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STAR TREK: LOWER DECKS 1.03 “Temporal Edict”

[ramp-it-up]

Paring: Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Minx Drysdale)

Word Count: a little over 1K

Summary: Ransom helps your anxiety.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, RPF. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Mentions of anxiety, nervousness, restless sleep. Soft Ransom, sleepy sex, manual sex, nipple play, overstimulation, squirting, oral sex, p-in-v, a lil' dumbification kink, good girl kink, degradation kink, dirty talk, breeding kink.

A/N: This is for #KinktoberMaybe and may or may not be based on some things that may or may not have happened in real life. Part of the Minx Series.

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"You Up?"

You rolled over and looked Ransom in his sky blue eyes. Maybe you’d dreamt him asking you that. It made you remember the days when he would text you begging to come over at 2 am.

After he’d just left you at midnight.

“Mornin’ Ran.”

Ransom leaned up on his elbow and so he could see you better. You’d been sleeping restlessly, making a 180 degree turn with your head ending up at the foot of the bed.

You'd been ball of anxiety lately, working on the final edits of your book and more than a little nervous about your debut novel, despite the encouragement Ransom and Walter gave you. Ransom had even said it was the most brilliant thing he’d read in a while. That was high praise coming from him.

Caring for an active toddler and trying to make sure that you didn’t neglect Ransom were forefront in your mind as well. You were exhausted from what seemed a million things at once and had fallen into bed late the night before.

“You sure you’re awake?”

He did ask you that. You smiled at your husband and nodded.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“Good. C’mere. Wanna make you cum.”

Your giggle caught in your throat as you saw he was serious. You just hummed as you moved into his outstretched arms and grabby hands.

“Ran?”

You had no doubt about his desire for you, but this was new.

Ransom pulled down your panties and lifted your tank top up to your chin. He pulled you close and hooked his leg over yours, opening you up to the cool air of the room.

“Been thinking about this all night when you were tossing and turning. You need something to calm you the fuck down.”

You gasped as Ransom moved his fingers into your mouth.

“Be a good fucking girl and get ‘em wet for me, Minx.”

“Hmmmm? Ummmhmmm.”

You nodded as your eyes rolled back into your head. Your anxiety started slipping away as Ransom whispered sweet nasty words in your ear.

“I’m gonna play with this sweet, sloppy cunt until you cum a couple of times in my arms. I’m gonna hold you down and make you take it while I watch that perfect slutty face of yours as you take what I do to you.”

Ransom was already playing with one nipple with the hand that was around you and grasping you close to him; as he withdrew his fingers from your mouth, a trail of saliva filled the path of his fingers down your neck and to the other as he twisted your nipples in tandem. You moaned at the disparate sensations from wet and dry fingers, wiggling in his grasp.

“Look at you. Going dumb all from me playing with you already. Gonna be my sweet little dumb baby girl? I haven’t even started yet. Go dumb all you want. Just be sure not to run away from what I’m about to do.”

You sighed and sank further into his arms, trusting and anticipating the pleasure that was to come.

“Oh!”

Ransom’s hand was at your pussy now, and the quick force of air before his finger came down to slap it was your only warning.

“Ran!”

You arched, pushing your ass into the mattress and your head into his arm as you moved with pleasure. You could feel his hard cock on your hip and the wet spot on his boxers and you reached for it.

Ransom let you have what you wanted, and he kissed your temple.

“Sweet little dumb Minxy for my cock. Go ahead. Play with it. S’not gonna stop me from doing what I want.”

Ransom smoothed his fingers down your clit, collecting the wetness there and pushing all three fingertips inside you sideways as your thumb swiped across his wet, dripping slit.

“Fuck, Ran…,” you whined as he moved and curled his digits just right to reach that sweet spongy spot inside you. Ransom thought you were the most beautiful thing in the world.

“Right… right there, hunh?”

Ransom chuckled into your ear as you opened your legs wider for him. He bit your earlobe as his thumb strummed your clit. Your legs started shaking and you arched into his mouth which was now at your nipple, sucking hard and causing sparks to go off behind your eyelids.

“Ummmhmmmm.”

You started stroking him faster and licking your lips. Ransom was paying rapt attention to all your expressions.

“What’re you thinking about, Minxy? Giving me that neck while I make you cum? Want me to stuff it down your throat?”

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as the thought made you even wetter and Ransom could feel your pussy tremor.

“Yes, please Ran!”

You nodded frantically.

“Not this time, Minx. You always manage to distract me with that and you run away from your orgasm. This time you’re gonna get what you deserve.”

“Nooo…”

This time you shook your head as Ransom carefully watched your face. He could read you like a book and he pulled you even closer by pulling his arm around your throat. He pulled your legs even further apart as he concentrated on circling your clit as he controlled your air.

You grasped at his arm because you felt what was coming, and it was going to be big. Ransom eased up on your windpipe as you arched into the bed again, your body stiffening as you neared the top of the rollercoaster of pleasure. His mouth drew nearer to your ear as you signaled how close you were.

"Give it to me, Minx."

That gravelly bass was all you needed.

“Uh.. ah. OHHHFFUUUUCCCKKK!”

You became a bucking bronco and Ransom's strong arms and leg held you captive to feeling all of the pleasure. Your mind blanked as Ransom relentlessly thumbed your clit.

You couldn't breathe, but you managed a weak, “S-t-tooo much…”

“You can take it. You’re a strong girl. A real good girl Minx. You made me fall for you. You carried Golden. You can do anything. My good, sweet girl.”

You began to feel another orgasm building as Ransom continued. You felt the pressure building again and had to get away, trying to grab his hand in vain.

Ransom’s muscles rippled as his arm stayed right where it was. He palmed the back of your head and tilted your head.

“Look at that. I want you to see what I’m doing to you. What your body is going to do for me…”

He groaned as he felt your pussy spasm when you watched his fingers moving on you.

“Ransom!”

You squealed as you watched yourself squirt all over him. He must have been magic because you thought you saw his hand as it moved even faster between your legs.

“Ahhh. Yes. Yea ha ha yesss! Give me that shit.”

You were sobbing now as Ransom let you go, climbing down your body to put his mouth on you.

You jumped as he licked and sucked your slopping wet slit and smiled at your bliss. You were alternating between tears and laughter as you saw his delighted face.

You tugged his hair gently as he playfully kissed your sodden, pulsing pussy and smiled up at you.

“There now. Don’t you feel relaxed?”

You laughed at your husband.

“I hate you Ransom.”

Random placed another kiss on your pussy as he climbed back up beside you.

“I love you too, Minx.”

You were boneless, floating in space as you looked at your tousle-haired rake of a spouse. You ascertained that he was fully naked and still hard against your thigh even though you were floaty and your eyes were half closed.

“There’s just one more thing Ran...”

“What’s that Minx?”

Ransom's eyes were dark as you pulled him to you. He couldn’t resist slotting himself between your thighs as he stared at your fucked-out face.He leaned down and gave a taste of his you-flavored lips as he slid his thick hard cock inside you and moaned.

“Fuck me back to sleep Ran. Need more rest.”

Ransom rocked deep inside you, sucking and marking up your neck as his hand slid down your body. You relished his girth and the feel of every bump and ridge of him as he started stroking inside you, making your insides light up like the early morning sky.

“Whatever you need, Minx…but you’ve got to give me one more. Around my cock, like the good little girl you are…”

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GIFs from Lower Decks S01E04, "Moist Vessel" (again, sorry if you hate that word)

[one-piece-aus]

I am a hoe for Katakuri, so if you write for him, could I have Kata rescuing an s/o who'd been captured by another pirate crew? 😁

Oh boy is this long overdue. Ahoy Doe, I finally finished this request! I hope you don't mind me using the scenario for Whumptober, and please enjoy the story ^-^

Whumptober Day 28

Katakuri x Reader

"What do you mean [Y/n]'s gone?"

The guards paled as a heavy aura from Katakuri engulfed them. They haven't even had the chance to inform him about the situation, yet his fury is emitting and leaving the servants terrified under his gaze. His brows narrowed when he received no response, he reached down and picked up one of the servants.

"Who took [Y/n]?" Katakuri inquired, his voice hinting at his intention of seeking vengeance. However, he never let the servant speak and dropped him when he got his answer. "Gather a fleet, I'm going to save [Y/n], and we're going to erase those pirates."

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You kept your glare on the pirates outside your cage, wishing you could burn holes through their skulls. They were snickering amongst themselves over a game of cards, telling themselves what a good idea it was to take you hostage for ransom. They really don't know the forces they were messing with, do they? You weren't able to point out their mistake yet when one of their men open the cabin's door.

"Captain, there's a small ship in the distance," he reported as he held the door wide open.

"Seems like your buyers are here," the captain smirked at you.

"You're fools if you think Big Mom would pay you your demands," you stated. The man laughed in response, only stopping when he looked back at your glaring eyes. 

"That's what you believe," he grinned crouching down in front of your cage. "But we're going to be the ones rolling in gold."

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"Uh captain," the lookout nervously called down to the deck.

"What is it now?" The man questioned with annoyance growling in his tone.

"It's a fleet of ships- a fleet of ships from Big Mom!" The subordinate warned, pointing toward the rear of the ship.

The captain dropped the heavy sack he carried and dashed to the back of the ship. Sure enough, the massive fleet was tailing them, and the small ship had already left. He growled and gripped the rail as his gaze landed on the sweet general leading the army, Katakuri.

Having the enemy in sight, Katakuri turned his head to address the crew. "Don't fire cannons just yet, I want [Y/n] safe in my possession first. Kill the enemies who resist and hold the others hostage, wait for my order to eliminate them," Katakuri instructed, receiving salutes in response. Looking back at the tiny vessel, he gripped his fist. "Just hang in there, [Y/n]. I'll make them pay!'

Ringing his arm behind his head, Katakuri threw the first attack, extending his mochi arm and taking out the enemy's mast. They slowed down while their sails sunk to the bottom of the ocean, letting the fleet surround them and board. The events turned into a massacre rather than a fight as the Charlottes painted the deck in blood, Katakuri dealing out the brutal fatalities to each pirate he faced.

Heading down to the cabins, Katakuri tore anything that stood in his way of getting to you. Heads, doors, planks, they were all scattered in his search. Reaching the end of the hall and tearing open the last door, Katakuri found himself in a room full of chests and cages, and in the corner stood the enemy captain, frozen in place. Katakuri's eyes glowed red and he sent a punch at the man, immobilizing him in mochi.

"Where's [Y/n]?" Katakuri demanded the whereabouts.

The captain gave him a smirk and a glow from Katakuri's eyes made him step back. The Charlotte glanced at the empty cage with a torn piece of your sleeve left behind. With widened eyes, he ran out of the room and onto the deck. Going to the front of the ship, trying to find any traces of the small ship, Katakuri could only see his family's ships on the horizon as the unspoken words of the pirate taunted his mind.

"I already sold her off."

[botnasty]

Part Two: Nirvana

Pairing: Divorce Lawyer!Ari Levinson X Married!Reader, Husband!Ransom X Wife!Reader  

Summary: After years of misery, you finally decide to divorce your husband Ransom Drysdale, but unfortunately for the man is too proud to let you go. That’s when you met Ari Levinson, a divorce lawyer, with him you’ll finally be free of pain... right?

Words: 3.2K

Warning: ANGST, mention of cheating, manipulation, threat, psychological abuse, mention of abuse, divorce, hurt/comfort, FLUFF, beefy!Ari Levinson, size difference, size kink, mention of sex, masturbation (F),

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A part of you had hoped he would never find out, a sliver of hope, but, of course, it was Ransom we were talking about. The man had ears and eyes everywhere. The man could buy anything he wanted. “How do you know?” You said a small voice. 

“Oh, cut the shit. You know damn well how I know. Stay the fuck away from him. If I hear one more time about how you’re gonna divorce, I'm getting out the legal or illegal way. I dont give a flying shit. ”

You gulped. Even over the phone he had so much power over you. To think there was a time you didn’t mind it. You let him spoil you with gifts, trips and love and in exchange you gave him your full attention. Now, he had taken advantage of that and you were now in a spiral that you could never leave. 

Ransom would forever have a part of your life and you had to live with it. 

“And don’t think, I’m fucking playing, so don’t try to cross me, Bunny else…” You didn’t want him to finish that sentence. And dread filled you as he used the nickname that used to be filled with love, but now with distaste “You know what happened the last time you did.”

You knew it very well. It was a few months after you got married. Even before you were married, Ransom kept on telling you how your friends were a bad influence on you, how they were changing you and controlling you, but you didn't believe him one bit. You loved your girlfriend. You had known them for years, so if they really were as toxic as Ransom proclaimed, you would’ve noticed way before. 

Every time he would say something bad about your friend, you would defend and things would either turn into a fight or just the silent treatment, but you loved him, undeniably so, and would always come back to him in the end. Crawling to him, saying how you were sorry about the fight.

After the wedding, that’s when Ransom finally cracked. You had been planning for weeks to go see your girlfriend and spend the day shopping and going to the art museum. You even told Ransom days in advance, but he brushed it off, but when the day finally came, he exploded. 

“You can’t go see them. You know how much I fucking hate them.”

You placed your hand on your hips. “And why not, Hugh?” You would call him that when you were angry at him because you knew how much he didn’t like that name. “I’m not your fucking prisoner. You can’t keep me in this mansion.”

“Don’t fucking try me.” He fumed, stepping closer to you, his warm breath touching your face. He placed one hand around your neck and made you look up to him. “You’re my fucking wife. You’ll do what I fucking say.”

You glared at him, your hands on his heaving chest, trying to push him away. “You can’t do this to me Ransom. I’m not an object”

He squeezed your jaw more, his nails biting in your skin. “I’ll tie you up to fucking bed for a week if you even try to get out of that door. You swore your life to life.” Your mouth opened, a tremor going through your body. You knew his treat was real. He did it once before.

You took a long breath. “You’re fucking sick, Hugh.”

He smiled at you. “Through sickness or health right, bunny?” He pushed you away and presented you with the palm of his hand. “Your phone, wife.” You glared at him and he did it back. “Your. Phone.” He said harsher, his voice hiding revealing all the anger he was feeling. His blue eyes that once held so much love and lightness, were now dark, full of no-good promises.

Your  hand shakily retrieved your phone from the back pocket of your jeans and you gave it to him. “Good girl. Now here is what we are gonna do. You’re gonna go upstairs, remove all your clothes and wait for me on all four on the bed.”

You opened your mouth to retort back, but he placed his hand on your mouth, making it even impossible to move your head. “Do as you’re told.” And he pushed you away,  his eyes darting towards you and the stairs that lead upstairs. As rage coursed inside of your vein, you did as he said, your eyes blinded with tears. 

The next day, you found your phone completely broken.

After that day, everything went down. With Ransom not letting you get out of the house, he wouldn’t even let you go to work, and with no phone to your disposition, you felt like you were gonna go insane. You had been so used to seeing different people everyday, interacting with them, that only seeing the same person all day, everyday for a week was making you feel anormal. 

But what you hadn’t expected was what Ransom would have done during that week. 

Ransom was finally away to deal with some business he couldn’t deal with at home. So you were finally alone. You had planned to go out and finally see your friends, Sam and Marna, but before you could even touch the door knob, a loud knock reasoned in the empty house. 

With a smile, you opened the door and you were about to let out a cry of joy of seeing who it was. It was Marna with an empty expression on her face. 

“Marnie? What’s going on?” You tried to touch her shoulder, to hug her because she was probably feeling down about something, but she slapped your hand away. 

“You fucking bitch.” She gravely said. You took a step back. “How fucking dare you.”

“Wha—“

She scoffed. “Oh, don’t fucking play play innocent now. You know what you did.” You shook your head frantically. Confusion all over you. Your head trying to find what could make her hate you. Was it because you didn’t go shopping with her and Sam? Was it because you didn’t respond to an important text? But those were reasons you could easily explain if she would let you talk. 

“Marnie, I can explain—“ She cut you off once again and that frustrated you.

“Explain what? How you broke my relationship with your lies?” What? “How you said to Jake that I cheated on him, when it is completely false!” She screamed that last part, her hands moving frantically. 

Your hands were shaking. You didn’t do that. Why would she accuse you of doing so? What was going on?

“I couldn’t—“ You tried to explain fast so she wouldn’t cut you off, but she still did. 

“I don’t want to hear it.” She took a step back from you. “I don’t want to speak, hear or see you ever again.” Tears were streaming down both of your faces. She couldn’t leave you. She wouldn’t. She would let you try to explain, right? 

As she took steps back, you took a step closer, your arms frantically calling to her. Your mouth was wide open, but no sound would escape. “I wish to never see you again.” With a final glance over you, she took off in her car and your knee gave up on you. 

You don’t know how long you’ve been crying outside. Your knees were hurting from the stone of the pavement, but you didn’t care, your heart hurts more. 

“Bunny?” A voice called to you. “Bunny, what’s going on?” A pair of arms lifted you up the ground and you cried into their neck. “She left.” Was all you said. “She left.”

“Who left, bunny?”

“She left. I’m alone.”

Ransom tutted in your hair. His nose is nuzzling the top of your head. “You’re not alone, Bunny. You have me.” He picked you up in his arms, your legs automatically wrapping themselves around his waist. “You’ll always have me.”

After that day, it’s when Ransom made you quit your job and make you focus solemnly on him. All of him. And you had doubts that it was him. 

And one day he did confess to it all. When he confessed all you did was cry. Cry for the way your life turned out because of him. 

You didn’t try to make new friends after that day. You had accepted the fact that you would be alone for the rest of your life. 

“I gotta go, but remember: don’t try to cross me or I’ll make your life a living hell.” With that the call disconnected. 

The moment the call ended, your mind was running wild. You can’t go meet Ari, what if he sees? What if he gets out? You can make Ari pay because of you.

Frantically, you scrolled down your contact again and called Ari once again. It rang two times before he picked up. “Miss? Are you at the cafe yet?” He asked you. 

You shook your head, your hands shaking. “He called. I can’t. He called.”

Ari sighed and called your full name.

“I can’t Ari. He’s going to get out. He knows about the divorce. He’s never going to leave me alone.” As you rambled, Ari said your name repeatedly. 

“Sweetheart.” That stopped you and made your heart beat fast. “Listen to me.” You sat down on a chair. “He can’t get out. He’s in a prison where everyone hates him.”

“He can still get out and hurt me, hurt you.” You added. 

“Let him. Let him come, I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise you that. I can handle a prissy rich kid's anger.”

Your breath was short. “I’m scared, Ari.”

“I know you are, sweetheart. Just know you’re not alone. I’m here with you at every step.”

You nodded. “Okay… I’m coming.”

“Good. I’ll see you very soon, sweetheart. Drive very carefully.”

“I will. Thank you.” And the call disconnected. 

The little bell on the top of the door jiggled as you opened the door of the coffee shop. You’ve never been there before and the first thing that popped in your mind when you stepped in was: cozy. 

Everything was made of solid dark wood, a few plants here and there and a bookshelf with a sign ‘Please take one’ in the far back. 

You never would imagine the big giant that is Ari to be here, in this place. When he invited you for dinner, you thought it would have been in a restaurant or a more modern place, but this place, you loved it. 

Your eyes landed on the not so many patrons in the place, some students writing on their laptop, others just reading and right where the bookshelf was the man of the hour. 

You took a deep breath, your eyes going from the wide window of the coffee shop, looking to see if there was someone, a journalist, anyone, and back to Ari’s big carrure. The man back was in front of you, you could see all the tense bulging muscles of his back and shoulder under his shirt and your mind betrayed you with a flash of him grabbing your legs and placing them on his broad shoulder.

What was wrong with you? And why did that man do things to you?

You immediately shook your head and walked up to him. “Mr. Levinson?” You called. He turned towards you and smiled, dimples appearing on the corner of his lips. 

He said your name. "Come sit.” He gestures to the chair in front of him. He got up and you yelped as he helped you sit down. It had been so long since anyone did something like that to you you couldn’t help but blush. A little ‘Thank you’ left your lips as he sat back down.

“So…” He clapped his hands together. “Before we start anything, do you want something? I’m paying.” He pointed behind him to the barista. You shook your head. “No, I’m okay, Mr. Levinson, thank you tho.”

He smiled. “Not even a little muffin, an eclair?” Your ears perked up and Ari must have seen the look of absolute bliss because he laughed,  a deep laugh that made your thighs clench together, and got up. “An eclair it is.”

“I’m gonna repay you.” You pulled up your purse, but he stopped you by grabbing your hand. “Don’t even think about it. I’m the one who invited you for lunch. Let me pay.” You were about to protest, but he placed a finger on your lips. “Please, let me do this for you.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile and nodded. “Okay, Mr. Levinson, but next time I’m paying.”

“Next time…” He hummed. “I like that.” You couldn’t help but bite your lips. He pulled himself straighter. “Now, stay put and I’ll be back very soon.” And he walked away, your eyes bulged out a little when you saw his ass and immediately looked away, biting your lips. Man had such a grabbable ass…

Instead, you looked at what was on the table, a cup of almost finished coffee, papers and… a book? Curious, you picked it up and read the cover. “The Count of Monte Cristo…” You mumbled. You had heard of this book, but never read it before. 

“It’s a great book. You should read it someday” Ari said as he placed the plate in front of you. 

“I didn’t perceive you as someone…” You started.

“As someone who reads?” He finished and you felt embarrassed for judging him. “It’s okay, I get that comment a lot.” He smiled.

“I’m sorry.” He placed his hand on top of yours. “It’s okay. I only started to read not long ago anyway…”

You tilted your head. “What made you start?” Ari’s blue eyes turned darker and you guessed it was something he didn’t want to talk about. “Something.” That was all he said.

He grunted. “What about you? We all have something we love. What’s your thing?” You took a hold of the eclair, and took a big bite when he asked you that question. You covered your mouth trying to answer, but that just made him laugh. And, just like that, his eyes got lighter.

“Painting.” His eyes widen.

“You paint?” He asked, taking his cup of coffee in his hands. It looked so small in his hands and you were wondering how you felt in his hands.

He took a sip of his coffee, his lips around the rim of the cup and your mind flashed to them around your clit, but blinked and it was gone. His eyes not leaving yours as you responded. “No, I tried long ago and I couldn’t paint even to save myself. I just like the history of art, finding the meaning behind them. I also like to know about the artist behind them, what made them want to paint such things, what technique they used.” You bit your bottom lip when you found him still staring at you, a smile on his lips. “I’m sorry. I’m rambling.” Something Ransom never liked you to do. When your mind went to him, you wanted to punch yourself.

For the first time in years, you felt good. You had been happy, but he had to go ruin it, like he always does.

“Hey.” He softly called out to you. “You can ramble as much as you want. It’s nice to hear your voice. To see you not as tense as last week.” You smiled at him and took another bite of the eclair. As you swallow the bite, you couldn’t help but notice Ari playing with his beard as his eyes were looking at your lips and throat, but when he saw you eyeing him, he immediately looked away and groaned.

“Well, my lunch is almost over, we should probably look at those papers, right?” He let out a small laugh and you straightened in the chair.

“Of course, that’s why we came here, right?”

“Right…” He muttered.

That night, you woke up sweating. It was the same dream as all the night before. The same one every night ever since you met Ari. It always started the same and finished the same way, but today was different.

Today it has been more intense, which is why you couldn’t help yourself, but glide a finger in your panties to try to relieve the emptiness you were feeling. Your walls were clenching and pulsing, begging to be filled by anything at this moment.

The moment the pad of your fingers brushed your engorged clit, you moaned and threw your head against your pillow. Your eyes closed, making it easier for you to relive the dream. The dream in which Ari is bending you over the desk in his office. His warm hands caging you in between the furniture and his big body. The man was so much bigger and taller than you and just thinking about it made you wetter than ever, you could feel some oozing out of your lips and down to your ass and bedsheet.

Two of your now fully lubricated fingers drew circles around your clit as you imagined again all the kiss he left on your skin, all the places his hand grabbed, all the places he touched, left a mark. You whimpered. Thinking of him owning you is what made you slide a finger inside of your wet walls, a breathy moan escaping your lips.

You were so wet in this moment, you could almost smell the sex in the air. You so wish he were here right now to take care of you. You almost moaned his name when you slid another finger inside of you and then another one. Your walls clenched as pictures of him taking his big girthy cock out and grinding it against your petals, the tip always touching your clit like the palm of your hand was doing at this moment. 

To feel that man’s cock, must be like touching nirvana. You felt see it, the way you would struggle to take all of him, how you’re gonna have to open up for him, how he’s gonna have to go inch by inch inside of you.

And the bulge that it’s gonna form on your stomach, made you moan loudly just thinking of it, your other hands touching the place, like you could feel it right at this moment. The man could crush you and you would be so turned on by it. You already are.

And his voice, the way he talked, especially in your dream, made you whimper and whisper a little ‘fuck’ under your breath.

You wanted him.

You wanted his beard burning your thighs as he ate you out, his tongue playing with your clit, his lips wrapping around the bundle and sucking. You wanted everything from him. Your mind was going crazy with pleasure as you fucked yourself harder with your fingers.

In.

That’s it fuck yourself on my cock

Out.

You feel so fuckin good, so tight.

In.

Barely able to take my cock.

Out.

My pussy.

In

All mine.

And you came on your fingers. Screaming his name in the night.

Thank you so much for reading :) Feel free to reblog and tell me what you think. Also, I realize I’m kinda having a hard time with dialogue ans smut sometimes and I’m sorry for that, I’m slowly working on that. 

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[soliloquent-stark]

'i think this could be the best thing to happen to all of you.'

chris evans as hugh ransom drysdale in knives out (2019)

[writing-for-marvel]

Your Hand In Mine

Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ransom was never a physically affectionate person, at least, not until he met you.

Prompt: @suck-tember day 1 prompt ‘fingers’

Warnings: strictly 18+ only, NSFW, fingering, semi-public sex. TRIGGER WARNING: mention of Ransom’s parents being neglectful and physically abusive. Mention of drugs and alcohol - not consumed by reader. Ransom is fairly soft in this

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: so I know it’s not focussed on oral fixation as intended for @suck-tember, but the prompt inspired this idea so I ran with it. Banners by @maysdigitalarts, dividers by @silkholland

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Ransom Drysale was always someone who liked to keep to himself.

Not that he didn’t enjoy going out, being the life of the party, managing to spend a regular person's yearly wage in one night, or arguing his opinion with anyone who was willing to take the bait.

But in the sense that he enjoyed his physical space.

He was smart enough to realise it was probably rooted in his parents not showing him physical affection as a child - no hugs goodbye, no forehead kiss goodnight, not even a damn high five for a job well done in school.

The only time his parents ever touched him was if he was being dragged somewhere didn’t want to go, their hands in a vice around his arm as he wailed and cried, like the spoiled brat they incessantly told him he was. His father sometimes resorted to physical punishments to prevent his weeping, regularly enough that Ransom quickly learned not to resist their demands, to simply go along with it if he were to avoid their punishment.

And with his compliance, went their last reason to touch him. Though, Ransom was thankful for that.

As he got older, Ransom’s aversion to physical affection born solely from innocent, non-sexual intentions only grew stronger.

Wherever he went he’d see couples interlocking hands, using any excuse to hold each other, sit in each other’s lap, mindlessly fiddle with the other's fingers, placing chaste kisses to foreheads, shoulders, hands.

Why would people want that? Why would you go out of your way to spend more time in connection with someone than you had to?

Ransom was by no means averse to some physical forms of intimacy - having a woman in his bed for the night who could wet his dick provided far greater pleasure than his own hand could. His body had figured that one out for himself.

But that was all about his own sexual release. It had nothing to do with romantic feelings, affection or comfort. Nor the satisfaction of his partner in those carnal activities. It was purely about himself.

How selfish.

Well, he was a Drysdale after all.

Nobody expected anything more of him.

And then he met you.

Your compassion for others were second to none, and even though Ransom had never done anything in his pampered and overindulgent life to deserve any sympathy, you showed him incomparable kindness nonetheless.

If Ransom wanted something, he got it. Friends and strangers alike never said no to him, not with the wealth and stature his family notably held. That same status was something you didn’t place importance on - you treated everyone the same regardless of their background or what material items they could offer you.

Most were too scared to call Ransom out for his bullshit, so he continued to toy the line to see what he could get away with - it was all a game to him, knowing his family money could buy him out of any real trouble he found himself in.

However, you were different. You told him off when he crossed the line. Held him to a higher standard than he held himself. For some strange reason, which Ransom couldn’t fathom, it seemed that you wanted him to be a better version of himself than the spoiled narcissist his parents had raised.

That intrigued Ransom. Mostly because society viewed him as purely the wealthy enabler who paid for everyone’s night out, but that’s where their attachment ended. He knew he was only tolerated because he funded lavish parties, supplied the alcohol and facilitated his so-called friends' drug habits - if it weren’t for that, he’d just be the dickhead nobody liked.

You had this endearingly inspiring quality about you which always made him feel like he could do anything, including improving himself to be more than just the pampered, pompous rich boy.

And he found that he wanted to. For you.

You would later tell him it was his courage and resolve to better himself that really made you fall for him. And though Ransom rarely felt shy, he was apprehensive to inform you that you were the reason he tried in the first place. Because that would mean admitting not only were you the only person on the face of the earth who actually gave a damn about him, but also the way he felt about you was developing into a deep fondness he was unable to control.

In most contexts Ransom was usually the person in charge, directing what needed to happen and when. Yet, when it came to his relationship with you, you were the one who instigated everything.

His lack of experience in affairs born of the heart rather than pure lust, made him feel like an insecure, inexperienced teenager. Yet you were always patient with him, which only resulted in his ever growing attachment to you deepening.

With a romantic relationship came expectations of chaste physical intimacy, and that perhaps more than anything scared Ransom. He couldn’t understand the reasoning behind wanting to be close to someone in that way, and with the deficiency of experiencing any physical touch his whole life, he was concerned he may never be able to provide that for you.

He felt comfortable enough to express this worry to you, and with the unparalleled empathy you possessed, you promised him to start off nice and slow.

You were both attending a book release for his grandfather when it happened for the first time. In tedious discussions with relatives who Ransom had completely forgotten how he was connected to, you inconspicuously reached over and interlocked your pinky with his.

That’s all it was. Just his smallest finger connected with yours. And yet he found himself never wanting to let go. That one minuscule act, that seemed at least outwardly to not affect you at all, had Ransom’s entire body paralysed.

You must have sensed his rigidity beside you. When you looked up at him, all wide eyed and believing you had done something wrong, moving to pull your hand away from his, he clamped his hold on your pinky even tighter.

Ransom wasn’t quite sure why he felt that if you were to let go his whole life would crumble before him. It seemed a drastic overreaction to a simple caress of fingers. But he felt that way deep in his chest nonetheless.

You must have been able to read his intent from the expression on his face - you were always good at doing that - because instead, you smiled up at him, scrunching your nose in the adorable, involuntary way he adored, and kept your finger joined with his for the rest of the party.

Ransom tried to not let the thought of innocently touching your hand consume him, but he failed miserably. He had previously only ever experienced repulsion at chaste touches, and yet he welcomed your touch so freely, only wanting to experience more of the warm sensation.

It wasn’t until two weeks later, while having Sunday family dinner at his parents house, that you chose to perform a similar action.

His mother was on a tirade about certain members of the family whom she didn’t approve of, something she ended up doing when she had one too many glasses of wine, when your name fell from her lips followed by the words ‘gold digger’.

Ransom’s hands were immediately clenched in fists, and rage boiled so fiercely within him that he wouldn’t be surprised to see steam billowing from his ears. He opened his mouth, ready to return the attack when it happened.

Your soft hand pried his fist open, nestling yourself between his fingers. You barely looked down at where you now connected with him, instead choosing to look deep into his eyes as if to say ‘she’s not worth it’.

He could feel his heart rate immediately start to slow down. The anger which had been ferociously bubbling in his chest now felt like barely a ripple.

All because you touched him.

Not sexually. Not in the sensual, teasing ways your hands would roam his body when you wanted him to fuck you.

No, not like that at all. You were simply holding his hand with no additional motivation. You were gaining nothing from this exchange, the act was solely for Ransom’s benefit. Interlocking your fingers with his and affectionately rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand, as if it were the most normal and natural thing you could do.

And that’s when it all finally clicked in Ransom’s brain.

The reason all those lovey dovey couples that annoyed him everywhere he went couldn’t get enough of holding each other - why they’d use any excuse to be connected with their person.

Comfort. Support. Security.

The people currently in the room with him had provided the opposite of that his entire life - they had only caused him anguish and loneliness. It was all he was used to, and yet with a gesture as simple as holding hands, he knew for a fact he had found that solace with you.

Linda across the table repeated his given name a couple of times in the scorchingly frustrated way only she could manage when directing conversation at the son she regretted having. However, Ransom was too caught up in his body’s reaction to your affectionate touch to give a shit about his mother at that moment.

The table went silent as Ransom finally stood and declared “eat shit, we’re leaving.”

Heads held high, you walked side by side out of the hostile house, Ransom not letting go of your hand until he opened the passenger side door of his car. As soon as he let go, a feverish tingle rushed up his arm which he suspected only your touch could soothe.

“Thank you.” Ransom breathed out. Somehow the air in his small car wasn’t as stuffy as it was inside his parents' giant house. Ransom couldn’t remember the last time he thanked someone, if ever. Yet the words felt right in his mouth when you were the one he was thanking.

“You’re welcome, Ran.” You returned, seemingly knowing exactly what he was thanking you for without him needing to say it aloud.

As if to make him fall even harder for you right then and there, you chose that moment to yet again join your hand with his, and place a kiss to his knuckles. A warm, fuzzy feeling erupted in Ransom’s chest, one he knew for certainty he had never felt before.

It concerned him for a moment that possibly he was having heart palpitations, or an anxiety attack. But perhaps what startled him the most was that this feeling was actually a surge of love and devotion to you.

He had never loved someone before.

But when he looked into your eyes, he was sure. He could see his whole life in front of him. He never thought finding someone who would put up with him for longer than a night would be on the cards for him, and yet here you were, sticking by him even when you knew the dark and ugly parts of him.

It was both exhilarating and terrifying that for the first time in his life, there was someone more important to him than himself. Someone he wanted to truly be better for.

“Let me thank you properly.”

Without thinking, or even really knowing how he managed it in his small car, he shifted you from the passenger seat onto his lap, pulling you into a bruising kiss.

Ransom felt an inherent need to pleasure you with his fingers, the same part of your body which you had used to provide comfort to him earlier. Pushing your skirt up over your thighs, his hand instinctively reached for the damp patch already forming on your panties.

“Please Ran, please. I need you.” God you sounded so desperate, and that only turned him on even more.

Ransom wasn’t about to deny what you wanted when you asked so politely. Pushing your panties aside, he coated the tips of his fingers in your slick before slipping his middle finger into you. He could tell at once it wasn’t enough by the way you wiggled your hips eagerly to increase friction.

“Such a needy girl aren’t you?” He asked before generously adding an extra finger, your grateful groan in appreciation making his dick twitch. “Look at you, my gorgeous little slut creaming on my fingers right outside my parent’s house where they could see us. You like that, don’t you?”

All you could do was nod when Ransom used his thumb to draw small circles over your clit while simultaneously scissoring his fingers inside you, knocking the breath out of your lungs.

Unlike with his previous sexual partners where all Ransom was concerned about was his own orgasm, being knuckle deep inside your pussy was about your pleasure.

Did the sight of you whimpering above him, feeling your soft walls fluttering around his fingers make him painfully hard? Absolutely.

But this wasn’t for him. This was all for you.

He continued to relentlessly thrust his fingers inside you, instinctively curling them to brush over the spongy spot that had your thighs quivering, relishing the moans and whines slipping from your lips right beside his ear.

“I love all those pretty little sounds you make.” Knowing he was responsible for every breathy gasp, every whimper trickling from your lips only fueled him to pump his fingers faster, to hear more of them.

As he pushed you closer and closer to the edge, Ransom could feel your grip on his shoulders tighten and your pussy squeezing his fingers gloriously.

“Shit, right there! Oh God, Ran, I’m gonna cum.” Your head fell to rest your forehead against Ransom’s shoulder, fingers tugging at his hair and though your eyes fluttered shut in pure ecstasy, he couldn’t take his eyes off how beautiful you looked.

“That’s my good girl. Let go baby, I got you.”

Your entire body shuddered as the wave of your orgasm overcame you, crying out an incoherent combination of curse words and his name as your gushing climax coated his hand and the front of his pants. Though, Ransom didn’t relent the pace of his pumping fingers until he was satisfied that you had fully come down the other side of your high.

The dazed smile you shot him once you managed to sit upright in his lap again mesmerised him. In that moment all he wanted to do was give you mind blowing orgasm after orgasm so he could continue to experience the heavenly sight of your writhing body and that bewitching, satisfied smile.

Ransom removed his fingers from you and brought them up to his mouth to taste the slick of your release, which was as sweet as he knew your soul to be. Lord, he could just drown in the taste of you - something he planned on doing once the location allowed for it.

“Let’s go back to your place, and I’ll return the favour.” You mumbled against his lips in a sloppy kiss before manoeuvring yourself back into the passenger's side seat.

The entire drive home Ransom covered your hand with his on the gear stick, his large fingers slotting between yours perfectly.

In his small car beside you, driving ever further away from his old family house, Ransom had never felt more at home. He intrinsically knew that he’d never find a safer place than his hand enclosed in yours.

And because of that, someday, he’d make sure you knew just how much he cherished you by giving you a ring to wear proudly on your finger.

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[whumpookies]

Arka sokaklar 414. Bölüm

[nacrella]

Hey everyone!!! Hope you’re doing well 🫶🏻

I’m not doing really well bc the new season of one of my favorite shows has been canceled. I think it’s my curse… whenever I obsess about a series, a character or a couple, it's taken away from me 🥲 (like Erin from CPD, Muncy and Veluncy from SVU, Whelan from OC and etc.)

Could you please sign this petition and contribute to save CSI: Vegas ?? I have no clue about why CBS canceled such an amazing series. I feel really disappointed 💔

This petition is shared by some actors from the series, so I think there’s a chance to get it back. OC is coming back on Peacock for season 5, isn’t it? Maybe they can do something like that for CSI: Vegas too.

I’ve become obsessed with CSI: Vegas and Ransom (guess that’s the name for the Allie & Josh ship) lately and I don’t wanna lose them.

Hope we can help save it 🫠

(Bonus: I mean, LOOK. AT. THEM.)

[wangmiao]

#a look Jin Seon Kyu as Noh Hyung Soo in RANSOM (2022)

[unhumanrights]

GIFs I made from Lower Decks s01e01

This is how I spent my morning before breakfast. It's becoming a fun little hobby. And yes, I was COMPELLED to make one of Ransom and whats-his-name chest bumping to infinity.

[astheskycries]

Ooh Tickle Tuesday!! I love the idea of someone strapping me down and tickle-torturing me, teasing me for how red in the face I'm getting. Who do you think would be most into that? 🤔

Hey love! I think that completely depends on your idea of torture.

Squirming, begging, giggling, crying mess? Ransom's your man. He takes great pleasure in teasing every sensitive inch, every hidden nook and cranny of your body to make you shriek and laugh, begging him to stop tickling you even though you both know you're dripping for him. He takes a cruel pleasure in making you beg for him to fuck you already, and you know he'll make it worth the wait. If you prefer even darker play, more noncon play (because in this house we consent), Lloyd is another who will be sure to have you a ruined mess before he decides he can't wait any longer to have you.

Now fluffy fun? Pure, puppy-like adoration and love? That's 99% Jake Jensen. I'm not as familiar with his as I am some of the other characters, but our sweet boy loves to play and make you smile, and will do anything and everything to keep you happy. If you're embarrassed about your laugh, or how you look when tickled? He's gonna do it all over again and spend extra time telling you how beautiful you are, that you're his sweet girl, that you're so perfect and he loves you so much- and it's all true and heartfelt. A close second would be Colin Shea or Cole Turner.

[jtargaryen18]

Black Invitation ~ Coming Soon

From a horror challenge I'm really late for. It's got Ransom Drysdale, werewolves, and yeah... Coming soon. 👀

When the door slowly opened, you gazed up at the man who’d been playing the piano. He was gorgeous to be sure. His was a classically handsome face with high cheekbones, a strong line of jaw, and nice lips. His blue eyes were the color of a winter sky, his gaze speculative as it swept over you.

Something about the man had you taking a small step back.

“Mr. Drysdale?” you asked as politely as you could manage.

“You the house sitter?” His voice was deep, sensual.

You nodded, introduced yourself and explained that you were Meg’s friend.

Nodding, he stepped back and motioned you in. Once the door closed behind you, you noticed it. He smelled nice but it wasn’t a scent you’d encountered before. There were notes of sandalwood and spice, but something else intermingled with both. Something unfamiliar and wild.

“You have experience?” he asked in a tone that lacked any interest.

“I do,” you told him, reaching into the pocket of your coat for a list of references you’d printed out.

When you held it out to him, he eyed it and then walked past you into his living room. Panicking, you shoved it back into your pocket, scrambling after him.

Maybe you wouldn’t get the job. Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing if you didn’t.

As it was, he was barely making eye contact with you. It was confusing, had you feeling inadequate. Taking a seat in a plush chair, he eyed you but didn’t offer you a seat. Or any hospitality for that matter. There he sat, a king holding court.

“Alright, here’s the deal,” he said after a moment. “I work out of town quite often. I’ve learned the hard way not to just leave my home unattended.”

You nodded. You understood that.

“I’ll be gone for three days,” he explained. “I need someone to stay here during that time. Why should I trust you?”

It was a blunt approach, and you weren’t the best conversationalist. You certainly had no talent for selling yourself. Still, you were here. You should try.

Swallowing hard, you made yourself meet his gaze.

“I’ve been house sitting for three years,” you explained meekly. “I have a few regular clients with really nice homes, like yours.”

You really wanted to ask why he didn’t have a regular house sitter if he went out of town so often but he made you so nervous.

The man still eyed you, looking bored. He could have been watching paint dry for all the interest he showed.

“They are on my list of references,” you explained, hoping he’d at least consider looking at it. “Their contact information is on there if you wanted to reach out to them.”

“If I hire you,” he said slowly, “no one else is going to be here with you. Is that in any way unclear?”

“No,” you said almost too quickly. “I would never. I also… would respect your privacy. I would limit my presence to the area you designate. And I’d bring my own groceries, supplies.”

Ransom nodded at that, seeming to consider your words.

“I’m very good with all types of pets if you have any,” you threw in.

“No pets,” he replied. “Meg tells me you live outside of Boston?”

You nodded. “I’m just over an hour away from here but I don’t mind the commute.”

Some emotion flashed in his eyes, but it was gone in an instant.

Blowing out a sigh, he said, “Fine. Let me see your references then.”

You sincerely hoped he didn’t notice you were shaking when you reached back into your pocket for the list you’d already offered him once. Timidly, you approached his chair and held out the list to him.

His brow lowered as his gaze focused on the neatly folded paper in your hand. He leaned forward and you expected him to simply take the reference sheet from you. He grabbed your wrist instead, pressing his nose to the tender flesh at your pulse point.

What was he doing?

That blue-eyed gaze was on you now with new interest as he breathed you in. He was in no hurry to release you. But his attention was on anything but that list. His gaze roamed over you slowly, deliberately.

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Patty Hearst bank robbery video (via Make a GIF)

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Aspect ratios with Mel and Rene.