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an afternoon of pumpkin picking
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pairing: sugar daddy!ransom drysdale x sugar baby!female reader
summary: you've convinced your sugar daddy to take you pumpkin pickingâdespite his reservations about spending any amount of time on a farmâand the perfectly autumnal date takes a turn when deeper feelings come to light.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, smut, unprotected sex, masturbation (f), guided masturbation, piv sex, outdoor sex, creampie, filming/recording/taking sexual photos, oral sex (m receiving), light bdsm, free use, pussy spanking, panty sniffing, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, light degradation, pet names (nixie, baby), love confessions (a bit of idiots in love), aftercare, happy ending, so much fluff
word count: 11.6k
a/n: this fic is inspired by this exchange about various babes as sugar daddies taking their sugar babies on fall dates. i loved the idea of ransom being a little grumpy about going pumpkin picking, and then it morphed into this because i decided i wanted to explore their deeper emotional connection so uh it ended up being a lot longer than i expected. but it's also very cozy and smutty and fluffy and perfect for this time of year!!! anyway, i had fun writing this, so i hope y'all enjoy reading it!!
Canât believe you talked me into this.
The text from your sugar daddy, Ransom Drysdale, arrived on a brisk September morning as you were getting ready for the perfectly autumnal date youâd convinced him to plan. As you read the message, you could practically hear the affectionate exasperation in his tone, which made you smile to yourself.
It had taken quite a bit of your powers of persuasion to get Ransom Drysdaleâthe heir to the Blood Like Wine Publishing dynasty and the most blue-blooded Boston man youâd ever metâto agree to take you pumpkin picking out in the âboonies,â as he called anywhere beyond the city limits that wasnât his âancestral estateâ (also his words).Â
But since youâd been seeing him for over a year, you knew all of Ransomâs weaknesses. And youâd used them to make a deal with your sugar daddy.
Youâre going to have fun, I promise :) Donât forget our deal.
You certainly hoped Ransom hadnât forgotten about the arrangement youâd struck that ended up with him taking you pumpkin picking, especially since it was all you could think about that morning as you got ready and did your hair and makeup. Your thoughts kept straying to the deal youâd made, what youâd given him in exchange for the autumnal date of your dreams.Â
Ransom Drysdale was a dealmaker by trade, overseeing all publication acquisitions for Blood Like Wine. So after all your normal methods of persuasion had failed to convince him to take you pumpkin picking, youâd offered him a deal he couldnât refuse. It was one that you knew you both would enjoy, but Ransom especially since it appealed to his nature.Â
A shiver of anticipation ran down your spine as you stood inside the walk-in closet of your Beacon Hill townhouse apartmentâthe one Ransom paid for, of course.Â
It had been a gift when youâd accepted his request to be exclusively his sugar baby. He was the only man in your life anymore, and heâd said he wanted to make sure you were taken care of, so he got you the apartment and set up an allowance to make up for the other relationships youâd had to end.
Truthfully, it had been an incredibly easy decision to accept Ransomâs request. He was easily the youngest and handsomest of any man youâd been a sugar baby toâand if you had the tiniest little crush on him, youâd been certain youâd be able to keep it locked down so you didnât jeopardize your relationship.Â
After all, Ransom had been clear when you first met: He wasnât looking to fall in love.
Unfortunately for you, over the year that youâd been seeing him exclusively, your crush had blossomed into full-blown feelings. It was hard not to care for the grumpy, sarcastic publishing executive. He made you laugh, he made you feel safe, and the sex with him was better than any youâd ever had.
More than a year into seeing him and it got harder and harder to hide the fact that you cared deeply for him. You wanted to bundle yourself in one of his sweaters and stay with him foreverâbut you knew you couldnât let on about your feelings. You didnât want to risk him finding out and ending your relationship because he feared you were falling in love with himâŠ
Of course, there were other ways your relationship could end.
Your fingers toyed with the sleeve of a sweater hanging in your closet as you thought about your sugar daddy. A pit in your stomach opened wide as you considered, yet again, it was probably inevitable that one day he would grow tired of you and move on to someone else. Even if you didnât tell him how you felt, he could still leave you.
It was what happened with these kinds of relationshipsâthe men left when they got bored or tired. Or when they wanted to settle down. Or when they fell in love with someone else.
Add to that, you were keenly aware that you were getting old enough that a man as young as Ransomâwho was in his 40sâmight want to soon trade you in for a newer, younger model.Â
The thought broke your heart a little, and you had to push it away. You cut off the entire train of thought, knowing that it would lead nowhere good, especially when your sugar daddy was due to pick you up in just a short time. As you went back to getting ready, in your mind, you repeated your mantra to yourself: You would not love Ransom Drysdale.
It was a lie, of course, but you were hoping that if you said it to yourself enough times it would become true. It hadnât worked yet, though.Â
Thankfully, your phone vibrated, distracting you.
Wear that skirt I like. And one of the sweaters you stole from me.
A huff of an affronted laugh escaped you at the brisk tone of Ransomâs message. You hated it when he barked orders at you like you were one of the interns at his office. Sure, technically you were his employee, but he didnât have to use that toneâespecially before a date.
You assumed he was cranky because he still didnât want to go pumpkin picking, but that didnât mean you had to put up with it. Or respond at all. Even if you did follow his orders, since that was part of your deal for the day.
Tossing your phone on your bed without replying, you pulled out the skirt he was referring to from your closet. It was a short, flouncy thing that swished dangerously around your thighs, offering tantalizing teases of your ass to anyone who might be looking at your backside.Â
Ransom loved it because it afforded him a sneak peek of what lingerie you were wearing. One of his favorite things to gift you as his sugar baby was lingerie. He loved seeing you in it, touching you in it, fucking you in it. And what he liked most was sneaking a peek of your lingerie from those glimpses beneath your flouncy skirt.
On that September morning, you selected a black satin matching set to wear beneath the skirt, then pulled a maroon sweater from the pile in your closet.
He may have been a spoiled, rich man, but Ransom was a gentleman, and if you were cold, heâd give you his sweaterâwhich was how youâd amassed a small hoard of your sugar daddyâs sweaters. You never could bring yourself to give them back once they made their way into your closet. Nor could you bear to wash them.Â
In your loneliest moments, youâd pull on one of Ransomâs sweaters and let the expensive scent of his cologne comfort you. He smelled like whiskey and something spicyâsomething that matched perfectly with the fall and winter.Â
Youâd never told anyone about wearing Ransomâs sweaters when you were alone in your Beacon Hill apartment, but your sugar daddy knew youâd collected many of them.Â
Ransom didnât seem to mind, though. Or, at least, he never asked for them back. But sometimes, like that day, heâd ask that you wear one for him. It always sent a special thrill through you to wear your sugar daddyâs sweaters, like it meant he was staking a claim on you that was deeper and more like a typical romantic relationship.Â
A giddy, happy smile curled your lips as you got dressed and added jewelry before checking to make sure your hair and makeup were still done to your satisfaction.Â
You were just pulling on some black mary jane shoes when your phone chimed with another text.Â
Let me see, nixie.Â
Your traitorous heart fluttered at the nickname. Most of the sugar daddies youâd had relationships with called you by much more common pet namesâsweetheart, honeyâif they used them at all. But leave it to Ransom to pull a pet name from obscure European folklore.Â
Youâd had to look it up after the first time he used it, and when you found out it was a kind of river mermaid who lured men to their deaths, youâd laughed to yourself. Ransom had essentially likened you to a siren, and at the time, youâd wondered if he believed you could lure him to his death. It seemed ridiculous, especially when you were the one in danger of getting their heart broken.
Sometimes, when he used that pet name, you wondered if Ransom liked you as much as you liked him. If that was why heâd chosen it, because he worried youâd hurt him somehow. But that was a dangerous thought and you reminded yourself it would only lead to heartbreak.Â
You tried not to have a reaction to the nickname. You tried to stop your heart from fluttering and your lips from curving into a smile. But it was impossible.
So to distract yourself, you did as Ransom had asked in his message. You snapped a quick photo of your outfitâthe short, flouncy skirt paired with his maroon sweater and your black mary janes. Youâd chosen to forgo tights because September in Massachusetts could get warm, especially with the sun shining as brightly as it was outside your window.
You sent the photo and began gathering your things to wait for Ransom to arrive for your date, but his response came back quicker than you expected.
Pretty, but I want to see it in person. Iâm outside.
Your heart gave another flutter at the compliment, then flipped entirely when he said he was outside. Bounding to your bedroom window that overlooked the cobblestone streets of Beacon Hill, you grinned when you saw Ransomâs silver 1972 BMW coupe parked outside your door.Â
Ransom might not be as excited for your pumpkin picking date as you were, but he was early. That had to mean something, right?Â
You didnât let that thought flourish any further, pushing it aside as you grabbed your keys and phone and shoved them in the bag youâd picked to match your outfit. Then you were flouncing down the stairs of your townhouse to the front door and pushing through it, pausing only to lock it behind you.
When you turned to the street, you were struck with the sight of Ransom Drysdale leaning against his BMW, a to-go cup of coffee in his hand. Your heart raced and your belly swoopedâit felt like your entire body was having a visceral reaction to seeing Ransom dressed in an autumnal outfit that suited him so well.
A golden brown wool coat hung off Ransomâs broad shoulders, slightly obscuring the worn cream-colored cable knit sweater that covered his expansive chest. A purple and gold scarf with some kind of intricate design hung casually around his neck, adding to the look that was completed by dark slacks, brown loafers and a pair of sunglasses with gold rims that matched the rings he wore on his hands.
Despite his sunglasses, you could feel Ransomâs eyes on you and you bit your lip against a giddy grin, worried that your schoolgirl crush on your sugar daddy would show plain as day on your face if you let it slip free. Instead, you gave him an exaggerated onceover before letting out a low whistle of appreciation as you stepped into the narrow sidewalk lining the cobblestone street.
âQuit gawking and câmere, nixie,â Ransom growled, using his free hand to grab your waist and pull you into him.Â
You landed against his broad, muscular chest with a light, âoomph,â and instantly wound your arms around his shoulders, enjoying the way he felt so steady and solid against you.Â
âYou love it when I check you out, donât you, daddy?â you teased in a soft voice meant only for him.Â
The street wasnât busy, but it was so narrow that if any of your neighbors had their windows open to let in the crisp September air, theyâd easily be able to overhear you. And you didnât want anyone else hearing you call Ransom âdaddyââthat was just for him.
âI do,â Ransom admitted in a rumbling voice, matching your low tone. âAnd I love looking at you in your pretty little outfit I picked outâŠâ He trailed off, ducking down closer to you and nudging your nose to tilt your head back, ghosting his mouth over your lips teasingly when you canted your face to meet his. âBut daddy needs a kiss, baby.â
The words were barely past his lips before you were surging up onto your tiptoes and kissing Ransom. He tasted like black coffee and cinnamon, and you couldnât get enough of it. When his tongue slid across your lower lip seeking entrance, you were helpless to do anything but open for him, moaning softly as he plunged into your mouth.
The kiss had started out chaste enough for the sidewalk of Beacon Hill, but Ransom seemed to be as ravenous as you felt, hooking his arms around your waist and bending you backward with the intensity of his need to devour you.Â
It had your head spinning with pleasure, but you still gave him as good as you got, kissing him back with just as much fervor, your leg rising of its own accord to hook around his thigh beneath his open coat.
Gradually, Ransom slowed the kiss until his mouth was decadently nibbling on your lower lip before licking the sting of his teeth away. Then, finally, he pulled away and you were able to drag in a deep breath, trying to get your head on straight as you lowered your leg back to the sidewalk.Â
âGet in the car, nixie,â Ransom growled, though there was no anger in his tone, only a desirous heat that you recognized, since it was swirling warmly in the depths of your core. âBefore I decide Iâd rather take you back inside your apartment and fuck you in nothing but my sweater instead of taking you pumpkin picking.â
His free hand slid down your back and he groped the soft curve of your ass shamelessly over your skirt, right there on the street. Still, you couldnât help but melt at his rough handling, a gasp escaping as his fingers dug ruthlessly into your flesh.Â
For just a second, you debated whether you wanted Ransom to deliver on his threat, but decided against it. The prospect of seeing your sugar daddy going pumpkin picking was too good to pass up.
âOk, ok, Iâm getting in the car,â you huffed on a laugh, your voice breathy in a way you couldnât help as you squirmed away from Ransomâs groping hand. Your sugar daddy chuckled, but let you go, then turned to open the door of his BMW for you.
He waited until you were settled on the soft leather seat, your seatbelt buckled across your lap, then leaned into the car and handed you the coffee heâd been holding. You took it with no small amount of surprise, having assumed it was his own coffee.
âFor you, your favorite,â he murmured before brushing a kiss to your temple. âIâm sorry for being short with you this morning.â
A stunned expression froze on your face, his words spinning around in your mind so loudly, you barely heard the thump of the car door closing. Your eyes flicked up to watch Ransom cross in front of the car, your heart racing like youâd just sprinted an entire marathon.
It was then that you knew, unequivocally, without any doubt, that you loved Ransom Drysdale.Â
Your sugar daddy slid smoothly into the driverâs seat and pulled his door shut before glancing at you. You gave him a weak smile, trying to hid the fact that you felt like a bomb had just been dropped inside your heart, and his expression twisted into one of annoyance.
âDonât tell me they fucked up your drink,â he fumed, shoving his keys in the ignition and starting his BMW. He threw an arm around the back of your seat, his chest close enough to your shoulder that you could feel the warmth radiating from him as he carefully backed up, then maneuvered onto the street. All the while, he was muttering, âItâs a fucking pumpkin spice latte, they must make thousands of them a day. How can they fuck it up?â
When he merged into traffic at the end of the street heading in the direction of the local coffee shop, Ransom finally pulled his arm away from the back of your seat. You grabbed his hand before he could put it back on the wheel, squeezing it to get his attention.
âThe latteâs fine, Ranâitâs perfect,â you assured him, even though you hadnât taken a sip yet. Some of the anger drained from his expression and he executed a u-turn to turn in the other direction of the coffee shop, but his jaw was still ticking with annoyance and you searched for an explanation that wasnât the truth. When you couldnât think of anything else, you blurted, âI was just surprised you remembered my favorite coffee.â
âOf course I remembered,â he said after a moment of silence. His voice was gruff, like he didnât know what to do with his sweet gesture being addressed so directly, but his mood seemed to lighten, his annoyance forgotten. Slipping his hand from your fingers, he settled his palm firmly on your thigh, giving you a playful squeeze as he shot you a smirk. âThough I donât think that sugary nonsense should really be called coffee,â he snarked, giving your leg another squeeze to let you know he was only teasing.
You huffed an exasperated laugh and settled your free hand on top of his, holding onto him while he drove skillfully through the busy streets of Boston, heading toward the city limits.Â
Ransomâs joke washed away the remnants of whatever tension your revelation, and your need to hide it from him, had caused between the two of you. Of course, you still felt the knowledge that you loved him hovering at the edge of your mind, but it was easy to sink into Ransomâs comforting presence and, if not entirely forget about it, at least more easily pretend you didnât know you were in love with your sugar daddy.
On the drive, you made conversation with Ransom, asking him about his work and his family. Heâd spent time with them the previous weekend and hadnât seen you as a result. But he skipped quickly over the family party heâd attended and instead focused on telling you about some of the books heâd acquired for Blood Like Wine.Â
You didnât like Ransomâs family, based on what little you knew about them. And you didnât feel even a little bit bad about it because you were certain theyâd never like you, especially considering how youâd met Ransom. But it still made you sad to think about him facing them alone. Your heart thumped with sympathy and you curled your fingers more possessively around his hand on your thigh.
Ransom shot you a lopsided smile and turned the conversation around on you, asking about what books youâd been reading, and how the rest of your hobbies were going. He didnât need to ask about your work because heâd made sure you didnât need a job other than keeping him companyâand especially didnât need any other sugar daddies.Â
So you told him about what you were reading and all the other things you did to occupy your time while he listened and asked questions. He especially loved hearing your opinions on the Blood Like Wine books heâd acquired.Â
A little over an hour outside the city, Ransomâs BMW pulled into a gravel driveway beside a large sign that read Johnsonâs Family Farm. There were smaller signs lining the drive advertising the farmâs apple orchards, hayrides, farm stand, and, of course, the pumpkin patch.Â
Beyond the windows of Ransomâs BMW, you could see the farm sprawling out toward the distant horizon, plenty of picturesque little red buildings and beautiful fields filled with various fruits and vegetables. But there was something off about the farm, and it took you a moment to realize what it was: The whole place was deserted.Â
It was a little early in the day, just after lunch time, but you were still surprised by how empty the parking lot was. And you didnât even see any workers, or cars that might belong to them. It was just Ransomâs BMW and the deserted farm.
âWhere is everyone?â you asked, turning in your seat to Ransom. âAre you sure theyâre open?â It was the weekend, they mustâve been open, but you couldnât make sense of why no one was there.
Ransom snorted, giving you a devious smirk as he put the car in park and turned it off.Â
âI bought out the farm for a couple hours, itâs just us and the pumpkins, nixie,â he explained, squeezing your thigh one last time before stepping out of the car and rounding the front to open your door for you.Â
You stepped out onto the gravel in a bit of a daze, still shocked by his words. You knew Ransom was wealthyâhe was a high-level executive at one of the most successful prestige publishers in the country, not to mention the money he inherited from his familyâbut him buying out an entire farm just for your date was one of the most extravagant things heâd ever done. Your mind reeled as you tried to fathom how much that would even cost.
Ransom curled a finger beneath your chin and tipped your face up to look at him. Heâd taken off his sunglasses, so you were met with the sight of his sparkling blue eyes. Paired with his devastatingly handsome smirk, your knees instantly went weak and your mouth parted in a wordless plea for him to kiss you.
He dropped a quick peck to your lips that was over too soon and swept his thumb across your cheek in a soothing gesture, your surprise melting into happiness as you realized you got to have Ransom all to yourself on your date.Â
âCâmon, nixie, did you really think Iâd agree to go pumpkin pickingâto go tromping through the dirt on a farm,â he scoffed, his tone warm even if it was a little derisive. âAnd deal with hordes of screaming children and their families?âÂ
Ransom raised an eyebrow at you and you couldnât help but snort a laugh as you rolled your eyes. You didnât even need to answer, because of course Ransom wouldnât want to deal with anyone else while he was enduring the absolute torture of going pumpkin picking. But then his next words distracted you from thinking about how spoiled he was.
âBesides, I havenât forgotten our deal. I have plans for you, and we needed the farm all to ourselves for them,â he teased, his smirk turning impish as he ducked down and captured your lips in another quick kiss.Â
Your heart was racing with excitement, your mind turning over his words and wondering what he could have planned for you while Ransom grabbed your hand and led you into the farm. You shook your head to clear it of all the naughty thoughts that had popped into your mind, and focused on your sugar daddy, who was following the signs toward the pumpkin patch with a grim acceptance in his expression.
The September sun was warm on your shoulders, but there was a cool breeze, the lingering chill of the morning clinging to the day and you curled around Ransomâs arm while you walked. You tried to distract your sugar daddy from the eventuality of leaving the nice dirt path to wade into the pumpkin patch by chattering about fond memories you had of going apple picking and exploring corn mazes with friends when you were younger.Â
When you got to the area where you could pick your own pumpkins, Ransom paused at the edge, using your clasped hands to pull you to a stop alongside him. Your chatter cut off mid-sentence and you looked curiously to your sugar daddy, finding his brows lowered over his stormy blue eyes as he considered the haphazard spread of soft soil, scattered hay and orange pumpkins.
âI still donât really see the point of this,â he muttered, giving the pumpkin patch a dubious look.
You couldnât help but smile, thinking Ransom looked younger than his years in that momentâlike a kid who was being introduced to something new and didnât trust that they were going to like it.Â
You curled into Ransomâs chest, your arms twining around his neck while his settled easily around your waist. You looked up at him and waited to speak until he dragged his gaze from the pumpkin patch behind you to meet your eyes.
âNormally, the point would be to take some pumpkins home and carve them,â you explained patiently. Ransom narrowed his eyes on you suspiciously, as if he believed you were going to try to convince him to do such an unfathomably pedestrian thing, and the corners of your mouth flickered as you suppressed an even wider smiler. âBut something tells me even my powers of persuasion arenât strong enough to get you to do that.â
Ransom only snorted, his eyes flicking disdainfully to the pumpkins over your shoulder then back at you. âDefinitely not.âÂ
But there was a curiosity buried deep in his gaze, and you wondered if one dayâif you were together long enoughâhe might be willing to try some pumpkin carving.Â
Surprisingly, you could picture it. Ransom with his worn, threadbare sweater sleeves rolled up to his elbows, grimacing as he yanked pumpkin guts from inside a big, orange gourd. It almost made you giggle to think about.
Instead, you shook your head to clear the image from your thoughts, not wanting to get your hopes up that Ransom would be a fixture in your life long enough that you could convince him to carve pumpkins with you.Â
Although, maybe if you offered to blow him while he did⊠You shook your head again and met Ransomâs curious gaze, giving him a bright smile that was only a little bit fake.
âThen we can just pick out a couple pumpkins for my front steps,â you said sunnily, bouncing up onto your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to Ransomâs cheek. âTheyâre pretty decorations whether we carve them or not.âÂ
You began to pull away, intent on starting your search for the perfect pumpkins, but Ransomâs arms tightened around your waist, like he didnât want to let go yet.
âYouâd be a much prettier decoration than any of these gourds, nixie,â he murmured, and you turned your face to him in surprise at the gruffness in his tone. There was some emotion laced through his voice that you couldnât place, and before you could puzzle it out, Ransomâs mouth caught yours, sending your thoughts scattering as he kissed you deeply.
When you finally broke away for a breath, your body was buzzing with awareness of Ransomâs and a warmth that had nothing to do with the bright September sun had bloomed between your thighs. You had half a mind to drag Ransom back to the car and have him do something about what heâd started, but you were determined to go pumpkin picking.Â
Pushing aside the distracting hum of desire filling your body, you pulled away from Ransomâs warmth and began carefully stepping through the pumpkin patch. The smell of earth and the distinct scent of pumpkins surrounded you, calming some of the buzzy heat Ransom had stirred up, and you were able to focus on your search for the perfect pumpkins.
Once Ransom got over the fact that he would have to walk through the dirt in his nice loafersâwhich took a few moments of complainingâhe began picking his way through the pumpkins. He kept calling out to you when heâd found one that was particularly deformed or ugly in some way, trying to claim they had âcharacter.â But you knew he was just being a pest to make you laugh and smile.
To his credit, he was making you laugh, and the smile on your face was so wide it hurt a little.Â
Every time he held up a terrible pumpkin like it was a prize catch, you shook your head at him, but your laughter echoed across the fields of the farm. And you couldnât help but notice that Ransom seemed to be having fun, too, his own smile staying fixed on his handsome face as you both made your way through the pumpkin patch.
âWhat about this one?â Ransom called, from a little ways away, having wandered off in a different direction. âNow this is a pumpkin.â
You stood up from where youâd been bent over, looking at some moderately sized pumpkins to find Ransom standing beside a massive orange thing. It was almost as high as Ransomâs waist, tipped on its side, but as you looked harder, something about it seemed off.
First, it was clearly meant to be part of a display set up by the farm, since it stood in front of an artfully arranged stack of hay bales that were topped with smaller pumpkins. The rest of the field stretched out behind the setup, and you suspected it had been constructed in an attempt to give visitors to the farm a photo op, where families or groups of friends could pose for the perfect autumnal pictures.Â
But as you walked closer to Ransom, and smoothed your hands over the large pumpkin, you realized something else was off about the gourd.
âRan,â you started dryly, cutting your eyes to him, finding him admiring the pumpkin. âThis isnât a real pumpkinâitâs fake, for the photo op,â you said, waving your hand at the whole display.
Ransom seemed confused for a moment, then looked at the bales of hay arranged behind it as if he was seeing them for the first time. Since you were closer, you could see a little sign that had the name of the farm tacked into the hay, and had to give it to Johnsonâs Family Farmâthey seemed to know what they were doing.
âFigures the first pumpkin I actually like is fake,â Ransom muttered, turning to you and wrapping his arms around your waist as he curled his big body around yours.Â
You bit your lip against a laugh and stroked your fingers through his soft brown hair. âDonât worry, Ran, Iâm sure weâll find something you like.âÂ
His thick arms squeezed you tight and for a moment, the two of you just stood there, holding onto one another. It was a sweet momentâuntil Ransomâs hands began to wander down your back, stroking down your spine to the swell of your ass. But he didnât stop there. His hands slid further down and under your skirt, groping your thighs shamelessly and kneading the soft flesh of your ass.
âRemind me again about the deal we made, nixie,â Ransom rumbled, his tone thick with lust as he used his big hands to pull you closer, his bulge pressing into your stomach.Â
Your mind was swimming with desire, your body arched into the bigger form of your sugar daddy, but you managed to remember the words of the agreement youâd madeâthe one that had finally convinced Ransom it would be worth it to take you pumpkin picking.
âI have to do everything you say,â you recited the terms of your deal, your voice breathless with excitement. âAnd you can do anything you want with me.â
Ransom made a rumbling sound deep in his chest, the vibrations teasing your nipples through your sweater and sheer lingerie. Your breasts felt heavy, aching to be touched, but you kept your arms around Ransomâs broad shoulders, waiting to see what heâd do.Â
âI think itâs time for you to pay up, baby,â Ransom murmured, walking you backward until your ass collided with the big, fake pumpkin. âI wanna take some pictures of my pretty sugar baby on the biggest pumpkin in the patch.âÂ
The plastic was cold against your bare thighs and you sucked in a gasp, your body tensing in Ransomâs grip.
He seemed to understand your plight, though, because he uncurled himself from around your bodyâafter giving your ass a lingering squeeze.Â
Straightening, Ransomâs eyes caught yours, his blue gaze sparkling with mischief and a smirk playing at the edge of his mouth as he shrugged out of his wool coat. He swung it around behind you, laying it down on the pumpkin before his hands fell to your hips.
âNeed a boost?â he asked, his lips curving into a deviously handsome smirk as his hands settled on your hips.
Truthfully, you didnât need the help. The pumpkin was only a little higher than your ass, and you could have easily hopped up onto it. But arousal was slinking through your body, making you feel heavy and achy and you couldnât pass up the opportunity to have Ransomâs hands on you for a little longer.
âYes, please, daddy,â you said sweetly, giving Ransom your most charming smile and enjoying the way his eyes darkened at the honorific.Â
Ransom pressed close to you, his expensive cologne filling your senses as he pinned you against the pumpkin under the guise of helping you. But you could feel the hard, thick length in his slacks digging into your soft belly and you knew he was enjoying the excuse to hold you just as much as you were.Â
Slowly, he eased you up onto the pumpkin, the wool of his coat scratchy against the back of your bare thighs, but much warmer and softer than the cold plastic of the decoration.Â
When he settled you right where he wanted you, it took all your self-control not to spread your legs for Ransom. You bit your lip against a sultry smile and kept your legs closed, trying to look nice for the photos he was going to take.
Still, you couldnât help but murmur a breathy, âThank you, daddy,â that had your blood running even hotter through your veins.Â
Ransom seemed just as affected as you, but he managed to hold himself together, dropping a quick kiss to your lips before rumbling, âGood girl, nixie.âÂ
Then he was stepping away, taking his warmth and delicious scent with him as he retreated a few paces and pulled out his phone. You arranged yourself in a pretty pose on the pumpkin, smiling for Ransomâs camera, and adjusting your legs or arms or the tilt of your head as he asked.Â
Youâd been a little worried that giving Ransom free reign to order you around would lead to him barking commands at you like you were a dog. But heâd taken your words about not liking being talked to like that to heartâno doubt helped by the reminder of his text going unanswered that morningâand he kept his voice warm and light as he guided you through the poses he wanted for the photos he was taking.
It was more fun than you expected. Youâd never done any kind of photoshoot, and you found yourself enjoying Ransomâs gentle commands helping you pose for him. He took so many photos of you perched on that fake pumpkin, you began to wonder what he planned to do with them.Â
But then his directions took a new turn, and you couldnât help the smirk that curved your lips.
âNow spread your legs,â Ransom urged, bending down so he was crouched in the field, being careful not to let his pants touch the dirt. âPut your feet upâyeah, just like that.â Ransomâs eyes sparkled in the bright September sunshine as he watched you shift into the pose he wanted, his mouth pulled wide in a wolfish grin. âLet daddy see whatâs under that pretty skirt of yours.â
Leaning back on your hands, you lifted your knees and spread them wide, balancing precariously on top of the big, fake pumpkin. Your skirt fell around your hips, baring your black silk panties for Ransomâs camera. Even a few paces away, you could hear his inhale of breath when he got his first glimpse of the thin slip of fabric barely covering your glistening slit.Â
Excited thrills zipped through your body, more wetness gathering between your thighs as you watched Ransomâs blue eyes darken. Your pussy was so close to being on full display in broad daylight, and even though you knew the farm was deserted, the possibility of somehow being caught still made the tension in you crackle deliciously.Â
But that was the fun of following Ransomâs ordersâyouâd known from the moment you offered it up for the deal that he would have you doing something naughty. You just hoped, as your core ached to be filled, that your sugar daddy would end the teasing soon and fuck you over the pumpkin he had you sitting on.
âRub your pussy, baby,â Ransom rumbled, his voice pitching lower. âLet me see you make a mess of your pretty pantiesâall for me.â
His tone was drenched in a desire that made you even wetter, your body responding to his voice alone. You were so gone for him, you didnât even care that no other man had ever made you wet just from his voice. You just wanted him to keep talkingâkeep ordering you to do more filthy things.Â
Putting all your weight on one hand, you slipped the other between your thighs, using two fingers to rub your clit through your black silk panties. You suspected they were expensive, just like all the lingerie Ransom had gifted you, but you didnât think about how much they cost. You only stared into Ransomâs camera and let your eyes go heavy-lidded, your mouth dropping open in a silent moan as pleasure pulsed through your body.
âGood girl, nixie,â Ransom purred, shifting closer but staying down on his haunches. Soft clicks of a camera shudder came from his phone as he took photo after photo, capturing the way your fingers dipped down to your slit and pushed your panties ever so slightly into your dripping hole. âFuckâyeah, just like that, rub that pretty pussy like a good little slut for daddy.â
A whimper slipped from your lips and a shudder wracked your whole body at the pleasure that suffused your entire being. Your fingers teased your wet slit while Ransom watched, his phone camera trained on you while he took photos of your lewd actions. It was headier than you wouldâve expected, your thoughts scattering as your hips rocked gently, pressing your cunt against your fingers instinctively.
âDaddy, âm so empty,â you wailed softly, pushing your fingers into your pussy through your panties, whining desperately when they couldnât go deep enough. The black satin was soaked in your juices, feeling good as it slipped against your wet lower lips, but you hated it in that moment because it was the only thing stopping you from being filled. âP-please, daddy!â
One of Ransomâs hands dropped from his phone to palm his dick through his pants, and you whimpered louder with a wordless plea. You opened your eyes wider and pouted your lips, imploring him to put you out of your miseryâeither by giving you another order, or by sinking his fat cock into your aching pussy.
Ransomâs features darkened with desire, his handsome face twisting into an expression that was almost a scowl as he rose from his crouch to tower over where you were perched. Your own expression lightened and turned hopeful, sure he was going to tuck his phone away and fill you up, but instead, he chuckled darkly.Â
Skimming his free hand down your inner thigh, he groped you briefly, your skin tingling everywhere he touched. But then he ignored your pussy entirely and instead tugged on the hem of your sweater.
âPull up your shirt, nixie, show me your slutty body,â Ransom rasped, his voice hoarse with his own need while he palmed his dick again, keeping his phone camera trained on you.
You whined and squirmed pathetically at the quick tease of his touch, but followed his order all the same. You tugged the hem of your sweater up, catching it between your teeth to keep it from falling down again before you went back to rubbing your pussy.Â
You knew how you mustâve lookedâyour legs spread wide, your shirt pulled up to show off both parts of your black silk matching set and your hand pressed between your thighs, rubbing your pussy shamelessly. You mustâve looked like a perfect little whore for Ransom, and by the way his eyes sparkled and his mouth curved into a satisfied smirk, he loved it.
âGood girl, nixie,â he murmured, soft clicks of the camera shutter coming from his phone as he took even more photos while he stood over you. âYouâre such a good little slut for me, baby, such a perfectly obedient girl.â His eyes flicked from his phone screen to your eyes. âDoesnât it feel good to do everything daddy tells you?âÂ
With the soft cotton of your sweater in your mouth, you couldnât speak, so you nodded, holding Ransomâs gaze as you did so. You wanted him to see it was the truthâit did feel good to do what he told you. Because you trusted him. You knew heâd never tell you to do anything that might hurt you.Â
Something shifted in Ransomâs eyes as he read your expressionâsomething that looked a lot like surprise melting into a profound awareness that seemed to frighten him. As you watched, his eyes hardened just a little bit, the hand holding his phone dropping out of the way as he stared at you intensely.
âAre you sure you can handle it, sugar baby, doing everything I tell you?â he asked, a harshness in his tone that spoke to an underlying animosity you knew wasnât truly directed at you.Â
You realized all of a sudden that youâd tipped your hand. Youâd shown Ransom you trusted him, and, in the process, shown him that your feelings for him were deeper than they should be between a sugar baby their sugar daddy. His question was a challenge, and an offering of an escape at the same time.Â
But, for all that youâd avoided showing Ransom how you truly felt about him, you simply couldnât run away from him. If youâd been able to do that, you wouldâve parted ways with your sugar daddy already.Â
So you held Ransomâs glinting blue gaze and nodded resolutely. His expression hardened further.Â
âSpank your pussy,â Ransom growled, his voice sounding as rough as the gravel in the farmâs parking lot. âShow me what a dirty little slut you are and slap your cunt as hard as you can.âÂ
Your whole body quivered with anticipation as you drew back your hand from your wet, puffy pussy. Your silk panties were soaking wet, and you knew the flimsy fabric wouldnât protect your sensitive slit from the sting of the spank, but Ransom gave you an order, and you intended to follow itâto show him how much you trusted him, and cared for him.
Using the flat of your fingers, you slapped your cunt as Ransom instructed, as hard as you could manage. Electrifying pain streaked through your body, making you cry out and arch violently on the pumpkin you were perched on, your other hand gripping tightly to Ransomâs wool coat to keep you balanced. A deep, blazing pleasure nipped at the sensationâs heels and your cry devolved quickly into a debauched moan that was muffled by the sweater in your mouth.Â
It took you a moment to force your gaze back to Ransom, his eyes swirling with so many emotions, you didnât have a hope of discerning them. But he held his phone up again, no doubt framing you within the screen and said in a gruff voice, âAgain.â
That time, since you were expecting it, it was easier to brace for the sting of pain and the burning pleasure that swept the smarting tingle away. But your body still responded, your spine curving and your legs shaking wildly, your lips falling open in another muted moan as your teeth clung to the sweater so it didnât slip free from your mouth.Â
Ransomâs camera captured the whole thingâyou knew because he watched the screen instead of you, his mouth twisting into a depraved smirk.
âDoes it feel good, baby?â Ransom rumbled, some of the warmth you typically heard in your sugar daddyâs voice seeping back into his words. He mustâve heard it, too, because his next words were harsher. âDoes it feel good to spank your pussy like the dirty little slut she is?
âUh huh,â you mumbled around the sweater in your mouth. You tried to tell him it felt good, but the words came out entirely garbled, though Ransom seemed to understand.Â
âAre you gonna come from slapping your naughty cunt?â he asked, his eyes darkening with hungry intent as he watched your face, waiting for your response.
Your pussy pulsed at his filthy question, and you thought maybe it was possible to come from spanking your puffy slit, especially if your fingers caught your clit with each slap. But truthfully, you didnât knowâyouâd never tried. So you answered Ransom honestly, muttering, âIonno,â around the sweater in your mouth.
Ransom huffed an impatient sound and reached for you to tug the sweater free from your teeth, his actions gentle even despite his obvious annoyance. âSay that again.â
âI-I donât know,â you whispered. âI can try.â
The expression on Ransomâs face shifted again, but it became even more unreadable. He held your gaze for a moment, as if he was searching for something, though you didnât know what.Â
âYou want to try?â he asked, his voice soft, almost tentative.
You acted instinctively, pushing yourself up so you were no longer balancing on your hand and reaching past Ransomâs phone to grab his sweater to pull him down for a kiss. Your lips moved sweetly against his for a moment, before you pulled back and stared deeply into his eyes.Â
âI want to do everything you tell me to do,â you said, reciting the words of the deal youâd struck with Ransom, but changing them just a little, to tell him again that you wanted him, you trusted him. âI want you to do anything you want with me.âÂ
A look of something almost like fury flitted across Ransomâs face, and then he was surging forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, as if he meant to brand you with his mouth. You moaned into him, which only seemed to make him kiss you harder, his tongue pushing past your lips to sweep into you as if he owned you.Â
In that moment, if heâd asked, you would have told him he did.
Just as suddenly as heâd kissed you, Ransom pulled away and he shoved his phone in the pocket of his expensive slacks. Then, before youâd even recovered from his kiss, he grabbed your hips and spun you to the side, guiding your shoulders down so you were laying draped sideways across the big pumpkin.Â
âPanties off,â he growled, his voice a low rumbling contrast to the sharp clinking of his belt buckle as he undid his pants. âGive âem to me.âÂ
You were quick to follow his orders, hooking your fingers in the black silk panties and shoving them down your legs, pulling them off and then handing them to Ransom. You watched your sugar daddy hold them up to his face and take a deep breath, inhaling your scent as his other hand dove into his boxer briefs.Â
Because your head was hanging over the side of the fake pumpkin beneath your back, you had a front row seat to Ransomâs big hand stroking his hard length, your mouth watering with the desire to taste him on your tongue. A whine slipped from your lips and you squirmed, getting Ransomâs attention.
He chuckled darkly, tucking your panties into the pocket of his slacks that didnât hold his phone and then shoved them and his boxer briefs down. His thick, fat cock fell on your face, making you flinch in surprise at the slight slap of it against your skin. But in the next breath, you were tilting your face up and kissing him affectionately, murmuring in contentment when his musky taste hit your tongue.Â
âSuch a perfect little slut, baby,â Ransom rasped, his praise drenched in that warm tone that had your heart beating happily in your chest. He wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and slapped it gently on your smiling lips. âOpen your mouth and spread your legs.âÂ
Immediately, you did as Ransom said, parting your thighs and opening your mouth wide, then waiting for what came next. You werenât surprised when Ransom didnât waste any time before pushing the tip of his cock past your lips. Â
He let out a low, filthy groan as he thrust deep in your mouth, pressing into your throat until you could feel him bulging in the front of your neck. He held there, his balls nestled against your nose while you swallowed around him, trying to get used to the intrusion while he groaned obscenely at how good you felt.Â
âFuck yeah, baby, take daddyâs cock in your pretty little throat,â he rumbled, his hand wrapping around the front of your throat and pressing down lightly, grunting when he felt himself twitching inside you. âYouâre such a perfect little slut, âs like you were made for meâall for me.âÂ
You moaned around Ransomâs cock, hoping he took the sound for the agreement it was as you lay beneath him, your hips squirming and your pussy fluttering in the cool September air. Your wiggling seemed to get Ransomâs attention and he leaned over you, his big hand sliding between your thighs to rub your already messy pussy.
âSo fucking wet for me,â he murmured, his voice sounding like sunshine with the affection clear in his tone. âYou still wanna see if you can come from getting your pussy spanked?â he asked, a smirk in his words.Â
You nodded as best you could, your hips squirming and bucking, practically begging for him without using a single wordânot that you could utter any with his cock buried so deeply in your throat.Â
His fingers slid teasingly against your clit and you bucked harder, grinding against him as best you could.Â
Your antics made Ransom laugh quietly as he muttered, âAlright, baby,â in a placating voice.Â
That was the only warning you gotâthat and his hand disappearing from your pussy. Ransomâs big hand came down on your pussy sharply, the flat of his fingers spanking your pussy much harder than you. Still, you could feel he was holding back from using all his strength, only giving it to you as hard as he knew you could take.
And take it you did.Â
A muffled scream clawed its way up your throat and slipped past your lips to be muffled against Ransomâs balls as white-hot pain flooded your body, followed closely by the all-consuming burn of pleasure. A tremor shook your limbs and you choked on Ransomâs cock, your throat squeezing him tight enough to wring a grunt from him.Â
âFuckâdid that feel good, baby?â he rumbled, his fingers dipping into your hole and rubbing your juices all over your pussy, paying special attention to your clit. âDo you like it when daddy spanks your slutty pussy? Because youâre squeezing my cock like you want me to do it again.âÂ
His voice was drenched in warmth and humor and you whined in response as you planted your feet on the curve of the fake pumpkin and bucked your hips up against his hand, pleasure coiling tight in your core. You knew it was only a matter of a few more smacks from Ransomâs hand before that coil was snapping and you were going to come from him spanking your pussy.Â
âThat sounds like a yes, but I wanna feel you nod, baby,â Ransom murmured, his other hand petting your cheek softly.Â
You couldnât see him from the angle you were at, but you could hear the smile in his tone and you melted a little, your legs falling open wider as you nodded for him.Â
âGood girl,â he praised, his fingers stroking over the bulge in your throat while his others rubbled your clit, making your tight channel squeeze his cock tighter. âAnd what do you do if itâs too much? Show daddy,â he urged as his fingers trailed lower, until they dipped into your black satin bra and swirled around your nipples until they were stiff peaks.Â
Meanwhile, you reached back and patted the outside of Ransomâs thigh three times, the sign youâd established with him early on in your relationship for when you needed a break but didnât have the capacity to use words.Â
âGood, youâre such a good girl,â he purred. His hand kept sliding lower down your body until he reached your thighs. He grabbed your soft flesh and pushed your legs open even wider. âNow, letâs see if we can make your pretty pussy come just from being spanked while I fuck your slutty mouth.âÂ
You barely had a chance to moan your agreement before Ransomâs hand came down on your cunt again, the sharp, slick sound of his fingers slapping your wet flesh meeting your ears before the stinging pain and scorching pleasure sent your thoughts skittering away.Â
He rubbed your clit roughly and moved his hips, thrusting shallowly into your mouth, grunting and groaning at the feel of your moans vibrating through him and your throat squeezing him every time he slapped your pussy.Â
Ransom fell into a rhythm, spanking your pussy as hard as he thought you could handle, his fingers catching your clit every time, and fucking your throat while you lay draped over the big, fake pumpkin in that deserted pumpkin patch.Â
You were at the mercy of Ransom, and he seemed to know it just as much as you didâand he didnât take it for granted. His hands were purposeful with every touch, every spank, his hips never pushing too hard against your head as he fucked your mouth. It was filthy and dirty and yet you could feel the depth of his caring in everything he did to you.
It wasnât long before you were pushed to the precipice of your release, your body trembling uncontrollably, the coil in your core wound so tight, you knew it would snap any second.Â
Ransom mustâve felt it too, because he started up a constant refrain of, âGood girl, baby, come for meâcome for daddy, baby. Youâre doing so good, wanna watch your pretty pussy come, baby, câmon, lemme see.â His words were so sweet and warm and wicked, you were unable to do anything but follow his gentle command.Â
On the next slap to your cunt, the coil of pleasure in your belly snapped, and your entire body went tight with white-hot tension before it burst free into decimating waves of pleasure. Ransomâs cock muffled your scream as you came, your hips bucking and pussy convulsing beneath his warm palm as you rubbed your soaking wet slit against him.Â
You were so consumed by your release, you didnât notice the way Ransom had frozen, and you barely felt him pulling his cock free from your mouth. You only knew that suddenly you were able to pull in deep breaths and smell the crisp scent of the pumpkin patch.Â
Your head spun when Ransom gently pushed you to sit up and hauled you off the pumpkin, your feet hitting the soft soil of the field and your knees nearly buckling as your body still shivered from the waves of pleasure rolling through you.Â
Ransom sat heavily on his wool coat still draped haphazardly over the top of the pumpkin, his hands greedily grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap. Your knees bracketed his thighs while his hands grabbed your ass and guided you to sit up. Then you felt the tip of his cock slide against your still fluttering hole and you moaned, your head dropping back like you didnât have the strength to hold it up anymore.
âCanât fucking believe you came from getting your pussy spanked, baby,â Ransom was mumbling, his big hands changing the angle of your hips until the head of his cock was pressed to your entrance. âGotta feel it, gottaâŠâ He cut off on a grunt when he pushed into your slick, pulsing pussy, his hands shifting to your hips so he could pull you down onto his hard, throbbing length.
Your hands found Ransomâs biceps and you held onto him, your fingers tangling in the thick weave of his cable knit sweater as you quickly sank down on his cock. He was so thick and long, it stung a little to impale yourself so fast without any kind of preparation, but you didnât care. You were too greedy for his cock to take your time, a deep, primal instinct driving you to take him as fast as you could while your mind was still reeling from your first release.Â
âOh fu-uck,â Ransom groaned brokenly, his head falling against your chest. You could feel his face pressing into your sternum, his heavy exhale ghosting between the swells of your breasts. It was against your bare skin, your heart racing just beneath the surface, that Ransom confessed, âI love you, nixie.âÂ
At his words, you went deathly still. For an unending moment, your mind reeled and you tried to be certain youâd heard Ransom correctly. You were sure you couldnât have.
It didnât seem like he realized what heâd said until he felt you stiffen in his lap. Then, Ransom sat up slowly, his gaze sharp as it raked over your face, trying to gauge your reaction.Â
Licking your lips to bide you time to find your voice, you forced yourself to ask the question your heart needed an answer to.Â
âDo you mean it?â
Ransomâs expression tightened, his eyes going even more wary, but he noddedâa quick, dip of his chinâand you sucked in a breath.
A tingling warmth started at the top of your head and cascaded through your body, filling you with a bright, fizzling feeling. It took a moment for you to recognize it was happiness. But not just happinessâit was pure, unfiltered joy.Â
Your sugar daddy loved you. Ransom Drysdale loved you.Â
His expression was growing more and more distant with every second that passed without you responding and you couldnât have that.Â
Squealing in delight, you launched yourself at himânot that it was such a far distance, considering you were in his lapâand he let out a soft, âoof,â when you collided with his chest, your arms winding around his neck and squeezing him tight.
âI love you, too, Ran,â you confessed on an exhale. It felt so good to get the words off your chest, that you repeated them. âI love you.â
âOh, thank fuck,â Ransom said on a sigh of relief as he gathered you tighter against his chest. One of his arms wrapped around your lower back while the other braced against your spine so his hand could cup the back of your neck. âYou have no idea how glad I am to hear that, nixie.â
âDid you really think I wouldnât love you back?â you asked softly before pressing a kiss to Ransomâs soft cheek because you couldnât help yourself. The scent of his cologne filled your senses and you smiled against his jaw, kissing him again and again, like youâd never get enough of it.Â
âWasnât sure,â he admitted gruffly.Â
You giggled at the sheepishness in his tone, pulling back until you could see his face. He was blushing a little, a tiny bit of pink tinging his cheeks and making him look adorable. You couldnât help yourself from cupping his handsome face in your hands and leaning forward to brush a sweet kiss to his mouth.Â
âI love you, I love you, I love you,â you murmured, in between teasing kisses. âI love you when youâre grumbling about going pumpkin picking, and I love you when youâre spanking my pussy, and I love you when youâre bringing me my favorite coffee because you remembered what I liked.âÂ
You kept kissing him until Ransom was chuckling, his hand squeezing the back of your neck in an affectionate gesture. He reeled you in for a deeper kiss, cutting off your list of all the times youâd loved him. But you and Ransom were smiling too much to kiss properly, your teeth knocking against each other and making you both laugh even more.Â
Your joyful laughter soon devolved into soft moans and grunts when Ransom rocked his hips, shifting his cock even deeper inside you. Your fingers threaded through his soft brown hair and you clung to him while you rolled your hips, grinding down on his stiff length until you were breathless with renewed desire.
âFuck, nixieânixie, âm not gonna last much longer,â Ransom groaned, his arms tightening around your back and holding you pinned against his chest while he fucked up into you. âYour pussyâs too perfectâtoo fucking warm and tight and good for me.âÂ
âCome inside me, Ran,â you whispered heatedly, feeling his cock twitch at your suggestion. You moaned softly in his ear. Your clit was grinding against the base of Ransomâs cock, and it wouldnât be long before you came for a second time. âPlease, daddy, fill me upâwanna feel your come leaking from my pussy while weâre picking pumpkins, daddy, please,â you begged in a pathetic whine.
âI love youâfuck, I love you so fucking much, nixie,â Ransom growled, pressing his face to your cheek and nudging you to the side until his mouth found yours. He kissed you so long and so deeply, it made your head spin, and he fucked you all the while, pounding into your cunt hard enough that the pleasure he gave you was edged with just enough delicious pain that you were falling off the edge and coming in no time.
Ransom swallowed your screams of pleasure as you came, your pussy clenching his cock hard enough that he followed right after, grunting into your mouth so that it was your turn to muffle his sounds with your lips.Â
Coming at the same time was heady and all-consuming and you were so happy you felt like you could float away if it wasnât for Ransomâs arms holding you so tightly to his chest. And you were glad for it, because you didnât want to float away unless he came with you.
The two of you gradually eased down from your highs together, still kissing, still murmuring your love for one another as if you could pass the words between your lips as easily as you exchanged breaths.
Finally, your rocking bodies gently stilled and your racing hearts returned to steady, normal drumbeats. The September sun was bright, keeping you warm from the chill in the air as you snuggled into your sugar daddyâthe man that you loved, and who loved you in return.
Your head was still spinning and trying to process everything youâd both admitted while laying against Ransomâs chest, your fingers playing idly with a loose thread in his sweater, when he finally broke the comfortable silence that had fallen.
âIf we carve up some of these pumpkins, do I really have to clean out all the guts with my bare hands?â
His question, and the almost whining tone in his voice, had you choking on a surprised laugh. You leaned back, looking into Ransomâs face to see if he was joking, but he wasnât looking at you. He was giving the pumpkin patch another dubious look, making you laugh again as you shook your head at him.
âNo, you could wear gloves, and thereâs usually a scoop that comes in the pumpkin carving kits at the store,â you explained to him, your tone filled with humor even as you kept it even and patient. âYou donât have to touch the pumpkin guts if you donât want to.â
Your fingers stroked through the hair at the nape of his neck and he seemed to relax, though whether it was from your assurance or your touch, you couldnât tell. You suspected it was both.
After a moment, Ransom seemed to reach some sort of decision because he heaved a deep sigh and met your gaze. His blue eyes were shimmering in the bright afternoon sunlight, and the affection in his gaze warmed you despite the chill in the air.Â
âAlright, letâs find some pumpkins worth carving,â he said, though his grim tone made it sound like he was suggesting you both walk into battle.Â
A smile spread across your face and you giggled happily. âYou mean it?â
âOf course, nixie,â Ransom rumbled, leaning in and brushing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. âThereâs very little I wouldnât do to make you happyâI thought that was clear when I agreed to an afternoon of pumpkin picking.âÂ
You laughed softly, ghosting your lips over his in a teasing gesture as your heart fluttered in your chest, happiness swooping through your belly. But still, his words didnât exactly match up to your memory of events, especially given everything youâd done to get him to agree to the dateâincluding the deal youâd made.
âSilly me, and here I thought it was because of the deal we made,â you murmured.Â
âMm, nope,â Ransom said, popping the âpâ in nope. âWoulda taken you pumpkin picking even without the dealâjust liked watching you convince me.â He brushed feather-light kisses along your jaw, making you hum happily at the soft press of his lips after you snorted at his comment. âBut now that you mention it, our arrangement extends to the pumpkin carving portion of this date, yeah?âÂ
âUh huh,â you mumbled, having a hard time following the conversation when he sucked gently on the spot just beneath your ear that had your head falling to the side to give him better access. You shook your head lightly and found the words to form a proper response. âSure, it lasts as long as the date does.â
You felt Ransomâs mouth curve as he smirked against the side of your neck. âGood,â he purred, kissing down your throat until he got to the line of your sweater. âGonna make you suck my cock while I clean out our pumpkins.â
Buzzy excitement and warm desie flooded through you at his words and it was your turn to smile. You remembered that youâd considered offering to blow him to get him to carve pumpkins just that morning, so you obviously had nothing against his suggestion. You were eager for it to become a reality.
âWhatever you say, daddy,â you murmured in your sweetest voice.Â
Ransom huffed an amused laugh before his mouth found yours again.Â
The two of you kissed for a little while longer, until your knees and hips started to protest sitting in the same position on that big, fake pumpkin for so long. Ransom helped you down from his lap and towed you back toward the farm stand, so you could clean up in the nice employee bathroomâthough he refused to give you your panties back.
You spent the rest of the early afternoon picking out pumpkins with Ransom, then he carried them back to his BMW and put them in the trunk. While he drove you both back to the city, he gave you his phone and told you to pick out your favorite of the photos heâd taken of you.Â
You asked him if he only wanted you to pick from the lewd photos, and he told you to also pick one of the pictures heâd taken of you with your clothes covering you. When you asked him what it was for, he told you he wanted to frame it and put it on his desk in his office. Your heart fluttered when he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles, admitting he missed you while he was at work.
If you hadnât already known you were in love with him, you wouldâve known then, your heart squeezing in happiness while your fingers tightened around his. Since you didnât have to hold back your emotions anymore, you told him how much you loved him, and he responded by repeating the words and kissing your hand again.
The rest of the afternoon was spent at your townhouse apartment in Beacon Hill, cleaning out and carving the pumpkins youâd picked before putting candles in them and setting them on the steps outside your front door. Before the date was over, you even got Ransom Drysdaleâyour sugar daddy and the man that you lovedâto admit he had fun.Â
Of course, you had to promise youâd never tell anyone. But you assured him you could keep it secret, so long as he loved you. He grinned, and promised you he always would, then he sealed the deal with a kiss.Â
And that was how an afternoon of pumpkin picking turned into a beautiful life together.
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blushing birthday
a/n: iihhh! first story in this slutty au! felt like this was a good place to jump off from. and also, i just wanna point this out because i nearly never do and perhaps some people donât realise it, but if you have a thought, an idea, a wish or request in this au (or any other, my inbox is always open for requests) then feel free to click on my ask button and send it my way âĄ
summary:Â âso, what I was thinking,â you tilted your head, âwas that before I go give him his present, you guys could maybe help me prep a little bit, warm me up and stretch out my ass enough to fit his big fat cock. Would you guys like that?â
warnings: various x camgirl!reader, smut, porn au, college au, roommate!bucky barnes, roommate!steve rogers, roommate!curtis everett, ex!ransom drysdale, dilf neighbour!andy barber, reader's porn name is cherry blossom (UrLittleCherry), friends with benefits, happy hippie fun poly vibes, curtisâ birthday, partying, alcohol consumption, kissing, masturbation, impact play, fingering, toys, edging, clothed sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, multiple orgasms, anal, penetrative sex, unprotected sex
word count: 3953
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The last rays of sunshine for the day streamed in through the half-drawn curtains and cast soft shadows across your form as you sat cross-legged on your mattress.Â
With your reach outstretched towards your laptop propped up on the chair situated at the foot of your bed, you clicked on the go live button and watched as a countdown appeared on the screen, overlaying your visage staring back at you as your gaze briefly flickered around to check your gear one last time.Â
Thanks to your three roommates whoâd insisted on helping you upgrade your setup, there wasnât just one, but two cameras pointing directly at you. One angle to catch all of your frame and one zoomed-in to capture a perfect close-up between your legs.Â
âHey guys!â a warm smile swiftly dazzled your features as you watched the first few people jump at your notification, âgood evening or goodâ, whatever time of day it is for you.âÂ
The messages in the chat started rolling in, some with usernames you recognised and some you didnât.Â
TheFrogo: Hi Cherry! How are you? Have you had a good day so far?
DrownByPussy: Omg youâre finally live! Iâve been hard all day knowing Iâd get to see you today.
âHi Frogo, yeah, Iâve had a pretty good day, but Iâm hoping that it might get even better, because Iâve got something pretty fun planned for tonight,â your hands absentmindedly fidgeted along the length of your legs as you spoke, âso, today is a friend of mineâs birthday andâ, wait,â you paused and leaned in closer to catch a better look of the scrolling messages, âI havenât seen you write in the chat yet, but birthday boy, if youâre here, you better log off right now or youâll ruin your surprise,â you warned, glancing straight into the camera, âIâll give you five seconds get off,â a pointer finger then kissed each of your digits as you counted down, âfive⊠four⊠three⊠two⊠one,â you squinted a moment longer before a giggle bubbled out, âokay, so now that itâs just us, I can tell you what Iâve got planned,â you switched up your seat, moving your legs to comfortably kneel on the mattress with your frame slightly turned at an angle for you to better see the screen, but retroactively grant everyone a view of the curve of your spine as the line swooped down over your waist and blossomed into the plush of your ass, sinfully on display in the pastel blue, mesh lingerie you wore, âthere is one thing in particular that he has just been begging for⊠any guesses?â
A_B_Cunt_Destroyer: Hmm⊠is it a particular fantasy? A little bit of roleplay action?Â
8inchStallion: Threesome?Â
âNope. All fun suggestions, but no.â
TittyCokeKingXXX: Is it to bang in public?
Cream314159: How about anal?Â
âCream! Yes! You guessed it!â you excitedly threw your hands up in the air, âit is anal that heâs been dreaming about.â
Ddadddy6969: I mean, who can blame him.
ItsBradBtch: Fucking same.
TearinYoBootyUp: Wish it was my birthday today so youâd let me fuck your tight little ass.
âSo, what I was thinking,â you tilted your head, âwas that before I go give him his present, you guys could maybe help me prep a little bit, warm me up and stretch out my ass enough to fit his big fat cock. Would you guys like that?â
KyleKyleson: Yes!
UrPervyDaddy398: Hell yeah, letâs get you ready to take that monster cock.
Casting a glance out of the nearby window, your eye couldnât help but catch sight of the neighbouring house. It didnât look like the divorced dad who resided there was home, though you still nevertheless searched for him. You werenât completely clueless to his infatuation with you, though it had almost turned into a game, always trying to catch him peeping at you through the windows, or even taking it further by purposely wearing something skimpy when youâd go get the mail or other activities where you would know youâd bump into him. You didnât judge him to be the type of man to ever really do anything about it, to actually reach out and grasp a wet dream of a girl so much his junior, but the teasing had become too much fun for you to stop, you were too far gone to draw the curtains closed now.Â
As a quiet jingle sounded from your speakers, indicating that someone had tipped you, your gaze flickered back towards the computer screen.Â
A_B_Cunt_Destroyer: Is that the underwear set I bought you off your wishlist? You look even more gorgeous in it than I imagined.
âOh, thanks A,â you let your palms graze down over the thin mesh, feeling your pussy clench as your touch brushed over your nipples poking through the baby blue material, âyeah, it is. It matches the dress Iâm planning on wearing tonight, so I thought Iâd be cute.â
Call_Me_Sir_844: Turn around, Cherry. Let us see it from the back. Â
âYes, sir, of course,â you chuckled lightly before shifting around, purposely arching your back as you glanced over your shoulder.Â
729AlwaysHard: How is your ass even real?
Like1OfUrFrenchGrls: Damn, that butt is just begging for a spanking.
Raking your touch down your sides, you smirked, âoh, you want me to spank my ass?â before the jingle of a tip echoed from the computer, âalright, baby,â and like a cat, your frame scooped down, gliding on to all fours and sticking your bottom high up in the air, âhow many do you think? Letâs say, highest tipper gets to decide, but please, be kind, I still have to be able to dance the night away tonight.â
TittyCokeKingXXX tipped $50 â 10 spanks, with a paddle
BootyLover47 tipped $35 â 4 spanks
MrHansen tipped $100 â 6 spanksÂ
âThank you guys,â you wiggled playfully for them, âand Mr. Hansen, wow, thank you so much!â you squeaked ecstatically, âwell, I guess I better start counting then.âÂ
After each smack your palm landed on your propped-up bottom, the coinciding number rolled off your lips till your ass was tingling and sore for all your viewers to see.Â
WinterIsCumming: Fuck, just seeing your little pussy through those panties⊠theyâre soaked, arenât they?
Gliding a hand down between your legs, your fingertips ghosted over the sheer fabric that clung to your core.
âThey are, Winter,â you blinked up at the camera, âman, I wish you were here to give me a hand.â
NastyBoi: Show us that pretty little pussy, come on, donât be shy now.
âYou want me to take my underwear off for you? Take them off so that I can really play?â
And with the chimes of tips swiftly ringing in your ears, one of your fingers then hooked in the gusset and carefully peeled it to the side, letting it act as a frame as you momentarily teased them with just a glimpse of your glistening folds, before you slowly slid them off completely.Â
Eventually, after your slick digits had gotten a chance to warm you up and tease you till you were practically buzzing on both of the camera angles that now displayed you, as it hadnât taken you very long till you switched to a split screen, both your face frozen in a silent moan and your pretty holes drooling for attention pressed up against one another, side by side on the stream, your fingers then reached for a toy, the pretty glass dildo you had picked out just before the show.
You first popped the toy in your mouth as you flipped around and relaxed back against your pile of pillows. Letting your gaze flicker over the downright filthy comments rolling across the screen, you sucked on the toy for a bit before pulling it out and letting it float down south.Â
âFuck,â your eyes fluttered slightly as you rubbed the tip gently against your little rosebud, âoh, that feels so good.âÂ
Cream314159: Yeah, Cherry, tease that little ass like a good slut.
8inchStallion: Fuck, youâre gonna make me blow my load soon if you keep looking like that.Â
Ddadddy6969: Has your fuck buddy really never had your ass before? Tbh kinda hard to believe considering what a whore you are for all of us. I love your anal shows, theyâre always my favourite.Â
âI know, daddy,â a light giggle tore through your form, âIâm honestly kinda surprised as well, but no, it hasnât happened yet.âÂ
BongDong420: Wait, are you an anal virgin? Plot twist.Â
âNo, no, Iâm not, I love anal,â you sucked in a gentle gasp as you let just the tip of the toy breach your tight opening, âI just havenât really done it yet with too many different people. Actually, Iâve only done it with one so far, now that I think about it,â you swiftly shook your head and forced your eyes to flicker to the messages to rid your thoughts of your ex.Â
Call_Me_Sir_844: Please open your mouth, Iâm gonna cum!
âOh, yes, please cum for me, sir,â you answered the comment and then let your lips part wide. As your tongue stuck out as well, a string of saliva soon dripped down as you waited, the spit colliding with your tits and running down your cleavage.Â
A_B_Cunt_Destroyer tipped $550 â Donât let yourself cum. Edge yourself so that you can be all drippy and dumb for him like a good little present should be.Â
Since you and your roommates lived in a residential area too quiet for college ragers, some of the guys Steve and Bucky were on the football team with offered to throw the bash at their fraternity.Â
Music blared, nearly making the entire house rumble, as you walked around the place, searching for the one of your roommates who the party was in honour of.Â
Fiddling lightly with the hem of your silky dress as you peeked into the room where a rowdy game of beer pong was afoot, you still felt a little dizzy as desperation soaked through your ruined panties.Â
Though, as you checked the kitchen, a bulky frame bumped into you, though it wasnât just any run-of-the-mill frat boy, incapable of watching where they went, it was the very last person you wished to lay your eyes upon.Â
âY/n, hey,â the trust fund kid caught your arm before you could slip away.Â
âRansom,â you couldnât help but clench your jaw as you tried to free yourself of his hold, âhello.â
âI didnât know you were gonna be here tonight.âÂ
âWhy wouldnât I be here?â you nearly scoffed as you squinted up at him, âitâs my roommateâs birthday party.âÂ
âRight, forgot you moved in with all of them, became just one of the boysâŠâ as a beat of silence fell over him, he let his gaze then rake over your form, lapping up the soft blue material that draped across your curves, âyou look good tonight, by the way.â
âIââŠâ your eyes fluttered shut as you let out a sigh, âRansom, can we not? Just for tonight, can we not do all of this? Just let me be here, celebrate my friend, and then after that, if you so wish, we can get back to our regularly scheduled program. Just one night of peace, thatâs all Iâm asking for.â
His dark brows then furrowed as he cocked his head, âbabe, come onââ
Cutting him off with a scoff, you spat, âI havenât been your babe since you broke up with me.â
He had been all for landing a girl that was essentially a wet dream come true when it came to all of the sinful areas you were itching to explore with him, but what hadnât been a part of his plans was having a girlfriend who wasnât exclusively a slut for him and him alone. Heâd told you to choose between him and your dirty little hobby, but to his surprise, you hadnât even hesitated when you didnât choose him.Â
A low sigh then puffed from his lungs, âfine.â
Heatedly ripping your arm free, you echoed, âfine,â before turning on your heel and exiting the kitchen.Â
Luckily, your search didnât drag on too much further before you stumbled upon your celebrated friend.Â
âThere you are!â you exclaimed, your voice ushering Curtisâ head to twist in your direction, his glance shifting from the pool table before him.Â
âBaby!â he swiftly threw open his inked arms and pulled you close, âhey!â
Hearing the heavy balls clank around on the table, you asked, âare you in the middle of a game or could I steal you away for a sec?â
âNah, not this round,â he withdrew only ever so slightly, letting one of his arms stay draped over your shoulders, âwhat do you need?â
Pulling him with you in the direction of the wide staircase, you smirked, âI just have a present to give youâŠâ
âAnother one?â he blinked as you dragged him up the steps.Â
âWell, you deserve the world, so yes, you get another one this year,â you offered him a warm smile.Â
âMan,â he exhaled as you reached the upper level, âhappy birthday to me,â a smirk spread across his features as he willingly let you push him into one of the rooms.Â
It was a study room filled with long communal desks, tall bookcases and velvet armchairs. It was also, thankfully, vacant of any other partygoers.Â
âHappy birthday, Curtis,â you didnât waste any time, the door barely managed to slam behind you, before you yanked him in for a kiss.Â
It took him a second before he caught up with your sudden actions, but as soon as he did, a gentle giggle rumbled from his intoxicated form and vibrated against your lips as he enveloped his long arms around your frame.Â
Feet shuffling, your roommate soon bumped into one of the tables, lending him to half sit on it as you let your touch rake down his figure. Even with the swift and determined pace your desperation drove you to have, it still didnât take that long for Curtis to be on the same page as you, and when your palm fluttered down to cup him through his pants, the tent twitched beneath your touch.Â
At first, when you then withdrew from the kiss, Curtis instinctively followed your disappearing lips till he noticed your knees buckling as you sank down onto the floor.Â
âThis is so much better than losing at pool,â he gazed down at you between his thighs, nearly hypnotised as you tugged at his zipper.
âIâd sure hope so,â you nearly scoffed as you freed him of his binds, not hesitating to lean in and swipe your tongue silkily against the very tip of him as soon as you had the chance, âalthough, you know I never mind being a consolation prize.â
âConsolation prize?â his tone filtered through a soft groan as your fist enclosed around his base, twisting slightly as it jerked up to graze your mouth, âthatâs not what you were last week.â
âYeah, but that was different,â your giggle vibrated against him, âitâs okay, baby. Maybe next time we play at home youâll get to win and show the others whoâs boss,â you purred before your lips enveloped fully around his fat girth.Â
When spit and slobber soon bubbled out and dripped down onto your chest from your efforts, you got back up to your feet. As you let the back of your palm wipe a bit of the mess from your chin, you twisted your frame around and let your spine melt back against this broad chest.Â
As you felt Curtisâ fingers dig into your dress and hike it up, you rolled your hips back against him, nearly dizzy with want. Gliding a hand down between your thighs, you captured the sodden material, utterly ruined and clinging to your core, before you yanked it to the side, the leaky mess not yet ready to let go of the panties and spiderwebbing to where you pulled it to the side. Â
Reaching around, your grip captured his cock once again as you tilted him to teasingly brush through your folds, your activities from earlier made it almost pathetic how sloppy you got him in a matter of seconds.Â
As his lips pressed to your cheek in a hot kiss, you glanced over your shoulder to catch his eye and take in his reaction.
You didnât warn him, nor say anything at all. Only a smirk glimmered on your lips as a forewarning before you led him away from the leaky entrance he naturally assumed youâd let him into, and instead arched your back and eased his slicked-up length into somewhere else.Â
âOhâ, holy shit,â his eyes flickered down to affirm what you were doing before blinking up at you in the assumption that it was a mistake, âbaby, youâreââ
âI know,â you smiled at the way his chest heaved at the realisation.Â
âWait, seriously?âÂ
âTold you I had another present for you,â your gloating grin softened at the moan that slipped out as you sank down just a little further upon his dick.Â
His fingers dented both sides of your hips as you slowly let him feel more of you, âoh my god, youâre the fucking bestâŠâÂ
It was shallow at first, gentle as you controlled the pace, though still mind-meltingly intense as you fucked back against him till your knees began to wobble, feeling each and every little detail of his stretch your little ass out.Â
You felt his hot breath on the side of your face between the lazy pecks he planted there and occasionally veering further south to try and mark your neck up with his bites.Â
âO-oh, fuck,â you whimpered when one of his inked arms snaked around to your front and stretched down to rub your clit, swollen and throbbing between the pads of his rough fingers.Â
Since youâd backed away from the edge not too long before, its overwhelming return was swift and quickly rendered you a shivering mess in his arms as your rhythm came to a rest and the tight circles he drew over your puffy pearl pushed you into insanity.Â
Eyes still shut as you were panting for breath, you felt Curtis pluck up your chin and tilt it so that his lips could seize yours.Â
Though the blissful pause didnât last very long before he manoeuvred you around, manhandling you into a new configuration, though all the while never slipping his cock out.Â
His palm was heavy against your back as he whirled you around and bent you over the table. Cheek smooshed against the smooth wooden surface, the thunderous snap his hips then offered caused the desk to rattle beneath you.Â
However, just as you sensed him begin to lose himself, burying his cock so deep inside of you that it caused you to see stars, the creaking sound of the door to the study swinging open sliced through the lewd harmonies already filling the room.
Even though you couldnât really glance over your shoulder to see who it was that entered, the recognisable voices that then found your ears calmed your worries about why Curtisâ pace for some reason hadnât slowed down in the slightest.Â
âNo, Iâm not kidding, thatâs really whatâ, oh,â Buckyâs sentence paused as soon he spotted you, âhello you two.â
You attempted to tilt your head against the table as the last of your roommates came into view, shut the door behind them and stepped closer.Â
As you reached out a wobbly hand to grasp Steveâs, he sweetly caught it in his and chuckled at your cock drunk visage, âhey.â
âHmmâ, hiâŠâ you attempted to greet them, Bucky swiftly bending down to briefly be at your height, letting his fingers brush some of your hair out of your face as Curtisâ efforts jolted your frame against the table at every feverish thrust.Â
âWas wondering where you guys were,â Steve held onto your hand a little longer as his glance met the blissful gaze of the man who was balls deep inside of you, âI thought she already gave you her little present.â
âYou knew?â Curtis tilted his chin, to which you tried to explain with a mumble, though one of your roommates didnât hesitate to playfully ask you to clarify.
âIâm sorry what was that? Youâre being too much of whore right now for me to understand you,â Bucky pressed a peck to your brow before straightening back up, âlook, I would have totally told you man, but she threatened us not to ruin the surprise.âÂ
âYeah, said that if you didnât get to take a dip first, then none of us ever would,â Steve added.Â
âAw,â you felt Curtis kneed your bottom as he slammed into you, âyouâd really have done that?â
âI did say you deserve the world, so yeah,â you managed to squeak.Â
âItâs so cute how sappy birthdays make you,â Bucky smirked, âsuch a shame not one of us even hesitates to exploit it.âÂ
As one hand stayed glued to the curve of your ass, his thumb hooked in your underwear to grant not only him but the rest a perfect view of just how well you took him, Curtisâ other hand then stretched out to grasp the half-empty beer that Steve handed him, briefly taking a swig before handing it back.Â
âYeah, she really is just such a good little girl, arenât you?â Steve found a seat on one of the nearby chairs.Â
âMhmâŠâ you barely caught sight of how both of them palmed themselves for an ounce of relief.Â
Sitting down as well, Bucky squinted cockily back at you as your hazy eyes briefly caught his, âwhat was that, sweetheart?â Â
âIâm aâ,â you blubbered as Curtisâ cock stretched you so wide that you even felt it press against the sweet spots in your throbbing pussy, âIâm a g-good girlââ
âYes, you are, baby, thatâs right,â Curtis chuckled warmly behind you before offering your ass a swift slap, âthe fucking best.â
âOh, oh! Sheâs so close to cumming, I can see it!â Bucky exclaimed in an almost mocking tone as your eyes began to roll, âjust look at that face,â he nearly jumped to get closer, âso fucking pretty.â
âCome on, Y/n,â Steve leaned back in his seat and squeezed his hard-on as he stared at your fucked out form, âgive us a good show. Make it good for the birthday boy.âÂ
Although, unfortunately, you were already too far gone by then to take any of their lewd comments into account as you tumbled over the edge, floating in the sea of your cheering roommates as a soundtrack.Â
After your friend had emptied himself into your haven, he simply slid your panties back into place so that his cum could leak out of you for the rest of the party and ruin your sheer underwear completely, perhaps even give up entirely and run down your shaky legs for all to see.
Bending down to smother you back to life with kisses, you also felt Curtisâ arms tangle around you as he hugged you and slowly lifted you off of the table.Â
âYou wanna go down and dance?â his low timbre tickled the shell of your ear.Â
âJust give me a second,â you breathed through your hazy smile as you fought to blink your eyes back open, âmy legs will first have to start working again. Maybe you could take over the music for a second and queue up something slow,â you light-heartedly suggested with an airy chuckle.Â
âDonât you worry, baby,â Bucky smirked from across the table, âweâll help keep you upright.âÂ
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Pairing: Mountain Man Silver Fox Nomad!Steve Rogers | You.Â
Trope: Neat and clean âcivilizedâ Princess-like young trophy wife X Filthy beast of a wild and scary man who only got her because he has the power.Â
Description: In a desperate attempt to save your life from the wrath of the mountain people that your friends and you stumbled upon and accidentally killed on a hike gone wrong, you had to offer yourself up to their Leader to use as a âresourceâ. But little did your âhusbandâ know, you had been actively getting rid of his seed to avoid actually getting pregnant. Naturally, when he does find out, he is very unhappy⊠And also very determined to make sure you don't make it out of your punishment without a child, or two.
Warning(s): Dubcon, barbaric!Steve, breeding kink (gone wild), unprotected p-in-v, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, missionary, he has a wife bod kink (but it is inclusive), misogyny, smut with perhaps too much plot, fear kink, size kink, exhibitionism, possessiveness, jealousy, age gap, hair pulling, spanking, biting, allusions to painal and Steve being a teasing sicko about it but he doesn't actually penetrate, overstimulation, dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, boob play, squirting, Lloyd makes an appearance with his own young bride, dacryphilia (it's me), self degradation, Stevie is a perverted old meanie, infantilization, mind break.
Disclaimer: Very loosely based off of the movie that I do not own. You don't need to know it to read this piece but do note that it takes place in a fictional setting. Minors do not interact.Â
Inspo-ish: This post.
Note: For someone who was on their period, I should not have been this horny. But I need this marriage, now. Ps, though this rotted in my drafts for a long time⊠in honor of Chris growing out his beard again, ig.
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You have no idea how long it has been since that fateful twilight when everything changed in your life, leaving you to a lifestyle you could never have even imagined for yourself. Â
âEat up, womanâ but as your barbarian of a husband commands you in his rough and animalistically deep voice, you cannot help but break out of your reverie and shudder at the sight of the barely cooked meat piled high on the platter in front of the two of you. âSo you can bear me healthy childrenâ although you're the one who was made to prepare his beastly dinner -that never fails to leave you aghast when it's gorged down- as you're his wife, you cannot help but gag under your breath and feel disgust for the loaves that sit before you in the company of a tall stone carved jug that brims full of the foul smelling mead that your husband is ardently fond of.Â
You muster up your best coy smile. Keeping up the appearance of a happily mated pair is important. Or people stare. And then the old man becomes unpleasant. âI had quite a lot while I was cooking, dearâ your lies sting your tongue out of the fear you feel of getting caught, but the mere hope of not doing so is better than eating this. âY- You go aheadâ you slowly turn in his muscle hardened lap, that you are always to sit on, to give him a small smile but your expression almost transforms into one of horror because of how wildly your heart jumps at the sight of his stern, predator-like face. You are quick to recover though, as it is a usual occurrence.Â
âYou need it. You work so hardââ there is just something about his rough looks that never fails to send a chill down your spine. You have never seen anything, let alone an actual human man like him before.Â
A beard as thick as the very forest his people populate and as dark as the nights can get here in the absence of lanterns due to the heavy trees, age that streaks some of his gold locks with its silver has not marred the sternness of his jaw that remains firmly set under the heavy mane of his facial hair. His shoulders seem akin to the mountains that surround his village and his piercing dark eyes the mysterious waterfall that flows some way down south from the entrance of the settlement. The frightening mass of his shoulders is so toned that if the barely noticeable wrinkles that sometimes appear under the dark of his eyebrows and next to the crow-feather like lashes that frame his eyes, he can easily be mistaken for a man in his primeful late twenties and no older. His unrelenting strength and wolfish stamina would only further serve to bear testament to the misconception.Â
Your strict husband bluntly catches your shaky hand that you extend in his direction to feed him some of the meat, the force that he uses coupled with the coarseness of his skin making you jump. You bite back a yelp and whimper when you look up at his dark blue eyes from where you were watching his bearded mouth to carefully place the food in.
âI don't careâ Steve does not care much for being polite -unless it is you who disregards it in your behavior-, especially when it comes to you denying or diverting his âcareâ for you. âYou eat moreâ you bite back the scowl that threatens to break onto your face from how he turns your hand around in your direction instead. âWives always need to eat more. They do so much at home for husband and childrenâ he probably feels proud of these âvaluesâ that have been transmitted to him by his elders. But all they make you want to do is to crack him across the jaw for being a misogynistic and backward shithead. Especially with you.Â
Your âhusbandâ believes that everyone has a role to play; a contribution to make to their people and home. That is how this archaic village of theirs has survived in these mountains hidden away from the rest of the world for so long.Â
The greasy piece of a disturbing excuse of a rare steak touches your lips and you've been here long enough to know better than to argue or worse yet, fight. So you smile and lean into his arm that cases your form against his through the embrace he holds you in from behind, his fingers playing with one of the many flowered braids your attending ladies had put in your hair a bit before his arrival at âhomeâ.Â
âO- Of courseâ you reluctantly open your open and grip your flowy dressing gown for a semblance of support for your sanity, taking the smallest bite you can -which is still a lot as the man pushes nearly the whole piece into your mouth the moment you open up- as you keep your eyes trained on his to avoid looking down. Your mind always becomes more aware of the taste when you look. âThank you, dearâ you focus on swallowing it without gagging and feel your smile split in places because of how uncomfortable you are.
He probably notices it because he slightly raises one eyebrow and snorts before hugging your smaller form -that is tiny compared to his- closer and puts the rest of the piece in his own mouth. If there is one thing you have learnt in your time with him, it's that you can never fool him. Not really. No matter how well you may think you have lied or pretended, he always sees through it.Â
Sometimes you suspect he even enjoys it.
Steve finally begins to eat himself, silently offering you another piece that you politely reject by shaking your head and then quickly pressing an apologetic kiss to his scruffy cheek to lighten the blow. Apparently, a wife can never be polite enough to her husband. And though the change in his expression begins with an unhappy frown, your show of âaffectionâ seems to suffice him and he relaxes in satisfaction, now looking down the long table and at his clansmen and maidens that sit enjoying their dinner, their chatter and laughter a dull roar in the large eating hall of the Leader's dwelling. You pick up the heavy jug of mead with both your hands and obediently hold it to his lips to sip from. Steve looks away from what one of his main men are saying and gulps down a mouthful, rubbing your back as a gesture for thanks before moving his hand quickly down to squeeze your ass to heighten the effect of his expression of gratitude.Â
His form shakes in mirth when you yelp and blush. He knows how embarrassing you find being openly âaffectionateâ in front of people and that is one of the reasons why he enjoys it so much besides showing off that a thing of such beauty and youth like you is all his. You rest the jug between your boobs that he has fucked and squeezed into increasing in size and use your other hand to gently finger and stroke his golden locks that he keeps pushed away from his face outside the bedroom. Though he says nothing, you feel his usually vigilant and always firm stature slowly soften and you cannot help but smile, though what he says next quickly deflates it.
âDo you feel any change in you, wife?â You know what it means and now it's you who becomes tense. He only uses that name for you when he speaks to you as a husband inquiring about your marital matters. âHas my seed attached to your womb yet? Does it grow there?â You gulp and feign shyness, moving closer to his hair and nuzzling yourself in him. âHm?â He closes his hugging arm around you and reaches for your stomach, fingers groping your covered skin as gently as he can -which isn't much- to feel it. âAnswer meâ he demands when you refuse to speak.Â
âI⊠I don't know, husbandâ you always promise yourself that you'll demand more rights for yourself; ask him to treat you like the other husbands treat their wives, only to fail the minute he enters your vicinity.Â
âWhat does that mean?â His tone turns blunt and you whimper at the tightness that snaps back in place between his shoulders.Â
You get it.
That was the deal, after all.Â
Healthy children in exchange for your life that was required by their judicial laws for bearing false witness to your friend accidentally killing one of their people in mistaken defense. Steve had promised you before accepting you as a citizen that if you failed to fulfill your task you'd walk the darkness in the dungeons. He had shown you how it would be before declaring you a member of their tribe and the sight you had seen was something that had given you nightmares for days.Â
But that did not mean you actually wanted to have your old captor's children.
You doubted it would ever be something you'd look forward to.
âI- I meanâ regret shoots up your spine in the form of fear and you lose your speech to it momentarily. But then two of your main attending ladies -by that you mean Steve's top agents when it comes to you- enter the horizon of your sight and you hurriedly blubber out the first thing that comes to your mind. âI've n- never been pregnant before, s-o I d- don't know how toâŠâ Your husband turns to look at you, his handsome features twisting into a rogue scowl but before he can scold you, one of the two ladies, Kaira, speaks in their language to Steve.Â
Not everyone here can speak English and those who do speak it do so a rather odd version of it. Naturally, you don't speak their language and so they give you the full experience of an outsider when they need to discuss the business they want to keep private from you. The thought makes you want to laugh, like you'd be able to do something with whatever informations they withhold.
But it doesn't really bother you, because you don't care.
You've also learnt that ignorance is bliss here.Â
Especially for someone like you.
Better to be the doe eyed trophy wife of an angel who can't tell her head from her ass.
âIs that so?â Your heart jumps when Steve chooses to speak English. That means that this definitely concerns you. You place the mead down and wrap one arm around his broad shoulders before nervously combing his thick beard with your other hand. Since you have no interest in or desire to learn their language, the only word you manage to pick up on when you focus really hard is âbabyâ and that is solely because of the annoying amount of times it comes up for you.Â
âIs not this strange?â He speaks once the women step back after finally ending the nerve wracking conversation that seems to go on forever. âDo you hear what they say about you, little one?â Fuck, you're definitely in trouble.Â
He is reminding you of your place.Â
You put on your best charming smile but you're painfully aware that your nervousness gives it away. You can feel it. âW- What do they say, dear?â They were such bitches. They knew how to speak English, that's why they were your attendants, but yet they chose not to. And now they were glaring at you like you weren't above themâ oh no, not these thoughts again. You will never become like them! No, no!Â
Steve pushes his plate away now. Your head spins from the realization. It's only half finished. Your husband never wastes his food. It is a near sin for them to do so. âThey tell me the most odd thingsâ oh just fucking tell me! You mentally scream but outwardly tilt your head to the side in confusion, your chest vibrating with the rising beats of your heart. âAnd now that I think about it myselfâŠâ His fingers wrap around the mead before he raises it to his lips. âI see theââ
âWhat did they say, Steve?â Your mouth works faster than your better sense and he pauses mid sip, dark blue eyes flickering up from the stone jug to look at you. Your face flushes a noticeable hot and your ears get sweaty from the awareness.Â
Fuck.Â
âThey say you've been getting rid of my seedâ he feels played and thus angry at the both of you. Perhaps more so towards himself than you; his silly little child-wife. How could he let a thing as tender and small as you fool him so? â... Do you?â It is obvious you are guilty. Besides, he is confident that his people would never lie to him unlike one young and beautiful girl that he had found kneeling in front of him in his court while bawling her eyes out one fateful night, fear stricken as his people surrounded him like a doe trapped.Â
And of course, your expressions and reactions don't help your case, as always. âW- What? NoâŠâ Your mind becomes erratic.
âNo?â He himself knows not what kind of a chance he offers you with that. But typical to your nature, you make it easy for him by refusing it.
âN- No! Of course not! W- Why would I ever do such a thing to m- my husb- hubby and my b- babies?!â Steve has to clench down his scoff.Â
âYou wouldn't, would you?â Your naivete never fails to amuse him.
âNo! I- I don't know why they accuse me soââ you mend your speech from the archaic form that tries to leech to it everyday. âI don't know why they would accuse me of that but they must be mistaken! This is a misunderstanding!âÂ
He hums. âI seeâŠâ His scarred fingers begin to toy with your braids again. âSo you remain devoted to me and faithful to our family, don't you?â
âOf course!â You nuzzle closer to him, your heart thundering into his chest. âI don't know why they still treat me like an outsiderâ you purr as you nervously stroke his hair, playing a card of your own and making an absolute fool of yourself by doing so. âI try my best⊠like I promised.âÂ
âYes, your promiseâ his distant eyes -they get like that when you disappoint him and you hate the sight because it never fares well for you- travel down to your empty stomach. His gaze makes it wrench. Your fear skyrockets at the same rate as your anger. If only there was a way for you to get back at those bitches without having to give birth!
âI- It takes time sometimes, dearâŠâ You hug his shoulders with one arm. âBut it will happen. I know itâŠâ Your other hand reaches for his fingers that rest on your abdomen now.Â
âOh?â Steve raises one dark eyebrow at you. His hair is the most fascinating combination of blonde and dark brown. âIs that what your modern day sciences say?â His people were not always like this, he had told you. They did not originate from here. Rather, some families had abandoned âcivilizationâ when it was going to hell -in his words- by killing each other for meaningless constructs such as caste, creed and color differences and migrated up here to establish a system of their own; one free from such nonsense.Â
Apparently.
You take a deep breath. âStevieââ you only call him that when you find yourself dangerously close to the dungeons.
âIf that is what you believe in, wife,â he never cuts you off. Usually, that is. His age that streaks his blonde strands with its silver ones has granted him enough patience. Normally, he waits for the other person -who is most often you- to mess up themselves. But whatever the ladies have told him seems to agitate him into rebelling against his own nature today. âI'll do it your way. After all, happy wife happy life, is that not what you tell me often?â Okay, you might have said that during a particularly cocky moment in bed once.Â
But the intention behind that had not been nearly whatever he is moving towards now.Â
âY- You don't have to, l- loveâŠâ You nervously giggle. âYou're perfect the way you areâ you run your nails that he insists you keep trimmed for hygienic -as if- and practical purposes through his silver-blonde hair.
âOh noâŠâ Now he pushes his food farther away. âI will indulge you, little oneâ he moves your other leg over his laps so now you face the people down the table with both of your legs on either sides of his, ass to his⊠fuck. âTime conspires against us, and so we must make haste.â
Your eyes widen and your heart leaps up in your throat. âM- My love?!âÂ
Steve moves your flowy gown out of his way, keeping a firm hold on one of your thighs even though he doesn't really have to. Your fear of him would never let you attempt an escape. âYes, my starsâ the name is so full of sarcasm it nearly pierces you open. âLet us leave time to its devices, and us oursâ your husband is usually a very possessive and private man when it comes to you, but his ire seems to get the better of him today. You hear the buckle of his own clothes come undone. The table goes silent and heads turn in your direction once they realize what's going on. Oh no⊠Your stomach drops. Not in front of everyone. Not when Steve makes you so vulnerable in that condition. Not in front of these lowlifes!
âHusbââ blood bubbles hot under your cheeks as you feel him align himself against you.Â
Holy shit.
You feel one of his coarse hands wrap around your throat and he pulls you closer to his mouth so he can whisper in your ear. âYou will contribute, my stubborn little wife,â you whimper from the menace his words hold, your well trained cunt obediently squelching open against his thick hard tip as he lowers you on his cock with the hold he has on your thigh. âWhether you like it, or notâ sometimes, deep down, you fear that the dungeons are not an option anymore.Â
He keeps you in the horizons of his sight too much for them to be.Â
It appears as though the sentence has changed.Â
It is now Steve, or Steve.
You cry out from the strain his log-like girth puts on the narrow band of your entrance. God. You will never get used to his size regardless of how many times and ways he tames your pussy in. Yes, it does not refuse him or rip around him now as it used to in the beginning -and it did that for a long time- but the size to which his cock makes it expand is like a mini-birth. Feels like it, looks like it. Only, it feels way too good. And that's why you don't mind itâ
No. You don't know what that was or meant. But you don't take responsibility for that thought!
âOh!â The balmy velvet of your cavern grazes down the bulging veins and hard skin of the brute's cock until your petals squish against his heavy and very eager balls. Your head spins when you feel his tip tickle your cervix. It never takes his dick long to find it. Â
His hands are pushing you back up almost instantly so he can slide you back down. You look anywhere but at the tens of faces in front of you, instead choosing to look at the wall on the opposite side of the table. You never thought these people were capable of being this quiet until now when your pussy makes an embarrassingly loud squelching noise as Steve tugs you back to his leaking tip and then allows gravity to suck you back down. You desperately bite your lips and try to focus on ignoring the way your insides are beginning to thrum with the excitement and stimulation; to show these brutes that you're better than them and aren't some animal of nature. But to no avail. His slimy precum mixes too well with yours, the rough skin of his hands digs into your thighs too well and the manner in which your petals rub against his cock when he lifts you yet again -now forming a momentum- before letting you slide in again is too much for you mask with nonchalance.Â
Indifference has never been among your strong suits.
âTell me, my prettyâ Steve begins again, his dark eyes now finding the young and hormonal pack of unsuspecting boys who clearly do not know better. âHave you ever had a cock like mine?â He says it in their own language so the foolish miscreants see, understand and learn the fact that youâre only his. You belong to him and he will go to war for you, not that a pack of rug rats will ever be a cause of worry for him. âHas anyone ever fucked you as good as I do?â He switches back to the language you understand, roughly fumbling for your jaw before he grabs it and bounces his hips into yours at the same time.Â
Your traitorous legs have begun to do what they always do; fuck yourself against him -if he hasnât bound you, which he hasnât- in whatever position he has you. You only realize that your breathing has become heavier when you open your mouth to answer. âOnly you, my husband! Only you!â Your brain is running too fast for reason or reflection to catch up so you leave wondering why you answer him with the only words he has been able to teach you in his language to later. Your words are muffled as his fingers that grip the lower half of your face nearly slip in your mouth from the disordered urgency of the both of your actions.Â
âThat's rightâ your mouth falls open and you begin to softly pant in that animalistic way that you detest when he makes you watch yourself in a mirror while fucking you sometimes. In your defense, it is always unintentional on your part; you barely even notice it while taking his fucking. And yet, it is inevitable due to the force he does it with. âLook at you; dutifully fucking yourself up and down your husband's cock like a bitch in heatâ a twinge forms in your knuckles from how your fingers hold the edges of the table to aid the gliding of your fuck hole that now slams up and down his cock in a rhythm you're all too familiar with, the smacks of your bare ass slapping against his naked abdomen making appalling noises that you're too worked up to dread over right now. âAnd you're a bitch in heat for me, aren't you?â His fingers move down from your jaw to your throat. âWanting to be bred over and over again until you're so full of my children that your little belly is round and heavy to the brim, hm?â In these moments, you tell him anything and everything that he wants to hear.
Steve knows it all too well.
And he loves it.
âYes!â Your voice disappears midway from how he squeezes your windpipe. His hips meet yours midway now, the wetness of your cunt and the force of his thrusts causing for his balls to try and push past the tight boundary of your sexual cavern. âYes! Yes! I am! Please!â Your eyes roll to the back of your head when his free hand finds your petals to play with. âOhhh!â
âYou want to be bred, don't you?â He rubs your drenched pussy lips while his hard cock pistons in and out of your sopping cunt. âWant to contributeâŠ?â He chokes you once more and this time his fingers pinch one of your pussy lips punishingly at the same time and you cry out. âProvide your husband with a house full of heirs?â The oxygen in your mind depletes and your eyes flutter as a result, cheeks turning red and nerves becoming prominent on your glistening temples. Your horny yet defensive pussy finally relaxes around him a bit so it doesn't hurt his dick and he savours the moment by holding you by the curve between your legs and fucking into your form that gets limp by the moment to push you towards your first orgasm.Â
It always gets better after that.Â
For him, at least.Â
You don't choke him out so much then.
âY- Yes!â When Steve finally lets go of your throat to let you breathe, you blubber out an an answer obediently once the light returns to your eyes. Your walls stiffen around him once more. But by then he has already worked himself closer to your womb. âYes! Yes!â It is all your mind can muster.
âGoodâ he makes a point of taking both of your boobs in his hands and thoroughly massaging them to show off his ownership over you. âNow ask me to breed youâ the fence of heat that has formed around your loins becomes tighter when his hands that previously fondled your clothed breasts slip under your gown -for Steve is too possessive to actually expose you to the eyes of others- and he softly rubs your tense sides a couple times before his fingers form pinches around your hard nubs.Â
âPlease breed me!â Your voice is so loud and strained that its quality is nearly blood curdling. âPlease breed me and s- stuff me full your children!â Your hands fly to grip his from over the dress as you throw your head back and slip from the edge of your anticipation, parrotting all the words he has taught you over the course of your marriage. âOh GOD! Please!â Your back arches from the coming undone of the hot belt of expectation and scorching gratification spills from it, seeping down your legs in the form of a nearly unbearable electric feeling that transforms into a subzero energy when it reaches your toes that curl, causing them to feel as though they are freezing. âI need your b- babies so bad, hubby!âÂ
Steve's own ears blush from the heat that courses through them in the form of adrenaline as he snorts, some of his blonde strands coming loose from the push and tug that he plays with your cunt. âTell themâ his balls ache from the strength it takes him not to fill you up right then. âTell everyone that you want me to fill you up with my babiesâ since your sensitive body tries to curl and move away from the overstimulation, the older man wraps both of his hands around your thighs to keep you going. âSay it!â And he makes you say the words that he desires in the language of your spectators that look embarrassed for the first time since you got here.Â
Save for your husband's best men who look equal parts aroused and proud.Â
You want to cringe and be disgusted but your sensitive pussy is being pounded too hard for you to attempt a conjuring up of any dignity.Â
âNeed hubby babies bad!â You cry out again from memory when Steve's thick seed begins to fill you up at last. âOh, my God!â The feeling of his hot cum filling you up and painting every inch of your sensitive walls penetrates your already hazy mind and the warmth that steams out of the pearly liquid steams its way up to your womb, making you shudder at the feeling. Your opening tightens around him in protest of the overstimulation and it instead causes for a barrage of bitter-sweet electric sparks to explode through your abdomen in the form of a half post-climax orgasm. Your body grows tired.
But your insatiable is far from done.
âFlattering, but noâ Steve pushes you against the table before standing up when he is done fucking his orgasm as deep as he can reach into you. âThe father of your children will sufficeâ your eyebrows furrow at his words but the older man does not give you a chance to ponder over them because now he is hooking his hands under your thighs that your rapid and messy fucking has covered in both of your juices.Â
âW- What?!â Your vision is hazy and your mind dazed as you incoherently tap about. âWhat'sâ oh!â You wince from how much easier it is for him to move inside your worked open and much lubricated but torturously overstimulated walls now. âOh! OhâŠâ Your hands blindly feel behind you to try and get him to stop. âOh, no! No, please!â You cry out weakly, your upper body hanging low in the opposite direction from the exhaustion.Â
âNo?â The older man darkly chuckles, paying no mind to your flailing. âYou think you can say that to me?â One of his hands desert their post on your thighs to roughly grab at your hair. He hasn't forgotten what started all this. âYou think you have the same rights as everyone else around here, wife?â
But you're scowling from the burning pain in your walls, mind hazy and unwise. âStop! Stop!â Your puffy folds ache from how his stiff skin rubs against them as he moves in and out of you at a normal pace⊠for now. âIt hurts, stop!âÂ
âThat is the part and parcel of having childrenâ your body curves outwards as he pulls you further back and closer to himself by your hair. âAnd is that not why you're here?â His cocky tone along with the hungry and wondering eyes of the wildlings make you angry. âWhat you were spared for in the first place?â A twinkle in the eye of a man pisses you off andâŠ
âIt hurts, you old bastard!â Your young blood gets the better of you and your mouth runs before sense can catch up. âStop, stop, stop it!â Since your hair holds you closer to him you manage to land a few smacks to his rock hard arms before you try to snake your fingers under his to pry off the hand that he coils around your thigh in a weak attempt to move away.Â
Steve only chuckles, clearly unfazed by your fighting as he bounces your smaller form up in the air with each thrust. âDid your mother not teach you anything, wife?â He lets go of your hair only to restrain both your arms on the small of your back. âGood girls never tell their husbands noâ your body flops forward again and you've no choice but to face the long table full of people. âThey lay down pretty with their legs spread and let their husbands fill them with their children and then they express their gratitude for being granted a family.â Though your mind is confused and rather disoriented from the influx of sensation, you can make out new additions to the crowd of your humiliation from the corners of your vision.Â
âUgh!â You grunt from the rapid jabs he gives to your sore pussy, his firm hold nearly searing into your wrists. âI don't wanna have your stupid blonde babies!â Steve breathlessly lets out a real laugh at that. âLet go!âÂ
âThereâ he can swear he will never tired of you breaking the little character of the obedient wife that you so naively think you have mastered only to break it when he has you all riled up like this. âRight there, easy nowâ his other hand leaves your lap and he pushes your head down and against the table in the most condescending manner imaginable. Steve has got you to expose yourself for the brat you are, no need for play anymore. âNow I make a bunny out of youâ his dark eyes now meet with those of the boys sitting at the other end of the table and his use of their language is a silent message. The Leader knows how his wife is desired. And he doesn't appreciate it in the least. The young males all panic and look away, gulping to themselves and praying for their lives.Â
You try to struggle again, your lip curling in disdain and protest as you feel him fuck his cum right up your cervix. The bitter pleasure you get from it makes your head spin and your fingers and toes flex defensively. âOoof!â Your cheek rubs against the table and you puff out your face to express how tense you feel down there.Â
âBratâ Steve shakes in silent mirth as he reaches for your ass with the hand that he was holding your face down with. âDon't you move a muscle.â You're too busy rocking over the table and being held down to try.Â
âHubby, please!â You whine when one of his veins twitch deep up your walls and your knees shiver from the sensation. âPlease!â Maybe if his cock wasn't so comically huge, it would have been easier to move past the rough friction of your raw, orgasm worn skins. But it is and so you are ready to abandon the dam that begins to form in your abdomen again if it means to avoid this pain. âOwwwiee!â
âAwâ Steve cooes as he now moves to a pace that falters your vision and causes for the great table to shake with each thrust that he gives you. âSo small and sore, aren't we?â The spank he lands on your unsuspecting ass right after is the stark opposite of his tone. âMaybe we shouldn't act out so much when we are so weak and pathetic, huh, wife?â
âOooof!â One of the shyer ladies get up before she carries her young son who stood next to the group of the young ones away and the realization of the fact that your spectators are all real people who see you everyday and will continue to do after this drips down your limbs like ice cold water. Your hips cannot help but clench from the embarrassment that you dully feel in some part of your mind way far at the back. âHubby, please!â The spanks increase with each snap of his hips and though the turmoil between your legs takes up most of your sensory powers, your cheeks now begin to noticeably sting from the pain that builds from how the swings of his hand against your poor ass increase with each thrust.Â
âPlease?â Steve muses like he isn't balls deep into you and fucking the literal daylights out of you like a crazed heathen. âOh, but I thought I was a mean old bastardâ of course, your pleas always only mean that you want more, according to the brute you are married to. They cannot mean anything else, apparently. âAnd you didn't want my stupid blonde babiesâ you grunt from the frustration and land a helpless fist on the table. You are in an uncomfortable tug of war between the mutilation of your sensory glands and the tall barrage of tight hot anticipation that cannot help but form in the base of your stomach again because of how hard and rough he fucks you.Â
Your husband's main man, Lloyd, laughs in a comically daft voice to tease you and be the insufferable asshole that he is. âYou've got yourself a feisty little pup there, Steveâ he is the only one who can refer to the blonde haired man by his name. Or maybe, he doesn't care to use the honorific and his usefulness backs him up. You wouldn't be surprised if the latter really is the case. âDon't you agree, my sweet?â He side hugs his own young bride who ironically is one of the sweetest and perhaps the only nice person in this entire village and Lloyd grins down at the girl whom you now notice is blushing furiously.Â
Before you can let the humiliation swallow you whole, Steve spreads your burning cheeks and chuckles at the sight he finds glistening and blinking up at him, the madenned hammering of his cock unceasing. âLook at this adorable little button of yours, darlingâ you are not personally familiar with any of the faces that witness you trying to pathetically crawl away when your devil of a husband begins to tickle your pucker so you realize it was actually not quite hitting you as bad as it does now when you become hyperaware of Rainie's gaze. If it weren't for how your eyes roll because of Steve's hot seed shooting deep up your cavern again and nearly searing into your very flesh this time around from the brutality of it all, you reckon you would have tried to hide. But now all you do is let out choked blubbers as your wide eyes sting from tears due to the sensory overload. âI think it's time we deflowered it, what do you think?â Â
Oh, no.Â
His cock is not something that you can handle in your ass without splitting all over the place!
âNo answer? No?â It feels as though you are the one who is cumming and not Steve because of how good he is at wearing the mask of nonchalance. âHm,â he roughly pulls you backwards by your hair before hooking an arm around your waist to keep you from trying to get away from how he toys with your trembling pucker. âMaybe we should let sweet Rainie decide for you, hmâ?â
âOH, GOD!â You cannot help but scream over him.Â
He is too much.
Steve ignores your exclamation, thrusts delayed -more jab like- but so strong that his tip spears into your cervix with each thrust, thus causing for your head to spin from how he chooses to fuck out his orgasm. âShe's your friend, isn't she?â Steve's beard gently stings the sweaty and teary skin of your jaw from how his mouth presses into your ear. âAren't you, Rainie dear?âÂ
Yep, you are never looking her in the eye ever again.Â
âAnswer him, sunshineâ Lloyd eggs his wife on and you notice through your cloudy vision that he is making her palm his own bulge. You nearly cringe back into Steve's chest from the obscenity of it all.Â
The girl, a new bride herself, is shy and small next to her own flesh boulder of a husband as she meekly peeks up at you through her lashes. âY- Yes, sir. We are friendsâ her voice is barely audible and both your husbands chuckle.Â
If it weren't from how a dull orgasm rips itself apart somewhere deep between your loins, you would have felt angry.
It is like the assholes know that you're friends, and they're having their fun with it.
No wonder they are best mates.
âGood, goodâ you can feel Steve's cum splattering your thighs with each brutal jab, the sound and sprays of his shaft making a mess of your juices underneath your dress ample in its audibility. âSo, do you think it's time your girlfriend's dirty little button was opened up, hm?â He keeps one hand on your pucker and reaches for your boob to grope with the other.
Rainie blushes again and furiously lowers her head the moment her eyes connect with yours. Though you don't know it, her own has been deflowered not too long ago and she isn't sure what response would be favourable by you, so that and the embarrassment of the Leader questioning her for something like that about his wife when she is on amiable terms with the girl makes her choose silence for as long as allowed. And her own husband cockily leaning into her and mansplaining into her ear how it would work for you by comparing it with what he did to her pretty ass only makes her curl further.Â
âShy little thing, isn't she, my precious?â So your husband turns his unwelcome attention back to you, bending the both of your bodies forwards so he can smack your asshole with the back of his hand easier, the impact making you rock violently forward. âMaybe you should learn some manners from her, huh?â The howls you let out from getting your pucker pinched and hit is something you would rather not narrate. All you choose to disclose of that ordeal is that sobs echo in the hall, another orgasm rips out of you and you are sure your body releases more liquid than normal for an average orgasm. âLook at how polite and nice she is, hm? While all you want to do is to curse your husband and be an ungrateful little slothâ it sounds as though a newfound annoyance causes him to grit his teeth towards the end and the tip of his fingers finds recourse in seeking for itself a passage past the tight barrier of your unwilling button as a result.Â
And so your mouth begins to run in the desperate way he loves. âN- No, no, no hubby! No!â You vehemently shake your head as you feel your knees start to buckle from the exhaustion. âI- I didn't mean it!â The bearded corners of his mouth pull into a deep smirk. He knows its coming, and he loves it.Â
âYou didn't?â How can he not when he is the one who trained you to it and taught you the words to say during.Â
âNo! No!â Your voice comes out child-like from your mind's succumbing to its defeat. For the day, at least. âI d- didn't!âÂ
Steve is a jackhammer in how he fucks his children into you and works towards giving you more. âOh, I seeâ now he speaks to you like an elder speaking to a young one, like you are no older than five winters. âThen, will you tell me why you said such naughty words to your husband who does so much for you?â He knows you're small now and so he chooses his words accordingly.
After all, it is Steve's meticulous tailoring of your mind and body which brings you to act out this specific sequence.Â
Nothing less, nothing more.
Just this.Â
A shrew tamed into a compliant wife equipped with the mind of a babe.Â
He may never admit it outright simply because it goes against his very code of life but Steve knows in his heart of hearts that it is this very push and pull you put up in your own passive little way that keeps him alert and your marriage interesting.Â
Addictive.
âIs âcauseâ hnnng, causeâ!â He pulls both of your bodies back up with the intention of turning you to face him but he chooses not to do it just yet. He wants you, those silly boys and everyone else who suspects that his judgement grows soft because of his fancy for your youthful beauty and adorable personality, to hear it. Steve can always pull you right back down if wants. Your reins will always be in a hand's reach to him. Just because he lets you sneak in your foolish ways sometimes doesn't mean you've conquered his nature-gifted better sense.
âBecause, what?â Everything in life calls for balance and so each time your misbehavior that you think you hide so well from him begins to rise above a level he deems no longer amusing, he is there to hammer it down.Â
Quite literally.Â
âBecause I am j- just an i- impudent,â Steve grunts and moans, feeling his cock twitch from how you always mispronounce imprudent when you are in this state. He taught you that word and true to your little baby self and mind, you can never get yourself to say it right. âLittle wife and I am a d- dumbyââ
âFuckâŠâ Steve feels a drop of cold sweat trickle down his back from your little vocabulary. He feels himself pant from how hard he fucks you, his windpipe alight from the friction caused by the air he heaves in with each desperate inhale.
You are a proper trouble; something he has never had before, and he loves it.
ââ D- Dumby sloth who dunno any real worries besides e- eating and b- being spoilt b- by my lovu hubbsyââ your tongue is kinetic jelly between your teeth and Steve has begun to moan from how fucked stupid you sound. âSo I get shtoopid and u- ungatefulâ Steve cannot contain it anymore. In a fevered and desperate confusion of how to express the thunderstorm you cause in his head, he slaps your hair away, causing for some of the flowers to go flying about, and sinks his teeth into your flesh, growling so deep into your skin that you feel the vibrations cause ripples in your blood. Perhaps that is what Steve yearns to taste. âB- But husby always fixesâ your head goes limp against his as he sucks your skin like a crazed animal for you lose a track of how long. Your vision and hearing bolts away from your comprehensive faculties like a bullet train and your body gets sucked into the vacuum of your husband's beastly grip. You are just a lifeless doll rocking in whichever direction and manner he pleases.
Next time your brain catches on with your reality, your body has been placed under his with your back against the table. You faintly notice when your dress begins to get wet that splashes of mead cover it due to your brutish husband's depraved madness.Â
âLook at me, heyâ he pats your incoherent face until your wandering gaze settles on him, teary eyes distant. âThis is the face that you will see in those of your children, and children you shall have until this residence cannot contain any moreâ his promise echoes in your buzzing ears like the bestowing of an ultimate truth upon you by some powerful deity. âThis is the face you will look up at as you spread your legs,â his tip is so swollen, raw and hot against your worn skin that you can feel it even in this state. Your features scrunch from the discomfort. âThis is the face you will kiss and cherishâ his fingers find your throat again and your eyes roll to the back of your head when he puts pressure on your windpipe. âAnd this is the face that you will look at until you breathe your lastâ he holds you until you are on the verge of losing consciousness, though letting go only to stifle the gasp you let out to resume your breathing with a hot sealing kiss.
Your muscles twitch and your body spasms in the position he has you in. Laxness washes over your limbs and you begin to violently shake from the dull and yet stinging quakes of sensation that bloom through your whole form.Â
For some dark, twisted and depraved reason, you cum from the helplessness of your situation and it is present in Steve's amused and proud smirk that the knowledge is not lost on him. Swiping an arm around you from behind with an air of satisfaction, he collects your limp body closer to his and walks off to your chambers with your drenched sexes still connected, leaving a crowd of embarrassed, curious, satisfied as well as tamed spectators in his wake.Â
You surrender yourself to him and close your eyes as your body collapses on top of his. Your mind barely works but you know one thingâ fact as clear as day; you are not making it out of this without at least one child on the way.Â
And there isn't a single thing you can do about it.
. . .
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Let Your Daddy See
Summary: Your boyfriend, Ransom knew you had a crush on the owner of the local bakery. He sees you practically drooling as you watch his hands kneading dough. Always making excuses to go to Andyâs work during his demos. Getting all flustered when he smiles at you, even offering a private lessonâŠif you want Andy, you can have him. For one night. But itâs Ransomâs choice. Enjoy.
Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader X Andy Barber
Rating: explicit
Warnings: Â explicit language, explicit sexual content, teasing, dumb sex jokes, âsurprisesâ, threesome, unprotected sex, PIV sex, anal sex, dumbification, degradation, double penetration, creampie, cameras, surprise! 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 3.7K
Ransom Drysdale Masterlist
Andy Barber Masterlist
You take a quick peek up, and are met with his beautiful blue eyes. Close enough to see the speckling of different hues of blue. His mouth turns up into a smile, and you quickly look back down at his hands. Pushing forward, and pulling back. His veins pop up on his arms and hands with the motion. Cords of his muscles ripple on his forearms. The man did more than bake pastries. He had to have a clear an amazing workout routine that you would love to sit and watch.
Since Andy had opened Butter & Buns you found every excuse to come here on a regular basis. It had nothing to do with Andy, but his goods, at least thatâs what you told yourself. He honestly does make the most spectacular delicacies. And the way he runs his patisserie is so inviting. He had demos where he made the fresh breads right in front of you.
And he is even going to be starting classes. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât think about how he would teach. Would he be the type of man that stands behind you, hands on yours as he shows you how to properly make bread? Or would he be the teacher that stands in front of you while his eyes pay more attention to the curves of your body instead, and you learn nothing at all?
He told you about the classes first of course, letting you know you are his favorite customer. You gaze over his arms again as he pushes and pulls the dough. Developing the glutens, and mixing in the butter. It is heavenly to watch. A bit distracting, but only due to how effortlessly he did that. Like a skilled ballerina up on stage. It flows and has an odd beauty to it.
âAre you getting your usual, Sweet Buns?â a girlish giggle brushes past your lips, and the quick glance up at him sends heat to your cheeks. Andy has this way of making you feel like a schoolgirl. Even your hands are clammy, and your throat dries up. âOr can I suggest something different that I know youâre going to love?â You have to look at him, but this time he catches your eyes, and you linger the hold. You couldnât look away.
âYeah, of course,â your voice is a whisper as you nod your head, and switch the weight on your feet.
âOh, give me a break,â Ransom rolls his eyes beside you, and you give him a little nudge with your shoulder. He is ruining this for you.
âWhy donât you grab our coffees, and Iâll get the treats?â He smirks, rolling his eyes again. Itâs one of his favorite things to do, but he does walk away to go to the front of the counter, leaving you and Andy alone. âIâm sorry about him.â
âYouâd think your husband wouldnât come in with you if heâs so easily annoyed,â thereâs a slight twinkle in Andyâs eye, but you canât quite figure it out.
âWeâre not married,â you answer quickly, showing him your bare finger. âNot even engaged. HeâsâŠâ Ransom peeks over towards you, pursing his lips, and narrowing his eyes before ordering the coffee. âWhat are you wanting to suggest to me?â Changing the subject off your relationship is the best course of action.
âI was playing around with croissant ideas. Itâs not traditional, but itâs lemon meringue.â
âIt sounds perfect,â almost as perfect as his ass walking to the sink to wash his hands. He meets you down at the register, handing over Ransomâs usual mini scones before giving you his newest creation. It looks amazing, and perfect. Just like him.
âI made this specifically with you in mind, Sweet Buns,â another giggle. You love that he remembers your first encounter with him, and it has since become your nickname. Your hand brushes against his as he hands you the receipt, and his eyes linger on you as you make way to Ransom.
âI made this specifically with you in mind, Sweet Buns,â he mocks what Andy says as you sit down across from him. âWhy donât you admit you got a crush on the baker.â
âI donât, and heâs a pastry chef,â Ransom blinks at you a few times before taking a bite of your croissant. He doesnât want to react, but he does. A soft little moan travels up his throat, and you shimmy your shoulders. âSee.â
âYou completely ignored what I just said,â of course you did. Itâs a silly conversation that wasnât going to get either of you anywhere.
âI ignored you because I donât have a crush on Andy.â
âAhh, you just want him to fuck your sweet buns, huh?â You give him a little kick under the table, smiling at him. It is fascinating to see him get a bit jealous. He knows who you go home to, and who you want to spend the rest of your life with. âIf he gets your sweet buns, what do I get?â
âYou can have the warm muffin.â
âI love it when you talk dirty. So I can have the warm muffin, he gets the sweet buns, what are we going to do with your mouth?â He raises his eyebrows in a suggestive way, and now itâs you thatâs rolling your eyes.
âShut up!â You playfully say, nudging your foot at him. âYou know I love you, right?â Smiling, he nods his head, taking another bite of your pastry. Rude. âBut I do quite enjoy your wheels turning. Are you seriously dreaming about him with us?â He shrugs his shoulders.
âStop eating my food. That was made just for me.â
âUnless heâs got another sweet buns that heâs not telling you about,â you are his only Sweet Buns. Andy didnât have others that he is like this with. Youâve watched him. âIf we do this can I frost your muffin and turn it into a cupcake?â You burst out laughing, throwing your head back dramatically. He is silly, even if you love his play on words.
âWhat is wrong with you?â Or better yet, why did he have to wait to frost your cupcake?
âOr I can always call it a pie shell. Wonât you let me make a cream pie,â heâs saying words, and youâre not sure how serious he is. Youâd let him if heâd ask.
âAlright, thatâs enough. Letâs go home.â
âMaybe he can butter your buns,â heâs so obnoxious sometimes. âKnead your dough. Oh oh! Maybe frost your cake,â you give a quick little wave to Andy, trying to shoo Ransom out of the shop before Andy hears what he is saying. How embarrassing. Or maybe not.
ââ
âRansom! Baby, Iâm home,â throwing your keys into the bowl, you remove your shoes. Slowly undressing now because it is Friday, and you are tired of this bra. âRansom?â You couldnât smell any cooking, so you figured he must want to go out tonight, youâll have to persuade him to order in. You just want him, the couch, and reruns.
âRansom?â You say his name one more time as you pull your shirt over your head, and take off your bra. Heâll be happy to see your titties free. Thatâs how you make sure he just orders in, and you can stay with and watch television.
âRansom? Oh my god!â Your arms fly over your chest as Andy smiles at you devilishly. âWhy are you in my house, and in my fucking room?â
âIt does look like a nice fuckingâŠroom,â creep. He was attractive in his place. Being alone in your house with you. And⊠âRansom, she did make a great entrance,â your boyfriend steps out of the en-suite, and you look between the two of them. The little slut!
They are up to something, and you just want to rest. In between them. âWhat is this?â
âAngel,â uh uh. Anytime Ransom starts a sentence with that, heâs up to something. Needing you to forgive him immediately. And of course that makes sense since Andy Barber is in your bedroom with you and your boyfriend all while your arms are over your chest, covering yourself.
Rolling your eyes, you happen to catch a peek, and Andy is a full mast. Pants are completely tented, and you feel a rush of heat pool at your core. Heâs as big as you imagined, bigger even. This is about that conversation you had Butter & Buns! Ransom brought this man here for a threesome, and both men are ready to go.
âI had some thoughts about our conversation the other dayâŠâ
âAnd I overheard everything,â oh my god! Andy overheard every stupid joking detail. This is too much. âAnd I approached Ransom.â
âNo, you didnât. I went back to the buttery buns, and approached you.â
âYou stuttered, and couldnât get the question out, so I proposed a deal. I get your ass, if you agree.â
âBut Iâm in control,â it is like watching a ping pong match as the two of them go back and forth. Each making sure you know that theyâre more manly than the other with no regard of what you want. You didnât ask for this. Ransom and Andy just assumed. They didnât exactly assume wrong.
You have dreamed of this very moment. You didnât want Andy in your life, you just wanted him in your body. Have a little fun with your boyfriend. He did say his fantasy was to watch you be destroyed before he joins in. Watch as your cunt is being refused stimulation, and he waits for you to beg before joining in. You just donât beg. You never beg.
Okay, maybe you have dreamed about the man destroying you being Andy once or twice. But the principle of the matter is they didnât ask. âAngel, if you didnât want me to know that you have fantasized about this, maybe you shouldnât leave your fucking journal open on the bed. With a very detailed explanation of what you want Mr. Butters and me to do to you.â
âYou caught that, huh?â Ransom is far from being dumb, but sometimes he just needs a little nudging, especially since you found out that he wanted Andy to be the man that joined you. You gave him a little hint by leaving your journal on his side of the bed.
âYou made it obvious. So quit playing coy. On your knees. I can literally smell your arousal. You know I know your cunt better than you do. On your knees, and let Andy fuck your ass. I wonât ask again. And be a good girl, and drop your arms. Go on. Let me see.â
Heâs such an ass when heâs right. You let your arms fall, and you glance towards Andy. His eyes coast down your body as you start to pull your pants down. Andy licks his lips as he stares at your pebbled peaks. Heâs ready to devour you. Ready to turn you into the mush, and become completely pliable like his doughs.
You came home tired, but a new sense of invigoration courses through your body as the bed dips down with your weight. Leaning forward you let your head rest completely on the mattress, and your ass full on in the air. Both men walk behind you, their eyes taking in your sex before Ransomâs lithe fingers move through your folds.
âSheâs soaked,â he moans before slapping at Andyâs hand. âNope, you canât touch her until I say so. You must inspect the goods. She expects this from me. See,â he pulls you apart at the seam. Spreading you out fully for Andyâs hungry eyes. âThe tightest pussy Iâve ever felt. But thisâŠthis pretty little hole,â Ransom spits down at your puckered entrance before rubbing it around your muscle.
âThis is going to be all yours. You canât have her needy little cunt. But her ass is just as greedy, watch,â you whimper as he presses a finger past the tight rim. Pushing yourself back into him. âGo on, Iâll warm her up, but you get nice and lubed. She has a bit of an attitude problem, but you fill her up, and sheâs the most obedient little sex doll, arenât ya? Such a little slut drunk on cock.â
Your brain goes fuzzy as you anticipate two cocks at once. Overwhelmed is a perfect word for it. Feeling all the feels, while Ransom pumps his finger in and out of you, and his sinful mouth never shuts up. âYou can come in her or on her, but you canât have that tight little pussy, okay?â Andy groans, coating his cock in lube.
He fists his thick veiny member a few times, starting to move closer. Ransomâs need for mirrors in the bedroom is paying off. Youâre able to see Andyâs wide body and thick hands take in your holes. He looks massive behind you. âSheâs so pretty when she gets stuffed, too. Look at her, ass in the air, and ready to be fucked so hard. In and out. Filled fully. Every little hole.â
Andy clears his throat, and Ransom reluctantly pulls his finger out of your ass. Smiling when you whine at the loss of him. Starting to rock on your knees because you need a replacement. âEasy, Sweet Buns,â his thick hands grab tight to your hips, digging into your skin with so much force you hope it bruises. Andy teases your tight hole with his cock. âYou going to be a cockslut for us?â
âMhmm,â mewling as his blunt mushroom tip breaches your entrance. Your fingers grip tight to the bed, and your eyes shoot open, trying to find your boyfriendâs handsome face. Staring at him with so much need as Andy slowly sinks into you. Doesnât stop until heâs balls deep in your ass, and you're ready for Ransom to fill you up, too. You need him. It isnât fair you canât have him, too.
âShh,â he sighs, petting your face. âLet big daddy Andy have some fun, okay?â You nod your head, but reach towards Ransom. Holding onto his hand as Andy slowly pulls out of you, and crashes back into your warmth. Yipping when he does it again quickly.
You never look anywhere, but Ransomâs handsome face. The way heâs adoring you even more for allowing your crush to own your ass. Rutting into you at such a steady pace, and yet you still feel empty. Ransom belongs in you as well. âYouâre doing such a good job.â
âSweet buns, you should really get on top of me. Let your boyfriend watch that neglected cunt as I fill every inch of your ass. He can see that pretty pussy weeping with need for him. Crying out for him because you need him so much. Doesnât that sound good?â
âYes! Yes!â Shouting because you need Ransom to see how empty you are without him. How much you need him inside of you more than some fantasy. âPlease!â He nods his head, and Andy pulls out of you, and crawls on the bed. Letting you turn your back to him as you settle over top.
Able to watch every part of Ransom as you slowly sink over him. Moaning as your body swallows him whole, and Ransomâs eyes go to your core. Staring so hard at where he is supposed to be. Youâve already told him too many times that your body was made for him. âDo you like it, Ran?â
âYes, very much so, kitty cat,â placing your hands behind you, and on either side of Andy, you start bouncing over top of him. Letting Ransom see a part of you not filled with him letting her beg him, because you wonât with words. Your body cries for him to enter you as your arousal leaks onto Andy. âYouâre so perfect,â he moans, and you go harder.
Bucking on top of Andy, and ready to whine out Ransomâs name. âMake yourself come first. You needy little brat. If you want two cocks, come. Go on. You can do it,â you slam yourself over him harder. Enjoying the view even if it's torturous. âYouâre almost there. Youâve got this. Keep going. Donât stop. That pretty pussy needs my pretty cock inside of her, huh?â
âYeah. Please. Ransom, IâmâŠâ heat and pleasure rush to your core. Itâs almost cruel to come like this. A big part of you is being ignored, and no matter what you do, Ransom isnât budging. âRansom, IâmâŠâ
âThen do it, you filthy little slut,â that does it. Pleasure shoots into every part of your limbs as your eyes roll into the back of your head. Slowing down your movements, but Andy picks up where you leave off. âClenching around nothing, and I got the front row seat to heaven,â his voice is so deep as he stares at your empty cunt.
Getting onto the bed before his lips meet yours. He tastes like sin and dessert as he swallows your moans, âYou needed this,â he says before crashing into you. Both men pause as sounds youâve never made before scream out of your lungs.
Giving you a grace period for you to adjust to just how incredibly full you feel. Stretched out in the most perfect way, and getting to have and feel Ransom finally. He fits so perfectly inside you. Youâve never doubted how he is made for you. He even feels just as much pleasure as you, just feeling how different this is. Itâs overwhelming. Blinding. Makes you feel as if youâve ascended to heaven.
Everything in your body ceases to stop functioning. Youâre just there. Existing for nothing but pleasure. Obviously for them, but what you feel is like a religious experience. Floating in the air with the most beautiful high encasing your body.
âThere she is,â Ransom coos down to you. âI thought Iâd lost you to the pleasure,â what is he talking about? Youâre just feeling. âI think you blacked out for a minute. Just kept saying my name, but barely.â
âMmm.â
âCockdrunk,â Andy is just a vessel. A tool to add to the fun. If it wasnât for the severe amount of fullness you feel, you wouldn't know he is even there. All you care about is Ransom. Head rolling around on your shoulders. âAlright, letâs flip. You just lay there, and take care of your girl, while I fuck her.â
âYou want that, baby? You want Andy to fuck you.â
âYou.â
âYouâre too far gone, baby. Yeah, weâll switch,â you want to cry as Ransom pulls out of you. Already reaching out to him as he lays down on the bed. âCome on. Câmere,â itâs Andy that helps you move over to him. Guiding you to sink over Ransom, and you start kissing on his beautiful face. âI know. I know.â
The last words you remember as Andy slams into you, and you scream. Fuck it feels so good. So full. So very full. If you could float out of your body, and watch this experience you would. The world doesnât exist. Itâs just nirvana. You try and ground yourself with the touch of Ransom, because he is perfect. Rubbing over your face. Whispering your name because you forgot.
Andyâs movements are harsh and about him getting off; Ransom is about you and him. So sweet. So perfect. So in love with him. You didnât think you could love him more, but a man willing to have another man in your bed because youâve fantasized about it is the perfect man. âRansom!â
âI know, just let go. Come on two cocks,â his hips drive up into you, and you collapse on his chest. Incoherently saying his name. âCome,â he whispers into your ears, and rockets go off in your body. Shooting endorphins and pleasure to every nerve ending as your body seizes up. This is it, the true escape of the world, and absolute bliss.
âSheâs. So. Fucking. Tight,â Andy grunts, thrusting into you so hard your body lurches forward. âSo. Fucking. Good. Ugh!â Growling behind you as his movements become irregular. âRight. There!â Itâs like everybodyâs body is synchronized. Your walls flutter around their cocks, and they each shoot warm ropes of thick cum into your body, and youâre buzzing. A high like no other.
Long weeks are meant for going dumb, and what better way to escape than this. Andy pants behind you, while Ransomâs fingers softly caress your body. His lips ghost over your skin, and you feel yourself start to drift. Feeling so comfortable and exhausted from the week.
âI thought I was supposed to come in,â you relax on top of Ransomâs body, soaking up the afterglow of his release. He feels so warm inside of you. His cum right where it belongs. He wasnât ever going to waste a drop again.
âShh,â Ransom says softly as Andy pulls out of your body.
âNo, you said if I set up the cameras, that I could fuck her mouth,â Andy rolls his eyes, grabbing a camera off the tripod and points it at your used holes. âOh, yeah, donât forget the money shot. But you wanted all her holes to be dripping in cum. It was a gift before you proposâŠâ
âJake! Shut up!â Jake Jensen mumbles something under his breath. You nuzzle into Ransom more before you drift off to sleep. Youâve never felt more satisfied. âYes, next time Iâll make sure sheâs airtight, but we got to ease her into it. And besidesâŠâ
âWe know, Drysdale,â Andy hands Jake the camera before going to his clothes, âYouâre marrying the girl, but she is okay with being used from time to time. Did you even know she was interested in Jake before her journal?â
âNope. Why would she be into him?â
âIâm right here, and I am lovable!â
âAlright, go on. Next time Iâll| make her watch herself being used first. Maybe over some sweet buns,â Ransom gives a little chuckle to Andy. âThere there, sweetheart, these men are going to leave, and Iâm going to give us a bath. The rest of the weekend is about you. Youâve had such a hard night.â
No. It was almost perfect. Almost.
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Call me crazy, hold me down
pairing: ransom drysdale x reader
summary: you met ransom in college, working as harlan's intern. when he sees you again 10 years later, this time with an engagement ring on your hand, heâs hell-bent on finding out more. he's always had a way of getting under your skin, but this time, itâs different. times have changedâand so have you.
warnings: 18+ SMUT, power play, implied cheating, jealousy, history of FWB, degradation, light breath play, fingering, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, slight age difference, canon divergence, porn w/ plot, plot twists
word count: 3.4k
âRansom? Ransom Drysdale?â
With a velvety swoosh of his overcoat, he turns to face you, sharp blue eyes landing on yours.
Standing in the gilded glow of the country club, Ransom Drysdale wore tradition like a second skinârich cashmere sweater, perfectly tailored chinos, and the kind of bone-deep confidence that only old money could bestow.
Yet he wore it all with a touch of recklessness, a lazy defiance that set him apart even as he fit right in.
The burgundy scarf draped around his neckâa vibrant, unruly splash against the muted palette of the room.
And, of course, the Gucci loafers.Â
With the heels stamped down flat and soles scuffed to oblivion, they made it clear that, among the desperate sea of elites clinging to pedigree, Ransom was both one of them, and something entirely another.
Soft, pink lips part, exhaling your name.Â
âShit.â The incredulity in his eyes replaced just as quickly with an unmistakable hunger, raking over your frame with no remote attempt at decency or subtlety. But then again, neither had ever been his style.
ââŠis that really you, Sunshine?â
Sunshine. As soon as the nickname glides off his tongue, a memory flashes into your mind - the shock of cold metal against your bare skin, warm hands gripped around your hips as they hoist you up onto a library cart, rucking up the hem of your yellow sundress.Â
You blink in quick succession, chasing the thought away.Â
âIn the flesh.â You nod, flashing him an innocent smile.Â
Head cocked in disbelief, he steps in, arms outstretched for a hug. His palm skims your lower back, the other cradling a glass of whiskey.
A heavy whiff of cologne envelops you, that familiar scent of rich vanilla and cedarwood, and itâs all the confirmation you need to know that nothing has changed.
Harvard class of â11 and '15, side-by-side members of Phi Beta Kappa honor society.Â
Youâd earned it through countless late nights and waitressing shifts, scrimping and saving just to make ends meet. And him? Well, a shiny new literature building bearing the Thrombey name may have tipped the scales.
For a moment, you let your nose brush against the soft fabric of his cable-knit sweater, whiter than the streaks of cocaine that marked his habits at Harvardâs exclusive club meetings.
As you start to pull back, you catch a flash of your reflection in his aviators, hanging from his collarâa spitting image of the Hamptons elite, you know youâve never looked better.Â
Knows he knows it too, evident in the way his fingers linger over your arm as he pulls back.Â
âWhatcha been up to?â Â
âOh, you know, just making ends meet.â
 You sigh, twirling your fingers around the empty glass in your hand.Â
ââŠhowâs Harlan doing?â
Hand-picked by the infamous novelist for a summer internship your freshman year, it was Harlan who had introduced you to his other intern. Ransom was a senior then, neither grateful nor interested in the opportunity you had to fight tooth and nail for.Â
âWell, old man hasnât kicked it yet.âÂ
Ransom sighs, shoulders sagging with an undeniable air of annoyance as his hand leaves your side, stepping back to down sixty dollars worth of whiskey in one go. His adamâs apple bobs as he swallows, eyes wandering down to the empty martini glass by your hip. He glances back up, licking his lips and pointing a signet ring-clad finger in your direction.Â
âEspresso?â
You shake your head, eyes darting down to your glass.Â
âVodka.â
He chuckles, nodding his head.
âOf course. Classic.â
You donât dwell on his words, nor the suggestive wink he shoots your way as he heads in the direction of the bar, about to fetch you both another round.
You wince, reaching forward to stop him in his tracks.
âOh no, Ran, you donât have to.â
With a raised brow, his gaze drops to where your hand rests on his forearm. You pull your hand back abruptly, as if singed by his stare.Â
A flicker of something possessive crosses his features, new interest lighting up his eyes.Â
Jaw unclenching as he settles on that familiar smirk, though itâs a little stiffer this time.Â
He raises his chin, cocking his head to the side, and the bridge of his nose catches the lighting of the overhead chandelier.Â
A small twitch in his brow as he murmurs:
âMarried, huh?â
You nod softly, pursing your lips as you glance down at the glistening stone on your ring finger.Â
âEngaged.â
âHuh.â He murmurs, blinking.
His gaze falters for a moment before they find yours again. Eyes narrowed as he leans in, voice dropping two pegs:
âYou know, between us, I always thought Iâd be the one to get married first.â
You let out a soft laugh, amusement lighting up your eyes.
âMeaning you thought Iâd never get married.â
He shrugs, mirroring the smile on your face.
âCan you blame me? I mean letâs face itâŠâ
Lips inches away from yours, a devilish grin splitting his face wide open.Â
ââŠ.neither of us were really the marriage type.â
And your heart skips a beat, a raw memory edging its way into your mind.
Coarse upholstery scraping against your cheek, the quiet creaks of wooden furniture ringing across the dorm common roomâheâs got you bent over a worn-out couch, holding you down by the neck as he sneers in your ear.Â
âDoes your little boyfriend fuck you like this?â
You blink slowly, raising your brows with a quiet breath.Â
âThat was over 10 years ago, Ransom. Iâve changed.â
He chuckles loudly, head cocking in a silent challenge.
âIs that right?âÂ
Leans in even closer to your ear, close enough to feel his warm, whiskey-soaked breath.
âBecause by the way youâve been staring at my lips, Iâd disagree.âÂ
Pink lips curl around a set of bright, sharp teeth as he grins, the edges of his wool coat dancing around your frame.
You freeze, breath hitching in your throat as he leans down, his lips grazing your ear and leaving a searing markâlike the red-hot tip of a cigarette against your skin.
ââŠtell me, Sunshine, you think you can keep your hands off me all night?âÂ
âWho is it?â
âHmm?â You mumble, mind half gone from the way his hands were gripping your hips, ass pressed against the cold marble of the bathroom sink as he rucks your tennis skirt around your waist.
The scent of expensive liquor and mint fill your senses as he grumbles against your pulse point, voice coarse and low.Â
âThat schmuck youâre marrying.â
He pulls back from the space below your jaw and in the split second your eyes meet hisâa viridescent streak of emerald amidst all that smug blue. And you know.
An electric jolt rips through your stomach, equal parts thrill and disbelief, and you throw your head back, letting out an incredulous laugh.
âDrysdale, are you seriously jealous?â
He scoffs, but his hand tightens around the swell of your hips, his ring digging into the soft flesh. Suddenly yanks you to the edge of the marble counter as you gasp, grasping at his sweater-clad chest for balance.Â
âYou really think Iâm the jealous type, Sunshine?â he murmurs, nose brushing against yours as he splays his hand over your exposed knee, warming up the skin.Â
Then, with deliberate slowness, drags the blunt tips of his nails up the inside of your thigh, making you visibly shudder.
âStill a fan of that move, huh?â He grins, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.
Ignoring your half-assed attempts to push him away, he continues to trail his fingers upward until they find their way to your core, thumbing the outline of your sex through the damp fabric of your panties.
ââŠso who is he?â He taunts, gripping you in closer, lips pressed against the corner of your mouth.Â
âRansomâŠâ you murmur, scalding under his hungry gaze as it swallows your every reactionâa sarcastic eye roll turning into a genuine show of pleasure once he shoves the flimsy lace to the side, fingertips dipping in between your folds. Â
And although you had no plans of humoring his question, Ransomâs other hand flies up to clasp over your mouth, trapping the pathetic whimpers slipping off your tongue.
He shakes his head feverishly, crooning into your ear:
âShh, wait, wait, you know what? Lemme guess.â Â
You only let out a muffled groan in response, eyes rolling back into your head at the way two of his thick fingers enter your sopping cunt, agonizingly slow.Â
âLetâs see⊠does he have a J.D.? 5 years at daddyâs law firm, promoted to senior partner before you could say nepo baby?âÂ
His fingertips find that plush spot deep inside you and you gasp, his palm muffling broken syllables of his name. His hand clasps tighter against your mouth, wholly ignoring you as you claw at his wrist:
â.. or, or, Wallstreet, maybe? You living out your dreams of being a little trophy wife, sweetheart?â
Pulls out only to add a third finger, shoving his hand deeper between your legs, forcing your knees further apart. You groan at the added stretch and he only smirks, continuing to pump his fingers in and out while ignoring your desperate gaze.Â
âOk, and this might be my personal favoriteâŠ.âÂ
A feral flash of teeth as he grins, curling his fingers upward. You can't help but arch your back, your gasp still muffled by his hand over your mouth.Â
ââŠis he one of those self-made, go-getter types? Daddy ditched mommy without a dime so he had to scholarship his way through some shitty state college?â
Faster now, dragging his palm against your clit, hand soaked with your arousal.
âTurned his life around with dedication and work ethic. Is that what youâre telling yourself, Sunshine?â
Eyes squeezed shut, you cling onto the fabric of his coat for dear life as his fingers stroke your g-spot over and over.Â
âSo whatâs it gonna be, sweetheart? Bachelor number 1, 2, or 3?âÂ
He whispers, releasing his grip from around your mouth as you gasp for air, his now-free hand dropping down to his belt buckle.Â
âF-fuck you, Ransom, HeâsâŠah, shitââÂ
A clink of designer metal is all the warning you get before heâs burying himself in you, replacing his fingers with the head of his fat cock. The words dissolve on your tongue as he pushes inside at a glacial pace, prolonging the ache of the stretch. Drags it out just as slowly, delivering a sharp slap against your clit, before sinking back in.Â
Your eyes flutter shut at the obscenity of it all, the shameless lick of his lips as he smirks at your obvious embarrassment.Â
âFuck, look at you.â He murmurs to himself as he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you in for a searing kiss, his tongue pushing past your teeth as he sets out on a relentless rhythm.
Pulls back with a wet smack to raise his free hand up to your mouth, coated thoroughly with your slick. Pushes three fingers past your lips, thrusting them down your throat, deep enough to make you gag. Your eyes roll back, clenching around his cock as you arch your back, sucking feverishly.Â
âThatâs it, show me how much you want it.â
And with his fingers still shoved down your throat, he smirks, tugging your head down to meet his gaze.
âBet he doesnât fuck you this good, huh?â
The glare you manage to give him as you gurgle around his fingers is just the edge he needs, letting out a loud groan as he snaps his hips into you harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin ringing across the bathroom tiles.Â
Your climax arrives with a strangled cry as your eyes squeeze shut, legs trembling as waves of ecstasy crash over you, your core spasming around his cock.Â
While you struggle to catch your breath, Ransomâs thrusts become erratic, grunts growing deeper in an all-too-familiar way. He pulls out with a shudder, guiding your left hand between your thighs to wrap around his slick cock. The engagement ring glints under the dim lighting as you stroke him in quick, firm pulses. Ransom hisses, eyes zeroing in on the hand wrapped around him as he finishes with a throaty groan, streaking your inner thigh with his release. Â
A soft jangle of his belt as he slides the buckle into place, while you carefully slide off the marble surface, steadying yourself.Â
âYou still havenât answered my question, Sunshine. Donât I deserve to know what kind of loser managed to tie you down?âÂ
Youâre still breathing heavy, light-headed and buzzing, yet you manage to choke out:
â⊠fuck off, Drysdale, heâs a bigger man than youâll ever be.â
He lets out a sharp laugh, hand flying up to grab your chin, smearing spit and remnants of your arousal over your lips.Â
Gives you a bruising kiss, teeth and all, just because he can.
Pulls back with a wet smack, flashing you a smirk that chills you to the bone.
âYeah? Is that why I just fucked his fiancĂ©e in a country club bathroom?â
Three days later...
âRansom Drysdale, youâre under arrest for attempted murder of the first degree. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannotââ
Ransomâs sharp chuckle interrupts the arresting officer mid-sentence. His gaze snaps over to you, standing in the corner of the living room, arms crossed and watching intently.Â
He barks out your name, laced with disdain.Â
âYouâre a cop? You gotta be shitting me.â
You take slow, deliberate steps toward him as the officer finishes reciting his Miranda rights, yanking Ransomâs balled-up fists into a set of cuffs. Ransomâs not foolish enough to resist, but he squares his shoulders, holding his ground as you approach him. When youâre close enough, he leans in, his voice dropping to a low growl, face inches from yours.
âYou slut.â He spits, all nine circles of Hell swirling in his eyes. âYou think you can fuck me over like this and get away with it?âÂ
He huffs out a breath, nostrils flaring. Glances up past your shoulder at Benoit Blanc, standing in the archway of the foyer.
â⊠this isnât over. Iâll see all your asses in court. You hear me?â
You tilt your head, eyes gleaming with satisfaction as you glance black at the arresting officer, silently signaling for one last moment.Â
âYou know, itâs so funny you mention that, Ransom.â
Crimson lips raised into sharp peaks as you smile, taking another step forward.
âCan I share a secret?â You lean in, voice barely a whisper.
âGuess whoâs leading the prosecution on your trial?â
You watch as his scowl falters, a flicker of confusion that douses the fire in his gaze.
4 years of shitty undergrad, putting up with entitled assholes like Ransom Drysdale, all so you could graduate at the top of your class and land a full ride to Yale Law. Youngest prosecutor in the state of Massachusetts to hold the title of Attorney General, just freshly appointed last week, and with a perfect record to boot.
Just one look at your first caseâa claim filed by Harlanâs home care nurse who suspected foul play, that someone had switched the labels on her med vials, nearly forcing her to administer a fatal dosageâand you knew who had dunnit.Â
Pulled a few strings to get on the shortlist for the exclusive country club that Ransom frequented, and a flash of your left hand plus a couple drinks back at his place was all it took.Â
Inebriated from the whiskey and drunk off his arroganceâanything for his sweet, innocent ray of sunshine, lapping up tales of his grandiose plans with wide-eyed admiration.
How he had swapped the labels, how he managed to cover his tracks.Â
How a damn Brazilian nurse foiled it all with her selfless resolve, getting Harlan to the ER even after administering the correct medication.Â
It was everything you needed to build a complete case against him. Â
You living out your dreams of being a little trophy wife, sweetheart?
Eat shit, Drysdale.
âSo what.â Ransom spits, rolling his eyes, but the mask slips just another inch further.
âYou donât think my lawyers can get me out of this? Itâs attempted murder, for fucks sake.â
âHmm, I wouldnât be so sure about that.â You step in closer, cocking your head to the side.
âYou know, Ran, first-degree attempted murder is punishable for life in prison in Massachusetts.â
Even closer now, his face just inches from yours, breath hot and jagged against your lips.Â
âHire all the fucking lawyers you want â I donât lose, asshole.â
A silence that feels like forever as his eyes dart furiously between yours, nostrils flaring.
And when he fails to find the familiar submission in your eyes, his smug, devil-may-care bravado is broken with a quick twitch in his browâa brief flicker of realization, concealed just as quickly under a mask of rage. He lunges forward, looking just about ready to break out of his cuffs and wring both his hands around your neck. The officer yanks back on his arms in warning.
You donât so much as flinch.
âYou vile. fucking. bitch.â He hisses, gritting through his teeth.
âHmm, takes one to know one.â
You smile, promptly stepping back as the arresting officer hauls Ransom away.Â
âYou slut! Iâm gonna ruin your life, you hear me?â The sound of jangling metal cuffs rings out in the foyer as heâs dragged out of his grandfather's estate, past Blanc who simply sidesteps Ransomâs loud tirade.
â⊠get the fuck off me!â
âSee you in court, Mr. Drysdale!â
You call, waving from the front door of the Thrombey mansion, watching the outline of Ransomâs designer sweater get shoved unceremoniously into the back of a police vehicle.Â
Through the tinted windows of the back seat, you catch the glimpse of a man stripped of his mask, a ghost from your past, face twisted in fury and defeat.
âMiss, didnât nobody tell you that gloatinâs in poor taste?â
A low, southern drawl croons from beside you.Â
You flash a smile at Benoit Blanc, whoâs watching the police car pull out of the driveway behind a lit cigar, an equally satisfied expression on his face.
âOh, I think a little gloating may be warranted.â
"Ya know... the way youâve pieced this all together is mighty impressive. You sure I can't convince you of a career as a private investigator?â
You laugh, watching the police car disappear through the dense woods.
âThatâs kind of you, detective, but the courtroomâs where I belong.â
You purse your lips, thumb absentmindedly rubbing against the band on your ring finger.Â
âPlus, I⊠may have cheated my way in a little with this one.â
Blanc shrugs, smiling around his cigar.
âI figured as much, seeing as how you and Mr. Drysdale were on a first-name basis.â
You let out a small sigh, turning to face Blanc as you extend a hand.Â
âItâs been a pleasure, detective. Couldnât have done it without your insight.â
âOh, the pleasureâs all mine.â
Cigar hanging from his lips, Blanc shakes your hand with a firm grip, before the shiny stone on your finger catches his eye, glinting in the afternoon sun.Â
ââŠthatâs a nice ring you got there, maâam. Must be a lucky fella.â
He flashes you a wink, and you have to fight the urge to smile, realizing why this strange character of a man was heralded as the worldâs greatest P.I.Â
After Blanc leaves you with a tip of his hat, you take a few steps out into the sprawling yard of the Thrombey mansion, turning around to take in the full view of the estate.Â
âPlaying life like a game without consequenceâŠâÂ
Harlanâs words echo in your headâone of the many nights youâd stayed over late, helping him finalize manuscripts while Ransom was out partying.Â
ââŠ.untill you can't tell the difference between a stage prop and a real knife.â
Lucky you that Ransom couldnât tell 10-dollar cubic zirconia from a real diamond, either.Â
After taking one final glance at the estate, you start your descent down the hill of the Thrombey estate, twisting the ring off your finger and tossing it into the dense shrubbery where it vanishes from view.
âSo long, Drysdale.â
A/N: so uhm... this might be the filthiest thing I've ever written? hope you enjoyed the little reveals in the story, had to stay true to the og genre. title credit to fiona apple
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompts | exhibitionism + piercing
pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader, feat. lloyd's friends: andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale, steve rogers
warnings | ddlg dynamics (lloyd is a soft sweet daddy.) months of no touch/orgasms. clit hood piercing (+ me not knowing much about them.) fivesome with a sixth watching; exhibitionism. fingering (vaginal + anal.) nipple play. clit focus + rubbing. overstimulation. asking permission to come + she comes hard. so much praise and encouragement. probably some light mocking/humiliation. sooo many petnames. aftercare!! :) brief alcohol mention
word count | 1,580
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an | sorry for the weird formatting? tumblr wouldn't allow me to use the bulleted list bc of too many characters i think- but ahhh omg the very last kinkmas piece đ„ș this event has been so much fun i hope you've all enjoyed the stuff i've written!! make sure to check out the event masterlist for anything you might've missed and thanks so much for reading along with me this month!! happy holidays and merry christmas to all of you sweet friends đđ
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thinking about daddy!lloyd piercing your clit hood and then inviting all his friends over to show you off đ« piercings do take time to heal so maybe he's away on a trip for a few months after it happens, and when he returns home he has his buddies over to come play with you đ you were touch-free for that time period, so by the time the big night comes you're more than ready for some attention down there
lloyd dresses you up in a pretty new dress he got while out on his trip, short with lots of cleavage showing as always. and panties are skipped entirely; they'd just get in the way. he has you wait in your room as he brings his guests in, getting everyone settled in the fancy lounge with drinks and snacks. then he sends one of his servants to bring you down from where you're patiently waiting upstairs
andy, ari, ransom, and steve all coo and fawn adoringly as soon as you appear. you recognize every face in the group quite well; these are your daddy's closest and most trusted friends, the only men he would ever allow near you besides himself. this isn't the first time they've come over to play under lloyd's supervision. while these sessions can be overwhelming with so many players involved, things never get out of hand, as each of your daddy's friends treat you with just as much respect and care as he would, himself
"there's the pretty girl. we've missed you, sweetheart," ari's cooing from his seat on one of the armchairs
"that's a cute little dress, sunshine. s'it new?" ransom winks at you as he stands near your daddy's chair, finishing a glass of scotch
"come on over, doll. your daddy said you have something very special to show us," steve says gently, patting the space on the long leather couch between him and andy
the lawyer nods at the blonde man's words, adding, "come here, honey. got a nice spot saved just for you"
lloyd's on the other couch, across from steve and andy. "go on, princess. they've all been waiting so patiently to see," he encourages you
you find your way over, sitting down obediently between the two broad men. ari comes and sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. ransom makes his way behind the couch, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back a bit
"you wanna show us, angel?" ari asks gently as he leans in a bit, helping the men on either side of you bring your legs up to bend at the knee, your stocking-covered feet falling to either side of you. when you give a timid nod, the skirt of your dress is lifted up to expose your most intimate parts to the eager men surrounding you. a soft gasp is shared as they all lay eyes on your leaking cunt, swollen and sensitive from months of neglect
"aww, little one," steve's murmuring sympathetically at the sight of your arousal
"look at that ring- so pretty, sweet girl," andy marvels at the sight of the gold loop that now runs right through the fleshy hood covering your needy little nub
"your daddy told us it's a very special ring," ari hums steadily as he reaches out and gently spreads your messy folds apart, all of the men watching as your little hole twitches. "it goes right through the hood of your sweet little clit, doesn't it baby?"
"and that means," ransom chimes in from behind as he reaches down into your low-cut top, gently collecting your tits in his hands and squeezing at them, "that every time it moves, it rubs right up against your poor little button. isn't that right, pretty girl?"
you manage to give a shaky nod, a small whimper rising in your throat as the men all close in to finally start giving you the relief you so desperately need. there's no fumbling or hesitation, each of them settling in on their own task to contribute to the system of pleasure
steve brings two huge fingers to line up right at your opening, swirling the tips around briefly in your pool of slick before steadily pushing in. "okay sweetheart, let's get this pretty little pussy nice and filled up"
ransom continues up at your chest, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your pebbled nipples. "there you go, doll face. just relax," he's encouraging as your back arches lightly, making you sink a bit down further into the couch
andy drags some of your plentiful wetness down, carefully teasing the tip of a single digit over your puckered rosebud. he chuckles when you let out a startled whine, his voice low and soothing in tone as he croons, "easy, baby. i'll be gentle, i promise"
and ari seems maybe the most pleased of them all as he begins tapping and tugging gently at the small gold ring settled so perfectly against your now hardened clit. the feeling of the metal bumping and moving against your throbbing button is already more than enough to make you squirm, ari's patient gaze settled on you as he murmurs, "look at that, so responsive, just like always. does that feel good, baby doll? here, i wonder if we just-"
the others continue masturbating you in their various ways as the man before you pulls up on the ring, forcing the hood of your clit back to reveal your swollen little nub. "there it is," ari breathes happily as he steals some of your slick, bringing his thumb up to begin swiping repeatedly over your exposed bundle of nerves as his other hand keeps its hood retracted with the ring
"oh-... o-oh..." you're immediately stumbling over your words, your breaths shuddering as your clit burns brutally beneath ari's quickening pace
"think someone likes that," steve's chuckling beside you as he stretches you out on his fingers, curling them upward to stroke against your weak spot
andy's gathered more of your arousal to coat his pointer finger as he gently begins easing it up into your tight little ass, his eyes shining with pride as you weakly take the intrusion, "yeah? you like that, baby girl? that's it, honey. you're being so good for us"
"let's see if we can make this pretty little girl come for us," ari speaks to the others as your tummy quivers, your little legs shaking on either side of you as the stimulation becomes more and more overwhelming. but as soon as your knees begin trying to close, steve and andy are holding them open, giving you no choice but to lay there against the hot leather and let the men bring you to orgasm
"remember to ask permission, baby," ransom's reminding you as his head leans down next to your ear. the hands all over your body continue, but everyone glances over in lloyd's general direction as he sits just across the coffee table on the opposite couch, watching intently with a hand placed at his chin. one of his big rules for shared play time is that you always get his permission to come
"p-please daddy," your little voice comes out begging as both your holes are fucked forcefully now with large, slippery fingers, your nipples being rolled and rubbed as your clit is flicked in rapid succession. "please, c-can i-... can i-i come?"
lloyd scoots forward a bit, giving a simple nod as he lowers his hand from his face. "go ahead, princess. being so good for daddy's friends, you can come. you've earned it, baby"
as soon as you're allowed, you let go, your orgasm washing over you with impressive force. being the first climax you've had in months, it's quite the sight to be seen
all the praise coming from the men surrounding you blurs together as your holes contract around the fingers still pumping inside you: "oh- there it is" "good, very good, little one" "look at that, coming so hard for us" "keep going, baby. keep coming, that's it" "poor little girl, needed it so bad, huh?" "so cute when she comes, isn't she? such a precious girl"
when the waves of pleasure are finally dying down, their cheers turn to softer, soothing words as their hands still against you: "did so good for us, pretty girl. we're so proud of you" "that feel good, angel? seemed like a pretty big one" "you're okay, sweetheart. here, let's get your daddy over here" âno little one, donât move. weâll take care of the mess; you just hang tightâ
everything feels like youâre experiencing it through a haze as lloyd comes over with the supplies needed for aftercare. youâre cleaned up and put in a comfy pair of fresh panties, your dress being repositioned on you to cover you up. someone wraps you in a blanket, and soon youâre safe and content in your daddyâs arms
the men all spend the rest of the night doting on you, helping keep you in a tiny headspace where you feel so safe and cared for. you get all the snuggles, tummy rubs, hair strokes, nose and cheek kisses, and gentle loving words you could ever want from each of your daddyâs wonderful friends
wow holy cow i got carried away with this đźâđš all of them at once is so much but like,, , the i need that kind of so much đđ
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For the every Cevans character, what is each oneâs favorite position in bed? đđ
Fac-i-na-ting. I have categorized them into similar positions and then broken down the specifics or variations. No, I do not know the actual names of a lot of positions. I use the terms 'top' and 'bottom' but NOT in a BDSM way.
Sincerely, MINORS DNI. Warnings for very smutty descriptions of each of these characters 'in the act' and just...do I need to warn you about how much I was sweating during this???
'Top' Positions
Curtis Everett - Jimmy Dobyne - Steve Rogers - Ransom Drysdale - [Bucky Barnes]
Curtis is a cramped-quarters kind of lover, like you have been fucked up the bed until you and he are pressed against that headboard like a pretzel on a baking sheet. Gahdamn, he is intense. He threads an arm beneath you to make sure you're as close as possible. He grinds his pelvis into you, loving how his balls slap your ass. He likes it real sweaty, but he'll help you clean up in the shower, too. Dirty boi. đźâđš We need him.
Jimmy and Ransom like you bent over but in different ways. Ransom just enjoys doggie-style. He feels awkward with too much eye contact and doesn't have to worry about that from behind. Jimmy is exceptionally good at spontaneously pressing you back or down onto a counter or the couch or perhaps a fence outside. đł He's oddly into fucking with at least some clothes on, but not because he doesn't like your body. He has a thing for choosing sex over chores or other obligations, so he and you are dressed for doing whatever else. It's just a little naughtier that way.
Steve is--I'm sure we can all agree--a missionary man. He looooves that eye contact Ran is so afraid of, but BUT! Steve's also a most considerate gentleman. He worries about putting too much of his weight on you, so his actual favorite position in pinning you against a wall (or mirror or window, etc) because he can lean into you without fear. He also enjoys that you get very, very excited for him to hold you up like that. You wrap around his neck and kiss him like it's your purpose in life. You get handsy, and that's about his favorite part...
[I know you said CE characters, nonnie, but Bucky just sneaks in, sorry!]
Ngl, Bucky took me the longest to figure out, and I'm not entirely sure he has a true 'favorite,' something he likes a good deal more than other positions. I have, however, landed on Bucky going braindead and gooey inside when he gets you in a mating press. There's, uh, a symbolism to wanting him and his cum inside you for as long as possible that hits all the right buttons to shut him down to the rest of the world for a while. He likes to sit back afterward and grip your knees to keep you right there until some drips out as you clench around nothing. You aren't empty though.
[Why. the fuck. does Bucky always get so đ„” in these?]
'Bottom' Positions
Johnny Storm - Jake Jensen - Lloyd Hansen
Lloyd lets himself be lazy. He legitimately tucks his hands behind his head like he's at the beach and taunts you to work harder. He's so used to ordering people around and being quite active. Unless he has some aggression/frustration to work through, Lloyd needs to not be bothered with effort. It's your turn. Put your back into it.
Jake lets you control everything. Let's be fair: Jake is just happy to be here, ya know? He gets to be naked, he gets to see you naked, and he is going to come no matter what. Use him to your heart's content. Don't try telling him not to touch you (like an order or a deprivation game) because he can't stop himself. Every other order or request, he's game for, but on his back offers the best view of you--and technically, his glasses fog less đŹ.
Johnny straight up loves when you ride him. He controls everything from below, though, because it's not actually about you taking over. He loves guiding your hips. He loves fucking up into you. He loves already being prone to fall asleep faster. [Go on, try to tell me I'm wrong. ::listens:: ::crickets:: Yeah, that's what I thought.] It's a win-win-win situation. All around cannot fail to please him. Johnny is definitely the type to assume that what feels good to him feels as good for his partner.
'Side' Positions
James Mace - Ari Levinson
Mace technically changes positions so much it maybe doesn't count as 'side,' but he's so playful, I'll allow it. His favorite sex, in general, is filled with natural ebbs and flows, quicker frantic times as well as soft doting and sweet, blissful enjoyment. A position that puts either him and you a hair's breath away from taking over is ideal. He wants to enjoy your company as much as your body. Mace can do both of those things in many, many different positions.
[Mace is quickly becoming a sleeper-fave of mine, my gawd. He's đđ€]
Finally, if Ari doesn't scream "wants to wake up fucking you," I don't know who does. He's spooning you, or coiled together with you someway, and just...ready when he sees you first thing in the morning--or in the middle of the night. Why bother moving much? He'll lift that leg up for you. He'll wrap around you to cup your breasts, play with your nipples, and rub your clit. Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Doesn't have to do with the position you're in, per se, but Ari also gruffly whispers other shit he'd like to do to you in your ear. It's vaguely easier to do that when your heads are on the same pillow, just saying.
Thank you for asking!
[Main Masterlist; 'Who Would..." Asks; Ko-Fi]
A/N: I successfully scheduled a post! Look at me, learning and shit...
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18+ Minors DNI
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â§Pairing⧠Hugh Ransom Drysdale x FiancĂ© Reader (F)
â§Warnings⧠Soft Rannie, Jealousy, Some lil bitch flirting with whatâs yours, Insecurities, Wow Ransom knows comfort??, Drinking, Crying, Assault (deserved), Unprotected PinV, Desperation, Dirty Talk, Multiple Orgasms, Aftercare King â This is pretty tame for me but if Iâve missed any warnings please donât be afraid to let me know
â§Word Count⧠1.4K
â§Author Note⧠Everyone say frick you to this man because I ainât been able to get things done thanks to his stupidly handsome face and my brain hyperfixating on it. Fr tho I have WIPs, ideas and everything inbetween all left to rot because this son of a bitch is plaguing my mind. Heâs so hot thoâŠ.
Also big thx to my homegirlies @samodivaa @delicatebarness for reading my filth and coming up with the title đ«¶
You didnât want to go out with Ransom tonight. You had your evening all planned out; sex in the shower, snuggling in bed, sex there too â the whole shebang. But of course, Ransom found himself invited to a dinner party with some old friends that he was excited to introduce you to, so your evening was cut short to merely sharing the shower with him and fleeting kisses between tellings of his long day â he didnât even have time to make you cum.
The night was enjoyable; most of your fiancé's friends were just like him so you could deal with them. Until she arrived, her curves wrapped in a beautiful floor-length golden gown, her incredibly blonde locks curled to perfection and her eyes predatory.
âOh my god Rannie!!â She squealed at the sight of your incredibly handsome man, outstretching her perfect little arms and pulling him in for a tight hug.
âHey Charlotteâ Ransom smiled wide, perfect pearly white teeth directed at the stunning lady âThis is my fiancĂ©â he said, reaching a large ringed hand out to envelop yours.
Charlotte turned, that cute little lady act dropping to a sneer when she turned her attention to you. Jealously oozed out of her, jealously and bewilderment. Her scrutinising glare made you feel ugly and small.
âHey,â she forced, spitting your name back at you. Her hand squeezed Ransomâs bicep âWow Ran youâve gotten bigâŠâ her eyes flickered to him before returning to you âDid you see him in high school, he was so scrawny, skinny little arms and a big bobblehead. Bet you get a lot of girls' attention now hm?â
God you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.
âMaybe but Iâve only got my eyes on oneâ Your betrothed looked upon you with sparkling blue orbs, squeezing your hand tight. For a moment the party faded leaving you both staring into each other's adoring eyes until Charcuterie cut it short with a fake âawwwâ.
âWell, Iâll leave you two to it then,â she says, giving Ransom a bright, man-killing smile and you a much duller, green eyed glare.
âWell that went well.â
âHuh?â Ransom turns, pulling you close by your waist and laying a soft kiss on your forehead.
âShe likes you,â
âYuh huh?â
âAnd she hates me.â
âShe doesnât hate youâ he guffawed, his eyes scrunching up until the blue was barely visible.
âShe does, sheâs jealousâ you argued, pushing him away slightly.
âI think youâre projecting pretty girlâ he joked, quickly reining in his laugh when he noticed how upset you looked. Ransom put on a more serious look, hooking a finger under your chin with his free hand âBaby, youâre the only person I want. I only love youâ You knew that. There was just something in that girl's gorgeous eyes that made your whole mind thrum with insecurity.
âI knowâ You pouted and he kissed you with a coo.
âOf course you do, look at the size of that rock on your fingerâ For effect he clasped your left hand, shoving the massive crystal into your eyeline.
The rest of the night you tried to let the situation with Charlotte go. You stuck around your fiancé most of the evening, stealing his warmth while listening to his old college football teammate drum on and on about how good of a quarterback Ransom once was.
âI remember one game he got rushed to hospital trying to challenge this mountain of a man. He was on his ass and there was blood pouring out of his head.â
âThat mustâve been why he thought it was a good idea to settle for someone like her, yâknow with the head injury.â A loud laugh came from behind your small huddle, you knew who it was before you even turned.
âThat was out of order Charlotteâ a girl in your group chastised, glaring at the now very drunk woman.
âOh I donât care, you lot sugarcoat everything. Ransom you could do so much better thanâŠthatâ Her ringed hand failed in your direction, and a growl settled on her lips at the mere sight of you. It was enough to push you over the edge.
Shoving Ransomâs arm off your shoulders you darted away, heading straight for the car you came here in. You had to get out of the crowd, you were thoroughly embarrassed and angry at the whole situation, fat tears falling down your face by the time you swung the passenger door open.
You donât know how long it took Ransom to settle in the seat beside you, not too long anyway. Instantly his arms were around you, a hand cradling your head into his neck while the other rubbed up and down your spine.
âI'm so sorry baby, Iâm so fucking sorryïżœïżœïżœ His words were thick with remorse, his fingers tightening around you âWe shouldnât have come here.â
He let you cry until you ran out of tears, his arms wrapped around you tightly until you pulled away, sighing at the wet patch on his tan jacket.
âIâm sorryâ you whispered in a low voice, rubbing a sleeve over his wet shoulder in a feeble attempt to dry it off.
âDonât apologise, pretty girl, that's what Iâm here for. For letting you cry on meâŠand for slapping whoever disrespects whatâs mine.â
âWhat?â You gawked, red eyes wide at his words.
âI smacked the shit outta her, sheâll think twice about saying shit like that again.â He looked so nonchalant about the whole thing, a pout of sheer unconcern pulling on his lips.
You tried to look appalled at your manâs actions, letting your jaw hang low in astonishment, but it quickly dissolved, a smile breaking out and a shocked laugh bubbling forth.
âOh my god Hugh Drysdale!!â You smacked his arm softly, giggling freely at just the thought of that blondeâs face with Ransomâs handprint on the side of it. âWe gotta get out of here before she calls the cops.â
âAgreed.â He hummed, starting the engine and setting off down the road, singing away to your shared playlist.
âFuck baby, fucking hellâŠâ
There was a distinct schlick schlick sound coming from the ajar door of the massive house leaving a tiny part of your brain silently thankful for its size. The rest of you doesnât give a flying fuck.
Ransom laid out on his back beneath you, face and chest flushed and his hair awry thanks to your wandering hands. His hands gripped at your hips, helping you bounce on his thick length, chasing your third orgasm of the night. Somewhere along the journey home your insecurities and jealousy fizzled into raw desire, your hands groping at Ransom while he drove. You barely made it through the front door before you jumped his bones, shoving him into the wall and swallowing his length with ease only experience would get you. Charlotte could never.
âTaking me like such a good girlâfuckkkkâyes baby squeeze my dickâ Not only was he a mess physically, his brain had short-circuited after you straddled his body, ripping the belt from the loops of his pants.
âSo full Rannieâ you whimpered, collapsing onto your hands. Sweat dripped off your forehead and onto his body, you fucked him ferally like two people with nothing on the brain except each other â which wasnât far from the truth.
âThatâs it, good girl, gimme one more baby I know you canâ Ransom urged, pushing himself into a sit and using the last of his brainpower to sink a hand between your joined bodies to rub tight circles over your puffy clit.
âShe could never make you feel this good could she?â you gripped at his locks, moaning into his open mouth. Ransomâs head shook violently in your grasp, muttering out how you were the only woman in the world that could make him feel this euphoric. Your orgasm was approaching quicker and quicker, jumping over each mental hurdle until all that was left for your brain to think of was the man filling you to the brim.
âFuck shit mâfucking close baby, gonna fill you up again, you want that huh? Want my cum in that messy little cunt?â
His words hooked your release between their clawed fingers and hurtled it into your body. Your world went white, your body stiffening and your walls milking the man below you for all he was worth. He spilt the last of what he could offer right against your cervix, holding you tight as he shouted like a madman.
The room settled, the only sounds being your mixed breaths gasping for air.
âThat was goodâ Ransom chuckled, pulling out of your with a hiss and flipping you over âmight need to make you jealous more.â
âDonât you dareâ you warned with a glare, sealing your lips with his when he leaned down, cleaning up the mess between your legs before dealing with his own.
âI really am sorry about tonight baby, you didnât deserve to be spoken to like thatâ The brunette broke the silence that had overcome you both, his fingers massaging down your spine.
âItâs alright, she got what she deserved.â
âYesâ Ransom nodded, resting his weight against your back âand you got what you did too.â
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A What in Church?
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader (can be read as a continuation of Meet The Parents or alone)
Summary: Ransom comes with you and your family to churchâŠand then comes with you at church đ„Ž (Iâm sorry, but I had to)
Word count: 2,728
Content/warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, SMUT, near-fingering, p in v unprotected sex (pls, for the love of all that is holy, wrap it up), sex in front of a mirror, sex in a churchđŹ, creampie, established relationship, swears, Ran is a sneaky liâl gaslighter but not towards you, lying in Church?, kissing, pet name usage, choking on oneâs own saliva, implied female reader, liâl belly bulge
A/N: I hope God forgives me for thinking this up during churchâŠ
This is for the Cum Together: A Community Revival Extravaganza set up by @labella420 and @stargazingfangirl18 with the prompts of characters cum together at the same time and praise.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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It was early Sunday morning when you dragged Ransom out of bed.
âHugh Ransom Drysdale, come on. You have to get up. Weâre already running late and Iâm not dealing with disapproving looks from my parents for punctuality. Itâs already bad enough every time the church ladies give me a side eye when I show up.â
He sighed as he rolled over in his high thread count sheets, the sunlight now hitting his face causing him to squint. He looked at you through one open eye as he made a light scowl.
âSweetheart, come back to bed. Itâs too early. I promise Iâll make it worth it.â A sly smirk crept onto his face as he reached out and pulled your hips closer to the bed.
You put a hand on his forehead, trying your best and failing to push him away. âRansom, no. The only reason I stayed over was to make sure we got there on time. My parents think youâre picking me up right now and neither of us are even showered. If you get up now, maybe Iâll let you join me. Then we can get going.â
His arms snaked from your hips and around to give your ass a squeeze. âHmâŠ.deal.â He rasped out in his groggy voice before shifting to get up.
âWhose idea was it to join your family at the 8am service of church this week, anyway?â Ransom threw the covers off the side of the bed in a mini tantrum before rising on his knees on the mattress to be face-to-face with you. You ran your fingers through his hair, slightly smoothing out the bed head before giving him a peck.
âYours, baby. Thatâs what you get for trying to impress my mom.â
You fixed your makeup in the mirror of Ransomâs Beamer and smoothed down your baby blue linen dress after Ransom parked in the church parking lot. You turned to look at him as you straightened the collar of his shirt that peeked over his sweater.
âYou look absolutely dapper. The church ladies are gonna love you. Probably enough for them to keep their judgy eyes off me. Now letâs just hope they donât start asking my mom about a wedding date.â You grumbled the last part as you brushed imaginary dust off his shoulders before leaning back towards your own seat again and placing your hand on the door handle.
Ransom didnât move a muscle as he sat there, leaning over the center console, with a look as deep at the ocean. That was weird. Youâd expected him to have his cocky game face on, which he did, but his eyes showed something different.
âWhat? Is something wrong? Do I not look okay? Are you regretting agreeing to come along today?â
He sighed and shook his head before holding out his hand for yours. âNo, you look heavenly. I am regretting sleeping in because if I wouldnât have, maybe you wouldâve actually let me touch you in the shower. I thought a shower with you meant with you, but you tricked me, you minx.â
You softly smiled at the beginning of his statement, placing your hand in his. As he kept going, you rolled your eyes before playfully shoving his shoulder. âOh please. You and I both know you wouldnât have gotten up for anything else. And if I wouldâve let you touch me, weâd still be at your place.â
He shrugged before pulling you closer for a final kiss before heading in. It was the kind that left you breathless and speechless, and a little dizzy when he pulled away, but that could have been due to skipping breakfast, too. Your eyes were still closed when he spoke against your lips. âDonât think youâre getting away with this that easily, though. Now stay here while I get your door. Gotta make sure the church ladies see me treating you well.â
Your jaw dropped as he gave you a smirk, fire rising in his gaze as he slipped out of the driverâs side and over to yours.
Ransom held your hand as he walked into the church, sliding into a pew near the back where your family had saved the two of you a seat. It was just in time for the service to begin. You were simultaneously filled with relief for not being late, but also anxiousness. You knew that when he held that look in his eye, Ransom was up to no good.
If someone had asked you what youâd gathered from the sermon so far, your answer would be âjack shit.â You were too focused on Ransom, and the way his hand was creeping up your leg as he stared straight ahead. He looked enthralled by whatever the preacher was dragging on and on about, but you knew better from the way his lips curled just slightly at the corners and his ringed pinky finger was sliding under the hem of your dress. The cool metal gave you chills. Your breath hitched, just as you were salivating, imagining what Ransom could possibly have in store for you. Unfortunately, that didnât make for a good combination, as you choked on your own saliva.
You tried your hardest to hold in your coughs, eyes watering, until you couldnât take it anymore. They burst out of you and the sound of your coughs, one after another, echoed through the nearly silent room as you scrambled to get up and into the hallway. Ransom shot your parents a sympathetic look before wordlessly gesturing that he was going to check up on you. They nodded in response, glad you had found someone so caring and responsible.
You burst through the doors at the back of the room with Ransom hot on your heels. You fast walked into the family restroom and Ransom slipped in behind you. He locked the door and made his way to your hunched over form, your arms bracing you against the sink as you continued coughing and heaving, trying to catch your breath. Ransom rubbed your back in soothing circles until you took a final gasp for air and looked up at his reflection in the mirror with a scowl.
âYou did this. This is your fault, Mr. Handsy.â It came out with the slightest rasp. Ransomâs face morphed from slight concern into suggestion. Now that he had made sure you were okay, he was more than happy to have you exactly where he wanted you all along: alone.
âI donât know what youâre talking about. Iâm not the one out there snorting my spit. I could probably successfully swallow, unlike you.â He knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to rile you up so youâd give in to him now since you didnât earlier this morning. Youâd never outwardly crumble that easily, though. Where was the fun in that?
âFirst off, you should be the one to know Iâm great at swallowing. And secondly, if you believe you did nothing wrong, I think we should find you a neurologist for those wandering hands. Maybe the rings are causing nerve damage and cutting off the feeling in your fingertips.â Ransom couldnât help but let out a small chortle at that. Good one, babe. But he knew what could push you a little farther. He knew how much you really did love the way his hands wandered, even if youâd say otherwise. He could tell right now even, as he shifted to stand behind you, soft fingertips tracing up the front of your thighs and under your flowy dress. His hand was in between your thighs, creeping dangerously close to your cotton panties. He used his grip to pull you back against him, eyes never leaving yours in the mirror.
âOh honey, I donât have to be able to feel my fingers to know how good they make you feel.â He ran his fingers over the dampening fabric as your breath hitched. Finally.
His grin grew wide as he slipped his pinky finger under the gusset of your panties and pulled it to the side, exposing your glistening folds to the cool air.
You hissed at the sensation as Ransom began running a finger through your wetness. If you were anywhere else but a church bathroom, he would have worked to pull even louder sounds from you than the tiny breaths and moans you were already making, but thatâs not something that could be afforded right now. As his one hand continued to tease your entrance, the other moved to cover your mouth.
âQuiet, Sweetheart. You make a noise and I stop. Donât want anyone to find out whatâs going on in here.â You nodded in acknowledgment and Ransom was satisfied with that response, kissing your temple that was collecting a thin shimmer from sweat already. Just as he was about to dip a finger in, though, the two of you heard music start. That meant service was almost over. They would play a few songs, and then everyone would rush out the doors, making it impossible for the two of you to leave the bathroom undetected and unsuspected of what was going on right now.
Ransom didnât waste a second, though, pulling his hands off you to unzip his slacks and pull them down just low enough. His eyes locked in on yours in the mirror again, deep blue irises thin around lust and mischief-blown pupils.
âSorry, sweetie. Donât have time to prepare you. But you can handle that, right?â You didnât have a chance to reply this time, as his hand found itâs place over your mouth again at the same time he fully sheathed himself within you.
The little squeak you made into Ransomâs hand when you were trying to hold back was music to his ears. Oooo, he liked that. He was gonna make sure to do whatever he could in the future so youâd make it again, but he didnât have the time for it right now.
His hand that wasnât over your mouth snaked to your tummy from where it was gripping your hip. Ransom could just barely feel the bulge pushing against your softness with each thrust and it drove him wild, as he sped up his thrusts and babbled into your ear.
âYeah you can. You can take it. Look at you. Taking this so well. Being so good for me. Iâd say you were an angel if we werenât fucking like two whores in church right now.â
His vulgar words always did something to you, causing your eyes to roll back and your pussy to clench. That was Ransomâs favorite, especially when he found it out that his sharp tongue was something you actually enjoyed and rewarded him for, instead of punished. Despite his hand on your mouth, you were still working hard to keep yourself quiet, only letting out a low moan in response.
âFuck, so good. So, gah-tight. Youâre so perfect. Iâm gonna take my hand off, okay? You gotta keep it down and I promise Iâll make you feel good.â You gripped harder against the sink as Ransom removed his hand, using it to hike your leg up on the edge of the counter, his hand that was previously on your stomach moving to rub your clit.
You gasped for air, before moving your own hand to your mouth. If you were at home, moans and curses wouldâve been profusely spilling out of your mouth with how near your were to the tipping point. Ransomâs grunts in your ear weâre pulling you even closer to the edge when he licked your neck, the sweet taste of your perfume mixed with salty sweat hitting his tongue, and the debauchery of the gesture tossing you over the edge of your orgasm. Your knee gave out as you came, Ransomâs strong arms holding you up against the sink as you felt him swell and release in you at the same time, still rubbing your clit and shallowly thrusting for both of you to come down from your highs.
âThatâs it. Thatâs it, sweetheart.â His breath was hot against your neck, but you were both pulled out of the post-orgasmic bliss by the sound of the music changing. The last song of service was playing and within a few minutes, everyone would be emerging into the hall.
Ransom pulled out of you faster than he had before, both of you moaning with oversensitivity and the abruptness of the action. You gained composure on your jelly legs before pulling your panties back into place and doing your best to fix your makeup in the mirror. Luckily, the smudges could be attributed to your coughing fit earlier, but Ransomâs rogue hairs that had flown forward and stuck to his forehead couldnât. You quickly pushed them back into a decent position and straightened his collar before rushing into the hallway and taking a seat at an old pew that was next to a table with water bottles and cookies on it, set out for the social hour that always happened after service. Ransom grabbed a bottle and quickly chugged it down halfway, handing it to you just as the last song was ending.
âHere, hunch forward like youâre still recovering. And take this.â He was too good at convincing people of the scenes they had walked into. But how could you complain when it had gotten you out of trouble with the cops more times than you could count? Including after the two of you had been parked somewhere a little too long having car sex, or when he had driven just a little too recklessly while fingering you in the passenger seat. He always knew exactly how to manipulate the scene in his favor, convincing others to not believe their own eyes, but the stories he presented them instead. But he didnât do it to you, never to you. He learned that the hard way, itâs better to be honest and do it with you. You were his teammate, who better to use his skills for than the one he loved? Bring it up though, and heâd deny it.
So you and Ransom sat there, your elbows on your knees and him rubbing circles on your back with his large, warm palm. Sure, it was performative, but it was also extremely comforting and reassuring, especially with the way he just rocked your world in the bathroom.
The church-goers began to file out of the double doors and into the hall. You looked up through your eyelashes to be greeted by your parents. They looked at you with confusion and a hint of concern when your dad crouched in front of you and your mom sat next to Ransom.
âEverything alright?â Your dad looked up into your eyes and you managed a nod, taking a sip from the water bottle and clearing your throat.
âYeah, sorry about that. Got into a coughing fit and couldnât shake it. Much better now.â
Ransom heard the clarity with which you spoke. If he really wanted to be convincing, he shouldâve had you suck him off. There wasnât really the time for that, though. As much as he loved watching your lips wrapped around him, he came way faster inside you, and how could he allow for the evidence of scuffs on your knees when you were wearing such a pretty dress? Maybe next time, when you were in jeans.
Ransom was pulled out of his thoughts when your mom and dad spoke, thanking him for checking up on you.
âOh no problem, donât worry, I took good care of your girl. I always will.â
They smiled, and mustâve believed the scene in front of them, as the topic swiftly changed to what they wanted for brunch plans. Ransom met your gaze, giving a quick wink for only you to see before kissing the top of your head and giving his input to the conversation.
That was the last you saw of him for half an hour, though, as the church ladies descended, squeezing themselves between the two of you, oohing and ahhhing over your sly boyfriend. Every now and then, as theyâd ask him a tidal wave of questions, his eyes would seek you, full of fire, secrecy, and love, paired with that signature smirk on his face.
Bonus A/N: I think something that this extravaganza has taught me is that I have a thing for mirrorsâŠ.and that scares me. Itâs so hot in fics, and sure, every time I walk past a mirror in real life, Iâve been told I stop, but I wasnât aware of what a dangerous combination that made until now. Lord save me, but heâs probably too angry at me now bc I wrote this.
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Always Living in the Final Hour
Summary: Bachelor and bachelorette weekend shenanigans with the (almost) quadrouple.
Words: ~5.5k
Relationship(s): Ransom Drysdale x Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale x Ari Levinson x female!reader, Jake Jensen x female!reader (platonic - for now), little peeks at the quadrouple to come yâall.
Warning: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected anal sex, m receiving oral sex, rimming, feminization), established relationships, secrets revealed, mentions of homophobia, misunderstandings, theyâre all cute and dumb and in love, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!
A/N: I love them so much đ
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You grinned when you heard the knock at your hotel room door, finishing putting your earrings in and adjusting your tits in your dress before pulling the door open and beaming at Jake.
âHey⊠wow, look at you!â He gave you his own smile when he got a look at you, spinning you around then pulling you into a warm embrace once heâd taken you in. âYou look amazing, youâre a fucking bombshell.â
âShut up, youâre so fucking cute.â You giggled when he kissed you on the cheek, playing with the edge of his shirt and kissing him back before dragging him out the door. âIs everyone ready to go!â
âYep, just waiting on your fine ass.â Jake laughed and smacked your ass playfully as you made your way to the elevator, giving you a mocking pout when you turned around and slapped his chest in retaliation before chewing on his lip with a bit of residual anxiety. âYouâre really sure itâs okay for me to be here? Theyâre your friends and Iâm just⊠some dude.â
âYeah, some dude whoâs sucked the same dick I have and is a giant sweetheart.â You rolled your eyes and dragged him after you onto the elevator, leaning against his chest and winding your fingers through his affectionately. âPlus, weâre officially besties after that skinny dipping incident.â
âSkinny dipping? I told you, I thought I walked through a spider web!â He tickled you and laughed when you pinched his cheek. âFelt like I had the creepy crawlies all over me. No one made you take your clothes off, weirdo.â
âThatâs true, but I love being naked, and donât act like you didnât enjoy it!â You let him give you a tight hug and lift you off your feet once the doors opened to the lobby, waving at your group and laughing when they cheered as they spotted you. âSo since weâve seen all of each other, and spilled our guts over wine, and weâre best friends, you have to be at my bachelorette party, no arguments, blondie. Alright bitches! We doing any bars or going straight to the strip clubs?â
âOh shit, is this what you use to fuel your jet, Levinson?â Ransom coughed after downing the shot Ari had handed him, frowning when the larger man just chuckled around his cigar and reached over to squeeze his thigh. âIs it even safe for me to smoke after drinking that?â
âItâs fine, donât be a baby.â Ari grinned even wider when Ransom smacked his hand away, waving down the waitress to bring another bourbon for the groom. âStick to your boring brown liquor, Drysdale. And just one more cigar, think your boys are getting antsy.â
âWhat? Oh my god.â Ransom rolled his eyes when he he looked towards where the frat boys were gathered, waving dismissively when Logan gestured meaningfully at his watch. âYeah, go! Weâll meet you there. Ridiculous.â
âMmhm, well, I think they were planning on there being a lot more strippers by this point.â Ari watched them leave before taking the new drinks from the waitress, giving her a large bill and winking at her when she smiled at him before shrugging when Ransom gave him a look. âWhat?â
âYou just canât help yourself, can you?â Ransom almost inhaled his scotch when Ari cooed sympathetically and scooted closer to him, letting out a delighted laugh when he placed his hand very high up on his thigh and leaned close to nuzzle at his jaw. âAri! Youâre such a whore!â
âAnd youâre so jealous, poor baby.â Ari bit Ransomâs ear gently before sliding his hand even higher, squeezing Ransomâs thigh and purring when the man whined and leaned into his touch. âI'm so sorry, pretty boy, you deserve all the attention, youâre getting married after all. Gonna have such a pretty wife to spoil you and treat you nice like you deserve.â
âFuck, you know how worked up I get when anyone calls her my wife, you teasing bastard.â Ransom downed the rest of his drink and growled before turning to face Ari, practically crawling into the manâs lap when he finally slid his hand up to cup his bulge as he smashed their lips together. âIâm going to marry her, god sheâs so fucking perfect.â
âYouâre both perfect, shit.â Ari groaned when Ransom rocked his hips and sucked on Ariâs bottom lip, standing quickly and pulling the younger man with him before he had a chance to protest. âDonât give me that look, I donât wanna lose my membership to this place just because weâre both sluts. Weâre gonna finish in the car.â
âYeah, thatâll work.â Ransom whined when Ari pressed him against the side of the car and kissed him hungrily, letting him throw him into the backseat once he got the door open and yanking him on top of his body when they started to drive away. âWe donât even have time to do anything.â
âNonsense, we have plenty of time.â Ari pulled Ransomâs knees around his hips and molded their lips together, humming when he felt his hard cock pressed against his own and ground into him. âWeâre both nice and worked up, pretty sure I can get one out of you, youâre easy.â
ââM not⊠shit.â Ransom tossed his head back and gasped when Ari pressed into him harder, whimpering when he felt his beard scratching against his throat as he licked that spot that drove him crazy and he rolled his hips up to meet him. âYeah, okay. Just donât stop.â
âMmm, never sweet boy.â Ari sucked on the hinge of Ransomâs jaw and moaned when he felt the other manâs cock twitching through his slacks, increasing the speed of his hips and squeezing Ranâs waist when the man ran his fingers through his hair. âGive it to me, honey, just want you to enjoy your party.â
Ransom sobbed when Ari curled his hand around his neck and squeezed lightly, his body arching off the back seat as he yanked on the older manâs hair while his cock throbbed and pulsed while he came all over the inside of the pretty red panties youâd insisted he wear. He felt Ariâs cock twitching as well and grinned when the other man purred against his neck and licked his throat, at least until he heard the click of a camera shutter and slapped Ariâs shoulders while he laughed softly.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â Ransom pouted and turned his face away when Ari tried to kiss him again, leaving the man to press his lips to his cheek and huffing when he saw him texting someone. âYou sending that to her?â
âShe said she wanted regular updates, and I think the first orgasm of the night is something sheâd want to know about.â Ari shoved his phone back in his pocket and gripped Ransomâs chin, forcing his gaze back to him and giving him a sly smile as he rubbed their noses together. âNow quit being a brat and kiss me.â
Ransom couldnât help but giggle when Ari suckled on his bottom lip before sliding his tongue into his mouth, winding his arms around his neck and sighing softly as he melted into the kiss. He had never been happier about his choice for best man, a weekend of sex with Ari interspersed with drinking and smoking and luxury clubs really was the perfect way to celebrate his pending nuptials. There wasnât a thing he could think of that would ruin his good time, except maybeâŠ
âWhat took you soâŠâ both of them froze when the door opened and they were suddenly face to face with Logan, Ransom trying to decide between shoving Ari off and denying everything or just burying his face in the bearâs neck to hide. âWhat in the actual fuck, Drysdale?!â
You screeched happily when Jake whispered a filthy joke in your ear after you pointed out the gorgeous man across the dance floor who had been eyeing him, slapping his chest and biting his ear when he picked you up and spun you around. Once the song was over your whole group made its way back to your booth to do even more shots before heading to the strip club, the rest of the women just rolling their eyes and teasing you every time you and Jake got a little affectionate, mostly because whenever they did he turned absolutely pink and tried to splutter out an explanation, which was completely adorable. They were all totally in love with him, especially after he almost punched some asshole who didnât want to take the hint that none of you were interested in doing body shots with him when he called you a bunch of drunk cunts. Of course, what actually ended up happening was you all dog piled the douche bag and managed to get in a few good licks before Jake finally pulled all of you off and herded you out of the bar while you screamed obscenities back at the chauvinist that made Jake crack up as soon as he was sure you were all okay, but after that every single one of you was officially in love with him.
âNo, I canât have tequila!â He was all pink again when you rested your head on his shoulder and gave him a messy grin as you held the shot in front of his face. âI really canât, or I might actually go over there and ask that guy to smack me in the face with his dick.â
âYou should, heâs hot!â You squealed and clapped happily when he took the shot from you with a cute little grumble and slammed it down. âCâmon, letâs go hook you up.â
âNo, bombshell, no!â He laughed when you pouted at him when he refused to budge, pulling you close and tweaking your nose as he pulled you with the group towards the exit even as he started to feel warm and loose from the tequila. âThis is your night, Iâm not going to abandon you just to hook up with some, admittedly beautiful, random guy.â
âYouâre so sweet, blondie.â You settled in his lap after you all climbed into the limo, letting out a drunk hiccup and walking your fingers across his broad chest with a hum. âIâm gonna find you a boyfriend, though. Gimme my phone, wanna see if my puppy is having a good time.â
Jake rested his cheek on the top of your head and chuckled while you played with his shirt absentmindedly, ignoring the chatter from the rest of the group as he reached into your purse and grabbed your phone. He didnât mean to look at the screen, he really didnât, but the picture came up and he couldnât help it, his face blanching immediately as he slapped the phone down against the seat and tried to avoid looking at you.
âJakey? Whatâs up?â You frowned when he just shook his head at you and pressed his mouth in a thin line. âIs something wrong? Give me my phone.â
âI ca⊠I canât.â He was struggling to come up with a good reason he couldnât give it to you, the tequila was getting to him. âIt must have fallen out of your purse at the club.â
âWhat? Jake, I saw you pull it out of my purse.â Now you were annoyed, why was he being so sneaky all of a sudden? âLemme see.â
âI canât⊠shit!â He cursed himself when you managed to move faster than he thought you could and snatched the phone out of his grip, trying to wrestle it away from you and failing when you somehow pinned him to the seat and sat on his chest. âBaby, itâs nothing, donât look at it!â
âWhat the fuck are you on about?â You ignored his continued protests as you unlocked your screen and pulled up your texts. âThereâs nothing here. Why are you so worried?â
âNothing? Ran is cheating on you!â He clapped his hand over his mouth as soon as he said it, shaking his head when you gave him a very aggressive glare and all the other conversations on the limo stopped and suddenly your friends were all screaming about how they were going to kick that pretty boyâs ass.
âGod, youâre all so fucking dramatic, calm down!â You had to start chucking ice at all of them when they started pulling up their phones to send threats to your fiancĂ©, still staring daggers at Jake, even though there was no way you could stay mad at him, he was just trying to protect you. âRansom is not cheating on me. Itâs Ari!â
âWho cares who it is, Iâm going to cut that manâs balls off!â Taylor dodged the plastic cup you threw at her as she kept cursing.
âNo, I mean⊠thanks for this blondie.â Jake at least looked slightly embarrassed. âWeâre kinda, sorta, but not totally, in a poly thing with the sex god.â
That shut all of them up, Jakeâs eyes bugging out of his head as he stared at you while the rest of your friends just gave you blank looks that made you a little nervous. You had never planned on making this part of your relationship public, but here you were. You hoped Ranâs night was going better.
âItâs not a big deal!â Ransom felt like his heart was going to pound out of his chest as he avoided the stares of his friends, all of whom looked very upset with him. âNothing happened!â
âOh, right!â He wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole, or that he could just go back to the hotel with Ari and spend the rest of the weekend letting him fuck every thought out of his head, instead of being stuck with all his friends scolding him in some strip club for hooking up with a guy. âThatâs why you were both sporting pants tents and trying to suck each otherâs faces off.â
âYou boys need to calm down.â Ari rolled his eyes when they gave him nasty looks, sighing when he tried to put an arm around Ransom to comfort him and the man practically cowered. âIâm not gonna put up with any of your homophobic bull shit towards him, so lock it up.â
âWhat? Homophobic?â Dylan had the sense to at least look slightly embarrassed. âWho give a fuck about that, heâs cheating on his fiancĂ©e?â
âYeah, news flash, we all know youâre bi, Drysdale.â Chaz shot a glare at Logan when he looked like he was thinking of making a joke. âNo one cares.â
âYou know?â Ransom hated how small his voice sounded, letting Ari put an arm around him this time and blowing out a shuddering breath when he leaned into the man without thought. âHow?â
âSloane told us, was trying to get all of us to dump you so she could make you totally dependent on her, like weâd leave you alone with that bitch. Weâve been waiting for you to come out for years.â Dylan shoved Logan when he started to open his mouth again. âBut how could you do this to your girl, Ran, youâre fucking lost for her? You realize that all of our girls will kill us if they find out you cheated on her?â
âAlright, letâs all just relax.â Ari decided to take over since Ransom looked like heâd just been hit by a brick wall, pulling his phone up and scrolling up through the group chat. âNo one is cheating.â
âOh, and what would you call it?â Dylan took Ariâs phone and scowled as he looked at the screen, his expression melting into one of confusion as he read all the texts you sent about how pretty Ransom looked when he was choking on Ariâs dick and how much you loved both of them. âHuh.â
âWhat?â Chaz took the phone when Dylan handed it to him, blowing out a deep breath that had Ransom burning his face in his hands as he groaned and leaned into Ari even more. âAlright then. Are you⊠happy?â
Ransom just nodded, his growl drowned out by Ariâs when they heard Logan choke on a laugh once he got a look at the texts, Ari snatching the phone out of his hand when he started to scroll through the messages like a damn snoop. Everyone looked massively uncomfortable as all of them just stared at each other, Ransom chewing on his lips until Ari gripped his chin and tugged his mouth open with his thumb.
âJesus Christ, everyone is so fucking uptight.â Logan rolled his eyes after a few minutes of awkward silence, leaning forward and clapping Ransom on the shoulder then snorting when the man jumped. âLook, Drysdale, Iâm just happy that even though youâre getting married youâre still kind of a man whore. So why donât we all get over this little misunderstanding and hit that gay strip club down the block. Apparently, they have a special on body shots with their dancers. I bet theyâll love you two.â
âSo all three of you sleep together?â You rolled your eyes when you nodded in answer to the question for what felt like the tenth time, glad that no one was talking about castrating your future husband at least. âIs⊠are you guys marrying Ari too?â
âNo! Oh my god.â You groaned and gave Jake a look when he kept rubbing your shoulders, he felt absurdly guilty about blabbing and youâd had to spend a good five minutes listening to him apologize. âRansom and I are in love, and we love Ari, but as our absolute best friend who we also sleep with⊠a lot. Can we just go enjoy the strippers, please? And thanks so much for helping me explain things, Anne.â
âThis is so not on me, you couldâve been up front about your little throuple situation.â Your maid of honor just laughed when you snarled at her. âYeah yeah, you donât want to define it, whatever. Iâll buy you a lap dance.â
âFine, youâre all buying me lap dances!â They finally seemed to be able to move past their initial shock, letting out some light cheers when you stopped in front of the club and all started to climb out until they were eventually giggling when they thought about doing more shots. âI wanna be covered in body glitter and smell like Viva La Juicy by the time we leave. Can I have my phone now, blondie? Want to actually check on the boy toy.â
âYeah.â Poor Jake had been beet red for the past five minutes, only getting even redder when you kissed his cheek and gave his shoulder a squeeze when he handed your phone back to you. âIâm really sorry, again.â
âJake, I canât stay mad at you, so please stop apologizing.â You wound your arm through his and leaned your head on his shoulder, smiling when he pressed his cheek against your forehead and let out a deep breath as he handed you your phone. âYouâre my bestie blondie, people wouldâve found out anyway, though I will admit it would have been nice if it hadnât been a surprise. Now, go find me all the pretty twunk strippers, okay?â
He gave you a shy smile before walking away to find you a dancer, still blushing all cute and being his adorable self in a way that was sure to endear him to everyone. You just shook your head fondly as you pulled up your texts, chuckling to yourself and leaning against the bar while you texted Ransom that he did not have to worry about your bridal party castrating him, and that he should enjoy getting turned inside out by his boyfriend and you loved him more than anything.
The sheer amount of alcohol Ransom managed to consume at the marathon of strip clubs had helped him calm down, and being able to just be open now about who he was and what he wanted. Plus, Ari. Ari was always there and the feeling of his hands on Ransomâs body and the occasional brush of his lips against his cheek had pulled any residual stress right out of him, and also gotten him stupidly turned on. The man was a menace. Which was why the two of them had stayed in the bar of Ariâs hotel after the rest of the frat boys went back to their rooms, Ransom leaning on Ariâs shoulder and playing with his hair while he begged him to do all sorts of nasty things to him.
âBaby, youâre so worked up, goddamn.â Ari gave him a sly grin when Ransom whined in his ear, unable to fight the urge he always had to be a giant tease. âNot even sure you could really handle me doing everything you want right now, might make you black out before we have any real fun.â
âPlease? Just wanna feel your mouth on my pussy.â Ransom was feeling so warm and buzzed after all the champagne and whiskey heâd consumed through the whole night, nuzzling into Ariâs neck and giggling when he almost spat out his scotch.
âYour what?!â The man hissed low enough that Ransom could barely hear him over the noise of the hotel bar, moaning when the older man gripped the back of his neck and forced his gaze to his as he chewed on his lip. âYour girl know you talk like this, boy?â
Ransomâs knees almost buckled at the low growl of âboyâ against his lips, grabbing the front of Ariâs shirt to keep himself upright and whining as his cock throbbed in his soft silk panties.
âYou mean Daddy?â Ransom purred when Ariâs pupils somehow blew even wider, only a thin ring of ice around deep black pools he could lose himself in while the bearded man grabbed his ass and pulled him closer. âDaddy loves when I talk about my little pussy. She tells me how pretty it is and how sweet it tastes when itâs all wet and crying for cock. Donât you wanna taste, sir?â
âChrist, come on.â Ari dragged Ransom after him towards the elevator with a yelp as he basically manhandled the younger man, shoving him inside when the doors opened and pressed the front of his body against his as Ransom panted desperately. âGimme your phone, gonna check in with your⊠fuck⊠your daddy and make sure weâre not stepping over some kind of line.â
Ransom stamped his foot and pouted when Ari started dialing your number, trying to kiss him and whining when the larger man shoved him off and forced him to be still with a hand on his throat.
âGorgeous?â Ari ignored the way Ransom was trying to grind his hips into him as he leaned him against the wall while the lift headed to the penthouse, frowning at the man while he waited for you to head somewhere quiet. âYour boyâs been drinking a little bit and running that mouth of his. Wanted to check in. Yeah? One second.â
âPuppy?â Ransom purred when Ari put his phone on speaker and the sound of your voice washed over him, making him feel all warm and syrupy as Ari just gave him a curious look. âBaby, you feeling all sweet?â
âYeah Daddy.â Ransom sighed as he sank into the wall, already feeling his cock starting to leak as he thought about how worked up you probably were after whatever youâd been doing tonight. âMiss you, just wanted sir to give me his fat cock to tide me over a little.â
âThat right, pup?â Your voice was low and mixed perfectly with Ariâs deep growl at being called sir, making Ransomâs eyes roll back in his head and his tongue feel like it was too thick for his mouth all of a sudden. âWant him to feed your hungry little pussy?â
âOh, please.â Ransom could hardly breathe when Ariâs whole body pressed against his, feeling the heavy weight of his dick grinding against his hip as he clutched desperately at his waist. âNeed it.â
âYouâre lucky Daddy doesnât mind sharing that pretty little cunt, sweet boy. And that I love spoiling my puppy.â You could tell Ransom was gone from the desperate mewl you heard over the phone, grinning to yourself as you started addressing your ex who sounded like he was heading towards his own kind of lost with the heady growl he let out. âAri?â
âYeah?â Ari hummed as he ran his nose over Ransomâs, cupping the manâs jaw softly as they exchanged breath while he dipped his tongue between his parted lips.
âWreck him.â You chuckled when you heard a feral snarl before the sounds of messy kissing traveled over the phone, squirming a little when you pictured the scene that must be unfolding as Ari prepared to devour your sweet boy. âAnd make sure you take video!â
âMmhm.â Ariâs grumbled reply was all he could get out before he was hanging up the phone and burying a hand in Ransomâs hair, sliding the other down his body until he could grab his ass and jiggle it before giving it a good smack.
Ransom was a mewling, keening mess by the time the elevator doors opened to the penthouse, panting desperately and flushed and having difficulty keeping his feet when Ari started shoving him back towards the bedroom. The man had been right, he felt like he was going to explode just from the rough kisses and greedy touches, he was probably going to go into a coma once they got to the good stuff.
âYou want me to eat that pretty little pussy, boy?â Ransom yelped when Ari threw him onto the bed after stripping him out of his clothes in a rush while he pulled out his phone to start filming, growling at the sight of the younger man in nothing but his feminine little wine red thong. âShow it to me.â
Ransom whimpered as he turned slowly onto his stomach while Ari watched, making a show of arching his back while he drew his knees up to his chest until he was basically presenting for the older man. He bit his lip and peeked over his shoulder when he heard Ari let out an appreciative groan at the sight of him sliding the thin strip of fabric to the side while he spread his cheeks, giggling when he strode forward and grabbed his hip harshly with his free hand.
âChrist, look at that.â Ari purred when Ransom moaned at the feel of him spitting right on his twitching skin, his pretty hole winking for the camera while he keened when Ari slapped his ass hard. âNo wonder your Daddyâs so happy all the damn time, you fucking spoil her with this shit, donât you?â Ari let out a grunt when Ransomâs only response was a thin mewl, setting the camera on the end table so it had a good view of that sweet ass as he kneeled behind Ransom. âLetâs give her a good show, yeah?â
He didnât have any chance to prepare before Ari was burying his face between his cheeks, the older man growling against his skin as he dragged his tongue all over his fluttering hole before sucking on it lewdly. The scrape of his teeth over his soft skin had Ransomâs eyes falling closed, his back arching more as he ground his ass back against Ariâs face and let out soft needy sounds.
Ari loved how fucking desperate Ran got when he was drunk, could truly understand why you called him puppy when he was whining and wiggling and begging him to keep going. Ransom stretched his arms above his head and keened when Ari leaned back and spat on him again, rubbing his cheek against the comforter when he nipped at his clenching hole before pressing sloppy, open mouthed kisses all over his ass.
When he ducked lower to suck on his balls, Ransom knew he was going to explode, his breath coming in shallow pants as his cock twitched where it was pinned against his abs by the band of his panties. Then he shoved a finger from each hand inside him and yanked him open so he could spit inside him and Ransom could feel tears leaking down his cheeks, his precum running down his abs like a faucet when Ari pushed his tongue inside him and started fucking him with it.
Ransom whined obscenely when he finally came, his toes curling as Ariâs tongue kept punching into his fluttering hole while the older man groaned appreciatively. He could feel his cum soaking the front of his panties and abs as his cock twitched slowly, another shiver traveling up his spine when the older man gave his balls a harsh squeeze before he rose up on his knees.
âThatâs it honey, such a good fucking boy.â Ari grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread Ransom wide, purring at the sight of his pretty hole twitching and winking at him while he just panted into the mattress. âLook at that pretty little pussy, so fucking wet and needy, making a mess all over this bed. Think I should make you squirt, boy?â
âOh god, please.â Ransomâs eyes rolled back in head when he felt Ariâs thick cock slap against the curve of his ass, keening when he hooked his thumb into his ass and pulled. âFuck me, sir, fill my tight little pussy up til itâs leaking. Wanna feel you for the rest of the weekend.â
âYeah, you want it bad?â Ari grabbed Ransom by his throat and yanked him up until his chest was pressed to his back, biting his ear harshly until the younger man started grinding desperately against him. âWant me to fuck this sweet little cunt raw until sheâs gaping and ruined? Letâs hope we donât piss your daddy off, sheâd kick both our asses.â
That was all the warning Ransom had before Ari shoved his hips forward and impaled him on his cock, all the breath getting pushed out of his lungs as every muscle in his core spasmed at the sudden intrusion. Ari shoved his fingers in his mouth and groaned in his ear while he started driving into him, nuzzling at his cheek as he set a vicious pace and his other hand dug into his waist.
It was taking all his focus not to black out, he felt like he was getting ripped in half in the best way. Every thrust had Ariâs dick dragging over his swollen prostate, Ransom letting out small yelps each time his hips slapped against his ass while he drooled all over his chin and his eyes rolled back in his head.
Ransom squealed when Ari pulled out of him in a rush and flipped him over, grabbing his knees and holding himself open as the larger man lined himself up again. He groaned when Ari slammed back into him, arching his back to meet each punch of his hips and whining when his cock started leaking all over his abs.
âGod, youâre already a fucking mess, honey.â Ari leaned over him and cupped his cheek gently, a sharp contrast to the way his hips were definitely going to be leaving bruises on his ass. âYou gonna make an even bigger one? Gonna squirt all over yourself while I fill this pretty little pussy?â
âYes sir.â Ransom gasped when Ari ground into his ass, humming when he shoved his fingers into his open mouth and swirling his tongue around them. âPlease, fill my pussy.â
Ari grinned down at Ransom as he kept sucking on his fingers, cooing when he yelped at Ari grabbing his cock through his panties. The harsh contact was all he needed to come with a sharp cry, his whole body spasming wildly as he came so hard it almost hit him in the face. He kept shivering when Ari curled over him and sank his teeth into his jaw, tears leaking down his cheeks as warmth spread from his core while Ari pumped his cum into him.
âMmm, such a messy boy.â Ari gave him a soft kiss before straightening up, biting his lip and purring when he got a look at his cum dribbling out of Ransomâs swollen and abused hole. Ransom just hummed as he sank further into the mattress, running his hands lazily over his cum covered torso while Ari grabbed the phone. âCâmon honey, show your Daddy how pretty you look then weâll get you cleaned up.â
Ransom managed to arch his back all pretty while Ari took his picture and sent it to you, all happy and fuzzy as he floated in the warmth of post-orgasmic bliss. He was vaguely aware of Ari relaying that you said you wanted to lick your pretty puppy clean before he let his eyes fall closed. Damn, he felt so fucking good. The only thing that could have made it better was if you were actually there with them. Maybe he could convince you to convince Ari to come on the honeymoon so he could get it from both ends.
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how about ransom and âi mean, i got what i wanted, didnât i?â đđ«¶đŒ
can't resist a dare
pairing: best friend!ransom drysdale x female reader
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, oral sex (m receiving), cock worship, taking nude photos/sending nude photos, filming/recording/taking photos during sex, little bit of exhibitionism, come marking, come facial, light bdsm, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, pet names (baby), aftercare, friends to lovers, revenge on a mean/rude ex
word count: 4,300ish
a/n: whoops, this ended up being longer than i anticipated đŹ but i loved the premise i came up with too much to scrap it and try to write something shorter so here we go!! i just loved the idea of best friend!ransom being a petty perv and reader being just as much of a petty perv đ€ anyway i hope you enjoy!!! âĄâĄâĄ
You never could resist a dare from Ransom Drysdale.Â
The devastatingly handsome grandson of Harlan Thrombey had been your best friend since you were children running around his grandfatherâs spooky old house while your families spent time together. Even though you were both grown adults, Ransom still knew how to push all your buttons, and he knew that if he dared you to do something, youâd do it.Â
Which was how youâd ended up in the cramped bathroom on the first floor of the Thrombey mansion during Harlanâs May Day party, your body bent over at the waist and your arm contorted behind your back to take a photo of the tiny little thong youâd worn beneath your sundress.Â
Ransom had dared you to take a photo of your ass and send it to your ex. You, of course, had risen to the challenge and accepted the dare.Â
You hadnât had nearly enough champagne to make you so reckless, but there was something about your oldest friend that brought out your competitive spirit. Ransom was the only one who could get you to do such things, but you enjoyed being pushed outside of your comfort zone. Plus, you knew your best friend wouldnât make you do anything that would actually hurt you.
In fact, if you were honest with yourself, there was a part of you that was perversely pleased to be taking such an obscene photo of yourself while some of the richest families in Massachusetts milled around just outside the door. The thought of getting caught taking naughty pictures turned you on more than you wanted to admit, so you hurried up and took the photos.Â
When you were done, you picked one you liked and sent it to your ex with a smirk on your face, thinking he should be so lucky as to see your ass one last time.Â
Leaving the bathroom, you strutted through the party looking for Ransom, feeling smug about completing the dare. You caught his eye when you entered the library, and even across the room, you could see the amusement dancing in his crystal blue eyes. You made your way through the crowd with a pep in your step, but halfway through, your phone vibrated with a response from your ex.
You opened the text and wished you hadnât.
Didnât know you were such a desperate slut, but if you really need dick so bad, I guess Iâll let you ride mine, baby. I know you loved bouncing on it like a whore.Â
Your expression twisted into a scowl, and you looked up at your best friend, who was suddenly in front of you. Hurt wrapped around your heart, a part of you feelingâperhaps unfairlyâthat Ransom shouldâve known your ex would text something vile back to you.Â
âI did your dare, are you happy now?â you hissed at your best friend, taking out all your hurt and anger on Ransom. You knew you were much more angry at yourself, and your ex, for his hurtful response, but your best friend was the safest target at the moment.
Annoyingly, Ransom looked unaffected by your fury, the satisfied smirk on his face never wavering even as you continued to glare at him. When he responded, his voice was a lazy drawl that reminded you he couldnât have known the effect of his dare.
âI mean, I got what I wanted, didnât I?â
Before you could stop yourself, you let out a frustrated huff and opened your phone to the text message youâd gotten from your ex, turning the screen to your best friend so he could read it. âIs this what you wanted?â you sneered, knowing full well your best friend wouldnât react kindly to what your ex had said.Â
You were so determined to show Ransom what heâd done, you didnât even consider the fact that you were also showing him the photo youâd sent. At least, not until his blue eyes went a little hazy and his smirk widened into a full-blown grin.
âThe dare didnât include you showing me the photo,â Ransom drawled, his gaze flicking to yours, the look in his eyes making something hot squirm deep in your core. âBut I canât say I mindâyouâve got a gorgeous ass.âÂ
Heat rose in your face, and your expression twisted into one of impatient annoyance. âLook at the response, Ran,â you gritted out, trying not to let his compliment get to you. He was your best friendâhe was probably just messing with you. But you were soon distracted from what Ransom had said when he finally looked at what your ex had replied.
A storm cloud settled over Ransomâs handsome features, his eyes narrowing into two slits and his mouth twisting into a furious scowl. You even thought you heard a low rumble, like a growl, emanate from your best friendâs chest beneath the din of the party around you.Â
âWho does this little shit think he is?â Ransom fumed, grabbing your phone and clicking on the contact info. âDoes this motherfucker think he can talk to you like this?â Your best friendâs gaze flicked to yours and something inside you warmed when you saw the righteous anger simmering in his eyes. âAnd where the fuck does he get off calling you baby?âÂ
Your mouth opened to answer him, but Ransom just shook his head in a way that quelled you. Instead, he grabbed your hand with his free one and began leading you through the party toward the back of the house. Your feet moved quickly to keep up with his longer strides, and he slowed a little so he didnât hurt your arm as he tugged you into the backyard. Ransom walked briskly through the gate in the fence that separated the lawn from the forest.Â
You knew the forest around the Thrombey mansion just as well as the house itself, with its trees and the occasional statues representing Harlanâs various mystery novels. You and Ransom had played in the forest plenty when you were children, and partied amongst the statues when you were in your teens and early twenties. It was the only place the two of you could have any privacy, and you had to assume that Ransom wanted seclusion to discuss what your ex had said.
At your favorite of the statues in the forest, Ransom pulled to a stop and rounded on you, mischief gleaming in his blue eyes. You could tell he had a plan.Â
âDo you wanna show your shithead ex what heâs missing?âÂ
Ransomâs smile was sharp as a knife and you couldnât help but be distracted by your best friendâs handsomeness, just for a moment. His slicked-back brown hair gleamed in the spring sunshine that trickled down through the leafy trees above, and his broad shoulders filled out his henley so deliciously, you almost forgot the question he asked.Â
But then his words broke through your distracted mind and the grin that spread across your face was practically devilish in your delight. âWhat do you have in mind?â you asked eagerly, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you stared up at your best friend with nothing but trust.
Ransomâs eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to your mouth for just a second before he met yours again. âGet on your knees,â he said, his voice low and gruff in a way youâd never heard before. It made heat pool deep in your core and you squirmed a little but didnât hesitate to follow the order.Â
The forest floor was blanketed in a soft carpet of dying leaves, even as new growth flourished around you, the sweet scent of spring filling your senses as you lowered yourself to your knees. Your eyes remained fixed on Ransomâs as your knees hit the soft ground, and though you knew the two of you were alone in the woods, it truly felt as though you were the only two people in the whole world.
You werenât naive. You knew whatever your best friend had in mind to get back at your ex would be crossing one or two lines youâd never crossed with him before. But you trusted Ransom. You knew he wouldnât hurt you. And, truthfully, a part of you that you kept hidden and locked away so much of the time wanted to cross a line or two with your best friend.Â
So you sat on your knees on the ground at Ransomâs feet and stared up at him with all the trust you had in him no doubt written all over your face. You watched as his eyes softened and his mouth curved at the edges into a gentle smile, his expression filled with affection. It was so different to the hard or smarmy mask he wore in publicâand even around his familyâthat you relaxed even further, knowing heâd take care of you even as you got revenge on your ex.
âStick your tongue out,â Ransom murmured, his voice low and soft and nearly blending in with the breeze rustling the trees above you. His hand reached out and his fingers stroked your cheek, his smile deepening when you nuzzled into his palm before doing as he said. âGood girl, now look at me like you wanna suck my cock.â
A bolt of heat shot through you, nearly making you shiver as warmth bloomed, feral and unbidden, within your body. Ransomâs command was certainly crossing a line, but it felt like permission, too. For the first time in a very long time, you let the feelings youâd hidden away come rushing to the surface. The force of them surprised you, and you found yourself leaning into the arousal that swirled through your body.
With your tongue already sticking out, you let yourself sink into the desire you felt to suck Ransomâs cock and let it show in the way you were posed. You arched your back to stick out your ass and push up your chest, giving your best friend a good view of your tits in your dress. Letting your eyes go heavy-lidded with arousal, you stared eagerly up at your best friend.
You couldnât help but notice the way his eyes darkened, his pupils blowing wide and his lips parting as he let out a heavy breath. He looked transfixed by you, and if you werenât sticking your tongue out, you wouldâve smirked at his reaction to you.
For a long moment, the two of you just stared at each other. Then, Ransom shook himself lightly and he held up your phone, swiping it open to the camera. You watched as he angled it the way he wanted, and waited patiently while he took a few pictures of you on your knees in front of him.Â
When his eyes returned to your face, you relaxed your pose a little, expecting him to give you your phone so you could pick out a photo to send to your ex. Instead, Ransom gave you a considering look.
âDo you really wanna piss off your ex?â he asked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that made butterflies stir in your belly even as more warmth trickled down between your thighs. A slow, evil grin spread across his handsome face that made your stomach flutter and your core clench. âDo you wanna show him what heâs missing?â
âYes.â Your answer slipped from your lips before you really had a chance to think about it, but once it was out, you wouldnât take it back. You trusted Ransom, you really wanted to get back at your ex, and, even more than that, you were desperately curious to see how far your best friend would take things. So you doubled down, giving him an evil smile of your own. âYes, I do.â
Ransomâs grin turned a little smug as he looked at you with mischievous delight dancing in his eyes. The dappled light of the sunny spring day shifted across his face, and you sucked in a silent breath at just how handsome your best friend was. Your heart thumped in your chest, but you pushed the meaning behind that feeling aside and focused on the moment.
âUnzip my pants and pull my cock out,â Ransom murmured, his tone low and rough as gravel, sending a shiver down your spine.
Immediately, your eyes dropped to the front of your best friendâs slacks and you couldnât help but notice the bulge there. A delighted smile curled the edges of your mouth. Ransom was just as turned on by you as you were by him. That knowledge gave you the courage you needed to do as he said.Â
Your fingers fumbled excitedly with Ransomâs clothes as you pushed up his henley and undid the button and fly of his pants. You pushed them and his boxer briefs down over his hips, revealing the long length of his cock. It bounced free from his briefs and you sucked in a sharp gasp. He was so thick and long, your body clenched with the need to be filled just at the sight of your best friendâs cock.
Eagerly, you leaned forward, pressing your face to the underside of Ransomâs cock and inhaling the clean, musky scent of him. He smelled so good, you could feel your body react to your best friendâs cock, your pussy soaking your thong and making a mess of your thighs. Tilting your head back, you turned your heavy-lidded eyes up to Ransom, staring up at him while you nuzzled into his hard length.
âYeah, just like that,â Ransom rasped, giving you an encouraging nod while his thumb tapped the screen of your phone, taking photos of you. âLook so pretty with my cock on your face, baby.â
A pleased smile curved your lips and your eyes closed as you savored the wonderful feeling of Ransomâs praise. It made your body warm even further, and you conveyed how happy it made you by pressing a soft kiss to the underside of Ransomâs cock. He rumbled an appreciative sound and when you looked up at him again, his eyes were the darkest youâd ever seen, his entire attention focused entirely on you.
You liked having Ransomâs attention and you didnât wait for him to give you more instructions. Trailing your lips up the length of his cock, you pressed wet, suckling kisses to the velvety soft skin wrapped around the hardness beneath. You didnât know which of you enjoyed it moreâRansom, with his face twisted into a look of pleasure and his chest heaving, or you, with your pussy dripping between your thighs.Â
It seemed to take Ransom a moment to remember what he was supposed to be doing, that the point of you being on your knees was to record what you were doing to get back at your ex. He tapped the screen of your phone once, and when he spoke, there was something in his voice that made you think he was recording a videoâa tenor of encouragement that made you want to perform.
âHow dâyou like my cock, baby?â he asked, a smirk clear on his face and in his tone. âAm I bigger than your ex?â
You wanted to grin and laughâRansomâs cock was much bigger than your exâs. Instead, you curved your lips into your most vixenish smile and nuzzled into your best friendâs hardness like it was your most cherished stuffed animal.Â
âI looove your cock, Ran,â you purred in a sultry voice, not having to try hard to show your appreciation for him. You pressed a kiss to his hard length and licked the underside of the head, wringing a grunt from your best friend. âYou have such a big cock, daddy, way bigger than my exâI donât know how Iâm gonna fit you in my tight little throat.â You batted your lashes up at the camera while you swirled your tongue around the tip, licking up your best friendâs precum.Â
Ransom tapped your phone and moved it out of the way so he could look straight at you, raising one of his eyebrows in amusement. ââDaddyâ?â he asked, a delighted smirk curving his lips.
You stroked Ransomâs cock while you pulled back to answer. âMy ex always wanted me to call him that, but it never felt right,â you said, making a face before you leaned forward again, wrapping your lips around the tip of your best friendâs cock and sucking on him lightly. Ransom grunted in pleasure.
âKeep going, baby, weâll show that shithead what heâs never gonna have,â Ransom rasped, lifting your phone up again and tapping the screen while you took his cock deeper into your mouth. âSuck daddyâs cock, baby, be a good girl and show me how much you love my dick.â
You wanted to smile at Ransomâs filthy words, but instead you focused your attention entirely on his cock, bobbing your head on his hard length until the tip of him was pressing against the back of your throat. Youâd never taken anyone as big as him, but you were determined to deep throat your best friend, so you relaxed your throat and pushed yourself. After a few tries, you took him all the way in, until his cock was bulging in your throat and your nose was pressed flat to his stomach.
âOh fuck, jesus christ, baby,â Ransom shouted when you swallowed around him, your throat squeezing his hardness as you fought to keep him buried to the root in your mouth. Tears streamed down your face, and drool trickled down your chin, but you paid it no mind, focusing entirely on your best friendâs cock.
His big hand settled on the crown of your head, fingers flexing like he wanted to grab you and hold you down on his cock. Your pussy clenched at the thought, but Ransom seemed not to want to hurt you, so he simply bucked his hips a little, fucking your throat in short thrusts.Â
âShit, âm gonna come,â he rasped, his voice rough and strained in a way youâd never heard before. It made you squeeze your thighs together as more wetness flooded your already messy slit. âBaby, âm gonna come, holy fuck, your throat feels so fucking good, oh fuck.â
When his cock started to twitch, you pulled off and smiled sweetly up at your best friend. âCome on my face, Ran,â you panted, your voice breathy as you stared directly into Ransomâs darkened eyes.Â
It took you a moment to realize Ransomâs hand holding your phone had dropped to his side, and the entirety of his focus was on youâjust you. A pleased smile curled your lips while you pumped your best friendâs cock in your fist, squeezing the tip while he tossed his head back and let out a loud, pleasured groan.
Ransom came, muttering, âBaby, baby, baby,â under his breath, ropes of his come landing all over your face, joining the tears, spit and drool already coating your cheeks and chin. You opened your mouth, catching some of his spend on your tongue and humming happily at the musky taste of him.Â
When Ransom tipped his head back up and opened his eyes to look at you, his mouth fell open in a helpless moan when he took in the state of you.Â
âFuck,â he groaned, his eyes roving over your face hungrily, like he couldnât get enough of seeing you with his come on your cheeks. âYou look so pretty covered in my come, baby,â he murmured, warmth and affection in his tone as he stroked your jaw, one of the few places on your face that wasnât messy.
You grinned up at your best friend, pleased at his praise, though that didnât stop you from teasing him. âWhy donât you take a picture, daddy, itâll last longer,â you sassed. But once the words were out, you realized how serious you were about the suggestion. When Ransom raised his eyebrows in question, you whispered, âUse your phoneâif you want.â
Ransom didnât need to be told twice. He pulled his phone from the pocket of his pants and angled it above your face. âSmile for me, baby,â he murmured softly, and you couldnât help but follow the gentle command. He took a few photos of you, sitting on your knees in the forest, covered in his come.Â
Once he was done, he stowed both your phones in his pocket and pulled his henley off over his head, leaving him in a simple white t-shirt. You werenât sure what he was doing until he started using the soft cotton garment to clean your face. He was gentle, wiping the come from your face and then clearing away your ruined makeup.Â
Somehow, it felt so much more intimate than sucking your best friendâs cock and all you could do was sit there, your heart pounding in your chest while you let Ransom take care of you. His gaze caught yours, and you saw his crystal blue eyes were swirling with just as much emotion as was filling your heart, and something seemed to pass between the two of youâan understanding that something had changed between you.
When heâd cleaned your face to the best of his ability, Ransom tucked his cock away then helped you to stand, supporting your weight while he brushed the dirt and leaves off your knees. You leaned heavily against his chest when he stood up, his arms looping easily around you and you shared another silent moment, both of you smiling and staring into each otherâs eyes.
It was you who ended up breaking the moment, asking the question that was making you burn with curiosity. âAre we really going to send those pictures and videos to my ex?â you asked, watching your best friendâs face for his reaction. Truth be told, you still wanted to get back at your ex for what heâd said, but since Ransomâs cock was in them, he had a right to a say in it.
He seemed to be watching you just as carefully as you were watching him. âDo you want to?â he asked, his voice toneless. He was leaving it up to you.
An evil smile spread across your face, Ransomâs lips curving into a smirk in response. âYeah,â you said brashly. âLet him see what he couldâve had.â
âJust as long as you tell him whoâs dick youâre sucking,â Ransom murmured, kissing your temple and pulling your phone from his pocket to hand to you. âI want him to know youâre my girl now.â
At those possessive words, you looked up at your best friend in surprise, but Ransom only gave you a look like you should know better.
Ducking your head, you hid an exceptionally pleased smile as you turned in Ransomâs arms and leaned back against his broad chest so he could watch over your shoulder. Together, you picked out the best photos and videos to send to your ex.
Sorry! Sent that to the wrong person. These are just for you. Oh and Ransom says hi.Â
You couldnât help but giggle when your ex immediately started blowing up your phone, taking great pleasure in blocking him. When you were done, you handed your phone back to Ransom to hold for you, since your dress didnât have pockets, and you turned in his arms again. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you looked up at your best friend with a smile.
âSo Iâm your girl now, huh?â you asked, unable to let him get away with just a look for confirmation.
Ransomâs strong arms wound around your waist, holding you tight to his chest. âAs if Iâd be such a fool as to let anyone else have you,â he said, snorting to himself. âIâm not as stupid as your ex.â
âClearly,â you said dryly, laughing at the unamused look he shot you.Â
But then Ransom silenced your laughter with a kiss, his mouth slanting to yours perfectly. All at once, you let the emotions youâd bottled up for so long flow free, and you clung to Ransom as you both deepened the kiss. His tongue plunged into your mouth like he was staking a claim, and you answered him back with just as much fervor.Â
It was less a first kiss and more a devouring of souls as the two of you made out in the woods of the Thrombey estate.
Finally, Ransom pulled away with a groan. âOK, hereâs the plan,â he said with a huff, pressing his forehead to yours. His chest was heaving as he caught his breath, but he soldiered on. âWe go back, tell everyone you have a headache and Iâm gonna drive you home,â he said, pausing briefly to kiss you. âThen I take you back to my place and we donât leave my bed for two daysâmaybe three.â
Laughing and nodding you pushed up on your tiptoes and kissed Ransom again. âThree, definitely three,â you agreed.
âGood girl,â he murmured, kissing you again.
 Before he pulled away entirely, though, Ransom caught your eye and you knew from the mischief sparkling in the depths of his gaze that he had another dare for you. You grinned eagerly.Â
âI dare you to take off your thong and go back to the party with your needy little cunt dripping down your thighs for me,â Ransom rumbled, his voice deliciously low and deep and making you want to jump him right there in the woods.
When Ransom raised an eyebrow in a challenging look, your pussy clenched at the filthy dare, your whole body warming as arousal flooded through you again. You didnât know what expression your face was making, but it made Ransom grin and press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
âIf youâre a good girl, daddy will give you a reward when we get to my place,â he murmured.Â
But Ransom hadnât needed to offer you an incentive.
After all, you never could resist a dare from Ransom Drysdale.
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hear me out ok the 5 cevens characters working together to fluster bunny. like randomly one morning she wakes up and she's getting it from all sides. poor bunny is teased to tears before ransom or jensen finally take some sympathy on her and let her cockwarm them while hiding her embarrassed teary eyes <3
Oh God I am melting becauseee-
Warning(s): Somnophilia (consensual), dacryphilia, gangbang, corruption kink, p-in-v, blow job, anal, boob fucking, handjob, degredation, cockwarming.
Bunny is confused at first, (the innocence of which drives Lloyd mad), then turned on but then soon overwhelmed due to how much of a sensitive Princess she is.Â
Daddies had discussed this with her a couple weeks ago with a mutual agreement that whenever it happens it will be a surprise because Bunny always has her safe word anyways.
"Hnnng~" her plugged mouth vibrates against Lloyd's cock as Ari stretches her unsuspecting and very tight pussy with a capital S.Â
She's basically hanging between the huge men and being held up solely by their cocks like one of those hentais.Â
Andy is grunting behind her as he wraps her hair around his fist and pushes his fat dick between her plump ass cheeks and up her much lubed pucker.Â
Jensen is still praising her for being so brave as he guides her smaller hand around his girth, free hand stroking her hair which was the only consolation with all the violation going on.Â
"Dirty little horn Bunny" Ari snickers from his spot as he feels her move around him. "Half asleep but still moaning and clenching around our cocks while we fuck her dumb."
Lloyd hisses as he enters her throat from his spot besides her since Ransom is thrusting between her tits.
The dark haired man grunts and curses at the sight before him as he rocks his hips against her chest, holding both of Bunny's tits together while she hangs propped up by all their cocks, panting through her nostrils.Â
She's spread out and filled to all her brims like a lifeless fuck doll, lazy eyes scanning her surroundings through her still droopy eyelids.Â
It goes on for hours.Â
Some daddies even change positions.Â
Touching, teaching, fucking, degradation and praise which is just Jensen building her up for the other daddies (and him) to crush back down.Â
Bunny is a whining and crying gurgling mess by the end of it, covered in cum and tears as she trembles on her hands and knees, their juices leaking out of all her holes.
"Aw, would you look at this leaking little breeding bunny" Jensen chuckles darkly as the other Daddies enjoy the sight.
Bunny ducks her head as this rare side of Jensen makes her feel even more vulnerable, exposed and small, if it were even possible after all that.
Ransom chuckles to himself when her bottom lip wobbles and eyes tear up.Â
"But she's a good breeding bunny, isn't that right?" His fingers slip through her sweaty hair as he comfortingly caresses it.Â
Bunny peaks up at him only through her lashes and murmurs out a weak and broken 'yes Daddy'.
"Look at how small and pathetic she is. Nothing but a fine set of tight little holes" Lloyd's spank is cruel as it nearly echoes in the room.Â
Bunny whimpers into Ransom's hand again and that is when he finally takes mercy at the fucked out sight.Â
"Little Bunny can't take any more, huh? Needs Daddy to protect and take care of her?" She vigorously nods, feeling the gazes of the other Daddies almost cut her skin.
Ransom's chest swells with pride and authority when he sits on her Princess Bunny bed and pats his thigh.Â
The girl obediently crawls into it before nuzzling her red face in his broad chest.Â
The male positions his cock against her much well lubricated entrance before gripping her hips and lowering her down on it.Â
Bunny moans and whimpers, tightening her arms around him as she clenches in defense before eventually adjusting to Ransom's thick and veiny girth, feeling him just under organs.Â
It's not long before she's snoring against his chest, exhausted from the erotic episode.
Ransom continues to rock them back and forth slowly, caressing her back as he presses a reassuring kiss to the top of her head every now and then.Â
The other Daddies leave but not before Ari makes the remark that she's just like a fuck doll, being turned on to serve her purpose and then going right back to idle mode when her batteries run out.Â
Andy, Lloyd and Jensen snicker as they follow the giant out of the room.
Maybe they will wake her the same way later.Â
With their little slut Bunny, the possibilities are endless.
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Iâm Not Supposed to Play with Boys
Summary: Â Ransom always gets what he wants. Â Even if he has to wait.
Pairings: Â Ransom Drysdale X Reader
Rating: Â Explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, (step) dadâs best friend, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, age gap, dirty talk, D/s dynamics, degradation, teasing, edging, female masturbation/humping, fingering, finger in mouth, humiliation, body writing, oral sex (M receiving), daddy kink, voyeurism, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: Â 3.6K
Ransom Drysdale Masterlist
Your dad looks at the rear view mirror. Â Watching your face as the car looms ever closer to the Thrombey estate. Â You try to remain neutral in your thoughts as more and more of the animal statues come into view. Â Counting each one because the closer they were, the closer you got to the mansion. Â And you hope that the person you had been longing to see was there. Â
Your dad sighs, and you look at the reflection of his cobalt eyes, âRansom is going to be here today, and I expect you to be on your best behavior.â
âYouâre not my real dad, and Iâm not a child.â
âYou are visiting from college, and this is my friendâs family home,â his voice gets a bit more of an edge to it, and you roll your eyes. Â He was so predictable. Â Expected perfection from you. Â Because you reflected on him.
âHoney, just listen to your dad,â your mom yawns, pushing her seat back, and closing her eyes. Â There wasnât even that much further to go, and she was already sleepy from who knows what. Â Your step-father rolls his eyes as the creepy estate comes into view, but that pretty little Beemer was nowhere insight. Â
âDo you think Linda would mind me taking a nap?â Your mom pets on his arm, and you feel like getting sick. Â She was more of a friend than a mother. Â She had you when she couldnât even legally drive. Â It was like the two of you had grown up together. Â And sometimes you wondered if she was still trying to sew her wild oats.
He slowly removes his foot from the accelerator, throwing the car into park, âIâm going to see if they need any help in the kitchen,â you jump out before he could say anything. Â He was going to wait outside with the family, while your mother took her ânapâ. Â You were going to wait where you could hopefully see that Beemer drive up. Â They didnât need help in the kitchen. Â Everything was already outside. Â But you did exactly what Ransom had asked you to. Â And now you wait.
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Ransom spots his best friendâs car, and gets a big grin on his face. Â He was told that you were home from Harvard. Â He doesnât waste time saying his hellos, he needs a snack. Â From the kitchen. Â Into the house he walks, and straight into the kitchen. Â He must have been quieter than he had thought. Â You hadnât noticed him.
Your back is to him, and he notices slow little movements forward. Â Right at the table. Â A soft little whimper is music to his ears. Â He opens up a cabinet for a packet of cookies, and you push off the table, âWhat cha doing?â He looks all the way down your body before meeting your stare with an arrogant grin.
âN-n-nothing,â you answer quickly. Â Smoothing down your dress as you look at anything that wasnât him. Â You have never been more embarrassed in your life.
âLooked like you were humping the edge of the table. Â Where you fucking my grandpaâs table?â You shake your head no, starting to retreat out of the kitchen. Â âWait. Â Iâm not finished talking to you. Â If I happen to lift that little skirt of yours am I going to see that pretty pussy wet?â
âUmâŠno,â why was him embarrassing you like that making you more heated?  Why was there a fresh gush of your juices to your core at the sound of his voice?
âBe a good girl, and lift up your skirt. Â Come on, I wanna see. Â Just wanna know if youâre still a desperate little slut for me,â slowly you lift up your skirt, and indeed the cotton gusset of your panties are darkened with your slick. Â âYou were saying?â He chuckles, looking back up at you.
âIâm sorry, Ransom.  IâŠâ
âOh, sweet little princess, what made you so weak in the knees? Â Whatâs got you all needy and grinding on that old table?â
Your eyes drift down to the floor, and your cheeks heat up in flames. Â He was going to make you say it, and you couldnât. Â You mustnât. Â âYou know who.â
âYeah, but that crush was a couple of years ago. Â You canât still have a thing for little ole me, right?â
âI â I had sex like you asked.  Iâve got experience now,â your voice is desperate when you try to tell Ransom that you followed his rules for you when you graduated.  You followed his instructions perfectly.  Listened to every word.  âIâŠâ
âAnd youâre still a needy fucking thing. Â What is that you want? Â You want to suck my fat cock?â
âYes! Â Please!â Ransomâs mouth turns up into a devilish smirk. Â Lifting his hand up, he curls his finger, beckoning you to him. Â
You get almost to him, but he backs away, âNo, no. Â Show me what you were doing just a minute ago. Â But hold your skirt up. Â I wanna watch. Â Show me how you get off when you think of me,â you gulp deeply as you walk back to the edge of the table. Â Lifting up your skirt when you settle yourself on the mahogany. Â Your lips spread over the wood, and it touches right on your clit, and you start grinding on it.
âThere ya go. Â I bet that feels good on your desperate little cunt, hmm? Â You thinking of my cock splitting you open?â
âYeah,â whining as you grind down even harder.
âFucking you so hard that your head is pounding on headboard.â
âYeah. Â Yes!â
âHave you screaming out âFuck me harder, daddy,â your hips race your forward. Â Getting so close that you're panting out his name. Â Getting just right to edge, when Ransom places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you off the table, âI didnât say you could come, you greedy little slut. Â Now letâs see how wet you are,â he shoves his fingers into your panties, and you moan when he gathers up your slick.
Holding out his hand, he stretches his fingers out, letting you see just how sticky and wet the mess in your panties is. Â Smiling at his fingers before he presses them past your lips, âBe a good girl, and clean me off,â closing your mouth around his fingers, you suck yourself off him. Â Circling your tongue around his thick digits. Â Almost creaming your panties when you hear him moan.
âNow, let's go say hey to your dad. Â Iâm sure a good handshake covered in your juices is just what he needs. Â Stay wet and messy,â he walks out, leaving you alone and uncomfortable with how wet you are. Â Nothing left to do but follow him outside. Â
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Ransom smirks at you from across the lawn. Â He has been having a steady conversation with your dad, but his eyes are always on you. Â He knows how uncomfortably soaked you are, and he finds it hilarious. Â It is a game to him to lick his lips, and readjust himself. Â Waiting until you were swishing your thighs together when you see his thick girthy cock in his palm. Â It was unfair.
Grunting, you stomp back inside. Â Needing to get something to drink. Â Who knew, maybe even taking a cold shower. Â Anything had to be better than what Ransom was doing to you. Â And the worst part was he knew! Â He knew that he was driving you crazy.
âDid I make you mad, Princess?â
âYouâre making me crazy!  Iâm soaked, and Iâm horny, and you knew.  You knew what you were doing whenâŠâ
âYou donât like me teasing you?â Crossing your arms over your chest, you shake your head no. Â Ransom looks you up and down as he steadily walks closer to you. Â Getting right in front of you when he leans to your ear. Â Sniffing up the side of your neck. Â His breath on you went straight to your core as more slick floods your underwear, âGet on your knees.â
âWhat?â What was his game? Â What did he want from you?
âGet on your knees, and suck my cock, Princess. Â Itâs hard and waiting on your filthy little mouth. Â Get on your knees now,â turning around, you can see the party going on outside. Â He wasnât serious. Â The window was right there. Â Your dad was right there. Â With a view straight inside to you and Ransom. Â
âYou want my cock? Â Well, here it is,â you look down between the two of you and his pretty cock is the only thing separating you. Â Beads of precum at the tip making it look all glistening and pretty, and you crave to taste it. Â
His thumb rubs over his slit, smearing his leaking juices over his thumb, and he paints the liquid on your lips, âSuck. Â My. Â Cock,â slowly you sink to your knees, kissing up his protruding vein, âAs much as I would like for you to take your time, we do have an audience out there. Â You wouldnât want daddy to see me fucking your pretty little face, would you?â
âUh-uh,â you whine as he pushes his length into your mouth. Â You hollow out your cheeks, and grip the back of his thighs. Â Rolling your eyes up to look at him. Â His hand pets over your neck a moment before he starts thrusting into you. Â You let him take control. Â Allowing him to use your mouth as his personal fuck toy.
He holds tightly to your head as he fucks into you. Â His eyes moving from your pretty face, stuffed with him, and then out to the guests outside, âHave you seen my daughter?â Your dad yells. Â You try to scurry away, but Ransom holds you tighter. Â His pelvis propelling into you more.
âNo. Â I think she had an upset stomach. Â Maybe sheâs been stuffing her mouth full,â Ransom snorts. Â Casually talking to your dad while he drives into you. Â He glances back down to you. Â Your weight had settled on one of his feet, and while he was fucking your face, you were grinding on his foot like a bitch in heat.
âYou think daddy can hear you gagging? Â You think he knows that you're drooling for my cock?â You whimper, holding onto him tighter. Â Undulating your hips, and soaking his foot with your arousal. Â You are dripping wet. Â Needy and ready to come. Â Sputtering around his member, your drool leaks down your neck. Â âYou filthy little slut couldnât wait for me to fuck one of her holes, could she? Â You gonna be my little slut? Â You gonna call me daddy instead?â
âMhmm,â he pulls himself out of your mouth, and you gasp for air. Â Your lungs sting as oxygen rushes to fill them up. Â His cock slaps across your face, and you don't understand.
âSay it. Â Call me daddy. Â Tell me how bad you want my cock. Â Even though I feel that sloppy cunt throbbing on my foot. Â I need to hear you say it.â
âDaddy, I want you to fuck my face. Â Need you to come in my throat?â Grabbing your head, he crams himself back into your mouth. Â Stabbing into you so fast. Â So deep he was making your throat bulge out. Â And your body hunger for more air.
âDaddyâs gonna give it to you.  Almost there.  Gotta hurry.  Canât let anyone see you being my pretty little slut.  Taking this big fat cock like a good girl.  Uh!  Uh!  Oh!â His head tilts back, and his load shoots into the back of your throat.  You moan at the salty musk that is Ransom.  Your hips fuck down on him harder.  Getting right thereâŠ
âI still didnât tell you to come,â he meanly states, pushing you off him.
âRansom! Â Thatâs not fair! Â I want to come, too.â
âWhat did you call me?â
âDaddy!â
âOh, sweetheart,â his voice is so patronizing as he lifts your skirt, âSpread your legs. Â Let daddy see what a pitiful little pussy this is,â you do as you're told, and he moves your panties aside. Â Staring at your pulsing cunt with a smile. Â âPitiful,â he lets a drip of his spit drop onto your pussy, and you moan at the cool sensation. Â
âWhatâs going on?â Your dadâs shadow falls into the kitchen, and over Ransomâs back, and you slap your hands over your skirt, covering yourself up.
âOh, she fell,â Ransom says quickly. Â Nodding to your dad as Ransom offers his hand down to him. Â âI think maybe she should lay down somewhere. Â She was acting a bit delirious.â
Your dad looks between the two of you, clearly not believing a word that either of you had said, âYouâll miss the fireworks.â
âIâve seen fireworks before. Â Ransom is right, dad, I just donât feel right. Â Must be all the excitement today.â
âGo upstairs, third door on the left. Â Thereâs a window that youâll be able to see all the fireworks,â you give him a nod as you walk up the stairs slowly. Â âIs everything okay?â Ransom asks with a smirk. Â He caught him spitting into your cunt. Â He knows his friend saw you all spread out for him.
âShe fell, huh?â He asks. Â His eyes darkening as he walks closer. Â Looking down at the floor to see a wet spot. Â You were messy.
âYep,â Ransom answers, popping his p. Â He holds his hands out shrugging, âI donât know what to tell you. Â Your daughter is clumsy. Â She tends to make a mess, too. Â Did you know she was a messy little thing?â
âSheâs not my real daughter,â he had to add that little bit of information. Â Had to let Ransom know when he was looking at you, it was okay.
âYeah, but you did really marry her mom. Â Maybe you should go outside, daddy-o. Â Isnât your wife finally awake?â He shakes his head no, starting to walk back out. Â Flinging his head towards the door. Â Wanting Ransom to follow. Â He had no such plans. Â He was going to fuck you during these fireworks. Â âAre you that lonely that you need me with you?â
âAre you?â His eyebrow cocks up, âDo you need me with you?â
âTouchĂ©.  Listen, I donât want to be crass, butâŠâ
âShe fell, huh? Â Is she going to fall again?â
âYep. Â Fall right on my dick.â
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âYou ready to come, Princess? Â I got the perfect seat for you to enjoy your fireworks. Â Look at this seat daddy prepared for you,â Ransom fists his cock a few times as you walk closer to him. Â âThere ya go. Â You gonna show daddy what you learned in school? Â Iâm sure Harvard is all boring, but what did those boys teach you in your dorm?â
âI want you to fuck me, though,â tonight was all about you doing all the work. Â You wanted nothing more than for Ransom to take advantage of you. Â Didnât care if everyone could hear you screaming. Â You wanted him.
âOh, Princess, this first time I want you to show daddy what those silly college boys taught you. Â Sit on my lap. Â Let daddy stretch you out,â taking a deep breath, you walk over to Ransom. Â Straddling his legs, you grab the base of his cock, and run it through your slit. Â
Looking into Ransomâs eyes, you slowly sink down over him, biting at your lip. Â None of the boys from school felt like him. Â None of them looked like him. Â And when you sink balls deep on him, you know that none of them have ever been that deep. Â Couldnât even wish to reach the depths that Ransom did, âDaddy!â
âI know, Princess. Â Daddy has such a big cock. Â You just sit like that until your pussy doesnât hurt anymore. Â I got her all stretched out, huh?â You nod your head as you bite your lip. Â Overwhelmed because you finally feel Ransom. Â Finally have him inside of you. Â Something you have dreamed about for years. Â âYou feel me in your belly, honey?â
âYeah. Â But it feels good.â
âYeah it does. Â You gonna let me cum in this tight little pussy? Â You are so pretty when youâre a mess,â you slowly start to grind over Ransom. Â Getting a better feel of him before you start to bounce on top of him. Â Letting your pussy suck him right back in as deep as you could take him. Â âYour titties do look pretty bouncing in my face.â
Fireworks boom outside the window, but you only see Ransom. Â His mouth chases your tits, just so he can give your buds a nibble. Â âDaddy!â
âI know, Princess. Â Daddy wouldnât let you come earlier today, because it makes you that much more needy. Â It hasnât been that long, and I feel your pussy fluttering around me. Â My god, I donât even think I can last.â
BOOM, âDaddy!â
âTell me what you need, Princess. Â Let daddy give it to you.â
BOOM! Â POP! Â âDaddy!â
âYou keep getting louder. Â They canât hear you. Â Tell daddy what you want.â
âDaddy! Â I wanna come! Â Daddy, let me come!â
âYour daddy will make sure you come,â Andy steps up behind you, those thick arms wrapping around your stomach. Â One hand spreads your lips further apart, while the other starts making tight circles over your clit. Â âDoes my sweet girl wanna come?â
âYes! Â Daddy, I wanna come!â
âWoah, woah. Â Iâm daddy, and this is my princess,â Ransom pouts up at his best friend. Â He knew letting Andy watch was a bad idea. Â Sick bastard.
âDaddy is gonna help you come,â Andy moans, while you continue to ride Ransom, Andy has got you feeling like you're flying. Â Overstimulated, and then he starts to kiss along your neck, while Ransom starts sucking on your tit. Â His other hand rolls your nipples between his fingers. Â Everything felt good. Â Every part of you feels so fucking good. Â Your skin is buzzing with euphoria. Â âGo on, Princess. Â Come. Â Daddyâs gonna let you come.â
âDaddy!â You scream as your leg starts trembling. Â âDaddy! Â Daddy Iâm coming! Â Iâm coming!â Â
âFuck, Andy, sheâs got me in a vice grip. Â Squeezing me so fucking hard. Â There, baby. Â Keep riding daddy, yeah! Â Fuck yeah!â You moan as Ransom spurts creamy ribbons of his thick cum deep into your core. Â Your walls pulse around him, milking every bit of his spend out on him. Â âFuck me!â
âI believe she just did. Â Princess, you okay?â You get a dopey smile on your face, whispering yes. Â âThat was incredible. Â How long have you two been fucking?â
âJust this once, Andy. Â Now, I let you play with your daughter a bit, but why donât you let me clean her up. Â Youâre married. Â Donât need to be fucking your daughter anyways.â
âQuit calling her my daughter! Â Sheâs not my real daughter,â your eyes start to slowly close as you let your high wash over you. Â You had him. Â He was still in you. Â He had filled you up, and it feels so fucking good.
âYouâre just saying that because you want to fuck her. Â You,â both men stop when you get up, and lay on the bed on your back. Â âPrincess, why donât you spread your legs,â your eyes fully close, and you spread your legs. Â Putting your gaping cunt on display for both men. Â
They stare at your pretty and stretched out channel, and when Ransom's cum starts to leak out, they both gasp. Â âMy god if that isnât the prettiest thing Iâve ever seen.â
âSheâs on birth control. Â Her mom was scared she was sleeping around too much in college. Â Let me guess, that was your doing?â
âYeah, I donât do virgins. Â They get attached too easily. Â Plus, I had her riding daddyâs cock like her life depended on it. Â Could you see how deep she took me from your angle?â
âYes,â Andy rolls his eyes. Â âSaw you destroying her pussy.â
âJust wait until I fuck her. Â Mmm, my cock is getting hard again. Â If you donât want to see me fuck your daughter in her sleep, I suggest you leave now. Â Because Iâm going to fuck that slut right into the mattress. Â Itâs too soon to share her. Â You were supposed to just watch.â
Andy Barber never just watches. Â He would fuck you too. Â Heâd make Ransom watch as he pounds into you. Â Instead of going to you, Ransom grabs up a pen, âWhat are you doing?â
âReminding her,â he says, scribbling âobedientâ on one inner thigh. Â âGood girlâ written on the other. Â âPrincess, who owns your pussy?â
âYou do, daddy. Â Thatâs daddyâs pussy,â Ransom looks back at his friend with a smile. Â âItâs all daddyâs. Â Whenever daddy wants it.â
âDaddyâs cumdump?â
âUh huh,â you smile as he writes cumdump on your belly.
âDaddy's pretty little cum princess.â
âYep,â Andy stomps out of the room, making sure to slam the door. Â And you pout up at Ransom.
âHeâs just jealous that Iâm going to pump you so full of cum, you wonât know what to do with yourself. Â My pretty little princess cumslut.â
âJust daddyâs.â
âUnless daddy wants to share?â
âUnless daddy wants to share,â oh Ransom is going to have too much fun with you. Â His personal little sex toy. Â One he was going to have a lot of fun playing with. Â And showing off. Â His little fuckdoll that wanted him to do whatever he wanted. Â And he would. Â âDaddy, Iâm sleepy.â
âYou want daddy to hold you while you take a nap?â Nodding your head, you make grabby hands up at Ransom, and he crawls into the bed beside you. Â âOkay, get some sleep, Princess. Â You gotta be rested, so I can fuck you, right?â
âRight. Â Shh.â
âI know. Â Sleep. Â Dream. Â And Iâll be right here.â
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đĄđđ©đ©đąđ§đđŹđŹ đąđŹ đ đđźđđđđ«đđ„đČ [đđĄđ©. 1]
đđđąđ«đąđ§đ đŹ: dark!ransom drysdale x innocent!reader
đđđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: smut, rape/non-con, drugging/date-raping, somnophilia, dom/sub undertones, degrading, oral sex (male receiving), virginity kink, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, choking, size difference, heavy misogyny, heavy angst, extreme physical violence (mentions of blood), extremely dark themes, 18+ minors dni!
đđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: you let your friends drag you out for a night, which turns into a living nightmare because of one person; Ransom Drysdale.
You look at your reflection in the mirror, itâs almost as if a stranger is gazing back at you. You lookâdifferent, good. Youâre living and out of body experience, wearing the unusual skimpy outfit youâve got on; a silk red dress hugging at your curves, makeup done to perfection, hair pinned up in a soft, angelic, loose bun.
You slowly drag your tongue along your bottom lip, feeling the buttery, slick texture of the red gloss laying across your lip, the taste of the plain, sticky substance odd on your tastebuds. Your tiny dorm echoes with a sharp rap against the rattling wood door, a signal that Daisy is waiting outside.
You sigh and give yourself one last glance as you grab your clutch, stopping at the door, eyeing your ratted-down coat, the left sleeve practically falling off at the shoulder, the seams frayed to no revival. You open your door and see the redhead beaming at you.
âOh my god! You look amazing! Oh, I knew red would be your color.â
You blush at the reminder of the embarrassing conversation the pair of you had in a bustling, expensive store at the Boulevard Mall the week before. You swear you almost died when you saw the price tag.
âAh, forget about it, Iâll put it on Daddyâs credit card. He wonât mind.â Daisy would say, twirling her hair around, without a care in the world.
To say sheâd been born spoon-fed off a silver platter would be an understatement. Her parents were among the most wealthy in the country, god, maybe even the world.
They rubbed elbows with the rich, neck high in gold coins. You didnât need her to tell you about her wealth, her Rolls Royce spoke for her, a shimmering silver-plated car her father had bought her at the beginning of the semester. You guess her Audi wasnât cutting it.
You are practically tugged down to the elevator, all the way to her car. She opens the door and shoves you in, squealing in delight as she floors it to the club.
You werenât raised in a mansion on Beacon Hill, hell you werenât even the occasional litter on the sidewalks. You were a quiet, city girl, grinding your elbows in soap, helping your mother clean houses since you were five.
The whole nine yards were already planned out in your head since you were 10. Youâd focus on your studies, push your way to the top, building up from scraps, from scratch.
But life isnât like a dream. It never is.
The pair of you pull up to the club, the valet taking the keys from Daisyâs manicured hand. She links elbows with you, laughing like sheâs already drunk, babbling about the off-fielder whoâd won Crimson their last game. How, in her words, fucking massive his cock was. Swearing she almost died giving him head last week after the game.
The two of you push through the sweaty cluster of bodies and up to the bar. You hold Daisy up as she drunkenly orders a plate of shots. You sigh and drag your group to a table in the back corner.
They down the entire plate, leaving you a single shot. Your girls hook each other into their elbows and swing their hips into the crowd. You sigh and watch as the night unfolds. Two hours pass by in a flash and your single shot is slowly collecting water droplets over its glass in front of you.
You check your phone, the screen blinding you as it reads 1:28 am. You sigh and stand up, pushing your way through the swaying crowd. You make your way to Daisy, whoâs practically going at it with some guy.Â
You clear your throat and groan before you tap her on the shoulder. She swats your hand away before you try again. She turns around, heat in her eyes.
âWhat the fuckâoh, whatâs wrong? Are you feeling sick?â She asks, pushing the guy away from her. He grabs at her hips and tries to reel her back to him.
She shoves him away and grabs your wrist, pulling you to the back of the club, and into the bustling bathroom. The door swings open and itâs literal hell; youâre smacked in the face with the greatest cloud of weed mixed with vape smoke youâd ever imagined.
You cough and turn to the counter, girls and doing lines, snorting them through a wrinkled five-dollar bill. You stare for too long, if the way they turn to you with disgusted eyes says anything.
Daisy takes you into a stall, and pats your face with some powder, and fixes your lipstick.
âMaybe, I should go homeâŠâ You mumble as Daisy wipes excess lipstick from the corner of your mouth.
âWhat? No. We just got here.â
âDaisy, this isnât my thing.â You grimace and she sighs.
âHey, the night isnât totally ruined. You could still end up waking in someoneâs bed.â She says in a sing-song voice.
âI hope itâs only my own.â You groan, rubbing at your forehead. You give Daisy the saddest, tired eyes you can muster and she sighs.
âAlright, we can go.â She says, nodding.
You shake your head. âStay, youâve got your floor partner out there waiting for you. I can make it home. I promise Iâll be okay.â
She nods and grabs your hand, dragging you out of the bathroom. âBe safe, this side of the city isnât safe to be walking. I can set you up with an Uber.âÂ
âIâm okay. I promise, Daisy. Iâll see you in the morning.â You take her into a tight hug and she pats your hair down.
âIâm serious. Be safe.â
âAlways.â You smile.
You sigh and walk out of the club, the Halloween chill has you shaking in your heels, wishing youâd brought your coat. You pull your phone out of your clutch and try the power button, only to find it dead. You think about going back into the club, groaning as you imagine pestering Daisy for a ride home.
Damn.
You groan, running a hand through your hair, spotting, from your peripheral vision, a group of men kicking around bottles at the end of the street. Conspiring against your prayers, whatever god lives above reels them towards you. They drunkenly try to sweet-talk you, reaching a hand out to grab the end of your dress.
Your heart thuds against your chest and your body heats up, anxiety rattling in your bones. Your hands shake against your thighs and you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.
Itâs all to no avail.
âAre you all alone, honey?â One asks, most likely the ring leaders.
âNo, a friendâs inside. Sheâs ordering us a cab.â You turn away from them, looking toward the club. A few frat boys come out, drunkenly laughing at themselves, and look you up and down.
Youâre a slab of meat, a fresh sirloin steak, thrown in the middle of a street filled with strays, foaming at the mouth, claws digging into the gravel beneath you.
You find yourself slowly cornered into the street, before falling back on your palms. You find yourself being surrounded by both groups of men. The screech of tires being locked by breaks echoes through the night air, as youâre blinded by headlights. You turn your head to find yourself a foot away from the bumper of a car.
You swallow the thick lump in the bottom of your throat and move from the car.
The driver steps out, a silhouette, reallyâtall and broad, shoulders square, shoes shining as he stalks towards the front of the car. You drag your eyes up his body, catching the way his arms swell under the unearthly soft-looking material of a white, cable knit sweater, perfectly hidden by the overcoat heâs sporting.
You turn to the group of men, tails between their legs as they look at one another and scramble away. Youâre left alone with the silhouette, he speaks to you, voice drowned by the whizzing cars and natural night noise.
âAre you okay?â He asks, voice gruff and tired as he stalks closer to you.
You blink rapidly and quickly nod your head. You scramble onto your palms and shakily stand up. You move back a little as he simply stares at you.
âWhat were you doing out here alone?â
âI justââ You fix your dress, crossing your arms over yourself. âI was going home. This isnât really my crowd.â
Ransom looks you up and down, and turns to the bar.
âWho took you there? Itâs a scrub-hole.â He grunts, standing a little straighter.
âMyâŠfriend.â
âSome friend. Especially if she left you out here on your own.â He steps closer to you, staggering a little as the street lights finally shine upon him. The light scent of alcohol rolls with his words into the night air.
The yellow flickering lights illuminate him in a golden halo. It accentuates his broadness even more, creating the perfect shadows over his arms and chest; it paints him almost herculean.
Your eyes widen as he tilts his head a little, looking at your palm. You raise your hand up and look at the red filling the lines of your palm. You look at the ground and wipe off the blood and pavement residue off your hand.
âIâm Ransom, do you know your name?â He asks, looking at you, trying to see if youâre okay.
You just keep staring at him and he chuckles.
âWhy donât I take you home? Make sure youâre safe for the night?â He asks.
You look up at him, noticing just how much closer heâs gotten to you, and blink up at him from beneath your lashes. You feel your chest tightening as anxiety fills your veins.
âO-Okay.â You nod, taking Ransomâs offered hand and letting him lead you to his car. The hand on the small of your back burns through your dress. You feel his palm against your skin even when he lifts it, closing the door for you once you're settled.
He rounds the car, sitting in the driver's seat as he starts the car again. The engine revs to life as he slowly pulls forward, turning over to look at you. You simply stare at your heels and blink; the scenario slowly creeping up on you.
You turn to Ransom and look back out to the street. You watch as the car whizzes through the empty streets. Your eyes trail with street lights and dimmed buildings.
The car speeds into the merging lane of the highwayâwhich goes to the opposite side of the city. You sit up a little, looking out towards the empty interstate.
âIâm sorry, I forgot to say I-I live at the dorms, the ones by theââ
âWeâre going to my house.â He says, not even offering you a glance.
The prickling heat of anxiety bites at the back of your neck. You try to keep your composure as you look around at the slowly growing street.
He continues on the freeway, down till it becomes a one-lane road. It leads out onto a snow-covered street, which is lined with bare trees that break into a deep meadow.
The snow is illuminated a bright white as you grow closer to the house. The car's light shines upon a mansionâa literal mansion.
He circles into the driveway, parks the car, and steps out. He goes up to the door and unlocks it, stepping in. He leaves it open for you, not turning back to see if you walk in.
You swallow down your awe as you take a shaky step out of the car. You hear the click of your heels against the polished, marble steps of the house. Which looks like something out of a magazine, a Wright design come to life.
The windows go from roof to floor, illuminating the house with cool moonlight. The glass exterior is shimmering.
You gently push open the door and step inside, the warmth hitting you too quickly, burning your skin in contrast to the cold outside.
You take a deep breath and look around the foyer. It leads into the grand living room. A stone wall covers the foyer of the house. A large L-shaped couch covered in a disheveled blanket calls home there. A stunning fireplace has been left burning, and a small cartridge of graham crackers and marshmallows is left beside it.
Itâs beautiful, breathtaking.
Ransom comes back, two glasses of scotch in his hands.
âOh, no thank you. I donât really drink...â You say, waving a small hand in front of you.
âNow, thatâs no way to treat someone whoâs accommodating for you. Drink it.â He practically shoves the drink into your hands.
You look down at the glass and up at him.
âDrink it.â
You shiver under Ransomâs gaze and hesitantly take a sip. He nods and takes one from his own. He grabs your wrist and leads you back to the couch.
Sitting first and pulling you into his lap. You stiffen as you land over his thighs. He lays a hand between your own, close to your knee; drawing circles into your skin.
You arenât sure what to do, frozen, stoic as you attempt to wrangle a thought. He seemingly reads your mind, humming softly, and brings a hand up to your hair.
He brushes it over your shoulder, playing with the ends. He looks at you with dark eyes and then turns to your cup.
âDrink.â
As if in a trance, you take the glass to your lips, slugging back a few drops. You hold it in your mouth, and let it burn your tongue before it slides down your throat and settles into your stomach.
He shakes his head and holds the glass for you.
âSuch a silly little girl, take a little more.â He hums, voice laced with malice.
He takes your glass, tips it against your lips, and gently tips it back a little more. You groan and take the rest of the drink. You hold it in your mouth and whimper, squirming around.
âSwallow.â
You comply and take the burning liquid back; immediately coughing once you can get a deep breath of air.
He shushes you and pats your back a little, condescendingly cooing you. You cough and heave, attempting to stand up.
âNo, no, hey, shh. Itâs okay.â Ransom hums. âBreathe through your nose.â
He coaxes you through taking a deep breath. You follow his direction and hiccup on a breath. He nods you along and rubs a hand over your back.
âThatâs it. Good girl.â
You end your coughing fit with a whine. You twist around in Ransomâs lap, face scrunched up in disgust. He simply chuckles, takes your glass, and sets it on the side table.
He rubs at your back and hums softly, looking at you. You whine and shake like a leaf in his lap. Ransom sighs and shushes you, petting your hair back.
âItâs alright, shh. Quiet now. Youâre alright.â He shushes you.
You sniffle a little and he shushes you, brushing your hair a little more. You whimper and Ransom grabs your head, fingers drifting down to your chin.
âItâs okay, sweet thing.â He cooes, voice oddly soft and you whimper. He pets your hair back, looking at you. He holds your chin and brushes his thumb against your bottom lip.
âYouâre so obedient, honey.â He mumbles, grinning softly.
Your stomach floors as your eyes widen like saucers. You feel your diaphragm quivering at the force of your muscles clenching against each other.
You swallow thickly, eyes flicking between Ransomâs and he tilts his head a little, feigning innocence. He catches the way you soften in his arms.
He nods and you sigh, melting in his arms. You feel your body go slack and Ransom drapes you over his arm. You whimper softly, eyes drooping as Ransom hums softly.
Itâs a song youâve known as a child, one your mother used to singâas sheâd tuck you into bed. You feel Ransomâs hand card through your curls, scratching lightly at your scalp.
You slump a little in his arms and Ransom just looks down at you. He knows what he brought you here for. He knows itâs just a matter of time before the sedative he mixed into your drink kicks in.
Only a few minutes before youâre pliable in his arms. At his will to do whatever he wants with you.
Only a few minutes that he can wait for.
He runs his fingers up the inside of your calf, following along the soft lines of your muscle. You lift your head, eyes unfocused as Ransom looks at you, eyes dark.
You move your leg from his hand, trying to scoot away from him. He shushes you, taking your cheek into his hand. He brushes his thumb over your skin.
âYouâre so pretty.â He smiles, toothy and wide.
You blink a few times and Ransom brings you closer. Looking at your lips. You feel your heart thud in your chest, hear the echo in your ears; feel its heat under your skin as your cheeks burn.
âYouâre so pretty.â Ransom says again, thumb running along your bottom lip.
âCan I kiss you?â He asks.
You canât seem to swallow fast enough, recoil your legs to your chest, and curl into yourself. Ransom shushes you, bringing you closer to his chest.
âItâs just kissing, honey.â He says, crushing his lips to your own. You whimper and push a hand against his chest. His hard, rock-like, unmoving chest.
He takes your wrist, pinning it to your side, and kisses you; you grimace and squirm in his hold. Your eyes squeeze shut as you whimper softly.
âStop.â You squeak, voice barely above a whisper.
Ransom breaks away, taking in a deep breath before nuzzling against your neck. Running his fingers along the soft skin of your calf.
âJust kissing, sweetheart.â He says, burrowing his face in your neck; sucking and biting at the soft skin there.
You keen softly and scrunch your shoulder, pushing at his chest again. The action is futile. You lay there in his arms, shocked to feel his lips oddly soft against your own.
You whine and he pulls back, blue eyes opening and drowning you. You tentatively wipe at your lips and his lips curl up with a chuckle.
He looks at you like that for a while, with dark, heavy eyes. He runs his hand against your thigh and you whimper, shifting away from him.
âNo. You canât hide from me.â He says, voice hard like nails and he grabs your jaw in a rather tight grip. It makes your blood freeze.
The daunting size difference between the two of you. Even now, in his lap, you barely reach his chest. The size of his palm is well over encasing your entire face. The thickness of his armsâwhich are circled around you in an extremely tight fashionâare such a distinct size to your waist.
The absolute strength they hold makes you shake; knowing Ransom could very well, literally throw you across the room at his command.
Your eyes widen as you look over the shadow of Ransomâs palm. You push at his forearm and he only tightens his hold, pressing your cheeks against your teeth.
You whimper and he pulls back. He gentles his touch again, thumbing your cheek and you swallow, eyes swimming with fear.
You take a few shaky breaths and shoot your gaze between Ransomâs eyes. He leans up again, stealing another kiss from you. He grabs you and rolls you over; laying over your body on the couch.
You bring your hands to his shoulders, pushing him back a bit. He nudges your legs apart, fitting himself between your thighs.
âWaitâstop.â
âWeâre just kissing.â He says, going back to your neck, nipping at the skin there.
You shake your head, pushing at him to move. You bring your feet against his stomach, nudging him back.
âStop. Please.â You whimper, voice squeaky and uneven. Your vision begins to blur and youâre unsure if it's from the tears welling in your eyes or not.
He simply groans in your ear, laying flat against you; rutting his long-forgotten, massive, hard-on against you. You whimper and stiffen under him.
âStop, please. Stop.â You beg, on the verge of tears.
âJust kissing.â He says, lifting his head up.
He kneels back, looking down at you with dark eyes. You cower further back into the couch, closing your legs and bringing your arms over your chest, covering yourself as much as you can. Ransom brings a hand between your thighs, pushing them apart.
You reach down for his hand, vision melting and arms becoming weak as you grab his forearm. He shushes you, petting your hair back and cupping your cheek.
âThatâs it. Donât fight it, sweetheart. Such an obedient girl.â He cooes, eyes dark and grinning like a devil.
Your eyes slip closed and you make a soft little noise in the back of your throat.
Ransom nearly feels guilty, taking a sweet thing like you this way. He knows heâll hurt you, definitely more than you can take, judging solely on how small you are. He practically cages you against his body on the couch.
He sighs and stands up, hauling you over his shoulder, and walks through the first floor, up the stairs. He makes his way through the upstairs to his bedroom, laying you across the bed. He sighs and grabs your ankle, pulling you to the edge of the bed.
It makes your dress ride up over your thighs. He smirks and runs a hand along the inside of your thigh, finding the soft, squishy, skin there perfect. He hums and pulls his hand back, he pushes your dress over your thighs up to your stomach.
He smirks at the soft, red silk panties you wear. The way they hug you perfectly, heâs almost saddened when he tears them in half. You whine and bring your legs closed, he admires the way that, even when youâre drugged, you keep your modesty.
He shushes you, petting a hand along your hair, and stands again. He pulls your dress down your chest, baring your tits to him.
He groans at the way they jiggle; their weight feeling perfect in his hands. He thumbs your nipples, the pink flesh growing into a hardened bud that he tugs and teases, loving the soft sounds the movement pulls from your throat.
He grunts and brings his hand between your legs. He runs his fingers against the soft, moist skin there, he feels his chest swell with the predatorial pride that heâs made you wet.
He lifts his hand, raking his fingers against your skin to the point goosebumps rise on your thighs. He teasingly brushes his thumb against your clit, grinning at the way you twitch; closing your legs, trapping his hand again.
He rubs his thumb against your nub a little harder, pressing your thigh into the mattress. Itâs what wakes you up.
You blink drowsiness from your eyes, looking around the room and feeling something at your thighsâbetween your thighs. You whimper and rise up on your elbows, blood freezing as you see Ransom standing between your legs. Your lips part and Ransomâs on you like a flash.
He pins you under him, one hand covering your mouth, the other holding your head to his palm.
âDonât scream.â He says, voice sinister.
You whine as tears well in your eyes.
âGonna be a good girl? Gonna be quiet for me?â He whispers, staring at you with intent eyes.
You hiccup beneath his hand and you squeeze your eyes shut. He slowly pulls back his hand, running his fingers over your hair.
âSuch an obedient girl. If you're good for me, Iâll make it sweet for you. Okay?â He cooes, voice lined with poison.
You simply take in the little breath your lungs hold and he smirks. He runs his hand down your neck, over your side, brushing along your tit to cup its weight in his hand. He brushes his thumb against your nipple and squirm under him; face burning red.
You bite back a whine, veins in your neck straining with fear. He tweaks your bud between his fingers, tugging at your nipple and you cry out; squeezing your eyes shut and turning away from him.
Your hands come up for a moment, going to push at his shoulders before staying stoic in the air. He grabs your wrists, coils them in a single hand, and pins them above your head on the mattress.
âKeep them there, if they move, Iâll hit you.â
He brings his hand back to your tit, slapping it and smirking at the way it moves against your ribs. You whimper, turning your head into your own arm and covering your face.
âDonât hide from me.â He growls, grabbing your jaw and twisting your head back to him.
Your eyes are squeezed shut and youâre shaking under him; your body is so tense, that your muscles are beginning to ache. Pain radiates off your body, skin goes cold. He taps his fingers against your cheek and you whine, flinching under his hand.
âLook at me. Look at me.â
You slowly open your eyes, tears run down your cheeks and fill your ears as your bottom lip quivers. He runs his hand down your side again, and you twist away from him. He tightens the grip on your jaw and shakes his head.
âDonât move.â
He lets go of your jaw, snaking down your body, laying against your stomach. He leans down, pressing a single kiss to the center of your chest, before he turns his head and takes a nipple into his mouth.
You cry out, stomach and chest caving into the bed. You turn away from him, shooting your arms down, pushing at his head and he leans up, turning your head back to him only for him to strike his palm against your cheek.
Fast, sharp, and hard.
The noise of skin hitting skin echoes throughout the second floor of the house. You canât hide the soft squeak that escapes your lips and you bite your lip, hiccuping softly as you stare up at him. Your vision is muddled by your tears as you see him go back downâyou feel his lips around your tit, tongue pressing against your nipple.
You twist against him and he simply lays a hand over your stomach, pinning you to the bed. He sucks and bites at the skin of your chest, grunting as he ruts himself against your thigh.
The tears that have been beads now become full rivers. You hiccup as you try to subtly move away from him. He frees your tit with a soft wet âpopâ and sits over your thighs.
He looks down at you, eyes dark as he grabs your wrists, grips tight, and seethes.
âI said not to move.â
You take a shaky breath and nod, chest rising and falling far too fast for your heart to handle.
He grabs for the hem of his sweater, pulling it over his head and dropping it to the bed with a soft thud. Your jaw goes a little slack as you stare up at his body; the one carved like a porcelain Greek god.
Eyes dark like unruly oceans, nose swooping down to a perfect tip, lips plump and soft, like luscious pillows, jaw strong and hard. His arms which are practically logs, veins running under their skin beautifully, the muscles flex and shadow against the light of the lamp on his bedside table.
They lead down to his chest, burly and hard, covered with a light spruce of hair over his pecs. It leads down to his abs, which are hard and have veins crawling up his sides, melting into his skin, his v-line is impeccable as it gives just that much before leaving the rest for imagination.
He looks down at you, cups your cheek, brushing away the tears that stray, and growls at the way you flinch from his palm.
He tangles his hand into the back of your head and brings you up to steal a kiss from your lips. Itâs owning and hard, possessive and hot.
He swipes his tongue against your bottom lip and you gasp, lips parting. He licks into your mouth, you can taste the bourbon heâs had earlier on his tongue.
It makes you whimper and turn away from him, breaking the kiss.
You hiccup, squeezing your eyes shut, and await the impending blow heâs bound to lay on your cheek. Only it doesnât come.
The sound of his belt buckle echoes in the room and your eyes crack open. You shoot up and move away from Ransom.
âNo, no, please. You canât.â You beg, voice cracking as you cower over yourself.
He pushes you back, grabbing your arms and pinning them at your side. You kick and push at his chest, scratching over his arms and he hisses.
âStop! Stop fighting me!â He hits you with a blow to your ribs and you scream out, twisting against him.
You cry and cry, curling onto your side, in a ball. You shake your head and push him away as he tries to grab you.
âPlease! Please!â You beg.
Ransom moves off the bed, grabs your ankle, and pulls you to the edge. You thrash against him, legs and arms flailing as you try to escape his grasp.
He grabs you by the hair, pulling your head back with enough force to give you whiplash. You cry out and scream as he covers your mouth with a hand.
âShut up. Shut up!â He strikes your cheek again.
You push your hands against his chest and hiccup. He leans in close and growls, eyes dark and you whimper.
âPlease, you can do anythingâanything butâŠthat.â You hiccup, tears muddling your vision.
Ransom looks at you and takes in your words. He takes in the way you look, afraid and shaking; a scared little girl and he lets out a soft breath.
âYouâre a virgin.â
Your blood freezes and you stare at him, a deer in headlights. You look between his eyes and your bottom lip quivers.
You stare at him as he brings a hand up to your cheek, brushing your skin with his thumb.
âIf youâre good, Iâll be gentle.â
âNo, please. Please. Please!â
You cry out, your heartbeat kicking up as he moves off the bed. He pulls his belt free and kicks off his slacks, along with his briefs, grabbing you by the back of your neck and dragging you over to him.
He pins you under him, holding your head up and smacking his cock against your cheek. You whimper and whine, turning away from him.
âOpen your mouth.â He groans.
He pushes his cock against your lips and you cry out, thrashing against him. He pushes at the hinges of your jaw and your mouth falls open.
He pushes himself between your lips and you scrape your teeth against his cock.
âOpen your mouth. Open your mouth!â He hisses. âDonât fucking bite me or Iâll beat you dead.â
You spit up over it, coughing and pushing at his thighs. He groans, hand encasing your neck as he forces himself down your throat.
He grins at the way you cough and choke over his cock, slapping at his thighs. He pushes deeper, bringing your head up till your nose brushes against his sac.
You feel lightheaded at the pressure, ears ringing and you push at his thighs. He pulls back, groaning. You cough and rise up to your elbows, gasping for breath.
âThatâs it. God your throat is tight. Feel so good around me.â He coos. âYour lips are so pretty around my cock.â
You cough and hiccup, trying to crawl away from him. Ransom simply grabs you by the hair, dragging you back to him. He grabs his cock, pushes it against your lips and down your throat.
He groans at the deep, echoing swallow you make around his dick, spit bubbling up at the edges of your mouth.
Your hands are pushing at his thighs, nails digging into his skin and you whimper. He shushes you, thrusting in and out of your mouth.
âThatâs it, breathe through your nose.â He coos, brushing your hair back.
He pulls back, leaving the tip between your lips and you cough.
âShh, breathe.â Is all he says before he thrusts into your throat again. He pats your cheek and hums.
You whine and tears roll down your cheeks. You push your hands at his thighs and he finally pulls back all the way.
âSuch a good little throat.â He pats your cheek.
Ransom moves from you and you scramble onto your knees, coughing. You crawl away from him and he sighs, grabbing your ankle and dragging you back to him.
âNo. No! Please!â You scream, clawing at the sheets.
He climbs over you, pinning you to the bed, and grabs your cheek.
âStop, stop it!â He shakes your head back and forth in a near-comical way.
He looks at you, taking in the fear in your eyes, and sighs.
âIf youâre good for me, Iâll be good to you.â He says, eyes softening. âI donât want to have to hurt you.â
You bring your hands to his chest and hiccup, gently pushing him back. He shushes you, petting your hair back, and kneels over your thighs.
You try to move from him, twisting and squirming under him, all to no avail. He splits your thighs apart, pushing one up to your chest, the other to the bed, and spits onto his fingers.
He drags them up against your slit, smirking at the way youâre growing wet. Just like he knew youâd be. You try and fail not to arch into his fingers, closing your legs against his palm.
He grins darkly and gently runs his middle finger through your wetness before gently pushing into you. You cry out, hands shooting down for his forearm. You pant and heave, your body burning a hot red as you try to push his hand out.
Through it all youâve been whimpering a soft mantra of ânoâ and âplease stopâ. He curls his finger upwards, stretching you out for him. You whimper and cry, clenching your teeth as he pushes more than you can take.
He adds another finger and you squeal, punching his arm. He lets you; he lets you mark up his arm with crescent moons from your nails, raking lines down his skin. He lets you.
You gasp and curl against him. He pulls his hand back, patting your thigh, and gently nudges you back. You cry out and kick against him and he lets you.
You whimper and hiccup, trying to close your legs as he kneels between them. He spits into his palm, taking himself in hand and giving himself a few jerks.
You hiccup, swiping hastily at the tears in your eyes, and look up at him. Your bottom lip quivers and your face heats up.
âRansom, please. Please.â You beg.
He pays no mind to your please and pushes your legs further apart, to accommodate his size. He looms over you like a dark cloud and pushes his cock between your folds.
He groans as he grinds against you. You burn a beet red and turn away from him, pushing a hand at his chest. He brings his hands to your sides, fingers digging into the meat of your hips.
He drags the tip of his cock against you, slapping it against your cunt lewdly, before pushing into you.
You scream. Itâs cracked and loud, hoarse, and followed by a broken sob as tears stream down your cheeks. Heâs far too big for your abused cunt, you truly feel like heâs splitting you apart. Your ears ring and you scream more, on the verge of passing out.
Ransom fully sheathes himself in you, bottoming out, huffing softly. You thrash in his arms, hitting balled fists against his sides and chest. They hold no power to them, weak and brittle.
You overexert yourself, hiccuping and trying to swallow what little breath youâre given, and go back to sobbing. You cry and cry as Ransom simply stays seated in you.
His body is heavy against your stomach. His arms are brute and strong against your waist and his hands are warm against your skin.
He pulls back, looking down, and finds himself spotted with blood. He lifts you a little, to which you cry, and finds specs of blood against his silk, white sheets.
He fixes his hands over your hips and thrusts into you. You go limp under him, falling back into the bed with a hiccup. He thrusts into you with inhuman strength, railing you into the bed.
You stare up at him, vision muddled and spotty from your tears. You hiccup and close your eyes, turning away from him. He grabs your jaw and turns you back, tapping your cheek.
âLook at me. Look at me.â He says. âLook at me when I fuck you.â
You sob and open your eyes, looking up at him. He pants and groans above you, sweat coating his chest. He grunts and licks his thumb, bringing it between your thighs to rub at your clit.
You whimper, shaking under him. You twist away from him and he smirks, rubbing harder. You let out a little squeak before biting your bottom lip and covering your mouth with a palm.
âOh, you like that?â
You turn away and he grabs your jaw.
âDonât hide from me.â He growls and you instinctively bring your hands up to cover your head. It enrages him and he punches you in the ribs, the soft squeak you give makes him furious.
He throws a few more punches to your sides as you gasp. He loves seeing the way you try to curl inward after every blow.
He punches you in the stomach this time, hard and you gasp out. Pulling back as he goes to give you another. Youâre gasping and panting, in absolute pain and he scoffs.
He pulls out and flips you onto your knees, pushing your back down before sliding back in you. You cough and spit up, arms too weak to hold you.
You gasp and hiccup into his sheets, coughing and wheezing as you try to breathe through your perforated lungs.
He grabs your hips and rams into you, relentless at the pain heâs causing you. He sees the blood pooling around your mouth and lifts your head. He grabs your hair and cranes your neck to him.
Blood covers your bottom lip and he wipes it away. He looks at you and pauses for a split second. You whimper and simply let your eyes close, going limp in his hold.
He drops your head back down, grabs a hold of the back of your neck, and thrusts into you. He grunts and wraps a hand around your throat as he ravages you into the bed.
You sob out, arching against him and he shushes you, kneeling down over your back. He presses himself against you, groaning into your ear.
You whimper at his groans and he smiles, bringing a hand between your legs to rub at your clit. You gasp and try to close your legs, twisting under him.
âDonât do that.â He says, pushing them apart.
You whine, high and pitchy in your throat and he shushes you. He rubs gentle, teasing circles over your bud and you shiver under him.
You make a soft little noise and he grunts into your ear. You bite your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood and he shakes his head, tapping your cheek.
âDonât hide your noises from me.â He teases, âLet me hear you.â
âYou know you love this.â He hisses, voice hot and seething against your ear.
You whimper, digging your head into his sheets, gasping against the silk fabric. He grabs your hips again, fucking you into the bed as you cry out.
He settles back on his knees and rams into you, grabbing your neck again. You hiccup and tense under Ransom, as he grinds down against you. Itâs not long before he feels the heat biting at the tail of his spine.
It crawls up his back and he groans, laying flatter against you. He brings his arm around your neck, fitting your head into his elbow. You cough out and try to push his arm away.
âYou feel so good around me. Such a tight little cunt.â He smirks at the way you whimper, shifting under him.
âFuck, Iâm gonna come.â He grunts into your ear.
You tense under him, trying to push him off you. You kick your legs back and he grabs your jaw.
âStop!â
âPlease, donât, you canâtâplease!â You beg.
You sob, voice cracking as you heave against him. He tightens his arm around your neck, pinning you under him. You flail under him, trying to push him off as your face begins to turn almost purple-red. You gasp and gurgle as he cuts off your airway.
You smack your hand against his arm, nails digging into his skin. He hisses and slaps your face, bringing his arm even further around your neck. You struggle in his arms and he grunts, pushing down on your back.
You cough out, ears ringing and you feel your heart pounding in your chest. You give out one last squeak before you go limp in his arms.
He sighs and lets your head drop from behind his arm. You drop on the side of his bed and he grunts, rising back up to his knees.
He grabs your hips, bringing you over his thighs, and ruts into you. He feels that heat begin to crawl up his spine again. It curls into his arms and neck, he groans; an animalistic, masculine soundâloud and gruff and he pushes all the way into you.
His cock twitches as he fills you with load after load of his cum. He groans, fingers digging into your hips as he finishes off.
Ransom sighs and shifts back a little, pulling out. He looks down to see blood spotted over his sheets in the mix of your fluids.
He looks up at you and grabs your arm, rolling you onto your back. His eyes instantly are glued to the finger-shaped marks lying on your cheek.
Theyâre even more prominent with the black, smudged mascara lining them. Your makeup is smeared over your face with your tears creating white lines through it. Your cheeks are red and your eyes are puffed. Thereâs a small string of blood coating your upper lip, trailing down from your nose.
His eyes trail down the rest of your body, which is littered with more red spots. Your chest rises and falls unevenly, a deep groan coming out of your lips with each exhale.
He looks down at your ribs, the yellowing spots on your skin and he clenches his teeth as he cringes. The thing that truly catches his eye is the softball-sized bruise in the center of your stomach.
The one heâd given you earlier. The noise itâd pulled from you replays in his head. A broken, half-sobbed squeak.
He groans with disgust and grabs a blanket, throwing it over your body.
He stands from the bed, rubs at his eyes, and walks over to the ensuite. He starts up a shower, washes his body down, and gets out. He dries himself off and walks back into the room. He grabs a pair of briefs and steps into them.
He grabs a pair of sweats and looks over at you. He stares at you, the way your chest expands with a broken noise.
He cringes again, goes to the guest room across the hall, and sighs. He rolls onto the bed, flipping back to stare at the door.
The house is dark, the slight hum of the night echoes through his ears and he sighs. He burrows his head in his pillow and wills himself to sleep.
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A/N: alright, wow, rewriting this took forever, like well over a few months. i tried so hard to perfect this chapter, and ended up with like 20 drafts of it lol, anyway to the ones who enjoyed, please reblog! (they're greatly appreciated in this household)
ANYWAY, thanks for all the support on AO3, love you all mwah x <3
#ransom drysdale x reader#ransom drysdale#ransom drysdale x you#ransom drysdale smut#ransom drysdale au#chris evans#chris evans fanfiction#chris evans smut
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tobe's 2024 kinktober masterlist
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hey! i know i have been gone for a long time (itâs kind of a long storyâ fanfiction writerâs curse, yâknow?) but i kinda thought that if i tried kinktober it might help me start writing again. Iâm really sorry because i feel like iâve let you guys down. Iâm sorry for disappearing and not posting. i hope you guys can understand.
iâm (obviously) not gonna write for ever day, but i do want to try to write for a handful of them. iâll have some dates listed below. i hope i can make all of them, but try not to be upset if a miss a couple.Â
some of the days will be headcannons (highlighted in green) and some of them will be short oneshots (highlighted in purple). iâll try to give names to the oneshots as the come out.
also, i tried to pick some characters that are new to my blog, partially as a challenge to me, and also because iâve had a lot of ideas since the last time i posted.Â
this event, along with my entire blog, is 18+.
October 11â dumbification & degradation + ransom drysdaleÂ
October 12 15 â handjob & mask + richie kirsch
October 18 â praise + mickey altieri
October 19 â hypnosis + beetlejuice
October 25 â corruption + gideon graves
October 26 â breeding + bucky barnes
October 31 â wet dreams & mind control (via cilil on tumblr) + dark!charles xavier
#kinktober#kinktober 2024#ransom drysdale x reader#ransom drysdale smut#richie kirsch x reader#richie kirsch smut#mickey altieri x reader#mickey altieri smut#beetlejuice x reader#beetlejuice smut#gideon graves x reader#gideon graves smut#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes smut#charles xavier x reader#charles xavier smut#tobe's kinktober#plus sized reader#gender neutral reader
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