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ronearoundblindly · 3 months
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ransom + a kiss on a falling tear? 🥺
*evil cackling*
Ransom Drysdale x reader [can be enjoyed as a one-shot or as a piece of The Root of All Ransom series]
The Ransomizer
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Warning for filth and so many f-bombs. I'm sorry, but they make *him* and they make it way funnier. MINORS DNI. There is plenty for younger readers on my Light Masterlist, but this one is not for you! WC 1023
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There’s an app, and at this particular moment, Ran might destroy any phone on the fucking planet that has it downloaded.
Fucking traitor.
Fucking mathematical bullshit.
He trusted that fucking thing, but this? Ran’s gonna expire before night’s end because of that piece of fucking shit.
No, Ran tenses and slows down, too close, too close, not yet. Fuuuuuuuuuck.
He squeezes his eyes shut, heaving in a breath and growling the air back out.
See, the app is called the ‘Randomizer.’ All it does is generate a single digit number—1 through 9. That’s it. That’s all it does.
You and he use it for chores or choosing between equally-favored options of things. It’s always been super helpful since that’s the kind of decision making Ransom can’t fucking stand to waste time on. It became a fun game of who does what how many times before switching.
Tonight, Ran decided to make it choose…something else, namely how many times you’d each come on Valentine’s Day.
Then that fucking piece of donkey-ass, hurl-fodder went and did this.
Orgasms for you: NINE.
Orgasms for him: ONE.
Cocksucker!
Or, he guesses, ZERO COCKSUCKING.
The mere thought of you on your kn—nope. Breathe. Hold it together. He can do this.
It’s been a marathon. He has walked away—pulled out and gotten off the bed—to cool down several times. If blue balls were a real condition, he’d be dangling two setts of lapis lazuli.
Once, he even took a pillow with him to scream into, he’s so (sincerely) fucking frustrated.
You came on his fingers twice, with his mouth another, with his mouth and a finger in the ass another, him fucking you while you wore this dainty heart buttplug once more, and (thank god) three times while riding him. It’s finally about to be his turn. He just has to get you there one last time.
The night’s gone on so long that it’s early.
You two have been running on fumes and hastily-grabbed water for the last half hour.
“Come on. Come on, sweetheart. You can do it. One more for me.”
He’s got you folded in half beneath him on the very damp bed, cockhead pumping (albeit slightly slower in his fatigue) over your g-spot with expert, torturous precision.
He can feel you climbing back toward a peak, but if he doesn’t seal this fucking deal he will literally, metaphorically, and physically die. Holy shit, don’t lose it. Don’t fucking lose it.
He has one last, completely desperate play to make, and when he weighs his options based on the inferno deep in his thigh muscles, the near-hallucination level of oxygen deprivation to his brain, and the magnet-like pull of pleasure between his pelvis and yours, he can’t see a choice.
At this point, you’re so fucked out, you might not even notice, so he releases one of your legs to let it lazily flop with his thrusts, the flat of your foot weakly kicking his ass without a care in the fucking world except for fuck’s sake come, woman.
Ran grasps your throat gently, palm hot on your clammy skin, tilting your face to the side for better control while the situation feels excruciatingly out of control. He gives the tiniest squeeze as he grinds his hips to yours, the most friction he can offer until the chaffing starts—and it will start soon since he ran out of lube when you rode him.
He watches your shining eyes cross in bliss before you close them.
Tears escape, and he hastily curls forward to catch one with his lips as it rolls to your hairline.
You taste like sweat and sex. That’s no fucking surprise. One shower ain’t gonna wash this stink off.
Fuck, he’s so close.
After staving off his end for so long, he almost can’t believe it. There’s a euphoric haze that blurs the edge of his existence and a dull ringing in his ears that won’t stop. Good, because he can’t stop either.
“You want it. I know you want to. You wan’ cum, don’t you?” At this point, he’s…not sure who he’s actually referencing, but fuck if he’s thinking anything at all.
He’s startled—full-blown, jerks-to-a-stop startled—by your end.
Your hands, which had long since turned to jello, spring to life and claw at his chest, so he instantly lets go and props himself up. Holy shit, he’s never heard you mewl like that. And the force with which you writhe beneath him? Well, he could maybe sorta kinda consider doing this again for another ticket to see that show.
You grip at his sides and keep punching your hips up. You’re fucking him mid-air, legs lolling hap hazardously behind his back and thighs, possessed to move by the sheer potency of your spasming core, and it—it—oh fuck.
Like a house of cards, Ran’s resolve crumbles to leave him nothing but a puddle atop you.
Stamina in absentia, mouth stretched open where it landed over your collarbone, he sobs curses in relief, emptying everything he has regardless of how pinned and tangled you two are.
The flood recedes. Tidal currents return to normal in his body very, very slowly.
He dimly realizes he’s too heavy to stay like that, but he can’t roll away or let go.
Ran tucks his arms beneath you, shifting the burden to his forearms, veins screaming in protest, but he doesn’t fucking care. He bends his knees to hold up his lower half, a warm trickle of cum, dislodged from you, making its way down his balls, but he doesn’t fucking care. He becomes the least effective cage imaginable because he’s not meant to keep you like this.
He just needs a minute, just one fucking minute after this very long night.
He looks up to your face, tracing his nose up your throat and pressing his lips against your lax jaw.
“You’re doing the fucking dishes this week,” he groans. “I don’t give a shit what the app said.”
You pat a hand to his sweaty ass.
“Yeah.”
He just needs a fucking minute, but he'll take nine if he god damn pleases.
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Steve Rogers and a kiss on a scar ⬅️ ➡️ Bucky Barnes and a kiss as encouragement
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 8 months
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"STOLEN PAINTINGS SEEN IN NEW YORK," Montreal Star. August 23, 1933. Page 3. ---- Word Received Here That Works Have Been Exhibited ----- Several of the 16 paintings, cut from their frames in the Montreal Art Gallery on April 19, have been seen on exhibition in New York City since that time, it was learned this morning, in the course of inquiries into the latest racketeering development in the sensational theft, whereby the present possessors offer to return the works of art to their painters for 25 per cent of the value originally placed on them.
The situation now appears to be that of a person or persons, who, having stolen the paintings, cannot find a market for them.
Montreal police were silent on the matter this morning. Inspector Victor Foucault, commanding the detective bureau is now in possession of the picture and letters sent to the Montreal Star and La Presse yesterday, but declined to discuss the case from any angle, beyond saying that he had not heard from any of the artists involved.
CONSIDERED BLIND Though the pictures have been seen in New York, there is no definite assurance that they are still there. as the demand. by the racketeers that the reply to their offer be published in the New York Times, is considered a pure blind.
Two of the artists, Kenneth K. Forbes, of Toronto, and Joseph St. Charles, of Montreal, have expressed themselves ready to pay the demanded 25 per cent of the value of their works, if the same are in good condition.
So far, there have been no more communications in the matter, nor have any further messages been received from the present possessors of the paintings.
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martyrbat · 4 months
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my secret confession is i think a lot of current art in comics is pretty but sometimes way too glossy and lifeless... it kinda feels like a sticker sheet where they just swap out generic stock poses that they have on hand for that character rather than the art being reflective of the actual story and moment the character is currently in
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pennpenn · 2 months
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MLB Omori au by @tosteur-gluteal
Transcript:
-did you see on the news that a few akumas showed up in germany?
-...what??
-yeah, it's fine though. Apparently there's this new Korean speaking superhero called the Meat Man who's getting rid of all of the akumas.
-the what man?? Catmint, we've been over this. Only the ladybug miraculous can revert everything and get rid of an akuma.
-the akumas don't exist anymore. Meat Man ate them.
-he what??
Bonus, Lobotomy Corporation Kel(Qli) meanwhile:
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Religious publications are really fucking weird
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incorrect-hololive · 2 years
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Pekora: I have a license to commit war crimes.
Noel: Where’d you get that??
Pekora: I made it myself, with glitter glue.
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aculka-the-shark · 1 year
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draw narancia with oversized cat-ear headphones listening to baby shark 10 hours
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BST: BABY SHARK TORTURE
For those who are confused about wtf is this saw spin-off, here is sh*tpost this image is based on
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ronearoundblindly · 3 months
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Currently rewatching knives out and “the wank and the yank” keeps popping up in my head. Honestly, terrific work on your part. That’s such expert, witty writing. Ransom is so smart, what a shame he uses it for evil
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YOU'RE IN LUCK!
It's looking like Ransom Demands will include some lovely transitioning of our boi to a *recovering douchebag,* so soon, we will get to see him fight those bad instincts (and perhaps even accept why he does that shit in the first place 😱).
The Wank and the Yank shall return!!
((Somewhere in that I forgot this involved a compliment, and I recognize I am terrible at acknowledging those. Thank you. I adore that something I wrote has brought you joy! 💚💜))
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 8 months
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"Artist Won't Pay Ransom," Border Cities Star. August 26, 1933. Page 12. ---- FOR STOLEN PICTURE ---- J. St. Charles Changes His Mind ---- MONTREAL, August 26. - Joseph. St. Charles, Montreal painter whose portrait of Dr. J. A. Mireault was one of 16 canvases stolen last April from the gallery of the Montreal Art Association, is unwilling to pay anything for return of his picture.
Mr. St. Charles, together with Kenneth K. Forbes, well-known Toronto artist, previously announced he was willing to pay 25 percent of the value of his painting to insure safe return as demanded in spectacular letters sent by the thieves to city editors of two Montreal dailies. The letters demanding ransom were accompanied by mutilated portions of a picture by Marc Aurele Fortin, also stolen from the gallery. Mr. Forbes reversed his decision on the grounds that payment of "ransom" for return of his pictures would be the means of encouraging the stealing of more pictures. Reversal of his decision had been made for the ping become a recognized form or vice same reason, Mr. St. Charles stated yesterday. "We must not let kidnap in this country," he said.
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gkatte · 7 months
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I have a very elaborate prank planned and this file is the center piece.
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faedecay · 1 year
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Screaming at @butchram to leave marks all over me or else I’ll throw a tantrum
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xxlordalexanderxx · 1 year
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I suddenly crave maidens.
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saikokirakira · 1 year
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in around three days⁉️ are you tumblr peeps okay⁉️⁉️ do you guys need a hug⁉️⁉️⁉️
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the closest i got to these numbers was randomly posting a spicy snusnu fic of ransom drysdale but seriously all of you, thanks for loving the fic. i see a lot of reblogs as well. you can tell how much this means to me. 🥹🥹
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inklingofadream · 1 year
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today on nextdoor: someone seems to think that her cat is missing because... someone is abducting cats (plural, not just hers) for ransom???? It also appears to be an indoor cat that slipped out, so not even a "someone else's outdoor cat is your future indoor cat" thing??? as opposed to... a cat that got outside being hidden away somewhere
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bellamygate · 5 days
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i love youtube communities where everyone just bullies the youtuber and that's the dynamic
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cardentist · 6 months
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hey, so people need to be aware that youtube is now (randomly) holding basic features for ransom (such as being able to pin comments under your own videos) in exchange for Your State ID/Drivers License, or a 30 Second Video Of Your Face.
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not to pull a "think of the children," but No Actually. I've been making videos as a hobby since 2015 (and I've had my channel since middle school), I was a minor when I started and I'm not sure I would have understood the kind of damage something a seemingly simple as a video of your face can do.
this is a Massive breach of privacy and over-reach on google's part No Matter What, but if they're going to randomly demand a state ID or license then they absolutely should not allow minors to be creators.
google having a stockpile of identifying information on teenagers is bad enough, but the Alternative of recording your face and handing it over to be filed away is Alarming considering it opens the gates for minors who Aren't old enough to have a license.
and yes, there is a third option, but it's intentionally obtuse. a long wait period (2 months), with no guarantee of access (unlike, say, the convenience of using your phone's cameras for either of the other two), with absolutely No elaboration on what the criteria is or how it's being measured.
it's the same psychological effect that mobile games rely on. offer a slow, unreliable solution with no payment to make the Paid instant gratification look more appealing (the "payment" in this case being You. you are the product being offered).
and it's Particularly a system that (I think intentionally) disadvantages people who don't treat their channels like a job. hobbyists or niche creators who don't create regularly enough or aren't popular enough to meet whatever Vague criteria needs to be met to pass.
markiplier would have no problem passing, your little brother might not be able to. and while Mark's name is already out there there's no reason why your little brother's should be too.
something like pinned comments may seem simple, you don't technically Need it. but it's a feature that's been available for years. most people don't look at descriptions anymore. so when there's relevant information that needs to be delivered then the pinned comment is usually the go to.
for my little channel that information is about the niche series I create for. guides on how to get into the series, sources on where to find the content At All (and reliably so). for other creators it can be used for things Much More Important.
Moreover, if we let them get away with cutting away "small" features and selling it back to you for the price of your privacy, then they Will creep further. they Will take more.
Note: I have an update to this post here: [Link]
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