever think I would get here? Not really. Special shout out to @drabblewithfrannybarnes who specifically mentioned wanting to see a sweet bathtub scene.

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You entered Ransom’s building with a click of your heels against the marble floor and your overnight bag wheeling behind you. This place was starting to feel familiar, the residents passing you in the lobby no longer glanced at you with suspicion, the daytime doorman gave a tilt of his head while holding the elevator door open for you, already knowing that you would be going up. 

“Morning Miss Y/L/N.” 

“Morning Dwight.” You greeted him warmly while stepping into the elevator to press a button taking you to your destination. The door slipped shut and the floor numbers lit up as the elevator creaked its way up to where Ransom lived. No Ransom didn’t live in the penthouse, but his apartment was certainly one of the nicer ones in the building near the top floor. Even though he was taking more responsibility in life didnt mean he didnt still enjoy the life of luxury. The view of Boston harbor alone was a sight you had also learned to appreciate. 

You stepped off the elevator once you reached his floor. A bit apprehensive as you made your way to his door, this wasnt a fuck and go deal, this was something edging on real that took commitment. To say it didn’t scare you a little would have been a lie and didnt’ you already do enough of those? 

Ransom and you had a history, a long history. Would this weekend remind you both of that and why it just didn’t work for you before. The last time, before you moved to Conneticut and ended up with Neil, it had cost you a career. But now you were wiser, you were prepared for Ransom Drysdale and his chaos. 

You think. 

The door is already open when you reach it, giving a knock, you step inside and close it behind you. “Ransom?” 

“In here Kitten.” You heard him from somewhere in the apartment. Shrugging off your jacket and hanging it up, you slip off your heels till your wandering barefoot through the beautiful space. That skyline window view, never failed to make you pause a moment, watching the boats creeping through the harbour before going out to sea for a day of tourist attractions and fishing. 

You feel a pair of hands slide around you, a broad back press against your chest as Ransom joins you, overlooking your shoulder as he too watched the scene before you. “This is why I chose this one. More money for this view, but as soon as I saw it, I knew. I always hoped you would get to see it too.” 

You leaned into him, his warmth enveloped you in a very calming manner, he was familiar, he felt familiar at your back, hands resting around you like they are always there. There was an unspoken intimacy in the way you two were able to hold each other so casually that you opted not to inspect further. “Now I have seen it several times, but never fails to make me pause. This place is amazing.” 

“It is, I wouldn’t have found it without Harlan’s help.” Ransom admitted while brushing the soft shorter hairs from the back of your neck and brushed his lips against the supple column of your neck. You let your eyes slide closed to enjoy the sensation. Ransom was good at so many things, and making you feel special was one of them, one you craved because with Neil, he always just fell short of making you feel like you mattered more then his always demanding career. It shouldnt be this easy to get lost in Ransom, but it was. It always was. “How about a glass of wine and you can tell me about your week, Kitten?” He offered, snapping you back to the present. 

“And here I thought I was just gonna be your sex toy all weekend.” You teased while stepping away from him and heading to the kitchen. Ransom tugged you back to him, landing you chest to chest in his arms, looking up at him. 

“Who says that isnt what I got planned Kitten? Get you liquored up and loose before I ruin you in my bed, the tub, the kitchen counter. I think you be real pretty bent over that granite counter with your ass up in the air all for me, begging? Hmm?” 

How could he do that, be nice and gentleman then go to making you filthy promises that made you ache for just that. You worked on simmering that desire for now, it was a weekend, a whole two days and if you broke so soon, you were never gonna last till the end. “You already promised me wine Ransom.” 

“So I did.” A perfect smirk graced his hungry features, dropping a dominating kiss before twisting you back to head to the kitchen. In the past year you have been over to Ransom’s apartment, you hadn’t had a chance to see much outside of the bedroom, so you admired the open space. Although not huge, it was big enough for you to tuck onto a barstool out of the way while he grabbed wine glasses and pulled out your favorite bottle from the mini wine fridge. “So Ellie’s, how was it?” 

“Good.” You took the offered glass to sip from. “It has been so long since we have gotten to just be together, you know? I’m always working or she is flying out somewhere herself for work. Plus its not like I’m just on the other side of town. She ended up getting Johnny’s phone number that night.” You smirked while Ransom leaned on the opposite side of the counter. He gave a chuckle. 

“I’m not surprised, Ellie had her hooks in him well before I even got there.” 

“You jealous she didn’t take you up on that offer for a three way?” 

Ransom shrugged, grinning as he enjoyed more of the wine. “Her loss, I offered.” You thought he was joking, but of course this is Ransom Drysdale and he has managed to surprise you before. “She is going to eat him alive.” 

You snorted, hopping off the bar stool while swirling your glass. “Boy wont even know what hit him.” You wandered from the kitchen, looking around at the rest of the apartment in the light of day. Ransom, kept it modern and classy looking. This clean, you assumed he must have a maid coming in. But it was also set up for comfort as well. “You entertain here often Ransom?” A loaded question, you saw him hesitate a moment, trying to figure out what you were looking for with that question. 

“Have I brought anyone here since we have been fucking? No, I havent. Blood Like Wine and fucking Walt keep me busy as it is. Have I hosted some-” He gave a wave of his hand dismisvely. “Parties? Yes I have. But not like I used to.” Ransom set his glass down, now emptied. “I found I prefer not to have a bunch of shitty fucking people in my home.” 

He had changed, it kind of unsettled you to hear him talking so responsibility. Not like the Ransom from before who was knowin to have a slew of fuck boys following him around and girls doing there best to get him to notice. He noticed them enough to keep them hanging on but never gave enough to let them know him. Not like you. 

“Smart move, those people will suck you dry given the chance.” You downed your wine and set it next to his. “So… You have me for the weekend Drysdale to do as you please as long as you have the manuscript for me?” 

“I do.” He stepped in closer, into your space and a large hand cupped your cheek, seeming to soak in what intimate contact he could have with you. You once more sunk into it, letting it make your heart clench with a need unfiulfilled before. Almost like your body was starved for this intimacy. “You are so eager Kitten, so willing to be mine this weekend.” 

“That was the deal.” 

“Mmhh.” He hummed while his hand found the zip in the dress you were wearing, dragging it down. “It was the deal, I think that the rules are no more of these dresses. Hides to much.” 

You wriggled in his hold, letting the now loose dress slip to the floor, pooling at your feet into discarded fabric for you to step out of. Lace panties and bra now the only thing covering you and you could see the black set was a wise choice as his pupils flared with desire once more while looking you up and down. “This better?” 

“Cute Kitten, but still far to much.” He towered in closer, making you step back till your back hit cool glass from tall windows. You arched to your toes to nip at his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your fingers in the strands of his hair at the back of his head. 

“Don’t rip them, I like this set.” 

“I will fucking buy you a new set. One in each color.” He reached behind and although easily could have twisted the clasp to open, he was efficient but he bent the hooks with a yank and the thin lace tore from the exertion. You gasped at the action, what remained of your bra falling away and he started kissing you, working his mouth against yours to claim your mouth for himself, your kisses belonging to him for now and he feasted. A man who had been deprived for long enough. You grasped his shirt to hold on, the cold pinky ring pressing against your left breast while he grasped you, circling the nipple precisely how you liked before giving a stinging pull, knowing that you craved that bit of pain. 

“I will be sure to send you the site I got it from.” You arched into his mouth, tugging at his hair for more, more, more. His teeth were sharp nips to be soothed with the broad stroke of his tongue. Ransom didnt stop there, he swept his hands along your ribs and kissed down the curve of your belly till the man was on your knees before you.  

“Or just take the card from my waller. Order yourself whatever you want, fuck if I care, as long as I get to see you in it.” He dragged his nose against the panty clothed center of you. ”Kitten, your pussy already wet?” Inhaling you deeply, his hands grasping at the back of your thighs to spread them wider. “You know anyone was to be peeping from one of these other buildings they are gonna see you getting fucked on my face.” 

That sent a shiver of humiliation and desire through you, excitement at the prospect of getting caught. Ransom smirked up at you, biting at the band of your panties and tugging them down till your pussy came into view and he could nudge his nose through your curls, tongue tracing the seam before spreading you open. 

Watching this man put his mouth on you, you excitedly finished stepping from the last remaining clothing on you to be bare naked in his livingroom, in the middle of the day, your backside pressed firmly against the glass as he spread your thighs wider with demanding kisses to the inside of your thighs that left slight teeth imprints in the softest parts of you. 

“Been wet for you, wanting you this whole week, ready for this.” Your hands brushed through his dark hair, messing the typically styled waves till they were as wild as is expression looked, inhaling deeply against you once more before his tongue stroked through your folds, finding that nerve that made your legs shake and you gripped his head to hold yourself up. The way he worked your clit, hard sucks and tender strokes of his tongue made you arch for him, offering yourself to Ransom to take as much as he wanted. 

He wanted it all. Harsh hands dug into the back of your thighs, lifting one to drape over his shoulder and hold you poised for him, his tongue relentless as his fingers fucked into your aching center, curling to stroke clenching walls in a come hiter motion. “More Ransom.” 

His voice was muffled, more occupied at savoring you instead of answering. 

“You turning into a absolute slut for me. Out in the open like this…” Another swipe of his tongue through your squelching pussy, your hand slapped back into the glass window in a desperate move as your belly clenched and heat raced in a sharp tingle through your nerves. 

“Ran I gotta-” 

“Let everyone see you cum. Come on Kitten.” He fingerd you harder, demanding you to break. You didn’t want to crash, it was a ominous promise that it was gonna feel so good and that he wasn’t close to finishing with you. You already knew his cock had to be straining in those expensive slacks how was still wearing, of course he had you completely naked while he still wore all his clothes, having you on display in his glass wall of windows overlooking the city. A glance down showed your slick shiny on his chin and mouth, his lips turned into a knowing smirk. He had you, fuck he had you right where he wanted you. “Anything I want, thats the deal this weekend. Right now I want you to cum for me.” 

You gave in, there was no use fighting it and you pressed and slid against the glass till his hands caught your hips to keep you upright. This time his mouth was driving you crazy, too much and you pushed at his forehead with a gasp. “No more Ransom.” 

“Aww Kitten, we are just getting started.” He worked his way up, hands holding you still while his mouth filthy from you streaked up your body and to your mouth, filling you with the taste of you. 

Tongue filling and stalling your moans from escaping, you felt ripped from him, twisted to the bright light of the Boston Harbor and your breasts pressed against the cool glass. You could see the flutter of his shirt out of your peripheral vision when you tilted your head to press your heated cheek against the window. 

Anyone can see you be an absolute slut for this man and that just made you press your ass out, giving him all the room he needed to palm your ass and hiss in your ear while your palms streaked at the pristine glass. 

No longer pristine, you had made a mess and it was streaked in a tell tale story in smudges. “I want the world to see how my Kitten is a cock drunk whore just asking to be filled.” His hand circled the back of your neck while he worked his pants open. 

Yes, yes you wanted to be fucked and full of Ransom. How was this all you ever wanted? Your felt your eyes glaze as you submitted to the sensation of going stupid while his cock stretched you. It felt so good, so right like this. You moaned, freely without restraint. “Yes Ransom.” 

“Whats that Kitten?” His tone was taunting, urging you to beg while you pushed your ass out further, curving your back. 

“Fuck me, fuck me please!”  

It was all like some fantasy you used to imagine, Ransom caging you in, his hands laying claim to your body, his mouth hissing against your ear with filth all in front of the beautiful boston skyline. It wasn't till you came several times did you feel him snap his hips into you and fill you with his spend, calling you his good Kitten. Thats when you faded into his hold, letting yourself black out satisfied. 

“Kitten? Fuck, come on Baby, I know it was good but pass out good?” You felt hands cupping your face and you stirred with a whine, your body burning from being pressed and rubbed against the glass, between your thighs was a warm ache that left traces of him smeared into your skin and a worried set of blue eyes peering into yours. 

“I’m fine.” You run your hand against his smooth bare chest, feeling him sigh in aggravation and relief while glaring at you. “Just needed a breather.” 

“Fuck woman, why didnt you tell me to stop instead of begging for more. Thought I might have knocked you hard against the window or something.” He scolded while he let his hands fall from your face, tracing your sides soothingly as you laid up on the couch. You hid a smile in the couch cushion, knowing that pointing out how worried he seemed to be would just agitate him. You shifted to sit up and hissed as you were pretty tender all over. “Come on Kitten, lets go get you taken cared of.” He raised to a stand, naked as could be so you must not have been out for to long if he didnt even bother getting at least pants back on. 

“You do know I’m fine Ransom?” You said as he scooped you up, making you sling an arm around his neck as he carried you from his livingroom and towards the bedrooms and bathroom. Your feet danglad over his arm, and it all felt very tender, this bridal style way of hauling you around. 

“Part of my demands then, okay Kitten? Let me do this.” He turned into his bathroom. Now Ransom had a luxury bathroom. Another thing he refused to skimp on, which you weren't surptised. This man liked to come off as in the ‘He didnt fucking care” about anything, but he spent a considerable amount of time taking care of himself. And it showed. “You can stand?” 

“Yes Ransom, you didn’t exactly break my legs.” You rolled your eyes at his worrying, wiggling your feet in an urgency for him to ease you to a stand. Once he was positive you were steady and gave you a pinch on your ass for being sassy, he set about filling a tub with hot steamy water, sure to go into his closet for what looked like epsom salt to dump in and swirl around till it melted in the water. He disappeared again and you followed him into the large closet, browsing through all his supplies while he tucked the jar of epsom away. “Are these… flower petals?” You opened another jar and reached your hand in to pull out a handful and sure enough a nice flowery aroma filled the space as you brought them to your nose. “Oh these are so going in.” 

“Whatever you want Kitten.” He grabbed fluffy towel and clothes to bring out. You grasped at the jar and carried it out with you. Scattering a handful of petals in the water, you tested it before easing your feet into it. 

“Ooh, this is nice.” You waited at the edge for Ransom to climb into the oversized tub and then followed in once he settled back, his legs spread to provide you a seat. “That salt feels really good.” You sank down a bit more, your head cushioned on Ransoms shoulder and your arms lifted on the edge of the tub. You felt him shift behind you, his arms circling you loosely so his hands could rub lightly at your hip. 

“Were the rose petals worth it?” 

You lifted your toes from the water, the petals clinging to your foot before lowering it back down so they floated along the surface once more. “Hell yes, I will require the rest of my baths this weekend to be like this.” 

“Well you can go through that closet, there is more shit in there.” He muttered as he kissed at the hinge of your jawline. 

You wriggled back into him, making him grunt as the way your ass pressed into his cock. “Are they the bath bombs with goodies in them?” You looked over your shoulder at him. Ransom shrugged, unsure of if they were. 

“There are those bath bombs, I don’t have any idea if anything is in them, I haven’t used them. They are in the closet, do you want one now?” 

“Yes! Lets test one out.” You made to get up but large hands pressed you back to sit while he pushed himself up instead, sputtering about getting water all over his floor. He came back seconds later with a basket and while getting back in behind you, you were sorting through them till you found a soft fresh scented one to dunk in. 

You leaned back into him while letting the ball drop into the hot water to let it fizz up, Ransom hugging around you while watching over your shoulder if you were indeed gonna get something from the good smelling bath bomb. It wasnt long till indeed a little ball bobbled up and Ransom was quick to grab it before you could. “Well I will be damned, didn’t know these were like the most expensive gum ball machines to exist.” He popped open the top and pulled out a stunning looking emerald cut in a heart shape with small studs circling around it. “Hold your hand out so I can put it on.” 

You did just as he asked and when he slipped it on your middle finger, you held your hand up to the dimming ray of sunshine streaming in, making it sparkle. “I love it.” 

“It suits you Kitten.”

[holylulusworld]

Deadly Kitten (12)

Summary: You’re a deadly kitten. 

Pairing: Mafia!Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader, Mafia!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader, Mafia!Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Characters: Lee Bodecker, Lance Tucker, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen

Warnings: angst, language, polyamory, soft mobsters, fluff, violence, characters death, blood, stabbing

Badass kitten & her tamers

<< Part 11

Eighteen hours earlier…

“You want us to do what?” Ari crosses his arms over his chest. He shakes his head and dares anyone to agree on your plan. “No! We won’t use you as bait!”

“I talked to Jensen about this,” you point out. “He will be the guardian angel on my shoulder and watch my every step. Jake won’t leave me out of sight. Lee and Lance will be my shadow. This is the only way to get hold of Hansen.”

“No-!” Andy stands next to Ari. He mirrors Ari, adamant about keeping you safe. “We will find another way, kitten.”

“You’ll not leave the house,” Ransom grabs your face. He rests his forehead against yours, mumbling your name. “We will get them all.”

“We will if we follow my plan.”

“Just listen to her for once. Y/N came up with a great plan,” Jake grunts. “Can you for once act like she’s not some pretty face but a smart woman too? We’ve got a plan, and it’s a good one. We will get them all at once.”

“I won’t let her play bait for Hansen!” Ari raises his voice. “Never.”

“You need to meet up with Rachel. I want you to tell her that you got into a fight with me and that our relationship is falling apart,” you pat Ari’s chest. “I need them to believe that all of you will turn their back on me.”

“Darling, that’s insane,” Andy tries to be the voice of reason once again. “Let us handle this.”

“No! That’s exactly what I don’t want!” You throw your hands up. “Secrets, all those secrets. You kept me in the dark and that’s how Lloyd got close enough to hurt me. I’m part of all of your lives and keeping locked away in a gilded cage won’t save me. I got to be strong and handle things on my own.”

“Y/N will lure Hansen out. If she checks in at one of the hotels in town, using one of the credit cards he undoubtedly keeps tabs on, he’ll fall for our trap,” Lance explains your plan. “We will strike hard and fast.”

“She’s not wrong,” Lee shrugs. He leans against the wall, stuffing one of the taffy you got for him into his mouth. “Boss, we’ve got this. Lance and I are a good team. We will not leave her out of sight. And Jensen will…uh…do his thing.”

“She will be wearing different trackers and I’ll be following her signal all the time,” Jake explains. “Nothing will happen to Y/N.”

“This…no!” Andy throws his hands up. “Are you fucking insane? This will never work. I won’t let Hansen get close to Y/N. Ari, Ransom, we will think of a better plan…”

Your men storm out of the room, slamming the door shut.

“I guess we are on our own then,” Lee points out. “Do you still want to go through with the plan?”

“Yes.”

“Good, we are all in. Hansen must be taken care of.” Lance looks at Jensen. “What about you, nerd?“

Giving Lance the stinky eyes Jensen says, “I was all in the whole time. Now, let’s bring to show on the road.”

“Ah, look at what the cat dragged into my house,” You’d like to roll your eyes at Lloyd’s antics. You press your lips together and try to ignore that your plan went down the drain.

You didn’t expect Lloyd’s men to overwhelm Lee, Lance, and the others keeping an eye on you. “What? Cat got your tongue, sunshine?”

“I just prefer talking to gentlemen, not the likes of you,” Trying to sound confident you hold Lloyd’s gaze. His mustache looks funny to you, but his eyes. Those ice-cold blue orbs tell you that he’s no one to mess with. “Why am I here again?”

“I wanted to know what the fuss is about,” you gasp when he roughly cups the back of your neck. He holds you in a tight grip while his eyes seem to scan every inch of your face. “Hmm…pretty face, but not so special. Maybe it’s what's between your legs that they like so much.”

You grit your teeth. No man ever dared to talk to you like this. And you won’t let Lloyd Hansen do so. 

“I wonder what women see in you,” you look him straight in the eye. Showing strength while facing a stronger opponent is essential. That’s what Ari taught you years ago. “It can’t be the mustache. Right?” 

You hum and place your right hand on his shoulder. “Oh, this is getting interesting,” Lloyd smirks. He believes you will be putty in his hands soon enough. “Abandonment is a hard fate.”

“Maybe it’s what’s between your legs.”

Lloyd proudly puffs his chest. He makes the mistake of dropping his hand from your neck. Lloyd wants to say something, wants to tell you about his dick when the worst pain he ever felt ripples through his crotch.

“What?” He screams as you slide the knife back out only to ram it back into his crotch. Once, twice, and three more times. “You bitch!”

He punches your face to get you off him. Lloyd is bleeding heavily. He stumbles back, hand pressed into his crotch. 

“I bet you didn’t expect me to stab your dick,” you chuckle darkly. “Lee gave me the knife. He helped me hide it in my sleeve.”

“You had an ace up your sleeve, huh?” He laughs, while slowly bleeding out. Lloyd doesn’t fight it. “I never thought a pretty girl would be the death of me…or I hoped one would. I just dreamed of dying while letting a busty bimbo ride my dick…”

His legs give in. He ungracefully drops to the ground. It almost looks like he’s amused as you stand over him, the knife still in your hands.

“They are coming for me…I know they will…”

Now, an abandoned warehouse, …

“Kitten!”

“Darling!”

“Y/N!”

Your men storm into the abandoned house, looking like they fought their way through an endless stream of enemies to get to you. And you guess they did. None of them would leave you to their enemy.

Ransom limps a little. Andy’s face is bloody, and he shelters his left arm. Ari looks like a wild animal. His shirt got ripped open and there is blood all over his jeans and shoes.

“Baby!”

Ari storms toward you. He gasps and drops his gun to cup your face. Ari tilts your head, sniffling as your clothes are soaked with blood. Your left cheek is swollen, and your lip is split. “Baby, we are so sorry.”

“You should see the other guy,” you grin up at Ari. “I gave it to him good. He never stood a chance against a badass kitten.” Ari wraps you in a bear hug. He holds you tightly as Ransom and Andy look at the other guy on the ground.

“She didn’t lie, Ari. Damn,” Ransom whistles. „Kitten got him good!”

“I told you so,” you hide your face in Ari’s chest, sighing deeply. Your heart is still racing, and your legs feel like jelly. While in Lloyd’s hands, you tried to be strong, and not show that you are scared. “I’m a deadly enemy.”

“We should never mess with our girl,” Andy runs his right hand over your head. His hand trembles, and he needs to take a few deep breaths to calm his nerves.

“Kitten, you outdid yourself. I’m proud of you,” Ransom watches you relax in Ari’s arms. He squares his jaw as his plan fired back. Three of their men got killed, and Lee and Lance barely made it out alive. And you got kidnapped and had to endure Lloyd Hansen’s presence.

“We are so sorry. We failed you,” Ari buries his face in your neck, almost crushing you against his chest. “I promised to always protect you and let him get his hands on you for a second time.”

“Did you get Rachel and the others? Did my plan work out?” you ask. “Ari, did it work out?” You press on as he doesn’t answer. 

“He got her,” Ransom answers your question. You slowly pull away from Ari, smiling up at him. You stand on tiptoes to kiss his lips before you turn your attention toward Ransom. “Kitten…”

“Let me look at you,” you tut. Ari snickers as you look Ransom up and down. You check on him before pecking his lips too. “You’ll live. Now, daddy needs my attention. He looks awful.”

“I’m good, darling. You know I had it worse,” Andy tries to not worry you even more. It’s no use. You’re all over him, touching his injured arm with gentle fingers. “Y/N…”

“Your arm looks like it hurts a lot. What happened?”

“He didn’t watch his back, and someone dislocated his shoulder.” Ransom snickers. “He’s getting old. His reflexes are not the best.”

“Hey, don’t make fun of Andy,” you mutter. “How about you tell me if you got that bitch good too!”

Epilogue

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[paperweight91]

Welp @drabblewithfrannybarnes let me know what you think…

Based on this post. A hoe spiral that I am delighted about!

Summary: what happens in the copy room after Ransom pulls you onto his lap at the Christmas Party.

Warnings: Smut! 18+, Linda Drysdale

W/C: 812

Ransom smirked as he pulled you behind him. Still in the ridiculous outfit. But the way you were looking at him, he wasn't ready to take it off quite yet.

“C’mon Kitten, let’s go.” You giggled behind him as he opened the door to the copy room, and pushed you inside.

You could feel his heated gaze taking in every inch of your body. When his eyes returned to your face, his pupils were blown wide. He licked his lips and tore the fake beard off his face, discarding it on the ground.

He stalked towards you like a predator circling its prey. For every step he took forward you took one back, until you finally hit the supply shelf behind you.

He smirked and let his fingers slowly graze up your thigh. Causing you to shiver and whimper quietly. He slowly brought his hand up underneath the skirt of your dress, rubbing the soaked material of your panties against you.

He tsked, “It seems like you should be on the naughty list Kitten. Getting all worked up for Santa.” You squirmed and bit your lip to suppress the moan trying to break free.

Ransom then did something you never thought you’d see. He dropped to his knees in front of you, dragging your ruined panties with him. Once you were free he propped your leg over his shoulder and flipped your skirt up.

Looking up at you through his lashes, he searched your face before finding the confirmation he was looking for. He dove in sucking on your clit, while two of his fingers jammed into your entrance. Your shock was only overpowered by the intense pleasure he gave you. You threw your head back and started to grind down onto his face. You ripped the Santa hat off of his head so you could lock your fingers in his hair pushing him closer.

He pulled back to watch you as his fingers rammed into relentlessly. “Look at you, just perfect.” He murmured, before diving back in to trade licks and suckles to your clit. At the pace he was going you knew it wouldn’t be long before you were going to cum.

“Ransom, please I’m so close.” You moaned and thrashed as he brought you closer and closer to orgasm.

“I know Kitten,” he murmured against your mound. “You can do it, cum for me.”

At his command your body stiffened and you felt the electricity zip through your entire body. Your head feeling light, your limbs like jelly.

Luckily Ransom caught you before you could fall, bringing you to straddle his waist as he sat back on his heels.

“I think I’ve changed my mind, cause good girls follow direction, and you listen so well.” He smirked as he brought you in for a kiss.

As quickly as your orgasm swept through you, you knew you wanted more. You ground yourself down against him.

“Get up.” He motioned towards the copier. You stood and walked towards it, bending at the hips.

“Such a good girl, now let’s see how good you really are.” You heard him pull his pants down, he trailed the head of his cock up and down your leaky folds before pushing just the tip in. He groaned, his forehead resting against the back of your neck. He took a moment before slamming his hips against yours.

You squealed at the intrusion, unable to control your volume. Forgetting that you were at work. Ransom reared up behind you, placing one hand on your hip and the other on the back of your neck. He started slowly fucking you, teasing you both. Soon you were squirming and mewling, begging him to go harder, faster, anything.

He chuckled before saying, “How can I say no when you beg so pretty.” With that he thrust in hard and fast. You soon were chanting a beat of “yes, yes, yes” meeting him thrust for thrust.

His hand slipped from the back of your neck down to your other hip. You could tell he was getting close, with the way his rhythm was faltering. He reached his hand around your hip and flicked your clit twice before you were shouting your release.

He groaned into your neck as his own release followed immediately after. You both stood there panting to catch your breaths when the door burst open. You jumped and turned in Ransom's arms.

“Ransom! Are you serious?! Did you just? Get out and take your little tramp with you.” Linda Drysdale, Ransom’s mother had caught you both. You buried your face in his neck, and Ransom scooped up.

“Wonderful idea Mother. Maybe you can tell the old man so I never have to wear this ridiculous costume again.”

Ransom strutted out of the building, with you in his arms, and many plans to ruin you over the coming days.

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So what do we think?!?!

[anika-ann]

Little Miss Red (R.D.)

Type: blurb, one-shot, drabble (for me it's drabble-length okay)

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader          Word count: 1800

Summary: Ransom’s looking for a good time tonight.

When you walk through the door, he knows he’ll get it. And you? Oh you’ll get it too. He's going to make sure of it.

Warnings: NSFW FILTH, 18+, smut!!! I mean it. Filth, y’all. Fingering, oral sex. Written in Ransom’s voice, so language and greyish lizard brain. Hints of degradation, praise kink and innocence kink.

A/N: this is COMPLETELY on @chase-your-dreams-away who claimed she has no time to write it after just throwing the plot bunny out here with @murdock-and-the-sea supporting her.

A/N: divider by amazing @firefly-graphics; the title of the fic does not refer to dd/lg dynamics nor the actual body proportions of the reader

Ransom knew he was going to have fun with you the moment you walked through the door.

A little unsteady on your feet, but deeply embarrassed expression coating your face when you stumbled and swiftly righted yourself; unsure on your high heels, not drunk out of your mind. Little red dress hugging your ass and not much else lower, the hem riding up higher than midthigh as it had probably been intended, your hands quick to remedy it. Cheap make-up which he could spot a mile away, a courtesy of being the child of small-business-loving mother.

You looked so out of place in the luxurious club and so out of your debt that Ransom knew he wanted to play cat and mouse with you.

Except you were definitely a kitten; there was no arguing it later when you nervously tasted the head of his cock, shy kitten licks turning into a small purr around his head when you tried to wrap your lips around him, clearly doing so for the first time.

He knew that was what you were looking for when you came in. He was good at reading people – that was what made him so good at his game. Your sinfully red lipstick spoke for itself and he predicted that the night was going to end up with that colour smeared all over him, with mascara running down your cheeks. He had you blinking up at him with tender wonder and want with just a few sweet words and lured you in into the private saloon with a promise of a good time and being a gentleman.

When his mouth found yours after two minutes of idle meaningless chitchat, you had smiled contentedly into the kiss. Your breath quickened as soon as his tongue pushed between your lips, a silent squeak into his mouth – but leaning into his touch eagerly, heart like a cute little hummingbird – when his hands started wandering to your breasts, so prettily wrapped in the crimson dress. Yes. You might be of limited experience and playing coy, but you came here for one thing and Ransom was happy to give it as long as he got to take from you much more.

You responded to even the faintest touch. When he ran his fingers through your folds over the absurdly thin excuse for an underwear, you were already soaking and fuck, the needy whine that escaped your swollen lips when he circled your puffy nub… it almost made him cum in his damn pants. He was going to eat you up.

If he wasn’t so determined to see your red mouth around him, he’d take your cunt. She was sucking his fingers right in, greedy for more, and yet it was almost as tight as if you were a virgin and was just as sensitive. He’d know; he had taken plenty. He loved stealing their innocence, ruining them for other men. He breathed in the power he gained when he was the first to claim that territory, all warm, wet and so damn snug; having them cry his name as their pain, that delicious pain he both caused and took away, blended into pleasure and pleas for more. Breathy. Needy. Begging so sweet and filthy, obscenities spilling from those good girl lips that had trembled a bit at the size of his cock and yet took it so well.  

You asked for more too, weak voice coming out in gasps as he stuffed the third finger in, the squelch of your juices filling the space and sending blood straight under his belt. By the time you were trapping his fingers in with how hard he made you cum, he was ready to burst the second you’d take him to your throat. It was a thrilling game of control and self-control; and he’d always win.

You were a fast learner. After paying attention to the head, you took him in and sucked experimentally, eyes fluttering shut when he placed his big hand on your nape, encouraging you to take more. And so you did. Fast learner; eager learner. Ransom loved them eager to please him, especially when they were first timers, face all flushed at the mere suggestion of sucking him off at first. Now? Your nose was on his pubic bone, hair ruffled from how he gripped you close for his tip to brush your throat, your pretty cheap make-up running, lipstick all where he needed it.

As a bonus, you clawed your hands on him all over; over his thighs, over his ass, pushing away and pulling closer, your hips bucking forward in search of friction. And fuck if that didn’t get him going; his Little Miss Red enjoyed the hell out of sucking a cock and choking at it, gagging and grabbing at him as if she didn’t feel him deep enough. Who would have thought.

“That’s it, kitten, that’s it, take my load…” he coaxed you and caressed your hair with his free hand, lost to the vibration around him when you hummed in agreement, purring like a little obedient affection-hungry kitten indeed.

“Oh baby, look at you, a good little girl acting like such a whore for a big cock, hm? Fucking love that virgin mouth. Look at the mess you’re making of yourself for me.”

You had. You struggled to swallow and breathe, saliva pooling and escaping your mouth but damn, you were so excited to do better, holding onto his ass, his inner thighs, trying to brush your weepy core against his shin to earn some of that friction you so obviously craved.

Your fingers stroked over his balls and he spilled down your throat with a satisfied groan, fingers in your hair flexing to keep you there and swallow it all as you coughed and sputters, more black streaks painted your pretty face, throat spasming with a choked sound.

You curiously left him in your mouth as he softened, that little experimental lick almost enough for him to get hard again. He pulled you up and walked back to the couch to tug you into his lap, claiming your mouth with his own, tasting his victory in the salty tang on your tongue. What a sweet picture you made; a fucked out mess, eager for more, innocence ruined. He almost took a photo to make the euphoria last longer.

But you got shy again, all wide-eyed, when he pulled out a wipe from his breast pocket, spitting a bit to clean your face up from the worst smudges.

“Told you I’d be a gentleman, didn’t I, kitten? Can’t have you walk around the club like this, everyone would know what you’ve been up to,” he smirked, cock twitching at your meek thank you and the little spark in your eye that told him that you might like that. You might enjoy other people knowing what was in your mouth and now in your belly, wear your ruined cute face like a badge of honour.

Fuck, he could keep you. If he only cared enough for the shit that came with keeping just one girl at his arm. Keeping anyone, really.

Your legs were a little wobbly after he tested you were wet for him again and you buckled into his touch, but he sent you walking out with your purse all alone, satisfied for the night – or at least half of it. Still sprawled on the couch, he tucked himself in and gathered his breath and composure before he returned to the few bearable members of his fraternity fraction. They hit up a club every once in a while, a little hunting trip for pussy. The one who’d score first during the night out paid for the drinks.

Ransom’s smirk widened as he stepped back into the main room. He had no doubt he was the winner tonight; that feeling was damn worth the few hundred bucks he’d pull out of his Valentino-

The smirk slipped from his face when all his palm was the fabric of his empty pocket, his lips parting with mute shock, anger flaring up in an instant.

“Son of bitch-“

His head snapped up, instinctively searching for you; and finding you by the entrance again. You smiled at him sweetly, one corner of your sinfully red lips higher in a smirk as you waved his wallet at him. He froze mid-step.

Blowing him a cheeky kiss, you dropped your timid demeanour like a paper-thin mask, letting it drift towards the floor as slowly as you sunk to your knees for him.

An act. He had fallen for a cheap fucking act. You were no first timer; you were far from shy, apparently.

With bitter clarity, he recalled your hands clawing at his ass when he had thought he had it all under his control, including you, as you struggled to breathe. Your throat spasmed so sweetly, showing him heaven, while he dragged you to hell.

Or he had believed so. Now, watching you disappear behind the door as if you had been nothing but a fever dream, it was easy to see it was the other way around; or maybe you were both going to hell already.

A fist bumped into his shoulder, laughter of his wannabe friends reaching his ears.

“Well, well, well, looks like someone already scored tonight,” Harold howled, cackling as other guys booed and whistled. “Drinks are on Drysdale tonight, y’all!”

Oh Ransom would be drinking tonight, alright. Son of a bitch. That little, little bitch.

“She stole my wallet,” Ransom muttered, barely audible, still hypnotizing the door as if you were to come back. Yeah right.

“Wait what? Dude! You gotta block your credit card and call the cops before she buys a fucking Ferrari at your expense or something! Come on!”

The outrage in his Bryan’s voice snapped Ransom from his stupor, his head slowly turning to the man who spoke the sound advice.

The image of the check Little Miss Red buying a luxury sports car just as red for his money. It should strike him with terror. It should make his blood boil. It should make him want to grab your cute little neck and choke the life out of you.

But his surprise and exasperation gradually blended into the strangest feeling of pride.

You participated in his game of cat and mouse; you were the kitten. You were the cat.

You won fair and square even as both of you played more than dirty.

He could respect that.

“Nah. I’ll let her have it for a bit. It’s kinda like having a sugar baby…” Ransom mused, shrugging it off. “When she least expects it, I’m gonna find her and make her show how sorry she is. …or maybe make her my sugar thing for real. I mean… those lips looked really pretty around my dick after all.”

Mics masterlist

Yeah, the stealing the wallet bit and Ransom kinda respecting the reader for it was the “innocent remark” @chase and @murdock came with and my brain went hggggnnnn, because yeah, he would.

Thank you for reading. I'm gonna go bath in holy water, excuse me.

(the convo that inspired this filth... we know he would)

[georgiapeach30513]

Ransom would totally get this for you so you can match 🥰 but he'd deny wanting to match and just say he got it to you'd stop stealing his sweaters

But 🥹 Ransom having to touch your back all night long, “I hope you don’t get cold, Kitten.”

“I’m fine, baby. You’re the one that insisted on this. I’d much rather wear your sweater.”

“You can, when I’m finished with you later,” 😉

Ransom is such a horny man. He’s like a teenager. He’s never satiated.

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

Hihi! I was wondering if you do a Jake Jensen x reader since he doesn't get enough love!! Something like, readers pretty hypersexual and all over Jake. He adores reader to the ends of the earth, but is a bit hesitant bc he doesn't think he'd be good enough for them. Jake has no idea how into him reader really is until they get it on!

If not that's totally fine! Have an awesome day!!! >O<

You make nerd sexy... (college!hockeyplayer!Jake Jensen)

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, slut shaming, horny reader, oblivious!Jake Jensen, mentions of seeing Ari's package, violence, mean!Ransom Drysdale, self-doubting, college guys being jerks

"Thanks again for the help, Jakey." You smiled sweetly at him before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Jake smiled back, hoping the blush on his face wasn't visible to you or his hockey teammates as they watched your interaction from the sofas with knowing smirks.

"Uh, no problem, Y/n. You know I'm always here to help." He answered as he opened the frat house door for you.

"Well, I best be going-"

"DON'T FORGET TO INVITE HER!" Bucky shouted over his shoulder.

Your brow furrowed in confusion as you looked at Jake.

His eyes widened momentarily before he sent a glare towards Bucky. He cleared his throat and ran his hand up the back of his neck. "Oh, right, I almost forgot," He chuckled nervously. "We're uh, having a victory party here Saturday night, after the game. You wanna come?" He smiled at you.

Your lips stretched into a grin. "I'd love to, Jakey... Although, arranging a victory party before you've even played is very assumptious of you." You raised your eyebrow at him playfully.

He shook his head with a sigh. "It's their idea." He nodded towards the others as they watched you instead of the slutty music video that was playing on the TV.

You giggled, "Figures."

Steve gasped dramatically. "You don't think we'll win, Doll?"

"I just think it's bad luck to assume, that's all." You smiled and looked at Jake.

He nodded, "That's what I said." He rolled his eyes making you giggle. "Will, uh, you be at the game?" He asked as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Of course she'll be at the game, Jakey... Y/n's, your personal cheerleader, ain't ya', Doll." Bucky winked at you.

You nodded. "Of course I will." You smiled at Jake before looking down at your watch. "Shoot. Gotta go, Jakey... Meeting, Nat and Wanda." You leaned up and gave him one last kiss on the cheek before running out the door waving goodbye to the rest as you did.

Jake closed the door with a sigh before turning around as he ran his hand over the back of his neck.

"Pathetic." Steve muttered stopping Jake in his tracks.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard." Steve shook his head as he sat back in his seat, his attention returning to the TV.

"Leave him alone." Sam said as he stood up from the couch stretching and turned to face Jake. "But he's right."

Jake frowned at him. "About what?"

Bucky rolled his eyes with a huff. "About the sexy little kitten that practically humps your leg any time she's near you."

Jake's brow furrowed, "Who?"

"Y/N!" All the guys shouted.

"You telling me you don't see it?" Ari asked Jake with a bewildered look.

Jake shook his head and shrugged. "See what?"

"How much she's into you." Ari said. "Because she's really into you, dude."

Jake scoffed, "Don't be ridiculous. Y/n's just friendly... She's just my friend." Jake said, thinking about you.

"That you and every other guy wants to fuck." Ari smirked as he rubbed his hand over his crotch.

"I wouldn't mind getting some of that snatch." Lloyd smirked and high fived Bucky.

Jake rolled his eyes, used to the guys constantly talking about how much they'd like to fuck you. If he was being honest, he hated it but you were his friend. What could he do?

"Jake," Sam stood in front of him and put his hand on his shoulder. "That girl wants you and you need to do something about it before someone else beats you to it."

Jake shook his head. "You're being ridiculous." He pushed Sam's hand off him. "Y/n doesn't want to be with me."

"RIGHT!" Steve jumped up from the couch startling Jake. "I'm going to fuck her then."

"What?" Jake's eyes widened as he began panicking. He really didn't want Steve to do that.

"I'll see you fuckers, later." Steve winked at Jake as he walked past him and headed for the door.

"Hold up." Bucky quickly followed. "I want to fuck her too..."

"Me too." Lloyd said as he too followed Steve out of the door.

"And me." Ari grinned as he patted Jake on the shoulder.

Sam chuckled. "Told ya." He gave Jake one more pat before jogging off out the door behind the others that followed Steve.

"Where are you going?" Jake asked him.

Sam held his hands up. "I kinda want to fuck her too, man. Sorry."

Jake silently cursed himself as he closed the door, standing in the quiet frat house. He really didn't like the idea of any of his friends trying to get with you. "Damn it." He huffed and pulled the door open. "WAIT!"

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"Relax, would you, you look cute." Nat smiled at you as the two of you stood at the bar with Wanda.

You looked down at your outfit and smiled.

"I do, don't I?" Your brow furrowed. "So why hasn't, Jake, made a move?"

"Because he's a stupid hockey playing boy." Wanda answered making you and Nat laugh.

"Listen, if Jake's too stupid to do anything, even after all your not so subtle hints, then pick one of the other stupid hockey playing boys to fuck." Nat smiled.

You groaned. "But I don't wanna just fuck, Jake. I like him."

Wanda's brow furrowed as she rubbed your arm. "I know, sweetie, but Jake's stupid. And a girl has needs."

"Needs that any of those hockey players would be happy to fill." Nat wiggled her eyebrows making you and Wanda laugh.

"Who knows, maybe Jake would finally do something if you were to sleep with one of them." Wanda said.

You hummed. "I dunno... Who would you pick?" You asked her.

Wanda thought about it for a second. "Steve's cute I guess... And Sam..."

You nodded and looked at Nat.

She screwed her face up in disgust. "Ew, you know I prefer the cheerleaders." She winked.

You rolled your eyes with a smirk. You looked down at your drink as you thought, "... Ari."

"Ari?" Both Nat and Wanda asked shocked.

You nodded. "Ari."

"He's the complete opposite of, Jake." Wanda said.

"Exactly... And, I have it on good authority he's packing." You smirked to yourself as you played with your glass.

Nat squinted, "How do you know if Ari Levinson is packing in his pants?"

You giggled, "A few weeks ago, I was at the frat house studying with Jake, and went to use the bathroom. As I opened the door, Ari was getting out of the shower... He be packing." You smirked at her as you held your hands up to show just how big Ari was.

Wanda's mouth fell open. "God damn." She smacked the bar. "Why are you so fixed on hooking up with, Jake, then?"

"Because he's sweet and kind." You smiled, "... and as much as Ari is nice and has a big dick, he's a terrible boyfriend. Much rather put his dick in everything than commit to one pussy." You huffed.

Nat nodded and out her arm around your shoulders. "Girl, maybe you need to just let Ari do what he does, to you for a while and forget about Jake."

You nodded. "Maybe..." You sighed, "Excuse me. I need the little girls room." You said before leaving the bar.

Nat and Wanda looked after you with a sigh.

"You really think, Ari's, that big?" Wanda asked looking back at Nat.

Nat shrugged and looked towards the door. She nodded towards it, "Ask him."

You opened the restroom door with a sigh and walked back into the bar to stop when your path was blocked by one of you regrets. "Move, Drysdale."

Ransom shook his head with a chuckle. "C'mon, babygirl, don't be like that." He stepped closer and looked down the top of your dress. "Remember how good I used to make you feel?"

It's true, Ransom Drysdale, knows how to fuck. But you'd already been there and weren't interested in going back any time soon.

"Yes, and I also manage to feel the exact same with my dildo." You smiled at him as his friends laughed before pushing by. "Let go, Ransom!" You pulled your arm, trying to get out of his grip.

"You're being a brat." Ransom hissed.

"Not, intrested." You smacked his shoulder with your fist.

"Everything okay here?"

You gasped, looking over your shoulder at Ari, smiling thankful at him.

"This doesn't concern you, Levinson, back off." Ransom spat at him.

Ari glared at him, puffing his chest out and using his bulking figure to tower easily over Ransom. "It involved me the moment you started hassling this little lady, Drysdale."

Ransom started laughing. "Little lady? Dude, she's a whore."

You gasped and snatched the beer out of Ari's hand, throwing it in Ransom's face before you brought your knee up into his groin. "Fuck you, mommy kink!"

Usually you weren't one to kink shame (you had plenty yourself) but the little bitch deserved it. It was no secret you enjoyed sex (a lot), but you didn't go around sleeping with everyone you ran into. Yes, you were a whore but only for whomever you were with at the time.

Ari slipped his arm around your shoulders with a smirk and guided you away from Ransom and back to where the guys and your friends had moved to. "You owe me, Princess." He teased making you smile.

"Sorry."

He shook his head with a chuckle, "Don't worry... I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me." He winked at you making you blush.

Jake frowned as he watched you laugh with Ari. Why did it have to be him?

For the rest of the night you sat beside Ari, the two of you slowly getting drunk as you chatted and laughed with one another. At some point Ari slipped his arm around your shoulders as you rested your hand in his thigh.

"So, have you told dumbass over there about you sneaking a peak at my dick?" He asked referring to Jake, smirking as you gasped and playfully tapped his chest before giggling.

"I wasn't 'sneaking a peak', Ari." You rolled your eyes at him. "And no, I haven't."

Ari hummed. "Why not? You don't want him to know how much you drooled?" He teased.

Your eyes widened as your mouth fell open. "I did not drool!" Okay, so maybe you did a little.

Ari's head fell back with a laugh. "You so did..." He winked at you as you blushed. "Don't worry, little lady, I'm sure if dumbass over there knew, he would finally make a move."

You looked up at him with a furrowed brow and a pout. "I doubt it. It seems like everyone else can see, except him." You frowned.

Ari hummed. "I don't know how he can't see..." Ari looked down at you and began smirking. "Y'know what might make him see?"

You shook your head as you looked up at him. "What?"

Ari's smirk widened. He reached up with his free hand and pinched your chin with his thumb and index finger. He leaned in close and pressed his lips against yours, slipping his tongue in between your lips as you opened your mouth willingly. You ignored the hoots and hollars from your friends as you let yourself get lost in the kiss.

He pulled back from you with a deep breath, smirking proudly as you chased his lips. "Fancy pretending we're getting outta here and having some fun?"

You bit your lip and glanced over at Jake. He was sat glaring at the two of you.

Ari leaned in and kissed your neck. "It'll really piss him off... Might even bust the door down as I make you cum." He said with a shit eating grin.

You let out a soft laugh and slipped out of the booth, holding your hand out to him. Wanda was right, you did have needs and if Jake wasn't going to make a move then you might as well let Ari do his thing. "How far are you willing to go, Mr Levinson?"

Ari grinned and took your hand. "As far as I'm needed to, to help a friend out." He winked at you. He slipped his arm around your shoulders and the two of you began to leave the bar walking by Jake as you did. "Bye, Jakey." He winked at him.

The moment you left the bar the cold night air hit your warm skin, quickly sobering you up.

"How long you reckon before dumbass comes out here?" Ari asked as you walked down the street.

You shrugged.

Ari looked over his shoulder back into the bar and smirked as he saw Jake walking towards the door. "Trust me?" He asked you.

You laughed. "No."

Ari chuckled and pushed you into the opening of a alley nearby. He crashed his lips against yours as he held your waist. He slowly moved his left hand down your hip and to your thigh, hiking your leg over his hip as he devoured your mouth.

"Can you stop." Jake spoke from behind Ari.

You broke apart and looked towards him, Ari chuckling as he did.

"And why would I do that, Jakey? Someone's gotta look after her snatch." Ari said as he looked back at you. 'Trust me', he mouthed.

Your mouth fell open. "Jerk." You pushed on his shoulder.

Ari laughed again. "What? You know that's all this is, Princess. Your an easy fuck, everyone knows it."

"Hey!" Jake pulled on Ari's shoulder. He pushed him away from you, "Don't speak to her like that, Ari."

Ari laughed again. "C'mon, man. You didn't want her so she's far game."

"You know that's not true." Jake glared at him.

Ari scoffed. "Let a real man fuck her if you're too chicken shit."

You let out a startled gasp as Jake's fist collided with Ari's face. "JAKE!" You called out.

"Touch her again and I'll fucking kill you!" Jake turned to face you and grabbed your hand pulling you out of the alley before you could check if Ari was okay.

Jake was silent as he marched you all the way back to the frat house. "Upstairs. Now." He ordered you as he headed into the kitchen. You opened your mouth to argue as he opened the freezer and grabbed some ice. "NOW!"

You quickly ran upstairs to his room and sat on his bed, unsure what to do. You'd never seen Jake like that. He was usually so calm and collected. Even on the ice he never lost it, that's why he was such a good goalie. He focused and ready to strike at all times.

Jake walked into his bedroom, softly closing the door behind him, barely able to look you in the eye as he sat down at his desk. Silence settled between you as he held ice to his hand.

"Are you hur-"

"We're you really going to sleep with him?" Jake cut you off.

You rolled your eyes. "Of course not."

"So why leave with him?"

You huffed. "Why not? No one else was going take me home." You folded your arms across your chest. "Why do you care?"

Jake shook his head as he kept his focus on his hand.

You drew in a deep breath and stood up. "I'm tired, Jake."

Jake nodded, "I can get you an Uber or-"

"Not like that, Jake!" You huffed. "I meant with you. For months I've tried to let you know how I feel but you just brush it off. I don't know if you're too shy or just don't see or, you don't care, but I like you Jake. I really like you. But I'm tired of waiting for you to do something." You stared at Jake, waiting in silence for him to do something.

He just stared at his hand not speaking a word to you.

You closed your eyes to stop yourself crying, already feeling humiliated enough. "Fine then." You turned around to grab your bag from his bed. "I'll see you around."

"I love you."

Your mouth hung open slightly as you turned to face Jake with your eyes wide. "What?"

He groaned and dropped his head onto his desk. Shit. "I mean... I," He sat h nched over fir a few seconds as he tried to collect his nerves before he sat up and turned to look at you. "I like you too... A lot... But, I'm no good for you. I can't be with you. You're way too beautiful and smart and sexy... For a guy like me, who's a nerd and a dumb hockey player... I'm just not good enough for you, Y/n... I mean, you were going to sleep with Ari, and you were dating that Drysdale kids. I'm nothing like them."

Your brow furrowed, "Oh, Jakey," You sighed softly and walked over to him. You carefully sat in his lap taking Jake by surprise. You wrapped your arm around his neck as you smiled at him. "I know you're nothing like, Ari or Ransom, and that's why I like you. You're smart and funny, and you don't see me as a hole to fill... You've never judged me for, having a healthy appetite for sex."

Jake blushed making you smile.

"Jake," You cupped his cheek and turned his face towards you. "You're not a dumb hockey player. You're nothing like the other guys. And you're not a nerd," Jake gave you a pointed look making you giggle. "Okay, so you are a nerd, but you make it sexy." You smiled sweetly at him, making him blush even more. "And I wasn't going to sleep with, Ari. He was just... helping us out." You smiled at him. "You owe him an apology by the way."

Jake nodded. "I know." He looked down as he placed his hand on your knee.

"Jake," You whispered and lifted his gaze to meet yours. "I really like you."

Jake began grinning at you. "M'sorry I've been so dumb."

You laughed at him. "Just kiss me, Jake."

He nodded. His eyes fell your lips as he licked his lips before he closed the gap between you and pressed his soft lips against yours. His large hands gently kneaded your thigh making you moan against his mouth.

A startled shriek left you as the rest of the team barged into Jake's room, blowing party whistles. Sam pulled you off Jake's knee as some of the guys jumped up onto his bed whilst blowing their whistles. The others grabbed Jake and hauled him up off his chair. Steve, Bucky, Lloyd and Ari each grabbed a limb and began to throw him in the air like they do to each other after a victory.

"PUT ME DOWN!" Jake called out mid air looking a little green.

"This is what you get for punching me, you dick." Ari laughed.

You rolled your eyes and folded your arms across your chest. "Can you boys hurry up. I kinda wanted to suck his dick."

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