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Listen/purchase: Queendom Vol. 1 by Women On Wax Recordings

Detroit's DJ Minx has relaunched Women On Wax Recordings with Queendom Vol.1. The compilation of dance tracks from LGBTQ+ artists was released in June to recognize Pride month. The six-song track listing has music from Minx, DJ Cent, Shaun J. Wright, Nita Aviance, Sydney Blu and Debbie Graham. House and techno are equally present whether it's DJ Cent's tribute to Detroit's late house king Ken Collier or Minx's racy instrumental "Let It Ride." The music does its job of reintroducing the label's duty to release electronic music rooted in Detroit's rhythms. Minx started Women On Wax as a collective of DJs and artists in 1996 and the label followed in 2001. Last year Seth Troxler's remixes of "A Walk In The Park" were released by Factory 93 Records. In May Minx's The Throne EP came out on Higher Ground. Queendom Vol. 1 is available on all streaming platforms. 

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All These Things and More

Paring: Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Minx)

Part of the Minx Series

Word Count: 2.8 K

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

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

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

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Ransom rolled over into a pile of pink cuteness.

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

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

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

Especially since he thought she looked just like you.

“Hey Goldennnn.”

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

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

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

“Bbbbbbbbbbbbb… DaDaDaDaDa.”

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

“That’s right. Dada!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry Ran.”

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

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

“I told you about that, Minx.”

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

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

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

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

“I swear, If you wake her up….”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry, Ran.”

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

“Come over here, Minx.” 

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

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

A father’s work was never done.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck are you doing?”

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

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

Ransom was boiling mad on the inside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the presents. 

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

But for some inexplicable reason, he missed you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s wrong, Ran?”

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

Panic filled you. You thought he finally had enough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How long will we be gone Ran….?”

“Am I your husband?”

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

You were shook; Ransom was really emotional.

“Of course, but…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ransom walked into his closet and left you reeling. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Ran.”

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

“Speed it up, asshole!”

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

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

You put your hand on his knee.

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

You rubbed his thigh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Daddy.”

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

“Fuck, Minx.”

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

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

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

“Thank you for the fluff, Daddy.”

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

You turned to him with glee, clapping your hands.

“A flight? Where are we going?”

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

“Yay! Thank you Daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Ransom.” 

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

“All these things and more…”

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"So I just put in anything?"

"Yea basically anything you want to try, to do with your prospect partner. If somebody thinks it's interesting, then they pick it. Totally anonymous. If you don't like the person who picked your note then you can just pass" Ryujin explains while she hands you a piece of paper and a pen

"But what if somebody said the same thing as me" you ask

"Hasn't happened before, believe me you're about to hear the weirdest shit tonight"

"So what do I put?"

"I don't know, your dream place to do it" she jokes

"And I don't have to say it's from me right?"

"Yep, totally anonymous"

Do it in an expensive car.

You wrote it down as a joke, no one will know it was you and you didn't really mean it. Pinning the note on the board, taking one last look at it before walking to the refreshments table.

College parties are like Friday night staple. It would be weirder if you stay home instead of going out and potentially die alcohol poisoning. The funny thing is everyone's schedule intersects with one another, meaning if it's exam season you won't hear a single stereo blasting at any of the usual party dorms. But best believe once exams are over, you'll see atleast one or two passed out student at some random doorstep.

"Did you write yours?" Ryujin asks, appearing again beside you

"Yep"

She looks at you with a smirk, not expecting you to actually do it. "Didn't know you had it in you"

"You say it like it's a scary cult initiation" you mumble

"No no no totally not, I mean look at Minjeong and Jaemin. They met through that"

"They did not"

"They did"

"What did she write?"

"Some very cute cliche scene only Na Jaemin can pull off. She kinda did write it with him in mind so in a way it worked out for them" she shrugs, pointing the beer can she was holding towards Minjeong and Jaemin who looked like they were lost in their own world.

"And you? Have you every tried?"

"Yep, landed a few dates with Jung Sungchan last semester"

"That's how that happened? I thought you met at the gym or something"

"Definitely not, said I wanted to make out in the radio booth. He was the university radio DJ at the time" she laughs at your reaction, "How about you, what did you write?"

"Probably will never happen"

"Why? What did you write, tell me" she pulls on your arm dramatically

"Because we're a bunch of college students and I doubt someone here drives an expensive car"

"Why? What do you need the car for?" it takes her a second before she squeals and hit you on the arm a couple of times

"You little minx! You did not!"

"It's a joke, like I said as if someone drives an expensive car around here and if by some miracle they do I don't have to reveal who I am"

As the night went on, you kind of forgot about that whole thing. Ryujin kept on passing shots to you, by the end of the night you're sure you won't make it past the front steps but you tried anyways. It's getting to stuffy for you inside. As expected, you took exactly two steps from the door when you tripped on your feet, landing on the floor with a loud thug.

Too drunk, you just giggled instead of standing up. Not noticing someone was standing behind you.

"Are you just going to sit there?" someone spoke from behind you

"I'm just waiting for the world to stop spinning for a second"

"Sweetheart, if the world stopped spinning for a second we'll all be fucked"

"At least some of us will be" you laughed, looking up behind you to see who it was. "Holy shit, you're hot"

The mystery dude lets out a laugh, "thank you, but can you move aside first then we can talk angel"

"Jeno, quit flirting for a second. We need to drive Minjeong back" someone behind the hot dude, whose name you think is Jeno, said

"What are you doing there anyways, who- wait I know you. Y/N?" at the mention of your name, Minjeong's head popped up from the back. Now you notice was Jaemin speaking,

"You know each other?" Jeno asks, Minjeong immediately stepping forward to help you up and Jaemin following his girlfriend

"Yes, she's my friend. Hey are you okay? Where's Ryujin"

"Sucking faces with Sungchan, I think. I'm not sure" you answer, leaning sideways making you stumble a bit. This time Jeno catches you before you dive down the floor again.

"I can't just leave here here, I need to find Ryujin"

"I think she's busy, didn't you hear what she just said. Hate to ruin somebody's night" Jeno said, looking down at you

"And she's three seconds away from completely passing out. Do you where she lives?" Jeno asks Minjeong "Yea"

"Okay, we can drop her off first then we'll drive you back"

Jeno had other plans for tonight but it looks like it has to wait. It will eat him alive if he leaves a drunk girl alone at a party like this. He knows a lot of the guys in the frat house but of course he can't vouch for the rest of the campus, that's not a risk he's willing to take.

The trio helped you get back to your dorm, Minjeong getting the keys in your pocket and tucking you in bed while the two boys wait in the living room.

"You met someone tonight?" Jaemin asks his bestfriend

"Nope"

"Why not just give the note wall a try? Who know you might find a girl for you there" Jaemin says, for a second his eyes looking where Minjeong disappeared with you

"You're one of the lucky ones, most of those you even try that game ends up with a one night stand or find themselves in an arrangement of some kind" Jeno counters

"And?"

"Not what I'm looking for. Just here to be the chauffer for the night. Don't know why you're grilling me about my lovelife" Jeno answers sarcastically, making Jaemin laugh.

"Sorry, didn't know it was a touchy subject"

"You don't look sorry" Jeno snarks back

"Nope, can't say I can relate"

Another week has passed and you've completely forgotten about the note you wrote. Not until Ryujin came bursting through the study halls doors looking for you. When she spotted you, she made a dash for it.

"Girl I think someone got your note!"

"Huh? What note?"

"At the party!"

You needed a few seconds to understanded what she was saying before it clicked.

"Wait what? how did you know?"

"I saw a very expensive looking car drive by when I was walking out the gym"

You rolled your eyes at her statement, "And it didn't occur to you it might have been a professor or someone's parent?"

"Oh"

"Yeah oh, besides we're not even sure if someone took my note" you tell her

"Someone did" "Say what?"

"Someone did take your note, at the party. I left later than you, and a lot less drunk. I went to read some of the other notes but the one mentioning an expensive car wasn't there" she tells you

A few outcomes already playing in your head but you shrug them off. Remembering you don't have to reveal yourself.

"Also Lee Jeno is looking over here"

"Who?"

"Lee Jeno, Jaemin's bestfriend. Anyways I need to go, I'm running late for my next class. Guess I got excited over nothing. See you later, bye" then she was off again.

Looking behind to check who was looking, there's only one person looking at your direction. He made eye contact with you, tilting his head a bit to the side like he was waiting for something but you just looked forward again returning to your original position.

Jeno chuckles to himself, you probably don't remember him. So he packed his stuff, walking towards your table before taking the vacant seat infront of you.

Surprise written all over your face, because one you've never met this guy and number two he's probably one of the most attractive dude you've ever seen.

"Uh can I help you?" you ask him

"You can start with a thank you" he answers

"Excuse me? Why?"

"Ah so you don't remember. Well sweetheart, I was the one who drove you home last Friday. Not that I expect you to remember" he chuckles

"Minjeong said she took me home"

"Yea, with Jaemin. Using my car. Technically I drove all of you home"

"Oh"

Again he just stared at you, raising a brow at you

"Oh right, thank you" you mumble

"No worries. Just glad to see you alive after that, I bet the hangover wasn't as fun"

"I was begging all the gods to take the headache away or atleast blow my brains off, that would've been an easier way to take me out"

He let out a laugh, you're not so different sober. You're still as funny as he remembers from the only interaction he had with you.

"I didn't say anything embarrassing right?" you asked, eyes suddenly opening a bit wider. You don't fully trust yourself sober, much less when you're drunk.

"No, you were knocked out the whole ride back"

"Oh thank god"

"But you did call me hot, thanks for that again" suddenly you feel all of the blood rush to your cheeks and your hands suddenly got clammy. Did the room suddenly dropped a few degrees colder but also the air feels hotter.

"I didn't, tell me I didn't" you let your head fall on the table while Jeno just smiles down at you, enjoying every second of this.

"I did say we can continue that conversation later, how about we get some lunch or coffee after your last class?" he ask

"You're having too much fun with this conversation" you mumbled, not really giving him an answer

"I enjoy looking at pretty things" he answered without missing a beat, taking note of the way his gaze never left the side of your face.

"You wouldn't be here if Minjeong didn't make you drive me home"

"False. I was the one who found you sitting by the door, I wasn't going to leave a drunk girl alone like that"

"What, you bring them home instead?" you ask, this time looking straight at him

"I'm sensing very judgmental vibes from you right now, all I was asking was if you wanted to grab lunch"

"That was a no, bet you never heard of that before" you mumbled under your breath but he heard you anyways. You gather your stuff, ready to leave and finish this interaction.

"Dinner then?"

"So you're that type of guy who can't take no for an answer, good to know"

He lets out a chuckle, standing up from his seat too. This time he's towering over you, "I was being courteous, I'll take my leave now before you psychoanalyze me. Guess I'll see you around" he smiles then walks away.

Another week passed by, another Friday party to attend. If you're being honest, most of the time you come to these parties against your will. Like tonight, Ryujin wouldn't let you go home after your last class. Insisting you can get ready over at her place before the party. So here you are.

"If you want to spy on Sungchan, you can just say so" you tell her, finding it a bit funny how she keeps on looking around for him

"I'm not looking for him"

"Oh really, cause he just walked in" that made Ryujin look behind her, scowling back at you when she didn't see the aforementioned guy

"Just kidding, he's outside. I just saw him like five minutes ago being dragged by Dery so if I were you, I'd go there before he gets too drunk" she shoots you a smile before walking towards the back door, leaving you alone by yourself.

You followed short after, it was getting a bit crowded inside so you decided to get some fresh air. You're enjoying you're drink by yourself when suddenly someone whispers by your ear

"I know your secret"

That made you whirl around, ready to slam the dude. Only to find Jeno laughing to himself, eyes disappearing as he smile

"Dude what the fuck is wrong with you"

"Sorry, you looked too serious and too alone" holding his hands up before standing beside you. Resting his hip on the fence, facing you instead of facing forward like you were doing

"What are you doing here?" you ask him

"It's a party" he shrugs

"No, I mean here Jeno. What are you doing here" you gesture between the two of you

"Oh, well like I said I saw you alone so I here I am. And didn't you hear what I said?" he tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips. You didn't like how much you find him attractive doing just that.

"What? What did you say?" you ask back

He chuckles before leaning closer, totally crossing your personal bubble to whisper to you again. "I know your secret. Your note"

At the mention of that note, your blood runs cold. You totally forgot about that until this moment.

"What note?" you ask, pretending you didn't know what he was talking about. He smirks at you while getting something from his pocket, when you saw what it was a mixture of horror and shock shows on your face.

"This is your note, right"

"No, I don't know what you're talking about" you deny, suddenly you can't look straight at him

He chuckles, opening the note and reading it a few times over. "You know how I know? we've had a few classes together over the years, sometimes you let Minjeong borrow your notes which she then lets Jaemin borrow then I borrow it too, you have a distinct way of writing A"

"Are you calling my handwriting ugly?"

"So this is yours?"

You scowl at him, snatching the piece of paper from his hand. "I was just kidding when I wrote that"

Do it in an expensive car. Cursing yourself for even writing it. And also cursing the universe for letting Jeno be the one to find it.

"It'll be our little secret" he says, sipping on his drink while looking at you.

You took the risk of looking at him, catching his gaze on your lips by a split second before he's looking straight in your eyes again

"What?" you ask

"Never though you'd be the type that wants to try out exhibitionism"

"Okay first, that was not what I was thinking when I wrote that and two you're stereotyping me now?"

"Oh just like you did with me?" he raises a brow at you "So why did you write it?" he adds

"As a joke, plus what are the chances someone on campus owns an expensive car when half of the people here are neck deep in student loan debt" you explain

Again he chuckles, downing the rest of his drink before setting it down.

"What? You look like you're planning something devious" you tell him, for the second time tonight he comes a little too close to you. Enough to leave goosebumps on your skin just from his proximity.

He slips something in your hands while whispering something in your ear, "Hold on to this for me? I'll go find Jaemin and say bye" he smile then walks away without saying another word.

You look down at your hand to see a key fob, the logo all too familiar to you. Your mouth agape as you look towards where Jeno disappeared to but you can't see him anymore. You leave your drink and made your way outside, surely he'll find you. He did just leave the keys to his VERY expensive car with you.

While waiting for him on the front porch, you walk back and forth looking towards the row of cars parked on the side of the road.

"My car's a bit further down, don't want to scratch her with everyone walking by" someone says from behind you, already recognizing the voice

"Are you sure this is yours? This is not stolen right?" you ask him, meanwhile Jeno just laughs as he walks ahead of you. You follow behind him.

"It's mine, birthday gift before I left for college"

"Oh so from your rich parents then"

"You didn't specify on your note who had to buy the car" he jokes, halting his steps to let you catch up so this time you're walking side by side

"I'm not having sex with you, I don't care how expensive your Benz is" you tell him seriously. Unconsciously hugging your self with your arms across your chest.

Jeno holds his hands up, his mother did raise him to be a gentleman. And contrary to your initial impression of him, he does take no for an answer.

"We don't have to do anything, you can go back to the party if you want to. I'm going now since it's getting a bit boring, I'll go grab something to eat though if you want to come with"

You weigh your options, is it smart to leave with a guy you barely know? most people your age would do the same, hell some leave parties with complete strangers.

"I'm not gonna end up in your trunk right?" you ask him, this made Jeno laugh. Holding his hand against his chest, "Not unless you ask me to, but I prefer the backseat it's more spacious"

"I don't want to know how you're so sure of that, I'm just hoping the seats are clean and I won't contract anything" you mumble, following his lead. He stops beside a sleek black car, holding his hand out for the key. You let it fall back in his palm, he press the unlock button before opening the door for you.

"And they say chivalry is dead" you mumble, earning another chuckle from the guy before he jogs over the driver's side.

"I'm really hoping I won't end up in a ditch somewhere"

"I'm not gonna murder you" he says as he starts the engine, looking over at you to check if you're all buckled up before he start to drive away

"That's exactly what a killer would say"

He just laughs at your statement, pressing something in the dashboard before passing his phone to you "Play some music, please. Your pick"

Just like that the two of you settle, you keep the small talk going. It surprised you just how easy it was to keep a conversation with Jeno going, the two of you talked about anything and everything. When you got to the restaurant he was talking about, he told you to wait while he jogs over to your side. Opening the door for you, not missing how his hand stayed on top of the doorframe just in case you hit your head.

"A breakfast diner? It's 1am?"

"So? It's never too late for pancakes" he smiles at you, letting you walk in first. When the two of you ordered, he insisted he'll pay since he technically did invite you. After a few protest from you, you let him tap his card.

"Now I owe you" you mumble as you slide in the booth, him sitting infront of you. He notices you look at the seat beside you before looking at him, "What?" he asks

"I just.. it's silly but can you seat here?"

He didn't say anything else, standing back up to take the seat beside you.

"Better?" he asks, looking at you. You nod at him, this time you're not glaring or scowling at him. Instead a small smile is on your lips, Jeno thinks he likes it better that way.

"Can I ask why?"

"Huh? why what?"

"You want me to seat here?" he asks

"Oh uhm one time before I was seating alone in a cafe and this dude suddenly sat beside me. It got real weird real quick I had to call for help" you frown, recalling the bad memory.

Jeno sits straight when he heard your story, like suddenly he was on fight mode. "Is he from campus?"

Already thinking if he can track down the guy and have a talk with him, but you shake your head. "Some random dude I thankfully never saw again"

The food arrives as you finish talking, again the two of you made small talk while you ate. The time passing by, the two of you paid no mind to the clock on wall. You were having a great time.

"It's pretty late, I should drive you home" he says, looking at his watch before sliding out of the booth. Again he waits for you, holding the door open for you.

You watch the street lights pass by, the rest of the neighborhood lost in dreamland while you're in your own moment.

Jeno stops infront of your apartment complex, then turning off the engine. This time he didn't move to open the door for, so you look over at him to find him already looking at you.

"What?" you chuckle

"If I ask you out on a date, will you say yes or no?"

"Are you asking now or..."

"Depends, do you kiss after the first date only?" you roll your eyes at his question, unbuckling your seatbelt before leaning over the center console to pull him by the jackets towards you.

"Depends, are you not going to stuff me in your trunk?"

Jeno chuckles, tilting his head sideways. This way his lips are closer to yours, one move and they're touching but he made no move to close the gap. He lets you decide what the next move would be.

Then you do. You close the distance between the two of you, feeling his lips against yours. His lips still taste a bit sweet, like the syrup on the pancakes you just had. This thought made you smile.

Jeno pulls away enough but still close to you, like he's scared to let you go too far from his grasp. "What's funny?" he asks, thumb on your cheek

"Nothing, you taste sweet" you says before diving right back in. This time you feel him pull you even closer until you're climbing over and settling on top of him. Sitting squarely on his lap.

Jeno pulls the seat back to make more room between you and the steering wheel. Your arms locked around his shoulder while his are around your waist. He didn't do anything to take it further, he was contented kissing you like you're his last breath of air.

You don't know how much time has passed, loving every second his lips are on yours. Eventually you had to pull away, Jeno then moves down to kiss your jaw then down the hollow of your neck.

"I should go now" you breath out but didn't really make any effort to move, instead you tilt yout head to the side to give him more room to continue whatever magic he was doing.

"Mhm, sure" Jeno mumbles against your skin, he nips at your neck for a while before he kisses his way back up to your lips. Smiling again against his lips.

"Does this count as doing it in an expensive car?" he jokes when the two of you broke apart. You hit him on the chest playfully, Jeno catches your hand before kissing your knuckles.

"Go on a date with me?" he asks, his expression completely different from how it was just moments ago. You roll your eyes but the smile on your lips told him otherwise.

His arms are still around you, and yours still hugging him. You might not be attached at the lips anymore but the space between your bodies still nonexistent. He could definitely get used to this, he thought.

"Okay fine, next time we'll try the backseat though"

[mrsarnasdelicious]

New Years Resolution - DJ Sihtric

Happy New Years, ya naughties.

"You look fucking fantastic baby." Sihtric growls as you erupt from the bedroom. He's wearing scuffed up converse, his lucky shoes, black ripped jeans and a black shirt under the leather jacket that makes you wet instantly. You close the distance and pull him to you by the mjolnir pendant on the leather string that he never takes off. Sihtric smirks against your lips as he kisses you.

"You ready baby?" He murmurs against your lips. "If you are." You reply. "For you, always." Sihtric smirks. You roll your eyes. "Let's just go." You cooe.

Sihtric texts his driver and grabs your coat.

Swiflty you are brought to the party Sihtric will be playing at. He's one of five DJ's that night, alongside Sigtryggr, Ragnar, Aethelwold and Skade. But your fiance is playing the main booth.

You follow Sihtric up to his booth, feeling the party goers eyes on you as you ascend the stairs. They know you by now. Sihtric's never been quiet about how much he loves you.

Sihtric grabs his mic and flicks it on. "You ready to kick 2023 out of the fucking door!" He hollers. The crowd cheers and yells back up at him. Sihtric grins wickedly. "So, leeeet's kick it." He yells, pressing a few buttons and the music starts building to a base drop. The crowd goes nuts. You think they are a bit too easy to please, but hey, they pay Sihtric well for it, so you are not complaining.

The crowds are dancing and Sihtric bobs his head a little and keeps post-phoning the bass. "You're a jerk." You chuckle. "I know." Sihtric grins at you. "Kiss you when the base drops?" You tease. "Cheeky, I like it." His grin grows into a smirk. He slaps your ass and stuffs his hand in your back pocket. "Damn, I want you." He growls.

"Make that bass drop and maybe I'll see what I can do." You cooe. "Minx." Sihtric pulls you closer, his lips on your neck. "Baaabey." You titter. He flicks a switch and the base drops like a tonne of bricks. You feel it in your bones. "Fuck, now I am wet." You groan. "Good." Sihtric smirks. "Because I am shoving it in at midnight baby." He grins and winks at you. "Now who is a minx?" You retort. He gropes your ass firmly and kisses your neck. You moan sweetly upon his ministration.

"I am so fucking hard for you." He growls, just below your ear. "Two more hours till midnight." You cooe. "Fuck baby, I can't stand that." Sihtric swears. "I could edge you." You tease, backing up, grinding against his crotch. Sihtric groans lustily. "You are a very cruel, woman." He nips at your neck. "But you like that." You titter. "Fuck yeah I do." He agrees.

You keep grinding against him.

Sihtric manages to stay focussed, though he most certainly riciprocates. He grinds his hard cock against your ass.

He slips a hand into your trousers, rubbing you through the cloth of your panties. You moan sweetly and roll your hips into his hand. "Good woman." Sihtric growls. He nips at the lobe of your ear, twists some knobs and the crowd goes wild. He hand goes into your panties. "Fuck, you are soaked." He grunts. "Can you blame me?" You murmur.

He begins to caress you and you grit your teeth in order not to moan. It's so good, he knows just how to get you going. The way he rubs your clit it absolutely heavenly. And then he delves a thick finger into you and you gasp in pleasure. "Good girl." Sihtric growls. You whine and shudder.

He fucks you with one finger, shoving as deep inside you and he can. You moan, bearing down to get some friction on your clit. "So greedy." Sihtric chuckles, pressing his palm against your cunt. You moan lustily and grind against him. He's swiftly working you to orgasm. You just need a little more. "Al-almost there." You whine. "Oh, you wana cum?" Sihtric growls.

"Beg for it." He taunts, before amping up the base. The crowd goes wild, and you are sure no one will hear you, only Sihtric. "Beg." He says firmly. You whine loudly. "Please, please. Oh please, let me cum, sir." You mewl. "You can do better than that." Sihtric seeks out your gspot. You squeal rather loudly.

"Don't you dare cum until I allow you." He growls against your ear. It is almost your undoing.

"Please please please please please." You chant. You are so close to the edge, already. "Yes, that is right." Sihtric grins, slapping you on the ass with a firm flat hand. You squeal and grind more firmly against his hand. "Cum for me, then." Sihtric says firmly. He presses the tip on his finger against your g-spot and you come apart under his touches.

"Good girl." Sihtric praises, slapping your ass again.

"Almost midnight, too." He remarks. "No New Years Kiss for you, baby. No, you are getting my cock." He taunts, kissing along your jaw. You lean back against his shoulder and moan. He is still fucking you with his finger and it makes you needy for more. You need him inside you. But you know he will keep to his word. You knew he will keep you waiting till midnight.

"Wana cum again?" He nips at the shell of your ear. "Oh, yes, please." You whine. "Your wish is my command, my love." He chuckles, his mouth moving to the lobe of your ear and sucking it firmly. He moves his free hand into your panties as well and pinches your clit. "Oh Gods!" You moan loudly. "Exactly." Sihtric growls, shoving another digit inside you.

"I want your cock." You whine. "You'll have to wait a little longer." Sihtric taunts.

In the half hour leading up to the count down, Sihtric makes you cum five more times. You are more than just desperate by the time the crowd starts to count. Sihtric switches on a massive bass build.

10

He pulls down your panties.

9

He opens his belt and fly.

8

He fishes his cock from his boxers.

7

Sihtric lifts you onto the edge of his 'work area'.

6

The head of his cock presses against your folds.

5

You tilt your pelvis for him.

4

"Good girl." Sihtric grunts.

3

He parts your folds with his thumb.

2

Slowly he pushes his cockhead between your folds.

1

He leans his forehead against yours.

He flicks a switch and the bass drops the moment the crowd yells 'Happy New Year'. And at the same time he shoved his whole length home and you cry out his name.

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Hey there! So, I've got three different ideas for your Tony x sister!reader series and maybe, just maybe, you like one of them. :D

1. It's the wedding of Steve and reader. Tony visits his sister in the wardrobe where she's getting ready. Maybe one last try to get her to change her mind although she assured him nothing is going to change between them. She looks absolutely ravishing in her wedding dress and he has her bent over her vanity table before he walks her down the aisle to Steve with his cum running down her legs.👀

2. How it started between them as teens. She's a minx and tries to tease him the whole time until he finally breaks and takes her virginity.

3. Reader has some spare time and calls her brother to initiate phone sex not knowing that he's currently in his suit flying back from a mission. Let's say Tony is creaming some very expensive pants here.

Anyway, creativity (and a dirty mind lol) ran wild here but maybe there‘s something for you here.🫶🏻

Sneak Peek below ⬇️😁😁 oh my god i haven't been this excited to post something in a long time but when you sent this ask i may have squealed just a little bit 😂

This is just for the first part of your request. I will be doing separate parts for 2 & 3 as well 😁

Communication between you and Tony was. . . shakey at the moment. The both of you being stubborn, neither broke to talk to the other. Not since you told him about being pregnant and choosing Steve. He was still angry with you.

If he was going to act like a petulant child, you were not going to be the one to indulge him. You didn't make the effort to reach out. Perhaps putting some distance between you and Tony would be a good thing. And it was. You were able to be happy about your pregnancy. A couple of weeks later and Steve surprised you by asking you to marry him. He wanted you to have his last name before the baby was born.

You did the basic things that new mothers and brides to be did. You were already shopping for all the necessities a baby needs to thrive. Then Natasha helped you decide on a wedding gown and would go to cake tastings with you.

There were people available to take up the gaping spot that Tony left in you.

But nothing felt right.

Not without Tony by your side. You wanted to eat cake with him. Bicker about cheesy djs and seating arrangements. You'd find funny wedding videos and nearly send them to Tony before you remembered.

“That baby inside of you that you think belongs to the perfect Captain America could be MINE!”

It was enough to make you angry with him once again. How could he say something like that to you? You were terrified enough as it was when the same thought dawned on you.

And no matter how much you debated sending Tony and Pepper an invitation, you still went through with mailing the letter that you had crafted yourself.

You didn't think Tony would show up. But there he was.

He always cut a nice figure in a suit. Handsome with his hair perfectly styled and beard trimmed impeccably. His features were tarnished by the dark circles that plague under his eyes. The expanse of his face brightens though when his gaze takes in you in your white wedding dress.

You can feel your heartbeat travel up your throat, inviting him in with a quick gesture of your head.

Door closed, your fingers anxiously spin the engagement ring around your finger. "Hey. I didn't think you'd actually come."

He scoffs, finally removing his attention from you to look around the small room of the church that was your temporary wardrobe room. "Like Pepper would let me miss it." Tony mumbles. "Or any other of our friends. Those we have left. . ."

Many seats out there were empty. Place cards carefully placed in the designated spot where your friends should be. Wanda. Bucky. Sam.

Guilt starts to seep into your hardened resolve. Why ostracize the few people you have left? So many were taken from Thanos. You used to think yourself lucky that your brother was not taken.

"I'm. . . actually happy you're here." Difficult to verbally get out how much you really missed him, instead you look up at him under your lacquered eyelashes. Your makeup wasn't perfect. Wanda would have been able to perfect it with her powers if she were there.

Tony's face doesn't change but he whispers "You're beautiful by the way. In the dress." He points at said gown. "Very beautiful."

Damning yourself when warmth spreads across your cheeks and a smile threatens to curl your lips up. You couldn't help it. Narcissism ran in your blood and you always loved when Tony complimented you. "Thanks. It's supposed to look like mom's. Or, as close as possible. I always wanted to wear her wedding dress when I was little. The pictures I saw of her in it were stunning."

"Too bad they didn't save it." Tony smiles.

"Yeah. Guess it's alright. I stopped thinking I would get married anyway when I was seventeen." You admit.

You're not the only one to suck in a sharp breath. Seventeen. That's when you first dared to kiss Tony. The day you absolutely damned both of you. You can see the same thought worming its way through Tony's mind too.

"Tony-"

When his name slips past your lips, Tony advances toward you a broken man. "Don't do it. Please, don't marry him."

If your hair weren't done in extravagant waves, you would have run your hand through it in agitation like you usually do. You couldn't do this again with him. Especially when you were getting married in the following hour. "Tony-"

He grabs your hand, reeling you in closer to his body. Your heart betrays your mind by how it spasms from his simple touch. Harsh calluses on his fingers from decades of working with tools and machinery press against the softness of your wrist. Tony's eyes are glued to your face before traveling to your dress. His adam's apple visibly bobs. Finally landing on your midsection. Dropping one of your hands, his free one hovers over your abdomen.

"We can run away." Tony quietly suggests. "The three of us."

"I'm not running away, Tony." You insist.

Sharply inhaling, Tony pushes himself away from you. He takes to impatiently passing around the small room. You quietly watch him, wondering what he'd do next. Your hands rub at your stomach, feeling sick again.

[shadowstarion]

thinking about petnames… obviously astarion is very heavy-handed with them for us/tav, but shadowheart?? her name itself is like a field day for him. my dear heart, sweetheart, my sweet shadow, shade of my heart, my shady lady, etc. and the references to her class and shar-related things he could make? my dark flower, my starry sky, my night orchid, my precious priestess, my gorgeous goddess, my divine love, etc. we also know that he loves an actual pet name, so shadowheart would be my kitten, my little minx, my lamb, my nightingale, etc. and of course, my darling, my sweet, my treasure, my jewel, and all those other cute ones. maybe even a few that have to do with her white hair after the transformation, my daisy, my diamond, my angel, etc.

i don’t think shadowheart is big on petnames herself, astarion would get the occasional love or dear out of her but 9 times out of 10 she’s going to stick with his name. he’s had enough people calling him all sorts of sweet/erotic/degrading things to last a lifetime, but to be called just astarion, to have his own name said with such love and affection and tenderness means the world to him. i do think they could both get behind her referring to him as master or sir in the bedroom though, giving him a little bit of that spicy power trip he needs and letting go of her own responsibilities/control… maybe not quite in the typical dom/sub sense but definitely an “if you’re going to boss me around, i’m going to be so intensely submissive and call you these terms of authority just to see you blush and shiver”. double effectiveness if she hits him with the master astarion, please or the yes sir, i’m all yours

don’t even get me started on dj/ascended because i’ll be here all day

[bradshawsbaby]

Trick-or-Treat, love🎃💗

Happy Halloween, lovely! How about a little costume party for our dear Hannix? 😉

The Hard Deck was more packed than usual tonight, orange and purple strobe lights spinning around the bar and illuminating the crowd of costume-clad aviators and their dates. Ever since Penny had started hosting an annual Halloween bash at her beloved bar, it had become one of the highlights of everyone’s year.

Music blared from the DJ’s speakers as people danced and flirted and ordered round after round of shots at the bar. The room was filled nearly to bursting, everyone dressed to the nines in the most creative costumes they could come up with. With a $150 cash prize for the lucky patron who was awarded “Best Costume,” every single guest had pulled out all the stops for tonight’s festivities.

In Jake Seresin’s not-so-humble opinion, no one in The Hard Deck looked better than his raven-haired girlfriend. Gazing at her from his spot at the bar, where he was awaiting another round of drinks for the Daggers, he couldn’t help but feel an inordinate amount of pride bubbling up inside his chest.

There was no one more beautiful on this earth than Natasha Trace, and she was here with him tonight—quite literally the Bonnie to his Clyde.

Their costumes had been his idea. Phoenix had adamantly insisted that she hadn’t dressed up for Halloween since high school, and she wasn’t inclined to pick the habit back up any time soon. But Jake had finally managed to wear her down with his endless pleading and pouts—not to mention the fact that he’d agreed to cook dinner for a whole week.

“Bonnie and Clyde? Seriously, Bagman?” she had laughed when he’d told her what he had in mind.

“What? You wouldn’t want to live the outlaw life with me?” he had teased in return, snagging her around the waist and pulling her in for a kiss.

The outlaw life suited her just fine, Jake decided, his green eyes still fixed on where she was laughing with Fanboy and Bob by the pool table. With a cute little beret perched atop her dark hair, a blouse that hugged her curves in all the right places, and a skirt that left very little to his admittedly overactive imagination, she looked every inch the 1930s femme fatale.

No wonder Clyde had been willing to risk it all for a shot at forever with Bonnie.

Once Jimmy finished filling a tray with fresh beverages, Jake lifted it up above the heads around him and began making his way back to his fellow Daggers. As he moved through the packed space, he heard the opening strains of a familiar tune, one his grandparents had loved listening to when he was growing up—“Witchcraft” by Frank Sinatra.

Setting down the new round of drinks atop the pool table, he immediately reached for Phoenix’s hand and tugged her towards him.

“Come dance with me,” he grinned, chuckling under his breath when she looked up at him with an arched brow and snapped at one of his suspenders.

“What about my drink?” she shot back, her dark red lips curving slightly.

“Bob will guard it for you,” Jake smirked, winking over at their friend before turning and pulling Phoenix out onto the dance floor.

As Sinatra crooned through the speakers, the blonde-haired aviator took his girlfriend’s arms and draped them over his shoulders, resting his hands on her hips and swaying slowly to the music.

“I guess dressing up wasn’t the worst idea you’ve ever had, Bagman,” Phoenix conceded with a begrudging smirk, sliding one hand down his chest as their bodies were pressed even more tightly together in the crush of the crowd.

“That’s high praise coming from you, Minx,” Jake laughed, pinching her hip playfully.

“Don’t get used to it,” she grinned, tugging on the front of his button down shirt to pull him down for a kiss as the music reached a crescendo.

Green eyes sparkling mischievously, Jake sang along with Ol’ Blue Eyes as the song slowly came to an end—“’Cause there’s no nicer witch than you…”

[musique-electronique]

dj minx | hör - october 3 / 2023

[nctrnm]

#NowPlaying: "Premiere: Salomé Le Chat - Parc Des Princes (DJ Minx Remix) - Cuttin’ Headz" by Electronic Groove

[sketchfanda]

Sketchfan85 one shot smut comm:Jagua Tales:Naked Night Spicy Times!!

It'd been another fun little girls' night in Jagua del Toro as always, quite an active evening time scene for a small resort island off the coast of some middle of nowhere 3rd world country within the Latin-American regions of the Caribbean. But certainly didn't stop the tourists from managing to find the place and come around for its 3 best qualities, that being the sun, the sand and the surf. And of course the delightful bonus being the bounty of fine sexy bitches on display providing plenty of eye candy for man and woman alike. or one trio of gal pals of course, it was home and and host to another evening of quality time with some small talk and plenty of drinks to go around.

If you were to ask their blue-haired surfer bombshell amiga Maya of course though, she'd definitely say her BFF Mona and their roomie J'D had just about a little too much. But really who could blame her for thinking and feeling that way when a walk home along the night time shore suddenly lead to a spontaneous round of skinny dipping!! Never let it be said that while she was an impulsive minx with a knack for mischief but she knew when to be a voice of reason and she was still sober enough to know she was not risking being seen naked around a public beach even this late. Okay yeah sure it lead to J'D and Mona teasing her plenty for being, as her cute sexy pink haired bestie called "A big chicken afraid to be seen naked!!" but not like she really wanted to give Cassandra a reason to verbally chew out her bodacious booty for whatever trouble this might get her into.

So of course she took her leave and left her drunk roomies be as they began having themselves a little playful splash fight, their giggles and cries of fun filling axing to the crash of waves on the shore. Pausing to look back a few steps to take in the view of J’d and Mona’s soaking wet naked bodies glistening under the full moon light, Damn if they didn’t look hot as all fuck. Ducking behind a rock as she decided to watch this unexpected free show a bit, sure she did have work tomorrow but didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the view, right? Little did she know that things were about to get spicy as it became clear just how DRUNK her roomies were as the dark skinned duo took a pause in their hijinks, currently kneeling in the shallow waters to give one another a look over.

J’D:”Your ass is so big and juicy, Mona….”*The DJ quipped sensually in her drunken haze, eyes becoming hazy with lust as those sparkling blue sapphires took in a view of that aforementioned booty. It truly was as she said, a sensual work of art that you could bounce a quarter off of. If she were to twerk, there was no doubt you could call her thunderbuns. Mona couldn’t help but giggle playfully at her remark of course.*

Mona:”Yours too. I want to kiss it….”*The sexy cutie purred as her jade green eyes admired that beauty marked set of meat buns. So toned yet bubbly all at once as they shook and jiggled above the sea water, the moonlight making it glisten with a hypnotic sheen. She couldn’t help but think her lips, thinking that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea at all. Swimming to get around behind J’d’s bodacious boot as she cupped those twin flesh globes in her hands firmly.*

Before J’d could even wonder to ask what Mona was doing, she gasped slightly, as did Maya silently as The pink haired Indy model proceeded to do just that. Planting soft but passionate kisses on the DJ's toned bubbly booty with distinct smacks of her lips, especially giving a playful lick on the spot with her beauty mark. J'd of course was stunned speechless yet couldn't help but pant and shudder at how tingly that was making her feel before Mona paused in her literal ass-kissing, eyes half lidded sensually and twinkling with lust and mischief as she licked her lips sensually, taking in the view of her room-mate's pretty smooth pussy. That labia quivering enticinlgy and looking even more inviting than her tasty milk chocolate derrière, so much so that she couldn't help herself as she pressed her lips then and there to it.

If J'd had been shocked and surprised before, the sudden ambush on her pussy lips by Mona kissing it and licking away with her tongue was quite something altogether. Gasping and panting at first before she found herself letting loose with deep throated moans, mixing and being drowned by the sounds of the ocean waves all the while Maya continued secretly watching in with growing voyeuristic curiosity. Before she snuck a quick glance to their discarded clothes by the shore as she started to get a wicked little idea. One she’d implement after she felt she had seen enough of where this was sure to be going.

so she continued to watch in from her hiding spot as Mona ate out J’d’s pussy, the perky toned DJ hottie squirming and moaning in the water as the sexy cutie’s tongue worked its magic. For someone not usually into girls, she sure knew how to please one, made her wonder if that little nudist minx Tania was an influence. But goddamn if she wasn’t feeling so good right now but if anything it out an idea into her lust and booze drunken brain as she shot a sensual look over her shoulder at the link haired babe. Erotically biting her lower lip as she pressed snd rubbed boot against her face.

J’d:”Ooh naughty girl, if you’re gonna be like thst then let me at least return the favour….”*That got Mona’s attention as she ceased her oral meal oit curiosity before she found J’d taking her back a bit closer to the shoreline, their sea water soaked bodies flowing with a rich sheen from the moonlight. The pink haired sexy cutie giggling as she started outting two and two together as J’d guided her to lay down on her back while the J draped herself atop it, their quivering mounds in one another’s line of sight. The equally drunk hotties sensually licking their lips at the meals they were about to enjoy when at some unspoken signal, they proceeded to commence with performing a 69. Kissing and licking away at one another’s slits, tongues lapping uo the flow of juices with their tastebuds dazzled by the slight flavour of salt water.*

Maya watched on with voyeuristic delight as she waited for the opportunity to slring her devious little plan in action, after all no rush when the action was getting this good. Looking on as Mona and J’d ate one another out, deep throated moans escaping their luscious lips Especislly when they probed one another’s moist folds of desire with their tongues. Rolling along the crashing waves on the shore between being on top or side by side as they upped the ante of of intensity and passion by adding their fingers into the mix, two to three digits knuckle deep as their thumbs teased and rubbed their clits. Never let it be said that there was many a man that would’ve given their nutsack or sold thei soul just to catch a glimpse of this lewd little show.

Soon of course their gasps and moans thst filled the night air on this beach soon had a new tuned added in as Mona, currently on top, gasped as she suddenly felt a swift stinging smack to her ass. Thst juicy booty jiggling as she shot a look over her soul dear at J’d who had a cheeky grin, her hand rubbing that glorious ass before she gave it another slap. Making Mona moan at the mix of pain and pleasure running along her spine with a delicious tingle, it helped J’d wss well aware how sensitive her skin was. Before she decided to return the favour as she rubbed and gave the DJ’s sexy booty a smack, the rhythm of erotic spanking filling the ir with their cries of pleasure in the night sky.

The rhythm of booty spanking in this ever in motion 69 soon gave way to the duo fingering one another once more before they became a tangle of limbs. Groping one another's bodies with an inquisitive sense of exploration and a growing intimacy with every rising hint of familiarity until fingers and tongues were simply not enough. Soon the pair were scissoring one another with passionate intensity, their pussies pressed together in a different type of kiss as they rubbed and grind against each other. Filling the starry moonlit sky above them with thier sensual cries and moans, that is when they weren't busy making out with sloppy, tongue dancing kisses to swap spit and play tonsil hockey all the while unaware of their secret voyeur who of course finally seized her moment.

Instead Mona and J'd continued to be lost in thier own little hazy paradise of luse, fuelled by a little one drink too many and maybe a little of that twilight evening magic on a night like this. The saltwater splashing against their orgasming bodies as they pounced on one another once more, making out amidst assaulting one another with groping and heavy petting as their momentum brought their bodies back to around the shallow waters they'd started their spontaneous skinny dipping. The waves of their pleasure offset only by the wave of water that washed over them in the middle of their latest liplock as the duo suddenly found themselves brought back down to earth. Coming back to their senses just as they were breaking their latest kiss for air and feeling equal parts shock and confusion.

J'd:"M-Mona, what are you..?!!"*The DJ puzzled as to how and why she and the indy model were in one another's arms and apparently about to or had just finished kissing. The memories of what had transpired between them non-existant as the haze of booze had worked its bizarre magic on them. All she knew was one moment she and Mona had been having a naked splash fight and swim, the next they were suddenly experiment in acts of lesbianism. And from the look on Mona's face, the feeling was mutual.*

Mona:"EHH?!"*Indeed Mona wasn't sure what was or had been happening, let alone the how and why. Blushing brightly at the intimate position she found herself in with J'd, their tits pressed and rubbing up against one another and seemingly holding each in a romantic embrace about to or having just made out. Deciding best not to dwell on it as they pried away from one another and made their way back onto the cool sandy shores, suddenly deciding to rediscover their modesty.*"I,....I think we drank too much...hehe..."*The sexy cutie shyly remarked, her and the Dj blushing and smiling equal parts sweelty and nervously as their nude skin felt the night Jagua air.*

J'd:"Y-you're right, but nothing else happened, so let's put our clothes back on and go home..."*Least far as she and Mona could recall, nothing had to have occured between them in between when they complimented one another's sexy asses and suddenly found themselves about to or having just kissed. Leaving their footprints on the sand as they aimed to put the rest of the evening and the unknown, to them at least, events that occured behind their thoughts. Only for J'd to notice a little something seemed off. As if something was missing.*"By the way...where are our clothes?"

meanwhile back at their Cozy apartment home, Maya lounged on her bed, comfy and casual as she held up and examined her personal prize. Mona’s cute sexy polka dot l panties in hand as beside her laid her bestie and J’d’s clothes, the surfer prodigy having snatched snd stolen them away while they’d been in the midst of their spontaneous skinny dip turned lesbian rut. Was it sneaky, underhanded and devious? Ooh absolutely but it sure was funny as hell at the same time and worth whatever karma would come her way.

Maya:*A cheeky smile on her freckled face as she basked in some self satisfaction.*”You’re a bad girl, Maya, such a bad, bad girl….”*Suffice to say, it was quite the time the duo had trying to make it back home in the nude, even late as it was in Jagua. But yes indeed they certaimly made sure to get their payback on Maya in the morning. Hey live by the sword, die by the sword, after all they say revenge is sweet and how sweet it is….*

(AO3 version with the necessary pictures including the comic the commissioner requested it based off of)

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Can you please do prompt 7 with Ransom & Minx reader from Coercion? By now they are married and in bliss with one another but still act the same possessive, nasty way but it’s amped since they’re locked in for life. But now they have a new baby in their lives. And it’s their first Christmas! Which means Minx definitely had to go all out. Lights inside and outside of their house. Pictures with the Clauses. Tons of decorations for the baby to smile at. And plenty of music. But Daddy Ransom is being a bit of a grinch because he misses his little minx for himself. She’s been so busy shopping, cooking, working, and making everything perfect that she’s neglected her boo. So once it all settles down, she gives him all of her. He uses everything of hers. Everything. And they even record it for their “memories 😏”.

Yes!

But, I can’t have Ransom and Minx be as nasty as they were with a kid involved.

The result is coming up soonnnn!

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