#ransom drysdale x black female reader

[bstorn]

Yallllllloll

Forever and Ever More - Twenty Two

Soft Dark! Alpha Ransom Drysdale x Omega Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Language, Alpha/Omega dynamics, threats, angst.

Word Count: 1.2K

moodboard by the talented @titaniumstark​ | divider by @royallyprincesslilly​

Previous: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-One

Summary | Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha but he has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.

Kelly paces the living room, chewing on her thumb nail while her tea sits, the steam slowly disappearing with every step she takes around the coffee table. Ransom can tell by her scent that she’s stressed out beyond belief, a far contrast from you who is still asleep upstairs, unaware of what is transpiring.

“Do you know where he went?”

Ransom’s question breaks her out of her stupor, gaining him a tearful shake of her head as she rubs her arms.

“Probably licking his wounds somewhere in his parents’ cabin, laying low until people forget what he did to me… to us,” she answers, her voice thick with emotion. “I knew it was only a matter of time. He’s going to get us back, Ransom. He’s done this before. A few girls went free, removed his bond mark and he found them again, one by one. We just all got lucky this time because of you.”

Ransom says nothing, watching her sink down into the couch.

“Money really is the root of all fucking evil. His father knows what he’s done and he doesn’t give a shit. Just pay the bail and let Austin do it again until he’s caught.”

Her voice is low and bitter, her legs bouncing up and down as Ransom’s gaze goes to the ceiling. He knows eventually you’ll wake up, wanting to see where he is because the bond has strengthened and you’re aware of when he’s not near you.

“You’ll stay here,” Ransom begins, Kelly’s eyes widening at his statement. “Let me figure out what I need to do.”

“And what can you do?” Kelly murmurs. “Do you have a Neal Loguidice?”

Ransom smirks at the name.

“Better. I have an Andy Barber.”

The last thing you expect to see is an attorney sitting at the table when you finally make it down the stairs, immediately regretting your decision to shrug on a robe when you see him dressed in a suit, Ransom across the table as he gets up at the sight of you.

“This is Andy,” Ransom introduces, motioning to the man who gives you a kind smile. “Kelly’s in the guest bedroom. I didn’t want to wake you.”

“You should have. Is everything okay?”

“No,” Ransom says quietly. “Austin is out on bail. She thinks that he’s going to try and take her back.”

“He would.”

You say it with such conviction that Andy lifts his head, eyes on you while you nod.

“You didn’t see her mark,” you tell Andy. “But I did. It was deep. Purposeful.”

“He won’t be able to hide from the civil suits,” Andy promises. “But I’m more concerned with the fact that she believes her life is in danger. Ransom seems to believe that yours is as well.”

“I’m mated.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Ransom growls, earning a look from Andy. “He doesn’t care.”

“I have an Alpha,” you continue, Andy putting up his hands in defense. “I do agree with Ransom about Kelly but I’m fine.”

“I’d rather be the judge of that,” Ransom protests as you shake your head. “She came here terrified and while she has some idea of where he is, she’s not convinced that he won’t come back. I told her she can stay here until this is all figured out.”

“She needs a restraining order,” Andy tells you both. “Even if he attempts to get close, we can get him on that, at least.”

“But that means you believe he’ll actually try to go against the order. That alone means she isn’t safe,” Ransom argues.

“I’m not saying that he wouldn’t go against it. But I am saying if he tries anything, that’s already a means for an arrest while he’s out on bail. That’s something,” Andy points out.

Ransom shakes his head in disbelief, his scent spiking as you take another step closer. The need to soothe him is overwhelming, even if that sense of impending dread is starting to take over at the thought of how Kelly had explained how he had mated her and the others. You know that she isn’t strong enough to escape him at the moment.

“Look, we don’t have many options right now. Neal is going to play hardball and I’m going to do the same but until something actually happens, we have to wait for the trial and you know that, Ransom,” Andy continues as he stands. “Keep her safe and I’ll be in touch.”

“Yeah,” Ransom answers, nodding to Andy as he heads toward the door. “I know.”

At the close of the door, Ransom runs a hand through his hair, exhaling loudly as he reaches for you, pulling you against him.

“You stay in the house too.”

“I have work.”

“Not for a few days,” he clarifies with a hardened tone. “I need to find out where he is.”

“No, you don’t. Wherever he is, he can stay there. You helped her already and I’m so grateful that you’re here to make sure she’s okay. To make sure we’re okay.”

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” His promise is sealed by the kiss he places on the top of your head, inhaling your scent as his grip tightens around you. “Or her.”

Austin paces around the den, ignoring his phone that seems to vibrate every few minutes. None of it matters. Not when he’s licking his wounds. The removal of the bond marks may be painful for his former Omegas but he’s left with a void, brain foggy as his instincts want to recreate what he had, only to fall short. His irritation is at an all-time high, the coffee table flipped to the side as the den is in shambles. The trial will be televised. He’s sure of it, even if Neal has promised that he’ll try to keep it quiet. He knows the narrative the press will craft – a ruthless Alpha with no regard for any Omega’s welfare. His parents show a united front, holing him in this cabin that is far away from any reporter for miles while they craft their own story.

But none of that matters. Not with the amount of civil suits that are mounting as Neal tries to keep him calm. It never works, not when he thinks about Ransom and how he was able to mate you and get away with it because he’s a Drysdale. Neal had nearly balked at the mention of Ransom, telling him that it wasn’t the same and that he didn’t want to deal with the uphill battle of fighting against Andy Barber.

The more he thinks about it, the angrier he gets, a glass flying across the room as it shatters against the wall. He’ll get Ransom back. There is no way he can get away with what he did while he has to suffer and hide away from public view.

It’s simple, he thinks, thinking about you as he straightens up. Ransom rarely steps foot into the classroom. He knows this because of Kelly.

That’s where he’ll make his move.

The plan is almost too easy, making him smile as he types in the name of the school. Overworked teachers won’t pay him any mind if he’s pretending to play a doting father, turning on the charm until someone tells him where your classroom is.

And that’s when he’ll bond you.

[shininglikeyoursmile]

Something warm 🫠🫠🫠

Pairing: Ransom x female reader

W/c : around 500

Warning: kissing , Soft Ransom, fluff! 18 + only!

Summary: It's so cold outside

A/n: It's so cold outside and all I want is Ransom, to keep me warm!!🥺🥺🫠🫠. Please 🥺🙏❤️ leave some feedback. Reblogs , comments and feedback is most appreciated.MUCH MUCH LOVE!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

And yeah Ransom is soft 🥺🥺🥺 cause he my baby 🥹🥹🥹

You rub your hands together to generate heat. It's so cold and all you wanna do is snuggle up in a blanket with some warm drink like Coffee or something.

"My hands feel lonely " Ransom , who is walking back home with you, says in a childish tone "Here" you chuckle and take his hand in yours . His hand is warm unlike yours. And it feels so good to feel warmth at least. You move closer to him and look at his face. Ransom in all his glory, rosy cheeks and a small smile, his eyes feel warm too with the way he's looking at you. His ivory sweater is another soft thing apart from his soft skin. "Y'know," Ransom starts and you meet his eyes with a questioning look, although you are quite satisfied with everything you have with him "my lips feels alone too" he grins at you and you feel all the blood rushing to your face.

Damn him!

Your eyes dart away slightly cause damn you really can't hold the intensity of his gaze and it's warming you from inside and your stomach feels like a lot of butterflies fluttering together. "You gonna keep them company?" Ransom smirks and tilts your head to meet his eyes, his soft fingers holding your chin captive."I-" you stutter and lick your lips nervously. Before you can take the next breath his lips crash on yours and all the oxygen leaves your lungs. His hand moves to rest on the back of your head and pulls you closer to deepen the kiss. Your hand rests on his chest while the other holds his. His warm tongue glides across yours and maps every inch of the insides of your mouth . You can feel your heart beating rapidly. He pulls away with a smile, a genuine small, and bops your nose softly "still cold?" he asks.

[ramp-it-up]

All These Things and More

Paring: Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Minx)

Part of the Minx Series

Word Count: 2.8 K

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

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

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

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Ransom rolled over into a pile of pink cuteness.

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

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

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

Especially since he thought she looked just like you.

“Hey Goldennnn.”

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

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

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

“Bbbbbbbbbbbbb… DaDaDaDaDa.”

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

“That’s right. Dada!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry Ran.”

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

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

“I told you about that, Minx.”

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

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

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

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

“I swear, If you wake her up….”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry, Ran.”

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

“Come over here, Minx.” 

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

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

A father’s work was never done.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck are you doing?”

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

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

Ransom was boiling mad on the inside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the presents. 

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

But for some inexplicable reason, he missed you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s wrong, Ran?”

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

Panic filled you. You thought he finally had enough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How long will we be gone Ran….?”

“Am I your husband?”

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

You were shook; Ransom was really emotional.

“Of course, but…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ransom walked into his closet and left you reeling. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Ran.”

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

“Speed it up, asshole!”

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

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

You put your hand on his knee.

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

You rubbed his thigh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Daddy.”

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

“Fuck, Minx.”

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

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

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

“Thank you for the fluff, Daddy.”

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

You turned to him with glee, clapping your hands.

“A flight? Where are we going?”

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

“Yay! Thank you Daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Ransom.” 

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

“All these things and more…”

You know what I’m gonna say…reblog? Please!

Read the next part: You Up?

[kaismasterlist]

| 🩶: angst | 🩷: fluff | ♥️: smut | 🖤: dark |

Wrong Place, Right Time (Dark Burglar!Curtis Everett | Naive!Reader) 🖤

Pool Bratting With Daddies Andy, Ari, Lloyd, Ransom And Jake 🩷

Punishments And Aftercares With Daddies Andy, Ari, Lloyd, Ransom And Jake ❤️

Somnophilia with Daddies Ari, Andy, Lloyd, Ransom and Jensen ❤️

Sub drop with Daddies Ari, Andy, Lloyd, Ransom and Jensen 🩶🩷

You love a firm hand to keep you in place and comfort you with Daddy Andy of the 5 Daddies mix 🩷

You get sick but you hate the doctor and his healing remedies so Daddy!Ari Levinson/Andy Barber… 🩷

Sorry Brat (Continuation of Party Girl where you try and run from Daddy Ari) ❤️

Apology Boy (Paul Lahote | Human mate!You) ❤️

[shotgunbunny]

“But daddy I love him.” with crybaby! reader aka defending Ransom to your father and the soft kisses and sex afterwords and him saying how proud he is of you. Maybe he also makes you cry more bc he just loves your tears.

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄𝐝𝐢��𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

WC:2k+ GIF by forchrisevans

I love love love this sm! I'm making this a dark ransom Au where he's a writer that's supa rich <3 A/n: I literally felt so bad for the dad in this fic why did I make the dad so sad man.

(Warnings!! Dark!Ransom!! Mentions of murder!! Smut!! Soft! Ransom!! tiny bit of angst!! Dirty talk!!)

You were excited for tonight. You were finally introducing you boyfriend to you parents. You weren't nervous as Ransoms cocky ways and charming nature eased your fears. He always had a way with words, maybe that's why he became a writer. You had tried to read one of his book before he pried it from your hands and began talking about how you wouldn't like the book, and because you loved him you trusted him.

You were absolutely oblivious to the fact that every book he wrote was centred around you. He wrote story after story about how after follow the woman of his dreams he finally had her and now he had to kill anyone who stood in his way. Half of his fans loved the books and the other half was terrified of Ransom and researching that all his girlfriends guy friends had died.

You sighed and stretched your limbs out on the king sized bed at Ransoms house. You turned and laid on him, drawing lazy flower patterns onto his chest. He looked at you softly, soaking in the attention you were offering him. "Ran?" He let out a deep hum before he brought his hand up to card through your hair. "Are you nervous for tonight?" He looked down at you and flashed you his winning smile.

"Not one bit baby, everyone loves me. Luckily you're the only one that has my love in return." And if they didn't love him, he'd set up there death as a car accident and sweep you off your feet into his house. He was ready with so many options so he wasn't nervous or scared. Instead he was curious to see what your parents reaction would be.

"Come on flower we best get up and get ready." You shook your head and settled firmly on top of Ransom. He chuckled at you and sat up. You clung to his shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist. He slid his strong arm under your ass and stood up looking down at you and kissing your nose softly. "Hmm I thought you were my flower but you're actually just my koala." You giggled and stretched your legs out. He placed you down gently, kissing you sweetly one last time.

Ransom headed towards his walk in wardrobe and pulled out the famous white cable knit sweater. He looked kinder in this, more homely. Soft as you'd say. You smiled at him and he smiled back at you. He pulled his pants on and you pulled on your little black dress that Ransom adored. It wasn't too short, it was just right. He stared at you doped up on his love for you before he attacked your face with kisses.

You felt so safe in Ransoms arms while he rained kisses all over you. And just like that all your potential worries disappeared into the night.

Ransom pulled up into the large gravel drive way and flashed you a smirk. He was used to snobby driveways, after all he stemmed from a rich family. You both got out and Ransom tutted at you mumbling about how he wanted to open you door for you like a gentleman. You both closed your doors and Ransom hurried over to you, holding your hand as you began walking to the front door.

You pressed the door bell and it was immediately opened by your mother rather than one of the house cleaners. You smiled at her and you beamed at you, and the glanced at Ransom. "Come in both of you! Dinner has just finished being made!" She rushed off and you looked at Ransom. He looked down at you and pulled your hand which was interlocked with his, up to his face where he placed a tender kiss on your knuckles.

You both took your shoes and coats off and you led him to the dinning room. Your mum was hurrying around playing plates down all the while your father sat still until he moved his head and stared at Ransom. Beside your dad was one of Ransoms book. You were so happy your dad had read some of Ransoms works, surely he'd like him.

Whilst in Ransoms mind he knew he was completely and utterly fucked. The look in your fathers eyes and the glimpse of the folded pages in the book proved that he knew that Ransom was not everything he seemed. Ransom could feel his heart hurt a small bit, he knew that when the 'accident' happens you're gonna weep your little heart out and it will be all because of him. And for a split second, Ransom wished that there was another way instead of that but there wasn't. So he swallowed down the heart ache he'll suffer and sat down at the table.

Your father stared at him while your mother and you chirped happily about you day. You began digging into you meal as did you mum, both of you still nattering oblivious to the staring match between your dad and Ransom. He flashed him a gentle smile, a peace treaty almost, and began digging into the meal. "This is absolutely amazing Ma'am." Your mum blushed and thanked him.

As you were all dining your dad finally spoke, still staring at the sick bastard in front of him. "Hey honey, have you ever read any of Ransoms works?" You looked up and blinked noting the angry look burried in his eyes. "No, they're not my kinda thing." You turned to look at Ransom and flashed him a smile which he returned.

"Well you should honey. There's this one character in here that's exactly like your old friend. And he died the exact same way as he did." You dropped you fork and stared at your dad. Shocked that he would ever bring that up let alone try and claim Ransom had something to do with it. "Why would you say that?" Your dad turned his harsh glare towards you.

"I know you're not the brightest honey, but he's a goddamn sociopath! He's insane! I don't want you seeing him anymore!" You stood up shocked by your dad's behaviour, Ransom stood up too and left the room, he began getting his shoes and coat on when he heard your cries. He peaked around the corner and saw tears streaming down your face. "But daddy I love him! He would never hurt me! And he knows that if he hurt anyone I loved, it would hurt me! So how can you even suggest that!"

Ransom felt his heart hurt, he remembered holding you everynight while you were grieving your friends. God knows how much it would hurt when you had to grieve your parents. God he would do anything to avoid that outcome. "How stupid are you?! He's a murderer! He killed your friends claiming it was a sick and twisted version of love!"

You swallowed down a sob and bit back at him for these insane accusations. "I never want to see you again! You won't get an invite to our wedding or meet your first grandchild! Not until you apologize to the man I love!" You dad scoffed, tears in his eyes yet he was holding back. You mother was openly weeping. The pause lasted too long cementing your choice in choosing Ransom. You walked out and bumped into him. He hugged you and you got ready and left.

The second you were in the bedroom, Ransom was kissing you, softly sweetly. Every part of him was gently. Even as you began undressing each other, he treated you delicately. Not wanting to illicit tears, not yet. Because they'd be sad tears, not tears of ecstacy.

He kissed along your legs, allowing his hands to gently trail up your thighs before they splayed out on your hips. He moved his head up, and blowed along your wetness. Adoring the little flutter of your hips and the breathy moan that escaped your pretty mouth. He licked gently, slowly. Torturing you yet he was appreciating your taste, trying to put it into words. He went back for a second taste before he centred on your clit, he moved his hands then. Dragging one down towards your hole with a feather light tight before he plunged one finger in and then another. His other hand trailed up taking a breast in his hand.

He looked up and saw the beauty that was you, your head tilted back while moans escaped you like a desperate song. He flicked your nipple before he began gently circling it with his thick digit. While you were preoccupied with the stimulation of your nipple, Ransom plunged another finger into you before he pulled away completely.

He felt the need to be even more submerged in this moment of pleasure with you. He leaned down and captured your lips in his. Holding you close towards his body. You felt him move his tip up and down your slit, you could feel his precum mix with your own wetness. He stopped and places his cock against your hole. He stared down at you as if you were the world itself. "I love you so much." And with that he applied pressure and his cock slipped in with a pop. He slowly pushed down until he was fully settled in you.

You caught your breath after Ransom knocked it out of you by entering you. You stared at him and pressed you lips together, completely enthralled by him. By his declaration of love. He slowly began thrusting and pulled away, allowing for your shallow breathing to sink. "My angel, you did so good for me. Defended my name. Defended me. God you are worth every ounce of my love and more. Fucking perfect tight pussy. Was made for me by the Gods." You felt tears gather in your eyes at his words. He began thrusting faster.

His slid his hand down and began to circle your clit, watching with pride blooming in his chest as your tears slide down your face. You were embracing the ultimate pleasure of his cock and the result was something so beautiful that he couldn't even fathom how you weren't worshipped. He leaned down and licked your tears before pressing his forehead to yours and watching more tears stream down your face.

"Fuck you're so good to me baby, so fucking good. This pussy treats me so well too. Fucking grips my cock so well. Would worship this cunt, would worship you. So good baby."

He couldn't help it he took his hand away from your button and instead wrapped it around you throat, fucking you with vigor over the sight before him. Tears streaming down your face, his hand tight around your throat and your breasts bouncing. "Fuck! My little crybaby, you look perfect like this. Need this in a picture. Fucking beautiful. You deserve to be fucked like this baby." He leaned down and licked the tears off your face all the while holding your throat tighter making your face slowly bloom red over the lack of air flow. "Fuck it looks like you're crying diamonds. I'll get you a diamond, get you one for your dainty finger." He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

Before he pulled away and squeezed tight on your throat and began pounding you so fast that it took only 5 thrusts before you convulsed on his cock and bucked you body up desperate to be free from his hands yet also enraptured in your orgasm. Ransom came seconds after. The tightness of your cunt and the beauty of you was enough to push him past his limit. His hips stuttered and he came, some of it inside you before he pulled out and coated you in it. He pulled his hand off your throat, embracing truly how amazing you were.

You laid catching your breath just barely recognising Ransom getting you water and a towel to clean you up. After that was all done he got in bed and you cuddled with him. Your head on his chest while his arm held you protectively. "You did so good for me baby, I'm so proud of you." You batted your eyelashes at him, utterly soft for his praise. "I did?" He smiled and kissed your forehead. "Absolutely my love, I'm so happy baby because of you. I'm gonna put a ring on you, that's how proud I am of you." You giggled and cuddled closer into him. "We'll see bear." And with that you fell into a peaceful sleep.

Ransom grabbed his phone and cancellation off the plan of the 'accident'. Instead he would wait for your dad to crack under the pressure. Especially when everyone else in the family got a wedding invite except him. Ransom was happy truly, there would be no more blood on his hands and now he could focus purely on you.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Stretching my fanfic writing muscles.

I know there is a lot of overlap in the Henry Cavill and Chris Evans fandoms. I want to explore a bit and venture out.

But...

The only way I'm writing Chris Evans fanfic is if it's dark. Now, bestow upon me your thots and I'll make some drabbles. Bonus points for murdery bits. Bonus bonus points for Andy or Ransom or Steve or Lloyd.

See? I do like Chris. But mostly only if it's dark. No happy endings here kiddos. Also, been listening to this nonstop so I'm feeling in the mood.

[adoreyouusugar]

Someone help me please who had the fic where Ransom Drysdale was our babydaddy (of twins )and we, us and Harlan, didn’t tell him because he was an addict (?) and regularly cheated

Anywho and we’re dating Ari(?) I think

[buckets-and-trees]

Unholy Errand

Characters/Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x female!Reader, God the Bounty Hunter x female!Reader, Ransom Drysdale Word Count: 4k Summary: You're caught in the crosshairs when a hit goes out for your boss.

Content/Warnings: explicit smut: non-consent and dubious consent, cuckolding, bondage, knife play, dacryphilia, oral (m and f receiving), cumplay, spitting, facial/marking, groping, spanking, clothed males naked female, coarse language; mild but irreverent use of religious terminology/themes (we’ve got a bounty hunter who refers to himself as God – we’re not committing hard to the bit, but we are using the bit); use of pet names + no y/n; kidnapping

Notes: I was happily working on some other lovely things last weekend, and then Sunday afternoon, totally unprovoked, a rogue muse crept up and whispered, "Lloyd and God..." and my brain broke, and I told @navybrat817 and she immediately enabled/encouraged the sprouting of this fic (and helped identify exactly who these two would be after). I thought this might be fifteen hundred words... and then it hit 2k, and then 3k, and they still weren't done with poor Reader, so...

Additional Notes: First time writing Lloyd, God, or Ransom in any capacity. This is also straight up the filthiest thing I've gone all in on. Is it the filthiest thing that exists on the internet? Of course not, but my filthiest and READ THE TAGS. This is NOT your standard Aspen fic. But was this a bit of a riot to write? Yep. It had a chokehold on me all week, and I stayed up far too late to finish it off tonight because... if I didn't, life would've prevented me finishing for a couple more days, and I've been too eager to push this out.

The clearing of his throat is what pulls your attention. You look up from your desk, taking in long legs in impossibly tight white slacks showing too much ankle, and a torso clad in a black turtleneck and blazer. A thick mustache lives above his smirk. He was too silent entering the offices, and he knows it, seems to revel in unsettling you. “Lloyd Hansen, the six o’clock appointment.”

“Yes, if you’ll follow me right this way,” you proffer politely, and move smoothly out of your chair, leading him to the door of your boss’s office. You give a short knock and open the door, announcing, “Lloyd Hansen, sir,” as you briefly step inside, holding the door open for the man.

He’s still smirking as he passes by, and then you sweep back out, but not before hearing Lloyd whistle and say, “Fancy shit you got yourself in this office, Ran,” as you close the door on them.

You sigh as you sit back down at your desk. Lloyd is your boss’s last meeting of the night, and he had seemed more than perturbed when he said to go ahead and accept the last-minute request Lloyd had made for the appointment. While this is the meeting of the day, Mr. Drysdale had made it clear he was staying late, which means you are also staying late, so you pull out the file of menus you keep in your desk and begin mulling over where to order dinner from tonight.

There’s a succession of loud thuds on the other side of the wall, and you only hesitate for a second before rushing into the office.

You stop dead, a small cry escaping your lips as you watch Lloyd wrestling Ransom to the ground.

“You may be sorry you disturbed us, sweetie, but since you’re here, be a good girl and close and lock that door so we don’t get interrupted by anyone else.”

You hesitate, staring in horror at the display before you: books knocked off the shelves, everything that’s usually so immaculately placed askew on the desk, a lamp overturned, Ransom Drysdale on the floor of his office with Lloyd Hansen’s knee pressed into his back and both arms pulled taught behind him while Lloyd binds his wrists together with the Hermes ascot scarf ripped from Ransom’s own neck.

Lloyd clucks his tongue. “Lock the door or I start cutting his fingers off. Barnes and Rogers only said they want your boss alive; they didn’t say how much of him still needs to be intact.”

“Do it,” Ransom grunts, turning his head away from you, clearly embarrassed at his predicament.

You turn and slowly close the door. You know there are still people working at Blood Like Wine tonight, and while it’s not likely that any of them will be passing through this wing after normal business hours, it’s probably safer that they stay out than accidentally stumble into whatever this dangerous mess is evolving into. You wished you had suppressed your own urge to investigate.

When you turn back around, Lloyd is unbuckling his belt as he continues to kneel against Ransoms back. He pulls it out, uses it to gag Ransom, giving it an additional tug after already pulling it tightly, and fastens it off.

“There, that’s just about perfect.”

“What are-?” You venture to ask, but he abruptly cuts you off.

“No one asked you to talk, sweetie, now come away from that door.”

You only take two reluctant steps towards them when there’s a scraping of wood that draws everyone’s attention to the opposite side of the room.

A piece of the floor is slowly being lifted from below, pushed out of the way, and then another man pops up from out of the floor. He hefts himself out of the hole in the floor and then drops a duffel bag on the floor, the heavy sound of muffled metal hinting at the equipment he’s brought with him.

“Oh, good, you’ve already done some of my work for me,” the tall, dark-haired man appraises the situation he’s just stepped into.

“Who the fuck are you, and where’d you come from?”

“Clearly you watched me ascend from a trapdoor in the floor.” He stalks over to stand in front of the large mahogany desk and sits back on the edge. “You didn’t think Harlan Thrombey - noted mystery author - wouldn’t have a publishing house full of trapdoors and secret passageways?”

“Didn’t need to, walked right in the front door. Still waiting to find out who you are.”

“God the Bounty Hunter.”

“Ooh,” Lloyd cocks his head, and another one of his smirks returns, “I can’t say I hate the audacity. Very bold. But there are a lot of gods and only one Lloyd Hansen.

“Now we’re clearly both here because of the hit put out for this prick, but since there are two of them and two of us, why don’t you make yourself useful, God, and tie up this little Margaret while I get Ransom nice and comfortable here.”

“With pleasure,” God says, and beckons you over to him.

The way he fixes you with his gaze is so intense you can’t to resist his silent command. He stands when you’re just a foot or two away, puts a ringer under your chin to tilt your head up, and looks down into your face. You don’t dare look away, nor do you want to, for some reason.

After another moment, he lets your chin drop, and God begins to circle you, looking you up and down. You hold very still. “You don’t need to be tied up, do you? You like to behave, to be praised.”

Lloyd lets out a loud, longsuffering sigh. “Fine, it can be more fun when they’re tied up, but I’m not picky as long as I get what I want.” Then his tone changes, directing his next words at you. “Understand, sweetie?”

You nod.

“Good.” With that, Lloyd pushes his knee roughly into Ransom’s back, drawing a painful groan from the bound man, before standing and hauling Ransom up with him. He shoves Ransom down to sit on the couch that faces the desk in the small entertaining area of Ransom’s office. “Now Relax, let me pour myself a drink. No reason we can’t enjoy ourselves for a few minutes, for old time’s sake.”

While Lloyd pours some bourbon, God steps right up behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat of him. He moves your hair off your shoulder, and leans close to whisper in your ear, “You be very good, and I’ll make you my angel.” You can’t help but shiver - it’s the heat of his breath at your neck and the promised threat - and you know he notices your reaction, because there’s a soft, dark chuckle before he presses a hot kiss to the base of your neck. His hand comes around to your front, toying with the edge of your open collar, and then he lightly draws his index finger along your clavicle and then up the other side of your neck. You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until you gasp when his other hand quickly pushes a small piece of metal right below your ear.

“And what’s that?” Lloyd asks, not missing the tagging.

“A little incentive for obedience,” God answers. “Fifty-thousand volts when fully unleashed.”

There’s a non-electrically generated jolt in your stomach, but it’s not pure fear, it’s tinged with a little adrenaline as well.

“Huh. To each his own. Now down to business, Ran.”

God steps back and then leans on the edge of the desk again. He pulls you to stand between his legs, your back up against his chest, and his hands settle on your shoulders. Standing against him like this has your hips aligned with his, and you have no doubt it’s setting the stage for his intentions, even if it seems harmless enough now. It mimics a familiarity between partners that is both soothing and unsettling.

Across the room, Lloyd takes a seat on the other side of the couch from Ransom, drink in one hand, and draping his arm casually along the back of the couch. “It was quite a convenient circumstance that even had me nearby to make this social call Ransom. Couldn’t be happier that I’d get to drop in on you for something like this. Ransom and I both went to Yale, you know,” he tosses this part across the room to you and God. “Even ended up in the same fraternity. But he was a senior, I was a freshman. Didn’t spare me the time of day except for the hazing, right?”

His focus shifts back to Ransom, who only gives Lloyd a cold stare, unmoving, clearly not wanting to give Lloyd the satisfaction of any emotional reactions.

God’s hands shift from your shoulders and begin to stroke up and down your arms.

“Why am I boring us all with the backstory though? Old college buddies is pretty typical. You know what’s not typical? Barnes and Rogers putting a bounty out for someone. They’ve got their own guys, and you’re not hard to find.”

The hands move from your arms to your waist, moving up and down your ribs, and still Lloyd keeps talking.

“So, either you’re too important and they wanted the closest person available to pick you up and make a rush delivery to their door, or you’re not important enough for them to want to dispatch any of their own men to deal with you. Outsourcing because you’re still an inconvenience to them, and they can’t let you go unpunished.

Strong hands on your hips.

“Maybe you can prove to be useful tonight, sweetie. How long have you worked for Ranny here?”

You don’t know if you should be surprised that he’s turned his attention to you for questioning, but you do your best to keep your mind focused as you answer him. “I’ve worked for Mr. Drysdale for – oh –” God starts rubbing circles over your hipbones, applying more pressure and pushing you back against a very prominent erection “– a little over seven months.”

“Mr. Drysdale, eh?” Lloyd’s perennial smirk grows, and he tilts his head, tsking again. “You don’t have to pretend like you’re not assisting him after hours, I told you we were in the same frat, so I know what this bastard gets up to.”

Your mouth drops open a little, and Lloyd looks from you to Ransom, whose cold stare has turned into an unmistakable glare.

“Oho! So, she does only assist you professionally?” Lloyd laughs, seemingly out of genuine amusement. “You really are useless, Ranny.”

God is still relentless in touching you, exploring over and even under the clothing, one of his hands sliding down your leg to slip under your skirt to skim up your thigh, and the other stroking just under your breasts, calculated touches to evoke responses but not yet to take or give any more satisfaction.

Both strangers are demanding your attention, and you’re almost evenly divided between Lloyd’s words and God’s actions.

“She probably would’ve slept with you the first two weeks on the job, but now she’s gotta know you’re an insufferable prick.”

Would you have? You don’t think either statement is true. You were never drawn in by Ransom, and since working for him, you’ve only been focused on doing your job well, getting a good paycheck, and going home. Ransom wasn’t particularly demanding compared to other executives, and so you had only wanted him to continue to respect and rely on your assistance so he’d find you indispensable and raise your salary regularly.

God finally speaks again. “We should let the man see what he’ll never have.”

Lloyd sits back in the chair. “I’m not opposed.”

Your face burned. There was no question what he meant, and you did not want Ransom to see you on display, but Lloyd is intimidating and God is intoxicating, so you can do no more than comply as God unzips your skirt and pushes it to the floor.

Next he turns you around and works on the buttons of your shirt, in no hurry, putting your ass on display for Lloyd and Ransom while torturing you with more of the heated, intense eye contact that makes you nearly forget to breathe.

You’re only warned that Lloyd’s behind you when God looks over your shoulder, and you turn your head, but before you can fully face him, his hand has come down against your ass with enough force that you fall against God’s chest. He spanks you again, harder, and you whimper in God’s arms, your head falling against his shoulder with the sting and shock and humiliation.

Then, in another quick turn of events, Lloyd grasps the waistband of your panties with one hand, and you briefly feel the chill of metal against your skin as he slips a knife under the fabric and then slashes them away with two strokes and throws the fabric on the desk.

“Move, God, I want her up on the desk.”

God stands again, and he pulls your shirt off your shoulders as he moves away.

Lloyd could unclasp your bra, but of course Lloyd uses the knife to slice through the band.

“Drop it,” he instructs.

With a deep, steadying breath, you do as he says.

“Turn and sit up on the desk for us.”

You’ve taken hundreds of orders from this office, completing tasks you enjoyed and hated, this can be just another of those.

“Open those thighs for us all to see, sweetie.”

You close your eyes. You know what they will see, and the shame burns in your stomach.

Lloyd taps the flat part of his knife just above your knee. “Now.”

You bite your lip and look at the ground as you spread your legs. Lloyd presses the edge of the knife to the flesh of your inner thigh, forcing you to spread even wider if you don’t want him to cut into you.

Lloyd brings his knife to your chin to tilt your face up to look at him as he traces your wet folds with two fingers. The smirk is gone, replaced by a wicked grin. “Nice and slick for us.”

“God’s handiwork,” the other man is quick to note.

“Sure. A nice little sacrificial offering. Now, Ransom, since you’ve never had a taste, seems a shame not to give you a sample,” Lloyd says.

Ransom shifts and begins to stand, but Lloyd turns abruptly and points at him with the knife. “Stay there, you dumb fuck.”

Ransom sits back again.

“And don’t you dare look away.” He looks to God. “Shoot him if he does.”

God pulls a gun from behind his back that he must have had tucked into his waistband. You watch as he moves to the other side of the room and stands behind Ransom. He plants his gun at the base of Ransom’s skull, then locks eyes with you again. It’s clear he doesn’t want take his eyes off you if he’s going to have to ensure Ransom doesn’t either. Something in your chest stirs under his rapt attention.

Lloyd demands your attention again as he grips your hips and pulls you to the edge of the mahogany desk. He slaps your pussy, drawing a sharp cry from you, then drops down to delve between your thighs. He gives your clit a vicious nip, and you bit back another yelp. His tongue plunders into your cunt, licking and sucking, and your hands are moving to grasp his skull to anchor yourself, but he’s already pulling away. As he stands, he yanks you off the desk, and strides across the room, dragging you with him.

He spits directly in Ransom’s face – a combination of Lloyd’s saliva and your slick that he’s not able to do anything but let drip down his face. Your mouth is agape, truly shocked. Ransom’s entire body radiates rage and embarrassment.

“That’s all you’ll be getting from her, Drysdale.”

Then Lloyd’s shoves you to your knees, putting you on display in profile to the other men. He undoes the zipper of his pants, releasing his cock, no underwear to fuss about.

“Open up,” he demands, and you comply, unwilling to provoke this demon who clearly doesn’t play by any rules.

He slips the angry red tip of his cock into your mouth. “Be good,” he warns. You give a small nod, closing your mouth around him. With one hand, he grips your head and begins to thrust in and out of your mouth. You and gag, and your eyes close as you try to focus very hard on breathing through your nose. He’s hitting the back of your throat with each brutal thrust, and the tears spill quickly down your face.

“Eyes on me,” he grunts, and you force them open and look up at him, knowing what he wants to see. He groans in approval. “You are a pretty little trinket, prettier when you cry.”

Then he abruptly pulls you off his dick and grips you by the chin and turns your head for Ransom and God. “Fucking look at her, swollen lips, gasping for breath, desperate.”

Just as quickly he slots his dick back in your mouth, this time gripping your head with both hands and he fucks your face with abandon. Fast. Hard. Your whimpers turn into sobs, and your hands come up to brace and grasp desperately at his thighs. “You can still take it,” Lloyd growls, undeterred, and you’re powerless to stop him. The tears are not just running but flooding down your cheeks. It’s too much now, and you can’t get enough air, and vision is going black. Finally he throws you off and away from him, and turns to aim his cock at Ransom, shooting his load over his face and shoulders, letting out a hiss that turns into a hum.

You’re hunched over and you wretch – blessedly only once – bracing your hands on the floor, and you gulp and heave, lungs fraught for the necessary oxygen.

Lloyd is talking again. The voice registers, but not the words.

And there are warm hands on you again. One rubbing small circles at the base of your spine, the other pushing your hair out of your face and coaxing you to look up at him.

With enough soothing, God has you breathing evenly again, and you’re still crying a little, but he helps you up onto the couch and sits next to you, very close, and he tucks a hand under your chin and lifts your face up, then he licks your left cheek, then the right, lapping up the tears. You hiccup, not sure how to react. Then he merely strokes your cheek, and the fingers trail down your neck, down your chest, down, down…

“Boring,” Lloyd announces.

You look up at him for a moment, but then God’s questing fingers reach the point he really wants to concentrate his might on, plunging into your wet cunt, and your eyes flutter closed.

“I’m eager to be done here,” Lloyd continues while God continues pumping his digits in and out of you. “We don’t need any more dumbasses showing up for this fool.”

“Agreed,” God says, casually as if he’s not beginning to pull you apart softly but surely. “You take him. I’ll keep her. There’s room for her in the trunk next to the cargo.”

“Fine, I wasn’t fussed about the goods anyway, I only took this job for the satisfaction of humiliating Drysdale, and that’s already exceeded my expectations. I’m sure Barnes and Rogers will give you enough for the recovered inventory even without him, and I’ll do you a solid and not mention the little side piece you’ll be keeping for yourself.”

God moves you off the couch, coaxing you to lean over the coffee table and kneels behind you. “Good.”

You moan as God slowly pushes his hard length inside your cunt.

There’s a thud next to you, and you turn to see a pile of Ransom hit the floor a few feet away.

“I assume you’ve got a way to move this man through down in that passage?” Lloyd asks, dragging the unconscious figure across the floor by his feet.

“Mhmm,” he responds, more intent on the movement of his hips against yours, slowly pistonning in and out of your tight heat.

“Good. This was fun enough, but let’s not do this again.”

God pulls your head up roughly to look at Lloyd just as he’s about to drop into the floor. “Say goodbye to Lloyd, Angel.”

You’re barely able to make the, “Bye,” tumble out of your lips, you’re so full of this man behind you, and his sudden roughness taking you by surprise.

Lloyd chuckles, then disappears.

God lets you drop back down, leaning on your elbows.

“I thought he’d never stop talking,” God murmurs.

It’s bitter, but a laugh actually falls from your lips, but you still can’t form words.

“There’s other things I’d rather do with you around than talk.”

He adjusts his angle from behind you. It allows him to plunge more of his cock into your slick channel, and you groan, but then after only a few thrusts, he pauses, balls deep inside you.

“You took what he gave you, but I think you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

You’re breathless. You can’t speak. You don’t want to speak?

He places his right hand, palm flat, at the base of your spine and presses it slowly up your back, his middle finger trailing up the ridge of your vertebrae, and you can feel the metal of his ring draw a line along your skin.

“You were very good.”

He rocks his hips against you, and you whimper.

“I said I would make you mine if you were good.”

Another rocking. He moves his hand from the nape of your neck around to grip it fully, and he pulls you back up against his chest, and you’re gasping for air for a moment, both hands coming up to clutch at his arm.

He lowers his voice and delivers his next words right into your ear. “You want to be mine, don’t you?”

Your pussy clenches around him, and he presses a kiss against your throat, and you feel the smile of his lips against your skin.

His other hand moves down across your hip, to your vee, and his deft fingers stroke your throbbing clit. He doesn’t move his cock, but he does move those fingers expertly, drawing tight little circles that wind you up to the top until you’re flung off the edge and into pure pleasure.

Coming down from your first orgasm, you sink against him. As your breathing returns to normal, the hand on your neck remains like an anchor, but his other hand moves up to tilt your chin to the side and up to meet his lips. The kiss claims you, and you part your lips for him, just as you’ve parted your legs for him – willingly.

“That was one, but I want a trinity to secure your devotion here tonight. I’m going to fuck you dumb, dress you, and then you’re going to walk out of here like a sweet little angel and get in my car. Then I’ll let you choose. You can sit up front and keep my cock warm or you can crawl in the back of the trunk. Your choice.”

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I'm ruined.

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Mommy's good boy

PAIRING | Sub!Ransom Drysdale x Soft Dom!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 4K

SUMMARY | Ransom has been under a lot of stress lately, and all he needs is to forget about all of it, and give himself completely over to his needs. The only person who can help him with that like no one else can, is his wife.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship [ Husband & Wife ], D/S dynamics [ Sub!Ransom & Soft Dom!Reader ], swearing, smut [ subspace, slight dumbification, mommy kink, oral fixation (finger sucking), praise/praise kink, subtle edging, anal fingering, use of a butt plug, thigh riding, nipple play, lactation kink (without milk), slight bondage (use of handcuffs), oral (F&M receiving simultaneous), face riding, unprotected vaginal sex, squirting, anal pegging with a strap-on, a lot of aftercare ].

A/N | This is my first fic for the wonderful Ransom Drysdale, so let me know what you think! I'd also love to start writing for him more, so please don't hesitate to drop your requests in my inbox! 🖤

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You got home earlier than usual today since you only worked for a half day, using some of your much-needed time off. Now you're working on preparing dinner for yourself and your husband, Ransom.

When you're about to put the casserole you made into the oven, the door slams open and shut, notifying you that said husband just arrived home, and he isn't happy.

''Hi Puppy, how was your day?'' you ask him, and you immediately see his facade slipping at the nickname. You can tell he needs you more than ever, and you're willing to do exactly what he needs right now.

''F-fuck, I just- I need you, need you to care of me and forget everything,'' Ransom says as he walks over to you, clinging onto you like a lost puppy.

You decide to finish dinner later and tell Ransom to go upstairs and assume the position. He quickly runs upstairs and practically tears off his clothes. He puts them in the laundry basket like you taught him and sits on the bed.

He is facing the door so he can see you walk in, but he's completely naked, on his knees and his hands behind his back. His cock is throbbing and rock hard, precum leaking from the tip.

You make a quick stop in your walk-in closet to change your outfit. Sure, the lingerie you wore is lovely, but you decide to treat Ransom a little and put on the new black set you bought recently.

''Are you ready, Puppy?'' you ask when you walk in the door, and he can't answer because his jaw is practically on the floor when he sees you in the lacey black garments.

''Does my Puppy suddenly not know how to talk anymore?'' you coo at him as you walk over with a slightly exaggerated sway of your hips, Ransom's eyes following every last step.

He shakes his head because, of course, he knows how to talk, but words seem to get lost in his throat, and his mind gets a little fuzzy. He enjoys getting lost in this headspace but wants to enjoy everything you have in store for him.

''R-ready, Mommy,'' he manages to get out, feeling himself slip further into the fuzziness.

You walk over to the bed and know you're not too rough on him tonight because it will mainly be about his pleasure. When you're there, you crawl onto the bed to where Ransom's sitting.

''Are you going to be a good boy for Mommy today?'' you ask, letting your hand slide softly over his cheek as he leans into your touch.

''Yes,'' he whispers, and you pull him in for a loving, sweet kiss which you don't deepen, but the moment you pull away from him, you hear soft whimpers from Ransom.

''Don't worry, baby; I'm gonna take good care of you tonight, so you don't have to worry about anything. And I will let you cum whenever you need to, as often as you need to. Tonight is all about you,'' you tell him, and his eyes shoot open, looking into yours.

Your hand moves from his cheek to his mouth, and you touch his bottom lip with your index- and middle finger, putting them in his mouth when he opens up for you.

His mouth closes, and his eyes flutter shut again while he sucks your fingers. ''You're being such a good boy for Mommy right now; you're doing great, Puppy,'' you tell him, and you see his thick cock twitching at the praise.

He starts sucking harder when you press down on his tongue, and as much as he wants to touch you, he fights his urges right now. He knows you will treat him well if he listens, and he can't wait.

You pull your fingers out of his mouth, and he looks at you through half-lidded eyes, giving him a fucked out look already despite not having done anything yet.

''Alright, Puppy. Sit on your hands and knees for Mommy so I can prep you for later. I'd love to fuck you later, so we need to insert a plug first,'' you tell him, and he does so without protest.

''Hmm, such a perfect Puppy for me right now. You're listening so well, and I'm so proud of you,'' you tell him as your hand snakes around his hips towards his hard, leaking cock.

Your hand wraps around the base, and you tug a few times, giving him just enough pleasure to drift even further into the fuzziness, but not enough to make him cum, yet.

''M-mommy! Please!'' he whimpers as you take your hand away.

''You get to cum soon, Puppy, don't worry. First the prep, then I will make you feel so good you can only think of me,'' you tell him, and you place a trail of kisses from his shoulder to his hip.

The lube and the plug you need for the prep are on the nightstand, so you move away from Ransom and off the bed to retrieve them. You pick them up and show the jet-black plug to Ransom, who starts salivating at the sight.

You move back to the bed, and this time he's wiggling his ass for you, notifying you he's more than ready for you to start working the plug into him.

''It will be cold, Puppy, but don't worry. Mommy's proud of you, and I know you will be my perfect boy,'' you coo at him, making him moan softly.

You squirt some lube onto your fingers before spreading his ass cheeks with your other hand, bringing them to his puckering and slightly pulsing hole.

As soon as your fingers make contact Ransom's hips buck up against your fingers, making you grin widely. ''Such a needy boy for me, huh? You need Mommy's fingers in you?'' you ask teasingly.

Ransom knows the answer to this, he really does, but he can't seem to get it out of his mouth. His mind is entirely blank, except for the feeling he's experiencing, pure and utter bliss.

''You can just nod, Puppy. I know you've had a hard day, so just a nod is okay for today,'' you tell him as you give him soft kisses. When the words sink in, he nods and releases a quiet 'yes' too.

''Good boy,'' you say, and your fingers first twirl around his rim a little until he relaxes, so you can push your middle finger into the first knuckle.

''Look at that, Puppy, you're taking me so well right now. It feels fantastic to have me fill you up, huh?'' you say as you work the rest of your finger in with soft thrusts, making sure to take your time with him.

It doesn't take long for him to take your entire fingers with ease, so you decide to add another, and when Ransom feels that, he lets out a deep groan from deep within.

''F-fuck, Mommy!'' he groans at your extra finger, which he also takes without a problem.

''You're doing so amazing for me, Puppy. Taking my fingers so well, can't wait to fill you up with my thick cock later,'' you say, pumping your fingers out faster as his moans become more erratic.

''Is my Puppy going to cum on Mommy's fingers? Go ahead, you know you're allowed to tonight,'' you say, and with a few more quick pumps of your fingers against his prostate, he cums, thick white ropes of cum shoot onto the bed from his throbbing cock.

''M-MOMMY, YES!'' he screams out as you work him through his orgasm, and you feel your own panties get wet at the power of the orgasm that washes over your husband.

''You did so well for Mommy, Puppy. You're my best boy right now, cumming beautifully for Mommy. When the plug is in, I will clean you up with my tongue as a reward for being such a good boy for me,'' you tell him, and his cheeks turn a deep red color at all the praise.

Because of all your praise, he didn't notice your fingers slip out until he suddenly felt the plug teasing against his hole.

''Relax, Puppy. I'm going slow, so all you have to do is relax for Mommy,'' you say, and he does, his chest now lying on the bed, too, so his ass is even higher.

Your hand nudges his thighs a little further apart, and you work the plug slowly into him, which feels fantastic as he's gradually getting stretched around the metal of the plug.

''Just a little more before it's in Puppy; you can take it. Bet you already feel so full right now, huh?'' you say, and he nods with a moan when it fully slides in.

''Fuck, your ass looks absolutely amazing with that jewel in there,'' you say as you tap on the white diamond at the plug's base.

Ransom lets out a deep moan at the feeling, and you place a few small kisses on his ass cheeks before letting him sit on his knees again.

He has to shift several times to find a comfortable position with the plug. Still, once he does, he looks at you, wondering what's next, and you can tell there's not a single thought behind those eyes right now.

''The Puppy deserves a great reward, and I promised to clean you up. Go lay on your back for me so I can do just that,'' you say as you guide him onto his back.

He has gone soft again after his orgasm, and even though it takes him a little while to get hard again after his orgasms, you don't mind.

When he's lying down, you move until you're between his thighs, and your tongue starts licking softly at the tip of his sensitive cock. His back arches as soft groans leave his throat, but it feels oh-so-good.

''Mommy, please,'' he whines, and you're reveling in the thought that you're the only thing on his mind right now. Nothing happens in his head except for you and how good you make him feel.

''Don't worry, Puppy, I'm still here, and you're going to make Mommy feel good, okay?'' you tell him, and he nods softly. You finish cleaning him off with your tongue and move up to him, straddling his thigh as you hold his face in your hands and lean in for a deep kiss.

You have always had a thing for Ransom's thick and muscled thighs, so you're planning to take full advantage of that now.

Once your soaking cunt makes contact with his thigh, you let out a deep moan, and Ransom's eyes flutter shut at the sound, knowing he's the one pulling it out of you.

''You feel so good, Puppy. Gonna let you make Mommy cum. Can you flex those muscles for me?'' you ask, and he does, and you immediately start riding him.

The moans you're letting out are borderline pornographic, but seeing your beautiful husband be turned into a puddle of mush underneath your fingers gets you going like nothing else can.

''R-Ransom, yes! Fuck, doing so good for me! 'M gonna cum for you,'' you say as the fabric of your panties gives you precisely the right amount of friction you need right now.

In combination with him flexing his thigh muscles, your orgasm washes over you quickly, pulling moans from deep within you, and soft moans coming from Ransom make you cum fast and violently.

''Mommy, need to taste you,'' Ransom says as he finally manages to lift his arms, softly grabbing your breasts and rubbing his long, thin fingers over your now hard nipples.

''Need your milk,'' he croaks out, and his hands move to the clasp on the back while you lean forward. He quickly rips it off your shoulders when it's open and attaches his mouth to your left nipple.

The suckling sounds from his mouth and his hands on your ass almost send you head first into another orgasm; your breath picks up when he lands a hard slap on your ass.

''Fuck, yes! Keep sucking on Mommy's tits, and I'll cum for you,'' you tell him; he doesn't have to be told twice. His hands keep guiding you back and forth over his thighs, and your head swings back as your second orgasm rushes through your veins and body.

''RANSOM, YES! You feel so fucking good, suck on Mommy's tits like that; Take all the milk you need from Mommy's tits, Puppy. Such a good boy for me right now, doing perfect for me,'' you pant as you ride out your orgasm.

Ransom quickly moves over to your other nipple and sucks the hard nub into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it, sending shocks up and down your spine.

When his mouth releases your nipple, you fall forward, and your whole body is splayed over Ransom. His arms circle around your waist as he holds you close while you recover from 

everything that happened.

''You're doing absolutely perfect for me; you're doing so good for Mommy,'' you whisper in Ransom's ear, and he feels like absolute heaven right now. He needs you and your sweet words, precisely what you're giving him.

The two of you are lying like that for a few minutes. When you get back up, you can see that Ransom is already hard again, so you quickly attach the handcuffs to the headboard for the next part of the evening.

''Give me your hands, Puppy. I'll just tie these to the headboard for now, but if you're a good boy for Mommy, I'll let you out of them to help me feel good,'' you tell him, and his eyes flutter closed at the thought, a small smile appearing on his lips.

''Love you, Mommy,'' he says, and your heart melts at those words.

''I love you too, my sweet boy,'' you say as you lean down for a soft kiss.

When the handcuffs are attached, his hands are wrapped tight enough but not too tight to not hurt him.

You look back down at Ransom and see he is still hard. ''Hmm, Mommy's is going to make you feel so good, Puppy,'' you say as you climb onto the bed and over his chest, your ass facing Ransom's head.

You lean down to give him soft kisses on the tip of his dick, and he hisses softly at the feeling. ''Now I'm gonna let you have some fun too, Puppy,'' you say, and you remove your panties before sitting down on his face.

He immediately knows what he needs to do, and his tongue starts swirling through your folds, over your clit, and into your entrance while you writhe on top of him.

''Oh, R-Ransom, Jesus, that feels amazing,'' you say, and when you're about to reach your orgasm, you put your hands on his chest, riding him through your orgasm.

When you're done, you lean forward and take his achingly hard cock into your mouth, wrapping your hand around the part you can't get to with your mouth.

Ransom doesn't let up and keeps fucking his tongue into your entrance, needing to get every last drop of arousal out of you. ''Oh, Puppy, yes! Right there,'' you tell him as his lips attach around your clit, and he sucks like his life depends on it.

Suddenly you get an idea, and while you're sucking Ransom off, your fingers trail down to his ass, gripping the plug's base and softly moving it inside as it hits his perfect spot each time.

''M-Mommy, gonna cum!'' he says when he finally lets go of your cunt, and before you know it, he shoots his cum deep into your throat, and you swallow every last drop of it.

''Hm, you're Mommy's good boy, aren't you? Making me cum like that, you're the most perfect Puppy Mommy could ever wish for,'' you tell him when you've turned around, placing soft kisses on his face.

He looks absolutely fucked out, and he feels like his limbs are noodles at this point. He has a content smile, and his head lulls to the side, giving you the perfect opportunity to shower his neck with kisses and love marks.

You move over to straddle Ransom's hips, and you line his cock up with your entrance when he's hard again after a few strokes, sinking down in a single move.

The groan from Ransom is almost animalistic at the feeling of your tight, soft walls clenching around him. ''Fuck, you feel so fucking good when you're this deep inside me,'' you pant out.

He is trying to fight against his restraints, but he doesn't have enough strength to do it right now, so eventually, he gives up and lets you use him however you need.

''Yeah, look at you, Puppy. Letting Mommy use you as her personal sex toy, huh? Being such a perfect fuck doll for Mommy to use however she pleases,'' you say, and your nails scratch over his chest, making him groan again.

The pain and pleasure combined feel so good in his fuzzy headspace. Before realizing what's happening, he's cumming again, deep inside you, as you clench around him.

You follow him soon after, and you're so sensitive after him hitting your sweet spot so many times that you squirt all over his legs, stomach, and bed while screaming his name.

''Mommy,'' he murmurs, and you lean forward, cradling his face in your hands as you kiss his lips softly.

Then you climb off him, and he whines when he slides out of you. You release his arms from the restraints and rub the red marks softly before placing kisses.

He pulls you in for a cuddle, and you must remind him that you're not done yet.

''Not yet, Puppy, I still have to make you feel good; remember when we put the plug in?'' you say, and you gently tap it. His back arches at the feeling, and he moans softly.

''Mommy's gonna make you feel even better by filling you up way better than they ever could,'' you tell him, and he nods slowly. ''Don't worry, I'll make you feel so good; you've been such a good boy for me after all,'' you say, and you give him a soft kiss on his forehead.

You prepared your harness earlier, so you can step into it and return to the bed. Ransom opens his eyes and lifts his head to see what you're doing, and his eyes go wide at the sight of the dildo between your legs.

''M-Mommy, it's too big,'' he croaks out, but you assure him it'll fit.

''Don't worry, Puppy. We've used this one before, and you always were such a good boy for me, so I know it'll fit again,'' you tell him, and you give kisses from his chest down his stomach.

Your fingers wrap around the plug's base, and you slowly start working it out of Ransom while giving his dick a few more licks and kisses to relax him. He finally releases the plug with a soft whine, and you lube up the dildo attached to your harness.

When you're ready, you grab Ransom's legs and fold them back for him, ordering him to hold onto him as you line up with his gaping hole. ''I'm gonna go slow, Puppy, don't worry,'' you reassure him and start pushing in.

''Fuck, you're doing so good for me; look at how good your ass is taking me right now,'' you say, your head thrown back as you push yourself deeper into him.

When you bottom out, you immediately start thrusting, not giving him time to adjust to catch him off-guard one last time.

''Oh, Mommy, feels so full!'' Ransom moans out, and the grin on your face isn't going anywhere when you see the wholly fucked out look your perfect husband has on his face right now.

You start thrusting faster, and your hand finds its way to his hard cock, and you start pumping him in time with your thrusts, making him pant and moan like crazy.

''Come on, Puppy, I know you can give me one more orgasm, after that I'll take good care of you and treat you like the perfect boy you are for Mommy,'' you say, and with a few more thrusts, his cum spurts out, over his chest and abdomen, making a mess.

After that, you slowly pull out, and Ransom whines at a loss again. Still, you quickly unbuckle and step out of your harness before going to the headboard and grabbing two bottles of water from the nightstand.

You always like to be prepared with water and snacks when Ransom is in a subspace like this.

''Come on, Baby, you're okay; we're all done. It's time for cuddles right now,'' you say, and you're sitting up against the headboard, allowing Ransom to sit between your legs and with his back against your chest.

You twisted open the water bottle cap and slowly put it against Ransom's lips so he could take little sips of it.

''That's it, Baby, you're doing very good for me right now,'' you tell him when he has finished half the bottle. Then you grab a chocolate bar, break small bits off, and feed it to him while he's slowly coming down from his headspace, ensuring he won't have a sub-drop later.

''I love you so much, Ransom. I'm so glad I have met you and that I have gotten the chance to fall in love with you,'' you whisper to him, and when he's come down enough, he tells you he loves you too.

''Love you too, Cookie,'' he says, and you can't help but smile at the nickname he gave you when you started buying his favorite Biscoff cookies before the two of you were officially dating.

You and Ransom sat on the bed like that before it was officially time to clean each other up. The two of you moved your cuddle session to the shower when he could finally stand on his legs again.

Now here you are, holding onto your husband, your hands making lazy patterns over his back, his hands washing your hair with the shampoo he loves so much.

''Thank you for coming to me when you needed me the most, Ransom. I'm still grateful you trust me to such a level,'' you tell him, and he leans down for a kiss.

''There's no one else I trust more than you, Cookie. And there's nothing else I'd rather come home to than my gorgeous wife. I still find it hard to believe you wanted to marry me, but I'm so fucking glad you did,'' he says, rinsing out your hair, making sure no soap gets into your eyes.

''You're the best husband a woman could ever ask for, Baby, you really are,'' you say, standing on your tip-toes to kiss him this time.

''And you're the best wife I could ever have,'' he tells you.

After the shower, you help each other dry off and slip into some comfortable clothing, and Ransom lends you one of his sweaters to cuddle in.

The two of you go to the couch, where you just cuddle for the rest of the night while watching a movie, content in the silence that hangs around you.

That night the two of you sleep like logs, and you wake up tangled up in each other.

''Good morning, Cookie,'' he says as he pulls you closer. This is precisely what you've always dreamt of. Waking up on a wintery Saturday morning with the love of your life and not a single worry for either of you.

When it is finally time for you to get up, you walk to the kitchen while holding each other's hand.

''Would my perfect husband like some waffles or pancakes?'' you ask, and he just sits you on the counter.

''I have an entirely different idea about breakfast,'' he says as he drops to his knees, pulling your panties to the side and diving in like he hasn't eaten in weeks.

Yeah, this is perfection, you think to yourself while cumming.

[ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist]

Chris Evans Masterlist

Here you will find all of my Chris Evans works, arranged by character and type of work.

Series

Don’t Take My Sunshine Away (possibly on hiatus)

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing) - Lloyd is a minor character.

Challenges

Pretty As A Picture - Explicit - Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader - What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.

Requests

Power Play: After Hours - Explicit - Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader - What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

A Duke and His Duchess - Explicit - Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader - The night takes a dark turn when you are harassed at the club, but Lloyd comes to your rescue.

Headcanons

Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep

What happens when the reader starts dressing to match Lloyd?

Interesting quirk (an ask I submitted to stargazingfangirl18)

Events

Daddy Dearest | Lloyd Hansen + Female Reader + Daddy kink + “Can you feel how much I want you?” + Darkfic (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

One-Shots

Oxytocin - Explicit - Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC - At a New Year’s Eve party, Ransom Drysdale’s life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.

One-Shots

Don’t Take Your Eyes Off It - Explicit - Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader - It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!

Requests

No Good Deeds - Explicit - Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader - Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.

Events

Do It For Daddy | Jake Jensen + Female Reader + Daddy kink + “I told you, you would eventually start begging.” + Smut (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

One-Shots

Sweet Redemption - Explicit - Dennis Baker x Female!Reader - You move into the neighborhood and meet Dennis Baker, a man in the middle of a divorce. Trying to keep yourself honest, you keep him at a distance. But you’re drawn together after a mishap online. Will it end sweetly or on a sour note?

Headcanons

“Don’t run from me” Dennis x Wifey (facesitting)

Brunch with the family (slice of life)

Late night on the beach with Wifey

Ass worship

Nicknames and height

Panty sniffing?

Running into the ex-wife in the grocery store

Dennis comforting Wifey after a long, stressful day

how Dennis finds out that Wifey is pregnant

Dennis' zodiac sign

Does Dennis' wife like to be spanked during sex?

Is Dennis a horndog?

What are Dennis and Wifey's love languages?

Do Dennis and Wifey share nudes?

Drabbles

Dennis tells you about his and his ex-wife's fight on the day you met

Dennis comforts Wifey after her day doesn't go as planned (slice of life)

Dennis being the most capable father and husband (slice of life)

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Steve Rogers (Avengers films)

Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Nick Gant (PUSH)

Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

Dennis Baker (DENNIS)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR CHRIS

FULL MASTERLIST IS HERE.

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Redemption - Ten

It's been a year since I wrote anything for Redemption. We've seen Ransom's struggles but this is probably the most honest look at the Reader's feelings thus far.

Definitely teared up writing some pieces so you may want to get some tissues! Labrinth's "I'm Tired" was inspiration for this chapter.

Redemption Series Masterlist

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Heavy angst, language, emotional breakdown, mentions of past cheating, fainting, mentions of past drug use.

Summary | Ransom Drysdale thought you made a clean break from him after your failed marriage. After a run in at a coffee shop, it appears that it wasn’t as easy as he thought.

There’s a handful of times Ransom has been a praying man.

Once to get clean, staring at his reflection in the mirror after a particularly hard night, nostrils bright red and dark circles underneath his eyes, his mouth feeling like it was packed with cotton. He’d lost count of how many days since he had gone on a binge, empty liquor bottles strewn across the hotel bathroom floor. He’d prayed hard that morning, gripping the sink, fighting to remember what to say to whatever higher power would listen.

Another time to bring you back home, his fingers pressing against the fabric of his pants when he was sitting in the parking lot of your job. The vivid scene of your chest rising and falling, the soft whimper of your distress when he’d tried to calm you down from another letdown, another egregious sin that he had committed against you. You could smell the unnamed woman on him, lamenting that you would never measure up to whatever he was chasing, even as he lied to you and told you that you were enough. He’d prayed hard for the guidance for you to come home, to be enough to help him fight his demons.

A feverish prayer of gratitude when he finally woke from what seemed like years of sleep, only to find out he was under tubes, ventilators and the watchful eye of a team of doctors who were watching his every move.

Making a deal with whoever would listen when he first saw the twins. He didn’t pray for sleep that night after he saw them, replaying Leah’s wide-eyed wonder at the man who stood behind her and his son who had a touch of cynicism about him, even at his young age. He’d prayed that his children wouldn’t grow up like him, bored of a life that he didn’t take advantage of, turning to the vices that made him the shell of who he had become before he had come into their lives.

His solace isn’t a church. 

Not now, anyway, not with the shadows that creep into his mind that could lead him to think the worst of himself and the pathway to feeling better is one that could find him on the precipice of a relapse.

His place of refuge is a coffee shop, his pastor a man a burly man with a beard and kind eyes.

“California isn’t a short trip,” Ari quips, pouting a dash of creamer into his coffee mug. “I assume it was a mutual decision?”

“Sure,” Ransom answers, watching the condensation on his glass of water form into droplets that slide down and onto the coaster. “ I didn’t have much of an excuse to say no, you can’t let my children go across the country to Disneyland.”

“It’s more than that.”

Ransom shrugs, trying to ignore the needling feeling that he should admit how he feels, especially to his sponsor.

“Go on.”

Ransom hates the way Ari can make a conversation seem so simple.

“Makes it real, I guess. She and Steve are getting pretty serious.”

“Sounds like.”

“But that didn’t stop her from letting me come over the night prior.”

“Ransom,” Ari sighs. “In what context are we talking about?”

“There was a lot of emotion.”

“I’m sure there was,” Ari agrees. “But that’s not what I asked. Did you sleep together?”

“No,” Ransom rushes out, his face hot with embarrassment. “But does that matter?”

“It does when you want me to think that you had some emotional, physical aspect to you going over to her apartment. It means you’re still not looking at the truth. I appreciate the candid conversation but let’s be honest here, you could have told her no, that the agreement is that the kids stay local. You didn’t do that. Why?”

“If I said no,” Ransom begins, twisting around his signet ring. “She would have asked why and I didn’t have an answer. I can’t tell her that I’m jealous that she’s seeing another man that isn’t me. We’ve had some nice moments. Doesn’t feel like I should fuck that up by telling her she can’t live her life.”

Ari nods in agreement, Ransom blowing out a hard breath.

“Happy?”

“No,” Ari denies. “Are you?”

“I feel like shit. More than anything, I want to call her, I want to talk to the kids, but I don’t know if they landed and -”

“You know they landed. I saw the flight tracker on your phone. Be honest with me, Ransom. This is a safe space, I’m not here to judge. Unless of course, you want to continue blowing smoke up my ass.”

“I fucked up,” Ransom says quietly, reaching for his coffee cup. “That’s all I can say. Sometimes, I’ll dream about her, and the kids and it feels so goddamn real and then I wake up and it’s…”

He exhales a shaky breath.

“If I have to do this every day for the rest of my life, then I will because it means I still see another day and I get a chance to be around my kids. But I’d be lying if I said waking up from that dream doesn’t fucking hurt every time,” he finishes, trying to will away the tears that well up in his eyes.

“You’re going to get through this. I don’t know where the cards lie for you and her, Ransom, I can’t see the future. But what I do see, is someone who is taking his sobriety seriously and is a loving father to his kids. That part isn’t a dream. That’s real.”

“Yeah.”

Ari leans forward, placing his hand over Ransom’s. It shouldn’t matter but Ransom lowers his head, holding back the tears.

“It’s okay not to be okay, Ransom. We’re our worst enemies sometimes. Be a friend to yourself for once. You deserve that.”

-

Leah and Carter sleep side by side, the other bed untouched while you take them in. The hotel suite is massive, almost the same size as your apartment. It had been too quiet after a while, hearing them play before their voices had faded out. 

When they babies, you used to have to place them side by side, each one reaching out for the other until they made contact. Usually it was arm and arm, a confirmation that the other was present, both waking up when you moved them to a more comfortable position. While too young to know what jetlag is, you know their signs of their exhaustion well, covering them up with a blanket after kissing their foreheads.

The sun is a hazy pink and purple from the balcony, the breeze rushing against your skin as you close your eyes. Miles away and you’re still yearning for something, nameless and indescribable, even if you’re in a Southern California paradise.

 “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Steve says behind you, stepping outside.

“It is,” you agree. “The view is pretty.”

“I meant you, but I’ll agree to that,” Steve says, wrapping his arms around you, your back against his chest. “Are you happy you came?”

“Yes,” you answer quickly, reaching up to bring him closer. “I’m still trying to process that I’m away from… everything.”

“Doesn’t happen often, I know,” Steve says, kissing your cheek. “But you and the kids deserve a break. It’s been a lot of learnings, a lot of big emotions for the kids.”

Me too, you think.

“Tomorrow I’ll be gone for the majority of the day, but you and the kids are more than welcome to explore, and I can have a car take you wherever you want to go. I get about an hour for lunch if you want to come down and hear all about the advancements in pediatric medicine.”

“Lunch sounds nice.”

“Really?” Steve sounds happily surprised, your face turning toward his. “Then, it’s a date.”

“Thank you for this,” you reply, brushing a stand of his hair off his forehead. “We needed this.”

“We all did,” Steve agrees, leaning forward when he kisses you gently, your fingers going to the collar of his shirt as you pull him closer.

-

An unexpected cold snap takes hold in Anaheim, the temperature dropping at least fifteen degrees that catches you off guard, Carter slightly shivering when he runs back inside, declaring that is too cold.

The layers of clothing work well to keep them comfortable, both of their hands in yours while they tell you what they plan to do when they finally reach their coveted destination of the theme parks that they’ve been watching non-stop. If you follow their plans, you won’t have a single moment to sit down or eat but you listen carefully, asking them questions that they have answers for, delighted that you agree with their choices.

The convention center is massive, following signs that point in the direction of where they are supposed to go. The twins wave and say hello to everyone they meet, asking for a treat when they see a doctor who looks like their former pediatrician, who pats her pockets before apologizing and waving goodbye to them.

In the crowd of people, Carter and Leah spy Steve before you go, letting go of your hands and running full speed, despite your pleas for them to slow down.

You catch up to them right when they are lifted into Steve’s arms, giggling when you see the other person standing next to him, smiling at the twins. She’s immaculately put together, right down to the designer bag that is slung over her shoulder, her hair freshly done and makeup applied flawlessly.

“Hi,” Steve says, giving you a quick kiss before motioning to the person next to him. “You’re right on time. Let me introduce you to Doctor Sharon Carter, she and I used to be colleagues back when I worked in Brooklyn. Sharon, this is my -”

“Nice to meet you,” Sharon greets you, extending her hand to yours as you shake it. “I had no idea that Steve had a whole family.”

“Oh, I -” you try to interrupt.

“This is Leah and Carter,” Steve says, the twins squirming out of his arms as they slide back down to the ground.

“Yours?” Sharon asks.

“Maybe one day,” Steve answers. 

“Interesting. Cute kids you have. Have a good lunch,” Sharon says, turning to Steve. “Don’t forget where we’re sitting. Then there’s happy hour at the end of all the madness.”

“Sure,” Steve replies, taking your hand, not seeing when you look back at Sharon, the twins grabbing your hand and Steve’s.

“See you there!”

-

Steve’s cell buzzes on the table, his expression apologetic when he finally answers a text.

“Sharon?” you ask, glancing at the twins coloring outside of the lines, Carter holding onto a chicken tender while he selects another crayon.

“Yeah,” Steve says, his brow furrowing when he dials her number. “I’ll be right back.”

Getting up from his chair, you can hear his voice lower.

“I’m at lunch, what’s going on?” he asks, maneuvering around the tables, his voice fading amid the sounds of utensils against plates and loud chatter.

Trying to ignore the pit that is spreading in your belly, you focus on the twins, Leah chewing on a French fry while Carter dips his chicken into the big cup of ranch. You want to eat, your stomach grumbling as you had skipped breakfast to make sure that the twins were fed and now you’re paying for it, feeling lightheaded for a moment before shaking the feeling away.

The insecurity sneaks in without warning. The perfect hair Sharon has that you know you will never achieve, let alone sitting that long at a salon without any interruption, to the expensive tailored outfit that you know you would never fit into after childbirth renders you speechless at how quickly the comparisons have come, a flashback to when you found out Ransom had been in the company of one of your bridesmaids, blond and coiffed like Sharon.

But she wasn’t Sharon and Sharon isn’t her, the mantra repeating over and over in your mind.

She isn’t going to sleep with Steve. She isn’t going to lie right to your face when you confront her like your former friend did.

But you don't know that for sure, even if you trust Steve.

Questions float up to the surface of your thoughts. Why didn’t Sharon know about you? Was she supposed to?

None of the feelings that begin to rise are rational, trying to keep yourself calm when Leah and Carter begin to argue over their favorite crayon, their voices getting louder before you look down at the mess of food and broken crayons.

“What happened?” Steve interrupting your thoughts, leaning down between the twins, reaching for a napkin to clean up the spilled water.

“I… I don’t know,” you answer, getting up from your chair, scooping up the broken crayons into a napkin, moving quickly to tidy up the space.

“Is everything okay?” he asks you, the twins back to normal, as if they didn’t have a category three argument.

“It’s fine,” you assure him, a waitress coming by with two sets of crayons to assuage any arguments. “Just a little blow up.”

“Not them,” he says quietly, sitting back down next to you. “Are you okay?”

His phone buzzes once more, your nerves getting to you. He makes no motion to answer it, even as you can hear it in his suit pocket.

“Do you want to answer that?”

“No,” Steve tells you. “I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine,” you reply, suddenly irritated that he won’t answer it. “If it’s Sharon, you can just answer it.”

“It is,” Steve agrees. “But it can wait.”

“No, go ahead and answer it,” you answer, trying to calm yourself down. “It keeps going off so just… answer it.”

“Did I miss something?”

“You didn’t get any texts from her until today and now…” you trail off, seeing Steve’s confused expression as you fight back tears. “Forget it. Leah? Carter? There’s a playground a little bit from here and they have swings. Do you want to go?”

The twins perk up, the crayons rolling around the table as Steve blinks in confusion.

“You’re leaving?”

“I’m going to take them to the park.”

“We’re eating lunch. I don’t understand,” Steve tries, watching you get up. “Can you just tell me what happened?”

“She’s asking me about the surprise symposium we’re supposed to be doing,” Steve informs you, pulling out his phone. “I can show you the texts.”

“No, you don’t have to,” you reply softly, digging through your purse, tears welling in your eyes.

That’s how it started, you recall bitterly, placing money on the table. The friendly texts, the questions that Ransom would answer. You always were offered those to read and pour over, even when you declined.

It was the others that you weren’t allowed to see.

“We will talk about this when you’ve processed things and I’m in a better headspace,” Steve says, leaning toward you so that only you can hear. “I’ll see you later.”

The kids wave goodbye, Leah carefully looking up at you as she pouts.

“Mommy, don’t cry,” Leah pleads, your head lowering to see her sweet little face. “What did we do?”

“Nothing, sweetheart. You did nothing wrong. Mommy just needs some fresh air, I promise. It’s so warm,” you lie, fanning yourself as Carter follows suit near your face. “I’ll be fine once we get outside.”

“Go faster!” Carter chimes in, Leah pulling you toward the door. “Bye Steve!”

-

“You and Sharon did a fantastic job with such short notice,” Sharon’s husband praises. “I mean it, I just was blown away at how you can take such a hard subject and turn it into a masterclass.”

“Only a little frustrating,” Sharon admits, giving Steve a slight jab on his arm with her elbow. “Sorry you had to deal with all my texts with my edits. The minute Doctor Erskine asked where you went, I knew it was something big. I’m so sorry I panicked.”

“It’s fine,” Steve assures her. “We figured it out and with any luck, Doctor Erskine will realize he doesn’t want me up there talking for an hour and a half straight.”

“Where’s your,” Sharon pauses, sheepishly looking at him. “Girlfriend? Wife?”

“She’s at the hotel with the kids.”

“Scratch that happy hour then, I thought you brought her. Go be with them. You know how these happy hours are. All the booze and none of the networking. Whatever they are to you, those kids are adorable. You’re lucky to have all of them, Steve.”

“Thanks, Sharon. I definitely am.”

Giving her and her husband a nod, he slips out the restaurant, looking down at his phone for any sign of a missed call from you, sighing when he realizes there is none.

-

The twins are in their separate beds, freshly bathed and in their favorite pajamas, unaware of the tears that stream down your face.

The cuffs of your sweatshirt are wrinkled from the amount of pulling and twisting through your fingers, guilt ridden stimuli taking over. Your throat aches with the need to shout, to scream your frustrations out to the night. The pent up rage, both at yourself and the past looks you in the face when you finally turn on the light, the mirror in the bathroom a reflection of someone you don’t recognize. 

Gripping the sides of the sink and lowering your head, you begin to pray, lips moving so fast that you can’t the words out fast enough. Your tears a sacrament that drop into the sink when you bare your teeth at your transgressions, wishing that whatever higher power would give you a chance at peace. To lighten the burden you’ve carried and to give yourself grace. 

Embarrassment takes hold, your body shuddering at the thought of how you acted, the way Leah’s gaze was solely on you and your tears. You don’t know how many times she’s seen you cry, and the thought only makes you pray harder, to hide your emotions from your beloved children so that they will never know the fight you continue to endure.

Exhaustion finally wins out, your knees buckling when you siip down onto the floor, eyes closing in defeat.

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By ☽ @moonlight-prose ☾

𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 | steve grant

in a small shop overflowing with piles of books, steven grant meets you. someone who fancies romance even more than him. someone he could see himself falling for. yet when life drags you together and you're tested with the reality of loving not only one man, but two, you find that some stories are better kept secret. and that the moon offers more than meets the eye.

By ★ Jen ★ @jen-with-a-pen

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 | Art Student!Frat Brother!Steve Rogers

The start of the week that changed everything. Bucky and Sam propose something that Steve shouldn't have agreed to. A good brother is a good brother, though... right?

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 | Art Student!Frat Brother!Steve Rogers

Steve already feels like a fish out of water at the gym. An encounter with a girl and Bucky leaves him gasping for air and grasping for what the hell is going on behind Bucky's frat boy facade. At least he gets some sweet relief, some coffee, and some courage, when he see his favorite barista

By ✬ Heather ✬ @astrorogers

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍��� - 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 | "the nutcracker" ballet

Do people write fanfic about ballets? I dunno, but I am today so here we go-

By ✵ Selene ✵ @fluffyprettykitty

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 | vampire!sam wilson

childhood friend to forever protector who was your guardian angel truly?

𖥔 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 | billy russo

By 𖠰 𝐍𝐚𝐭 𖠰 @the-iceni-bitch

𖥔 𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 | sea witch!caecelia Brunnhilde x female!reader

being the lover and plaything of the witch queen of the baltic sea is more fulfilling than you ever would have imagined. and she adores displaying you for her court.

𖥔 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇 | nymph!wanda maximoff x goddess!reader

Your sweet nymph loves to play coy, but you know the chase excites you both. She smells even sweeter than the flowering meadows and the spring sunshine, she is yours.

By 𓆸 Rika 𓆸 @fushic0re

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇 | miguel o’hara x filipina reader

“And so, the Grinch’s heart grew three sizes” || in which your grumpy husband thinks it’s feasibly too early to start decorating for Christmas, but knows better than to mess with a Filipina and her decorations.

𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌-𝐌𝐀𝐒 | sugar daddy!ransom drysdale visual board and blurb

“Breakfast at Tiffany’s and bottles of bubbles. Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble. Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines, buy myself all of my favorite things.”

𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 | satoru gojo, toji fushigoro, ryoment sukuna, and aoi todo

how they are as gift givers (how soon do they shop, do they shop late, etc.)

𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 | steve rogers visual board and blurb

“Snowflake, I catch you tonight. Catch you and keep you on ice, my love. Snowflake, you know you’re the only one. There’s no one like you, so I’m gonna hide you, my sweet.”

𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐀 | satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, and toji fushigoro x filipina!reader

so, it’s officially the night of december 24, also known as the most important day for filipinos, also known as…..the noche buena incident. time to bring your man home and see if he can survive in a houseful of nosey, all too-happy go-lucky filipinos.

By ☆ Stella ☆ @a-lumos-in-the-nox

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 | druig x black!female oc

Flower & Druig are relaxing outside in the summer.

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌 | neville longbottom x black!female oc

Ruby Morgan is the new Charms Professor at Hogwarts this year. What happens when she gets close to a certain soft and sweet Herbology professor. These two become the talk of the school on just their chemistry alone & their not even together…yet.

By ☁︎☽ Cocoa ☁︎☽ @cocoamoonmalfoy @darksideofthecocoamoon 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | life’s perfect ache!paul atreides x black!reader

Paul isn’t beating the ‘men are babies when they’re sick’ allegations

✶ 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | soft!dark lee bones x black!reader

“You want a revelation, You want to get right, But it's a conversation, I just can't have tonight”

By ⚘ Akane ⚘ @haravath0t

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇'𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐒 | althaim x reader

the local intelligent but stoic scribe alhaitham is minding his own business in the house of daena. it is only when you partake in some random antics in light of the holiday season that his eyes leave the work on his hands.

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 | 40’s!steve rogers x reader

the holidays are nearing, and he cannot help but feel excited looking for trees with you now that he has a lot more strength than he used to

𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒 | neuvillette, zhongli, ayato, tartaglia

meeting the in-laws during the holidays…how does that work? (genshin men x Filipina!reader)

𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 | 40’s!bucky barnes x reader

the most handsome man in brooklyn is here to take you to the rink.

𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐀 | the forgers

the night of christmas eve has come! are the dishes a pass or fail? ask anya.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 | royal au!loki x reader

the prince has his eyes on you in this winter ball, but does he know you're a mere peasant?

By ❥ Courtney ❥ @chasingmidnights

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟕: 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 | ari levinson

A mad scientist and his wife. What’s that saying, curiosity killed the… 

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟖: 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐓? | johnny storm

A story of a stalker taking things a little too far. 

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟗: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 | andy barber

A variation of the Headless Horseman. 

By ☪︎ Gina ☪︎ @slvttyfied

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 | chef!ari levinson x black!reader

Cause baby I can build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me and every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream

[ramp-it-up]

You are cute, smart, and have one man in your sights. Ransom Drysdale.

He may have met his match in you, Minx.

Coercion

Ransom thinks he has the upper hand, but he’s met his match.

Marshmallow World

Just how soft is Ransom for you? He shows it. In his way.

All These Things And More

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

You Up?

Ransom helps your anxiety.

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ABOUT ME

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Hello everyone! I‘m Cassie, my pronouns are she/her and I‘m 21. I come from Germany so English is not my first language, my zodiac sign is Sagittarius and my Hogwarts house is Slytherin. I‘m also a big Marvel and Harry Potter nerd which is what this blog is about. 

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The characters I write for:

Harry Potter:

James Potter

Remus Lupin 

Regulus Black

Lily Evans

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

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Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Pietro Maximoff

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

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Chris Evans

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Billy Loomis (Scream 1996)

Stu Macher (Scream 1996)

Sam Carpenter (Scream V)

Amber Freeman (Scream V)

[shotgunbunny]

I want ransom to use my throat like a flesh light 🤤🤤

༻𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐫, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲༺

{warnings!! toxic family!!face fucking!! ransom being a presumptuous bitch!! everyone being assholes.}

You and Ransom had been dating for a year now, and although there were tough times due to your bratty personalities clashing, it was often beautiful. He bathed you in his love and his hidden softness and kept you safe under his arm at parties filled with chaos. And you inturn drowned him in your love and kisses that you peppered all over his face to grant him comfort and remind him that you adored him.

You remember when you first met, you were at a party filled with rich assholes and you were wasted. You were laid on the bathroom floor crying, the alcohol in your system conjuring memories of your ex boyfriend cheating on you 2 days ago. You sat on and leaned against the tub and continued crying, suddenly the door opened and there stood the devil looking beautiful as always.

Ransom stared at you for a moment before sighing and locking the bathroom door. He recognised you from university. The sweetheart everyone adored, you once gave him a cookie for him standing up for you against the frat boys that called you a dumb whore. The cookie was delicious he won't even deny it. Which led him to wondering why a pretty little thing like you, that made the sweetest things, crying?

Hushed murmurs bounced around the bathroom and eventually Ransom took you to his house and took care of you. The second you were asleep he went to your ex boyfriends house and beat him bloody. But you never knew that.

From that moment you both grew closer until you grew tired and began getting moody with him for not making the first move, he rolled his eyes and asked you out. And now you were here meeting his family for Thanksgiving, this wasn't the first time you'd met them, but past meeting with them only lasted 10 minutes before they stared getting snarky and mean and Ransom stormed away with you beside him.

You were not looking forward to this dinner, the only people that liked you were Harlan and Ransoms mum. You tried to befriend Meg yet she thought if you could date Ransom for so long, you must be exactly like him. You liked Linda, she treated you with respect and was always kind as she thought that you had changed Ransom.

You were sat next to Ransom and Linda at dinner, bringing you comfort that you weren't that alone. Walt cleared his throat and stared at you, "So the gold-digger brought his silver-digging slut." Ransom smirked, "Yeah I did, no need to be jealous that my girl is hotter than yours will ever be, shriveled dick." The entire room errupted into chaos. You couldn't stand it and decided to bite back at the next issult thrown at you.

Joni was the one that decided to start the fire with you, "You're so obviously with Ransom for the money, you'd never fit into the family." You rolled your eyes at her, "I'm actually only with Ransom for his big cock, I can't wait to take his last name to spite you, bitch." Ransom went quite next to you.

He was ecstatic that you loved his cock, but the last comment got him. It was like you knew he was going to propose. Even Linda froze up knowing of Ransoms plan to propose after dinner. The whole time Harlan sat there, listening to the insanity that was his family until he finally shouted, "Enough! Stop this nonsense!" Ransom pulled his chair out and tugged you with him.

He tugged you upstairs into his old room and pushed you onto the bed. You stared at him, your eyebrows furrowed together as you watched him pace. You were confused by his actions. "When did you find out?" Your confusion grew, why was Ransom acting so strange. "What?" He growled and turned to you anger and rage flashing in his eyes. "You fuckin' heard me." You stood up and glared back at him. "I don't know what you're talking about so drop the attitude."

"Get on your knees. Now." His dominance was driving you crazy and you dropped to your knees. He unzipped his pants and you pulled them down and then his boxers. You eyes widened as his cock bobbed out of his pants. It looked like he had been hard for a while due to how much precum was coating the tip of his cock. Before you could even speak he grabbed your hair and made it into a make shift ponytail with his fist.

He stared down at you, and you opened your mouth. He immediately pushed your head all the way down. Your nose burried in his pubes. You gagged around his cock and his groaned, the sound creating a beautiful symphony for your ears. You slurped your salvia down and sucked on Ransoms cock. He closed his eyes and started thrusting in your mouth speaking harshly down at you.

"Gotta fuckin' fill your mouth to stop your fuckin' lies." He continued fucking your throat, groaning everytime there was a small gag. The tightness of your throat almost hugged his cock as good as your cunt. You stared up at him confused and pleading for him to tell you what he did wrong. He looked down at you and spat on your face, glaring at you.

"You fuckin' looked in my night stand didn't you. Saw the fuckin' ring and knew I was gonna pop the question." Your eyes watered both from Ransom face fucking you and the fact he was going to propose. He groaned looking at your face. Tears streaming down it and spit everywhere. You moaned around his cock trying to deny the fact you'd seen the ring, but the vibrations were perfect around the tip of his cock and he came down your throat.

He watched as you drank down his cum, keeping his cock comfortable in your throat until it was soft. He pulled it out and tucked his cock in his boxers and the pants. You looked up at him and spoke with a horse voice, "You were gonna propose?" He rolled his eyes and helped you onto his bed, "Don't play dumb, you knew I was, that's why you said that shit about taking my last name at Joni." You stared up at him with wide eyes. You whispered gently, "I said that because I see a future with you Ransom. I want us to get married."

Silence filled the air, and with a sigh Ransom reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. You breathe got caught in your throat. He opened it and stared at you, the ring was beautiful. A silver band adorned with a diamond in the middle and surrounded by rubies. "Well, take my last name then sweetheart." You smiled and and giggled the sound coming out slightly muted. "Before I put the ring on my finger can you get me a drink of water." He smirked and passed you the glass of water that was on the nightstand next to his old bed.

You gulped and sighed, feeling you throat being more eased up and free from Ransoms cum. "I'd love to be your wife Ransom." With that he slid the beautiful ring on your finger and you attacked him with a kiss.

[geminixevans-stan]

Rude Boy

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

Words: 3.7k+

Summary: Sometimes puppies need to be taught new tricks

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, oral f, handjob, unprotected sex, choking, mommy kink.

A/N: This is a long time coming request for @ysmmsy. Gemma I hope I did this request justice! Enjoy. Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

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The busy buzzing of the upscale bar was the only thing keeping your attention at the pressing moment. You don’t know why you let Solana, your best friend talk you into coming to something that wasn’t even your scene. 

But here you were babysitting a watered-down martini, listening to the worst jokes to ever fall from her boyfriend, Ashton’s mouth.

His jokes were atrocious but he seemed like a pretty good guy. He was nothing like the rest of his rich trust fund friends. 

The worst one of all just also had to be his best friend. Ransom Drysdale was the man whore of all man whores and had a thing for long legs and a tight cunt and this wasn’t hearsay either.

He would literally announce what he was looking for and the group of friends would watch as all the desperate bimbos fell to his feet.

It made you want to cringe at how easy women fell for him. You couldn’t see the appeal in a guy like him and it wasn’t like you didn’t have the chance to either. 

Solana thought that it would be a good idea to set you up on a blind date with none other than Ransom himself.

To say the date was a disaster from hello was an understatement. There was not one gentleman bone in his body. 

He barely could keep his eyes off other women the whole time you were there and when he finally did pay attention to you, the cleavage nestled in your low-cut dress was all he could see.

A conversation with him was the most eventful thing of the night and well… him paying for everything was the only good part of the night. 

You had to laugh in his face when he tried to get more than just dinner and when you rejected his advances, something about you having a stick up your ass slipped from his lips.

You called him a limp dick rich boy and the smile that spread across his face was filled with nothing but arrogance.

“One day you’ll eat those words, Angel…”

And in the present day, those words still lingered between the two of you. After that date from hell, whenever your paths would cross, you two at least had the cordial thing down.

But even during group outings, you would catch his eyes lingering on you for only a few seconds. Something about you being untouchable to him piqued his interest in you. 

He knew from that date that his usual antics wouldn’t work on you and that’s something that he loathed and admired at the same time. Not that he would give you the satisfaction in knowing that. 

Ransom had no idea how you were best friends with Solana of all people. Something about her made his skin crawl but Ashton loved her so it was out of his hands at that point. 

The moment he laid eyes on you the first time though? Instant butterflies and Hugh Ransom Drysdale doesn’t get fucking butterflies.

His initial thought was to sleep with you so that those pesky feelings would die down but you turned him down and well.

Just like you, he pretty much loathed these group settings. Nothing but a bunch of drunk screaming men and women who had too much time on their hands. 

This night was interesting enough but a little too high school for both you and Ransom. Everyone wanted to play truth or dare and you prayed to the heavens that you didn’t have to interact with Ransom in any way. 

There were more dares than truths and you and Ransom were staying clear from each other. That is until…

“Hey Ransom,” his slurred name coming from Ashton’s mouth. Ransom put down his glass full of amber liquid, giving his friend his full attention. 

Ashton glared at Ransom, a smirk creeping up his face, “Truth or dare man..”

Ransom wasn’t entirely experimental tonight and his safest bet was, “Truth..”

A chuckle slipped from his friend’s lips, but he wasn’t going to let Ransom off the hook that easily. “Alright playing it safe I see. Is it true that the only girl that you haven’t slept with, besides Solana, is little quiet mouse over there?” Ashton’s finger pointing at you as the rest of the group look between Ransom and you. 

You weren’t much of a drinker, but you sure knew how to get high and this was certainly about to blow it. What was any business of theirs anyway?

Ransom smirked, lifting his glass to take another sip of whiskey before placing it down and looking dead at you, “Yeah, that’s true. Poor little mouse is scared,” he shrugs, “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

You let out a cackle as you sit up, “I told you before, I don’t do limp dicks. Surprised you can get it up with the rest of your whores.”

The crowd breaks out in low ‘oooohs’ feeling the sudden tension in the air. But Ransom was the most amused of it all. 

“Yeah? I don’t remember any of em complainin’ either. Must have gotten your facts, wrong Angel. Admit you couldn’t handle me and we can be done.”

You throw your head back, trying not to laugh in his face, “Then I’d be lying, prick. Why don’t you admit that you only go for stupid bitches that only see dollar signs when they see you.

“Once again… I hear no complaints angel,” taking another sip.

You quirk your eyebrow at him, rising from your seat and walking over to his seated frame, “Yeah? Knowing where half of the bimbos have been, I’d get checked out if I were you Mr. No Complaints,” you give a small smirk, sashaying back to your seat before what he says next stops you in your tracks. 

“They’ve been exactly where you wanna be Angel. You’re just too much of a stuck-up bitch to admit it,” that was his first and only time calling you a bitch, and your high was immediately gone. 

You race back over to him, wrapping your fingers around the most hideous scarf that he owned, bringing him up to your face, “Let’s get one thing straight hugh,” you knew he hated that name, which made it all the more fun. 

Ransom grunts, almost speaking again until you tighten your grip, “Ah ah ah,” you say in a singsong manner, “Now it’s my time to talk pretty boy. You wanna fuck me? Earn it. I’m not gonna spread my legs for you at ‘Hello’”

Everyone is silent during this exchange, even Ransom was at loss for words and that never happened. 

You had him right where you wanted him and he was going to hear everything you said, “What’s wrong Hugh? Cat got your tongue or you’ve never been talked to like trash? Cause that’s what you are,” his constant glare made you beam inside. 

Having Ransom right where you wanted him was the ultimate icing on the cake. You both stayed like that for a few seconds before Ransom downed his drink and snatched away, standing up over you. 

His towering frame would scare anyone, but not you, and the heated gaze he had on you didn’t phase you one bit. He scanned the room of stunned people, some even carrying on fake conversations to not draw attention to themselves. 

Ransom wouldn’t give anyone the satisfaction of feeling embarrassed and did the best thing he could do, “I’m gonna get another drink… Ya done with your show or what?”

“Yeah,” you smirk evilly, “All done pretty boy.”

You take your rightful seat back watching Ransom walk away, everyone waiting for him to be at an earshot distance before everyone decided to talk again. 

Every one of his bimbos stared daggers into you while the guys were still stunned, having to pour themselves more drinks.

The only person to actually come up to you was Solana and even she had a disheveled look on her face, “Where’d that come from?” she asks looking behind you to make sure Ransom was still licking his wounds.

You shrug, not even the least bothered, “He wanted to play so I played better.”

“Don’t you think you may have hurt his feelings?”

“Fuck his feelings. He didn’t care about mine and Ashton’s on thin ice for that shit too,” you peeked over at him as he gave a lazy wave, rolling your eyes as you get up from your seat, “I’m outta here.”

The room was suffocating already as it is but to have a bunch of eyes on you wasn’t any better. You grab your belongings, making your way out the door until you sense movement from behind one of the room doors. 

Normally, you weren’t nosey but something about hurting the prick’s feelings got to you. For why? You had no idea. 

You look behind yourself making sure no one would see you before making your way to the half-cracked door. Faint sounds can be heard but you’re not sure until you push the door open slightly.

The sight you see is one you can’t take your eyes off of as Ransom sits in a chair fisting the most perfect cock that you’ve ever seen. But what takes you more of surprise is your name falling from his lips over and over. 

You should feel bad for invading his privacy but when he calls out your name so beautifully, well, you had to oblige him. 

You slide past the open down, closing it behind you and locking it. The sound click makes him freeze and you stand coyly against the wooden door, “Don’t stop on my account,” pushing yourself from the door and walking over to him. 

He still had his hand wrapped around his length, giving you the evilest glare. A chuckle passes your lips, “Oh don’t look like that,” you coo, dropping your eyes to his crotch, “Especially when you say my name so pretty.”

“Get the fuck —” his words are cut off by a groan the second you replace his hand with yours. 

You catch the change in his demeanor, smirking at him as you bring your face closer to his. You stroke him lazily, noticing the change in his breathing, “What was that? Who knew I could shut you up from touching this pretty cock. Probably the only thing pretty about you,” you mutter. 

“Shit,” he breathes, “Why — oh fuck,” you add purpose to stroking his cock, it stiffening more as a dribble of clear fluid leaks down, “Thought I was trash? What gives?”

You don’t give him an answer right away, enjoying making him putty in your hands. To make him crumble, you purse your lips together letting a long string of saliva down his thick length, relishing in the sharp breath he sucks in. 

Taking your time spreading it all over, you watch Ransom’s face contort, trying so hard to stay unbothered. But you could see it all in his expressions. 

“You are trash,” you whisper against his lips, stroking up and down adding pressure to his tip with each upward motion. “But even trash has a little treasure in it,” placing your lips to his ear, “You like being trash don’t you,” giving a heating kiss to his skin, “my trash…”

The air between you two was filled with thick lust. Each of you waiting on what the other would do. But it looked as if Ransom was going to give you full-on control.

And he wanted too…

Ransom took a big gulp, a shake in his voice, “Anything you want angel… use me,” the deep lowering of his voice sent shocks straight to your core and you were about to do exactly as he told you. 

You bring your face back to the front, smashing your lips to his letting him lean into you. Your tongues danced tongue sensually, him letting you take over him. Ransom groans in your mouth the quicker you stroke his leaking dick in your hands. 

The minute he placed his hand on your hip, you snatch away from him, backing away slowly until your back legs meet the edge of the bed. 

Ransom watched your every step, drinking in the pure dominance that you held over him. This is what he wanted. Sure the easy lays were fine, but you knew just how to handle him. 

“Come here pretty boy,” you croon over to him. With a quickness, Ransom rises from his seat, stalking over to you before your hand goes up, “Crawl… Make it a show for me..”

Ransom scoffs, he didn’t crawl for anyone. But you? He’d crawl all night. He begins to slowly rid himself of his coat and scarf, placing them on the once occupied seat before slowly descending down to his knees.

He places his hands flat to the floor, keeping those pretty blue eyes on you, his corded muscles bunching up through his sweater with every stride he takes. 

You look down at him, arousal pooling in your panties the closer he gets to you. He never looked so good as he did right now. The closer he got the harder your heart beat out your chest. 

Your demeanor stayed stoic not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how excited you were. If your pussy could talk, she would be screaming to hurry up already.

With three more quick paces, Ransom was in the valley of your thighs, looking up at you like the prettiest puppy ever. 

You place your finger under his chin, tilting his head up higher, boring your eyes into his, “Thirsty, puppy?” Ransom takes another gulp, nodding his head, “Nuh uh… words”

A faint whine bubbled from his lips before he spoke, “Yes… please..” 

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, releasing it a second later, you smile, “Please what pretty baby?”

This was it… Time to figure out just how far Ransom would go. 

With an audible gulp, his lips tremble, saying the one thing that sounded like music to your ears, “Please… mommy?”

You stand up, bunching your skirt past the swell of your hips, hooking your fingers in the straps of your drenched panties. 

You pull them down, placing the soaked fabric against his nose, your scent making his eyes flutter close as he chases your sweet smell. 

Snatching the fabric from his face, you sit back down, gripping his hair with one hand as you crash your lips to his in a bruising kiss, nipping at the swollen flesh. 

Ransom whimpers in your mouth, softly as you grip his strands taking your time to take in every part of him. 

With one quick motion, you guide his head between your legs, his lips attaching to your slick nub instantaneously. 

The act takes you by surprise as he wraps his plump lips around your clit, sucking you in like this life depended on it. You moan out gripping his hair tighter as he moans into your pussy, causing a delicious vibration all over.

You lean back, pressing your back to the mattress as Ransom lifts your legs over his broad shoulders, not taking his mouth off of you. 

Ransom releases your clit, dragging his thick tongue through your drenched folds, sucking your wetness in his mouth, looking up at you before spitting it back on your clit and sucking you back in his mouth, making you arch suddenly from the mattress.

“Fuckfuckfuck... just like that.. So fucking nasty,” you moan out as Ransom’s flickering tongue sends you closer to the edge. 

The coil winding tighter with every flicker, his slurps and sucks bouncing off the walls as the faint sounds of the others are heard from behind the door. 

If only they knew that Ransom was on his knees devouring you right now. They would have never believed it. 

Ransom shifts his body a bit, keeping his lips wrapped around you as he pushes his fingers into your tight hole, reaching up and curling his fingers just at the right spot, your mouth going slack letting him know he found what he was looking for. 

“Shit… you’re good for something after all,” you call out to him, causing him grunt against your slick cunt, sucking and licking your clit faster as stars appear in your eyes.

He was gonna show that all you needed was him tonight, his fingers pounding your weeping slit as your cry out from pleasure.

You almost scream his name but instead, it’s replaced with pleased moans and squeals fall from your lips as you get closer and closer.

Ransom can hear the change in your breathing, angling his fingers in the right spot, making you see nothing but stars as your orgasm comes crashing down. 

You cry out, “Puppy fuck! Yesyesyesyes,” his movements never stopping as he keeps pounding his fingers in and out until you gush out. 

He removes his fingers, attaching his mouth to your slit, drinking you hungrily, flicking your clit with his thumb making you cum twice… and a third time. 

You let a thin silent scream, your nipples perking up from the overstimulation. Ransom looks up at your contorted face, smirking into your folds as he releases his lips from you. 

He keeps your legs spread, pressing his lips to your inner thighs, “So sweet mommy,” he whispers against your skin, “So fucking sweet.”

You gain somewhat of a composure, reaching out weakly to him. He brings his face up to yours and you smile lazily at him. 

Cupping his face in your hands, you lick into his mouth, feeling your taste wash over your tongue. It was the right amount of you and him and it was amazing. 

But you weren’t finished with him yet.

With swift movements, you push his back to the mattress, straddling his lap, grabbing his slippery hard cock, and sinking down slowly.

You both shuddered at the first stretch, moaning out as you both connected, “Holy… fuck,” your mouth going slack at just how thick he was.

Ransom groaned from under you, taking your hips in his hands, “Fuck that’s good. So tight baby, shit,” his eyes fluttering closed. 

A quick smack to his cheek makes his eyes open back up, “Eyes on me pretty boy,” your voice low as you sink down the rest of his length until you’re seated fully. 

Your head is thrown back, breathing labored as you get used to his thickness. A whine snaps you from under you snaps you from your trance as Ransom begs you to move. 

Truth be told, he could have came the second you swallowed his cock, but he was going to stake his claim tonight.

Your hands go flat on his chest, feeling the soft threads of his sweater as you move your hips up slowly, gripping his dick with your walls, making him groan out. 

“Fuck that’s so good, just like that,” seeing him so powerless under you spurred your movements on, snapping your hips over his making the bed shake violently. 

Your walls sucked him hungrily with every rise of your hips, Ransom painfully keeping his still. He wanted to pull you to him and snap his hips up but you were the one in control.

He did everything in his power to not ruin that. You lean back, gripping his sweater with both hands, sitting him up as you ride him at a different angle. 

“Like this puppy?” you pant out, his dick kissing your cervix every time you drop back down. Your lips quiver and tighten with each punch as you bring your forehead to his, “Oh fuckkk,” you whine. 

Ransom grips the back of your neck and steadies your back with the other, “Come on baby use me. It’s what you wanted,” he grits out, holding you taut in his hands. 

He breathes against your lips you feel his cock start to twitch. You wrap your fingers around his throat, looking him dead in his eyes as you take him for everything he’s worth. 

Ransom grabs on to you tighter, whimpering against your lips, “Gonna… cum. Fuck!” 

You squeeze his throat tighter, “Beg me… Beg me puppy.”

And the prettiest sounds come from his lips as he speaks to you, “Please mommy? Fuck I’ve been good, so damn good. Give you fucking everything dammit you feel so good,” you squeeze around him one last time before nipping at his lips. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you plant small kisses to his face, “Use me to get off baby, come on,” he didn’t need to be told twice. 

Ransom grabs your hips, planting his shoes to the floor as he snaps his hips up, the tip hitting you at a bruising pace. 

“Fuckkk, fuck, you’re so god damn good. Milk my cock, please. I’m not coming without you,” That sent you over the edge as his dick touched your sweet spot. 

You gripped him tighter, screaming out as your most powerful orgasm hits you faster than ever, “Oh my fucking— shitttt yes puppy fuck!!” 

You gush down his twitching cock as he holds you tight, painting your silk walls with his spend, “Fuck meee mommy. That’s it milk your puppy, just like that.”

Both of you moan into each other’s mouths, riding out your highs at the same time. You keep tight around Ransom until you come off the cloud. 

Ransom lays back on the bed, taking you with him as you nestle tiredly against his chest. He looks down, the corners of his lips rising as he places a kiss on your forehead. 

Your eyes open up momentarily as you give him a half-smile, “Hi puppy,” you whisper faintly.

“Angel,” his voice filled with adoration.

You both lay there for what felt like an hour before moving your tired limbs. 

Ransom is the first to break the silence, “So… We’re gonna keep hiding or what?”

You shrug up at him, “It’s more fun letting em think we hate each other.”

Ransom chuckles, knowing sooner or later it will come out. But for now… “Yeah. Wouldn’t want them to know you’re soft on me.”

That makes you scoff, “You’re soft on me.”

Ransom leans down pressing his lips to yours, “And don’t fucking forget it, angel.”