#ransom drysdale x woc!reader

[eulalielatibule]

Pine-ing For You

Pairing: Soft!Roommate!Ransom x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Fluff, Christmas, some swearing, fake dating, there was only one bed.

Summary: You bring your roommate, Ransom, to your family's Christmas celebration.

A/N: This is a repost from my old account, @/hevans-angel. It's probably my favorite Ransom fic I've written so I wanted to get it out for this holiday season! Merry Christmas everyone!

You had known Ransom Drysdale for many years, since you both were in diapers. It was safe to say you two were good friends, despite Ransom being… Well, Ransom. You practically knew everything about him.

Practically.

Since letting him move in with you after he was cut from Harlan’s inheritance, however, you discovered the biggest plot twist of all plot twists:

Hugh Ransom Drysdale loved Christmas.

Like, love loved.

As in, the man who gagged at those commercials of families getting together and being wholesome was also the person that put up the Christmas decorations at 12 am on November 1st.

You didn’t mind though, it was nice seeing him enjoy himself for a change; you had never seen him smile so much before, it was sweet. You almost told him he should smile more often but you didn’t want to run the risk of getting him all embarrassed so he’d stop.

Instead, you listened as he sang Christmas songs- his favorite was Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer, and he changed the lyrics so that Walt got run over- and helped him bake those little sugar cookies that had Christmas trees and snowmen on them.

You even put up with him whenever you just so happened to be standing underneath the mistletoe. He'd kissed your cheek and you’d kiss his, and when you'd pull back he'd be smirking.

One time when you both were drunkenly singing All I Want for Christmas is You, he pulled you over to the plant hanging from the ceiling and kissed you straight on the mouth. It was a chaste, puckered lips type of kiss and yet it still made your heart flutter from excitement. You both carried on as if nothing happened, never brought it up when you were sober.

You eventually decided the incident was merely drunken shenanigans and nothing more, although a part of you wanted to feel his plush lips against yours again.

When you asked him to join you at your family’s annual Christmas party, you weren’t surprised that he said yes. In fact, he seemed excited to go. He had told you that Harlan always threw these big holiday parties at his mansion, but they always ended in fights and Ransom running off to the nearest bar so he could drown his issues in the first woman he saw.

Not this year, though. This year you promised him it was going to be good. You had a small family, so really it was only going to be you, your mom, your dad, and your siblings. Maybe grandparents too if they could stop by.

“The only thing is,” you started, “I kinda need to lie and say we’re dating.” Ransom’s eyebrow quirked up, a shit eating grin on his face.

“Sweetheart, if you wanted to go out with me all you had to do was ask,” he quipped, causing you to scoff playfully and lightly shove his shoulder.

“No, it’s just that if my grandparents show up they’re going to bug me about how I’m ‘getting too old’ and I need to settle down. I'd rather not deal with it this year." Ransom dropped a heavy arm across your shoulder and squeezed in reassurance; you felt like a ragdoll compared to his strength.

"Don't worry, I'll help you out."

🎄

Christmas Eve came along, and you and Ransom drove to your parent’s house. He insisted on taking his Beamer, but of course he had to drive even though he didn’t know the directions. It was in the next town over in a nice gated community. You were the youngest of the family, so when you moved out to pursue your career they moved from one really big and fancy house to a different really big and fancy house.

The man at the gate let you in and Ransom drove by each neatly decorated house; some had only lights, some lawn decorations, a few had next to nothing. It was to be expected though, seeing that mostly elderly people lived in the neighborhood. You figured it was probably hard for them to decorate given their old ages.

When he got to the destination, you both got out of the warmth of the car and into the cold Boston air. Your parents- or perhaps someone they hired- made their house look like a fairytale; Hundreds of white lights covered every inch of the house, giant candy canes acted as a faux fence around the front lawn and two nutcrackers stood guard at the base of the porch. It looked even more magical with the light dusting of snow covering the ground.

“Wow, do they do this every year?” Ransom asked as he carefully climbed the stairs. He extended his hand to you, and when you didn’t take it he glanced over his shoulder. “C’mon, we're dating. Couples hold hands, sweetheart.” He smirked and you huffed a laugh, taking his gloved hand as he helped you up the stairs.

“Thank you. Yeah, they love decorating for the holidays. The inside is probably going to be even better.” After a knock to the door, you heard some busting from inside before your dad opened it with a big smile.

"Hey you two! Merry Christmas!" He hugged you and kissed your head before turning to Ransom. "How are you feeling being away from your family for Christmas?" Ransom shrugged, taking his sunglasses off.

"Honestly? Relieved. I don't have to deal with their bullshit. Thank you for letting me join you guys." Your family, parents in particular, loved Ransom. They found him charming and his comments on his family always made them laugh, because who could disagree? The Drysdales and the Thrombeys were horrible. Everyone that knew them would say that. Ransom had his moments, but since moving in with you he had improved a lot.

“Don’t mention it. Come on it,” your dad stepped aside and you and Ransom went into the house. Just as you expected, it was decorated beautifully. A giant Christmas tree stood in the corner next to the fireplace, said fireplace lit up and had stockings already hung up. There were dozens of presents underneath the tree, and sparkling multi-colored lights adorned the entire room.

“The turkey should be ready in an hour. You two get comfy.” Ransom went over to the fireplace and blinked in surprise.

“One of these has my name on it.”

“Well yeah. Seeing that we’re spending the night here, why wouldn’t they get you a stocking?” You stood beside him. Ransom’s was knitted with red yarn and on the white, fluffy cuff was embroidered “Hugh” in gold colored thread. They never liked calling him Ransom, your mom said the name “sounded too mean.” Yours was next to his, all white. The yarn had silver threads laced in it, and your name was embroidered in silver.

“Do they get stockings for anyone who comes over?” He didn’t mean to sound ungrateful, in fact he was the opposite of that. He just couldn’t believe someone would go through the trouble of doing that. As if you could sense that, you wrapped your arms around his torso from behind and hugged him.

“Face it, Ransom. We love you.” You grinned and he offered a small smile back.

“Finally admitting it, huh?” He turned around in your grasp. You felt your face heat up just a little as you shrugged nonchalantly.

“You know how I feel about you. You’re my best friend.” Ransom looked like he wanted to say something, but instead he kissed your forehead and sighed.

“You’re mine too.”

🎄

The party ended up going very well. Turns out pretending to be Ransom’s girlfriend wasn’t all that hard. You two pretty much acted normally, but there was extra hand holding, snuggling, and kissing. Lots more kissing. Whether it was on the cheek, forehead, even the back of your hand. He never kissed your lips, which in all honesty disappointed you. But you figured it was probably for the best, seeing that you were already so in your feelings about him.

Everyone in the family loved him, as usual. Your grandparents said they were happy you finally settled down with a nice boy. They even asked if you two would get married. You told them to quit it, but Ransom butted in.

“I can say with 100% certainty that I don’t see myself ever leaving her side.” Everyone at the table aww’d. You looked at Ransom, both confused but you also felt like your heart would burst from the sweetness of it. He winked and took another bite of turkey.

After dinner you all played games and watched a movie. It was tradition in your household to watch A Christmas Story every year on Christmas Eve. By bedtime, your parents told you that you and Ransom would be sharing the guest room.

Of course, there was only one bed.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you whined, laying down on the plush comforter beneath you. You had already changed into your pajamas, and Ransom was about to change into his.

“I’m not looking at you like anything.” He said, even though he was clearly smirking. You glared at him and he laughed.

“I’m sorry, I’m kidding. C’mon, this isn’t a big deal. We’ve fallen asleep on the couch together before.” He tried to reason with you.

“I know, but this is… Different.” You avoided his gaze and traced the stitching on a suddenly interesting throw blanket. Ransom sat on the bed in front of you and took your hand, making you look up at him.

“Do you want me to sleep on the ground?” He offered, but you shook your head.

“No, I don’t want you sleeping uncomfortably. You can sleep up here, but… No funny business.” You pointed a finger at him, and he nodded.

“You got it. No funny business.”

He went to the bathroom and changed into his pajamas, which was apparently sweatpants and no shirt. Lovely. You groaned and rolled over so you were facing away from him. You felt the bed shift as he laid down next to you.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Ransom.”

🎄

Christmas morning, everyone gathered around the tree to open presents. You sat next to Ransom on the sofa, his arm resting on the cushions behind you. The position was all too familiar, and your face heated; see, when you had woken up, you found yourself snuggled up to Ransom. You were nuzzled in his side, his arm draped protectively around you. You had managed to wiggle out of his grip without him noticing.

Gifts were passed out, "thank yous" and hugs as well. You had gotten a lot this time around, and your family even got Ransom gifts as well. That made him tear up, and you teased him for being such a sap.

Your gifts to him were simple but you hoped it showed you cared. It was a few new sweaters- you knew he lived in them practically all year long- a cookbook so he finally had no excuse to help you in the kitchen, and a writing set.

You had found this beautiful leather-bound notebook and fountain pen set online and ordered it immediately. Ransom had been talking about wanting to get into writing, whether it was novels like his Grandad or something else. You also mentioned to him that journalling was a good way to get one's feelings out in a healthy and constructive way. He seemed keen about the idea.

"Y/N, thank you so much," he pulled you into a hug and kissed your head. "I love this. I'll write you little messages every day." He said it in a joking way, but the way his eyes lit up made you think differently.

He went over to the tree and brought back a candy cane striped gift bag, placing it in your lap.

"Open mine now."

You untied the string handles and took the multi-colored tissue paper out. Inside was a set of three glass self watering globes- the top was a sphere and it had a long stem extending from it that had a hole at the tip, which allowed water in and out; perfect for watering plants.

The best part? The globe part was decorated to look like a cat’s face. It even had little ears. You gasped and looked at Ransom, who was looking pretty proud of himself.

“These are so cute! I… Can’t believe you got me a genuinely nice gift?” He scoffed and looked offended, but you knew he was just teasing.

“Oh wow, thanks a lot. As if you don’t go around our house talking to your plants as if they were real-”

“They are real.”

“As if they could understand you,” he offered, to which you nodded and he continued. “Besides, ever since you made me take care of them-”

“I didn’t make you, you insisted on it. And it wasn’t all of them, it was one. And it was fake.”

“Would you stop interrupting me? Could you do that?” He poked your side, to which you squealed and wiggled away from him.

“Okay! Okay. Continue, please.” You raised your hands in surrender, making Ransom laugh.

“Thank you. As I was saying, I know this is a hobby you love and…" he shrugged as he trailed off. You grinned and hugged him.

"Thank you, it's amazing. Now, what else did you get me?" He chuckled and squeezed your shoulder affectionately.

"The rest is at our place. It's a surprise."

Once all the gifts were opened and breakfast (and about half the candy in your stocking) was eaten you all said your goodbyes and headed your separate ways. On the way home, you and Ransom stopped by a coffee shop. You got tea and he got hot chocolate.

As you got out of his Beamer you saw something sitting at the front door. As you got closer you noticed it was a little cactus that had reddish-pink flowers growing on it. The way the flowers were growing made it look like it had a flower crown on. Your mouth hung open and Ransom hummed.

“Looks like the delivery made it on time.”

“Oh my god! I love it,” you enthusiastically picked up the potted plant and held it in outstretched arms so you could admire it. Meanwhile, Ransom unlocked and opened the door, an eyebrow raised.

“Are you actually crying right now?”

“Shut up, it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” you stuck your tongue out at him, running to the living room to add your newest baby to the collection. He rolled his eyes lightheartedly as he sat down in his recliner.

“I’m glad you like it, sweetheart. I would have gotten you something more but seeing that I’m running out of money that wasn’t an option.” You scoffed and shook your head, ridding yourself of your jacket and mittens.

“Are you kidding? This was perfect. /You were perfect. Thank you for being so great at the party. It really means a lot.”

“You know I’d do anything for you, babe,” he spoke so softly you almost missed it. You turned to him and reminisced on the past month, all the fun you two had. It was the most fun you had ever had with Ransom, the most fun you had ever even seen him have. Growing up he pretty much avoided anyone and everyone during the holidays, which is why you assumed he hated it. Now you realized he just didn’t have anyone that he could actually celebrate with in a meaningful way.

Now you realized that you didn’t want him to feel that way ever again.

“What are you thinking about?” You heard him ask, voice low and face soft. You broke out of your trance before gesturing for him to stand up. With a groan he did.

“Follow me.” You led him to the fireplace and stopped directly in front of it. Ransom’s forehead was wrinkled in confusion before he followed your eye line to the mistletoe hanging above you. He chuckled gently.

“I thought I was supposed to be the one to drag you over to the mistletoe,” he put his hands on your shoulders, gently letting them run down your arms and settle at your hips.

“Do you remember a few weeks ago, when we were drunk and you kissed me?” You felt him squeeze your hips lightly before nodding.

“That rings a bell.”

Your hands ventured up his chest, feeling all the defined muscles underneath the maroon sweater he was wearing. One hand rested on his shoulder, the other the back of his neck.

“I kind of want to do it again.”

“To get drunk or to kiss?” Ransom spoke softly. He licked his lips as his eyes roamed over your face.

You answered him by pulling his face towards your own and finally letting your two lips meet once more.

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[geminixevans-stan]

Rude Boy

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

Words: 3.7k+

Summary: Sometimes puppies need to be taught new tricks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he wanted too…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you weren’t finished with him yet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Angel,” his voice filled with adoration.

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

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

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

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

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

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

#Gemoriginal #gemrequest♥ #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x you #ransome drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x black reader #ransom drysdale smut #ransom drysdale daddy #ransom drydale x you #ransom drysdale x woc!reader #ransom drysdale x female reader #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale fiction #ransom drysdale fanfiction #ransom drysdale fic #ransom drysdale story #ransom drysdale masterlist #ransom drysdale imagine

[emerald-evans]

camboy!ransom drysdale moodboard

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#I spent like 20 minutes trying to download and edit the video to add in the gif and it turns our I can't even upload it here #I am a fool #camboy!ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x woc!reader #lyra's works

[mrsfrankadler]

Who’s at the door?

ransom x reader [?] and jake jensen x reader

A/N: this is a little teaser for a series i MAY or MAY NOT start writing. let me know if you like it. also this was written on my phone so it could be bad 💔

Warnings: none i guess? it's only the first chapter people it's an intro, maybe Jake being sickeningly adorable 🤷🏾‍♀️

Summary: there’s a handsome stranger at the door.. are we even expecting anyone?

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"Okay, so, were both just sitting on his couch and he's giving me this look right,"

"Uh-huh."

"You know, real 'fuck me eyes', right."

"Yeahh.." Jake continues listening, attentively.

"And then, when he opens his mouth to speak, i expect him to come out wit some killer line that would totally make me swoon," You continued, using your hands to paint the picture of just how high your hopes were.

"Mhm."

"And then he just comes out with, 'uhh, so are you gonna suck my dick, orr?'"

Your hands flatly drop to your sides and Jake almost jumps in shock, the utter disgust prominent on his face.

"HUH?"

"Yeah."

"WHAT?"

"YES!"

"I mean, Jay, who even says that." You sigh, giving a disappointed look. "Just so inappropriate." You added, kind of enjoying his dramatic reaction.

He just puts his head in his hands, trying to process why anyone would ever treat a woman — especially not an angel like you — like that. He just can't even comprehend it. He knows that if you ever let him get that close with you, he couldn't even dream of treating you like that.

First of all, he would start out focusing on you, not himself. Softly kissing you all over face and telling you how beautiful and precious you are to him before making his way down to your-

Ring-ring.

You abruptly rose out of your seat with a deer-in-headlights expression on your face. Jake just looked at you confused and suspicious. Who was that?

"Who's that?" He stood up with you, just watching as you practically sprinted upstairs. "Don't worry about it, JJ." He blushed at the nickname, "Just tell him to wait and I'll be right down!" You called down the stairs.

Jake didn't like this. 'Don't worry about it.' What's that supposed to mean? 'Don't worry about it.'

Fuck that, he thought, making his way to the door and peeking through the peephole. On the other side of the door, he saw a tall, seemingly quite built man sporting a brown cable knit sweater.

He looks like an asshole, Jake thought to himself.

Before Jake had the chance to walk away and start worrying about what you and this man were about to run off and do together, the man noticed there was someone on the other side of the door.

"Y/N? Y/N is that you? Come on baby, just let me in." He started knocking again. Jake shuddered at the pet name before opening the door. "It's cold out here-,"

"Oh." The man commented, bluntly looking Jake up and down before pushing past him and taking a seat at the table.

"Oh." Jake imitated, walking over to the kitchen where he had chosen to sit.

There was an awkward silence as the two men subtly sized eachother up.

"Uh, I'm Jake," he started awkwardly out his hand for him to shake before awkwardly shoving it back into his pocket when the guy just glared at it.

"Ransom."

"Oh, cool, nice to meet you." Jake was trying to be polite.

"Yeah." Ransom scoffed. He wasn't making it easy.

The awkward silence returned, while Jake started trying to think of ways to break the ice. However, his mind became occupied by other things. Like where was Ransom taking you at 5:30 in the evening? Why did you seem so nervous when he knocked on the door? Why did you tell him not to worry? Should he be worried? And why'd he call you baby?

You finally pulled him out of his stressful thoughts by announcing that you were ready to go and making your way down the stairs looking possibly the most beautiful he had ever seen you.

"Whaddaya think?" You did a little twirl as the two men in front of you stared in awe. You wore a maroon satin dress that stopped just below your knees, paired with some peep toe kitten heels that had a silver buckle.

Jake just stared at you star-struck as you slowly made your way to the table. "You look beautiful, sugar." Ransom piped up and Jake wanted to throw up in his mouth. Another pet name? "Thank you, Ransom." you cupped his face gently before turning to Jake who was sporting a rather defeated expression.

"Jayy..." You started, softly, "I'm sorry I forgot to mention that I was going out tonight, it was really short notice.. even I forgot!" You explained, earning an offended scoff from Ransom. "I'll be back before you know it, and i'll tell you every detail." You winked at him before turning back to leave with Ransom. Jake just slouched deeper into his seat at the table.

Does he really wanna know every detail?

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YALL TELL ME WHAT YOU THINKKK!!!! part 2 is in my drafts babies 💋

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[shotgunbunny]

⊹ 𔘓 ִ ۫ ּ ⊹⠀ ָ࣪ 𓆩C.EVANS𓆪 ָ࣪ ⊹ ִ ۫ ּ 𔘓 ⊹

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[all my fics will contain dark themes, please keep this in mind when going through my masterlists <3. I am not responsible for what you consume, these are strictly 18+ fics.]

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#ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levison x reader #dark ari levinson #dark ari levinson x reader #johnny storm x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #jake jensen x reader #dark steve x reader #chris evans x reader #andy barber x reader #colin shea x reader #curtis everett x reader #frank adler x reader #mr freezy x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #steve rogers x reader #andy barber x woc!reader #andy barber x female reader #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x innocent!reader #curtis everett #curtis everett x black!reader #ari levinson x y/n #andy barber x plus size reader #andy barber #dark andy barber x reader #dark ransom drysdale #ari levinson dark

[sweetlilbambi-old]

prince!ari and his lovely little mermaid. ♡

note: my moodboard, but pics are either from pinterest or tumblr! as always, likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated! <3

PLEASE DO NOT RECREATE MY MOODBOARDS, I WILL KNOW!

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[adoreyouusugar]

I need a short fic written with one of Chris Evans’ characters with the song Sleep without You by Brett Young as the inspiration

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[needlereads]

Needle's Masterlist

Welcome! Thank you for checking out these one-shots. Please heed all Warnings in each piece. All fics are 18+ only.

divider credit @/firefly-graphics

Red Pill || Lloyd Hansen x wocReader

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Her Favor || Jake Jensen x wocreader

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Prism || Robert Pronge x wocreader

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Wrapped up in You || Soft!dark Ari Levinson x wocReader (a/b/o)

Artifice (ongoing) || SoftDark!Mob!Ari Levinson x wocReader

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Plenty Implied || Dark!Mob!Steve Rogers x wocReader

Basket Boy || Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader

Lie in Wait || Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x wocReader

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From Simmer to Score || Curtis Everett x Reader

Crossing into Midnight || Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

Good Taste (drabble) || Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

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More than Enough || Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Aqua Evolution || Ransom Drysdale x wocReader

Fruition || Soft Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Makes You Unsteady || Bucky Barnes x wocReader

One Two

[eulalielatibule]

Valentine Canine

Word Count: 1.2 k

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Summary: Ransom gets you a puppy for Valentine's Day.

Warnings: Fluff, smut (fingering, touching over clothes, interrupted O.) Cursing, dogs, mentions of shelter.

A/N: This is a repost from my old account, @/hevans-angel. Part of my AU that I'm naming "...And they were Roommates." The first part was Pine-ing For You, enjoy this new part! Happy Valentine's Day!

This was a bad idea.

This was a really, really fucking bad idea.

Ransom scowled as he looked through the windows at the overly excited puppies romping around. It was the day before Valentine’s Day and you not-so-subtly hinted that you wanted a puppy. You had been begging your boyfriend for a puppy since new years.

“We're a family now, Ran, we need a puppy to complete the picture,” you’d say, dramatically. To which he always said no to. All animals- according to Ransom- were messy and gross; the smells, hair, drool, the sounds they made. Sure, he had wanted a puppy when he was a kid, but his mother never let him- which was hypocritical considering she had no problem with Harlan’s dogs. Some may say that his dislike of animals stemmed from that.

He would just say to eat shit.

Despite all that, Ransom loved you; he loved you a lot. Ever since Christmas the two of you had grown closer than ever. So if him putting up with some pest was going to make you happy, that’s what he would do.

As he continued to search for the right puppy for his girl, he spotted a beagle at the top of a doggy pile, acting like the queen to her throne. Suddenly he was thrust back to when he was a kid, curled up on the couch at his grandad’s house and watching Charlie Brown on the TV. The Peanuts were a classic, and it was something that little Ransom loved indulging in; the humor, the simplicity, the comfort. Plus it was something that he and Harlan bonded over, and anything that got him attention from his grandad was very special.

He needed no time to think before he pointed to the puppy and said,

“That one. Give me that one.”

💕🐶💕

“Ransom, I’m home!” You called as you came through the door, arms full with grocery bags. You were planning on cooking a romantic dinner for you two, not feeling up to going out for a fancy dinner. There were also some more fun things, namely a little red lingerie piece you had found at one of the many boutiques that were in Boston.

Thud!

You stopped putting away the groceries to see what had made the loud sound. Through the glass door to the backyard you saw a flustered Ransom. He looked to be busy with something; you couldn't tell what it was, however.

"Babe, what are you doing?" You inquired through the now open door. Your boyfriend's back was facing you, and he was hunched over and holding onto whatever it was that was bothering him. "Do you need help?" You started to step outside but he quickly stopped you. 

"No!" He protested, back still towards you but his head was turned in your direction. "No, just go back inside, I've got this." He sounded agitated, which was usual for Ransom, but you were still curious as to what was going on. Deciding to let it go, you simply roll your eyes.

"Okay, Grumpy Pants, come back inside when you're done." You said before going back inside and finishing putting everything away.

Somehow, Ransom was able to get the hyper puppy into a little cage he bought today. He also bought her a collar and leash, a few toys (nothing that made any noise though,) and food and bowls. He set her up a place in the garage, and he planned on surprising you with her in the morning at breakfast.

Admittedly, he was starting to like the puppy. He had decided to name her Peanut- an ode to her origins (and disgustingly cute.) It suited her, though, and he had a feeling you'd like it as well.

After saying goodnight to Peanut, he went up to his and your room. You were already in bed, in your pajamas and watching a show on the flat screen in front of you. He stripped himself of his clothes, leaving on just his briefs, before climbing in next to you. He turned the TV off and pulled you close against him. You giggled and kissed him softly, one of your hands playing with his fluffy hair.

"Mm… Hi, love." You whispered, nuzzling your nose against his cheek. You felt one of Ransom's hands wander down your back and grab your butt. He ground his hips against you, causing you to feel how hard his dick was for you. 

"Hi," he whispered back, his lips caressing your neck. His tongue poked out as he kissed and sucked the delicate skin and his hand found its way into your pajama shorts, rubbing your clit over your panties. You moaned and rocked against his hand. Just as things were heating up, you heard a bark. Judging from the way Ransom went stiff, he heard it too.

“What was that?” You asked, barely being able to turn around before Ransom plunged two of his thick fingers into you, causing you to gasp. He rubbed the pads of his fingers against your walls, kissing up your neck and stopping at your ear.

“Ignore it. Probably just the neighbors.” He thrust his fingers faster, easily finding the sweet spot that made you make all sorts of pretty sounds for him. You clung to Ransom, approaching your orgasm fast- until another bark came. This time it was closer, and you were able to hear the sound of nails tapping against the hardwood floor. You pushed his hand away and sat up all while Ransom huffed.

“No, that wasn’t the neighbor’s dog. It’s coming from inside the house.” Just then, the bedroom door (which Ransom was now cursing himself for not shutting it completely,) opened and the culprit in question came running in.

“A puppy!” You squealed, practically flying out from under the covers to pick the precious pooch up. She covered your face in kisses, her body wiggling around in excitement. “You got me a puppy?” Ransom, looking tired and quite honestly done with life, sighed and nodded.

“Yeah. I was going to give it to you tomorrow but I guess the little shit got out of her cage.”

“Hey! Don’t call her that, she’s an angel,” you cooed, kissing the top of her furry head. It was then you saw  the name on her tag and you grinned. “She’s our little Peanut, aren’t you?” Ransom couldn’t help but smile as he watched you with her.

“Yeah, she’s our little peanut that cockblocked me.” He grumbled. You giggled and got back in bed.

“Aww, don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Later? Why not now?” He whined, trying to ignore Peanut as she attempted to get him to play with her.

“Because now our daughter needs some love and attention; and I refuse to have sex while she’s in our bed.”

“Now wait just a min-” you interrupted his objection with your best pout and Disney Princess eyes; he could never resist that combo.

Defeated, Ransom laid back down and you copied, Peanut curling up in between her new mommy and daddy.

“You’re lucky I love you, you know.” He said as he watched you two snuggle. You smiled and leaned over, kissing him sweetly.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. This is the best gift ever.” He returned your kiss, the smile you loved finally back on his handsome face.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x female reader #ransom drysdale x you #ransom Drysdale x woc!reader #ransom drysdale fluff #ransom drysdale smut #au: ...and they were roommates #my writing

[needleandhammer]

More than Enough

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x woc Reader

Warnings: 18+, implied sex, soft!Ransom

Notes: just a soft drabble

It was the worst torture of his life. He understood and expected you to be upset; but after a day of no response from you, Ransom grew so anxious, knowing he was losing the only person he could ever want in his life. He knew he loved you before then, yet he had not been prepared for panic to strike him so hard, for the cold fear that settled deep in his chest at the thought of waking up without you as his.

You’re willing to hear him out, and once his confession was out in the open, you couldn’t resist the desperate gleam in his eyes. Nor the draw of his arms wrapped around you. You didn’t want his family and history to tarnish the soft affection that had woven around the two of you. You didn’t want to give it up, even as the rational voice in your head told you to proceed with caution.

When you forgave him, he swore he would never hide anything from you again, and would give you anything you could desire. You told him all you wanted was for the two of you to take things slow together, for your lives to not change.

It didn’t prevent him from closing his arms tighter around you so the world couldn’t take your attention away from him. Now that he had you – now that he had somehow wormed his way into your heart deep enough that you couldn’t help giving him a second chance -- he selfishly wanted you all to himself. Sure, Ransom grew up with a privileged family – he’s used to luxuries, to getting whatever he wants on a whim. Your love wasn’t a luxury. Ransom needed you like he needed air. You gave your heart to him and he’s not giving it back. He’s not letting anyone else think they had a chance either.

You’re self-sufficient and enjoyed quiet days in your own company. Until Ransom made himself a regular presence in your life so that you grew used to him – his solid mass moving around you, his text messages, his gentle gaze warming you.

“I want to see you,” he admitted, hating that he could recognize how needy he sounded.

“I’m powering everything off as we speak,” you assured him. You swept your eyes around your office to see if you missed anything. “I’ll see you at home, okay puppy?” You smiled, practically hearing his pout in his response, before ending the call and getting your jacket.

He knew you despised the cold. He made sure to wear the softest sweaters, the better to lure you into hugging and cuddling him. When the daylight shortened and frost entered the air, your energy level dropped and Ransom recognized now when you had to push harder to do things you enjoyed. He saw you clinging to your blanket burrito in the dark mornings before stumbling out of bed because you’re an adult and wanted to make something out of your day.

So he did his best to make it so you couldn’t resist clinging to him. After a long day at work, you slipped off your coat and squirmed into his space to bury your face into his chest. He hugged you back, wrapping his arms tighter when you gave a gravelly hum. Some days, he picked you up from work – you got into the car that’s all toasty and warm and he would kiss you until the windows fogged up before taking you to one of your favorite restaurants.

On weekends, he roused you with soft kisses until you’re awake enough for him to take you apart on his mouth and cock.

He fixed up the couch so you both read beside each other or watch the hypnotic fall of snow from the safety of your living room.

You told him you didn’t want your lives to change. It was too late though. Since he started trailing after you, addicted to the warm aura surrounding you, and you accepted him into your arms, both of your lives had changed.

#ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader

[geminixevans-stan]

Congrats on the 1 year anniversary of your blog, friend!

I’m using the ticket you so generously sent me and giving you this prompt to write as a drabble:

You always loved ice skating so Ransom called in a favor with his buddy to get you inside an ice rink after hours. You were so excited at his thoughtful and somehow, you end up having sex with him on the Zamboni as it’s riding around. Little do you know, Ransom’s favor came with conditions…and a voyeur: Jeff Gillooly is up in the stands, jerking off at the sight of you down on the ice and he can’t wait for his turn next.

Oh sweet Soot.... You're a monster! But... here goes

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader x Jeff Gilloly

Words: 580

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit language, explicit content, smut, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, mentions of sharing, Jeff Gillooly is a disgusting warning

From Big Bad Wolf

You were warned about entertaining the likes of a Thrombey let alone a Drysdale. But after that faithful Halloween night at the Thrombey Estate, Ransom and you became inseparable. You know yourself that he would corrupt your whole world and you let him with open arms.

More like open legs…

Ransom showed you things that only the skilled could and to say Ransom was “skilled” was an understatement. After one night with him, you knew exactly why women fell to their knees for him.

But for you? It was the other way around. The minute Ransom tasted your sweet nectar, he was hooked like no other. It would be laughable to anyone else to see him be the softy that only you saw.

From romantic nights at home or a night on the town, Ransom Drysdale was all yours and he had no problem in letting the world know. He would always do these sweet things for you that may seem small to the everyone else but meant the world to you.

Which is why now you were both freezing and warm in the middle of the skating rink, skirt flipped up as you sink down on his throbbing cock over and over again. Ransom decided to make all your icy dreams come true by renting out the rink for the night.

Something that was easy for him to do since he could buy almost anything that you ever wanted. But he knew you were more of a sentimental girl and whatever he could do to make you happy, he would.

And what better way to make his girl happy than to make her fall apart in one of her favorite places. You not being much of an exhibitionist put all those fears aside the minute he surprised you with this place, you instantly fumbling with his expensive belt to take him out and properly thank him.

As the Zamboni moves across the ice slowly, Ransom has a bruising grip on your hips, pressing crescents in your skip as your hips snaps against his, feeling the impending orgasm that he’s been making you hold for what feels like hours.

A whimper escapes your lips, accompanied with his infamous chuckle at seeing you so desperate to fall apart on his cock.

“Look at you baby,” he grunts thrusting up into your quivering hole, moaning at the slippery mess your making of him, “Letting daddy fuck you in public and you don’t even care who sees.”

You let out a pathetic whine, heat spreading through your core as your glistening cunt, drips and sucks him back in with each rise of your hips.

“Hnngh!,” biting back your moans and the coil tightens, “Can’t hold it daddy. Please…”

Ransom nips at chip, tightening his grip, “Please what baby? You can beg harder than that.”

Your eyes clench close, warmth spreading up your spine, the words almost coming out of your mouth before you hear a second voice, not belonging to ransom.

You both still to see the new visitor. He wasn’t as handsome as Ransom and he had a stache that only a mother could love.

Ransom let out a frustrated sigh, flipping your skirt down, “The fuck are you doing here Gillooly? I thought I told you to get lost.”

The creepy stached man — Gillooly for now, swiped his tongue over his lips, keeping his eyes on you, “You didn’t think I wanted your money did ya, Drysdale? No… she’s payment enough…

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[emerald-evans]

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[mrsfrankadler]

Handsome Stranger

ransom drysdale x reader, carter Baizen x reader

A/N: okay why is this man so fine.. put him in jail this has to be against some law somewhere. my god.

- can be a standalone but you’ll wanna read this first, a little backstory for ya🤷🏾‍♀️

Warning: Ransom is lowkey an asshole, bad flirting, swear words 😓

Summary: You finally let rich boy Ran take you out. Let's hope he doesn't ruin his chances… [ 🤣 ]

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Nobody's POV

When you and Ransom arrived to location of the party, it was a big white house illuminated by the floor lights leading to the door.

You just stared in awe. You weren't used to this. Not big parties or being surrounded by loads of rich people. Just staying in with Jake trying to make your way down the watchlist. You never would've guessed you'd be here in front of this modern mansion, with this super fine rich guy in the seat next to you.

"What are you thinkin' about?"

You were pulled back to reality. You turned your head to face him.

"Nothing." You deadpanned. You couldn't let this cocky bastard find out you were nervous. "Let's go."

You quickly got out of the car, being careful not to roll your ankle over the gravel in your heels and made your way to the door, Ransom following closely behind.

When you reached the door, Ransom leaned forward to knock and rested his other hand on the small of your back.

As you waited by the door, he started to rub your back.

"You sure you're okay, gorgeous?" He pulled you closer to him by your waist. You sighed trying to think up something to say but you were saved by the bell. The door abruptly opened to reveal a slightly disheveled redhead.

Her auburn hair was littered with thin braids and there was a dark brown eyeshadow clouding her kind, green eyes.

She looked to Ransom first, subtly squinting her eyes at him before greeting him. "Ransom." Clearly they had met before... Then she turned to look at you.

"Hi, pretty!" She held out her hand for you to shake, "What's your name?"

"Y/N." You took her hand and the coldness of her rings tickled your skin.

"Wanda, nice to meet you." She winked.

Y/N POV

She invited the two of us inside of the spacious estate and the loud pop music flooded my ears and vibrated my head. Looking around, seeing designer jewellery and old money, I became hyper aware of my surroundings. I began to feel inferior, not good enough to be here. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest and my eyes darted around frantically until they landed on the open bar across the living room.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in, tugging Ransom by his arm to whisper in his ear, "I'm going to the bar, find me there later." You looked to Wanda, "excuse me." And left for the bar.

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Making your way to the bar you set your eyes on the last free bar stool and started to make your way to it, but just before you could get to it, someone swiftly sat there instead, causing you sto stumble slightly backward.

You cleared your throat in annoyance, "Uhm, excuse me.."

The person who took your seat turned around slowly with a slight smirk on his face. He had curly, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, were you going to sit here?" He looked up at you, the flirtation evident in his tone.

"Yes. I was." You replied, matter-of-factly.

"Well, I'm sorry princess, but I can't give it up." You furrowed your brows, "I was here first." He stayed smiling and shrugging.

You figured you had no time for bullshit tonight; so you turned around ready to walk away, you guessed you'd just have to find a drink elsewhere but he grabbed grabbed your wrist before I could get anywhere.

"Oh- wait!" What now?

Y/N POV

When I turned around, he had long wiped that smirk right off of his face, it had now been replaced with a sincere apologetic look.

"I- I'm sorry if I came off as an asshole." He sighed. "I was trying to flirt..."

Wow, flattering.

"Yeah well, nice job, Romeo," I retorted.

His brows scrunched together, but he smiled at my joke.

He started to pull me closer by my wrist, "I just wanted an excuse to talk to you, I guess. You're very beautiful."

You felt your face grow hot, he was so smooth with it. He had managed to push you away and reel you right back in within minutes and you were most definitely falling for it.

"Thank you." You giggled at his compliment.

"What's your name?"

You told him your name.

"Well. Beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He winked and you snickered.

"Wow, never heard that one before."

He chuckled before standing up. He must have been around 6 feet. "Have my seat, princess."

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Nobody’s POV

You and this charming stranger began to talk and the conversation was flowing effortlessly. You had learned his name, Carter, and the fact that though this was his party, it was his parent's house. He just wanted to host here because it's much bigger than his loft in New York.

You had soon taken a liking to Carter. Though he was cocky and the beginning, you came to find out he was just trying to flirt and in reality he was quite sweet.

Inevitably though, your relaxed conversation was soon interrupted when a heavy hand suddenly landing on your shoulder mid sentence. Ransom.

"Ransom!" The brunette exclaimed. "How are you, man? It's so good to see you." Ransom must be pretty well known.

The two men shook hands firmly as Ransom suspiciously looked between you and Carter before replying to Carter's greeting.

"So, what are we talking about?" Ransom huffed.

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You slumped into the passenger seat of Ransoms BMW, rolling your eyes as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

See, when he came over to you and Carter, you expected the two of them to start conversing about rich man activities like boats or golf or something, but instead Ransom thought it would be a good idea to pick a fight and accuse Carter of flirting with his girl.

"For the record, big-head, I am not your girl. Don't get it twisted."

He just sighed looking on at the road and gripping the steering wheel, "Okay but, he's.., he's not man enough for you, not good enough. He's recently 20, practically a kid. I'm comin' up 27, I can provide."

You sarcastically mouthed, "wow." to yourself as he rattled on about how much better he is

"Well, what kind of woman do you take me for thinkin I'm gonna run off with some other guy when I'm supposed to be your date to the party." You turned to look at him, your eyes shooting daggers.

"I'm sorry." He momentarily looked down. He could be an asshole sometimes but he seemed genuinely sorry.

His vintage beemer came to a slow outside of you and Jake's shared, little house,

"So... we going to your place or should we go to mine?" he furrowed his brows trying to convince you with that stupid, sexy little smirk. You just laughed to yourself in disbelief.

"You know what you can just drop me right here, thanks Ransom." you replied sweetly, trying not to break. You swiftly got out of the car, trying not to roll your ankle on the concrete and made your way to the door.

"Well, I'll see you later?" He called out.

You yelled back, "Don't hold your breath, Ran."

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A/N: welp. Ransom is being a dick. shock horror🤷🏾‍♀️. (somebody give me motivation and ideas).

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[spookiekewchie]

On The Way...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Ari Levinson x black!reader, Ransom Drysdale x black!reader

Summary: When Ransom acts up it's on Ari to come through and help you take your mind off it.

Word Count: 7.6k+ (don't judge me)

Warnings: general language warning, suggestive language, cheating (reader and Ransom cheat on each other), drinking, unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, hair pulling, choking, daddy kink (just the name used), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, crying, cuckolding, creampie, cum eating, Ransom being an idiot, idiot ex girlfriends, mentions of jealousy, petnames (ari calls reader Tink as a nickname. for clarification it's more to do with the fact that he's bigger than her stature wise and can easily overpower her. the nickname does not imply petiteness in this instance.)

A/N:  All mistakes are mine so pardon any errors or typos I'm sure I missed a few. The divider is by @firefly-graphics.

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. If you like it don't forget to reblog and share with others who might enjoy it as well.

You look at video playing on your phone, watching it for what seems like the tenth time in less than a minute. It ends and then you go back to watch it again, brows drawn together in angry confusion and hurt.

Tonight was supposed to be the night you and Ransom spent the evening in. It was all planned, he’d convinced you to cancel plans so he could have you all to himself. It was his fucking plan, order take out, curl up on the couch and watch movies before the two of your ultimately got distracted with each other. You even have the expensive bottle of wine he’d gotten you chilling in the refrigerator. All that and then an hour before he’s supposed to be at your place he’s calling and telling you that something came up with his family and he won’t be able to make it. You were disappointed but you weren’t the type to try and make a man choose between you and his family like that.

Only problem is that Ransom isn’t with his family, and you know he isn’t because the Insta story that you keep replaying shows him clearly in the club partying with his boys before some tramp straddles his lap and starts making out with him. You can even hear his friend cheering him on as the girl starts grinding (off beat you note) against him to the music. Ransom tries to hide his face from the camera when he realizes it’s on him, but even without the brief glimpse of him at the beginning of it you know it’s him. He’s wearing the fucking sweater that you gifted him on his birthday, and honestly who else do you and this particular friend of his know in common that’s going to wear a damn sweater in the club.

It gets worse though, because the girl in his lap trying to suck his face off isn’t just some random. It’s his fucking ex, and the one you can’t stand the most because she’s never respected your relationship with Ransom. You have half a mind to text Ransom and let him know exactly what you think of him right then and there, but instead you just save the video to your phone because you’ve got plans to shove the damn thing down Ransom’s throat the next time you see him.

Angrily you stomp to the kitchen, wrenching the door to the fridge open and pulling out that overpriced bottle of wine so you can get it open and pour yourself a glass. You need something to take the edge off, because if you don’t calm down you’re liable to pop up on Ransom and beat him and that bitch up. You’re better than that, so you drink instead and by the time you’re two and half glasses in you’ve had the bright idea to just get even.

Scrolling through your contacts brings up a list of options. There’s one name at the start that you linger over, but the last you checked he was out of town so you scroll right past it and to the next. Bucky? Nah he’s probably overseas again with his buddy Steve. A shame because you wouldn’t mind letting them double team you right about now. Carter? Hell no, he reminds you too much of Ransom. Colin? Maybe, he’s always been cool with no strings attached. But would he be down for a revenge fuck? You aren’t sure so you keep it pushing. You don’t even pause on Dayton’s name, you really don’t have the patience to listen to him talk about his car all night. There’s Frank, toxic ass Frank but he always brings the best weed when he rolls through. You don’t want to deal with him trying to pretend that he’s going to change for you though. You scroll past his contact. You’re considering Johnny when your phone rings, and the name that flashes across your screen has you pressing your thighs together.

“Hello?” You say into the phone after answering.

“Hey, Tink. You busy tonight?” You smirk at the nickname. Tink, short for Tinkerbell, and exclusively used by Ari who likes to remind you how he’s so much bigger than you. You roll your eyes, no one told him to walk around being a thick ass beefcake of a man, but you aren’t going to complain about that. Especially right now when the one man you really wanted to hit up is on your line like destiny herself is trying to make up for Ransom’s idiocy.

“No, why?” You question, taking a sip from your glass as you wait for his reply.

“I just landed, I was hoping I could see you. It’s been a while.”

“Yeah, come through. It’ll be good to catch up, I’ve missed you.” You tell him, and you swear you can hear him smirking on the other end of the phone.

“See you in an hour.” He says, and the two of you hang up.

The moment you hang up the phone you can’t resist letting out a laugh. You deserve this win, and it’s too perfect that Ari is the one that hit you up at such an opportune moment. The two of you have been friends for a while, and Ransom has never liked the man. You’ve never fucked, the timing’s always been off. Either he was out of town for work, or you were dating someone, or he was dating someone. The tension has always been there though, and Ransom isn’t wrong in his belief that Ari has just been waiting for his moment to make a move. Now the stars are aligning and Ransom’s own actions are what’s going to make the one thing he’s always worried about when it comes to Ari happen.

It’s more like an hour and half, and you getting through another glass and a half, before he arrives, but when he does you aren’t even upset about it. You stride to the door, clad in a crop top and a pair of shorts that show just enough cheek. Yeah you might have changed out of the oversized sweater and yoga pants you’d been wearing when you thought it was Ransom that was going to be coming over. And you know it doesn’t matter to Ari what you’re wearing, but it’s clear he appreciates the look. It’s already got his dick stirring and he quickly adjusts himself when you turn around to lead him inside. He watches your ass when you turn and walk ahead of him, teeth sinking into his bottom lip when he catches sight of your ass damn near hanging out of those tiny little shorts you’re wearing. “So where’s the pretty boy?” He questions, reminding himself that as far as he knows you aren’t single and he needs to keep himself in check.

You just shrug at the question, dropping down onto the sofa and scooping up your glass of wine to take a long sip. “With his dusty ass ex.” You answer simply, and Ari moves to sit a little closer next to you on the sofa than he needs too.

“What?” He asks, and you just grab your phone and show him the video. You watch his expression, the way his jaw sets and the muscle there tics. He’s not pleased to see someone embarrassing you like that. And because you just need to remind yourself why you’re about to give Ari the night of his life you watch the video again. Ari remembers all the times he wished you’d look at him the way that you looked at Ransom. Now he finds out the rich prick is out here trying to play you for a fool? Ari isn’t about to let this opportunity pass him up. “He’s an idiot.” He says simply, plucking the phone out of your hands and setting it on the coffee table. “And you don’t need to watch that more than I know you already have.” He tells you, leveling a knowing look at you when you scoff in faux disbelief that he knows you that well.

“How would you know?” You challenge, but it’s playful and you know Ari can read you like a book. It’s there in the glint of his blue eyes, he’s already figured out that you didn’t just invite him over to hang out. He watches you go to lift the wine glass to your lips again, and he pulls it away from your hand and drinks its contents himself before setting the empty glass down next to your phone.

“Tink, I know plenty about you. And right now what you need isn’t to watch that video, or the wine.” He moves to squat in front of you, sighing with a smirk on his plush lips. Two strong, calloused hands grip you by the thighs gently. His warmth seeps into your bare skin, and you suck in a breath when you feel his thumbs brushing little circles against your smooth skin. You can feel yourself clenching around nothing, and the flutter of anticipation that settles in your stomach nearly has you squirming.

“Oh yeah? Then what is it that I need?” Your voice is a little thicker with desire than you anticipate, and with the buzz of the alcohol in your veins you don’t care to try and play coy or shy right now. Right now you want this big fine man to spread you open and treat you so good that you damn near see God herself. You want to forget your own name, much less Ransom’s, and if the rumors you’ve heard about Ari are true then you know he’s just the man to do it.

As if he’s reading your mind he eases your thighs apart, and his grip tightens when he pulls you to the edge of the sofa. He settles on his knees, and takes in the way your breathing has picked up with the quick move he’s just made. “You need a distraction and some payback.” He answers simply, fingers crawling up to the waistband of your shorts. “Why else would you answer the door with this juicy ass hanging out your shorts and nothing underneath?” You suck in a breath, you didn’t think he’d clock you so soon, clearly that’s something that Ari finds amusing because he grins like the cat that caught the canary and chuckles at you. “What you thought I wouldn’t notice? Thought you knew me better than that, Tink.” He playfully chides you, and you just scrunch your nose up at him and do a poor job at hiding your smirk.

He gives you a chance to say no, and when you don’t he curls his fingers into the waistband of your little pair of shorts and tugs them down your legs. You’re already wet, folds glistening with your slick and the hungry way that Ari eyes your sex has you feeling like your warm all over. Your gazes are locked as he runs a hand up your calf slowly, he licks his lips, leaning in to press a kiss to the inside of your knee. The anticipation has your breath deepening, and your fingers curling against the edge of the sofa cushions. His beard scrapes softly against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh as his lips trail higher, and he gets closer to where you need him most. The whimper that slips past your lips is involuntary when you feel his warm breath fanning over your hot sex, and you swear your clit throbs at the prospect of having his mouth on you.

“C’mon Ari, don’t make me beg.” You breathe, bottom lip catching between your teeth as you watch him. Ari chuckles, smirking up at you as he nips at your inner thigh.

“You’re lucky I’m feeling nice tonight.” He tells you, and before you can say something smart back the man is leaning in and hooking your legs over his broad shoulders. He doesn’t waste time, diving in and dragging a long slow stripe through your folds. He groans at your taste, tongue dragging against you for more. Your hand goes to his hair, carding through the dark locks and tangling your fingers in the lush locks.

You feel his big hands sliding up your sides, moving under your crop top to your breasts. You arch into his touch, keening when you feel his thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks. Ari pinches them between the pads of his thumbs and forefingers, tweaking them until you’re crying out and pulling on his hair. He growls against you, pressing forward until he’s pushing his tongue into you. “Fuck…” You swear his tongue is magic when it starts to press into you, and on instinct your legs twitch like they might close around his head. Ari is quick to keep them spread, groaning in satisfaction as the taste of you overwhelms him.

He lets himself get lost in the moment, the wet sounds of his tongue and the way he slurps up everything you give him echoing in your ears as he laps at you, and fucks his tongue as deeply as he can inside you. You can’t help but grind yourself against his face, the feeling on his nose bumping against your clit sending pleasure shooting through you. You aren’t even sure if he’s able to breathe with how he’s got his face buried between your thighs. The concern is brief before you remember that he’s a grown man, and if he chooses to suffocate in the pussy that it’s not your responsibility to stop him.

So you lay back and let his mouth do the work. Moaning, and grinding yourself against his face until he finally uses his strength to pin your hips back down. His tongue drags up to your clit, and your hips wiggle in his hold as you huff in frustration at how easily he can overpower you. You love it though, you always have and now that’s finally using that strength against you it has you dripping even more for him. You curse when you feel sucking on your clit, and when you feel two thick digits pushing into you. He curls them, searching out that sweet spot and focusing on it once he’s found it.

“Don’t stop...shit, don’t fucking stop…” You beg, clenching around his fingers each time you feel them pumping in and out of you. He’s got you so close to release that all it’ll take just a little more to push you over the edge. You give his hair another hard tug, back arching as you let out a needy whine.

“You gonna cum for me?” He teases, lips brushing over your clit as he speaks. Your eyes screw shut and nod when he flicks his tongue against the throbbing bud. You’re so close, you can feel the pressure building to a boiling point until the slightest nibble on your sensitive bud has you crying out. You’ve been so wound up since you watched that video of Ransom in the club that your climax hits you like a wave, washing away all that tension and leaving nothing but blissful pleasure in its wake. Ari grins against you, greedily lapping up your release like a starved man. When his tongue brushes over your clit again you press a hand against his forehead, trying to push him away only to have him pinch your hip while his other hand continues to slide his thick fingers in and out of you.

“F-fuck, Ari!” You whine out, eyes flying open to look down at him. There’s mischief lighting up his blue eyes, and before you can even think of telling him to give you a moment he’s sucking on your clit again and pumping his fingers faster. Your head hits the back of the sofa with a quiet thump, the sudden feeling of that overwhelming pressure building again. “Damn it, your mouth is too fucking good.” You groan, the heel of your foot digging into his back. You don’t try to fight the pleasure you’re feeling, letting Ari’s mouth and fingers coax you into another orgasm that sends electric pleasure shooting up your spine and has your toes curling. “Wait, wait. Ari, wait.” You pant, urging him up from between your legs. He let’s you, smirking and beard glistening with your juices. You bring him up to your lips, kissing him and moaning at the taste of yourself on his mouth. “I wanna feel you, please Ari. I need it.”

He presses his hips against you and you can feel the hard bulge that’s straining against the front of his jeans. It pushes against your thigh, and you clench around the fingers still inside you. His digits slowly drag back and forth, still stroking that sweet spot as he swallows your moans. God, he just wants to sink into you and feel how tight you squeeze around his cock but he also wants to take his time. “You sure? This pussy’s so tight I’m not sure she’ll be able to take me.” His confidence has you fluttering around his fingers, and moaning into his open mouth. You can feel that he’s big, and you grin against his lips.

“I’m so fucking sure, now stop fucking teasing me and split this pussy open.”

Ari nearly loses what little control he’s still holding onto when you say that. Patience is wearing thin, and when he pulls his fingers out of you, you think that maybe he’s going to fuck you right there on the sofa. Instead he hauls you into his arms and stands to his feet to carry you towards the bedroom. Your body is still humming with pleasure and alcohol as he moves the two of you through your place. Your lips find his neck, kissing and nipping at it with a low hum.

He walks a bit faster, needing to get you into bed so he can get out of his clothes quick because the way his cock is fighting against his jeans is almost painful now. “You’re such a goddamn tease.” He huffs, finally dropping you on the bed. Then he’s quick to start stripping out of his clothes.

You bite your lip, watching in breathless anticipation for Ari to finally show you what he’s working with. He pushes down his jeans, and then his underwear and finally you see what the hype is all about. Might need to start calling this man Captain Hook, you think to yourself as you eyes his cock bobbing heavily between his hips, crawling your way to the end of the bed. The moment he’s in reach you raise up on your knees, one hand pulling him into a kiss and the other wrapping around his thick length. He groans against your mouth, his big hands caging your hips and gripping you tight.

Pulling back you give Ari a wicked smirk, leaning back in to leave a slow trail of kisses down this neck and to his chest. He hisses and bucks into your hand when he feels your teeth biting into the muscle of his chest, he sighs a second later when your tongue soothes over the indented ring that your bite has left. God, you hope it bruises. Something about the thought of Ari wearing your marks makes you feral and you trail your lips lower before leaving another against his stomach.

Ari curses under his breath, watching you with a lust blown gaze as your mouth lands against the vein that runs down the front of his hip. You’re dangerously close to where he wants to feel your mouth. You grin up at him licking your lips before you leave another little love bite against his hip. Ari curses again, head thrown back before he lets out a little growl and glares down at you halfheartedly. You know what he wants, and you stroke your hand along his length before settling comfortably on your stomach. It puts you at the perfect height to have his dick right in your face and you take advantage of that fact. Tongue out you lick a slow stripe along the underside, swirling it over the swollen angry tip and catching the salty beads of precum that leak from it. Ari shudders, and you put him out of his misery when you wrap your lips around him and give him a few shallow sucks before pulling back so you can spit on his cock and use your hand to glide it over his length.

“Tink, you’re being a fuckin’ tease.” He growls between clenched teeth, and you just playfully wink at him before taking him into your mouth with a moan. You can feel the tension ease off of him as it’s replaced with pleasure, and like a gentleman Ari gather’s your curls up into one of his large hands so that they don’t impede your good work. He gives you shallow thrusts, letting your mouth take more and more of him until he’s nudging the back of your throat and threatening to trigger your gag reflex on his thick cock.

You don’t even care if he does, the wine has you feeling too good and you can’t stop yourself from bobbing your head back and forth along his dick. You’re too greedy to just stop there, so you push yourself past that reflex and that fat cock push into your throat as you gag around it. Ari’s grip on your hair gets tighter, and before he even knows what he’s doing he’s using the hold he has on your curls to guide you along. The sounds coming from him are like music to his ears, and you’re dripping. Just aching to feel his dick splitting you open around it. You get lost in your thoughts, a hand slipping under you to play between your legs while you suck on his cock. It’s sloppy, the loud shameless sounds of your slurping and choking on him fill the room. He knows he needs to pull you off of him and soon, because as good as your throat feels around him he doesn’t want to cum there. Ari wants every drop of his spend spilling out of your pussy, and only after he’s thoroughly beat it up. He owes you for all the times you’ve teased him, and all the times he’s had to be the bigger man and back off. There’s lost time to make up for and right now you’re being a cockhungry little demon and coming really close to fucking up his plans.

Reluctantly he pulls you off of his cock, shaking his head at you with a huffed curse on his lip as he moves to the side of the bed and gives your ass a hard slap. You jump with a moan and a laugh, stripping off your shirt to bare yourself completely to Ari. “Ouch! That hurt.” You tell him with a grin, drawing your knees up slightly under you so that you can give your ass a slow sway through the air. “Do it again, daddy.” You tease, and Ari’s cock damn near jumps when he hears you call him that. He gives your ass another slap before pushing you onto your back and moving himself between your thighs with surprisingly agile movements.

You can feel him pressing against you, his length trapped between your bodies making you give a needy whine. “Call me that again.” He demands, and the grin you give him is nothing short of cheeky.

“Make me.”

You should be worried by the look that Ari gives you when those two words leave your lips, but the buzz from the wine has you feeling too bold to care. Ari just smirks, lifting up just enough that he can grip his thick cock and line himself up with your sopping core. You feel him pressing at your entrance, and then with a sharp thrust he’s inside you and your vision whites out for a second. Ari lets out a hiss of pleasure but you can’t hear it with the way that the blood is rushing in your ears. The stretch is more than you anticipated, and while Ransom’s cock isn’t anything to laugh at, Ari’s got him beat when it comes to girth. The sting of it has your toes curling, and for a second you forget how to breathe until the sound of Ari’s voice finally breaks through and you hear him talking you through the simple act of inhaling and exhaling.

“That’s it, Tink. Breathe, I’m not even half way in yet, c’mon beautiful. In and out, that’s it...good girl.” He eases back slowly, making you suck in a breath at the drag of his cock against your walls. He’s so big, and you already feel so full and yet he’s saying that’s not even half of him? The question is answered when he snaps his hips forward and you feel what he means. There’s no keeping your moans quiet, head thrown back against the bed as your body squeezes tight around him and your nails rake down his back. “I know, I know it’s a lot.” He sounds so cocky and condescending as he says it, and that faux empathy just goes straight to your pussy and has you fluttering around him. “But you’re gonna take this dick.” He growls against your ear, finding his rhythm and that’s the moment that the fractured thought enters your mind that maybe teasing Ari wasn’t the smartest idea.

You’re caged under him, his thrusts keeping you filled and crying out for him as you grip against his muscled arms. Your nails leave angry, red, half moons pressed into his flesh, the bite of pain doesn’t deter him one bit and just adds fuel to the fire that you’ve lit. “God damnit, Tink. This pussy was made for me. She’s so fuckin’ tight around my cock…” He groans, one hand gripping your thigh hard enough to bruise and the other curling around your throat.

Your eyes fly open, Ransom’s never put his hand around your throat, and you’ve never thought to ask him to. Ari’s not even squeezing but you still clench so hard around him that his hips have to still for a second. He swears you’re going to be the death of him if you keep doing that, but that doesn’t stop him from adding just enough pressure on your throat to make you moan. “Fuck...harder...please” You beg, words broken up by moans as you try to speak. Ari, bites down on his bottom lip, fingers twitching around your throat while he continues to pump into you with steady thrusts hit all the right spots.

The pressure is maddening, and you know he’s got you shooting towards the edge of release again, and you’re chasing that high desperately. “Please, what?” He grunts, his next thrust coming harder and chasing the air from your lungs. “You know what I wanna hear.”

You don’t even have to think about it, the words leaving your lips faster than your mind can really process. “Please daddy…” You whine, knees digging into his sides as he changes the angle of his hips and starts to hit that sweet spot. His fingers tighten around your throat, and the thin wail of pleasure that’s coming from you goes choked and ruined. A good thing too, because you don’t need nosy neighbors calling the cops and having them trying to break down your door while Ari’s beating down your walls.

“Fuuuuuuck...cum for me, Tink. Make a mess on this dick.” He says, shuddering as pleasure shoots up his spine. Ari can feel his control waning as he holds off his own release, but he refuses to cum before you. Never mind the fact that’s already made you cum more than once already with his mouth and fingers. He needs you to cum again, and you do with a silent scream as your body tenses when you finally feel your climax take hold. It lights up every nerve in your body, and all you feel is blinding pleasure that quickly turns overwhelming as Ari’s thrusts start to sink into your harder as he chases his own high.

It only takes him a handful of thrusts before he’s burying himself inside you, the feeling of his spend flooding you making you shudder in pleasure. You lay there, basking in it as you lick your dry lips. Ari’s weight on top of you keeps you present in the moment, and you wonder what he’s up to when he doesn’t immediately pull out. As far as revenge fucks go, you’re happy, but if you know Ari you know he isn’t going to just up and leave after a quick fuck. “I hope you don’t think we’re done, Tink.” He tells you, confirming your suspicions before you feel him slowly moving his hips back and forth. Fuck. You think, realizing in an instant what he’s doing, the cheeky bastard is working himself again and your body is more than happy to help him. Your walls are still fluttering from your orgasm and it just serves to get him hard again faster. “Been waiting too long to fuck you to call it after just one round.”

You bite your lip, fighting the urge to let something smart pass them. You’ve done enough of that for one night, and you’re pretty sure your legs are already wobbly. “Ari, come on. You don’t have anything to prove.” You try, biting back a moan as he continues to move and his cock continues to harden inside you. He just nods along with what you’re saying, but that damn smirk is still firmly on his face. You open your mouth to say something else, but he silences you with a kiss as he presses you into the mattress under his weight until you're groaning and completely forgetting about whatever it is you were saying.

“Roll over.” He says simply once he pulls away, his cock sliding out of you, hard again and covered in a mixture of your releases. You just shake your head with a sly grin, rolling over to your front, a gasp rushes out of you when you feel his calloused hands yanking your hips into the air as he props you up on your knees. You think it’s impossible for him to turn you on any more than he already has, only for him to prove you wrong with such a simple action. He’s not even inside you yet but Ari has you gripping the covers in tights fists as you wait in anticipation for him to push that fat cock back into you. You want him to so badly, and you’re so caught up in the moment that you don’t even hear the sound of your front door opening. It’s no one but Ransom, he’s the only one with a key and if you could see him you’d know that he was looking around suspiciously after seeing Ari’s car in the driveway.

He has no idea where the two of you are until he hears you crying out from the bedroom. Ransom’s blood runs cold at the sound, and he rushes back towards your bedroom and doesn’t hesitate to nearly take the door off the hinges.

Ari looks up, and doesn’t even lose his stroke as he just grins at Ransom. “Hey pretty boy, you mind going to get us some water?” He asks, and Ransom is so stuck for a moment that he halfway turns to do just that before his mind catches up to what his eyes are seeing.

“What the fuck!” He’s livid, turning red in the face as he stands there watching Ari absolutely dig you out from the back. You look so absolutely fucked out that he’s torn between just letting it happen and trying to wrestle you away from the burly man.

“How’s your ex, Ran?” You question, managing to get the words out before Ari’s sinking so deep into you that you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

Ransom nearly deflates instantly. Part of him wants to be angry, but that question from you lets him know that he’s been caught in his lie and doing something she shouldn’t have been. He says nothing, glaring at Ari instead like he’s debating taking his chances in trying to fight the man. He knows better, but the temptation is still there, especially when he hears you begging for more.

“Right there, daddy. Fuuuck you’re so deep, don’t stop. Please don’t stop…” You shouldn’t sound so good to him right now, but you do and it’s having an unfortunate effect. His dick is a traitor he decides, feeling it starting to stir as the lewd scene plays out in front of him.

Ransom’s about to say something, but you manage to push your upper half up onto your elbows so you can look directly at him. “Did you fuck her?” You force the question out through clenched teeth, and Ransom knows better than to lie to you. It’s clear you already know the answer, or at the very least you’ve jumped to the correct conclusion. He did fuck his ex, but only after drinking a little too much and letting his friends hype him up. It hadn’t even been a satisfying fuck, and he hadn’t been able to finish, his dick going soft the second his ex’s obnoxious moans started giving him a headache.

She wasn’t you, she couldn’t even suck his dick the way you did. Complaining too much about how it hurt her throat if he tried to push into it. He’s fucked up and he knows it, especially when he knows how much you hate her. This is his karma he thinks, watching you and Ari go at it while he has no ground to stand on because he knows you wouldn’t be doing this if he had just came over like he promised and hadn’t let his boys talk him into skipping time with you to check out some new club. Ransom nods, answering your question silently and you want so badly to curse him out but you can’t even form words right now because Ari’s got you cumming again and you’re gushing for him.

Ransom just grinds out a curse between his teeth, and balls his fist up. Ari sees this, and cracks his neck before giving Ransom a look that’s just daring him to try it. “You cheated first, you can either leave and pout about what you’ve done.” Ari hits you with a particularly deep stroke that has you trying to pull your hips away from him. “Or you can sit there and watch me fuck her stupid, maybe if you’re good you can clean up after me.”

“Fuck.” You and Ransom say in unison, neither of you expecting that from Ari and you don’t know what comes over you but you can feel your cunt pulsing around Ari’s cock at the thought of it. Ransom knows he should absolutely hate the way that Ari’s speaking to him, but it strikes a chord in him that he didn’t know was there and before he can say ‘eat shit’ he realizes that he’s actually considering taking that punishment for his misbehavior.

“What’s it gonna be, Ran? Your stale pussy ex, or watching Ari ruin this tight pussy?”

Ransom backs away from the two of you, and you think he might leave but instead he drops into the armchair by the door. There’s no way he can go back to his ex, and he doesn’t want to break up with you. If this is his penance then he’ll pay it, even if the sound of your ass clapping against Ari’s hips will haunt his dreams for a while. What’s worse is that all this has him straining against his expensive trousers.

The moment his ass hits the chair, Ari’s reaching forward and grabbing you by the back of the neck to pin you down as he rails into you from behind. You thought he was too much before, but now it’s like there’s something feral about him and you’re trying to pull off of his cock just for a moment so you can try and get your bearings. Ari’s free hand gives your ass a thunderous slap, making you cry out and claw at the covers. “Now where do you think you’re goin’, Tink? Keep that ass right there, don’t you even think about runnin’ from this dick.” He tells you, and the sound of anguished pleasure that drags out of you has Ransom discreetly trying to reach for his zipper. He’s still pent up from not being able to bring himself to cum earlier, too caught up in you to find an old flame satisfying enough to get himself off.

You’re too far gone to notice, but Ari does and he cuts a hard look at Ransom who stills as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t. Fuck. Why is he letting another man control him this damn much? He’s got no fucking clue but it’s clear that Ari’s got full control of the room. “Don’t even think about it, ya little prick. Think you had enough fun tonight and at her expense no less.” Ari’s words cut through him, and Ransom angrily sets his jaw and clenches his hands into fists on the arms of the chair. He doesn’t like agreeing with Ari, and there’s a part of him that wants to do it anyways but then he remembers that this is all his doing. His consequences for his actions, and he wishes that there wasn’t a part of him that enjoyed it.

“Ari, daddy, please. I can’t...fuck I can’t again…” Your whining has Ransom inhaling sharply, his gaze on you as your body jolts from every harsh thrust from Ari. He can hear how close you are to cumming again, and he knows you’re going to soak the sheets again. He bites back a few choice words, angry at himself because he knows how good you feel wrapped around his dick when he’s taking you apart and turning you into a babbling mess. The fact that it’s an experience that he now has to share with Ari makes him feel a whole host of conflicting emotions. The tears that are starting to escape you are no help either, and it’s just another thing that works against him.

Ari grins down at you, tossing his hair back out of his face as he chuckles. “I can feel you squeezin’ the life outta my dick." He tells you, the hand gripping your hip sliding around to settle between your legs. “You can give me another one, go on. Show pretty boy over there how much you love cryin’ and squirtin’ on this fat cock.” He tells you as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix with each thrust, his fingers begin strumming against your clit and you crash over the edge with a broken cry and a gush of your juices soaking your thighs and the sheets under you. Ransom nearly chokes on his tongue, the nickname from Ari, the sight of you cumming so hard that you’ve ruined the sheets, it’s all too much and it’s almost painful how hard he is right now. He thumps his head against the back of the armchair a couple of times, trying to drown out the sounds coming from you and Ari but it’s no use. Everything about this is overwhelming his senses. The smell of sex is heavy in the air that he can practically taste it and it has his mouth watering, he can hear the wet squelch that comes with every thrust of Ari’s cock into your dripping cunt, the sound of both of your pleasure echo too loudly in his ears, the sight of it is all he can focus on torn between watching how your face twists up in pleasure or the ripple of your ass each time Ari’s hips smacks into the back of your thighs. Even the bulge of the other man’s muscles has him on edge, and Ransom hates that he doesn’t hate it.

You let out a sob of pleasure, body trembling when you feel Ari’s fingers still working your clit while he fucks you until there’s not a thought in your head, and words are nothing more than babbling nonsense. He makes you cum again, another gush of your juices and you can’t even bring yourself to give more than the thin cry that manages to claw its way out of you. Ari let’s your body milk him for his spend, making sure he spills it nice and deep inside you. The feeling is almost soothing, and you mewl softly at the feeling. Ari gives you a moment, let’s you come down just a little before he’s slowly withdrawing and moving your pliant body until you’re sitting at the edge of the bed between his legs. He holds your thighs apart, and you know that Ransom can see how swollen and fucked out you look, but you hardly care as Ari’s spend starts to drip out of you. “What do you think, Tink? Was he good enough to at least get a taste before you send him back home?” You nod dumbly, at Ari’s question. Mind too frazzled to really think. “Well come on, pretty boy. Clean her up and then you can get out.”

Ransom can hardly move, his cock harder than it’s been in a long time and there’s a worry that just the rubbing of the fabric over his length will be enough to have him ruining a perfectly good pair of pants. It’s a fleeting worry, especially when faced with your spread open pussy and the expectation that he’s to get on his knees and lap up another man’s cum from you. He wants to say no, he wants to get up and storm out and say that he’s suffered enough...but he can’t. A bigger and stronger part of him wants to bury his face in your cunt and devour you, he doesn’t even care that he’ll have to eat Ari’s cum to do that. That part of him has him on his knees between your thighs, lapping and slurping at your used cunt. The combined tastes of you and Ari does something to him, and it makes him damn near ravenous. He wants to pull you closer, but something in the back of his mind says that Ari will probably not allow him to touch you more than he already is. Ransom can’t pin down why he cares or why he’s even doing this, but he takes solace in knowing that it’s him that’s making you moan and writhe now.

His tongue pushes into you, chasing more of the mess that Ari’s left behind and you jolt. A hand flying down to tangle in his perfectly styled hair, he doesn’t complain when you mess it up and pull at it. He just wants to make you feel good, wants to make you cum at least once before he leaves you and has to wonder if this will fix things or if you’ll call him up in the morning to tell him the two of you are done. He doesn’t want to think about that though, and he focuses on eating you out, and cleaning you up. He’s so focused that he doesn’t register the second, much larger hand pressing against the back of his head until he hears a rumbling “That’s it, get in there pretty boy.” From Ari. To Ransom’s surprise he doesn’t recoil away from the man’s touch, but he just tells himself that Ari isn’t what’s important. You are, and he knows that he has you close as his tongue buries itself inside your fluttering sex and his nose grinds against your swollen clit.

“Fuck, I know you’re tired but you got one more in you.” Ari whispers against the shell of your ear, and you want to tell you don’t but you can feel how close you are. “Come on, flood his face. Send him home covered in you so he doesn’t forget how badly he fucked up.” Ari’s words are the catalyst to the powder keg that Ransom’s mouth has set, and you’re trembling when you cum for the last time that night. Juices flooding his mouth as you soak him and your legs struggle in Ari’s strong grip. Ransom swallows you down before he pulls away from your cunt with his mouth dripping your essence. You lie still against Ari’s chest, your breathing coming in shallow pants as you try to settle yourself down.

Ransom looks like he wants to say something, but he just shakes his head and stands to his feet before he turns on his heel and rushes out of the room and towards the front door. There’s a lot he needs to grapple with and more that he’s confused about. You on the other hand are simply tired, in need of a bath, and a fresh set of sheets on your bed. All things things that Ari sees to happily, taking care of what you need before he finally settles you back in the bed. He’s prepared to leave as well, thinking you might want your space, but you surprise him when you mumble for him to stay the night in the bed with you.

It’s just another thing he’s all too happy to do for you.

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70’s pornstar!ari taking his bunnies on the filthiest, most obscene erotic ride they’ve ever had. (where they may or may not have filmed the most iconically depraved porno there ever will be in the industry.) ♡

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

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

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