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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.
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oughhh that sharper gifset u reblogged.... yknow i love that both seb and chris have characters that are mommy kink coded 🥴 max burnett and ransom drysdale anyone? now i'm thinking of both of them on their knees, one bratty baby and one subby baby (it's probably obvious who is which lol) getting edged by their shared mommy while they whine and whimper 🥵 who breaks first? who refuses to beg? these are the important questions everyone should be asking themselves 😏
(thank u mr s for having a space to entertain these horny thots 🙈)
related to this
Two things--
This fucking song
2. I have not actually seen Sharper or Knives Out, so if this is out of character or weird... that's why. I have seen enough of Ransom on Tumblr to approximate his character for my needs (👀) but I haven't seen much love for Max, so he's more of an unknown to me.
And in my quest for this answer, I have to say, I checked the Wiki for Sharper and literally had to shut my laptop for a moment after reading, "[i]t is later revealed that Madeline and Max are not mother and son, but lovers who are targeting Richard." You can't make this shit up. Max has a mommy kink the size of fucking Texas. Like. Shut up!! Fuck him!!
Max x Ransom x fem!reader under the cut. Lots of subbiness and Mommy kink, too, lol
Who's bratty? Who's just subby?
You mentioned this is obvious and it fucking is, but I still want to expand on it because Ransom is a goddamn brat, and Max--once he's trusting and has faith he's not facing another con artist who will eat him up like ice cream to a hot spoon--is the mushiest sub to ever sub.
Ransom has gotten everything he's ever wanted his entire life just be virtue of being born to wealthy parents. He has always existed in the bubble of the very upper class, enjoying generational wealth as a well of pleasure that will never run dry. So, of course, when Mommy comes into his life and he wants, it's totally new to him to have her not fold to his every desire...
And when he figures out that she won't spoil him--different from everyone else he's ever met in the most entrancing kind of way that he can't have enough of, greedy as always--he huffs and puffs, pouts and grumbles, and just generally doesn't fucking understand. He brats.
He waits hours, even days to call or text back. He turns his cheek when Mommy asks if he likes what she's wearing, huffing that it's alright. He won't admit where he wants to go on dates and doesn't know what to do with himself when she tells him to pay, jaw-dropping. He gets off with her and doesn't offer to return the favor, instead, rolling over and falling asleep (or even just pretending to fall asleep) as if he has reason to be exhausted when she does all of the work. He's so bratty he's rude but Mommy doesn't excuse his behavior. She holds him accountable. She takes his phone when they meet up, has him unlock it, and sets her messages to priority notifications so he has no excuse and she knows when he's being obtuse. She grabs his chin and makes him look at her, locking their eyes together, then dragging his chin down and up to appreciate her. She snaps at him when he can't come up with a compliment fast enough, telling him sweetly, dangerously, "you can do better, honey," when he stutters out simply, "p-pretty." She adores pushing him to blush and stagger. She chooses where they go on dates, taking Ransom places he would never choose to prove her point. You answer when Mommy asks you a question. She makes him pay and tip more than a generationally wealthy brat like him would ever dream of. She decides if she's not going to cum when they hook up because Ransom makes her, he won't either, he'll just have to hold out until he figures out how to make her orgasm or until he begs to be shown how Mommy likes to be touched.
Her dominating insistence works, and Ransom folds under pressure, but he doesn't stop bratting in the first place. He just waits until it's too much to keep going, his brain melting because he loves it but he's not going to tell that to Mommy, that will just make her all more difficult, resisting his every whim and want, and he doesn't like difficult. He likes easy. He likes being spoiled. He... conversely, really likes being made to work for it with Mommy. He has to repeat to himself before he sees her, I like to be spoiled. I like to be spoiled. I, I, I like to be spoiled, dammit! having a mini tantrum in front of his vanity mirror.
Max, as mentioned, needs some time to warm up, he knows the cards he holds up his own sleeve at all times, but he doesn't know that of others always. He's a pretty decent card counter, but he's learned the hard way that there are people who are better at it than him, and not everyone is playing with the same set of cards or abiding by the same rules. So he's careful. He has to be, he can't be collared with his head in the hands of every beautiful, strong woman he meets (as much as he might like to be).
The minute he warms up from a block of ice, he's melting into a puddle...
He will do anything for Mommy.
Any ask she could possibly have.
His favorite thing, though, if he had to pick himself, is being ordered around like a personal servant. When Mommy snaps and points at the floor, waiting expectantly until his knees hit the floor and he hurriedly starts the process of undoing her shoes, slipping them off her feet and kissing his way from the tops of her feet up her legs, shins, knees, thighs, inner thighs, pus-- God, he leaves his body, shuddering under the weight of his lust. He loves being useful for Mommy. He will eagerly fetch Mommy's more comfortable clothes so she can slip out of her work clothes, letting her sit, reclined on the bench of Mommy's house's entryway while he skitters away. He will watch Mommy sigh as she pulls off her bra, and moan when she flicks it over toward him, tossing it over his face, and allowing him the luxury of touching her undergarments. He will learn her favorite cocktails and liquors, mixing her drinks at her request. He will be her mirror, adjusting her hair or telling her when her makeup has smeared or worn off or being a sturdy pillar to hold while she slips into heels or literally fucking anything. He will be anything. He just wants to be hers.
He wants to be good for Mommy more than he wants oxygen.
And Mommy, of course, uses him up. Who would she be to deny him, such a sweet little submissive?
Before Ransom and Max meet each other and learn how to get along, Mommy's favorite days are spent bouncing between them. The contrast is so satisfying. She spent the previous night with Max, getting off so many times that her legs turn to jello and she physically can't cum anymore with his wicked, thoroughly servicing mouth and cock and hands, has a slow morning with her precious, desperately good boy, letting him cook for her and allowing him to assist her in getting dressed. Then, she has him leave and she goes out to find Ransom. Max is an immediate hit; Ransom is an exercise in patience. Mommy wears him down throughout lunch and into dinner. By the time the dessert course comes, Ransom is whimpering under his breath, needy and broken open.
Who breaks first?
You would think it would be Max. But actually, I don't think Max breaks first simply for the fact that he doesn't actually break in a scene unless you count the moment his eyes roll back in pleasure when Mommy finally decides he can have an orgasm. The thing is, really, that Max is already broken going in. That's how fucking soft and subby he is. He doesn't need to be broken. He gives in, easily without any rigidity, so there's nothing to put tension into and snap.
All Mommy does is tell him his place, reminding him of it oh-so softly, and he's already done for.
Ransom, however, holds more than enough rigidity to store up the tension until he breaks. He doesn't just break, though. He doesn't even snap. When he breaks, he shatters. Scattering into a million tiny pieces that beg to be mocked and dominated in a way only Mommy can provide.
So, Max doesn't break. He doesn't have a bone in his body to fracture, he's already just a puddle. But Ransom does.
Ransom breaks much, much later than before the beginning of a scene. It takes him well into the scene, probably even more than halfway through on a typical day.
But...
At some point, he gets worn down, affected not only by the mouth-watering rough, unforgiving treatment Mommy gives him but also so deeply aroused seeing how good Max is getting it. Max is an example--when all three of them are together or when blackmail-worthy pictures, voice notes/voicemails, or videos are shared between them--of perfect obedience. Max is good. And Max is rewarded for not pushing back, only being pushed in the direction Mommy wants him to go. He folds. He bends over backwards. He does anything. No matter how embarrassing or confidence-building. Simple or complex. Sexual or not.
Watching the way Max moves, the way he shudders, the way he obeys... Ransom understands what Mommy sees in him and in Max. He understands the urge to dom, suddenly. He's a brat but he has no real compulsion to dom in the bedroom--he thought he did, maybe once, but faced with a real dom like Mommy?
God.
He doesn't want it.
He wants what Max has.
What Max gets for being a good boy.
He wants to shatter apart, whining, whimpering, and getting rewarded.
He wants the same treatment. He wants Mommy to be nice to him. He wants to deserve it. What can he do to make it up to Mommy? He needs to know! And that's the moment he breaks, his eyes opening wide from their challenging squint to get big, watery, and begging.
Who refuses to beg?
With relation to all of that-? ^ You know what I'm about to say.
Ransom.
The brat won't beg until he's damn well ready to. He's a stubborn little bitch until he's not. When he isn't, though, the floodgates open and he begs to the point that he doesn't even know what he's begging for. Predictably, his begging does always, always, always start with begging for forgiveness. And by the end, he just might be begging for mercy... it depends on what Mommy has in store for him and how far she wants to push him once she has him in her grasp.
But, also, he conveniently always seems to forget, in moments when he's not broken--shattered into submissive pieces of a fine, expensive porcelain vase that was dropped on the floor--that he does beg. He prances around like he's too proud to beg and has remained that way as if he's never been ground down to a puddle next to Max, just the same spilled, boneless shape. Max is ice that's melted, easy and common, but still so divine and exciting, while Ransom is rock, needing higher heat and pressure before succumbing to his true nature.
So, most of the time when Ransom does start begging... it ends up on film. And whenever he starts to feel too proud, Mommy sends him a little text. Audio or video of him moaning, "pleasepleasepleaspleasepleaseplease, Mommy, mommyyyy, please!" Hardly taking a breath to gasp, all urgent and thoughtless.
Mommy also uses those same clips to torture Max, though. Don't worry. He's not left out.
Max will absolutely beg if Mommy requests, he'll beg for the most embarrassing of things just because she says so--beg to be allowed to go to the bathroom, beg to be allowed to smell her panties after she's ruined them with wetness, beg to be allowed to move, etc.--but usually he doesn't say much of anything. When he's floating high or swimming deep in subspace, he tends to go super spacy and nonverbal. The best he can do is moan, gasp, or whimper. Words get too hard. And he's too easy and simple.
He's so easy and simple just a little clip of Ransom at his most desperate will send him into a spiral, the sound playing loud and clear through his Airpods, leaving him slouching wherever he stands, knees weak, eyes glazing over, and skin blushing the cutest pink.
Yeahhh...
Mommy's boys.
(Okay, okay, okay, one last song, this one is a little harsher and probably much more of Ransom's vibe than Max's but it still fucks)
(Fine, okay, I'm actually done now)
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For my sugar baby!ransom peeps:
Big Bills Get My Attention
Warnings: ass/anal play (eating), teasing, dirty talk, power exchange dynamic, sugar relationship, slight degradation, ransom in a thong, semi risky/public setting, keeping the boss busy while on a conference call, no editing
A/N: credit to @howdoyousleep3 (edit bestie I can't recall why I've credited you but honestly, it's deserved.)
The message from an hour ago burns in his thoughts as he showers.
My office, 7:30. Wear the blue if you wanna earn that ski trip.
The blue one. Shit. What are you going to do to him? His cock chubs up even as he thoroughly cleans up after his intense work out of the club. Ransom ignores it. Focus is key if he is going to make it to your office in time.
If you were planning to work so late that he had to go to your office for this, it meant you were stressed. It meant being on his best fucking behaviour because you always knew, by some fucking bullshit, if he took the edge off before seeing you. He wanted the night to end with him cumming across your desk, or god with his cum ruining your trousers.
You've ruined his slacks enough time, maybe tonight he'll finally get to return the favour.
He finishes up quickly, goes through his standard skincare routine even though he will have to do it again after your session, and gets dressed. The blue thong is snug against his crotch and he swears to himself the entire drive into the city that he only fucking wears them because it makes you more generous. It has nothing to do with how the string splits his ass cheeks right in two, the tantalising feeling that has him shifting in the seat of his beemer.
He parks in the garage under the building and pulls his security card from the glove box. The security guard nods at him as he swipes through, and he swipes it again in the lift to get to your floor. The lights are dimmed and your assistant has already gone home as well. You prepared for this session as well then.
The door to your office is open. Ransom takes a steadying breath. Ski trip, long weekend with the boys, fucking some snow bunnies. He focuses on the important things as he steps into your room.
But the air is knocked out of his lungs anyway.
You sit behind your desk, jacket off and the buttons of shirt undone to the centre of your chest. It shouldn't be so fucking hot to see you like this. You look like a regular person, but the power you possess goes right to his cock anyway.
"Strip." You don't even look at him when you bark the command. "You're 10 minutes late, Hugh."
Fucking traffic. He busted his balls to get over here. Ransom removes all his clothes except the thong while you clear a space on your desk. When you finally look at him you give him an appraising look, one that doesn't give away if you're pleased with how he looks. His chest tightens when you raise an eyebrow at him.
"What do you say?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy."
"Good boy," you hum. "Now get that pretty body over here. Want to look at your ass while I have listen to this fucking board meeting."
Thank fuck. Ransom walks over to your desk and grab hold of his hips. Your fingers dig into the meat of him, forcing him to bite his tongue to stay quiet. The inspection of him continues, your eyes assessing quickly, your hand moving to cup his bulge through the lacy material of his panties. The longer this goes on, the more his cock chubs up. You kiss it before turning in around and bending him over your desk.
With his ass directly in your face, he is goddamn happy he started taking waxing seriously. The feel of your hand running over his smooth skin sends pleasure up his spine and straight back to his cock. Your desk is cold on his skin as he settles in.
"Don't make a sound," you say before the familiar chatter of the video call comes on.
Ransom settles in, crossing his arms under his head. He's not concerned about being seen, your camera is off the moment you say your greetings. Voices drone on, discussing shit that maybe he should care about if he took his fake contractor role seriously, but he doesn't.
They don't pay his bills. They don't give him black cards to private clubs or make sure he gets tables at restaurants, you do. So he focuses on the tease of your hand. The way your fingers scrape across his low back, your thumb rubbing circles into his ass cheek. He sighs, if this is all it takes to get a ski trip paid, for he could die a happy man.
It's only when your mouth touches his skin that makes any complaint.
"Jesus," he hisses.
The hard pinch on his ass is the only warning he gets before you are speaking again to the directors. You say something about moving some shit to next quarter, then your mouth is back on him.
You place open mouth kisses on his ass while your fingers tug at the string of his thong. He clenches his fists at the tension, fighting the urge to squirm. It's not uncomfortable, but the tug against his half hard cock makes him want more.
And you have always been so good about giving what he needs, more than what he wants.
Your tongue slides from his half exposed sac to his hole and Ransom nearly comes off the desk. Both of your hands move to his ass cheeks and press him wide open.
"Stay quiet and be a good little slut for me, Hugh. Let daddy treat this hole right."
Oh fuck he hopes you muted your mic. He hopes you don't stop either. Your tongue laps at his hole over and over again, your spit dribbling down to his balls. His cock is fully hard and furious it isn't getting attention. Ransom rolls his hips experimentally, just to see what you'll do.
"No," you pull away and he thinks he's fucked it. "Send Johnson to me if he keeps saying stupid shit."
When your mouth returns to his asshole, you push his hips down into the desk, adding pressure to his cock. He doesn't fight the instinct. Ransom humps your desk like the slut you want him to be while you make a mess of his hole. His breath comes out faster and faster, higher too as he tries to keep his noises to a minimum.
God does he want to fucking cum though. He needs it. His balls draw up and his spine tingles. Your tongue pushes into the ring of his ass and stars fucking burst behind his eye lids. His hips stutter as he loses himself to his climax, to the mess he is leaving on your desk.
The euphoria washing over him keeps going, you keep going, until his hole is too sensitive. His cum cools against his skin, the lace sticking to his cock, but you don't stop.
"Daddy," he whines as softly as he can.
You fucking slurp at his ass in response. It's only when he is panting and his cock is valiantly trying to get hard again that you pull away. Your fingers clench around his ass cheeks and he whimpers.
"I know, pretty boy, you stay quiet. Let me have this peach until the meeting's done. Then Daddy'll give you a proper good bye before your trip."
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Brat Taming: Part 13
A/N: Smut is prevalent in the chapter, with overstimulation, vibrators, teasing and edging, domination/submission and punishments. Please don’t read it if it makes you uncomfortable
Ari had certain expectations when it came to making his office run seamlessly, as he should have, and there was an incredible amount of tenacity to his patience. He was not a man who could easily be angered by desperate attempts to get him to react unless there was a direct threat to the people he loved and wanted to protect.
It was one of his traits as an alpha that separated him from what seemed like the other 50% of alphas who seemed to make up the designation.
It seemed as if at least half of their designation had the same distinctive abilities to be good alphas without having to rely on traits that could have been deemed toxic. Ari and Steve, even Ransom if he had tried to put in more effort to not be such an arrogant prick to other people, were all good alphas at the root of themselves.
Both of the older alphas had deeply embedded protective tendencies, an ability to understand and compassionately grasp the workings of an omega’s hindbrain without reducing them to their basest selves.
Ransom was cocky, he was an arrogant and rich alpha who could have had anything or anyone handed to him on a silver platter. He was born with a silver spoon shoved up his ass and that had damaged his ability to deny the toxic traits that made omegas want to settle down with the alpha.
However like Ari & Steve believed, Ransom only had to meet the right omegas who wouldn’t immediately cater and submit to his whims, but rather they would try to push him to his limits and make him back down. It was what made you and Jake everything those alphas needed.
It was your fire and your ability and nature to be bratty that drove every one of your alphas crazy with need. Your tendency as omegas to feel comfortable enough to push back against the alphas was both embraced and revelled in.
They enjoyed their omegas brattiness, the back and forth that aided the bonds that were being built was a necessity to have an unbreakable relationship.
However patient Ari was, and however indifferent he could have been, he had found your punishment just as invigorating and addictive as your attitude was.
He was just waiting for it, just waiting for the opportunity to punish you as a good alpha would have. The alphas knew, all of them had been aware, that you and Jake were dealing with the sensations of being marked and mated.
They had been well aware that you both were settling in your bratty moods and with a common agreement between you, albeit made through your natural bond as best friends and lovers and had kickstarted the punishments that were befitting for both of you.
With you at work in the office making comments under your breath about Ari and his first assistant degrading the choice to have someone who was so aggravating without trying, had incited his decision to punish you.
Normally this patient alpha would have let you mumble every comment under the sun about his first assistant who he knew could be difficult to deal with, however today Ari couldn’t let it slide.
Whether it was his unwillingness to go through a teleconference knowing you were outside of his office wearing a skirt that was far too easy to slide up your thighs and a piece of cloth obscuring your sweet little cunt from his view, or whether it was his vivacious lust and hunger, it had all ended at the same conclusion.
Ari had stepped out of his office, pausing to listen to you muttering your annoyance at both your boss and the woman you claimed was the wicked bitch of the West.
He had watched you while leaning against the frame of his door, his arms crossed over his chest and his chin tucked as his eyes had become engrossed with thick seams of desire. It was reflective of his need for you, his dire hunger that aided him to make a demand that caused hair at the nape of your neck to stand and your eyes to grow wide.
“Y/N, my office. Now.” The command was sent from his mouth, and you were immediately aware of how rooted he was in his alpha hindbrain.
He had seen your lips part with a potential argument, a rebuttal that he wished you would’ve let fall from your lips. He wished you would have fired back with some kind of aggravated response to Ari’s demand, earning another punishment that you didn’t know was coming.
It could’ve been a demand that could have been negated, or at least an attempt could have been made, however, Ari was pleased to see you standing immediately to follow him toward his office.
“Is there anything you need of me, Mr. Levinson?” His first assistant had already started to rise to her feet, overeager to please him in any manner despite already being in a steady and comfortable relationship with her alpha.
It was after Ari had settled a hand on your back to lead you into his office, to the punishment waiting for you, that he had looked over his shoulder with a controlled half-smirk on his face.
His first assistant was not guarded with her disdain for you and your role in the office, especially since you had been sleeping with the boss and getting away with it. However, Ari was just as displeased about her attitude toward you and had already been making plans to have another reasonable offer sent her way for a new job.
“Go home, you have the rest of the afternoon off.” Ari had closed the door without allowing another potential argument and just as quickly locked the door behind him.
He stood and faced you, silence between the two of you was not stale or stagnant, it was fuelled by desire and mild confusion, knowledge of what was to come and expectations of pleasure and pain.
“I have a meeting, Y/N.” Ari’s long stride had taken him past you and around the side of the desk, his leather chair angled to the left of his computer.
“If you needed me to take notes-“
“Did I ask you to take notes?” Ari spoke over you with a bite, the force behind his words making you shudder and whimper simultaneously. “You’re going to keep me occupied.”
Ari placed a hand upon the back of the chair, steadying it as he sat down upon the cushioned bottom and then he spread his legs. His cock was strained and throbbing beneath the seams of his slacks and with a single wave of his hand, you had started to walk toward him with your hands by your sides and your eyes still unnerved.
When you were within reach, Ari grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward him and his hard-on, your palm jutted toward the bulbous head. Ari’s voice was laced heavily with need, your name falling from his lips as he made you squeeze his erection.
The intent was known and the command had been all too easily absorbed as you recoiled and lifted your skirt, your hands holding the material in order for him to hook his fingers in the band of your panties to yank them down your thighs.
“This is a punishment,” Ari addressed you with a firm tone yet no less loving than before, “you wanna be a brat? You get punished.”
He enjoyed your verbal exhilaration when he smacked your ass, his palm cracking against your flesh before his fingers dug into you. He had pulled you back toward him, keeping a hand on your ass and the other busied with freeing his thick and throbbing cock.
“You’re going to keep my cock warm while I take this teleconference. If your try and get off my cock before the meeting is finished, you’ll be under the desk sucking me off. If you cum before I say you can, you won’t cum for a week.” Ari’s hands settled on your hips and he arranged you between his legs, giving you no room to protest as he lowered you to his cock, your puffy pussy lips already wet.
The head of his cock had started to part your labia, the seeping precum mixing with your desire, and his name all too easily fell from your lips when he made you take all of him into your tight cunt. When he had settled you in your place, Ari leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the nape of your neck, almost entirely too soft and contradictory to his demanding dominance.
“You have your warning, brat.” Ari’s lips parted and he nipped your flesh as a warning. “I would love any reasons to punish you further, let’s see if you earn the right to cum or if you’ll end up with a week of denial.”
It was hard to breathe without shuddering, hard to contend with the twitch of Ari’s thick bulbous head as it plunged into your cunt.
It was hard to function and focus on taking notes while Ari was on a teleconference since you were being stretched and filled to the brim, wholly and entirely stuffed. He was ruthless, smacking your puffy and hard clit when you faltered, all entirely fuelled by his irritation with your attitude.
“Maybe next time you’ll think about being such a brat. I’m your alpha sweetheart but I’m also your boss.”
“Are you focusing?” You shuddered and whimpered, his voice husky and hoarse in your ear while his fingers deftly plucked at your hard little nub. “I almost feel sorry for you…but I know you like it.”
“J-Jake-” your voice shook, indelibly able to detect his state of being like a dull fog at the back of your mind.
“Yes, Jake is learning a hard lesson too.” Ari purred huskily in your ear and then taunt you further, starting to tap his fingers against your hard clit with every illicit breath you’d taken.
“We’re planning on taking full advantage of our private dining room, puppy. And you are going to take your punishment with pride.”
Wine, he thought as he swallowed what was given to him, wine should’ve made him feel better and yet it was another delectable sensation intent on ruining him. A good wine that Ransom assured would be palatable with the edging Jake deserved, and he was right.
He had been overstimulated already, entirely too full and stretched with a vibrator in his tight asshole and a ring pulsing at the base of his cock, Jake was being dragged through countless rounds of edging that had only been part of his punishment.
The argument that started it all had come from Jake and focused more on Steve than Ransom. It was a few remarks about Steve’s sexuality and the urge to just jump from the edge of the cliff. Jake had pressed Steve to be bolder with himself, given that there wasn’t anything to fear about being open with how and who he loved.
And though the comments had meant to encourage Steve, it had taken a turn when Steve had embraced Jake’s open brattiness and reassured him that being bold was nothing new to Jake.
“Full, puppy?” Jake’s shiver was inductive of his tension, his cock begging for release that wasn’t granted to him by Steve or Ransom. “I think you’re enjoying yourself.”
It was pleasured and painful torture that left no bruises or marks. It was the sensation of the dildo in his ass vibrating when Steve turned it on and the fallout after it was turned off to give him a chance to calm down. Between the remote in Steve’s control, the remote in Ransom’s control and what he could detect from you, Jake was truly going to lose his mind.
“He can handle it, he’s a big boy.” Steve was almost erotically sadistic when he leaned toward Jake to cup his cheek and turn his head. “You can handle it, right Jake?”
His lips met Steve’s and he tried to chase the feeling, only to fall short and whine in desperation when Steve pulled away.
The super soldier had let go of Jake’s chin and patted his cheek twice, and then he leaned back against his chair and raised a hand to signal the waiter. With striking confidence that made Jake believes he had been playing the entire time, Steve had brazenly raised the remote in his other hand and pressed the button twice.
The shock of the faux cock in his ass had earned another husky groan that fell too easily from Jake’s lips, and the sudden jerk of his hips to seek some kind of pleasurable release from the toys that he was being teased with.
“If you cum, you’re going to pay for it.” Ransom’s warning was whispered as a seductive command in his ear, the deterrent coming with another level of erotic intimacy as the alpha command had settled in his hindbrain.
Thick fingers slipped beneath the table, a hand sliding up a covered thigh while he was truly and well on his way to losing his mind. Trapped under electrifying gazes that burned through him, it wasn’t just one but two that had given him no reprieve from the building tension and cathartic need to reach his end. This was a punishment for his decision to push both of them to their limits, though it wasn’t conventional in any sense.
When Jake had been under the impression that he was going to be punished, he’d thought it would involve Shibari or some restraints to keep him still. He’d never anticipated his ass being stuffed full of a vibrating cock while his shaft and balls were being stimulated by the same torturous quivers.
It was clear that Jake and yourself were being manhandled by your alphas to be punished, he could feel your pleasured pain through the bonds that you and Jake had formed from childhood, and he knew that he wasn’t alone.
“You’ve barely touched your food.” Teasing words that rolled off a silver tongue paired with fingers that slipped further up his thigh before ultimately squeezing the thick throbbing hard-on trapped beneath Italian slacks. “You should eat something.”
“Something wrong, pup?” Steve crooned, raising his fork to his lips to enjoy the seared steak he had been craving. “Not hungry?”
“Ohhh fuck…” Jake’s head lolled back, his eyes screwing closed as vibrations coursed in his ass, the vibrator used to drive him toward a slow orgasm was maddening. “P-please-!”
“I think we need dessert,” Ransom leaned in close to Jake, his tongue lapping at sweat-laden flesh while his hand closed around Jake’s clothed cock. “You’re going to have to wait longer to cum, brat.”
“I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” Jake hissed, his eyes straining to open and his teeth gritting as he cursed with the tension that was rattling him. “Please, fuck-!”
He jerked his hips and dug his nails into the tablecloth with almost enough tension to tear the fabric clean. Jake had ground his teeth with every pulse that rocked his nervous system and drove his mind closer to temporary insanity.
There was no denying their domineering status as alphas, and Jake would later swear on his life that he loved being their little subby omega but at the moment he was fighting for his life.
“If you want to cum,” Ransom let go of his trapped erection and deftly unzipped Jake’s fly, his hand slipping in the opening to grasp his cock under the table, “you have to beg for it.”
The sound that fell from Jake’s lips was garbled and twisted, it wasn’t coherent in any manner but yet it still made his alphas starkly proud of the omega who had resisted until this moment.
He hadn’t been mentally aware of what he was saying, he was letting his tongue work on its own and had only recognized the permission that was given to him after Ransom had dug his teeth back into the mark on Jake’s neck.
The vibrations hadn’t ceased even as Jake had been granted the ability to chase his orgasm. His hips rocked as he threw himself back into the chair, his head lolling as their names rolled off his tongue as an erotic sonnet. It was blinding and white hot pleasure that shot through every nerve ending in his body, Jake’s mind contorted and twisted by desire and release while Ransom’s hand pumped Jake’s shaft.
And even as he started to come down from that high, pleasure was still falling upon him when he felt Ransom’s lips against Jake’s cock to clean his shaft and bulbous head.
“Thank you,” Jake’s chest was heaving with every strained breath, his body wracked with leftover trace amounts of electrifying pleasure, “that was incredible.”
His chin was grasped again, his face turned toward Steve and relief had soon been replaced by anticipation when the super soldier claimed Jake’s mouth as his.
“You’re not done yet.”
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Look what you have done
Summary:Your are Harlan’s favorite maid however you damage one of his books, “luckily” Ransom comes to the rescue…..for a price.
Pairing:Dark!Ransom x Maid!reader
Warnings: Blackmail, Free-Use, Smut, oral, dub-con,non-con, cursing, Degradation, Dominant! Ransom
shit. Shit. SHIT!
You stupid bitch!
You cursed yourself as you try to pick up the soiled draft of harlens new book that you spilled ink all over trying to clean his desk.
“I’m fucking fired, so fired! Fuck!” You thought trying to savage the soiled pages of literature covered in a Black Sea of ink.
You hands began to turn black while your thoughts race about the about of debt you have, the amounts of bills still unpaid, your mothers hospital bills, your fathers funeral bills. You needed this job like you needed air AND. YOU. FUCKED. UP.
Tears start to fill your eyes when you hear the sound of the door fly open. The worst possible person stepped into that door: not Harlan. Not Marta. The one and only over prevliged, asshole Ransom with his famous shit eating grin on his face.
Your eyes widen with shock, there is no way you can talk your way out of this.
His cold eyes look at your ink covered hands and ruined pages of Harlan new book draft.
“Well.Well. Well. What do we have here” he said while slowly closing the space between us. He broad larger frame hovering over me.
Shit. He was like a loin that found a deer with a broken foot. Helpless little prey.
I wipe the tears from your eyes and you watch his cold stares at the mess you made, he makes a exaggerated whistle of distressed.
“Harlan was actually really proud of this…..to bad his favorite maid fucked it up”
Your face brightens with anger, but the smartest thing to do in this situation for you, for your family…was beg. “Please…don’t tell. I-I beg of you, I need this j-“
His figure touches your lips and cuts you off.
“I’ll say it was me.” You heart starting beating fast.
Then it dropped as he continues to talk.
“He can’t fire me, worst case I would get one of his famous lectures”
“But in return….”
His large hand suddenly grabs your waist, causing you to feel his large hard-on against your thigh. You squirm as he finish his sentence.His eyes become dark like he sees through you…at that moment you became his possession.
“You ever heard of free use?”
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That was it. That’s how the got in this postion: on your knees taking out ransoms large hard on.
His large hand pushes your head down as he explains from this day forward your his personal fuck toy. You reluctantly fall to your knees, ready to take your punishment or blackmail. You look up at him. “Asshole”
He grabs your hair tightly making you whimper from pain.
“Watch your fucking mouth and suck my fucking Cock. Or. I. Tell.”
You look into his cold eyes, wanting to get it over with you swallow you pride and start to take his cock out, when he tugged again.
“No. Use your fucking teeth. “
You bite his silver zip and start to pull it down, you then use your teeth to pull down his pants, then his boxers. Your eyes widen. Fuck…
His throbbing member“accidentally” slaps you in the face. It’s long,thick and pulsing full of want.
He laughs as he sees pre-cum smeared on your right cheek.
“Suck it. Or I fuck your throat until your pass out”
You start to lick the tip then down the side of his shaft. Ransom moans in pleasure, putting his head back and gripping your head tighter.
To your own disgust and confusion, you cunt begins to drip.
You swirl your tongue at the tip and begin bobbing your head. You lower your head until the tip hits the back of your throat. “Fuck!”
To your disray ransom starts to roughly fuck your throat with no mercy. All the air in your lungs disappear as ransom takes over your body. Worse…you start to feel closer to your own pleasure. His lewd words made it worse.
“ Fuck I knew you were a good cock sucking whore, I own this fucking throat, I own this fucking cunt” “ I can see my cunt dripping right now”” your getting turned on sucking my big fat cock?”” Just imagine how you would be around my cock, even if it’s to much for you, I’ll fuck you so hard you can’t walk for days.”
You moan at his words, causing vibrations to go through his cock.You feel him getting closer to his bliss, your hands now move lower to your clit wanting to reach your own climax. “Don’t you dare touch my fucking cunt” “I’ll tell you when you can cum”
Degrading. Demanding. Possessive.
It awaken something in you that surprises yourself. You give in…submission
Both hands hold your head completely down on his cock, your nose touches his pubic hair. Split and drool run down from your chin to even dripping on the floor.
“Take. Every. Fucking. Drop.”
He makes a loud animalistic groan pushing his cock all the way down your throat, you look at him. Messy hair. Possessive eyes.
You feel a little pride build inside you for making him feel this good, his baby batter shoots the back of your throat. Tears fill your eyes trying to swallow everything.
He thrusts into your mouth a few times until he pulls out of your mouth. You look at him with watery eyes mixed with fear and arousal.
“This means we are even right?” You say with a sore throat. Your eyes widen when you hear him laugh.
Before you can ask him why he’s laughing, you feel him pick up your body slamming it on Harlan’s desk,in the doggy position. You try to move away as you can expect what’s coming next feeling his hot member pressing against your skirt. He holds you down with one hand while the other rips your underwear off. You yelp. He slaps your ass.
“Your a better cock sucker than I thought, I wonder how will your cunt feel around my big cock”
You start to feel the head of his cock pressing against your wet cunt. He slaps it a few times before asking you one last time.
“ are you gonna take this cock like a good whore?”
You bite your lip. You try to deny you like this.
“Yes sir”
“Good your mine now bitch” he says as he thrusts violently into your wet cave followed by a brutal thrust rhythm. You scream in both a mix of pain and pleasure.
“S-o D-ee-P!!”
Items from Harlan’s desk fall as the desk can barely take ransom’s ruthlessness.
“Take it”.
Like you had a choice.
( This is my first fanfic.)
#smut#ransom drysdale#ransom drydale x you#sub thoughts#dark ransom drysdale#ransom smut#ransom x y/n#ransom imagine
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Tell me more about In my Employ : Ransom Drysdale x reader and April Fools Lloyd Hansen x Reader !
Thank you so much for tagging me. It was really nice to revisit all of this again.
For In my Employ it’s inspired by the movie the secretary. Primarily the punishment and power dynamic between Ransom and the reader.
Another thing I wanted to explore was something once discussed on CSI and something similar that occurred in the secretary. A concept that the person in a sub dom relationship that holds the most power is the sub. The submissive having the power to end a session if too much but the dom is expected to always serve their purpose.
In CSI the Sub Killed her Dom’a wife so they could be together, and in the secretary Lee showed defiance even when following orders to sit at the desk and never move.
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“We can’t keep doing this.”
You didn’t respond to his absurd statement, standing instead stunned and rigid as he continued.
“…our little fling has gone too far. I don’t need my private business invading my public persona, so it’s best we break off this arrangement.” He spoke so coldly; chilled, and sterile as it burned your ears.
Your lungs ache as you cease to breathe, nearly coughing against all informed and misshapen words you want to throw at him. The corner of your eye seemed to twitch, the muscles pulling back repeatedly and involuntarily as he called your time together a little fling.
Your teeth ground together, your body tightening into a defiant stance he’d never seen from you before, followed by something he’d never thought he'd hear you say.
“No”
He stepped back, your coat slung over his arm and your shoes gripped by one of his hands as he gathered your things to coerce you out of his house.
“Excuse me?” He asked
“No!” It erupted from your burning lungs, shaking against his eardrums and echoing down his vast halls.
You never once denied him, all for mutual benefit. That was how the dynamic was supposed to be; he’d give, and you’d take all he'd lay upon you. You wouldn’t allow him to abandon you like an animal at the side of an empty highway. Not without you biting at him first.
#fanfic#ransom drydale x you#ransom drysdale#the secretary#Sun Dom dynamics#dom sub dynamics#adult themes
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Hello Eva! I hope I'm not too late for your train ride!
But I was wondering if there were any little morsels you could give us about RG Dom Ransom and his sub. I think so far we've learned that he's into service submission and she's maybe a little older. I was hoping you might be able to expand on that a little or give us some extra details like favorite kink/punishment/reward.
I hope you have a great trip, dear!
Hi Kris 😊 Thanks for sending!
Dom Ransom is still mostly in the sketching/outlining phase, so I don't have that much about him.
Yes, he's looking for a service sub and while on the veneer it feels like him wanting someone to tend to his narcissistic needs, actually it's about something else entirely. Ransom knows what it feels to want to make someone proud and happy, how sometimes it borders on wanting to earn love. He unfortunately never got that from anyone, which is why he turned jaded. But he understands how important it is for someone showing their submission through acts of service to be appreciated and taken care of in return. And Ransom knows he can give that.
And yes, also because he enjoys a submissive bringing him drink and food, but that comes from mutual fulfilment.
His submissive will be older than him, around 40 (Ransom is about 30-34) and she is a soft sweetheart afraid that she's too old for him, too old to find a Dom in general, as well scared that no Dom would want to give her enough arrention and praise, or set the proper boundaries to her service (because she sometimes goes overboard).
In their dynamic main kinks will include: servicing (food, drinks, massage), holding position for a long time (including being a "table" for Ransom's drink), overstimulation and edging, maid/slave costumes. Not much discipline through impact. Rather more spoiling and praise.
#krirebr#reply#Dom!Ransom Drysdale#don't even have a title for his story#or the name for his sub#still in the works#Ruby Garden#Ruby Garden series#ransom drysdale x reader
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Want another subby puppyboy to smoke with and rub against. Wanna rub tdicks so bad 😣 and then suck each other off 🤤
{ Minors & TERFs DNI }
#i have had my dick sucked once ONCE and that was before I started T too like this is a crime 😭 (i say as im too scared to fuck irl anyway)#ndjcjfkdjs#ftm sub#ftm puppy#t4t nsft#t4t puppy#ransom pup posts
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Ransom getting slapped by reader and getting so turned on😵💫 he’s just like “I-uhm…”, instead of cursing you out he turns into a shy subby
Oh man hehehe yes 😈
The moment your hand came into contact with his cheek, he let out a fluttering moan. The tilt of your head told him that you were surprised, but the growing smirk on your pretty lips told him that you were pleased.
"Oh, Ransom," you coo, condescension dripping from your tongue as you slide your hand along his jawline, caressing the stinging skin as he looked at you through his lashes. Another sound pulled itself from the cavity of his chest all on its own at the tender feeling of your hand on him, his cock painfully hard in his trousers. The weight of his head leaning into your warm palm made the giddy feeling in your heart spike happily.
"Another?" You ask calmly, stroking his bottom lip possessively, already not wanting to share your new little toy.
"Yes," he sighs under his breath. A moment passes with both of you just staring, silently reaffirming to each other that this was what you wanted.
"Alright, pet."
#murderer monday#murderer monday drabble fest#ransom drysdale smut#ransom drysdale x reade#ransom drydale x you#ransom drysdale#ransom drysdale x female!reader#ransom drysdale x fem!reader#ransom drysdale x you#ransom drysdale x female reader#ransom drysdale x reader#sub!ransom drysdale x dom!reader
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you can lead a god to the masses but you cant force them to pray or however the saying goes
#had this sitting on a back tab for 2 hours because i been thinking about sub zero spine rip#but anyways. hi.#ransom note
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Sweet as pie
PAIRING ⇒ Husband!Ransom Drysdale x Wife!Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT ⇒ 2.1K
SUMMARY ⇒ You're treating your husband, Ransom, to a beautiful and romantic dinner for your anniversary, but he doesn't know that he is the dessert you've been thinking of all week. You can't wait to sink your teeth into him and tasting every last bit he has to offer you.
RATING ⇒ Explicit (E)
WARNINGS/TAGS ⇒ Established relationship, use of nicknames (Cookie, Puppy)
SMUT ⇒ D/S dynamics (Soft Dom!Reader, Sub!Ransom), subspace, mommy kink, praise kink, discussion of safewords, use of ropes as restraint, oral (M receiving), titty fucking, multiple orgasms, implied aftercare.
A/N ⇒ I really missed writing for my dear, sweet Sub!Ransom and I'm very happy about how this fic turned out! This man has my heart, and I can't wait to write more for him, so keep your eyes open for future fics I will write - both for this AU and others. This was proofread by the lovely @ccbsrmsf1, for which I cannot thank you enough! I appreciate you deeply, and I love you 💜
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Today marks your 10th anniversary with your husband, Ransom, and you have taken him out to a romantic, fancy dinner to celebrate the night. Your appetizers are just finished, and you're waiting for the entree. When you lift your wineglass, Ransom is doing the same with his.
"Here's to the past ten years and many more. I feel very fortunate to have you by my side, Ransom, and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. I love you, and I can't wait to see what our future holds," you tell him before clinking carefully against his glass and bringing it to your lips.
"I love you too, my beautiful Cookie; I can't imagine my life with anyone other than yourself by my side," he says before sipping some of his wine, a content feeling settling over both of you as you're enjoying the atmosphere in the restaurant, as well as the conversation that naturally flows between the two of you.
When your entree is finished, Ransom is about to pick up the dessert menu, but you stop him before he can.
"I have a different plan for dessert tonight, Puppy. Let's head home because I want to try out something special, something we've never done before if you're okay with it," he looks up at you with excitement, curious as to what you have planned for him this evening. He agrees with your ideas; curiosity is piqued about what you're planning, and before you know it, you're home and changing into a more comfortable outfit.
"I want you to assume the position, my sweet Puppy, and when I'm ready, I'll tell you exactly what I have planned. I want to remind you that you can always say no if you're uncomfortable with it. I do not want you to do something because I'm into it. I care about your pleasure and well-being too," you tell him in a soft yet stern voice as your hands run up and down over his arms, looking up into his bright blue eyes that make you feel like you're floating in the ocean.
"Yes, Mommy," Ransom answers gently as he removes his clothes and puts them away before getting on the bed. He's entirely bare for you, and you can see that his giant, veiny cock is standing at attention with precum already gathering at the tip. It's flushed pink, though he pays no attention to it. His hands are folded in his lap, his eyes trained on you.
"Look at you, sitting there and looking sweet as pie," the praise falling from your lips effortlessly as the pink tint on his cheeks intensifies with your sweet words. If there's one thing Ransom goes crazy for, it is praise. However, you do not hand it out often during your scenes, as he has to earn it.
While Ransom is entirely naked, you opted to put in a lacey bodysuit that enhances every curve of your body perfectly, and you feel like a million bucks. Ransom's jaw nearly hits the floor as he takes in your physique. With your hair tied back, make-up subtle, and body on display for him. He has rarely been happier to have you as his dominant than he is now.
"Now, I mentioned trying something new earlier, and what I referenced is playing around with ropes," you say as you walk over to the dresser where your toys are. The sway in your hips has Ransom's eyes moving to your ass, seeing how the flesh moves with every step before coming to a halt and getting the ropes.
"For this, you're going to be on your knees the entire time; your hands and feet will be tied together so I can use you mainly for my pleasure tonight," and as soon as those words are in the air, Ransom lets out a soft, needy whine. There's nothing better to him than when you use him as your personal fucktoy, using him for nothing than your pleasure.
"Are you okay with that, Puppy?" your tone now firm to get his full attention.
"Y-yes, Mommy. Want you to tie me up and use me," the glimmer in his eyes intensifying at the thought.
"Before I do, I want you to remind me of your safewords," you tell him, sitting on your knees before him, the rope between you both. His eyes look up at you with pure adoration, and your heart melts a little at the sight.
"Green means that I'm good, that we can keep going. Yellow means that we stop temporarily and change what we're doing or take a break when necessary. Red means the scene will stop entirely, and we will go into aftercare," he tells you carefully, and you nod as he tells you.
"Good boy," you praise him, and he's practically purring under your praise. It doesn't take long for him to be tied up, his hands and feet bound together by the rope you bought not too long ago. Today will be a learning experience for both of you, so you decide to take it easy on him.
As soon as he's tied up, you move to the front of him, taking in the sight before you for a moment. Ransom's face is flushed in a beautiful, sweet pink color, and his eyes are half-lidded with pleasure already. He's slipping into a hazy mindset, as you now have complete control over him, and he couldn't be happier about it.
"What's your color, Puppy?" you ask him as you take his face into your hands, ensuring he's looking right at you. This way, you can check if he's comfortable or showing signs of distress or discomfort. There aren't any signs of it, and with a soft 'green' he lets you know he's good to go.
"I'm not going to keep you in those ropes for long this time, and if you're really good for Mommy, I'll give you an amazing reward," you tell him, and he nods before you scoot back on the bed and sink, now at eye-level with his achingly hard cock.
As soon as you wrap your hand around the base, Ransom moans, the anticipation you've been building by simply tying him up enough to bring him to the edge of release already. He lets out every moan and groan that wants to escape, and it serves to make you wetter. While you enjoy sucking him off, you're partially doing it for him, too.
Your tongue glides over the bottom of his cock, tracing the vein popping off as Ransom's head falls back, and he's trying to fight against the restraints, wanting to lace his hands through your hair. He grunts when he can't escape, and a grin spreads on your features.
"What's wrong, Puppy? Did Mommy tie your hands back?" you ask teasingly, and Ransom nods with a deep whine.
"Want to touch you, Mommy," he says softly, but you shake your head.
"Not yet, Puppy; right now, you will take what I give you and nothing else," you tell him firmly, and he nods, suppressing a whine that wants to escape desperately. Instead, he lets himself slightly slump into the position he's sitting in, getting a little more comfortable.
As you look up at him, you can see his brows knitting together, and you let go with a wet pop before sitting upright, hearing Ransom moan at the feeling of you taking away the perfect warmth of your mouth.
"Color?" you ask him directly, and it takes him a second to answer. He's sinking deeper into subspace and knows precisely how he feels, as he's feeling better than ever. Though it's a struggle to get the words out, he eventually does tell you his color is green, and he's still good to go. Despite that, you watch him during the rest of your scene.
After that, you sink to take him into your mouth again, sucking gently as you slowly work him into your mouth and throat. Ransom's moans became uncontrollable as he climbed his high, and it only made you more aroused, your fingers slipping between your thighs to give yourself some relief as well.
"Cum for me, Puppy; Mommy wants to taste your cum," you tell him before taking him down to the base of his cock, gagging at the intrusion in your throat before he lets go, his hips stuttering as he fucks your face slightly through his orgasm.
"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes when you cum, Puppy? You're being such a good, obedient boy for me today," you tell him, and he nods while the praise makes him blush deeply. His cock is now soft between his thighs, though you know it won't take long for him to get hard again, and you know exactly what you're going to do next.
The words you tell him are seeping slowly into his brain, as he's pretty deep into subspace already. He's very pliant with everything you do, and before you know it, he's untied, the ropes now on the floor as you gently massage his wrists and ankles. You didn't make them too tight to make it more comfortable for him, and he loves feeling your fingers on his skin.
"How're you feeling, Puppy? Can you tell me your color?"
"Green, Mommy, 's all green," he tells you with a dopey smile, and your heart skips a beat as you look at your husband. You feel fortunate to be loved by someone as special as him, and to love him with your entire heart and soul is something you'll never take for granted, which you often tell him. You kiss him softly on his temple before moving on with the scene.
"I want you to lay down on your back, Puppy. Spread these beautiful thighs for Mommy as she undresses, so you can fuck these tits like you always so desperately want," you tell him, and his eyes shoot up at you to make sure you said what he thinks you said. The sly grin on your face tells him all he needs to know before scrambling to get on his back, his head lying on the plush pillows of the bed.
He looks at you as the delicate lace slides over your body, revealing every part of you that Ransom loves. Every inch of skin that's exposed makes him even harder, and he has to swallow thickly to ensure he won't do anything embarrassing. That doesn't last long, however, because as soon as you bend over to take off the garment, Ransom lets out a needy moan.
Your back is turned to him as you bend over, displaying your ass and dripping pussy perfectly for him. He wants to make you feel good and have you fall apart on his cock more times than he can count, but he won't do that right now. He wants even more to be good for you, earning him the reward he desires.
"Hmm, looks like you enjoyed my show, Puppy," you say as you eye Ransom's cock, which is at total hardness again. You crawl onto the bed and sit between his legs before assuming the position.
"What's your color?" you ask as a bit of check-in to see if he's still okay. As soon as the words 'so fucking green' roll from his lips, you smile broadly before bending down, ready to let Ransom have his way with your breasts. You take Ransom's cock and place it between your boobs before squeezing them together and looking at him expectantly.
"You're going to have to work for it, Puppy. Do you want to cum? Then you have to fuck Mommy's tits to get what you want," you say matter-of-factly. He nods and slowly starts thrusting up, the glide of his cock between your slightly lubricated boobs feeling heavenly.
"That's it, Puppy, fuck Mommy's tits until they're coated in your delicious cum," you spur him on, and this time it doesn't take long for him to cum, shooting the ropes of white seed onto your tits and face, allowing you to lick all of it off and swallowing every drop of it. After this orgasm, he's completely spent, and you take your sweet time cleaning him up on the bed and in the shower.
"You've been good to me, Ransom; you're the best Puppy I could ever wish for," you tell him as you capture his lips, the kiss gentle and unhurried. Your hand cups his face as you slowly deepen the kiss, letting it take its natural course before letting him tuck into your side, ready to sleep.
"Goodnight, my beautiful Puppy," you tell him with a kiss on his damp hair from the shower.
"Goodnight, Cookie," Ransom says with a thick voice that's heavy with sleep. It doesn't take long for both of you to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, your combined bodies tangled with limbs. Tonight was a perfect introduction to playing with ropes, and you can't wait to venture even more into it with your amazing husband.
#fluffbruary 2024#ultimatechrisbingo#fandomfreebingo#ransom drysdale#ransom drysdale fanfiction#ransom drysdale fanfic#ransom drysdale one shot#ransom drysdale imagine#ransom drysdale x female reader#ransom drysdale x reader#ransom drysdale x y/n#ransom drysdale fluff#ransom drysdale smut#sub!ransom drysdale#sub ransom drysdale#sub!ransom#sub ransom#d/s relationship
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you wrote once abt a scene with ransom drysdale x dom mommy and it was fucking PHENOMENAL but i was thinking about what you think it would be like with a daddy instead of a mommy
related to this, and this
you'll probably enjoy this, too
I'm not taking requests right now, I know it's confusing because there are some thoughts people send me that I can't help but jump in on, and I reblog older requests. But. Yes. I'm not currently.
This is a really interesting thought, though! 👀
And there certainly needs to be more x male reader content out there. So, maybe eventually, I'll go back to this in a larger drabble 🤷🏻♂️
I think it'd be much the same, though. I purely imagine Ransom as a subby fucking mess. After years and years of being spoiled and living the high life, he's weak for being denied. Cock cages and permission to orgasm are the top of his kink list. Nothing makes him go quite as glass eyed and stupid as being told he has to earn his orgasms and then, even when he does earn them, one slip up of being bratty and... oh, isn't that unfortunate? Maybe Daddy will have to add another week onto your stay in that chastity cage. Isn't that sad, Hugh?
He'll absolutely try to make it up to you by slobbering on your dick, but you just make him blush and squirm, acting like it does nothing for you by degrading him, saying he's not pleasing you. He's all enthusiasm, no finesse. And, fuck, look at the mess you're making! C'mon, step up, Ransom. You're not making a good case for yourself.
That really lights the fire under his ass, leaving him pouting, lower lip wobbling, and teary-eyed. Determined to brat harder until he just... breaks. Sobbing and shaking and clinging to you, begging for forgiveness. He's trying so hard! It's not faaair!
Thanks for the ask! 😘
#asks#ransom drysdale#ransom x reader#x reader#ransom x male!reader#x male!reader#ransom drysdale x male!reader#idk how to tag x reader stuff lmao#sub ransom#dom reader#fandomfluffandfuck
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Across the Spider-verse still good third time around
#Ella face#Ella life#also THANK GOD FOR CHEAP TUESDAY TICKETS AND RECLINER SEATS#I would not have been able to make it without the recliners bc I'm still recovering from gall bladder surgery#still sad about there being a huge family stalling the counter so I couldn't ask for a closed caption screen thing#bc I would LOVE to have subtitles and I've never had closed captions at a movie theater so I was excited to see that as an option#but you have to ask a cinema worker to get the thing and also have to hand over some ID so they can hold it as ransom#so you bring back the closed caption thing#like it sounds a bit of a hassle but still cool#I can't wait for subs and I hope they translate the Spanish and not just have [speaking Spanish]
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#between this and Yota telling Guta to write the ransom letter... this is why I headcanon Yota's illiterate or just sub-literate#Palm Town#Maple Town#cat brothers#مدينة النخيل#(oh and when he seemed to scrutinize a medical report but failed to read anything and just made a paper plane)#Lamees' gifs#gif#Guta#Yota#Patty Rabbit#Patty Hope Rabbit#Rolley Cocker#Joey Terrier
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Taken
Theodore Nott x Reader
Summary: You never believed in the stories of abductions happening to mafia heiresses, but when it happens to you everything changes. Theo had calculated his moves with you carefully and capturing you at the perfect time. You learn quickly what his motives are with you…and you aren’t against them in the least.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, CHARS 18+, DARK THEMES!, mafia!theo, dom!theo, mafiaboss!theo, mafia au, abduction, slight coercion, choking, slapping, gunplay/gunkink, rough sex, manipulation, dom&sub, toxic themes overall, Theo obsessing over us and destroying us but he’s in the mafia
You’d always heard the stories: the heiress of a Mafia boss…abducted for her fortune and held for ransom. You never believed it could happen to you. After all, you were always careful. Your father had made sure you were constantly surrounded by bodyguards. But now…here you were. Taken from your own bedroom in the dead of night. Tied up in some random basement. How was this even possible? This was your worst nightmare coming to life.
The coarse fabric of the bag over your head was itchy against your delicate skin. You tried to keep your breathing steady under the material, but your heart was racing with fear and adrenaline. Who were these guys? The weight of the unknown pressed down on you as the men spoke in a foreign language. Their voices were too low to understand, the only word you could make out was a singular curse in Italian. “-Cazzo”
You tugged at the ropes binding your wrists, the fibers biting into your skin. You tried to steady yourself, Taking yet another deep breath. But the sound of footsteps on the floor startled you. Most of the men left the room but you could hear the sounds of chain jewelry rattling together. You weren’t alone.
The bag was finally ripped off your head, revealing none other than Theodore Nott. One of the most notable members of a rival mafia organization. His cold and calculating gaze met yours. He let out a low chuckle while leaning against the brick wall, smoothly crossing one leg over the other. "Well well…well," His voice mixed with amusement and danger. "Look who we have here…Little miss heiress….caught like a rabbit in a trap."
You tried to keep your expression collected, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you squirm. But you knew that he held all of the cards– tall, broad, muscular… and handsome. The sharp all black suit he wore only emphasized his intimidating yet seductive presence. "What do you want, Nott?" you gritted out, struggling against the ropes that held your dainty wrists behind the chair.
His lips curled into a cruel smile. "Oh, bella…don't play dumb with me. You know exactly why I've got you here." Theo paced the room slowly, circling you like a predator sizing up its prey, wanting to play his games with you first. But even if you didn’t show it, you were filled with nothing but confusion. Why me? The two of you had never met formally but you’d heard of him of course. You kept quiet at first, squinting your eyes up to his.
"You think your little daddy can protect you?…. Don't be so naive." Theo taunted as His hand reached out to grasp your chin roughly, forcing your gaze to his. That icy stare of his etching into you, for some reason making your heart flutter. What the fuck?
You tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong, his fingers digging into the softness of your face. "Let me go, Nott," you spat, your voice coming out almost growl-like. A rush of four different emotions starting to pump within you. Confusion, anxiety, anger, and…arousal. Why the hell am I feeling turned on by this? By him?
Theodore chuckled again, his eyes darkening with malice. "Oh, you're feisty…I like that." He released your chin, his hand trailing along your jaw, tracing a path until his thumb brushed over your lower lip. For a split second his cold glare softened as if he was admiring you….your beauty.
"I bet your father would pay a pretty penny to get you back…But I'm not interested in money. I want something much…much more valuable." he murmured, his voice low, hinting with something of danger. Your brows furrowed, once again unsure of where this was heading.
He leaned closer, his face mere inches from yours. You could smell the faint scent of his cologne, something rich and woody. His darkened stare trailed down your neck, lingering on the rapid beating of your pulse. Obviously, you were nervous…but there was something else too. You swallowed hard and tried to keep your voice steady before repeating yourself. “What…what do you want?”
Theodore let his thumb play at your lower lip, caressing it before pulling it away, towering over you. He found this all too amusing as another deep laugh escaped his throat, letting it fade into a sigh. “You.” He growled out with a need, your eyes widening with surprise. Me? The fuck? Was this really happening? “I’m not under-“ Your words were cut off by Theo’s, a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips.
“-Ti voglio, Tesoro.” The Italian slipped through his lips with ease, his smirk only growing wider. But you? You weren’t having it…not yet. A brow shot up as annoyance painted your face. “I don’t speak Italian, Nott.” You spoke through gritted teeth, trying to keep that power you always held together so well. But It seemed to crumble under his presence. You saw Theodore's jaw clench, clearly getting irritated with your behavior.
“I really have to spell it out for you…Don’t I, ereditiera?” He shoved his anger down, swallowing it whole for the time being while he teased the Italian nickname for heiress. But still, you were unamused, rolling your eyes in the usual bratty manner. Theo started to pace around you once more, his internal hunger only growing.
“…I…”
One of his hands dropped to your exposed shoulder, pushing over the silk strap of your nightgown. But you weren’t hating this, not at all. Your gaze following his every movement.
“…Want…”
His face grew closer to the crook of your neck, his breath hot on your skin. This sheer move causing goosebumps to prickle down your body. Fuck…he was attractive…would it be so bad?
“…You…”
He finally spoke the truth, the real reason for your abduction. It wasn’t for money nor for fortune. It was all for you. You could feel your chest rise and fall with each breath you took while he grazed his hands down your arm, swiftly untying your now bruised wrists. Hissing from the blood flowing back to them you turned your head back to meet his blueish eyes.
“You….you want me?” You asked softly, feeling your heart thump against your chest. Theodore bit his lower lip subtly but before he could get another word out, you spoke again, keeping that breathy manner. “…In what way?” You asked him, your eyes flickering up between his. I could escape…run..but hell…now I don’t want to.
“Well…I could tell you…” Theo stalked back around to the front of you, his hands trailing across your exposed flesh while he knelt in front of you. Now running his rough hands up your bare thighs, underneath the silk pajama. “-Or…I could show you…your choice, Cara Mia.”
With the options he gave you, there was only one choice you wanted. Fucking hell, show me. Nodding your head slowly you felt him start to press kisses up your leg. “…Show me…” You whispered as Theo parted your thighs, his gaze met with your leaking cunt. Fuck…I wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Good fucking girl, ereditiera”
He groaned, his eyes fixated on your pussy finding nothing but perfection in it. He snaked his hand to his back, grabbing his Matte Black pistol and wiggling it in front of you with a mischievous grin. Your heart sunk. Fuck was I wrong about this? Is he going to kill me? Theo could tell you were spiraling in your mind, laughing under his breath and shaking his head. “I’m not going to hurt you with it…”
A sigh of relief freed from your lips but now you were met with confusion again. Then what the fuck is he going to do with a gun? You tilted your head to the side, cocking a brow at him. “Then…what are-“ He cut you off once more, his tongue gliding across the inside of his cheek while he teased the pistol up your inner thigh. “I’m going to fuck you with it.” His tone was alluring, slowly dragging you to the darkest and filthiest places of his mind. And soon enough? Pleasure.
“O-okay” Choking your words out, you agreed to it. The danger of it fueling the arousal within you. Theo didn’t hesitate any longer once you had given him the green light. He teased the muzzle of the gun at your wetness. The cool slick metal causing you to shudder from under it. “Breathe, Tesoro.” He mumbled before slowly pushing the barrel into your entrance, your head tilting back as you took in the foreign object. Inch by inch, he pushed the pistol in deeper just until the trigger touched around your hole.
Theodore dragged the gun in and out of you slowly at first, letting you adjust to the difference. But fuck, your little whimpers were already driving him mad. His lips fell onto your mound, smacking little kisses across it. “How’s that feel, ereditiera? How’s it feel being fucked by my gun?” Theo asked in a taunting tone, pumping the barrel faster than before. You never expected to feel this fucking sensational by being fucked with a gun, yet here you were.
“It feels-Fuck!… It feels amazing…” You shuddered, biting back a loud moan just as Theo’s lips found their way to your swollen little bud. Sucking on it with an aching need while he continued to pump that cold metal inside of you, your wetness coating around the black barrel. He could see it…feel it…taste it. The sheer amount of pleasure he was providing you. “I see I’ve found my new addiction….Cum for me.” Theodore demanded into your soaked flesh, knowing you were on the brink of climax.
The risk of it. The taboo of it. The spontaneity. This was something you could only ever read in books, yet here you were. In a position you could only dream of. The foreign sensation mixed with Theo sucking on your clit like a starved man was sending your body into overdrive. A pulsating, vibrating need coursed through your veins as your body complied with Theo’s words. Your juices spilling onto his gun while he watched it progressively get more soaked. Your moans you tried oh so badly to hide were slipping freely from your lips now.
“The noises you make are incredible…” he husked out, his deep voice rugged as he slowly withdrew the pistol. A dragged-out whimper escaped from your throat as the afterglow began to hit you. Theodore stood up, unbuttoning his shirt quickly before letting it drop to expose his chiseled torso. He then moved over to his pants, unbuckling his belt and shuffling them right off, Theo’s massive length popping out fully erect, clearly turned on by what had just happened. He took his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly while his precum coated it. You were still trying to catch your breath, your legs already starting to shake from post-orgasm bliss. “…But…I want to hear those noises while I destroy you with my cock.”
You threw off your silk nightgown, tossing it to the concrete floor and leaving you fully exposed to Theo. His pupils dilated with desire as he strode toward you. Immediately picking you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “P-please….please fuck me.” You gasped just as he teased the tip of his length at your slick entrance. A groan of approval came out from Theo. He wanted you. Craved you. Needed you.
“I love to hear those sweet lips of yours beg for me.”
With that, he slammed himself deep inside of you. Not giving you any time to adjust to his huge throbbing cock. The feeling was almost spiritual-like, sending you into another dimension of pure ecstasy. Your fingers found their way into his locks, tugging at them teasingly. But Theo fucking loved it, his grunts with each thrust getting louder by the second. “ereditiera….you feel so-cazzo….so good-so fucking wet and tight for me.”
Your wet walls clenched around his cock as you slammed your lips to his, huffing into each other's mouths at this point. The sounds of groans and slapping of wet skin echoed around the dark basement. This kiss, this sex…it was as if it ignited your entire bodies, fusing into one. I have never experienced something like this before…Theo’s nails dug into the skin of your ass cheeks, helping you bounce on his cock right as he slammed you up against the brick wall. One hand remained on your now marked-up ass but the other snaked its way up to your neck, wrapping around your throat in the perfect amount of pressure. You never understood desire, that was until Theo’s hand was wrapped around your throat.
“T-Theo…I’m so close-fuck!…. Can I….can I please-“ Theo’s hand squeezed your throat a bit harder, causing your eyes to roll back. Again right on the edge of your sweet release. “Don’t hold back….finish…for me. Right fucking now.” With that, he tugged his hand away from your throat, bringing it up to give you two slaps across the apples of your cheeks. A yelp grasping from your lips, your moans turning into screams of pleasure. Fuck…I really liked this..a little too much. Fuck.
Theo railed into you forcefully, his precum already leaking and dripping right along your cervix. He was close too but he wanted you-no….needed you to finish again. Wanting to see how HE made you feel. The power he held from seeing you squirm, moan, cum….from him. Your tired body erupted into overwhelming pleasure. Your wetness squirting out onto Theo’s shaft and the sound of it trickling onto the hard floor. “Fuck…that’s mia ragazza. Cumming all over me-Fuck!” He growled, pushing his cock as deep as he could inside of you, feeling it throb within your pussy.
A mess, you were a mess. Small little marks covering your body. You were barely hanging onto Theo as he mercilessly pounded into your limp body, not holding back. “I’m going to fill up that juicy little cunt-fill it with my seed” his voice held that domineering tone that seemed to never stray away, Theodore thrusted inside of you a few more times before jolting himself against your body. Groaning through his gritted teeth as his seed exploded inside of you. Feeling the warmth of it spread and drip out the sides of his dick.
His length slipped out of you with ease, his sticky cum slowly dripping between your thighs before he shifted you over in his arms to carry you bridal style. He had worn you out and it was evident by your body's reaction. He stroked your hair, brushing it out of your face while he walked you two to a nearby bathroom. “Fully mine…You are fully mine now. Marked up by me…filled by my seed. Mine.” He whispered but those once cold eyes seemed to soften as he fixated his gaze on yours.
Theo wanted to care for you now, making sure you were alright. But at those words you couldn’t help but lazily smile, hearing the sound of water pebbling before he helped you into the marble walk-in shower. “Am I?” You teased slowly as you felt the hot water bead down your body, even tired, showing that bratty side that Theo oh so adored. He chuckled, grabbing some soap as he helped clean you up. Carefully tracing his hands around your entire body, taking his time to not miss a single section and to also provide you with relaxation. “Yes, ereditiera….You are.”
Perhaps you had been taken, kidnapped against your will….but slowly you were starting to see Theodore Nott in a new light. He had a softness to him. A yearning to protect you, to please you, to be with you. For now, he may have taken you sexually, giving you a desire for new things you couldn't even fathom before, but…soon enough he would also take your heart.
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Will u ever go back to doing more sub ransom or he is done as a character you write about? Love ur writings and ur Dennis fics!
None of my characters are necessarily "done" or anything 😄 I just kinda go through the motions of writing for certain characters as I feel like it! I'm open to continuing to write for sub!Ransom and any other characters, it's just a matter of whether or not I feel motivated or inspired to!
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