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[navybrat817]

Let You Down

Pairing: Soft!Dark Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Summary: Ari wants to be closer to you on a peaceful morning.

Word Count: 500

Warnings: Implied DUBCON, implied smut, implied anal, possessive behavior, soulmates, telepathic link, soft!dark Ari Levinson (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: For @thebasementspouses ! The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge #6! Character: Ari Levinson. Length: 250-500 words. Prompt: "I'm gonna be your first and last." ❤️ Set in my soulmate!Ari world with Wear Me Down and Down Again. Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The light from the gentle dawn beckoned you to wake up, your eyes squinting against the shades of yellow and orange that filled the room. The hues were like a flower in bloom, emphasizing that each day was a new beginning. You took a deep breath as you shed the sleep from your mind and let the morning joy wash over you. 

For a moment, you were at peace. 

But peace cannot be kept by force.

A shiver rolled down your spine when Ari’s lips brushed your shoulder, his body eclipsing yours and reminding you that you weren't alone as his beard tickled your skin. Waking up beside him was like moving from one dream to another since he made sure to occupy your mind. As your brain fog gave way to clarity, it was impossible to ignore the way he pressed himself against your ass. 

Hard, throbbing, and ready for you. 

“Morning,” he said in a relaxed tone, his hand on your waist dipping low.

If a touch could burn, he would've scorched you from head to toe and allowed you to heal before he did it all over again. 

“Morning,” you whispered, placing your hand over his to stop him before he reached between your legs. “I just woke up.”

His chest was no longer against your back as he pulled his hand away and you didn't want to admit that you missed the warmth of him. As if he sensed your thoughts, which he likely did, he brought his hand to your backside instead. “Ari,” you whispered, your eyes snapping open when a thick finger slid possessively between your cheeks.

He chuckled in your mind, a low and throaty noise as you shut your eyes. “You know, there are many benefits to starting off the day with sex,” he spoke, waves crashing in your mind like a stormy sea as his voice intimately brushed the deepest parts of you. “It can boost your immune system. Combat stress before you start your day.”

No.

“It can bring us closer together, which is what we both need,” he continued as if you didn't speak his name. As if you didn't have a say in the matter. “And, truthfully, I've been dying to feel this hole around my cock.”

You didn't dare look over your shoulder, your heart hammering in your chest as you tried to think of something else. Anything else. “I haven't…” you trailed off with a defeated sigh because you didn't have to finish your statement. 

He already knew that no one else had ever been in your ass. It surprised you that he took that long to act on it. At least he wouldn't hurt you when he took you. 

He was a kind soulmate in that regard. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he whispered as he pressed another kiss to your shoulder. It did nothing to relieve the tension in your muscles. “I’m gonna be your first and last.”

And with that, your peace became Ari’s victory.

Oh, Ari. I'm yours. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[sgt-seabass]

𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞

pairing — dark!ransom drysdale x reader w/c — 250 listening to — ♫hate you, ladies code warnings — cockwarming, general dark elements a/n — not beta-ed. we die like men. part of The Basement Spouses second writing challenge.

You’d never wanted this life. It was a reality that even your worst nightmares couldn’t conjure.

After your inherited bookstore, which Ransom had invested in, had gone under, your body became the prize Ransom desired for his payment, and you had no choice but to agree.

Officially, you worked in Ransom’s publishing company. Unofficially, you spent most of the day warming his cock while he worked. And at night, you warmed his bed. For someone who seemed to hate you, Ransom always kept you at his side.

The day was the same as any other. While responding to his emails, you sat in Ransom’s lap, his cock nestled deep in your cunt, pulsing each time you shifted your hips.

“You’re in the way,” Ransom said flatly.

If looks could kill, Ransom would be dead with how you turned to glance at him. There was a spark in the way eyes met, a contest of wills. “Go fuck yourself.” 

He merely chuckled as he always did at your jabs, pushing your back so you were forced down to rest on the mahogany desk. Ransom picked up his laptop, resting it on the new flatness of your shoulders, using you like furniture. “Go on. Tell me you hate me and see what that does to me.”

You couldn’t say no to an offer like that. “I hate you.”

Ransom’s cock swelled, his hips canting up and driving dick deeper. “Keep going. Maybe you’ll be lucky and I’ll fill you with my seed.”

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[shadeysprings]

No Good in Goodbyes

—Ransom Drysdale x Mature!F!Reader

Summary — Ransom makes it known why breaking up with him is wrong.

Warnings — noncon, car sex, age gap (reader is older than Ransom), Ransom is Mean. There may be more that I forgot so I ask that you read with caution.

A/N — Another TBS writing challenge, with Ransom as our man. I do ask you to be gentle as this is the first time I've written him. This is also a wip I have so this is a sneak peek for y'all.

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and your reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope y'all enjoy! ❤️

Grabbing onto the leather seat, you bite down on your tongue to stifle your cries as Ransom roughly fucks you from behind. You thought the timing would be right to tell him of what your daughter said, that dating someone her age would only sully further the family name.

But to even think Ransom would be understanding of your situation, that he would respect your decision was something you never should have expected. Especially now as he takes you shamelessly in his car, parked just outside your daughter’s apartment, rethinking the affection he’s shown for you. 

“What makes you think you can leave me just like that?” He snarls and you gasp as he rams his cock deep into your core. “No one leaves Ransom Drysdale. Especially not some old woman like you.” His words pierce deep into your heart, making you cry but more so from the brutal pace he sets as he thrusts relentlessly into your cunt. 

“Ransom—! Stop!” You beg, but he refuses to listen. Anger rises in you that you try to push back but he simply pushes a hand against your head, burying it against the leather seat of his car. “I hate—” But the words never leave your lips as he grabs you by your neck and yanks you back, making you face him. 

“Go no. Tell me you hate me and see what that does to me.” He threatens before giving you a sinister smile and claiming your lips with a sloppy kiss.

[sweetiebarnes]

Gives You Hell

Summary: Ever since your mom married his dad. Ransom has been focused on one thing, and that's you. Pairing: Step!Brother Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader WC: 249 Warnings: STEP-BROTHER RANSOM (that's a warning), step-sibling kink, dirty talk, brief mention of masturbation, Ransom being a horny little creep, hinting at future smut/sex A/N: This is my entry for the second writing challenge for The Basement Spouses. The challenge was to use the prompt “Go on. Tell me you hate me and see what that does to me" and keep it under 250 words.

He is insufferable.

It was impossible to get along with Ransom. Every day it felt like his mission to get under your skin. How were you supposed to spend the remainder of winter break in the same house? It felt as if every chance he got he’d make some sort of sexual innuendo towards you. 

This had been going on since your mom started dating his dad. The looks turned into comments, and the comments turned into touches. It seemed that Ransom was determined to make his step-sibling fantasies come true, one way or another. 

The sound of your bedroom door opening causes you to look up. Of course, he’d be the one to find you like this — your hand between your legs. Immediately you grab ahold of your blanket as anger floods your veins. “I didn’t say you could come in, asshole.” You snap before tossing your pillow in his direction. “Get the fuck out of my room.” 

His smirk only seems to grow as he steps closer to you. This was exactly the kind of compromising position he hoped to find you in one day. “Oh? Where would you rather I cum? Your face? Or perhaps on your tits.” He taunts with a sick grin on his face. You’re about to scream that you hate him, but it’s as if he could read your mind. “Go on. Tell me you hate me and see what that does to me.” Maybe he would get his way after all. 

[helaenas-queen]

Betrayal

Soft Dark!Lee Bodecker × Wife!Reader

wc — 125

warnings: dark content elements, reader being locked up, implied dub-con, mention of abortion.

a/n — hello everyone! this is my first writing post here in tumblr, I have write before but I left it like 5-6 years ago, so I want to thank @vellicore and @shadeysprings for this amazing idea that allows me to enjoy this hobby one more time.

The challenge was to write a prompt in 100 words (which I fail, but again this is my first time writing again for a long time) with the phrase "Be good for me baby, we wouldn't want to see those tears again."

So, here there is, enjoy!

When she opened her eyes, Lee wasn't there. It was common, he usually left early to the station to give an early patrolling searching for things out of place.

On the other hand, she remained at home doing wifely chores and greeted him with dinner at the end of the day. Today wasn't different.

But it was different, the door of their marital room didn't open and deep down she knew what was happening.

Her screaming was heard, her husband opened the door, showing the proof of her betrayal in his eyes: the abortion order.

He looked at her with a sinister smile, holding her head and cleaning her tears. "Now, be good for me baby. We wouldn't want to see those tears again, right?"

[alternativegirl23]

Title: Folie A' Deux

Pairing- Nick Fowler x Female Reader

Word Count: 500

Warnings- Gun play, Violence, Threats of Offing a character, Gaslighting

Part of The Basement Spouses writing challenge. #TBSWritingChallenge

It had been a year without Nick Fowler. A year settling into your new life in Ireland, after the Witness Protection Program had given you a new identity. You and the organization knew Nick would stop at nothing to find you. Who could blame him? After sending him to prison and you roaming free. You still able to work an office job, after he double crossed you. 

     A bustling city surrounded your one bedroom apartment. If anything happened, that meant more witnesses. You were still paranoid, naturally. Keeping a few pistols in different rooms of the space. You knew Nick was capable of anything. Of course, the one night you had your guard slightly down was the one that changed your life as you knew it.

     You wore a cotton lounge set with a matching robe. A martini in hand with your favorite show in the background. After a while, you decided it was time for bed. Turning off the TV and closing the door to your bedroom, you took off everything except your underwear.  Settling under the covers as you checked to make sure your pistol was in your nightstand.

    It wasn't. You knew you hadn't misplaced it. “Damn, you look good babe”, a baritone voice said from the darkness. Everything was a blur. One minute you were in your bedroom, the next in the living room, trying to fight your way out the whole time.

    You had tried twice to cause him harm, but it didn't help. Nick grabbed your gun from his suit jacket and put it under your chin. You noticed the safety was off. “Looking for this? Test me one more time and I won't hesitate to wring that pretty little neck of yours”, he gritted close to your ear.

     Nick took his arm then put you in a headlock. The gun put back into his jacket now. He pulled out his phone then and texted someone. Suddenly, a group of men burst through the door. All rifles and sights aimed at you.   “Honey, meet my coworkers. Lloyd, Frank, Billy, James, and Steve”, as Nick introduced them one by one. 

    All men of different height and hair color stood in a semicircle, giving words or grunts of greetings. He had to be crazy. How did he pull this off? Nick looked down then, noticing your hand covering his as you tried to breath. “Honey, your not wearing your wedding ring”, he chuckled softly. 

     It was fake. He knew that, didn't he? It was just a part of a previous mission. He turned his head now to Lloyd. "Hey Lloyd, remind me what Folie A' Deux is", he asked.

      "Madness for two", Lloyd replied. Nick turned back to you now. A devilish smirk on his face. "And that's how this is gonna go, sweetheart. You're gonna be my cute little trophy wife- his voice lowered in a threatening tone now- "Or I'll kill you and everyone you love", he finished. What other choice did you have?

[navybrat817]

A Hero's Reward

Pairing: Dark!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky is a hero and every hero deserves a reward.

Word Count: Almost 500

Warnings: Implied NONCON/DUBCON, kidnapping, dark Avengers, possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge Week 5! Character: Bucky Barnes. Length: 200-500 words. Prompt: "Wherever you go and whatever you do, all you will feel is me." ❤️ @krirebr , thank you for chatting me about this and everyone should check out What You Can Do For Your Country. Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Heroes were meant to make the world a better place. They exemplified courage, resilience, and determination while serving as living embodiments of values and ideals that many admired. They offered protection and safety. And you were lucky enough to live in a time with The Avengers, the self-proclaimed world's mightiest heroes who saved the Earth time and time again.

But no one liked to talk about the burden placed on their shoulders. Or that they had their own needs outside of the fight. So what did the heroes take for their reward? Whatever they wanted.

Bucky Barnes, also known as The Winter Soldier, only wanted one thing.

You.

“Look at me,” he ordered above a whisper.

You brushed a tear away as you lifted your gaze and moved back to the corner of your bed to cower. The cell Tony made was comfortable enough, but the massive size and aura of Bucky made it seem small and dark. It would never be your home. They took you from it the moment the Soldier decided he wanted you as his personal doll. You were told it was an honor and a privilege.

The same thing they told the occupants in the other cells, each one a reward chosen by the various team members.

“Bucky,” you said, your voice hoarse from your earlier screams. You managed to break free from your cell earlier that day, but the relief was temporary since you were quickly caught and dragged back. “I just want to go home, Sir. Please.”

Bucky observed you as he walked toward the bed, his icy blue eyes not leaving your trembling form for a second. “This place is only temporary. Steve and I will move you and his girl into our new home once it's ready,” he told you, brushing his metal hand along your cheek as you tried not to flinch. “Do you remember what I told you your first night here?”

“Yes,” you answered, trying to block out the memory.

You fought him. Well, you tried to. He quickly proved why he was a hero in the physical sense when he overpowered you. He then proved why he was your villain when he split you open with his cock.

“Yet you still tried to run,” he said, his voice laced with hurt and anger. “Wherever you go and whatever you do, all you will feel is me.”

A shiver of fear and anticipation ran down your spine as he straightened up and unbuckled his belt. You knew what was coming, but it didn't make it any easier. The worst part deep down was how much you liked him owning you. That was why you had to get away.

But he would never let you go.

“So let me remind you how good it feels when I'm inside you,” he said, tugging the sheet away when you tried to cover yourself. “And let's see you try and run from me by the time I'm done with you.”

He can keep me. That's fine! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

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[sgt-seabass]

𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍

pairing — vampire!Lee Bodecker x reader w/c — 100 words warnings — vampirism, blood drinking, dark elements a/n — written for The Basement Spouses writing challenge, with the prompt Lee Bodecker + “Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.” this is the first thing i've written in months. thank you to @vellicore for helping me get my muse back and @vonalyn for quelling my anxieties.

The soft flicker of the candle swirled into beautiful hues, the only sound in the room Lee’s soft grunts as he drank your life’s essence. 

For something so macabre, having your blood drained by your captor was surprisingly soothing. 

When he pulled away, mouth covered in your blood, you became cognisant for a moment.

You’d been his thrall for years. Did anyone miss you? You looked at the candle. How many birthdays had you missed?

Lee cupped your face, examining the distress in your eyes, feeding on your emotions like he did your blood. 

A whimper left your lips, and he grinned. “Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

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[shadeysprings]

No Way Out

—Serial Killer!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Summary — With the serial killer targeting boys, you thought you were safe. Until you weren’t.

Warnings — entrapment, use of hunting equipment, serial killer vibes, and just overall hopelessness.

A/N — Written for The Basement Spouses 100-word writing challenge with the prompt “Be good for me, Baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

This may simply be a drabble but your feedback and reblogs will be highly appreciated ❤️ love love love

Chest heaving, you cry as your foot burns from the pain of the bear trap that has caught you.

You thought you were going to make it. But you were wrong, and stupid to believe that help will ever come your way.

Heavy footsteps echo throughout the cabin, and your eyes grow wide in fear, heart pounding against your chest when you see Lee enter with blood stains on his hands and darkness swirling in his blue eyes.

Crouching down, he wipes away your tears and says, “Be good for me, Baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

[sweetiebarnes]

Lights Out

Pairing: Demon!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Summary: Your innocence is exactly what he craves.

Word Count: 100

Warnings: Implied future noncon/dubcon, soul claiming, Demon!Lee (he's a warning)

This is my entry for The Basement Spouses writing challenge. The challenge this week was to write a piece in 100 words or less about Lee Bodecker using the prompt “Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

You were a good girl, which was exactly why you believed something like this wouldn’t happen. Your priest taught you to pray and fear not. But it seemed that your prayers were no match against him.

God loved pure girls, but the devil did too. Your innocence was what he craved most, and he was finally here to claim you.

By morning, you would belong to him.

His black orbs gaze upon your delicate skin as his wings pierce into your mattress – trapping you beneath his weight. 

“Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

[jobean12-blog]

This would be me every night. I’m not a good cook but I can bake…maybe I can get rewarded for a good dessert🤭❤️so lee, loved it!

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐒.𝐋.𝐁

You knew he loved to punish you – almost cruelly – and he set you up to fail with as little care as the Devil himself.

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 — Sheriff Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 — 100

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 — Light dark themes, implied punishment (spanking), slight dacryphilia (if you squint), established relationship, praise

𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 — Let it be known I have never written him before, please be gentle. 😅

𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧 — @thebasementspouses WC1 - Lee Bodecker + “Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.” | Masterlist

It was late – the moon high in the sky as you scrubbed at the dishes of a failed dinner. Again.

Lee’s belt slipped through the loops of his slacks, and it made you wince. Water splashed over your dress when you jumped from the feel of the leather against your bare thigh.

“Ah, ah. Bad girl,” he scolded. “Toughen up ‘n take it like a good girl.”

When the sound of your whimpers and sniffles subsided after the final hit, Lee palmed your ass through your dress. “Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

↠  𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ↞

[navybrat817]

The Silent Treatment

Pairing: Dark!Andy Barber x Female Reader

Summary: You attempt to give Andy the silent treatment during dinner.

Word Count: Almost 500

Warnings: Implied NONCON/DUBCON, implied kidnapping, delusion, Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge Week 4! Character: Andy Barber. Length: 250-500 words. Prompt: "You think I care about you? Cute." ❤️ Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You made no attempt to eat your dinner as you sat at the table with Andy. You also hadn’t spoken a word to him since he got home. He warned you before he left for the day that he’d be home late, but you were still in a mood the moment he walked through the door. You greeted him with a kiss as expected, but you didn’t extend any additional warmth.

What had he done to deserve it?

Andy took a bite of his food with a hum of dissatisfaction. “I thought takeout would’ve been a good idea since I had to work so late, but this is kind of terrible,” he teased, looking to you for a smile that you didn’t give him.

Your silence was the most eloquent reply you could provide.

Clearing his throat, he pushed some of the food around on his plate. “Did you have a good day?”

You replied with a shrug before you stared off at the wall behind him. It was the first time you noticed that the floral painting he had hung up was slightly crooked. It was fitting considering he tried to put on a front of perfection, but something was off.

His sigh brought your attention back to him, watching wordlessly as he ran his fingers along his beard. “Honey, I’m trying, but you have to meet me halfway.”

Lifting your chin in defiance, you watched his blue eyes flash as you slowly shook your head. You weren’t in the mood to be nice today. You were tired.

“So, that’s it? You’re giving me the silent treatment? That isn’t how our relationship is going to work. You-”

“Our ‘relationship’? There is no relationship, Andy,” you finally spoke, bitterly laughing at his stricken expression. “What, you think I want to be here? You think I care about you? Cute.”

You flinched when his fork scraped his plate, his jaw tight as he pushed his chair back. You should’ve stayed quiet. Why had you opened your mouth? “I knew I let you out of the basement too early,” he said more to himself than to you. “That’s my fault.”

“Andy, please,” you whispered as he rounded the table to grip your arm. The plasticware and plate wouldn’t do any damage if you fought. He never left anything sharp around you. “Don’t send me back down there.”

“You haven’t learned yet,” he said, your body trembling when he kissed the top of your head. “But don’t worry. You will.���

You tried to apologize as he dragged you back down to the basement. Just as you had given him the silent treatment, he ignored your pleas as he pushed you into the dingy mattress and took what he wanted. Later he’d remind you that he chose you to be his perfect wife and he’d eventually let you back upstairs to try again.

Until then, he’d keep you in the prison he created until you learned to love him.

You'll learn eventually, right? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[navybrat817]

Most Important Meal

Pairing: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

Summary: Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

Word Count: 100

Warnings: Cockwarming, Dubcon/Noncon elements, implied kidnapping, attempted escape, dark themes, punishment, Lee Bodecker (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge: Use a character and prompt in a story 100 words or less. Today is Lee Bodecker and "Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again." Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

And the Sheriff had a big appetite.

Lee grunted in approval as he shoveled another bite of pancakes into his mouth, obscenely licking the syrup from his lips with a moan. "Might be your best batch yet."

You whined around his cock, your jaw aching as he forced your head down further. Your ass was still sore from your earlier punishment. He didn't like it when you tried to run.

So he put a chain around your ankle.

"Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again."

Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[navybrat817]

Home Video

Pairing: Dark!Nick Fowler x Female Reader

Summary: Nick has the perfect movie to watch with you.

Word Count: 500

Warnings: Implied NONCON/DUBCON, held hostage, possessive and obsessive behavior, light pussy slapping, voyeurism of sorts, Nick Fowler (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge Week 3! Character: Nick Fowler. Length: 250-500 words. Prompt: "Test me one more time and I won’t hesitate to wring that pretty little neck of yours." ❤️ A small follow up to See Through You. Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Nick fluffed your pillow with a smile as he finished setting the bedroom up for movie night. He told you he had a hectic day at work and needed to unwind. You glanced at the makeshift table beside the bed where the snacks and drinks were waiting, but made no move to grab anything. It wasn’t because you weren’t hungry.

It was because Nick decided to bind your hands before he did anything else.

He stretched out beside you, still dressed in his work clothes minus his jacket and shoes. You were completely naked, of course, since he liked you best without clothes. You missed being in your own bed, but you hadn’t been home since that fateful day at the carnival. It was difficult to even look at your own reflection without remembering how he fucked you in front of so many mirrors.

“I think you’re going to love this one,” Nick smiled as he pressed a couple of buttons on the remote, a familiar room showing up on the screen at the foot of the bed.

“Oh, my god,” you whispered as you saw yourself on the television, your body stretched out in your old bed as you touched yourself. You almost didn’t want to believe him when he admitted that he bugged your place. That he knew what you sounded like when you came. But his obsession and passion for you ran deep. “Nick-”

“Told you, sweetheart,” he groaned, palming himself as you tore your gaze away. “You make such pretty noises.”

“Turn it off,” you whispered, shutting your eyes when you heard yourself moan from the speakers. “Please.”

“Why would I do that? Listen to you,” he said, forcing your legs apart so he could slide his hand between them. You whimpered as he mimicked the motions he saw on the screen. His fingers were longer, his touch more possessive than your own. “Music to my fucking ears.”

“Stop touching me,” you demanded, trying to shut your legs.

“No, sweetheart,” he said as he turned the volume up, your cries building in the room.

“Shut it off!” you yelled over the sound. “Stop touching me!”

He took a breath before he removed his hand and licked his fingers in silence. Before you could sigh in relief, he brought it back with a hard smack to your pussy. You shrieked when he did it again. “Test me one more time and I won’t hesitate to wring that pretty little neck of yours.”

“Sorry,” you said immediately, shivering when brought his hand to your neck and rested it there. He promised he wouldn’t hurt you and you believed him. Was it a lie? “I’m sorry, Nick.”

A second passed before he chuckled, but you didn’t laugh with him. “Oh, sweetheart. I’d never hurt you,” he promised, groaning as he looked at the screen again. “But I will make you come harder than any of your toys ever could. And you’ll sound even prettier when you take my cock.”

He's deranged and I love him. 😈 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[navybrat817]

Temporary Job

Pairing: Soft!Dark Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

Summary: Your job with Ransom is only temporary. Or so you think.

Word Count: 250

Warnings: Implied DUBCON/NONCON, possessive behavior, Ransom Drysdale being an asshole (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge Week 2! Character: Ransom Drysdale. Length: 250 words max. Prompt: "Go on. Tell me you hate me and see what that does to me." ❤️ @stargazingfangirl18, I may need to expand on this and have him truly manhandler her! Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Tears filled your eyes as you read the email. Another job rejection. This one hadn’t given you the chance for an interview. Just like the last one.

You stiffened and quickly tucked your phone away as Ransom walked into his home office. “Excuse me, Hugh. I mean, Mr. Drysdale.”

“Let me guess?” Ransom smirked as he shut and locked the door. “You got rejected? Again? Probably because you were too busy looking at your phone instead of cleaning my house.”

“I'm sorry?”

“Cut the bullshit. I'm not a fucking idiot,” he snapped, his usually handsome face twisted in a scowl. “You think I don’t know that you’ve been looking for other jobs?”

You caved under his sharp gaze and wondered how he found out. “It isn’t personal,” you said, refusing to tell him that you were uncomfortable in his presence. “But this was a temporary job and-”

“After the calls I made, no one will hire you,” he cut you off, eyeing you like you were a piece of meat as tears began to fall. “And you can call me Ransom from now on.”

You screamed when he bent you over the desk a minute later, even though no one was around for miles to hear. You promised you wouldn’t tell if he let you go. You may have even said you hated him when he laughed.

“Go on. Tell me you hate me and see what that does to me. But you aren’t going anywhere, pumpkin. You’re mine now.”

Don't worry. I'm sure he'll be good to you. 😈 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[sweetiebarnes]

Illicit Affairs

Summary: To you, Andy was your everything. But to him? You were nothing more than a distraction. Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader Word Count: 381 Warnings: Hurt no comfort, no happy ending, angst, Andy is an asshole, cheating/affairs, mentions of past smut A/N: This is an entry for The Basement Spouses writing challenge using the prompt “You think I care about you? Cute.” I also would like to thank @shadeysprings for helping me with my muse for married Andy.

Excuse after excuse. It seemed that Andy had become an expert at coming up with them. Nights when he’d tell Laurie he was working late were spent in your apartment. The times he said he had a conference in Vancouver, he was taking you apart in a hotel room. 

You’d never experienced someone like him before. Andy seemed to know exactly how to play you like a violin. He held your heart in his hands and knew how to tear your body and soul apart. 

Because of him, lying had become your second language. You’d learned to make sure not to leave any trace beh

There was once a time when you thought of yourself as a good person. Those days were long gone now. You hated the person you’d become, but you swore you only did it because of love. 

He always swore he’d one day leave his wife. One day it’d only be the two of you against the world. But day after day that moment never seemed to come. It seemed to be your turn to hear his excuses. His lies. 

“After the holidays.” 

“I need to get through this case first.”

“Baby, just give me time.”

How many more excuses could you handle? But then came the day when you gave him your request. He was either going to finally tell Laurie the truth or you two were over. You never expected him to choose the latter. 

“Andy, please.” It felt as if you were pouring every emotion into this. You needed him to see how much you loved him. “I can’t do this anymore. If you care about me like you say you do, you’ll tell her.”

His face remained stoic, with no semblance of emotion behind his piercing gaze. “You think I care about you? Cute.” 

Those seven words were enough to break your heart. It turned out, his wife wasn’t the only one being played. No, it turned out that to Andy Barber, you were nothing more than a distraction. A plaything to get through his days. ind in his car. Long gone were the days when you’d wear your favorite perfume. The possibility of leaving your scent behind on his clothes is too strong. Every move you made, seemed to revolve around Andy Barber.