#sugar baby!ransom drysdale

[slothspaghettiwrites]

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."

[witchywithwhiskey]

an afternoon of pumpkin picking

pairing: sugar daddy!ransom drysdale x sugar baby!female reader

summary: you've convinced your sugar daddy to take you pumpkin picking—despite his reservations about spending any amount of time on a farm—and the perfectly autumnal date takes a turn when deeper feelings come to light.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, smut, unprotected sex, masturbation (f), guided masturbation, piv sex, outdoor sex, creampie, filming/recording/taking sexual photos, oral sex (m receiving), light bdsm, free use, pussy spanking, panty sniffing, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, light degradation, pet names (nixie, baby), love confessions (a bit of idiots in love), aftercare, happy ending, so much fluff

word count: 11.6k

a/n: this fic is inspired by this exchange about various babes as sugar daddies taking their sugar babies on fall dates. i loved the idea of ransom being a little grumpy about going pumpkin picking, and then it morphed into this because i decided i wanted to explore their deeper emotional connection so uh it ended up being a lot longer than i expected. but it's also very cozy and smutty and fluffy and perfect for this time of year!!! anyway, i had fun writing this, so i hope y'all enjoy reading it!!

Can’t believe you talked me into this.

The text from your sugar daddy, Ransom Drysdale, arrived on a brisk September morning as you were getting ready for the perfectly autumnal date you’d convinced him to plan. As you read the message, you could practically hear the affectionate exasperation in his tone, which made you smile to yourself.

It had taken quite a bit of your powers of persuasion to get Ransom Drysdale—the heir to the Blood Like Wine Publishing dynasty and the most blue-blooded Boston man you’d ever met—to agree to take you pumpkin picking out in the “boonies,” as he called anywhere beyond the city limits that wasn’t his “ancestral estate” (also his words). 

But since you’d been seeing him for over a year, you knew all of Ransom’s weaknesses. And you’d used them to make a deal with your sugar daddy.

You’re going to have fun, I promise :) Don’t forget our deal.

You certainly hoped Ransom hadn’t forgotten about the arrangement you’d struck that ended up with him taking you pumpkin picking, especially since it was all you could think about that morning as you got ready and did your hair and makeup. Your thoughts kept straying to the deal you’d made, what you’d given him in exchange for the autumnal date of your dreams. 

Ransom Drysdale was a dealmaker by trade, overseeing all publication acquisitions for Blood Like Wine. So after all your normal methods of persuasion had failed to convince him to take you pumpkin picking, you’d offered him a deal he couldn’t refuse. It was one that you knew you both would enjoy, but Ransom especially since it appealed to his nature. 

A shiver of anticipation ran down your spine as you stood inside the walk-in closet of your Beacon Hill townhouse apartment—the one Ransom paid for, of course. 

It had been a gift when you’d accepted his request to be exclusively his sugar baby. He was the only man in your life anymore, and he’d said he wanted to make sure you were taken care of, so he got you the apartment and set up an allowance to make up for the other relationships you’d had to end.

Truthfully, it had been an incredibly easy decision to accept Ransom’s request. He was easily the youngest and handsomest of any man you’d been a sugar baby to—and if you had the tiniest little crush on him, you’d been certain you’d be able to keep it locked down so you didn’t jeopardize your relationship. 

After all, Ransom had been clear when you first met: He wasn’t looking to fall in love.

Unfortunately for you, over the year that you’d been seeing him exclusively, your crush had blossomed into full-blown feelings. It was hard not to care for the grumpy, sarcastic publishing executive. He made you laugh, he made you feel safe, and the sex with him was better than any you’d ever had.

More than a year into seeing him and it got harder and harder to hide the fact that you cared deeply for him. You wanted to bundle yourself in one of his sweaters and stay with him forever—but you knew you couldn’t let on about your feelings. You didn’t want to risk him finding out and ending your relationship because he feared you were falling in love with him…

Of course, there were other ways your relationship could end.

Your fingers toyed with the sleeve of a sweater hanging in your closet as you thought about your sugar daddy. A pit in your stomach opened wide as you considered, yet again, it was probably inevitable that one day he would grow tired of you and move on to someone else. Even if you didn’t tell him how you felt, he could still leave you.

It was what happened with these kinds of relationships—the men left when they got bored or tired. Or when they wanted to settle down. Or when they fell in love with someone else.

Add to that, you were keenly aware that you were getting old enough that a man as young as Ransom—who was in his 40s—might want to soon trade you in for a newer, younger model. 

The thought broke your heart a little, and you had to push it away. You cut off the entire train of thought, knowing that it would lead nowhere good, especially when your sugar daddy was due to pick you up in just a short time. As you went back to getting ready, in your mind, you repeated your mantra to yourself: You would not love Ransom Drysdale.

It was a lie, of course, but you were hoping that if you said it to yourself enough times it would become true. It hadn’t worked yet, though. 

Thankfully, your phone vibrated, distracting you.

Wear that skirt I like. And one of the sweaters you stole from me.

A huff of an affronted laugh escaped you at the brisk tone of Ransom’s message. You hated it when he barked orders at you like you were one of the interns at his office. Sure, technically you were his employee, but he didn’t have to use that tone—especially before a date.

You assumed he was cranky because he still didn’t want to go pumpkin picking, but that didn’t mean you had to put up with it. Or respond at all. Even if you did follow his orders, since that was part of your deal for the day.

Tossing your phone on your bed without replying, you pulled out the skirt he was referring to from your closet. It was a short, flouncy thing that swished dangerously around your thighs, offering tantalizing teases of your ass to anyone who might be looking at your backside. 

Ransom loved it because it afforded him a sneak peek of what lingerie you were wearing. One of his favorite things to gift you as his sugar baby was lingerie. He loved seeing you in it, touching you in it, fucking you in it. And what he liked most was sneaking a peek of your lingerie from those glimpses beneath your flouncy skirt.

On that September morning, you selected a black satin matching set to wear beneath the skirt, then pulled a maroon sweater from the pile in your closet.

He may have been a spoiled, rich man, but Ransom was a gentleman, and if you were cold, he’d give you his sweater—which was how you’d amassed a small hoard of your sugar daddy’s sweaters. You never could bring yourself to give them back once they made their way into your closet. Nor could you bear to wash them. 

In your loneliest moments, you’d pull on one of Ransom’s sweaters and let the expensive scent of his cologne comfort you. He smelled like whiskey and something spicy—something that matched perfectly with the fall and winter. 

You’d never told anyone about wearing Ransom’s sweaters when you were alone in your Beacon Hill apartment, but your sugar daddy knew you’d collected many of them. 

Ransom didn’t seem to mind, though. Or, at least, he never asked for them back. But sometimes, like that day, he’d ask that you wear one for him. It always sent a special thrill through you to wear your sugar daddy’s sweaters, like it meant he was staking a claim on you that was deeper and more like a typical romantic relationship. 

A giddy, happy smile curled your lips as you got dressed and added jewelry before checking to make sure your hair and makeup were still done to your satisfaction. 

You were just pulling on some black mary jane shoes when your phone chimed with another text. 

Let me see, nixie. 

Your traitorous heart fluttered at the nickname. Most of the sugar daddies you’d had relationships with called you by much more common pet names—sweetheart, honey—if they used them at all. But leave it to Ransom to pull a pet name from obscure European folklore. 

You’d had to look it up after the first time he used it, and when you found out it was a kind of river mermaid who lured men to their deaths, you’d laughed to yourself. Ransom had essentially likened you to a siren, and at the time, you’d wondered if he believed you could lure him to his death. It seemed ridiculous, especially when you were the one in danger of getting their heart broken.

Sometimes, when he used that pet name, you wondered if Ransom liked you as much as you liked him. If that was why he’d chosen it, because he worried you’d hurt him somehow. But that was a dangerous thought and you reminded yourself it would only lead to heartbreak. 

You tried not to have a reaction to the nickname. You tried to stop your heart from fluttering and your lips from curving into a smile. But it was impossible.

So to distract yourself, you did as Ransom had asked in his message. You snapped a quick photo of your outfit—the short, flouncy skirt paired with his maroon sweater and your black mary janes. You’d chosen to forgo tights because September in Massachusetts could get warm, especially with the sun shining as brightly as it was outside your window.

You sent the photo and began gathering your things to wait for Ransom to arrive for your date, but his response came back quicker than you expected.

Pretty, but I want to see it in person. I’m outside.

Your heart gave another flutter at the compliment, then flipped entirely when he said he was outside. Bounding to your bedroom window that overlooked the cobblestone streets of Beacon Hill, you grinned when you saw Ransom’s silver 1972 BMW coupe parked outside your door. 

Ransom might not be as excited for your pumpkin picking date as you were, but he was early. That had to mean something, right? 

You didn’t let that thought flourish any further, pushing it aside as you grabbed your keys and phone and shoved them in the bag you’d picked to match your outfit. Then you were flouncing down the stairs of your townhouse to the front door and pushing through it, pausing only to lock it behind you.

When you turned to the street, you were struck with the sight of Ransom Drysdale leaning against his BMW, a to-go cup of coffee in his hand. Your heart raced and your belly swooped—it felt like your entire body was having a visceral reaction to seeing Ransom dressed in an autumnal outfit that suited him so well.

A golden brown wool coat hung off Ransom’s broad shoulders, slightly obscuring the worn cream-colored cable knit sweater that covered his expansive chest. A purple and gold scarf with some kind of intricate design hung casually around his neck, adding to the look that was completed by dark slacks, brown loafers and a pair of sunglasses with gold rims that matched the rings he wore on his hands.

Despite his sunglasses, you could feel Ransom’s eyes on you and you bit your lip against a giddy grin, worried that your schoolgirl crush on your sugar daddy would show plain as day on your face if you let it slip free. Instead, you gave him an exaggerated onceover before letting out a low whistle of appreciation as you stepped into the narrow sidewalk lining the cobblestone street.

“Quit gawking and c’mere, nixie,” Ransom growled, using his free hand to grab your waist and pull you into him. 

You landed against his broad, muscular chest with a light, “oomph,” and instantly wound your arms around his shoulders, enjoying the way he felt so steady and solid against you. 

“You love it when I check you out, don’t you, daddy?” you teased in a soft voice meant only for him. 

The street wasn’t busy, but it was so narrow that if any of your neighbors had their windows open to let in the crisp September air, they’d easily be able to overhear you. And you didn’t want anyone else hearing you call Ransom ‘daddy’—that was just for him.

“I do,” Ransom admitted in a rumbling voice, matching your low tone. “And I love looking at you in your pretty little outfit I picked out…” He trailed off, ducking down closer to you and nudging your nose to tilt your head back, ghosting his mouth over your lips teasingly when you canted your face to meet his. “But daddy needs a kiss, baby.”

The words were barely past his lips before you were surging up onto your tiptoes and kissing Ransom. He tasted like black coffee and cinnamon, and you couldn’t get enough of it. When his tongue slid across your lower lip seeking entrance, you were helpless to do anything but open for him, moaning softly as he plunged into your mouth.

The kiss had started out chaste enough for the sidewalk of Beacon Hill, but Ransom seemed to be as ravenous as you felt, hooking his arms around your waist and bending you backward with the intensity of his need to devour you. 

It had your head spinning with pleasure, but you still gave him as good as you got, kissing him back with just as much fervor, your leg rising of its own accord to hook around his thigh beneath his open coat.

Gradually, Ransom slowed the kiss until his mouth was decadently nibbling on your lower lip before licking the sting of his teeth away. Then, finally, he pulled away and you were able to drag in a deep breath, trying to get your head on straight as you lowered your leg back to the sidewalk. 

“Get in the car, nixie,” Ransom growled, though there was no anger in his tone, only a desirous heat that you recognized, since it was swirling warmly in the depths of your core. “Before I decide I’d rather take you back inside your apartment and fuck you in nothing but my sweater instead of taking you pumpkin picking.”

His free hand slid down your back and he groped the soft curve of your ass shamelessly over your skirt, right there on the street. Still, you couldn’t help but melt at his rough handling, a gasp escaping as his fingers dug ruthlessly into your flesh. 

For just a second, you debated whether you wanted Ransom to deliver on his threat, but decided against it. The prospect of seeing your sugar daddy going pumpkin picking was too good to pass up.

“Ok, ok, I’m getting in the car,” you huffed on a laugh, your voice breathy in a way you couldn’t help as you squirmed away from Ransom’s groping hand. Your sugar daddy chuckled, but let you go, then turned to open the door of his BMW for you.

He waited until you were settled on the soft leather seat, your seatbelt buckled across your lap, then leaned into the car and handed you the coffee he’d been holding. You took it with no small amount of surprise, having assumed it was his own coffee.

“For you, your favorite,” he murmured before brushing a kiss to your temple. “I’m sorry for being short with you this morning.”

A stunned expression froze on your face, his words spinning around in your mind so loudly, you barely heard the thump of the car door closing. Your eyes flicked up to watch Ransom cross in front of the car, your heart racing like you’d just sprinted an entire marathon.

It was then that you knew, unequivocally, without any doubt, that you loved Ransom Drysdale. 

Your sugar daddy slid smoothly into the driver’s seat and pulled his door shut before glancing at you. You gave him a weak smile, trying to hid the fact that you felt like a bomb had just been dropped inside your heart, and his expression twisted into one of annoyance.

“Don’t tell me they fucked up your drink,” he fumed, shoving his keys in the ignition and starting his BMW. He threw an arm around the back of your seat, his chest close enough to your shoulder that you could feel the warmth radiating from him as he carefully backed up, then maneuvered onto the street. All the while, he was muttering, “It’s a fucking pumpkin spice latte, they must make thousands of them a day. How can they fuck it up?”

When he merged into traffic at the end of the street heading in the direction of the local coffee shop, Ransom finally pulled his arm away from the back of your seat. You grabbed his hand before he could put it back on the wheel, squeezing it to get his attention.

“The latte’s fine, Ran—it’s perfect,” you assured him, even though you hadn’t taken a sip yet. Some of the anger drained from his expression and he executed a u-turn to turn in the other direction of the coffee shop, but his jaw was still ticking with annoyance and you searched for an explanation that wasn’t the truth. When you couldn’t think of anything else, you blurted, “I was just surprised you remembered my favorite coffee.”

“Of course I remembered,” he said after a moment of silence. His voice was gruff, like he didn’t know what to do with his sweet gesture being addressed so directly, but his mood seemed to lighten, his annoyance forgotten. Slipping his hand from your fingers, he settled his palm firmly on your thigh, giving you a playful squeeze as he shot you a smirk. “Though I don’t think that sugary nonsense should really be called coffee,” he snarked, giving your leg another squeeze to let you know he was only teasing.

You huffed an exasperated laugh and settled your free hand on top of his, holding onto him while he drove skillfully through the busy streets of Boston, heading toward the city limits. 

Ransom’s joke washed away the remnants of whatever tension your revelation, and your need to hide it from him, had caused between the two of you. Of course, you still felt the knowledge that you loved him hovering at the edge of your mind, but it was easy to sink into Ransom’s comforting presence and, if not entirely forget about it, at least more easily pretend you didn’t know you were in love with your sugar daddy.

On the drive, you made conversation with Ransom, asking him about his work and his family. He’d spent time with them the previous weekend and hadn’t seen you as a result. But he skipped quickly over the family party he’d attended and instead focused on telling you about some of the books he’d acquired for Blood Like Wine. 

You didn’t like Ransom’s family, based on what little you knew about them. And you didn’t feel even a little bit bad about it because you were certain they’d never like you, especially considering how you’d met Ransom. But it still made you sad to think about him facing them alone. Your heart thumped with sympathy and you curled your fingers more possessively around his hand on your thigh.

Ransom shot you a lopsided smile and turned the conversation around on you, asking about what books you’d been reading, and how the rest of your hobbies were going. He didn’t need to ask about your work because he’d made sure you didn’t need a job other than keeping him company—and especially didn’t need any other sugar daddies. 

So you told him about what you were reading and all the other things you did to occupy your time while he listened and asked questions. He especially loved hearing your opinions on the Blood Like Wine books he’d acquired. 

A little over an hour outside the city, Ransom’s BMW pulled into a gravel driveway beside a large sign that read Johnson’s Family Farm. There were smaller signs lining the drive advertising the farm’s apple orchards, hayrides, farm stand, and, of course, the pumpkin patch. 

Beyond the windows of Ransom’s BMW, you could see the farm sprawling out toward the distant horizon, plenty of picturesque little red buildings and beautiful fields filled with various fruits and vegetables. But there was something off about the farm, and it took you a moment to realize what it was: The whole place was deserted. 

It was a little early in the day, just after lunch time, but you were still surprised by how empty the parking lot was. And you didn’t even see any workers, or cars that might belong to them. It was just Ransom’s BMW and the deserted farm.

“Where is everyone?” you asked, turning in your seat to Ransom. “Are you sure they’re open?” It was the weekend, they must’ve been open, but you couldn’t make sense of why no one was there.

Ransom snorted, giving you a devious smirk as he put the car in park and turned it off. 

“I bought out the farm for a couple hours, it’s just us and the pumpkins, nixie,” he explained, squeezing your thigh one last time before stepping out of the car and rounding the front to open your door for you. 

You stepped out onto the gravel in a bit of a daze, still shocked by his words. You knew Ransom was wealthy—he was a high-level executive at one of the most successful prestige publishers in the country, not to mention the money he inherited from his family—but him buying out an entire farm just for your date was one of the most extravagant things he’d ever done. Your mind reeled as you tried to fathom how much that would even cost.

Ransom curled a finger beneath your chin and tipped your face up to look at him. He’d taken off his sunglasses, so you were met with the sight of his sparkling blue eyes. Paired with his devastatingly handsome smirk, your knees instantly went weak and your mouth parted in a wordless plea for him to kiss you.

He dropped a quick peck to your lips that was over too soon and swept his thumb across your cheek in a soothing gesture, your surprise melting into happiness as you realized you got to have Ransom all to yourself on your date. 

“C’mon, nixie, did you really think I’d agree to go pumpkin picking—to go tromping through the dirt on a farm,” he scoffed, his tone warm even if it was a little derisive. “And deal with hordes of screaming children and their families?” 

Ransom raised an eyebrow at you and you couldn’t help but snort a laugh as you rolled your eyes. You didn’t even need to answer, because of course Ransom wouldn’t want to deal with anyone else while he was enduring the absolute torture of going pumpkin picking. But then his next words distracted you from thinking about how spoiled he was.

“Besides, I haven’t forgotten our deal. I have plans for you, and we needed the farm all to ourselves for them,” he teased, his smirk turning impish as he ducked down and captured your lips in another quick kiss. 

Your heart was racing with excitement, your mind turning over his words and wondering what he could have planned for you while Ransom grabbed your hand and led you into the farm. You shook your head to clear it of all the naughty thoughts that had popped into your mind, and focused on your sugar daddy, who was following the signs toward the pumpkin patch with a grim acceptance in his expression.

The September sun was warm on your shoulders, but there was a cool breeze, the lingering chill of the morning clinging to the day and you curled around Ransom’s arm while you walked. You tried to distract your sugar daddy from the eventuality of leaving the nice dirt path to wade into the pumpkin patch by chattering about fond memories you had of going apple picking and exploring corn mazes with friends when you were younger. 

When you got to the area where you could pick your own pumpkins, Ransom paused at the edge, using your clasped hands to pull you to a stop alongside him. Your chatter cut off mid-sentence and you looked curiously to your sugar daddy, finding his brows lowered over his stormy blue eyes as he considered the haphazard spread of soft soil, scattered hay and orange pumpkins.

“I still don’t really see the point of this,” he muttered, giving the pumpkin patch a dubious look.

You couldn’t help but smile, thinking Ransom looked younger than his years in that moment—like a kid who was being introduced to something new and didn’t trust that they were going to like it. 

You curled into Ransom’s chest, your arms twining around his neck while his settled easily around your waist. You looked up at him and waited to speak until he dragged his gaze from the pumpkin patch behind you to meet your eyes.

“Normally, the point would be to take some pumpkins home and carve them,” you explained patiently. Ransom narrowed his eyes on you suspiciously, as if he believed you were going to try to convince him to do such an unfathomably pedestrian thing, and the corners of your mouth flickered as you suppressed an even wider smiler. “But something tells me even my powers of persuasion aren’t strong enough to get you to do that.”

Ransom only snorted, his eyes flicking disdainfully to the pumpkins over your shoulder then back at you. “Definitely not.” 

But there was a curiosity buried deep in his gaze, and you wondered if one day—if you were together long enough—he might be willing to try some pumpkin carving. 

Surprisingly, you could picture it. Ransom with his worn, threadbare sweater sleeves rolled up to his elbows, grimacing as he yanked pumpkin guts from inside a big, orange gourd. It almost made you giggle to think about.

Instead, you shook your head to clear the image from your thoughts, not wanting to get your hopes up that Ransom would be a fixture in your life long enough that you could convince him to carve pumpkins with you. 

Although, maybe if you offered to blow him while he did… You shook your head again and met Ransom’s curious gaze, giving him a bright smile that was only a little bit fake.

“Then we can just pick out a couple pumpkins for my front steps,” you said sunnily, bouncing up onto your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to Ransom’s cheek. “They’re pretty decorations whether we carve them or not.” 

You began to pull away, intent on starting your search for the perfect pumpkins, but Ransom’s arms tightened around your waist, like he didn’t want to let go yet.

“You’d be a much prettier decoration than any of these gourds, nixie,” he murmured, and you turned your face to him in surprise at the gruffness in his tone. There was some emotion laced through his voice that you couldn’t place, and before you could puzzle it out, Ransom’s mouth caught yours, sending your thoughts scattering as he kissed you deeply.

When you finally broke away for a breath, your body was buzzing with awareness of Ransom’s and a warmth that had nothing to do with the bright September sun had bloomed between your thighs. You had half a mind to drag Ransom back to the car and have him do something about what he’d started, but you were determined to go pumpkin picking. 

Pushing aside the distracting hum of desire filling your body, you pulled away from Ransom’s warmth and began carefully stepping through the pumpkin patch. The smell of earth and the distinct scent of pumpkins surrounded you, calming some of the buzzy heat Ransom had stirred up, and you were able to focus on your search for the perfect pumpkins.

Once Ransom got over the fact that he would have to walk through the dirt in his nice loafers—which took a few moments of complaining—he began picking his way through the pumpkins. He kept calling out to you when he’d found one that was particularly deformed or ugly in some way, trying to claim they had “character.” But you knew he was just being a pest to make you laugh and smile.

To his credit, he was making you laugh, and the smile on your face was so wide it hurt a little. 

Every time he held up a terrible pumpkin like it was a prize catch, you shook your head at him, but your laughter echoed across the fields of the farm. And you couldn’t help but notice that Ransom seemed to be having fun, too, his own smile staying fixed on his handsome face as you both made your way through the pumpkin patch.

“What about this one?” Ransom called, from a little ways away, having wandered off in a different direction. “Now this is a pumpkin.”

You stood up from where you’d been bent over, looking at some moderately sized pumpkins to find Ransom standing beside a massive orange thing. It was almost as high as Ransom’s waist, tipped on its side, but as you looked harder, something about it seemed off.

First, it was clearly meant to be part of a display set up by the farm, since it stood in front of an artfully arranged stack of hay bales that were topped with smaller pumpkins. The rest of the field stretched out behind the setup, and you suspected it had been constructed in an attempt to give visitors to the farm a photo op, where families or groups of friends could pose for the perfect autumnal pictures. 

But as you walked closer to Ransom, and smoothed your hands over the large pumpkin, you realized something else was off about the gourd.

“Ran,” you started dryly, cutting your eyes to him, finding him admiring the pumpkin. “This isn’t a real pumpkin—it’s fake, for the photo op,” you said, waving your hand at the whole display.

Ransom seemed confused for a moment, then looked at the bales of hay arranged behind it as if he was seeing them for the first time. Since you were closer, you could see a little sign that had the name of the farm tacked into the hay, and had to give it to Johnson’s Family Farm—they seemed to know what they were doing.

“Figures the first pumpkin I actually like is fake,” Ransom muttered, turning to you and wrapping his arms around your waist as he curled his big body around yours. 

You bit your lip against a laugh and stroked your fingers through his soft brown hair. “Don’t worry, Ran, I’m sure we’ll find something you like.” 

His thick arms squeezed you tight and for a moment, the two of you just stood there, holding onto one another. It was a sweet moment—until Ransom’s hands began to wander down your back, stroking down your spine to the swell of your ass. But he didn’t stop there. His hands slid further down and under your skirt, groping your thighs shamelessly and kneading the soft flesh of your ass.

“Remind me again about the deal we made, nixie,” Ransom rumbled, his tone thick with lust as he used his big hands to pull you closer, his bulge pressing into your stomach. 

Your mind was swimming with desire, your body arched into the bigger form of your sugar daddy, but you managed to remember the words of the agreement you’d made—the one that had finally convinced Ransom it would be worth it to take you pumpkin picking.

“I have to do everything you say,” you recited the terms of your deal, your voice breathless with excitement. “And you can do anything you want with me.”

Ransom made a rumbling sound deep in his chest, the vibrations teasing your nipples through your sweater and sheer lingerie. Your breasts felt heavy, aching to be touched, but you kept your arms around Ransom’s broad shoulders, waiting to see what he’d do. 

“I think it’s time for you to pay up, baby,” Ransom murmured, walking you backward until your ass collided with the big, fake pumpkin. “I wanna take some pictures of my pretty sugar baby on the biggest pumpkin in the patch.” 

The plastic was cold against your bare thighs and you sucked in a gasp, your body tensing in Ransom’s grip.

He seemed to understand your plight, though, because he uncurled himself from around your body—after giving your ass a lingering squeeze. 

Straightening, Ransom’s eyes caught yours, his blue gaze sparkling with mischief and a smirk playing at the edge of his mouth as he shrugged out of his wool coat. He swung it around behind you, laying it down on the pumpkin before his hands fell to your hips.

“Need a boost?” he asked, his lips curving into a deviously handsome smirk as his hands settled on your hips.

Truthfully, you didn’t need the help. The pumpkin was only a little higher than your ass, and you could have easily hopped up onto it. But arousal was slinking through your body, making you feel heavy and achy and you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have Ransom’s hands on you for a little longer.

“Yes, please, daddy,” you said sweetly, giving Ransom your most charming smile and enjoying the way his eyes darkened at the honorific. 

Ransom pressed close to you, his expensive cologne filling your senses as he pinned you against the pumpkin under the guise of helping you. But you could feel the hard, thick length in his slacks digging into your soft belly and you knew he was enjoying the excuse to hold you just as much as you were. 

Slowly, he eased you up onto the pumpkin, the wool of his coat scratchy against the back of your bare thighs, but much warmer and softer than the cold plastic of the decoration. 

When he settled you right where he wanted you, it took all your self-control not to spread your legs for Ransom. You bit your lip against a sultry smile and kept your legs closed, trying to look nice for the photos he was going to take.

Still, you couldn’t help but murmur a breathy, “Thank you, daddy,” that had your blood running even hotter through your veins. 

Ransom seemed just as affected as you, but he managed to hold himself together, dropping a quick kiss to your lips before rumbling, “Good girl, nixie.” 

Then he was stepping away, taking his warmth and delicious scent with him as he retreated a few paces and pulled out his phone. You arranged yourself in a pretty pose on the pumpkin, smiling for Ransom’s camera, and adjusting your legs or arms or the tilt of your head as he asked. 

You’d been a little worried that giving Ransom free reign to order you around would lead to him barking commands at you like you were a dog. But he’d taken your words about not liking being talked to like that to heart—no doubt helped by the reminder of his text going unanswered that morning—and he kept his voice warm and light as he guided you through the poses he wanted for the photos he was taking.

It was more fun than you expected. You’d never done any kind of photoshoot, and you found yourself enjoying Ransom’s gentle commands helping you pose for him. He took so many photos of you perched on that fake pumpkin, you began to wonder what he planned to do with them. 

But then his directions took a new turn, and you couldn’t help the smirk that curved your lips.

“Now spread your legs,” Ransom urged, bending down so he was crouched in the field, being careful not to let his pants touch the dirt. “Put your feet up—yeah, just like that.” Ransom’s eyes sparkled in the bright September sunshine as he watched you shift into the pose he wanted, his mouth pulled wide in a wolfish grin. “Let daddy see what’s under that pretty skirt of yours.”

Leaning back on your hands, you lifted your knees and spread them wide, balancing precariously on top of the big, fake pumpkin. Your skirt fell around your hips, baring your black silk panties for Ransom’s camera. Even a few paces away, you could hear his inhale of breath when he got his first glimpse of the thin slip of fabric barely covering your glistening slit. 

Excited thrills zipped through your body, more wetness gathering between your thighs as you watched Ransom’s blue eyes darken. Your pussy was so close to being on full display in broad daylight, and even though you knew the farm was deserted, the possibility of somehow being caught still made the tension in you crackle deliciously. 

But that was the fun of following Ransom’s orders—you’d known from the moment you offered it up for the deal that he would have you doing something naughty. You just hoped, as your core ached to be filled, that your sugar daddy would end the teasing soon and fuck you over the pumpkin he had you sitting on.

“Rub your pussy, baby,” Ransom rumbled, his voice pitching lower. “Let me see you make a mess of your pretty panties—all for me.”

His tone was drenched in a desire that made you even wetter, your body responding to his voice alone. You were so gone for him, you didn’t even care that no other man had ever made you wet just from his voice. You just wanted him to keep talking—keep ordering you to do more filthy things. 

Putting all your weight on one hand, you slipped the other between your thighs, using two fingers to rub your clit through your black silk panties. You suspected they were expensive, just like all the lingerie Ransom had gifted you, but you didn’t think about how much they cost. You only stared into Ransom’s camera and let your eyes go heavy-lidded, your mouth dropping open in a silent moan as pleasure pulsed through your body.

“Good girl, nixie,” Ransom purred, shifting closer but staying down on his haunches. Soft clicks of a camera shudder came from his phone as he took photo after photo, capturing the way your fingers dipped down to your slit and pushed your panties ever so slightly into your dripping hole. “Fuck—yeah, just like that, rub that pretty pussy like a good little slut for daddy.”

A whimper slipped from your lips and a shudder wracked your whole body at the pleasure that suffused your entire being. Your fingers teased your wet slit while Ransom watched, his phone camera trained on you while he took photos of your lewd actions. It was headier than you would’ve expected, your thoughts scattering as your hips rocked gently, pressing your cunt against your fingers instinctively.

“Daddy, ‘m so empty,” you wailed softly, pushing your fingers into your pussy through your panties, whining desperately when they couldn’t go deep enough. The black satin was soaked in your juices, feeling good as it slipped against your wet lower lips, but you hated it in that moment because it was the only thing stopping you from being filled. “P-please, daddy!”

One of Ransom’s hands dropped from his phone to palm his dick through his pants, and you whimpered louder with a wordless plea. You opened your eyes wider and pouted your lips, imploring him to put you out of your misery—either by giving you another order, or by sinking his fat cock into your aching pussy.

Ransom’s features darkened with desire, his handsome face twisting into an expression that was almost a scowl as he rose from his crouch to tower over where you were perched. Your own expression lightened and turned hopeful, sure he was going to tuck his phone away and fill you up, but instead, he chuckled darkly. 

Skimming his free hand down your inner thigh, he groped you briefly, your skin tingling everywhere he touched. But then he ignored your pussy entirely and instead tugged on the hem of your sweater.

“Pull up your shirt, nixie, show me your slutty body,” Ransom rasped, his voice hoarse with his own need while he palmed his dick again, keeping his phone camera trained on you.

You whined and squirmed pathetically at the quick tease of his touch, but followed his order all the same. You tugged the hem of your sweater up, catching it between your teeth to keep it from falling down again before you went back to rubbing your pussy. 

You knew how you must’ve looked—your legs spread wide, your shirt pulled up to show off both parts of your black silk matching set and your hand pressed between your thighs, rubbing your pussy shamelessly. You must’ve looked like a perfect little whore for Ransom, and by the way his eyes sparkled and his mouth curved into a satisfied smirk, he loved it.

“Good girl, nixie,” he murmured, soft clicks of the camera shutter coming from his phone as he took even more photos while he stood over you. “You’re such a good little slut for me, baby, such a perfectly obedient girl.” His eyes flicked from his phone screen to your eyes. “Doesn’t it feel good to do everything daddy tells you?” 

With the soft cotton of your sweater in your mouth, you couldn’t speak, so you nodded, holding Ransom’s gaze as you did so. You wanted him to see it was the truth—it did feel good to do what he told you. Because you trusted him. You knew he’d never tell you to do anything that might hurt you. 

Something shifted in Ransom’s eyes as he read your expression—something that looked a lot like surprise melting into a profound awareness that seemed to frighten him. As you watched, his eyes hardened just a little bit, the hand holding his phone dropping out of the way as he stared at you intensely.

“Are you sure you can handle it, sugar baby, doing everything I tell you?” he asked, a harshness in his tone that spoke to an underlying animosity you knew wasn’t truly directed at you. 

You realized all of a sudden that you’d tipped your hand. You’d shown Ransom you trusted him, and, in the process, shown him that your feelings for him were deeper than they should be between a sugar baby their sugar daddy. His question was a challenge, and an offering of an escape at the same time. 

But, for all that you’d avoided showing Ransom how you truly felt about him, you simply couldn’t run away from him. If you’d been able to do that, you would’ve parted ways with your sugar daddy already. 

So you held Ransom’s glinting blue gaze and nodded resolutely. His expression hardened further. 

“Spank your pussy,” Ransom growled, his voice sounding as rough as the gravel in the farm’s parking lot. “Show me what a dirty little slut you are and slap your cunt as hard as you can.” 

Your whole body quivered with anticipation as you drew back your hand from your wet, puffy pussy. Your silk panties were soaking wet, and you knew the flimsy fabric wouldn’t protect your sensitive slit from the sting of the spank, but Ransom gave you an order, and you intended to follow it—to show him how much you trusted him, and cared for him.

Using the flat of your fingers, you slapped your cunt as Ransom instructed, as hard as you could manage. Electrifying pain streaked through your body, making you cry out and arch violently on the pumpkin you were perched on, your other hand gripping tightly to Ransom’s wool coat to keep you balanced. A deep, blazing pleasure nipped at the sensation’s heels and your cry devolved quickly into a debauched moan that was muffled by the sweater in your mouth. 

It took you a moment to force your gaze back to Ransom, his eyes swirling with so many emotions, you didn’t have a hope of discerning them. But he held his phone up again, no doubt framing you within the screen and said in a gruff voice, “Again.”

That time, since you were expecting it, it was easier to brace for the sting of pain and the burning pleasure that swept the smarting tingle away. But your body still responded, your spine curving and your legs shaking wildly, your lips falling open in another muted moan as your teeth clung to the sweater so it didn’t slip free from your mouth. 

Ransom’s camera captured the whole thing—you knew because he watched the screen instead of you, his mouth twisting into a depraved smirk.

“Does it feel good, baby?” Ransom rumbled, some of the warmth you typically heard in your sugar daddy’s voice seeping back into his words. He must’ve heard it, too, because his next words were harsher. “Does it feel good to spank your pussy like the dirty little slut she is?

“Uh huh,” you mumbled around the sweater in your mouth. You tried to tell him it felt good, but the words came out entirely garbled, though Ransom seemed to understand. 

“Are you gonna come from slapping your naughty cunt?” he asked, his eyes darkening with hungry intent as he watched your face, waiting for your response.

Your pussy pulsed at his filthy question, and you thought maybe it was possible to come from spanking your puffy slit, especially if your fingers caught your clit with each slap. But truthfully, you didn’t know—you’d never tried. So you answered Ransom honestly, muttering, “Ionno,” around the sweater in your mouth.

Ransom huffed an impatient sound and reached for you to tug the sweater free from your teeth, his actions gentle even despite his obvious annoyance. “Say that again.”

“I-I don’t know,” you whispered. “I can try.”

The expression on Ransom’s face shifted again, but it became even more unreadable. He held your gaze for a moment, as if he was searching for something, though you didn’t know what. 

“You want to try?” he asked, his voice soft, almost tentative.

You acted instinctively, pushing yourself up so you were no longer balancing on your hand and reaching past Ransom’s phone to grab his sweater to pull him down for a kiss. Your lips moved sweetly against his for a moment, before you pulled back and stared deeply into his eyes. 

“I want to do everything you tell me to do,” you said, reciting the words of the deal you’d struck with Ransom, but changing them just a little, to tell him again that you wanted him, you trusted him. “I want you to do anything you want with me.” 

A look of something almost like fury flitted across Ransom’s face, and then he was surging forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, as if he meant to brand you with his mouth. You moaned into him, which only seemed to make him kiss you harder, his tongue pushing past your lips to sweep into you as if he owned you. 

In that moment, if he’d asked, you would have told him he did.

Just as suddenly as he’d kissed you, Ransom pulled away and he shoved his phone in the pocket of his expensive slacks. Then, before you’d even recovered from his kiss, he grabbed your hips and spun you to the side, guiding your shoulders down so you were laying draped sideways across the big pumpkin. 

“Panties off,” he growled, his voice a low rumbling contrast to the sharp clinking of his belt buckle as he undid his pants. “Give ‘em to me.” 

You were quick to follow his orders, hooking your fingers in the black silk panties and shoving them down your legs, pulling them off and then handing them to Ransom. You watched your sugar daddy hold them up to his face and take a deep breath, inhaling your scent as his other hand dove into his boxer briefs. 

Because your head was hanging over the side of the fake pumpkin beneath your back, you had a front row seat to Ransom’s big hand stroking his hard length, your mouth watering with the desire to taste him on your tongue. A whine slipped from your lips and you squirmed, getting Ransom’s attention.

He chuckled darkly, tucking your panties into the pocket of his slacks that didn’t hold his phone and then shoved them and his boxer briefs down. His thick, fat cock fell on your face, making you flinch in surprise at the slight slap of it against your skin. But in the next breath, you were tilting your face up and kissing him affectionately, murmuring in contentment when his musky taste hit your tongue. 

“Such a perfect little slut, baby,” Ransom rasped, his praise drenched in that warm tone that had your heart beating happily in your chest. He wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and slapped it gently on your smiling lips. “Open your mouth and spread your legs.” 

Immediately, you did as Ransom said, parting your thighs and opening your mouth wide, then waiting for what came next. You weren’t surprised when Ransom didn’t waste any time before pushing the tip of his cock past your lips.  

He let out a low, filthy groan as he thrust deep in your mouth, pressing into your throat until you could feel him bulging in the front of your neck. He held there, his balls nestled against your nose while you swallowed around him, trying to get used to the intrusion while he groaned obscenely at how good you felt. 

“Fuck yeah, baby, take daddy’s cock in your pretty little throat,” he rumbled, his hand wrapping around the front of your throat and pressing down lightly, grunting when he felt himself twitching inside you. “You’re such a perfect little slut, ’s like you were made for me—all for me.” 

You moaned around Ransom’s cock, hoping he took the sound for the agreement it was as you lay beneath him, your hips squirming and your pussy fluttering in the cool September air. Your wiggling seemed to get Ransom’s attention and he leaned over you, his big hand sliding between your thighs to rub your already messy pussy.

“So fucking wet for me,” he murmured, his voice sounding like sunshine with the affection clear in his tone. “You still wanna see if you can come from getting your pussy spanked?” he asked, a smirk in his words. 

You nodded as best you could, your hips squirming and bucking, practically begging for him without using a single word—not that you could utter any with his cock buried so deeply in your throat. 

His fingers slid teasingly against your clit and you bucked harder, grinding against him as best you could. 

Your antics made Ransom laugh quietly as he muttered, “Alright, baby,” in a placating voice. 

That was the only warning you got—that and his hand disappearing from your pussy. Ransom’s big hand came down on your pussy sharply, the flat of his fingers spanking your pussy much harder than you. Still, you could feel he was holding back from using all his strength, only giving it to you as hard as he knew you could take.

And take it you did. 

A muffled scream clawed its way up your throat and slipped past your lips to be muffled against Ransom’s balls as white-hot pain flooded your body, followed closely by the all-consuming burn of pleasure. A tremor shook your limbs and you choked on Ransom’s cock, your throat squeezing him tight enough to wring a grunt from him. 

“Fuck—did that feel good, baby?” he rumbled, his fingers dipping into your hole and rubbing your juices all over your pussy, paying special attention to your clit. “Do you like it when daddy spanks your slutty pussy? Because you’re squeezing my cock like you want me to do it again.” 

His voice was drenched in warmth and humor and you whined in response as you planted your feet on the curve of the fake pumpkin and bucked your hips up against his hand, pleasure coiling tight in your core. You knew it was only a matter of a few more smacks from Ransom’s hand before that coil was snapping and you were going to come from him spanking your pussy. 

“That sounds like a yes, but I wanna feel you nod, baby,” Ransom murmured, his other hand petting your cheek softly. 

You couldn’t see him from the angle you were at, but you could hear the smile in his tone and you melted a little, your legs falling open wider as you nodded for him. 

“Good girl,” he praised, his fingers stroking over the bulge in your throat while his others rubbled your clit, making your tight channel squeeze his cock tighter. “And what do you do if it’s too much? Show daddy,” he urged as his fingers trailed lower, until they dipped into your black satin bra and swirled around your nipples until they were stiff peaks. 

Meanwhile, you reached back and patted the outside of Ransom’s thigh three times, the sign you’d established with him early on in your relationship for when you needed a break but didn’t have the capacity to use words. 

“Good, you’re such a good girl,” he purred. His hand kept sliding lower down your body until he reached your thighs. He grabbed your soft flesh and pushed your legs open even wider. “Now, let’s see if we can make your pretty pussy come just from being spanked while I fuck your slutty mouth.” 

You barely had a chance to moan your agreement before Ransom’s hand came down on your cunt again, the sharp, slick sound of his fingers slapping your wet flesh meeting your ears before the stinging pain and scorching pleasure sent your thoughts skittering away. 

He rubbed your clit roughly and moved his hips, thrusting shallowly into your mouth, grunting and groaning at the feel of your moans vibrating through him and your throat squeezing him every time he slapped your pussy. 

Ransom fell into a rhythm, spanking your pussy as hard as he thought you could handle, his fingers catching your clit every time, and fucking your throat while you lay draped over the big, fake pumpkin in that deserted pumpkin patch. 

You were at the mercy of Ransom, and he seemed to know it just as much as you did—and he didn’t take it for granted. His hands were purposeful with every touch, every spank, his hips never pushing too hard against your head as he fucked your mouth. It was filthy and dirty and yet you could feel the depth of his caring in everything he did to you.

It wasn’t long before you were pushed to the precipice of your release, your body trembling uncontrollably, the coil in your core wound so tight, you knew it would snap any second. 

Ransom must’ve felt it too, because he started up a constant refrain of, “Good girl, baby, come for me—come for daddy, baby. You’re doing so good, wanna watch your pretty pussy come, baby, c’mon, lemme see.” His words were so sweet and warm and wicked, you were unable to do anything but follow his gentle command. 

On the next slap to your cunt, the coil of pleasure in your belly snapped, and your entire body went tight with white-hot tension before it burst free into decimating waves of pleasure. Ransom’s cock muffled your scream as you came, your hips bucking and pussy convulsing beneath his warm palm as you rubbed your soaking wet slit against him. 

You were so consumed by your release, you didn’t notice the way Ransom had frozen, and you barely felt him pulling his cock free from your mouth. You only knew that suddenly you were able to pull in deep breaths and smell the crisp scent of the pumpkin patch. 

Your head spun when Ransom gently pushed you to sit up and hauled you off the pumpkin, your feet hitting the soft soil of the field and your knees nearly buckling as your body still shivered from the waves of pleasure rolling through you. 

Ransom sat heavily on his wool coat still draped haphazardly over the top of the pumpkin, his hands greedily grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap. Your knees bracketed his thighs while his hands grabbed your ass and guided you to sit up. Then you felt the tip of his cock slide against your still fluttering hole and you moaned, your head dropping back like you didn’t have the strength to hold it up anymore.

“Can’t fucking believe you came from getting your pussy spanked, baby,” Ransom was mumbling, his big hands changing the angle of your hips until the head of his cock was pressed to your entrance. “Gotta feel it, gotta…” He cut off on a grunt when he pushed into your slick, pulsing pussy, his hands shifting to your hips so he could pull you down onto his hard, throbbing length.

Your hands found Ransom’s biceps and you held onto him, your fingers tangling in the thick weave of his cable knit sweater as you quickly sank down on his cock. He was so thick and long, it stung a little to impale yourself so fast without any kind of preparation, but you didn’t care. You were too greedy for his cock to take your time, a deep, primal instinct driving you to take him as fast as you could while your mind was still reeling from your first release. 

“Oh fu-uck,” Ransom groaned brokenly, his head falling against your chest. You could feel his face pressing into your sternum, his heavy exhale ghosting between the swells of your breasts. It was against your bare skin, your heart racing just beneath the surface, that Ransom confessed, “I love you, nixie.” 

At his words, you went deathly still. For an unending moment, your mind reeled and you tried to be certain you’d heard Ransom correctly. You were sure you couldn’t have.

It didn’t seem like he realized what he’d said until he felt you stiffen in his lap. Then, Ransom sat up slowly, his gaze sharp as it raked over your face, trying to gauge your reaction. 

Licking your lips to bide you time to find your voice, you forced yourself to ask the question your heart needed an answer to. 

“Do you mean it?”

Ransom’s expression tightened, his eyes going even more wary, but he nodded—a quick, dip of his chin—and you sucked in a breath.

A tingling warmth started at the top of your head and cascaded through your body, filling you with a bright, fizzling feeling. It took a moment for you to recognize it was happiness. But not just happiness—it was pure, unfiltered joy. 

Your sugar daddy loved you. Ransom Drysdale loved you. 

His expression was growing more and more distant with every second that passed without you responding and you couldn’t have that. 

Squealing in delight, you launched yourself at him—not that it was such a far distance, considering you were in his lap—and he let out a soft, “oof,” when you collided with his chest, your arms winding around his neck and squeezing him tight.

“I love you, too, Ran,” you confessed on an exhale. It felt so good to get the words off your chest, that you repeated them. “I love you.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” Ransom said on a sigh of relief as he gathered you tighter against his chest. One of his arms wrapped around your lower back while the other braced against your spine so his hand could cup the back of your neck. “You have no idea how glad I am to hear that, nixie.”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t love you back?” you asked softly before pressing a kiss to Ransom’s soft cheek because you couldn’t help yourself. The scent of his cologne filled your senses and you smiled against his jaw, kissing him again and again, like you’d never get enough of it. 

“Wasn’t sure,” he admitted gruffly. 

You giggled at the sheepishness in his tone, pulling back until you could see his face. He was blushing a little, a tiny bit of pink tinging his cheeks and making him look adorable. You couldn’t help yourself from cupping his handsome face in your hands and leaning forward to brush a sweet kiss to his mouth. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you murmured, in between teasing kisses. “I love you when you’re grumbling about going pumpkin picking, and I love you when you’re spanking my pussy, and I love you when you’re bringing me my favorite coffee because you remembered what I liked.” 

You kept kissing him until Ransom was chuckling, his hand squeezing the back of your neck in an affectionate gesture. He reeled you in for a deeper kiss, cutting off your list of all the times you’d loved him. But you and Ransom were smiling too much to kiss properly, your teeth knocking against each other and making you both laugh even more. 

Your joyful laughter soon devolved into soft moans and grunts when Ransom rocked his hips, shifting his cock even deeper inside you. Your fingers threaded through his soft brown hair and you clung to him while you rolled your hips, grinding down on his stiff length until you were breathless with renewed desire.

“Fuck, nixie—nixie, ‘m not gonna last much longer,” Ransom groaned, his arms tightening around your back and holding you pinned against his chest while he fucked up into you. “Your pussy’s too perfect—too fucking warm and tight and good for me.” 

“Come inside me, Ran,” you whispered heatedly, feeling his cock twitch at your suggestion. You moaned softly in his ear. Your clit was grinding against the base of Ransom’s cock, and it wouldn’t be long before you came for a second time. “Please, daddy, fill me up—wanna feel your come leaking from my pussy while we’re picking pumpkins, daddy, please,” you begged in a pathetic whine.

“I love you—fuck, I love you so fucking much, nixie,” Ransom growled, pressing his face to your cheek and nudging you to the side until his mouth found yours. He kissed you so long and so deeply, it made your head spin, and he fucked you all the while, pounding into your cunt hard enough that the pleasure he gave you was edged with just enough delicious pain that you were falling off the edge and coming in no time.

Ransom swallowed your screams of pleasure as you came, your pussy clenching his cock hard enough that he followed right after, grunting into your mouth so that it was your turn to muffle his sounds with your lips. 

Coming at the same time was heady and all-consuming and you were so happy you felt like you could float away if it wasn’t for Ransom’s arms holding you so tightly to his chest. And you were glad for it, because you didn’t want to float away unless he came with you.

The two of you gradually eased down from your highs together, still kissing, still murmuring your love for one another as if you could pass the words between your lips as easily as you exchanged breaths.

Finally, your rocking bodies gently stilled and your racing hearts returned to steady, normal drumbeats. The September sun was bright, keeping you warm from the chill in the air as you snuggled into your sugar daddy—the man that you loved, and who loved you in return.

Your head was still spinning and trying to process everything you’d both admitted while laying against Ransom’s chest, your fingers playing idly with a loose thread in his sweater, when he finally broke the comfortable silence that had fallen.

“If we carve up some of these pumpkins, do I really have to clean out all the guts with my bare hands?”

His question, and the almost whining tone in his voice, had you choking on a surprised laugh. You leaned back, looking into Ransom’s face to see if he was joking, but he wasn’t looking at you. He was giving the pumpkin patch another dubious look, making you laugh again as you shook your head at him.

“No, you could wear gloves, and there’s usually a scoop that comes in the pumpkin carving kits at the store,” you explained to him, your tone filled with humor even as you kept it even and patient. “You don’t have to touch the pumpkin guts if you don’t want to.”

Your fingers stroked through the hair at the nape of his neck and he seemed to relax, though whether it was from your assurance or your touch, you couldn’t tell. You suspected it was both.

After a moment, Ransom seemed to reach some sort of decision because he heaved a deep sigh and met your gaze. His blue eyes were shimmering in the bright afternoon sunlight, and the affection in his gaze warmed you despite the chill in the air. 

“Alright, let’s find some pumpkins worth carving,” he said, though his grim tone made it sound like he was suggesting you both walk into battle. 

A smile spread across your face and you giggled happily. “You mean it?”

“Of course, nixie,” Ransom rumbled, leaning in and brushing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “There’s very little I wouldn’t do to make you happy—I thought that was clear when I agreed to an afternoon of pumpkin picking.” 

You laughed softly, ghosting your lips over his in a teasing gesture as your heart fluttered in your chest, happiness swooping through your belly. But still, his words didn’t exactly match up to your memory of events, especially given everything you’d done to get him to agree to the date—including the deal you’d made.

“Silly me, and here I thought it was because of the deal we made,” you murmured. 

“Mm, nope,” Ransom said, popping the ‘p’ in nope. “Woulda taken you pumpkin picking even without the deal—just liked watching you convince me.” He brushed feather-light kisses along your jaw, making you hum happily at the soft press of his lips after you snorted at his comment. “But now that you mention it, our arrangement extends to the pumpkin carving portion of this date, yeah?” 

“Uh huh,” you mumbled, having a hard time following the conversation when he sucked gently on the spot just beneath your ear that had your head falling to the side to give him better access. You shook your head lightly and found the words to form a proper response. “Sure, it lasts as long as the date does.”

You felt Ransom’s mouth curve as he smirked against the side of your neck. “Good,” he purred, kissing down your throat until he got to the line of your sweater. “Gonna make you suck my cock while I clean out our pumpkins.”

Buzzy excitement and warm desie flooded through you at his words and it was your turn to smile. You remembered that you’d considered offering to blow him to get him to carve pumpkins just that morning, so you obviously had nothing against his suggestion. You were eager for it to become a reality.

“Whatever you say, daddy,” you murmured in your sweetest voice. 

Ransom huffed an amused laugh before his mouth found yours again. 

The two of you kissed for a little while longer, until your knees and hips started to protest sitting in the same position on that big, fake pumpkin for so long. Ransom helped you down from his lap and towed you back toward the farm stand, so you could clean up in the nice employee bathroom—though he refused to give you your panties back.

You spent the rest of the early afternoon picking out pumpkins with Ransom, then he carried them back to his BMW and put them in the trunk. While he drove you both back to the city, he gave you his phone and told you to pick out your favorite of the photos he’d taken of you. 

You asked him if he only wanted you to pick from the lewd photos, and he told you to also pick one of the pictures he’d taken of you with your clothes covering you. When you asked him what it was for, he told you he wanted to frame it and put it on his desk in his office. Your heart fluttered when he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles, admitting he missed you while he was at work.

If you hadn’t already known you were in love with him, you would’ve known then, your heart squeezing in happiness while your fingers tightened around his. Since you didn’t have to hold back your emotions anymore, you told him how much you loved him, and he responded by repeating the words and kissing your hand again.

The rest of the afternoon was spent at your townhouse apartment in Beacon Hill, cleaning out and carving the pumpkins you’d picked before putting candles in them and setting them on the steps outside your front door. Before the date was over, you even got Ransom Drysdale—your sugar daddy and the man that you loved—to admit he had fun. 

Of course, you had to promise you’d never tell anyone. But you assured him you could keep it secret, so long as he loved you. He grinned, and promised you he always would, then he sealed the deal with a kiss. 

And that was how an afternoon of pumpkin picking turned into a beautiful life together.

thanks for reading!! reblogs and comments are appreciated ♡♡♡

[krirebr]

I also have a sugar baby!Ransom idea.

Gotta finally watch Gifted so I can write my sugar baby!Frank idea...

[fushic0re]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐀���𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑 ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆୨ৎ

𝐓𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞,

𝐧𝐨𝐭 �� 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞,

𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐧𝐮𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐬,

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬.

𝑽𝑶𝑳𝑼𝑴𝑬 𝑰: 𝑨𝑲𝑨𝑵𝑬’𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅! 🦌☕📖❄...........akane aka @haravath0t & i have decided to come together for some cute holiday festivities! here, you will find fics posted from thanksgiving all the way up to december 26 that will hopefully get you and your bloboros in the holiday spirit. please enjoy ♡

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠' 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ

☃ = beware! this forbiden snowman will lead you to works with smut!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"you're a mean one, mr. grinch" || miguel o'hara x filipina!reader

"and so, the grinch's heart grew three sizes". | in which your grumpy husband thinks it's feasibly too early to start decorating for christmas, but knows better than to mess with a filipina and her christmas decorations.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

POV: glam-mas with sugar daddy!ransom drysdale || visual board + blurb

“breakfast at tiffany’s and bottles with bubbles, girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble. lashes and diamonds, atm machines, buy myself all of my favorite things.” | in which your sugar daddy makes christmas an entire affair of spoils for you.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

a husband's guide to gift giving || satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna, aoi todo.

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

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

POV: ice skating with steve rogers || visual board + blurb

the captain surprises you with an impromptu skate date.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟓 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

a husband's guide to noche buena || the fushiguros, the getos, satoru gojo, kento nanami x filipina!reader

christmas eve is when the real party starts for fellow filipinos. how do your husbands navigate the celebration?

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟔 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

POV: you and harry potter's first christmas. || visual board + blurb

you and harry are officially moved into your new apartment. it's safe to say that the first christmas spent together in your shared home is a special one.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟕 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"butter, sugar, flour" || toji fushiguro (feat. baby megumi)

the sorcerer killer sure kills it at decorating cookies.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟖 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ "is santa here yet?" || dad!satoru gojo

in which you and satoru finally have some alone time…but baby gojo is vigilantly watching for santa’s arrival.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟗 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ "been an angel all year" || suguru geto

in which trying on dresses for a holiday party turns into a dressing room quickie.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟎 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ a husband's guide to drunken confessions || satoru goji, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, shiu kong, aoi todo.

in true hallmark movie fashion, the holiday party ends with drunken professions of love.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟏 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ POV: you and miguel o'hara are under cover || visual board + blurb

reader and miguel are undercover at a corporate christmas party spying on an enemy. things get a little steamy when their relationship is questioned.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟐 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ "i saw mommy kissing santa claus" || suguru geto

it’s nanako and mimiko’s first christmas, and suguru wants to make it special by dressing up as santa claus. chaos ensues when they catch their mom kissing santa.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟑 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ a husband's guide to presents || satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, aoi todo

who thinks of themselves as your present vs. who thinks of you as their present

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟒 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ "undisclosed desires" || toji fushiguro

sparring in the snow turns into a heated exchange.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟓 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

POV: a white christmas with steve rogers || visual board + blurb

spending your first christmas away from the avengers up in the mountains in a cozy cabin, sharing childhood stories and heartfelt professions.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟔 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

a husband's guide to taking the kids to see santa || satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, kento nanami.

it's the time of the year in which you and your husband take the kids to the mall to meet santa.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟕 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

POV: christmas as mamaguro (feat. baby megumi)

christmas morning in the fushiguro household. all is well.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟖 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

a husband's guide to christmas recitals || steve rogers, andy barber, ransom drysdale, lloyd hansen, curtis everett

in which it's finally time to watch your kids perform.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟗 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"chestnuts roasting on an open fire" || kento nanami

a cozy day spent baking and decorating christmas cakes with your husband.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

a husband's guide to mistletoe || satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, aoi todo.

uh oh! there's a mistletoe hanging above you!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟏 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃️ "i'll crawl home to her" || ryomen sukuna

christmas miracles do happen. like sukuna finally reuniting with his long lost queen of curses after centuries.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟐 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"i'm mrs. snow, till death we'll be freezing" || dad!satoru gojo

satoru decides to spend the holidays with just you and your child much to the gojo clan's dismay. christmas is filled with fun and laughter with no responsibilities in sight.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟑 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃️ a rockstar's guide to romance || rockstar!choso kamo

so...you're officially a rockstar's girl, huh?

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟒 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃️ a college student's guide to romance || college au!choso kamo

choso as your scary yet shy college boyfriend.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐�� °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ "i'll be home for christmas" || toji fushiguro

you knew that toji and megumi were a package deal, but the togetherness of the holiday season caused insecurity regarding your role as a mother to the toddler to arise. a particular mission puts everything in perspective for you.

[hansensgirl]

summary. | Your sugar daddy hates the word ‘no,' especially when you're supposed to be thanking him nicely.

prompts. | Ransom Drysdale + Sugar Daddy + “You’re so cute when you’re struggling like that.” + Abuse of power, requested by Anonymous.

pairing. | dark!sugar daddy!Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader.

warnings. | NON/DUBCON, smut, sugar daddy/baby relationship, power imbalance, abuse of power, face-fucking, male oral, Daddy kink, degradation, dirty talk, poor BDSM etiquette (ignoring safe word), and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics.

You wear the pearl necklace Ransom has gifted you and nothing else. You lay on the bed with your head on the edge, mouth wide open and ready for fucking. It’s crude, but you cannot deny the fact that your pussy is sopping wet.

Your sugar daddy strokes his cock, chuckling at how ready you are for his brutality. “Ready to give Daddy a proper ‘thank you’?” he asks, stepping closer. 

You look up at the rich man and admire his cock. Your clit throbs at the sight of it, and you squeeze your thighs together. “Yes, Daddy,” you obediently tell Ransom. He hates it when you’re a brat—especially after he has given you something out of the kindness of his heart. 

“Good girl,” he praises, placing the tip of his cock on your lips. Ransom thrusts his hips forward and makes you take all of his dick into your mouth until he’s deep in your throat. 

You garble and sputter around his cock, trying to adjust to the intrusion. He’s so big—it’s always quite the stretch for any of your muscles. Your gagging sounds fill the room, along with Ransom’s moans. 

“Fuck, yeah. Take it, you slut,” he growls, pushing and pulling his hips. You struggle to breathe through his movements, the oxygen in your body lessening with each second that passes. You’ve never done anything like this before—let alone with Ransom.

He has taught you so many things, given you so much that you always bite your tongue whenever you find yourself wanting to tell him ‘no.’ It isn’t often that you have the urge, but when you do, it dies away once he promises to shower you with lavish gifts and more money than you could ever dream of.

“Look at ya—what a fucking cock-whore,” Ransom grunts, the pace of his thrusts average, yet the power of them too much. You feel yourself becoming lightheaded, muscles weakening from your hindered breathing. It’s overwhelming, sending a panic through you. 

You reach your hands up and touch his thighs, tapping one of them twice with three fingers. It’s the sign you both agreed upon that would replace your safe word whenever you’re unable to speak. 

Ransom snarls and grabs your hands, holding them tightly. He practically uses them to brace himself and continues to fuck your mouth.

“Yeah, choke on it—choke on Daddy’s cock,” Ransom groans, your spit coating his thick dick. You can’t speak—only gagging and whimpering around your sugar daddy’s manhood. He pouts at you, admiring the fucked-out look on your face despite you being the one to make him feel good. 

Your legs kick out in an effort to fight the larger man off. Your efforts are futile, but they’re humourous to Ransom. “You’re so cute when you’re struggling like that,” he coos, admiring the bulge of his cock in your throat.

“Shit, ‘M gonna come,” he eventually moans, his balls tightening as he ascends to his climax. 

You manage to regulate your breathing to some extent, inhaling and exhaling through your nose slowly while your mouth is otherwise occupied. 

“You gonna swallow it, baby? Hm?” Ransom asks, even though he already knows the answer, and so do you. 

You nod your head as best as possible, the slight friction from the action causing his hips to stutter. You just want him to get off of you. You’re struck with an idea to get Ransom to come quicker.

Like he taught you, you lave your tongue on the underside of his cock, sucking lightly. Ransom curses loudly and pushes forward once more, stilling as his cum shoots down your throat. 

You swallow it all up like a good girl, though you have no choice in doing so. Ransom groans your name and sighs deeply, giving a few shallow thrusts until he becomes overstimulated. 

When Ransom pulls out, he admires the string of saliva that stretches from your mouth to his cock. He keeps holding your hands, though there is nothing affectionate about it. You catch your breath slowly but surely. 

He squeezes your fingers, almost as if in warning. “I bet that cunt is soaking by now,” Ransom smirks.

And much to your chagrin, your sugar daddy is correct. 

[georgiapeach30513]

Moodboard Masterlist

Requests and part of a moodboard event. Maybe these will become a one shot/series, and maybe we will just have pretty things to look at.

*Chris Evans*

Andy Barber Big Babies Again A Little Rain Must Fall Looking Thirsty Lost in A Dream Cozy Little Christmas Nasty Naughty Boy* It’s Yours, All Yours* Daddy’s Pride & Joy Loving Me All Night Long

Ari Levinson Play Me A Memory A Lot of Tears Fade Away* The Midnight Hours New Kind of Tension Kiss The Stars* When I’m With You Try & Stop Me Got A Craving For You The Feeling’s Right

Cole Turner Maybe It’s Wrong A Crying Shame You Belong to Me Eyes Like Starlight I Wish I Was Andy The Spike in My Heart* Make Me Worry

Colin Shea Like A Bird in Flight Last Night* The Chance to Be A Hero

Curtis Everett Crazy, Stupid, Out of My Mind Saints & Sinners* Pity The Men Sweet Little Beautiful Make Me Dream of You

Frank Adler The Season Gone When the Night Falls What The Lightning Sees* In The Evening Light Rhythm of Your Heartbeat

Jack O’Malley All There’s Left to Do Every Whisper Knowing It’s Selfish My Own World Perfume on the Shelf Run, Run Rudolph So Peaceful Until Tangled Up Tie Me Up Again Until You Show Me You Know I Like to Touch

Jake Jensen The Love & Tenderness He Is My Song How You Scream My Name*

Jake Wyler Made to Be Mine*

James Mace Warm Up to Me* The King to Your Story

Jimmy Dobyne The Way You Did Last Night* We Drifted Away

Johnny Storm Blurring Truth Sweat Dripping Down Screaming Out Her Name This Hole in My Chest* But The Truth Is No Privacy* Things I Can’t Escape*

Kyle Heavy Into Your Arms Watch & See*

Lloyd Hansen When You Put Your Hands on Me We All Got Needs The Girls Come Easy*

Lucas Lee Keep Coming Back For More*

Matty “Me” My Only Friends Are Pirates*

Mike Weiss When I Crack That Whip* Even If It Hurts Devoted To You Searching Our Hearts

Mr. Freezy In Mysterious Ways* Your Greed Sold Me Out Paid My Dues

Nick Gant The Look in Your Eyes

Nick Vaughan Breath on Me

Paul Diskant Take A Look* Paid My Dues

Ransom Drysdale A Reason Why Begging For Mercy Can’t Hear My Thoughts Choke This Love Fear The Reaper* Forever & Ever I’ve Never Seen No Good At All Let Your Daddy See Never Fallen From Quite This High The Sting of This Pain Too Far Gone The Twisted Way You Think of Me What It’s Like

Ryan Ackerman Losing Your Mind* I’ll Take the Pain

Steve Rogers Forevermore Being Poised Counting Stars A Heart Don’t Forget Just Pull the Trigger* Makes You Yearn Sugar Coated

*Sebastian Stan*

Bucky Barnes Another Time & Place Take the Time* The Shadows of Love

Carter Baizen Sweat Dripping Down

Chase Collins Double Shot of Crown* Serving All This

Dayton White Cause We’re All Alone*

Jefferson Within Your Eyes An Open Page*

Lance Tucker Go Where You Go

Nick Fowler A Dizzy Head & A Grin

Steve Kemp The Devil on Her Team Diamonds in His Watch*

*Charlie Hunnam*

Jax Teller Break All the Rules Down on My Knees

*Jensen Ackles*

Dean Winchester He Offers Me Protection/Soldier Boy*

[evansbby]

who wud be a better daddy (literally- like to child i know we all freaky down here 😭) and why?

1. Ari

2. Steve Rogers

3. Ransom Drysdale

the obvious answer is steve but hes a little bitch for his "sense of duty" #make america great again type bullshit. he would make the shittiest husband fr.

Ari is a little crybaby with big tits ONLY in the movie. i cant really defend the crybaby statement he just gave me those vibes. Evansbby!Ari is different ok. Evansbby!Ari is like the made of the stuff of dreams.

and somehow... for me Drysdale the literal MUDERER slut granpa's sugar baby came out on top. I feel like he didnt get the Y/N treatment then at the very least hed be a good 'toxic' but extremely loving dad.

this whole analysis is so real 😭😭😭😂😂😂

Ari is canonically an absent dad 😭😭 he neglects his wife and daughter then acts all sad when they leave him like bro what did you expect?!?! And he literally doesn’t care to win them back, he just does his own stubborn thing and just ugh.

I think Steve would be a good dad but he’d be kinda absent too 😭 Also he dropped all his friends to go be with Peggy so who knows, he may drop everything and leave his child too (skdjsksk I know he wouldn’t but lmfaooo)

I think Ransom would be a good dad. He’d kill for his kids hehe

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Please I am once again asking for sugar baby ransom! Ransom getting self conscious for he is a rather older sugar baby and maybe his daddy is younger than him. Ransom would be 32 and reader 26 or 29 nothing too crazy but still enough that he feels old knees popping etc lol. Bratty ransom is so good!?? Pleaseee -💫 anon

Ooooh 👀 self conscious sugar baby!Ransom

Fine Lines

Warnings: sugar relationship, bratty sub!Ransom, Daddy!Femme!Reader (age ambiguous), minor signs of aging, refusal to communicate so you have to fuck the information out of him because he will only respond that way, Dom/sub dynamic, bondage, CBT (riding crop and stiletto), nipple play, traffic light system, safeword used by reader.

Author note: Please do not take this as a healthy/safe BDSM relationship. Communication is key. I know 37 isn't old. Reader is tagged as Femme only because of the shoes, gender is still neutral.

Sweat beads along his hair line as yanks on the restraints tying his hands behind his back. He's going to fucking blow and you haven't even touched him. His balls ache, so far drawn up inside of him with the need to cum they are practically in his guts. His cock weeps more fluid as you run the black leather riding crop over his nipples.

Ransom shouldn't have been surprised when you told him you wanted to do a heavy scene, some 50 shades of grey bullshit. You offered him a week-long spa getaway and tripled his normal allowance. Fuck the vision of you in leather had him hard enough to send you a dick pic after he'd agreed. It's been three weeks since he'd last seen you, the longest he'd gone since the start of your relationship.

Ransom didn't give a shit about the sex work, he got to keep living the way he wanted and he gets to fuck while earning it? What more could he ask for?

A time machine maybe.

After your last date, a golf outing that should have been an easy win for him, he realised something. He was getting old, aging. His back hurt from hauling your clubs, an ache in shoulder appeared, and when he got out of the shower that evening he saw fine lines around his eyes he would have fucking sworn hadn't been there that morning.

He panicked. How could he not. He can't be fuckable eye candy if he looks fucking old. He needs this gig. What you two have going on is working great. For three weeks, Ransom refused invitations to dinners, a gala, a charity auction, a weekend on a fucking yacht.

If his dicking wasn't so fucking desperate for something other than his hand, he would still be avoiding you. God, what are you going to do when you realise he isn't some young guy?

"Hugh, focus." You snap, pulling him back to the bedroom. "I asked your colour."

He groaned, every part of him wanted to say yellow. His shoulder fucking aches and he isn't sure he will actually be able to get off his knees. But that means admitting he's getting older. He stares at your leather heels, and says "Green."

You push the riding crop under his chin and meet his eyes. Fuck you were beautiful like this, in your element, in control. Maybe he really was green.

"Are you going to cum if Daddy slaps your big cock again?"

"I don't know," he whimpers as you lower the crop, catching it on each of his sore nipples.

"Did I give you permission to?"

"No."

"Sow when I do slap your cock, watch it leak and swing between your legs, what are you going to do?"

"Say thank you, Daddy." He gasps when it smooths over the skin of his sack.

"And?"

"Ugh, fuck," he yanks at restraints as you press the rod of the crop against his tip. "I won't cum."

"Good boy," you smile.

Something devilish sprouts on your lips as you bring crop down on his cock. Hard. Ransom's vision blurs as pain erupts from his shoulder of all fucking places. He gasps, a different kind of pain rippling through him. Your smile drops and you gently touch his cheek.

"Red, red, Hugh. Look at me baby, what's wrong?"

"Shit." He bites off the word. "Fuck, shoulder."

You fast as lightning, honestly the fastest he's ever seen you move. The cuffs are off, he is sitting on the edge of the bed, and a bag of frozen blueberries is pressed to Ransom's shoulder before he can even question how you got him off his knees. He is staring at your shoes again, at his reflection in the patent leather. His aging reflection.

Your hand on his chin is firm, but soft. He easily looks up at you, watches your eyes dart across his face as you take him in.

"Are you comfortable with me touching you right now?"

"Fuck off," he grumbles.

"Hugh," you frown. "This is serious, are you comfortable?"

Ransom's not sure if it is your continued insistence on calling him that or if it's his body's pain tolerance being snapped in half, but he breaks.

"No, I'm not fucking comfortable! I'm fucking old." He seethes. "Fucking crow's feet and cracking knees and shit shoulder to prove it!"

"Baby-"

"Don't fucking baby me! I'm 37."

The heel of your stiletto meets his nearly soft cock before he can think.

"Is this why you've been ignoring me? Because you are showing a miniscule amount of age?" You press a little hard when he doesn't answer. The hand he has gripping the bag of frozen fruit clenches harder.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy." He swallows as his cock begins to swell again. Fuck he's going pass out if his blood keeps playing hot and cold with his dick like this.

"Do you want to know a secret baby?"

Even as you lean harder into him, the pressure of his cock trapped between your shoe and his stomach makes him shudder, your thumb is soft as you trace the corner of his eye.

"Yes, Daddy."

"I love the fine lines, Baby. You getting older only makes me want to spoil you more."

[0mrs-evans0]

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: ~1,9k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You were so good this whole week, Ransom had to reward you in the best way he knew.

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: Sugar Daddy!Ransom Drysdale x Sugar Baby!Fem!Reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit sexual content; explicit language; sugar daddy - sugar baby relationship; daddy kink; kinda innocent reader (Ransom is her first man); teasing; dirty talk; pussy eating; unprotected sex (wrap it up!!); p in v; vaginal penetration; (let me know if I forgot something)

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Ransom was your lifesaver. You didn't come from a wealthy home, and precious, exclusive items or products were foreign to you. Going to college was your priority. You’ve always wanted to become a lawyer in the future. That's when he came on your way.

It was a simple arrangement. No deep relationships, no feelings. Just money and sex. Really good sex by the way. The perfect solution for both of you. You didn’t need a boyfriend, with so much work at the university - you didn’t have time for that kind of shit. And Ransom didn’t need another liability, a little pretty thing to show off was enough.

Ransom acted like a complete asshole most of the time. But what you really loved about him - he was never like this with you. He loved degrading you but only in the bedroom. For everyone else, he was a dick.

You were the only person in his life that he really cared about. That’s why he was treating you like a real princess, you were. Making you feel like the only woman in the world. Ransom was the first man that you ever slept with so he wanted all of the things you were doing to be unforgettable. When you and Ransom went over the details, you imagined it all differently. His behavior was a pleasant surprise for you.

When you thought about sugar daddy, the first thing that popped up in your mind was an old, disgusting man who would think only about getting his tiny dick wet. Ransom was everything but that. He’d shown you that every single day since you’d made it official. And that’s why you were absolutely falling for him.

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“I have a surprise for you, daddy!” You said with a little smirk playing on your face. “You were so busy with the publishing company lately, that I thought about doing something nice ”

Ransom was painful hard just by the view of you in the tiny little dress that barely covered your ass. The fact that you were wearing clothes he bought for you, worked in a weird twisted way on him.

You started playing with the zipper placed on your side, teasing Ransom a little before sliding it down. He whimpered when he saw baby pink, lace underwear. His eyes kept traveling back to your face and the skimpy set that barely covered your gorgeous body. It wasn’t leaving too much to the imagination, you could be as well naked and he wouldn’t tell the difference.

“You like it, daddy?” You asked with the innocence in your Bambi's eyes. “I chose it because I know how much you like this color on me.”

“God, baby!” He dropped to his knees. “You’re killing me.” His hands on both your hips, making sure to press enough to leave bruises. “You’re so good for me, cutie pie.” Ransom’s lips were on your belly, kissing and biting from time to time. “Let daddy show you, his good little girl, how glad he is to have you.”

You moaned out loud at his dirty words. He was everything you have ever dreamt of. Ransom loved teasing you but today all he wanted was to worship you and your body. His talented fingers started playing with the line of your panties, slowly pulling them down.

“Daddy, please…” Your groaning was music to his ears. He loved when you were getting all loud and whining. You took a bunch of his hair and pulled his face closer to your core.

“You’re so impatient today.” Ransom looked up at you. “Baby, you have to ask daddy nicely first. How can he make you feel good when he doesn’t know what you want?” He teased you even more.

“It’s tingling again…” Your innocence would be the death of him. After all the dirty stuff you have done together, you still couldn’t talk dirty to him.

His fingers traveled to the center of your most intimate zone, touching lightly. The sensation only added to your already-building orgasm.

“Daddy…” Your moans woke up something hidden deep inside of him. You were so responsive - it was killing him. “I need more!”

“Yeah, baby girl?” Ransom couldn’t stop himself from annoying you a little more. The fact that you were so close to losing control delighted him. “How about my lips on your sweet pussy?” Your loud whimper was an answer enough for him.

“Yes! Daddy, pretty please!” You pulled his hair with much more vigor than was needed. “I was such a good girl this whole week.”

He broke away from your wet core and looked up at you, you’d never been more beautiful. “Is that right, princess? Did you earn enough to make me get down on you?”

“Of course yes, Daddy!” You were panting and pouting. The desperation in your voice only added to his already high ego. “I will always be your good girl!” That was right. One Ransom had to taste how delicious your pussy was, there was nothing in this world that could set you free from his claws.

Ransom had no conscience to torment you any longer. His talented tongue was everything you needed right then. And he was going to give you that and much more - anything you could ever dream of.

Ransom smirked against your wet core as he assaulted your poor clit. His tongue was flicking back and forth. You keened loudly grinding your hips into his handsome face.

Soft lips wrapped around your nub, Ransom was sucking it fiercely. He started teasing your entrance with his fingers as well. The pleasure you felt was too much. It always was with him.

You couldn’t help but thrash against Ransom’s mouth. That was when he pulled back, causing your loud scream of disagreeing to escape from your lips. “You’re getting close?” He asked with a - too sweet for him - smile. Ransom knew that he had just stopped you from the long-awaited orgasm.

“Y-yes!” You weren’t able to think clearly. Everything went blurry for a moment. White-hot pleasure coursed through your veins as he returned to work. You didn’t need much time to get close to cumming again.

“There she is!” A few movements of his tongue were enough to bring you to ecstasy. What a sight for sore eyes. Ransom’s lips never left your mound as you rode out your high. “You’re absolutely delicious baby.” He kissed the inner side of your right thigh. “Did so good for me.” His lips made their way up to your lips. “Now, I’m gonna have my reward.” Ransom smiled looking straight into your eyes.

“You gonna fuck me, daddy?” That he was impressed is an understatement. It was the first time you said what you meant without beating about the bush. “I really want it, daddy.” Your innocent smile did not fit the fire playing in your eyes.

“Is that right, sweetheart?” He was back to teasing. “You want my big, fat cock to stretch your little pussy? Gonna feel me for days.”

Ransom leaned up against your back, covering your belly, his hands snaking around your waist. He hummed into the crook of your neck from behind.

His action made your breath rapid, the goosebumps all over your sensitive skin. You reached behind you to pull him in closer.

You felt his member grow into the small of your back. Ransom’s fingers made their way to brush around your nipples. Your moans were the answer enough for him. You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, dragging Ransom close to your lips.

He whimpered against your open mouth. Tongues dancing with one another, his hands squeezing your ass harshly. More groans coming from you, making Ransom even harder.

You pulled away to gaze into his gorgeous eyes. Before you could react he grabbed you up by your thighs and took you upstairs at high speed. Your lips never split out. Kisses being more and more mouth-watering.

Lightly, Ransom set you down on the king-sized bed. His hands were warm on your skin. Large enough to make you feel so good. He stopped to take off his own clothes.

Ransom quickly pulled his sweater over his head. Teasing, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers with painful slowness. Your hands made their way up to his chest, creating your own way.

He was left in his briefs with cock already excited for your pussy. Ransom pumped himself a few times. You wanted to undo your bra but he stopped you. “I paid for it so I’ll take it off.” He said with a hint of dominance in his voice.

Ransom removed the last piece of your underwear. Your eyes lit up at the sight of his pretty hard cock. It was your favorite part of your daddy’s body.

“Like what you see, princess?” He couldn’t stop himself from teasing you a little more. Ransom climbed onto the bed next to you. His hands laid on your smooth thighs.

Your wetness stained the sheet on the bed. Everything was just a little too much. Lightly, Ransom bumped into your wet core. Leaning in close, your lips connected again.

He was watching your folds open up as he smothered his cock in your essence. Sweet moans came from your mouth, he wasn’t ready to move just yet.

You still felt that he was stretching you. His tip was kissing your cervix perfectly. Ransom’s hands went to your breast, playing with your nipples as you grind slowly. His cock was pushing up at the perfect angle.

His balls were smacking your ass, only adding to your pleasure. “Daddy, fuck!” You moaned right into his mouth.

“God, I love the feel of you wrapped around my cock.” He started kissing his way down your neck. “You’re so good for me, baby.”

You couldn’t think clearly when he was fucking you this well. Another orgasm was torn from your body, you could feel it from your stomach right to your toes.

Ransom didn’t slow down. His movements got even more fast and rough as he was trying to chase his own climax. You could tell that he was almost there. “Cum in my, please daddy! I need it so bad!”

He couldn't deny you anything, you had too much influence over him. White-hot ropes of cum drenched your walls, marking you. Ransom carefully left your sensitive now pussy.

After a few moments, you were curled into his warm chest, recovering from the previous activity. Thoughts appeared in your head, you wanted to tell him what was bothering you for a quite long time now. But you were afraid that he would cut you off and cut the relationship you have now.

Seconds turned into minutes, you couldn’t stop yourself from spilling your hidden secret. “Daddy…” You look him in the eyes.

“Yes, princess?” Ransom kissed your forehead and then your lips, making you weak in your knees. “Something wrong?” He looked worried.

“No… I’m just-” You took a deep breath. “I think I’m in love with you.”

[buckyownsmylife]

The Setup - Ransom Drysdale smut

The one where Ransom has been written out of the will, so you become his sugar mommy.

Warnings: smut, some angst, sugar baby!ransom, ceo!reader, breeding kink, semi-public sex, exhibitionism kink, begging, cockwarming?, pregnancy themes, talk of sperm donors.

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: this was the patreon-chosen fic for the month of June, so it has been available on my Patreon since then!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I tapped my manicured nails on the clothed table as we waited for the waiter to pour the wine and leave us to talk. I could sense this was an important topic because Ransom looked clearly uncomfortable, which was completely out of the ordinary for the man who so easily broke my heart all those years ago.

“You wanted to see me,” I started to push him to get the conversation going once we were left by ourselves. That seemed to snap him out of his thoughts and he connected his eyes to mine once more.

“Yes.” Clearing his throat, he readjusted himself on the chair. “First, thanks for agreeing to meet me.” I just nodded, because of course I would meet him.

Even though he was an asshole to me when he decided to end our friends with benefits relationship, there was once a time when we truly were friends. Good ones at that. And I hated that our relationship got screwed up by mixing sex to it, so I was willing to take whatever steps were necessary to meet him in some sort of middle ground, where I could have my best friend back again.

Since I couldn’t have him as a boyfriend.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard this, but my grandfather cut me off the will.” My eyes widened at the information, truly shocked. My mind raced as I wondered how the hell Ransom was affording his usual lifestyle, now that he couldn’t count on his family’s money to get him by.

“Well, he cut off everyone, really.” My mouth hang open at the addition. “And you know I’d rather kill than ask my mother for anything.”

Nodding, I took a sip of my wine in the hopes of digesting these news. When I cut ties with my own family shortly after Ransom broke things off with me, I lost all forms of communication with that world - the world of the insanely rich for no reason at all - and threw myself into work instead.

It paid out. I was one of the most successful CEOs of all time, always on the Forbes list and always being contacted by people from my past who wanted something from me.

Which is why I knew exactly what was coming next. “So what do you need?” I asked, twirling my wine like I knew what the hell I was doing. Anything to avoid the awkward eye contact. “You want a job?”

His silence was his telling. It was so rare for Ransom Drysdale to be quiet, it actually managed to catch my attention and I lowered my glass to relent and establish some heavy eye contact.

“No way.” I wasn’t refusing him, I just couldn’t believe it and I knew he could understand it from my tone.

“C’mon, please consider it,” he quietly begged - or as close to that as he allowed himself to do. “Wasn’t it great when we were together?” I leaned my head, conceding him that.

“Still, you want to be my sugar baby?” I made sure to use the correct term, expecting to see him flinch or cringe, but all I got was a serious expression - the first time I ever saw him with that look in his eyes.

“It’ll be almost the same as being friends with benefits,” he tried to reason, to which I giggled.

“Only you get paid for it.” All he could do was nod. It was silent for a moment as I considered his offer, pursing my lips in thought. One thing I couldn’t deny was that the sex had always been great. And it’s not like I had enough time to pursue an actual relationship, anyway.

“Okay,” I accepted, at long last taking a sip of my wine. “But you can’t be with anyone else as long as we keep this… arrangement.” It was the only rule I had for now, and I knew Ransom was aware that this was make it or break it for me.

“I’m assuming you’re not granting me the same exclusivity,” he mused, a smirk in his features. Of course, he knew I was the one-dick-at-a-time kinda gal. Not that much had changed about me, but it was fun to be the one with the upper-hand for once.

“Don’t worry,” I winked, taking another sip of my wine. “I always wear a condom.”

Ransom’s P.O.V.

Capturing her lips in mine, I grunted when I pressed her up against the wall of her bedroom, not quite believing this turn of events. I never expected to get another shot with her, and so I had come to accept that all I’d ever have were my memories of how she felt and how great the sex was when we were together.

But here I was, able to create new memories to relive at some time in the future. Because I wasn’t fooling myself here. I knew she was only doing this out of boredom and pity, mostly because her busy schedule didn’t allow her to actually date.

And of course, I didn’t want to date either. All I wanted was to fuck, and I knew no one could ever bring me more satisfaction than her. That was one thing I was sure of.

My hands seemed to act out of their own need to touch her naked body,  unzipping and undressing - tearing in the process - just to have her completely vulnerable, spread out on the bed for me.

Her taste had always been indescribable. She was the only woman I actually craved to lick, moaning in pleasure at her sweetness as I ate her out with the hunger I had been accumulating for the past years without her.

Her own moans fed my need and despite not wanting to part with her cunt just yet, I accepted the beckoning when she pulled me by the collar of my shirt to climb between her legs and take the item of clothing off.

“I want to ride you,” she whispered as I shivered, and quickly I was the one laid out on her soft sheets, naked as she lowered herself on my achingly hard cock.

As promised, the only intermission was when she stopped to roll down a condom on my member. Then… she fucked herself on me like it was the last time we’d be doing this, and not the first time she’d get to use me for the foreseeable future.

And my God, could she ride. This right here was one of the things I’d missed so much after I broke her heart and let her go. How she didn’t shy away from her own pleasure and accepted the challenge to give it to herself, regardless of whatever contribution I could make to the effort.

“Yeah, baby…” I moaned, panting, gripping her hips to help her keep riding. “Fuck, you look so pretty, fucking yourself on my cock.” When she tilted her head, amused look on her face, I already knew something good was coming.

“I thought you were the baby in the relationship, now.” I laughed, but didn’t get a chance to respond. She took advantage of my open mouth to bury her fingers between my lips and I sucked her digits, unbothered by the drool that was now escaping my mouth.

Yeah, one thing I was sure of: for as long as this arrangement lasted, I would never regret it. How could I, when she entertained and complemented my flirty and lustful behavior so well?

She liked to watch porn with me, sometimes just sitting on my dick and other moments, full-on riding me. She was the type to let me use her whenever I wanted, just as long as I didn’t interrupt whatever the hell she was doing. This meant conference calls were no big deal whenever there was no video because I could just bend her over the table and take her, relieving this fucking arousal she always reignited in me no matter what time of day it was.

Of course, the same went for me. But what I loved about her was that using me for her pleasure could mean either sitting on my face or sucking my soul out of my body when it came to her.

She liked the way I tasted. She’d told me so more than once, but I think for her it was just another way to witness how she affected me, when she managed to get me to cum using only her mouth.

I knew I’d come to regret this arrangement once it was over, but I thought I’d be able to keep that fear at bay by focusing on the fun we had together. What I didn’t anticipate was that each moment shared with her only reinforced that fear, reminding me of why it was that I broke things off with her, why I ran away and forced myself to never look back.

I was rudely awakened from my seemingly perfect reality one afternoon, when I decided to visit her office, finding her going through different files with pictures of handsome men with focused attention.

“What is this?” I picked up one of them, running my eyes over the information. Height, weight, health history… My blood ran cold when I realized what it was, even before she confirmed it.

“Applications for a sperm donor.” My throat ran dry as I let the file in my hands fall back on the table, and still she never raised her gaze to meet mine.

I didn’t know what to say. All I knew was that I didn’t like this feeling at the bottom of my stomach, this overwhelming need to have her in my arms and reassure myself that she was mine - even though she wasn’t.

“… Am I not providing you with enough cum already?” I joked, hoping to ease the tension, praying that she’d look up at me and roll her eyes, explain she was going over this for some friend or something.

When she instead raised her gaze to meet mine and held it with a serious look in her eyes, I knew my fear had caught up to me.

“Why are you doing this?” It slipped from my lips before I could stop it, and now that it was out there, I knew everything else would come out too. Y/N pushed away from the table to stand up, turning her back to me momentarily instead of immediately providing me with an answer.

“Isn’t it obvious?” She asked, staring out her floor-to-ceiling windows, the skyline of the city in plain view for the both of us. “I’m getting older and I know I’m never gonna have the time to pursue a real relationship. I’ve always wanted to be a mom. This seems like the only way of doing this.”

I held my breath, heart beating wildly inside my chest as I took in her figure, imagining it different - hips wider, breasts fuller. A kid on her rounder stomach. And it wouldn’t be because of me.

“Why don’t we have one together?” I watched her freeze in surprise, features unreadable for the seconds it took to get a reaction out of her. When it did come, it wasn’t the one that I was expecting.

“Are you out of your mind?” She laughed, hands covering her belly from how much her body shook with the action. I grinded my teeth, trying not to let it affect me.

“I don’t see how that’s amusing, sweetheart.” My tone left it clear that I was pissed as hell with her, and she stopped laughing at that point, although not for the reason I had wanted.

“I can’t believe you’re being serious.” She shook her head, hands on her hips in incredulity. “I can’t believe you’re that desperate for money, that you’d offer something like this just so I will keep paying you.”

That hurt. I tried not to let it show by scoffing and brushing the comment off of me. I knew I deserved it, so I focused on my goal: showing her that the man she shouldn’t believe wasn’t the one standing before her.

“It’s not for the money,” I said, watching her arms fall at the side of her body in shock. “You were always the one that I wanted.” It was maybe ten years too late, but it was the truth.

Unfortunately, she didn’t seem to believe it - or at least, she wasn’t prepared to accept it. All she did was hum as she turned around to occupy herself with the files once more, like I hadn’t said anything at all to her.

“It’s true,” I insisted, not quite sure of what else I could say to get her to believe me, but much to my surprise, that was the sentence that took her from denial to anger.

“C’mon, Ransom,” she argued, “If it wasn’t for Harlan cutting you off, you would have never gotten in touch with me again.” I nodded, granting her that.

“Yes, but not because I didn’t want you,” I explained. “I wanted you way too much, in fact. More than I have ever wanted anyone in my life.”

And there it was. The truth, at last spread out before our eyes for her to take in. I’d had the time to process it, come to terms with it, so I could accept that she’d need it too. She just had to see that it was in fact the whole truth - the reason why I broke it off with her and the reason I was scared of being with her again.

I wasn’t prepared to feel that much for someone. I wasn’t prepared to give myself to someone in the way true love required. But what I had come to learn in our time apart and the moments we shared since we started this arrangement was that it happened anyway.

I gave myself to her because I still loved her deeply and I knew I always would. So I was prepared to finally relish in the benefits of my reality, instead of continuously suffering in my avoidance.

“Why are you telling me this now?” She asked, and hope started to fill my lungs, spreading over my chest and reaching parts of me I had forgotten about. It made me take a step closer to her, almost reaching out to take her in my arms.

“Would you have believed me if I told you before?” I knew I’d caught her there. I was too much of a player, too out of touch with my own feelings the last time we were together. And even though I liked to think not much had changed, it was clear that it had. I’d changed as much internally as my life changed after Harlan broke the news about cutting me off the will.

“I want to be alone,” she suddenly broke me out of my thoughts, turning her back to me and focusing on her desk once more. For a second, I thought that was it. I thought I had lost her. But the thought had me so distressed it quickly became an angry determination to make her believe me and give me another chance.

“Well, I don’t want to leave you,” I declared, hands over my hips when she turned around to stare at me in incredulity. For a few minutes we remained there, facing each other, waiting for the other to break.

“I can’t believe you want me for more than my body and money,” she finally broke the connection, looking at her own feet when she crossed her arms. I could hear the hurt in her voice, and I could feel it in my heart as I was once again forced to confront my own mistakes and how they affected her.

But I wasn’t about to give up now.

“It’s alright, I’ll show you,” I assured her, pulling her close so I could capture her lips in a bruising kiss. My hands roamed over the expanse of her back before they went to her ass until finally, I reached the hem of her skirt, pulling it up to her hips.

“Goddamn it, you’re a stubborn idiot,” she complained once I parted from her lips to catch my breath, but ever her own voice held a tone of amusement while I laughed.

“And I’m about to breed you, so you better get used to the idea of raising another stubborn idiot.” I felt her muscles freezing underneath my touch, the reality of my intentions shocking her even after everything I said. I just took advantage of her lowering her defenses to turn her around and shove her down against her table, my fingers already rubbing the slit between her thighs to find her wet and ready.

“Not wearing any underwear, huh?” I teased, leaning over her to brush a kiss against the shell of her ear while my hands worked on ridding me of my slacks.

The way we fit together could never compare to anything else in this world. I didn’t know how I was able to live so long without her pussy clenching around me, pretending I didn’t know what heaven felt like - but it did explain why I was so hungry in my pursuit of other women, why as much as I fucked I could never really feel satisfied.

They weren’t her, and therefore, they would never be able to make me happy. And I knew I made her happy, her moans assured me as much when they escaped her perfect lips to take over the office room she spent most of her days in.

“I’d try to keep quiet if I were you, baby. You wouldn’t want your staff to know how much of a whore you are, huh?” I teased, smirking at how ruined she looked like, with the side of her face resting against he desk. “Getting filled in your own damn office, right where you take so many meetings in. If only they knew how perfect you feel when I fuck you like this.”

She couldn’t hide from this anymore. She couldn’t hide from me. And she knew it, which was why she whined as she felt her orgasm approach with my continuous thrusting.

“Hold it, sweetheart,” I asked, trailing my fingers down her back. “Beg me for my cum. Beg me to breed you.” She hesitated for just a second before throwing her pride away and relenting.

“Please, cum inside of me,” she pleaded, voice small but firm. “I-I want to feel you filling me up.” That did it for me. As I reached my peak and came deep inside of her, my fingers met her nub so she’d join me in the paradise I could only ever enter when she was in my arms, groaning in satisfaction when I felt her sweet, tight pussy clenching my dick.

“You stay right there,” I ordered, keeping my hand on her back so she wouldn’t waste any of my cum by trying to leave. But she didn’t. She just stood there while I caressed her skin, smiling softly at the woman I loved, knowing from now on, she’d be mine.

“You know this means you’ll become my trophy boyfriend, right?” She mulled at some point, making me chuckle.

“I hope it means I’ll become your trophy husband eventually, baby.”

[overevans]

Yes, please!! 🥺

[lipstickbisous]

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[pettyprocrastination]

Not me thinking about ransom drysdale again

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Will…there be more…sub..sugar baby ransom in the future??? 🫣

Yes 😅😅😅 I'm 1. Slow 2. Trying to write a third novel. And 3. Feeling greatly uninspired with life.

But to tide you over while I suffer from these things, here are some thoughts.

No tws, read at your own risk cause it's late and I'm lazy.

Subby Sugar Baby Ransom Thoughts

Remember when I said he doesn't do oral? He sticks to that for a whole month. That's it. Only 30 days. And then he crumbles like a shortbread.

He is a soft cashmere baby, which I mean we all knew that.

But he fucking loves how touchy it makes you. It's why autumn and winter become his favourite seasons.

If Ransom decided to be a brat while out a date, you give him one of two types of hand jobs.

Option 1: he's been good recently, and tonight seems be stressing him. So to help him relax, you remind that he is a good boy, that he is doing such a good job being your arm candy, and that daddy wants him to cum. His whole body shivers like the tension and stressor are being exorcised from his body.

Option 2: this attitude is just the shit icing on a shit cake. So you drag his ass to the bathroom to stroke him off and give him a talking to. Daddy gets him all dressed up, treats Ransom so sweet, and he acts like this? There is only one way to fix this attitude and it is a ruined orgasm. Not edging, not loving strokes, but masterful and quick strokes of your hand that bring right up to the edge so when you let go just as he starts to cum it almost stops.

Ransom hates his birthday. It's a reminder he is getting older. And he doesn't know how to accept the fucking sentimental and nice gifts you get him. The regular stuff, the spa weekends, the box seat tickets for the hockey finals, he can accept those because it still feels transactional. He hates that you want nothing in return when you gift first editions of his favourite murder mysteries.

Ransom lays fucking pipe, and he knows it. But he always blows his load too early if you call his dick your "sweet little cock". Something about it makes his brain go off line.

Sugar Baby!Ransom has sent you nudes that are just him lying on a bed of $50 bills.

Your immediate response was to organise for that to be corrected to $100 bills.

The first time you personally give Ransom a massage he cums on accident. He is so relaxed in the bed he doesn't pay attention to his hips moving.

Since being added to the oral is amazing train, Ransom will suck on literally anything. He loves having something to occupy his mouth.

The first time Ransom tries cooking you dinner it is an utter fail. Like truly the man is relegated to cold sandwiches and smoothies for ever.

Ransom accidentally says I love you during sex. When you don't say it back, it sends him into a two week tailspin.

[royalsweetteaa]

C.E. MASTERLIST

Steve Rogers masterlist

Ransom Drysdale masterlist

Johnny Storm masterlist

Ari Levinson

Oneshots

Blurred lines - Professor!Ari Levinson x student!reader

Summary: your relationship with your social science professor has blurred lines and you start having feelings for him. Question is if the feelings are mutual.

Drabbles

A wanted step - Ari Levinson x reader

Summary: Ari wants you pregnant, but you have yet to have a talk about when you would stop taking your birth control pills.

Jake Jensen

Oneshots

Mama’s boy - sub!virgin!Jake Jensen x mommy!reader

Summary: You take Jake’s virginity and discover he has a mommy kink in the process.

(Idea by @whoore-for-stucky)

Hey, kitty kitty - Jake Jensen x reader

Summary: Jake comes home to a nice surprise from his kitty.

Bryce Langley

Oneshots

Just like animals - soft!dark!Bryce Langley x reader

Summary: You spend your summer vacation with your childhood friend, Bryce Langley, and learn about his new obsession of questioning morals which otherwise really shouldn’t be questioned. How will he respond when you put him to the test?

His sunflower - stepbrother!Bryce Langley x reader

Summary: After a long lasting scandalous ‘friends with benefits’ relationship with your stepbrother Bryce, you decide it’s best to put it to an end, especially now that you have another guy on your love radar.

Drabbles

Perfect like that - Bryce Langley x gf!reader

Summary: You have a body insecurity, particularly with your stomach and Bryce won’t allow it.

Andy Barber

Oneshots

Daddy replacement - sugar daddy!Andy Barber x sugar baby!reader

Summary: Andy takes care of his sugar baby who has daddy issues.

Drabbles

You’re enough - Andy Barber x depressed!reader

Summary: Andy comforts you during your lowest.

COMMON ROOM

One-shots

(threesome/polygamy/love triangle relationship)

Clever compromises - Ransom Drysdale x reader x Jake Jensen

Summary: Yours and Ransom’s sex life is almost non-existent as you’re having a hard time not feeling intimidated by Ransom during sex. He turns to Jake for good advice, but Ransom thinks more than Jake’s helpful words will be needed from him.

Shameless ménage - dark!stepfather!Andy barber x innocent!naive!reader x dark!soft!Johnny Storm

Summary: You live with two men in the house; your stepdad, - Andy Barber who had married your mother before she had passed away, and Johnny Storm, - who Andy is the Godfather of. What you once called a family was turning into a household full of malice intentions.

HCs WITH THE CEVANS CHARACTERS

cevans characters & reaction to sudden affections

(Idea by @silelda )

cevans characters & calling them ‘pretty boy’

cevans characters & catching them crying

cevans characters & life after marriage

(Idea by @femefetalelevelingup )

ce characters & reaction to Y/N flinching

cevans characters & tier list of top/bottom/switch

cevans characters & catching them masturbating

cevans characters & size differences/size kink

cevans characters & reaction to reader teasing them

(Idea by @elle14-blog1 )

cevans characters & loosing your virginity to them

cevans characters & giving your first blowjob

(Idea by @elle14-blog1 )

cevans characters & reader’s first time of using the safe word

(Idea by @elle14-blog1 )

cevans characters & reacting to pregnancy/how they will act during pregnancy period

cevans characters & having a daughter

cevans characters & huge age gap relationship

◼️ DARK HC THEMES ◼️

cevans characters & ignoring the safe word

cevans characters & unhealthy/toxic/dark behaviors

cevans characters & taking virginity of innocent/naive reader

cevans characters & having you as their basement wife trope

AU MASTERLIST

Our little farm - Farm AU ft. Bull hybrid!Ransom Drysdale x reader & bull hybrid!Ari Levinson x reader

Collaboration with @imyourbratzdoll

[barneswinchester]

MCU Masterlist II

check out my part I if you haven't already!

Bucky Barnes

SMUT 👅

princess

raw

intentional

size

spaghetti

briefing

unfortunately yours

motivation

comfort

3 am

belong

positions

pass out

bucky's pastries

been like this

overstimulated

nothing wrong with you

under the table

trainer bucky

friendly neighbourhood mafia boss

brat

empty

on my tongue

no escape

just a scratch

it all belongs to you

fed up

dead of night

hungry eyes

brat

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

shaky

stress

sweeter than sugar

top of his list

perfect, doll

understudy

obsession

around your finger

my girl

I love you to the moon and back

sleepyhead

you and me against the world

Steve Rogers

SMUT 👅

I'm not finished yet

exhibitionism

birthday wake up

plus one

wide open

baby fever

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

comfort

nightmare barns

Stucky x Reader

SMUT 👅

snakes and ladders

mafia men

mafia

perfect

let us take care of you

laced around your throat

daddy lessons

a warm place

late nights

defiance

the mess we've made

late nights

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

flinch

our girl

no control

french fries

rogue

no room available

I missed you

happy 4th of july

Andy Barber

SMUT 👅

good behaviour

anonymous

look, don't touch

happy daddy's day

go ahead and cry little girl

in the mirror

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

good little wife

Ransom Drysdale

SMUT 👅

love on the brain

I'd go black And blue

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

protective

Lee Bodecker

SMUT 👅

pregnant

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

Loki

SMUT 👅

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

bad days

never enough