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mp3chan · 1 year

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plz reblog/follow if u enjoy!

pairing: felix x afab!reader

tw: hair pulling, oral (reader receiving), MINORS DNI

wc: 1.1k

an: ive never written an afab! receiving oral scene before so im so sorry T~T

-> kinkmas 22’ masterlist!

“you want me to what?” you blurted out in surprise, panting heavily as felix pulled away in embarrassment.

“…pull my hair…” felix mumbled again, his cheeks turning a bright red, a color you only saw when he was either absolutely mortified or very out of breath, or completely aroused.

you were honestly kind of confused by his request. felix was so gentle and wanted sex to be tender and loving, he never understood why people liked it so rough anyway. so felix wanting you to be so seemingly rough with him all of a sudden was out of character from him.

“lixie…are you sure?” you double checked, wondering what would have caused this sudden change in what he wanted in bed. then it dawned on you.

felix came pouting into your apartment a few weeks ago out of the blue, immediately sinking into your lap. he told you that the boys were talking about their sex lives, again, and teased him, again, about how soft felix was. but felix never said anything other than that and never brought it up again.

“lixie is it because the boys teased you?” you asked him, wondering if you were gonna have to knock the boys heads together and have a stern talking to with them about this.

“no! no!” felix quickly denied, knowing you were thinking of talking to the boys about this. “something else happened…” he admitted.

you tilted your head and watched felix silently gather the courage to tell you what happened, thinking maybe one of the boys tugged his hair and some other teasing happened.

“well…we were getting our hair done and my stylist pulled my hair a couple times…..and when i looked down …” felix was stuttering at this point and somehow redder than when he started speaking.

“was your stylist -“ you started to ask if felix thought his stylist was pretty, which deep down you knew wasn’t true.

felix was a lover but never showed any real interest in anyone other than you. something all of his friends told you almost immediately after meeting him.

“no! i mean yes but not like you are…it was just the feeling of it and i was already thinking of you and then-“ felix started to nervously ramble away and would have kept on doing so unless you stopped him.

you kissed him deeply, hearing him gasp as you pulled away. “you got hard just thinking of me pulling your pretty hair?” you smirked, giggling when felix eagerly nodded.

“how do you want to do this baby?” you asked him, watching felix shimmy out from under you and then sit between your legs.

“can i eat you out?” felix was blushy all over again, you adored his freckles would almost get lost in his blushed cheeks.

“no need to ask lixie.” you smiled, slipping off your underwear and laying back on felix’s pillow and spreading your legs from him.

felix was quick, lips attaching to your thighs, kissing and biting his way up to your cunt. “so pretty.” he mumbled against your pelvis, shifting upwards so he could kiss above your core as well.

you sighed contentedly, snaking your fingers into felix’s long locks, tangling the strands around your fingers and gripping gently.

felix gasped against your core and looked up at you with wide eyes, silently begging you to keep going. you tightened your grip on him just a little, just enough to get the initial sting of hair being pulled in felix’s scalp.

just enough to get a whine out of him. felix immediately lurching forward, tongue pressing between your folds to lick over the expanse of your cunt.

“fuck…” you groaned, your other hand slipping into the mess of felix’s hair, using his locks as handles to hold him against your pussy.

felix mumbled something against your skin, assuming you understood it, and repeatedly licking up and down your cunt.

you were panting, barely able to make out the fact felix even said something. “lix…repeat….” you panted, pushing him away just enough for him to speak properly.

“harder….” felix panted himself, breathless from having his face shoved between your legs, though he was not complaining at all.

“sure?” you double checked, petting his head gently, curling your fingers into a fist with his locks inside them. waiting for felix to nod or say yes but tugging him back to your cunt.

“positive.” he smiled up at you, whining loudly when you tug his head roughly back to your pussy.

felix was more eager than usual, immediately shoving his tongue inside your entrance, earning a loud moan and harsh tug on his hair from you.

felix knew how to work you up quickly, pressing his tongue on those certain spots inside you that he knew drove you crazy. his lips rubbing against your clit, somehow pushing all the buttons now.

“oh god…felix…” you moaned, biting your lip to try to muffle yourself, not wanting to give the boys any other reasons to tease felix.

felix moaned loudly against your cunt, it been muffled by your flesh, but vibrating everything his mouth touched, exactly what you needed to finish.

“fuck!” you cursed, tugging felix’s locks roughly, hips bucking against his face as it was slicked over with your release.

felix moaned quietly against you once more as you began to calm down, his hands rubbing your thighs gently, trying to relax your muscles.

you held onto his hair for a bit, immediately letting go when you realized you were still holding onto to felix. “sorry…” you panted, hearing felix laugh above you, having already stood.

you managed to lift yourself up on your elbows to look at him, gasping quietly when you noticed his stomach stained with his own cum. you honestly hadn’t expected him to just get off solely on that alone.

“you came from just that?” you asked, not meaning to come off so blunt, but you were just surprised.

felix blushed bright red again, just like when he was telling you that he liked his hair being pulled in the first place.

“yeah…” he crawled over you, holding himself above you now. “you just taste so good and you somehow knew exactly how hard and where to pull my hair. it felt so good.” he muttered against your shoulder, placing a gentle kiss against your skin.

“im glad lix….i was worried i went too hard.” you whispered, guiding his face back to yours, kissing his lips softly.

“love you.” felix muttered, completing laying on top of you, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, content to just fall asleep there.

“love you too.” you groaned, not even trying to shove him off. you were pretty much too tired to do so. “and your pretty hair.” you chuckled.

“shut upppp!” felix whined dramatically trying to nuzzle further into you and sending you into a fit of giggles.

#mp3chanwrites #felix x y/n #felix x reader #felix smut #felix imagines #felix scenarios #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #skz smut #skz x reader #skz imagines #kpop smut #stray kids smut #skz x y/n #skz scenarios

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peachedpaws · 17 days

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i dont even know if tumblr is a good site for this but i'm out of options! so:

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hii lol my roommate did not tell me we were short And late on rent and i need to raise as much money as possible before for monday so i am willing to haggle on prices! nothing crazy ofc but im very desperate and anxious rn lol.

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sinful-sindy-art · 7 months

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Hi :)

My comms r open again plz dm if interested

Reblogs are greatly appreciated 🥺🥺🥺

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mmingooo · 1 year

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hiyaaa <3 skz giving you their jacket bc u look uncomfortable headcannon plz

they give you their jacket to place on your lap -> stray kids ot8

-> warnings: mentions of reader being uncomfortable because a man is staring at them on channies part, also reader is gender neutral but uses skirts and dresses.

-> pairing: stray kids ot8 x gn!reader

-> genre: fluff, slight angst.

-> notes: hi anon! thank you so much for your request! (also thank you for sending it again lol), i hope you enjoy this! also, any type of positive feedback is very much welcomed! <3

find my masterlist on my profile!

please make sure to reblog my content!

-> bang chan 방찬

you and chan had decided to go party, neither of you were big party goers, chan was always busy and you preferred to stay at home and watch movies and shows, so this was out of the ordinary for both of you.

the party was being thrown by a friend of yours, ans after many hours of trying to decide if you wanted to actually go or not, you decided you would only go if chan went with you, and to your surprise, he said yes almost immediately.

so here you were, sitting in your friends couch while making small talk with the people there.

you had chosen a dress that even though it wasn’t too reviling, you still felt uncomfortable and kept your hands on the end of your dress in an attempt to cover yourself and not flash anybody.

and your uncomfortable state was amplified when you noticed a man from across the room had been staring at you with hungry eyes. you felt disgusted and violated, and wanted nothing else but get up and leave, but you didn’t want to cut chan’s fun, since he had been talking to someone who was very interested in music production, so you just sucked it up.

chan noticed you shifting uncomfortably, and followed your gaze to the man who was eyeing you.

without saying a word, he took of his jacket and placed it on your lap.

“here,” he smiled at you.

“thank you”

“do you want to leave,” he whispers in your ear, you give the man a side eye and shake your head.

“no, don’t worry, i think he noticed you were with me”

chan turns his head to look over to where the man was standing and notices he’s gone.

“it sucks that he only left when he noticed that”

“yeah, but i’m used to it, don’t worry, go back to your conversation, it seemed interesting,” you kisses his cheek and he smiled.

“okay, let me know if you need anything”

“i will”

-> lee minho 이민호

the day was sunny, but not too hot, there was a nice breeze that accompanied the rays of sunshine and there didn’t seem to be too many people on the streets since it was sunday, so you and minho decided to go for a walk.

you wore a cute dress that matched with minho’s shirt and you set out for your afternoon walk.

after 20 minutes of walking the breeze picked up and it began lifting up your dress little by little.

your hands were alternating from being place on your lap and back, depending on where you felt the wind coming from, and with one of your hands being intertwined with minho’s, it was becoming harder to keep up.

in your back and forth, you didn’t catch minho’s eyes that noticed you struggling. he removed his hand from yours and used the jacket he had been holding on his other hand in case you got cold to wrap it around your waist, it wasn’t much, but the weight prevented the skirt from lifting up.

“thank you baby,” you smile at him and he nods.

“don’t mention it,” he intertwines your fingers again and resumes your walk.

he wasn’t a fan of big gestures, but you appreciated that he noticed small things and helped you out without you having to ask, and even though it was the bare minimum, you were grateful to be with someone who cared for you and your safety.

-> seo changbin 서창빈

your favourite band was on tour, and you had been set on getting a ticket one way or another.

your boyfriend changbin had been watching from his side of the couch as you excitedly waited for tickets to begin selling, and when the moment arrived, you asked him if he wanted to accompany you and changbin knew that even it he didn’t like the band, he would go anywhere if it meant he would spend time with you.

so now he found himself sitting next to you at the concert venue, he had been listening to you speak about your favourite song and go into great detail about why you liked the band since you got here. the sparkle in your eyes when you talked about them was something changbin could never be bored of, so he just let you speak until you got tired.

you had decided to wear a nice, casual, white dress, and it you hadn’t thought it would be a problem until the concert started and you began jumping from excitement while singing the songs.

it was rather uncomfortable since you were occupied enjoying the concert, but also making sure your dress didn’t roll up and reveal anything.

after a few minutes of struggling, you felt changbin wrap his arms around your waist, and you soon realized he was tying his jacket.

“thank you,” you peck his lips with a smile, he smiles back at you.

“of course, now enjoy the show,” he grabs you by the shoulders and turns to around to face the stage, where the band was now about to begin playing your favourite song.

-> hwang hyunjin 황현진

visits to the museum weren’t rare for you and hyunjin, it was a ritual to get up on the last sunday of the month and walk to a museum you picked the previous night.

you would think doing it every month would become tedious, but the truth is, you felt invigorated by the time you left the place. it inspired you to paint and plaster your emotions on the canvas, even if you weren’t that much of a painter and only began going because it was hyunjin who was seeking inspiration.

every time you’d go to the museum, you and hyunjin would separate and go look at different art pieces and then would inevitability find your way to each other.

you were sitting in front of a piece that caught your eye the second you walked into the room, it was an abstract painting of what seemed to be a meadow and it was painted with fluorescent colors, and even though they made the painting seem more alive, you could still sense a profound sadness.

you had to sit in front of the painting to admire it, and also because you became overwhelmed by the sentiments you percieved.

the skirt you decided to wear seemed a bit too short, because when you sat down, it went up a little tok high for your liking.

“here,” hyunjin places his jacket on your lap, you hadn't even noticed him walking into the room you were at, but were grateful for his quick thinking and thank him with a smile.

“you like the painting, huh?”

“what gave it away?,” you keep your eyes on the painting.

“you got that look in your eyes and you had to sit down to contemplate the art”

he knows you too well.

“true, and now i’m staring at two pieces of art,” you say staring directly into hyunjin’s eyes.

he giggles and covers his face.

“keep your eyes on the painting,” he says with a big smile.

-> han jisung 한지성

accompanying jisung while he composed and wrote songs was one of your favorite activities, even if it involved you having to sit in silence while your boyfriend worked.

you had been sitting on the couch for hours, scrolling through social media, watching videos and catching up on the latest episode of that one drama you’ve been watching. your butt hurt, that was the truth, so you decided to lay on the couch, you were wearing a dress, but didn’t put too much effort on keeping it from rising up, after all, you were with your boyfriend and you didn’t mind.

that is until one of his producers came into the room, you immediately sat up and greeted him respectfully, now here you were again, in the sitting position that was making you uncomfortable, all you wanted was to just lay down and sleep, but now that there was someone else in the room, you didn’t feel comfortable enough.

jisung noticed your expression, and quickly got up to grab the jacket that was in his backpack.

“here, place this in your legs and lay down, you seem tired”

“thank you baby, how long do you think until you’re done?”

“not too long,” he caresses your cheek, “now sleep”

you smile at him, and with the sight of him working hard on his new song, you drifted off to sleep.

-> lee felix 이필릭스

your group had finally gotten a nomination for an award. after a year of working hard on your music and presentations, you finally got nominated and would probably win, at least that’s what everyone else told you.

your stylist had decided on having you and your group wear beautiful naive dresses, all with their own distinctive highlight.

you had been sited by the staff in front of stray kids, you knew they were loud, but never this loud, you were telling this to one of your members while simultaneously trying to cover the end of your dress.

the staff had promised you all that they would bring blankets so you could cover yourselves, but they never came, so now you were both cold and uncomfortable.

“didn’t they said they’d be here soon?,” your member asked you in reference to the staff.

“yeah, i don’t know what’s taking them so long, maybe they’re helping out another group first, they’ll be here soon,” you assure them.

“hello,” you hear a male voice speak beside you, and when you turn around you see who seems to be felix from the group behind you, he looked prettier in person.

“hi,” you give him a warm smile.

“here, use this until they give you a blanket,” he hands you his blazer.

“oh no, no, don't worry about it, i’m sure they'll be here soon,” you assure him, “plus it's really cold, i don’t want to be the cause of you freezing to death,” you joke.

“no, it’s okay, i can stand some coldness if it means you’re comfortable, here,” he places the blazer on your lap and backs away with a smile, you thank him before he sits back down.

you know people were going to freak out about your little interaction and make all sorts of interesting rumors, but at least your legs were both protected and warm.

-> kim seungmin 김승민

car trips were your favorite form of travel, you loved rolling down the windows and feeling the wind hit your face, listening and singing songs until your throat hurts, and most importantly, chatting and joking around with whomever you were traveling with.

right now, it was a few of the members of stray kids and a few of your own friends, and for some reason, you felt like they were trying to set you up with seungmin.

yes, it was true that you had a bit of a crush on him, but you weren't planning on telling him or anything, you were too scared of what his answer might be, so you just kept your distance and tried to not be alone with him for too long, or else you feel like you’d just tell him how you feel and you did not want to ruin your friendship, at least not yet.

your friends knew this, but for some reason, they still felt like it was a good idea to sit you next seungmin for about 5 hours straight, you didn't know how you were going to survive this.

and so, you set out on your little spontaneous adventure.

it was all going well until your friends decided to roll the windows down, you had decided to wear a skirt, seeing as the day was going to be warm and sunny, but now you were regretting it, you kept trying to keep your skirt down, but it was becoming more and more difficult.

seugnmin noticed and quickly took of his jacket, placing it on your lap.

you look up at him surprised, “thank you, but are you sure you don’t need it?”

“i think you need it more than me,” he smiled.

you heard faint “ooh’s” from your friends in the back, but decided to ignore them.

maybe this trip would give you the courage you needed to finally confess your feelings to your friend, who knows, maybe he reciprocates them.

-> yang jeongin 양저인

jeongin had finally asked you out, you were as excited as one can be, he had told you to meet with on the park near your apartment, so at exactly 5 pm, you begin making your way there.

once you arrive, you text jeongin to figure out where you need to go now, and shortly after he replies giving you directions.

once you were a few meters away from him, you wave hello and he does the same, he had set a blanket below a big beautiful green tree, it had been your dream ever since you saw the tree from afar the first time you visited the park a while ago to have a date under it.

“hi, how are you?,” jeongin asks when you arrive to where he was standing, you admire everything he had set out and smile.

“i’m good, how are you?”

“good too, so, you wanna sit?”

although jeongin told you your date was going to be at the park, you thought maybe you’d sit on one of the picnic tables, so you chose a cute skirt to match your shirt, and now that you knew you were going to sit on the ground, you were going to sit in a rather strange and uncomfortable position.

after a few minutes, your legs began to cramp, jeongin noticed by the look of discomfort on your face.

“oh, i knew this would happen, so i brought a jacket,” he said while handing you it.

“what?,” you ask confused.

“you can cover your lap so you can sit more comfortably”

you can’t hide your smile and giggle.

“thank you, i really appreciate it,” you say while covering your lap and changing your sitting position, “so, where were we?”

#ꕥ stray kids #ꕥ ot8 #stray kids x you #stray kids headcannon #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #seungmin #i.n

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tatatatatara · 5 months

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Since Tatara's poll is coming soon I'll post this again

EXCLUSIVE DEAL:

I receive: vote and reblog for Tatara in the upcoming TG sexyman poll

You receive: one badly drawn chibi in bunnysuit, like this (yes plz notice the inconsistence in style and quality)

The rules are below if you're interested

The requirement is vote and reblog with something like "Tatara sweep" or anything similar. And no you can't reblog one for Tatara and another one for his opponent.......

If Tatara wins, I'll draw for everyone (who did the thing above). If Tatara loses, I'll draw for the ones who reblogged with propaganda

And yes this means that the rewards will likely to be distributed when the poll is ended. I need to prioritize my trade sorry 😭 but it can be delivered sooner if I feel like it

I don't know how much do I have to draw, how fast I can draw and how busy I'll be in the future so I can't promise you the day I'll deliver this. But rest assured that I will keep my promise I plan to take Tatara as far in the tournament as I can

It is badly drawn and I mean it. You will get a chibi in a bunny suit but the quality will vary, simply because I have inconsistent artstyle (i'm bad at drawing) if you see my arts you'll know. Also I'm better with young female characters if you need to know, I can't draw male characters as good

I accept Tokyo Ghoul characters (except T-Owl (sorry)) because they are easy to draw and I'm familiar with them. You can try asking for your blorbo from another show and I'll see if I can do them

Alright that's it folks! Let's trade honest labor for votes for my sexyman

#tgsmp propaganda

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agirlandherkinks · 4 months

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Introduction Post

Hiiii :3

You can call me Ally (as in like Alison), and I'm an aspiring writer of weird niche fetish content.

Thought I should probably make one of these things just to let ppl know what's up around here.

This is a HORNY blog and SAFE SPACE. That means NO MINORS, NO BIGOTS, and NO TERFS ESPECIALLY (actually all of them equally but still)

Anyway ✨About Me✨:

She/Her, 20, Aussie (AEST timezone), Raging Pansexual and probably also Hypersexual. Transfem cause I'm cool :3

Neurodivergent if u couldn't tell by what I've written already, suffering from Anxiety but attempting to defeat it thru the power of being incredibly horny.

I'm a sub that can technically dom, except that I have the proven endurance of a mayonnaise bottle.

Sometimes I'll be here every day, sometimes I'll disappear for like a week at a time cause the writer's block is hitting me hard in a non-sexy way or I'm boring and not feeling horny.

Feel free to send me asks or ig dms where u tf me or do something fun like that. Can't guarantee I'll respond all the time (or that I won't instantly break character and heat for the bit), but at the very least it will make me slightly horny and I appreciate that 🙏

Sending me unsolicited nudes is a no-no and will be met with an Orbital Missile Strike, or in lieu of personal access to government militia, a frowny face and block.

Kinks/Fetishes/Things that make me really horny, in no particular order: Hypnosis Bondage Latex Bimboification Transformation in general that stuff's fun MTF transformation Inflation Furry/partial furry transformation (partial transformation is more fun to me) Bunny girl transformation :3 Also Hucow transformation skfdjs (not really into udders but I will accept H-cups) Expansion Corruption Brain Drain/IQ play/Dumbification (the solution to anxiety is being too horny to feel it 😎) Grinding Petplay Edging Orgasm/Arousal control Degradation (call me a slut plz and ty) Being dommed by any gender or gear Some level of CNC I'll define in a bit That thing where your transformation is affected by like character creation stats (-1 Int, +1 Cha, that kinda thing) Similar thing to that but for Attributes (ass, tits, etc), like u move a slider up and my ass gets bigger or IQ goes down :3 Slime Lactation Heat That thing where u get transformed by magic clothes or a high-tech body suit or something Dronification

What ain't the vibe: Ageplay Feet Intense verbal abuse I'm sensitive :( Not cool enough to be into Sadism/Masochism sorry Unsolicited nudes, again Loli (I mean better than an actual kid ig but nope no thanks) Ovulation (neutral on this maybe someone can persuade me) Incest Big age gaps (not my thing sorry for being boring) Piss/Scat/general human waste products Straight-up rapeplay, like as long as there's some willingness I'm chill (I count having my brain fried and rearranged to be horny as consensual)

Anything not on there I'm kinda neutral on but not really interested in.

Anyway list always subject to change, ty for surviving thru my rambles :)

Should have my first story (I should really post drafts but got that perfectionism) within a week of first posting this. Can't guarantee stories will come frequently but I'll do my best to make them as sexy as possible :3

Feedback is always appreciated but for now have a good morning/day/evening/night, and I wish everyone that reads this gets some pretty hot orgasms and has their fun niche fantasies come true <3

P.S. You can find my stories in my reblogs by searching "#ally's kinks"

#ally's kinks

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beforeviolets · 8 months

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help I need more adult moots with my interests!! looking for blogs who post about:

good omens

GOOD OMENS AGAIN BECAUSE AHH

ofmd

diverse fantasy books

lotr

doctor who

art history

shakespeare

if this is you, please reblog or reply!!! (minors plz DNI)

#good omens #ofmd #our flag meets death #fanart #doctor who #lord of the rings #lotr #bookish #fantasy books #bookblr #shakespeare #art history

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rubynationwins · 2 years

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So You Want To Tango? Part 2 (18+)

Stepbrother! Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!PlusSize! Reader (Soft!Dark!Ransom)

Series summary: All you were trying to do was lose your v-card, was that too much to ask? Apparently so, according to your stepbrother.

Main Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Chapter Warnings: Soft!Dark!Ransom, reader is a junior in college, plus-size!reader, virgin!reader smut, non/dud-con, fingering (f receiving), swearing, ransom being an ass, choking, manhandling, degradation, slut shaming, manipulation, angst, mentions of self-deprecation/body issues, stepcest. 18+ Minors DNI. DNR if you do not like or are triggered by such topics. Read at your own risk.

Word Count: 4,973

A/N: This part is a lot longer than the first, I guess that might explain why it’s taken me so long to fucking finish! But I did, woo-hoo! I also wanted to note that I've never written step-sibling stuff b4 this series so this is new territory for me. It's used more as a plot device and not as a 'kink' if that makes sense. I just wanted the kind of dynamic it creates & it works for me so whatever. (Fuck it, right?) Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

(If anyone is confused about the timeline, reader arrived from college at the Drysdale residence on Friday, part 1 takes place on Sunday, and this part is about a week after part 1. Hope that helps!)

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

It had been a week since the incident with Ransom and you had done your best to act like everything was okay, like your ex-stepbrother hadn’t shoved his tongue down your throat and threatened to take away your virginity. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as easy as you had hoped to forget his twisted words.

“I’ll be happy to teach you how to dance like the slut you were always meant to be.”

An involuntary shudder ran down your spine at the memory of the intense heat of his body pressed against yours as he spoke those vile words into your ear. Whenever your… interaction with Ransom popped into your head, you felt a deep course of shame roll through you. Not only at how he utterly humiliated you, and not just at how he’d so easily set your nerves aflame but at how his accusations had hit you right to your core.

“When you get to be your age without having a dick shoved up your needy little hole, you open your legs up to whatever comes your way.”

You despised his misogynistic slut-shaming, but a niggling at the back of your mind said he was right. You had only agreed to Tod’s proposition because you just wanted to get it over with. You were tired of feeling excluded from your peers, tired of feeling like you weren’t mature just because you hadn’t “popped your cherry,” as some people put it. That pressure seemed to outweigh your moral sensibilities because you had given it up to the first guy to show you some interest.

You hadn’t really liked him – he was one of Ransom’s friends for fuck’s sake – but when Tod came on to you that day it felt like your only option. Taking him up on his offer for a quickie in one of the guest bedrooms hadn’t felt like all your hopes had finally been answered, it had felt like you were giving up. Giving up on a real relationship. Giving up on having sex with someone you actually cared about and who cared about you too.

You had already been regretting your decision when Ransom had burst into the room and sent everything to shit, but that wasn’t any excuse for the way he’d treated you like some hussy. He didn’t own you. He wasn’t in charge of your body, or your sex life, for that matter. You gulped when, again, you recalled what he’d said.

“I’ll show you who really owns this cunt: me.”

Fuck him and his domineering, supercilious attitude.

The more you thought about it, the more you were convinced his “promise” had just been another way to mess with you. The fact that you hardly saw him this past week seemed proof enough. He was a lazy trust fund kid who barely had a job, it’s not like he had much to do other than lay around the house whenever he wasn’t off with his friends partying and being a playboy douche. He was definitely staying away from the house, and if you had to guess you’d have a pretty clear choice as to why: you.

He was avoiding you. If given the chance, you would be doing the same, but it’s hard to avoid someone when they’re not around. His arrogant ass was probably worried you would try and take him up on his “offer” and that he’d have to back down.

Of course, you would never do such a thing, but it was clear that he viewed you as nothing more than a wanton skank who was going to throw herself at his knees, begging for him to rescue her from the woes of virginity. What a fucking joke. At least his absence saved you the constant anxiety of looking over your shoulder and jumping every time you heard a door shut, afraid he would corner you and try to make good on his word.

It was obvious now that he didn’t actually want to fuck you, it had been the heat of the moment that made his body react that way – that made yours react that way. Not to mention, he couldn’t possibly be legitimately attracted to you. It was just the forbidden thrill that riled him up.

You didn’t look like any of the women he’d ever brought home, he cycled through plenty and you recognized a certain type he preferred. A type that you had, and never would, be able to fit into – quite literally. That realization should have relieved you, but it somehow left a sour taste in your mouth. Whatever. The thing to focus on was that Ransom couldn’t give two fucks about you and the incident had just been a little blip.

With that confirmation in mind, you could walk around the house like normal and not act like some coward. Instead, you walked around confidently while internally wrestling with the feelings and images he had implanted in your head.

Sure, Ransom was conventionally attractive, handsome even, but beneath his well-defined stature was a rotted pile of bullshit. That’s what you kept repeating to yourself when the feel of his thick fingers digging into your ass flooded your mind. You replaced the sensation of his kiss that still lingered after how many days with the reminder of how many other mouths he’d shoved his tongue into before.

You were nothing to him, had always just been a footnote in his privileged path through life. The daughter of the woman who had replaced his mom and stole from the pot of gold he had amassed as an only child. You knew he looked at you and despised everything about he saw; your parentage, your background, your lack of original wealth. You weren’t worthy in his eyes. But that didn’t matter, because you regarded him all the same. ---------------------------------- It was Saturday night. The staff had the weekend off and Richard had left for some kind of overseas trip before you had even arrived last Friday.

Once again, Ransom was nowhere to be seen – thank god – so you had the house to yourself. While it was fairly large and isolating, you didn’t mind being alone in the cavernous home. On Tuesday, your stuff had finally arrived from college, so you’d taken up the guest bedroom furthest from Ransom’s.

When you left for college two years ago, your old room had been stripped of any trace of you. It was back to a pristine grayscale guest bedroom with navy accents and overstuffed furniture. Obviously, during all those years you lived in the mansion, you’d just gotten in the way of the Drysdale aesthetic of meaningless overpriced decor and detail.

Presently, you were in the kitchen, microwaving some popcorn for the movie you’d chosen to watch that evening. The popping of the kernels was loud and quick, and soon the smell of melted butter flowed through the room. A beep sounded to alert you that your food was hot and ready, so you opened the microwave door and plucked the now-inflated bag off the turntable. You held it at the corner, careful not to burn yourself, and turned around to grab the large, metal bowl sitting on the island counter.

You jumped when you saw the figure standing in the doorway.

“Whatchya makin, sunshine?”

Startled, you dropped the bowl and it tumbled to the ground, the clattering setting off even more alarms in your head. The popcorn bag had also fallen from your grip, and yellow-tinged kernels were strewn across the floor.

Ransom stood at the entrance of the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes crinkled in amusement as he examined the scene, taking in the spilled popcorn and silver bowl still comically rolling on the ground, making a loud whooshing noise. Looking up, his wolfish eyes landed on you. He pushed off the doorjamb and stalked forward, monitoring your shocked expression from the other side of the counter. He stilled the spinning bowl with his foot, the room now filled with tense silence.

“Well, aren’t you the fucking chef, sunshine?” He made a show of once again looking at the scattered popcorn, “I don’t remember you being such a klutz.”

Your heart was still beating fast from the surprise of seeing him, but you scrunched up your face and hissed, “I’m not a klutz. You’re the creep sneaking up on unsuspecting girls and ruining their dinner. How can you be so massive and yet so silent?”

He grinned, “I’ll take that as a compliment, sunshine. Maybe I’ll take to cat burglary one of these days. But it was pretty easy to ‘sneak up’-” his fingers made air quotes around the label- “on you when you’re making such a racket in my kitchen.”

Your jaw clenched at his choice of words. He was always laying claim to things like that, making sure you knew you were just a guest; unwanted, at that. He always made it clear that this place was his and not yours. Which didn’t really bother you. You didn’t want his life.

You ignored his attempt at a dig and walked to the long cabinet in the corner of the kitchen that held cleaning supplies and grabbed a broom and dustpan.

Ransom gave you a quizzical look as you swept up the fallen food, “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? Cleaning.”

“Just let the help do that.” He actually sounded a bit baffled.

“They’re gone, it’s Saturday,” you stated bluntly as you swept the debris into a small pile.

“So? Leave it until Monday for them to take care of. That’s what they’re fucking paid to do.” His privileged tone dripped with sharp disdain.

You rolled your eyes. He was such a spoiled brat. “That’s how you get ants,” you said, secretly hoping your flippant tone would irk him. Inwardly, you were grateful for the task, though. You could focus on sweeping and not on Ransom’s intimidating form, or the memories it dredged up. “And I’m plenty capable of cleaning up my own messes. Although this was caused by you.”

Once you were certain all the popcorn was in a pile, you bent down, placing the dustpan on the ground and lightly sweeping the ruined food into it.

Ransom had been silent for a while, watching as you worked with a disapproving gaze, but when you bent forward, unknowingly sticking your ass out right at him, he changed his tune, “On second thought, you look pretty good as a maid.”

You scoffed and glanced back at him, eyes narrowed. He hid the glee that spread through him at your annoyance and pointed to a single kernel that sat right in front of his shiny brown shoes.

You stood back up and emptied the debris into the trash can hidden under the counter. “You have opposable thumbs and working limbs, why don’t you get it yourself?”

“You’re the one who said you were perfectly capable of cleaning up your own mess,” he countered.

Heaving a sigh, you trudged up to him. You stared him dead in the eyes before crouching down and snatching up the tiny piece of popcorn.

Your plan was to spring back up and flick it right into his stupidly good-looking face, but that was thwarted when a weighted hand pressed on your shoulder.

You looked up and Ransom’s blue eyes gleamed. “Why don’t you stay down there, sunshine? You look so perfect kneeling before me.”

A rush of heat flooded through you, but you batted his hand away, moving back slightly before standing up, successfully, this time.

“Ha. Ha. Ransom,” you tossed the last piece of popcorn into the trash as you walked over to the sink, “I know that you get some kind of sick amusement making misogynistic comments like that, but I’m not about to let your pompous ass intimidate me. Not again.” You turned your back to him and started washing your hands. The water was scalding, but you welcomed the distraction.

This time you would stand up for yourself. This time he wouldn’t catch you off guard. “So go back to whatever man-child frat party you came from and have fun with people who act just like you – drunk assholes with the mental capacity of 15-year-old boys who think being a dick is a personality tr-”

Two large, thickly veined, hands slammed down on on either side of you. They gripped the edge of the sink tightly, caging you in. You squeaked when you felt a domineering form hovering behind you. One of the powerful hands reached forward and turned off the roaring water of the faucet.

Hot breath prickled against your ear. “Looks like the little virgin’s finally got some balls,” Ransom’s low voice sounded sinister, even with his usual sarcastic bite, “I forgot how infuriating you usually are. Even though you play-act this strong, empowered, bitchy character, I know what you really are beneath all that big talk, and I miss that begging, distraught, wannabe whore.”

You flinched, feeling inside every bit as helpless as he accused you of being. You fought not to let it show, though, “Ransom, remove yourself from my personal space.” Instead of the strong, unbothered tone you were going for, your voice sounded hushed and weak.

His deep chuckle sent shivers down your spine. “Sunshine, what did I just say? Remember how the last time we saw each other, you were whoring it out in my home?” He shoved his hand between your thighs, cupping your mound. “All because this virgin cunt couldn’t last a single second more without being filled full of cock.” The heel of his palm dug into your pulsing core and your body curled forward, shocked by the sudden pressure. “I already told you that I’d give you the honor of losing that innocence to me, so I don’t see why we have to beat around the bush, so to speak.”

You clutched his hand and pried it away from your heat, not sure where you found the strength to do so. You pressed yourself against the sink, trying to leave as little room for another move like that as possible.

Instead of attempting to dive back in, Ransom rested his hand on your plush waist, squeezing tightly, “Still playing hard to get, huh? I know you want my dick inside you, sunshine.”

You shut out the millions of charged electrons shooting through you and blurted out, “Even if I wanted to have sex with you – which I absolutely do not – I don’t need some pity fuck from a two-pump chump like you. You could be the last person on Earth and I’d still rather die a virgin than let your limp little dick anywhere near me.”

Ransom stilled behind you, fully removing himself from your body. For a second you thought that was it, that he’d leave.

How foolish of you.

Strong hands gripped your hips and spun you around. Ransom dug a hand into your hair and pulled the locks tight. You felt the bite as they tugged at your scalp. Just like last time, his eyes suddenly lacked the mischievous glint that always seemed to shine in them. Instead, they were cold, sky-blue orbs. You could see a seething fire beneath his stoic face, only given away by the twitch in his left eye and the clench of his chiseled jaw.

He didn’t do anything though - not yet - he just held you there to cower before him, letting you become more and more fearful of what was spinning around in that twisted mind of his. You looked away but he shook the fist tangled in your hair, your eyes rattled in your skull as you brought them back to focus on him.

He breathed in deeply, “Pity fuck, huh?” He used his grip on you to tilt your head back and forth, examining your frightened features, “That’s what you think I’m doing, sunshine?” You gulped. He shook you again, “Answer me!”

“W-why else would s-someone like you be interested in m-me?” You squeaked out, hating the self-deprecating words, but not knowing how else to combat his advance.

His eyebrows turned up in something you assumed was supposed to convey sympathy. “Oh sunshine, that’s real cute. You know, I thought this shy, self-conscious shit was just an act to turn me off, but you actually don’t see what you do to me?”

He brought his other hand up and stroked your chin, grazing your jaw as he traced some invisible line down your neck. “Besides, when have I ever been known to show pity?” He spat the word out like a curse as his fingernails scraped your sensitive flesh.

His look of pure fascination as he watched his hand’s descent baffled you. You pushed your thighs closer together, unsure as to why his expression sent heat rushing between them. His ghosting fingers came to a stop right over your heart and he splayed his fingers out, palm flat against your sternum. He stared at his hand as it moved up and down with the rhythm of your breaths.

“Sunshine, I don’t know when and I don’t know how, but I can’t keep my eyes off of you. And even when you’re not around, you still won’t leave my fucking head. It infuriates me. That this girl that stumbled into my life, this nothing, suddenly flipped a switch in my brain. I mean, I’ve fucked plenty of chicks in my day, even went out with a lucky few, but none of them have done what you do to me.”

His other hand moved to grip your waist, kneading the soft slope. “I’ll be the first one to agree that you’re not the stereotypical type of woman I keep around, but maybe that’s just another reason every time you enter a room I lose sight of all reason.” His fingers bit into your soft flesh as his grip tightened. “I lose my fucking mind, sunshine, and it’s all your fault.”

You didn’t know what to say. All you could do was stare at him helplessly as his hand on your chest curled up to wrap around your throat. His eyes blazed with desire as he squeezed, leaning forward so that his lips brushed yours.

The way he was acting scared you more than him cursing and berating you. That you understood, that you could fight. But this? This spelled more than a one-time thing, more than misplaced desire or hate fucking. There was a possessiveness in Ransom’s eyes that terrified you.

Even more than that, though, his actions had your mind and body in overdrive. No one had ever wanted you like this before, and the fact that it was someone with an icy heart like Ransom, made you feel almost special in some fucked up sort of way.

Everything was wrong. You needed to get out of there. You shook your head and brought a hand up to pull at his wrist. “N-no Ransom, you don’t actually like me. You just like the idea of fucking someone who’s off limits and I’m off limits for a very legitimate reason-”

His hand moved from your throat to your mouth, muffling your protests. “Sunshine, you always make it perfectly clear that we’re ex step-siblings. Besides, it’s not like we were raised up together, it’s really not that big of a deal. But you’re not wrong completely, it does make this all the more enticing - and I bet you feel the same way, too.”

His hand returned to your core, this time diving past your waistband and into your panties. You shrieked, again grasping at it in an attempt to remove the appendage. It was buried in there though, so your attempts were futile and when he ran a finger along your slit you convulsed. Your body wasn’t used to this kind of sensation. It wasn’t used to any attention like this.

His sadistic laugh echoed off the sterile kitchen walls, ringing in your burning ears. When the fingers that had been rubbing through your folds, playing with the embarrassing amount of slick, moved to your clit, you lost touch with reality. The sodden digits working over your coursing bundle of nerves in rough circles was sending shocks through your system.

You cried out at the sparks and Ransom grinned. “That’s right Sunshine,” His fingers plunged into your drenched pussy as his palm ground into your clit. “Only I can make you feel this way.” You quivered against his touch, already feeling the pull of your orgasm. “You think any 20-something college shithead is gonna touch you like I do or make you cum like I’m about to?”

You pressed your eyes closed, trying to drown out his words and focus on the magic happening between your thighs. You tried to imagine it was anyone but Ransom touching you. He grasped the side of your face, turning you to look at him.

He jostled your eyes open again and you gasped at the intensity in his darkened eyes, the pupils overshadowed any of the icy blue they usually held. “Answer me.” His grip was bruising and pulled your focus from his relentless toying underneath.

You gulped, not wanting to say the words, but the need for release beat out your pride in the end, “N-no, Ransom, only you.” The words felt heavy on your tongue but your mind was clouded with electric sparks as he curled his fingers up into your g-spot.

A garbled cry fell from your lips at the new pressure and Ransom swallowed it with his mouth as he lunged forward, arresting your moans with his own as you locked lips. His teeth bit into your lower lip until they broke skin, the slight tang of blood mixed with spit as he dragged it into your mouth, caressing your tongue with his own as he growled at the taste and feel of you.

His fingers followed the motions of his tongue as they both explored all that you had to offer. His hand dropped from your face and moved down, roaming over the expanses of your skin. He pressed it against the soft curve of your belly, and you made a disapproving sound, your hand coming up to pull his away from the parts of you that you didn’t want anyone to know about, nonetheless touch. He growled a warning and batted your hand away.

“Mine,” he grumbled into the harsh kiss and continued to run his large, warm hand over you, over all of you. He took his time to squeeze and caress every part of you that you always hid away as if to force you to acknowledge that the feeling of his heated palm and deft fingers actually felt incredible. It made you feel desired in a way you hadn’t before, a way that made your knees weak.

His long fingers were pumping in and out of your aching pussy, the squelching sound that filled the room made you both ashamed and turned on. Your breath hitched when he focused back on your clit again, his fore and middle fingers dancing around it as you started to shake in his strong embrace. You felt lightheaded as Ransom dragged you to the edge, your feet scrambling for purchase because you didn’t know what was going to happen when you inevitably came. You had never experienced such a crushing, overbearing tension in your abdomen before, the pressure made your body tense like you were a live wire about to spring.

Ransom buried his fingers in your pussy again as his other hand ceased its exploration of your generous curves and came to join it at the apex of your thighs. He settled his fingers on your bundle of nerves and once more began his blissful torment. He worked his hands independently as one pistoned into you over and over at an agonizing speed and perfect angle and the other attacked your clit. His endless teasing was pure torture as he rubbed the pulsing nub, not letting you build on a simple incline but bringing you up and down over and over as he kept switching between determined, heavy pressure and feather-light touch.

His mouth was still devouring yours. It was like he was taking control of your entire being, working your body in a way that only he knew how, removing your autonomy from the equation. He was showing you that he was the only person who could bring this kind of soaring pleasure to you, not even your own hands could do what he was doing. It was as if he was inside your brain and knew just how to light up every one of your nerve endings.

He wrenched his lips away and you let out a lewd cry as he ran his teeth down your exposed neck, nipping and slurping as he went. Your hopes that he wouldn’t leave a visible mark vanished when his teeth bit into your pulse point and he sucked. You had always found hickeys to be vulgar and unnecessary, but the sound and heat made your knees weak.

Your voice was a mix of unintelligible sounds and a tumble of expletives and even Ransom’s name. Every time his name spilled from your lips, he pressed into you even further, which seemed impossible at that point.

He finally stuck with grinding his fingers against your clit fully as he added another thick digit to the two that were already thrusting in and out of your quaking pussy. He’d been keeping you at the crest of your peak for who knows how long. All you knew is you would say anything - do anything - for him to make you cum right now, and that sentiment played across your lips in a garble of wanton pleas.

He must have been able to decipher the mumble of your slurred words because he stilled. You whined, your hips bucking up, but he stilled you with a flat palm to your abdomen. A low laugh brushed across your collarbone as he licked his way back up to your ear. His hot breath sent tingles along your spine as he whispered, “You better remember that promise, Sunshine. Begging for an orgasm like the little cockwhore I always knew you were. My little cockwhore,”

You couldn’t combat his claims, heat flamed across your face at his cutting words. They felt true at that very moment, even though the part of you that detested him screamed at you to deny him. “But, who am I to resist when you beg so nice and pretty for me? Go ahead, I’ll give a fucking slut just what she wants, Sunshine. Give my pussy what she needs.”

With that, his fingers thrusted back into your hole, curling up as his other hand’s fingers practically vibrated against your aching clit.

You screamed as your orgasm overtook you, it blasted through your body in a strike of lightning that shook your bones and boiled your blood. There was nothing else there as the world collapsed around you, you couldn’t even hear the satisfied laughter of Ransom as you drifted through a fucked-out abyss.

Your legs fell out from under you and Ransom pulled you closer, grinding his hard-on into you, groaning into your ear. In the back of your mind, you knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help the muffled, “Thank you, Ransom” that flew from your mouth as his fingers worked you through your peak.

It felt like hours before you finally came down from your high, Ransom’s hand still buried between your thick thighs. He couldn’t remove it if he wanted to, not with how tightly you clenched around it. His free hand came up and brushed away the hair sticking to your sweaty brow, gazing at your still panting form.

He gripped the back of your neck and yanked you into another searing kiss before he bent down to your neck again and bit into the mark he’d already made, sucking even harder to make sure the bruise would last. “Mine,” his low voice grumbled, as he lapped at the mark.

He licked his way up to your ear before he spoke in a clear voice, breaking you from your reverie, “Gotta run, sunshine-” he managed to finally pull his hand from between your still trembling thighs. He wiped his drenched fingers on your shirt, staining it with your essence- “don’t get me wrong, I’d love to stay and continue the fun, but I’ve got a date with a hot piece of ass from my gym named Vanessa.” He spoke the name like it dripped molten gold.

For some reason, your heart sank to your stomach at his words.

He fully removed himself from you, straightening out his tight fitting, thin, sweater and rolling down his sleeves. His eyes raked over the messy, cockdumb state he’d put you in, a self-satisfied smirk played at his lips.

He checked his watch before he continued his cutting speech, “I’m already running late, not that she’ll mind though, it is me, after all.” He palmed his cock, shifting it in his straining pants. “Might have to skip dinner and head right to dessert, if you know what I mean,” he winked at you as he sauntered out of the kitchen.

Before he turned the corner, he paused, glancing back at you with fire in his eyes. “I’ll see you around, sunshine. You’re gonna have to return the favor, after all.”

With that, he exited your vision, the sound of his measured steps echoed off the hallway walls and rang in your head as you sunk down to the floor. Tears ran down your cheeks, unbidden by you, and you let out a shaky cry as you were once again left to wallow in guilt and shame and insatiable desire by Ransom fucking Drysdale.

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