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Getting chased by a super soldier werewolf is my preferred form of exercise. Thank you for reading, darling. ❤❤

Hide & Seek

Pairings: Werewolf!Steve Rogers x Reader (A Spin on Little Red Riding Hood)

Summary: America's golden boy becomes America's most wanted and he just found his perfect prey.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. DARK FIC. stalking, drugging, somnophilia, forced oral (f receiving), marking, running for your fucking life

Word Count: 2.4K+ (One Shot)

A/N: What? Grown ups need grown up fairy tales. 😈 Someone find me a wolf. Honestly I was shown this art by the very talented @murkycrush months and months ago by @autumnrose40 and I still cannot get it out of my head. I have a thing for the harness obviously.

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Steve Rogers first caught your scent at an unassuming traveler’s stop in the middle of nowhere 8 months ago. It was your run of the mill stop for people just passing through, homey and not at all crowded that served good pie. A sleepy town with a tiny population that most people forget once it’s already in their rearview mirror. Steve had been extra careful to go unnoticed, growing out his beard and wearing his trucker cap low. He had been lifting cars at random and had been particular about not staying anywhere for too long. The rest of the time he ran. He much preferred it. Letting go into his full form and running at full speed in the thick shroud of the forests.

For the first time, Steve Rogers felt free.

It was big news when it came out. Every single headline for months read about the tragedy that happened. Captain America, an admired hero and a living legend, had volunteered to be a research test subject after it was found that his unique genetic makeup enhanced by the serum could potentially lead to a breakthrough to some of the world's most deadly diseases. It was admirable and very on brand for the Avenger, but something had gone terribly wrong. Somehow all the testing had resulted in enhancing him to unimaginable proportions, to uncontrollable heights. He was made into the perfect predator and along the way he began losing touch of his humanity.

America's golden boy had come unhinged.

It shook the nation. They say that anything enhanced had to come from something. Steve was a good man before, he still is, but all the loss that he's had to endure has jaded him. All the wars he's had to fight have hardened him. All the compromises he was forced to make had chipped away at the shiny idealism of that scrawny Brooklyn boy. He craved freedom. Freedom to make his own choices. Freedom to be selfish. Freedom to take back what was deprived of him.

So when you came into that small diner, smiling widely at the waitress as you ordered your food and gladly told her about your traveling plans, he knew he just had to have you. You were so beautiful, your face radiating joy despite the tiredness on your stiff shoulders. You pulled your red coat jacket tighter around you, pulling the hood lower to warm your face and shaking off the snow. 

Red looked good on you.

You would stay the night in the available rooms attached to the diner, he was sure of it. You looked much too tired to drive and it was getting dark, too dangerous for a woman to be traveling alone. There was something in your scent that told him that you belonged to him.

You were meant to be his.

You were passed out as soon as your head hit the pillow, your belly warm with food and the fatigue heavy on your eyelids. Your friends and family had all expressed their doubts and their worry about your cross-country adventure. It was dangerous for a woman to travel alone and there was an allegedly deranged super soldier loose, but it was the best time you've ever had in your life. It was so worth it.

Steve watched and waited in the shadows for you to fall deeper into your slumber, finding the small satisfied smile on your lips to be endearing. It was a simple matter after that to slip into your room. He loomed over you, palming his rapidly swelling cock as he took in the details of your features. You slept in only a small pair of panties, leaving everything open to his heated gaze. You were like a delectable meal spread out for him to indulge in.

You were so goddamn perfect.

You looked so inviting that he just had to have a taste. Carefully, he reached for your exposed breasts and squeezed. He sighed at how good you felt and your lack of reaction only made him grow bolder. You were more exhausted than you thought. He kneaded your breasts harder, rolling your hardened nipples between his fingers and relishing how responsive you were. He retracted his hand as you stirred, but groaned deep in his chest as you opened your legs wide for him.

"You need me, don't you? You want me to touch you some more, honey?"

His hand trailed from your nipples to down to cup your heat. Your back arched and your hips circled slowly as his hand rubbed, your panties growing increasingly damp. Still you remained sleeping and from your point of view you were having a very very good dream.

“You're just so tired, aren’t you? Let me help you take the edge off.”

His fingers shoved your ruined panties aside and dove in, slowly and inch by inch to make sure you didn't wake up. By the time he was knuckle deep in your pussy and scissoring you, his cock felt like it would explode in his pants.

“You’re so fucking tight. You’re gonna feel so good around my cock.”

You sighed and stirred a bit more, the little sounds you were making as your hips asked for more from him was making his head spin. He could smell the musky scent of your arousal and he loved how your pussy was sucking his fingers back with each pump he did.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’m gonna give my cock to you. It’ll fit. We just gotta stretch you out first.”

A sharp gasp escaped your lips and your brows furrowed when he pressed up on that extra sensitive spot inside you. He smirked, hastening his movements and continuing to drive you higher and higher. His other hand joined the other to rub hard circles on your clit and his mouth came down to suck on your tits. Your heavy eyelids began to flutter, your unconscious mind getting overwhelmed by the fire that was threatening to consume you.

“That’s right. Give it to me. Fucking cum for me,” he growled against your flesh.

You screamed, your eyes squeezed close tightly and your body shaking as your release racked your whole body. Steve could hardly move his fingers with the way you were squeezing them so he fucked them deeper inside you as you rode out your high. You sat upright suddenly, one hand flying to your hair and the other to your chest as you tried to stabilize yourself. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, your pulse was much too quick, and there was a thin sheen of sweat on your forehead.

“What the fuck?”

You felt an ache between your legs and was more than just surprised at how drenched your panties and the sheets were. You threw yourself back on the bed and took in big gulping breaths. That was one hell of a wet dream. It had been a while since you’ve had a good fuck, but you didn’t think you were that horny.

It took you a while to fall back asleep and in your disoriented state you failed to notice the dangerous looking blonde in the corner of the room, sniffing the scent you left on his fingers before slipping the taste into his mouth. His eyes glinted in the shadows as he watched your chest rise and fall in a more regular pattern.

That was the first time Steve came to you. He followed you across the country in your travels since then and the next time he got you alone he dove straight for your cunt, his mouth lapping at your folds ravenously. Having tasted you just that little bit from his fingers made him crave you and the small dose of drugs he slipped into your drinking water at the hotel as you showered was meant to keep you cooperative because he knew he wasn’t going to let up until your scent was dripping off his beard. He barely held himself back as he waited for you to succumb to the drugs, falling asleep as you watched some pointless TV.   

He moaned and growled into your pussy as his tongue speared into you, fully enthusiastic as he explored your most intimate parts. His large hands were gripping tightly onto your thighs, keeping you spread wide for him. He didn’t stop aggressively eating you out until your cum had soaked his face and was dripping down his chin. All through it, you were in a blissful state of unconsciousness.

When you woke the next morning, that was when you felt that something was off. Something felt very wrong from how your sheets were again wet, your naked state when you specifically remembered you wore a shirt and panties to bed, and the thick woodsy smell of someone else in the room.

You were terrified.

Your terror came to it’s height when once you woke up with a blinding headache and a sticky substance on your tits. That’s when everything clicked and you began to notice the little things you had overlooked in the past few weeks. Your luggage moving, your underwear sometimes out in the open. The creepy feeling at the back of your neck that you’re being watched. Some of your needs unexpectedly being met like those times someone had footed the bill for some of your meals or the time a small bag of groceries were delivered to you by the inn’s staff. You chalked it all up to luck or the goodwill of small town folk.

You should have known better. 

It had been a week since you last really slept, the fear you felt keeping you alert and jolting you awake at any little sound. You were exhausted, but you kept yourself tediously careful in trying to lose whoever was visiting you in your sleep. You kept switching up lanes, driving in circles, riding on ferries, switching out rental cars. You did everything you could to shake him off.

You were practically dead on your feet by the time you arrived at your grandmother’s log cabin in the woods. It was the end of your travel plans, culminating at your grandmother’s old cottage that she had left to you in her will. You pushed yourself to make sure every single door and window was bolted shut and couldn’t be opened without making a loud noise before you finally allowed yourself to rest. Your body dropped heavily onto the bed, your sore muscles finally relaxing after being so tense for so long. Sleep weighed you down and you were quick to slip into unconsciousness.

You startled awake at the sound of loud banging against the heavy wooden front door. Your heart rate immediately quickened and you scooted back on the bed, tucking yourself against the wall and keeping a wary eye at the door. Your blood ran cold at the sound of a low intimidating voice that seemed to be full of dark amusement.

“Oh come on, honey. Open the door.”

That voice.

You knew that voice. You knew it was the voice that had been haunting your explicit dreams, whispering dirty words as you lay unconscious and orgasm after orgasm was pulled from you, but more than that you knew that you’ve heard it somewhere else before. Hearing it again now seemed to spark your memory, but perhaps the fear was hindering you from placing it exactly.

“Open the door. I won’t ask again.”

Steve heard you whimper from the other side of the door. He smirked as he smelled your scent and at the memory of you trying to lose him. It was a valiant attempt and he did rather enjoy letting you think that you actually had a chance. You didn’t. There was no possible way for him to lose you when your very scent was now ingrained in his mind. This destination of yours even worked perfectly for him. Isolated. Surrounded by a thick forest. Miles away from the nearest town. No one would bother you two.

Though he’s been visiting you in your sleep and tasting you to his fill, he has held himself back from fully claiming you. He wanted you conscious for the first time he fucked his cock into you. He wanted you awake when he made you cum hard around him, screaming his name and gushing around his thighs. He wanted you fully aware when he finally claimed you, marking you and binding you to him for all eternity.

It was time.

He rammed his shoulder against the door and it shook on its hinges. You shrieked from the other side, murmuring pleas under your breath for him to leave you alone. He wouldn’t. That’s not how this works. He found his perfect mate and he wasn’t about to let you go. He rammed the door again, putting more of his weight into it. You could hear the wood splinter at the force and tears began to edge your eyes.

“I won’t hurt you, honey. Haven’t I been taking good care of you?”

You screamed as the door flew off its hinges, the cold air of the night blowing in and only worsening your shivering form. You were paralyzed, frozen on the spot as you watched with wide eyes the alpha male posed at your door. His arms were stretched up over his head, the muscles flexing as he gripped onto the doorframe. 

His body was bare, showing off just how strong this predator was and that you didn’t stand a chance. His cock was fully erect, angry and leaking at the tip, and just as intimidating as the rest of him. Another scream was caught in your throat as he drew nearer to you because at that point you were able to recognize him.

Even with the longer messy hair, untamed beard, glowing golden eyes, and elongated canines you still recognized him without a shadow of a doubt. His face was unmistakable and the recent news only made him more so. If that wasn’t enough then the dog tags, the harness around his torso, and the indisputable glint of metal on his back completely gave him away.

Captain Steve Rogers.

The disgraced Captain Steve Rogers.

The hunted down and most wanted Captain Steve Rogers.

He stood before you, smirked, swiped a sharp claw and ripped your clothes down the middle. His eyes darkened in lust at the sight of you bare, that red coat jacket with the hood barely keeping on you. He looked feral. He looked like a hungry animal and by the way he was licking his lips it looked like you were on the menu.

“Hey, Red. Missed me, honey?”

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Oh dear god I even imagine them putting their children up to it to annoy everyone else (particularly Uncle Andy) 🤣🤣

I love your story book series especially Ransom's and Andy's. I just wanna ask if what would happen if Ransom really got the princess preggo.

Thank you, love! I'm glad you enjoyed them. Oh god. Both of them are just such little shits. Their children will also be cheeky little shits. Picture this...

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x mermaid!Reader (from The Second Choice)

Warnings: nah just fluff

Word Count: 599 (drabble)

“I’m pregnant.”

You watched as Ransom froze in his seat beside you on the sofa. To be fair you had sprung the news on him out of nowhere. You were talking about a new company project and you just suddenly blurted it out. You had known for days now and you had been fretting on how to tell him because you weren’t sure how he would take it.

Now as you watched his face go from confused to shocked to just blank, your nerves returned in full force. He’s said he wanted children with you, but they’ve all been said during moments of passion. Maybe it was just the heat of the moment. Maybe it was just one of his kinks. Maybe he didn’t mean it to be this soon.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded your head slowly and chewed on your lip, unsure still of his reaction. You were fidgeting with the frays of the throw pillow on your lap as you waited for his reaction. You jumped when his laughter suddenly boomed in the spacious living room.

Your head was tilted to the side as you watched him laugh loudly, clutching at his own chest as he practically fell over. Your confusion was quickly morphing into anger at this point. You were just about to snap at him when he suddenly spoke.

“Finally!” He grabbed your face in his large hands and planted a hard kiss on your lips. “I’ve been trying to knock you up for months now. I was starting to get worried.”

“What?” you asked, breathless from the emotions and his kiss. “You’re really okay with this?”

“Are you kidding me?” he laughed. “This is the best news.”

You scanned his face for any sign of a lie and saw none. All you saw was his genuine happiness at the news. He wanted this. He wanted it as much as you did and the relief you felt was indescribable. You smiled brightly at him, now suddenly glowing with the thought that you were now going to be an actual family.

“We need to go to the pet store though, princess.”

“What? Why?”

“Well don’t we need an aquarium for the baby’s crib? I don’t wanna just stick my kid in the bathtub.”

You stared at him. Blinked. Opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. That cheeky grin on his face grew and your eyes narrowed at him. You took the pillow on your lap and proceeded to pummel him with it.

“Stop referring to us as fish, you bastard!”

“I was kidding!” He kept laughing as you continued to attack him. “There’s a perfectly good pool in the backyard for our little tadpole.”

“So I’m a frog now?”

He grabbed your wrists just as you lifted your arms to hit him again, using them to maneuver you until you were laying under him. You pouted as you struggled, huffing your annoyance but he just looked down at you with pure adoration.

“I love you, princess. Thank you for this gift.”

He leaned down to kiss you, fully and languidly. He kissed you with the happiness he felt in that moment. He kissed you with the contentment he felt right now and the excitement for the future. As usual you melted under him, your arms winding around his neck to pull him closer and your legs hiking up around his hips.

You would both enjoy these last moments of it just being the two of you because in a matter of months your already loud household was about to get louder.

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I mean... you gotta give a girl incentive right? 🤭🤭

Gift Giving

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x mermaid!Reader (from The Second Choice)

Warnings: oral (f receiving), strong language as always

Word Count: 510 (drabble)

Yes, I'm still on this. You can blame @happygowriting and this magnificent manip they did along with the unfiltered convo on the Discord so early in the morning for me. Now I really need to get on with my other WIPs. No more soft Ransom. For now.

“Ransom?” you groaned, your voice hoarse from sleeping and another night of screaming his name.

He answered you with a hum against your cunt and a hard suck on your clit that had your back arching off the bed and your hands gripping the sheets. His tongue swirled and swiped expertly on your bud while his fingers teased your soaking entrance. Your hips moved on their own, seeking more and pulling you away from sleep.

"So good, Ransom," you moaned. "It feels so good."

You felt him smirk and it just made you wetter. Smug son of a bitch. You did have to admit though that he knew exactly what he was doing. His fingers speared into you, scissoring and pressing immediately on that spot that he now knew so well as his mouth latched on hard on your throbbing bud.

Your hand flew to grip his hair, holding him in place as your pleasure built into a rapid crescendo. Your whole body was buzzing and your movements came in unintentional jolts. You pleaded. Chanted his name. Begged for him to grant you release.

"Please. Please, Ransom. Fuck! Please!"

He groaned as he picked up his pace. His mouth was relentless. His fingers were punishing. He could feel it. Your walls tightened and your thighs shook. The low feral growl that he let out vibrated across your skin and flung you over the edge, ripping a scream from your lips as you spasmed beneath him.

You barely registered him crawling up to you, your heart hammering and your mind still cloudy from the orgasm. He kissed you slowly, patiently waiting for you to regain your bearings. You ran your hands over the soft brown sweater coat he had taken to wearing around the house as a sort of robe now that the weather had gotten colder. Still always completely naked underneath though of course.

“Is this so I would buy you that beemer you wanted?” you panted.

“Maybe,” he grinned.

“You do know we’re married, right? Like you have access to our money. You can buy it yourself and you don’t need my permission, babe.”

“But I want you to gift it to me,” he whined. “It’s not the same if I buy it myself.”

You rolled your eyes as he pouted up at you, reaching for your phone on the bedside table and sending a quick text to your assistants to get the exact model and color he wanted. Truth be told, you would wrap the whole world with a ribbon for him and you knew he would do the same for you.

You tossed your phone to the side as an idea hit you. You grinned at him and pulled him closer to you, locking your legs around his hips and pressing your dripping core against his hard cock. He moaned low as he pushed you harder together.

"Now how about I let you choke me with your cock and you buy me that dress I was looking at yesterday?"

A cheeky smile spread on his lips. "Deal."

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The best part about writing this was writing Andy's absolute horror. 😂😂😂

I just want to see Mer!Andy meeting Ransom in reader's family gathering, maybe each reader bringing their own mate (and Andy's mate). Maybe they're in human disguise. Andy approved Ari, because the man has the guts and worthy of being his kin, and then Ransom came in, and Andy wonders how in 7 seas did his niece found this human-faced sea cucumber and MARRIED him. This is Andy's karma for Stockholm Syndrome-ing his mate.

You do not understand the level of existential crisis that Andy would be immediately thrown into when he meets Ransom. We ain’t ready for a full on family reunion yet, mostly because I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to name every Reader. lol

But picture this....

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x mermaid!Reader (from The Second Choice)

Warnings: thievery, really just silly fluff

Word Count: 455 (look at me exercising self control somewhat)

Andy had heard news of his beloved niece getting married. It was a shock to the entire kingdom when you came home for your yearly visit and announced that you were married. Being the recluse that he was, he only got the news after you had returned to land.

Andy had always doted on you since you were a child. You were so spirited and fiercely independent. You still were and in a lot of ways that made you both very similar. He wanted to congratulate you.

He had met Ari recently and he was admittedly impressed, but he knew that anyone who could hold down his formidable sister would be a force to be reckoned with himself. They would rule immaculately by each other's side. He was happy for them.

He ventured onto land for the first time in centuries, only intending to stay the afternoon for his niece and unwilling to leave his own mate for longer. He expected that a match blessed by the ancestors for his vivacious niece must be as powerful as that of her sister's.

What greeted him as he walked into the beach house's backyard was nothing like he expected. Surely the ancients had made a mistake. This must be some sort of punishment for his prior crimes manifesting in the rest of his family. This is karma. This is a sick joke of the fates.

"Ransom, you motherfucker!" you screamed as you chased him out of the house. "Where the fuck did you hide all my panties?"

"Oh you're never finding them, princess," he laughed as he halfheartedly ran from you. "You keep complaining about me ruining them. There. Problem solved."

"You idiot! I can't go commando to board meetings!"

"It'll be easier for you to cockwarm me during meetings this way. It's efficient. I'm being helpful."

He caught you in his arms and kissed you breathless when you charged at him, laughing at just how adorable you looked all worked up. Despite your outrage, it didn't take long for you to melt in his arms. Your heart swelled with your love for him, your love for this exasperating little shit that made sure there was no boring moment in your relationship.

Andy watched the whole exchange and came to the conclusion that no, the ancients made no mistakes. He saw the way Ransom matched your energy perfectly and how he also looked at you like you held the sun and moon in your eyes. It was like the meeting of two chaotic forces and joining on a neutral middle.

Ransom loved you. Truly. Andy most likely will want to throttle him at every opportunity, but he would make an effort to restrain himself for your happiness.

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Agreed. Still weird that it's Ransom, but I completely agree.

You're a Fish

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x mermaid!Reader (from The Second Choice)

Warnings: strong language as per usual with these two, blowjobs

Word Count: 743 (hey look I can drabble now!)

Swimming in the pool of your Malibu mansion with your new husband has become a regular occurrence. He insisted on it, saying that you needed to be in your natural form more often when he noticed how taxing it was for you to keep up your magic for long periods of time. He also noticed how much more carefree you are in your tail, how unworried you looked and how you were radiating with joy. He didn’t think you could get any more beautiful, but you seem to have a knack for proving that wrong.

He had his arms around you as he ran the pointed tip of his nose across your cheeks, his hands grazing lazily over the texture of your tail. It was so quiet and peaceful, something he’s only known since he’s distanced himself from his family and married you. He found that he was a very different person when the vile that ran thick through his blood wasn’t constantly aggravating him.

“Hey, princess?”

“Yeah?” you whispered, eyes half closed and almost falling asleep now.

“You’re a fish, right?”

Your eyes snapped open, all drowsiness forgotten as you stared at him in disbelief. Your mouth opened and closed in shock, much to his smug amusement, just like a fish. Your face reshuffled to one of scowling suspicion and you raised your eyebrow at him in a silent threat.

“You better think about the next words that will come out of your mouth, Drysdale.”

He chuckled and pecked your lips to appease you. “Well, Mrs. Drysdale, since you can breathe underwater I was thinking that maybe we could try something.”

“What?” Your sides narrowed at him. He smirked at you before he moved to mouth against the column of your neck, biting down exactly where he knew would leave you whimpering and willing for him. He whispered his next words in your ear, his hot breath and low voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Underwater blowjobs.”

The indignant shriek you let out was swallowed by the water as Ransom unceremoniously dunked you, pushing you down by your head and shoulders. Your protests were met with him shoving his hard cock in your mouth, his hands keeping your head in place as he fucked your throat. He was heavy on your tongue and you could make out the muffled sounds of his arousal from beneath the water.

"Oh fuck that feels good."

You made a decision. You grabbed his hips, pulling him in further and hollowing your cheeks. You sucked him exactly how he liked it; using your tongue to increase the sensations and swallowing when he hit the back of your throat. One hand came down to cup his balls as you continued to work him closer and closer to his release.

"Just like that, princess. Shit, you're so good at that," he groaned, his movements starting to falter. "I'm gonna cum down that pretty little throat. Fuck!"

You both knew each other well by now. So well that you could sense the exact moment that he would finish. Just before he could achieve his bliss, you wrenched yourself away from him and quickly swam away. Your head popped up on the opposite end of the pool from him.

"What the fuck?" he snarled.

"You called me a fish."

The sexual frustration he left was swiftly shoved aside at the sight of your glare and he scrambled to pull himself out of the pool to follow you as you marched back into the house, both naked as is now the standard in your household.

“Aw come on, princess. Don’t be like that. I was kidding,” he said, catching up to you and pouting down at your fuming expression. “Come on. Put my dick back in your mouth and we can go to get your favorite cheesecake after.”

“There’s salmon in the freezer. You can go fuck it since it makes no difference to you, you son of a bitch.”

Ransom couldn’t help laughing. God, he loved you. You were just an exact match to him and he thanked whatever land or sea god that deemed it fit for you to find each other. He picked you up and slung you over his shoulder, answering your loud objections with a few slaps to your rear as he took you both inside.

“I’m still mad at you, Ransom!”

“I know and you’re going to sit on my face until you forgive me, princess.”

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Earn Your Keep

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x mermaid!Reader (from The Second Choice)

Warnings: soft Ransom, heavy petting, light choking

Word Count: 623 (drabble)

A/N: And in the continuing saga of “Cassie can’t help herself”... Here. Have a drabble from my Mermaid AU. I blame @pigwidgeonxo and @themaskismyface for poking at my muse. She refused to let soft Ransom go.

Ransom was pulling at the collar of the shirt he was made to wear for the photoshoot and rolling his eyes in annoyance every ten seconds. It was fortunate that you had decided that you would photograph this concept shoot for your new line of for men jewelry. It was a good decision to make it just the two of you for now so that his first time would be comfortable for him. Also he would have driven to madness any team you would have brought in with his difficult nature.

“Why do I even have to do this again? We’re fucking rich. Can’t we just hire someone?” he whined, bottom lip drawing thin in irritation.

It was true. The company had a portfolio of models that you could have chosen from, but you wanted a different concept for this line. Ransom had inspired the designs and you thought it only fitting that he would model them. You also wanted the wedding rings for the line to be shown in a more intimate way. What would be more intimate than your new husband?

“Well you need to earn your keep, you dick. You’re the most annoying sugar baby in the world,” you chuckled.

It was technically true and you liked to tease him about it, but honestly Ransom had been a real partner to you. It didn’t surprise you that he had a real head for business, but it did surprise you how well he negotiated with both internal and external stakeholders. The time he bluntly called out a valued supplier in one of the meetings for trying to rip you off and ended with a major discount was the fastest so far that your panties got ruined. It was the fastest you had cleared out a conference room. They were barely out the door when you had tugged his pants open and he was rucking up your skirt. It was the first time you had defiled the meeting room table, but definitely not the last. Not if Ransom had any say in it.

“How about I just make you cry your little pearl tears on this dick and we can sell those instead?”

The laughter died on your lips and you swallowed at the sight of his cocky smirk and rapidly darkening eyes. You instinctively took a step back when he began advancing slowly toward you until he was able to tip you onto the outdoor sofa. He trapped you underneath him, taking the camera from your hand and pinning you with his hips.

“You said you wanted the concept shoot to feel personal right?” he grinned, his eyes glinting dangerously.

His hand trailed up from your hip, tracking goosebumps all across your skin, and wrapping around your neck. His proud smile grew as your eyelids fluttered close and your neck craned, the metal and jewels on his bracelets caught the light of the afternoon sun and contrasted beautifully with his veiny hands. Though it was the sight of his pinky ring of gold and pearl, your wedding ring for him, that had his cock hardening against you.

“Smile for me, wifey.”

His hand tightened around your throat and you let out a soft gasp before your lips curled into a smile. You barely registered the clicks from the camera as he unhurriedly moved his hand over you, capturing each intimate touch. Cupping the swell of your breasts. Gripping the curve of your hip. Clutching at the soft flesh of your thigh until his hand left an imprint.

When he reached your core, your back arched as his thumb began circling your aching bud. He chuckled at the feel of your already damp panties. He had other ways of earning his keep.

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Still kindda weird that my healthiest relationship dynamic involves Ransom. 😂😂 Thank you, darling.

The Second Choice

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x mermaid!Reader (A Spin on The Little Mermaid #3)

Summary: As the rebellious Princess of the Mers, you wanted the best of both worlds. You chose to live your life with endless adventures on land while still being able to fulfill your duties to the crown. Ransom just happens to feature in many of your adventures.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY SMUT CONTENT. so much adult language, cocky Ransom, unprotected semi-public fucking in human form, anal, degradation, praise, squirting, overstimulation, spanking, choking, ANGST, dubcon breeding, unprotected monster fucking, FLUFF, soft boy Ransom

Word Count: 8.1k (One Shot)

A/N: I did not expect this to turn out this way. I set out to write something completely different for Ransom but here we are. Enjoy! You don't need to read the first two, but it is recommended so that you can have a more wholistic experience with the lore and how they all connect together.

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Autumn has to be your favorite season and you prefer to spend it on land. There was nothing like laying down on a beach lounger with the cool salty ocean breeze blowing wrapped in a knitted sweater and sipping on a hot drink. You sighed happily as you sank down further on your lounger, stretching your legs out and wiggling your toes. Your short skirt blew with the wind and tickled your thighs as you stared fondly at the crashing waves of your private beach property in Malibu. You mulled over your life and your Kingdom underwater as you often did on quiet nights like this.

The second choice.

Being the second child of the Queen of the Seas earned you a certain level of privilege. It came with the title of royalty, a precious princess to the kingdom. It came with the respect of your species and the protection of the warriors, but you were always the second choice. Thank the gods for that. You were more than happy to revert all of that responsibility over to your older half brother Steve.

An heir and a spare.

Crown Prince Steven was by all means the epitome of a future King, exemplary in combat and sharp in wit with a natural inclination for leadership. You were the spare. Just like your mother was for your Uncle Andy. Unlike your family, you disagreed with many Merfolk traditions and you were considered as different.

A wild card.

A brat.

Rebellious.

Difficult.

One important thing you disagreed with was the treatment of humans. You knew the significance and you understood that it was essential for survival, but you were always conflicted and you refused to directly participate. Still your love and loyalty for your kind was strong and you were still duty bound. So you delegated yourself to a task not many wanted but one where you found purpose in.

Gatekeeper.

That was what they called this role, held by only a few since it was established. Since the Merfolk population was limited, everyone had a part to play. Yours was to be the link between land and sea. Early on your ancestors realized that your people needed a way to navigate the human world, a way to ensure safety when on land and resources to use. You held your hand out in front of you, the precious stones and luxurious metals glittering with the soft light of your backyard.

Jewelry.

There was no shortage of riches from the sea, riches apparently that humans were willing to pay hefty amounts for. Your ancestors partnered with a poor fishing couple who were good of heart, but desperately struggling to feed their children. The agreement was that this family help the Merfolk on land and to keep their existence a secret in exchange for unlimited riches for generations to come and the protection of the Merfolk. From this partnership grew a global conglomerate that was now a household name for high end jewelry and ocean conservation.

The profit and influence from this company enabled your people to live and move comfortably on land. Your job was to maintain the relationship with your human partners and to ensure all Merfolk that came on land were well equipped and safe. They went to you first and you ensured safe passage for them.

You took a long sip from your drink, letting the warmth spread through your body with a satisfied hum. It has been a busy week for you with the launch of a new line of designs and a slew of promotional parties. There was still more work to be done so it was nice to have time to relax.

So deep in thought were you and in a comfortable cocoon that you didn’t realize a large shadow slowly drawing nearer behind you. If you were paying more attention, you would have heard the soft click as your back door opened. You would have heard the light padding of expensive loafers. You would have caught the scent of designer cologne.

It wasn’t until a hand clamped over your mouth that your body went on high alert. Your cup flew out of your hand and smashed against the wood of the deck, your screaming muffled by the hand. Your heart pounded frantically as you thrashed in an effort to be released. An amused chuckle halted your struggle and the smirking face that lowered to your view turned the fear to exasperated annoyance.

“Ransom, you fucking asshole!” you shrieked as you smacked his arm repeatedly. “You scared me!”

“You should have seen your face,” he laughed as he sat down beside you, pulling you onto his lap to kiss you breathless. “Your housekeeper let me in before she left.”

One hand was on the back of your head, keeping you in place as he continued to kiss you. You moaned as his tongue battled with yours, his forcefulness sending heat to your core immediately. His other hand was gripping your hip, moving you to press closer to his growing erection.

“You’re such a dick,” you mumbled, as he moved his mouth to your neck.

“You like this dick,” he chuckled, lifting you to properly straddle him and angling his hips to grind against you. “You miss this dick.”

He wasn’t wrong. He was a cocky dick but he gave good dick. Ever since you met him a couple of years ago at a party in Massachusetts, you couldn’t help but find his arrogant snarky personality entertaining. He was so brashly honest and uncaring of what other people thought of him that you found it oddly appealing as you traded witty comebacks back and forth. It helped that he also looked delicious and you just happened to need someone to warm your bed that night.

What was meant to be just a one night stand turned into a habitual no strings attached arrangement when three months later you saw each other again by chance at another party. You only got as far as the ballroom’s ornate bathroom that time and it took a while for your legs to be able to support you much to his smug satisfaction. From then on whenever you were in the same city, you sought each other out.

“You’re wet already, aren’t you?” he said as his hand slipped beneath your skirt, his thumb sneaking under your panties and swiping against your folds. “Dripping. I could probably just shove my cock in this pussy with no fight.”

“Ransom,” you whined, your hips moving in search of more friction.

“Impatient little brat. I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so desperate for my cock.”

“Fuck me or get the fuck out of my house, Ransom.”

He chuckled when your threats melted into sighs as he pushed his thumb inside you, shallowly fucking you in a way that was no where near enough. He loved to tease you. A big part of what turns him on about you is how you fight back, meeting his own demanding nature with your own stubborn one. Getting a win over each other was sometimes better than the orgasm that follows, but nothing compared to the image of having you an angry whimpering mess beneath him.

He pulled his thumb out and popped it in his mouth, making a show of twirling his tongue around your arousal that was coating his finger. He kept your gazes locked the whole time, noting how your breath hitched and your eyes darkened.

“Still the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” he hummed. “Quiet now, aren’t you?”

The small growl you let out amused him to no end and he wanted to keep riling you up, but the tightening in his pants was becoming urgent. He smacked your ass and dumped you back on the lounger before he stood.

“Hands and knees.”

You wanted to let out a sharp remark or roll your eyes at his commanding tone, anything to antagonize him but the sight of his big beautiful cock out made your mouth water. You maneuvered yourself around just as he asked, opening your mouth for him in anticipation.

“Good girl,” he said, running the tip of his cock lightly along your lips. “Show me how much of a whore you are for this cock.”

He slipped his cock into your mouth, easing in until his full length was hitting the back of your throat. He let out a long low groan, one hand firmly on the back of your head to keep you in place. His pace started slow until he was thrusting into your mouth with the sole purpose of using you for his pleasure.

“Fuck. That's right. Take that cock just how I taught you.”

You relaxed your throat and flattened your tongue, staring up at him to encourage him to be rougher with you. You can take it. You could always take him. Watching him lose himself in your mouth made your pussy clench, his eyes burning with lust and his jaw ticking. You rubbed your thighs together to ease the ache between your legs. You couldn’t help it. He just looked so good with that feral look in his blue eyes. Blue eyes that now flashed in anger down at you.

You felt his fingers dig into the back of your head as a resounding crack shocked you forward making you choke on his cock, your bottom stinging from two more quick slaps that followed. You yelped, the sound garbled and muffled as you were pressed close to his pelvis. His fingers forcing their way inside you with no warning.

“Greedy. Little. Brat.”

Each word was punctuated with a sharp jerk of his hips and a twist of his fingers inside you. Your slick was dripping down your thighs and soaking his hand, your pussy was pulsing and clenching. More. You needed more. Your hips began to wind and push against his hand earning you a dark chuckle from above you.

“You’re just such a desperate slut, aren’t you?” he said, his tone mocking you.

He groaned as you swallowed around him, your eyes meeting his and glinting with mischief. You knew how to press his buttons too. He pulled himself out of you suddenly and grabbed you by the neck to raise your face to his, spit shining around your mouth and chin.

“That how you wanna play today, princess?”

You smirked, the nickname carrying a certain irony given how Ransom didn’t know how accurate it actually was. You leaned your face closer and ran your hands up the soft texture of his sweater, fearlessly meeting his fury to nip on his plump bottom lip before slowly pulling back and winking devilishly at him.

The growl he let out sent a new wave of arousal through you, the electricity buzzing down your spine as he crashed his lips to yours in a messy kiss. You moaned against his mouth, gasping as he pushed you off him. He manhandled you until you were on all fours again with your ass up for him, ripping your skirt and panties off in one go. He kept your loose cable knit sweater on though, loving how soft you felt all over.

You jolted forward as you felt him spit on your cunt, spreading it around with your slick up to your puckered hole. His thumb slipped in with little resistance and your body sagged as you welcomed it.

“Ransom,” you whined.

He hummed. Toying with your back entrance as he rubbed the head of his cock against your soaking core. Your pussy wept and clenched, your whole body screaming to be stuffed. The moment the head of his cock breached you, all thoughts flew out of your mind except for the feel of his girth stretching your walls in a way no other man or merman has ever done for you.

“God, you’re tight,” he grunted as he bottomed out. “But you’re taking me so well, princess. Like you’re made to take this cock.”

“More. Harder, Ransom,” you moaned.

He tutted at you as he continued with his infuriatingly languid pace, one hand gripping your hip to keep you locked in place. The bruises will be a nice thing to wake up to tomorrow. His thumb in your ass kept pressing in, contributing to your pleasure but it still wasn’t enough.

“Come on, princess. You know what to say.”

“Fuck!” you screamed as he rolled his hips, reaching deeper inside you and building up that fire inside you just a bit more. “Just fuck me harder, you goddamn prick.”

“You know what I wanna hear,” he chuckled. Another roll of his hips and your legs were starting to quiver with the tension. “Say it.”

“Please,” you muttered under your breath.

The hand on your hip gripped tighter and his hips snapped sharply, the sound of your skin meeting drowned by your yelp. “Say it louder.”

You gritted your teeth, your stubborn head telling you to disobey. Your body was shaking now, teetering over the edge of an almost orgasm. Another sharp thrust, pushing hard into both your holes, had your resolve crumbling.

“Please, Ransom. Take me harder, please.”

You turned your head and caught the slow smirk curve on his face and the excitement of knowing rippled through you. All at once his pace changed drastically, pounding into you until you were practically falling through the lounger. You screamed your pleasure into the night, falling instantly into your first orgasm.

“Good girl,” he panted from behind you, his thrusts not slowing even as you continued convulsing beneath him. “Keep going.”

The smug bastard kept fucking you through to another rippling orgasm, his thumb joined now by another finger to prep you for what he wanted next. He bit down on his lip to stave off his own release, but your walls pulsing around him and your mewling was making it difficult. He grabbed you by the neck and pulled you up flush against him as he pulled out of you, your weakened body grateful for the support.

His cock was glistening with your cum, aiding in his entrance through your puckered hole. His hand around your throat tightened, just as tight as your walls around his cock. You felt his hot breath around your ear as he groaned in satisfaction. His other hand trailed down your overheated body to spear his fingers through your weeping core. The curses and pleading just kept spilling from your lips.

“This is how you like it. Right, princess?” he said as his fingers pushed and tapped relentlessly inside you, hitting that spongy spot that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “You like me stuffing both your holes where the neighbors could just look out their windows and see how much of a slut you are for me? Come on then, princess.”

His hands and cock worked in complete synchrony to deliver you to your ruin; digging, prodding, scissoring, pushing, pounding, and choking you just right. Your sweater drooped down your shoulder and his mouth took it as an invitation to latch on, biting and sucking his stamp of ownership over you. You could feel the coil impossibly tighten, already on the brink of snapping completely.

“Make a mess for me.”

You keened sharply as ecstasy consumed you, your vision exploding with fireworks and tears. Your whole body shook violently with pleasure as your release continuously drenched the once pristine white cushion beneath you, his hand rubbing and slapping now at your throbbing clit.

"Fuck. That's it," he groaned. "Goddamn, you feel good."

You could vaguely hear the string of profanities and praise he let out as he railed into your ass in time with the thundering in your ears. He pulled you back with a hard bite down on your shoulder as he emptied himself inside you with a feral roar.

For a while, no words were exchanged between you. There was only heavy panting, heartbeats that struggled to slow, and hands that roamed lazily. He turned your head to catch your lips in a slow kiss that made you shiver. It was the complete opposite of the manner he just took you, but was always welcome. He pulled out of you and drew you back to sit between his legs, his hands slipping beneath your sweater to palm at your breasts with interest.

“I didn’t know you were in town,” you said as you leaned further back against him.

“Charles Blackwood was having a birthday party in LA. Got bored.” He tweaked your nipple and your back arched. “Knew I’d have more fun here.”

“Not enough strippers for your taste?” you teased. “How long are you here for?”

“About a week,” he whispered against your ear, nibbling on your lobe and sneaking his tongue in. “Glad I caught you before your annual trip with your family. Can’t have you craving my cock for too long.”

“Just in time then. I leave in two weeks.” Your hand reached behind to card through his hair, pulling and scratching lightly at his scalp. He groaned and grinded his hips forward, his manhood starting to grow again. “Plenty of time for you to put your smart mouth to better use. I have some business meetings but I’m mostly free.”

“Oh, princess. Don’t make plans just yet.” He pulled your sweater over your head and tossed it aside, before he lifted you up into his arms and into your house. You laughed against his neck, your arms clinging to him. “I’m not even halfway done with you tonight.”

He caught sight of a few loose pearls on the lounger that he just assumed must have gotten knocked off from one of the pieces you were wearing. They hardly registered when he had your willing body pressed against his.

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He didn’t leave until noon the next day, leaving you thoroughly sated and sore, but it would be a couple of days later when he came back. You were busy arranging your things for the meeting you needed to get to, checking the essentia paperwork to bring and shoving your belongings into your purse.

Ransom walked in like he owned the place and grinned at the business attire you were wearing that highlighted your body perfectly. You were beautiful in anything you wore, there was a fiery radiance to you and a presence that was captivating, but seeing you dressed like this made you look powerful and in charge. His cock was already hardening and he hasn’t even touched you yet. He couldn’t wait to rip it off you.

“Hey, princess. Busy today?” he smirked as he sauntered over to you.

He abruptly halted before he could reach you when another man came into the room, dressed similarly to you and frowning at the tie he was struggling with in his gloved hands. He was tall and wide, built like a brick wall with icy blue eyes and sharp bone structure. Ransom noted that his hair was still damp, an obvious sign that he got ready here.

He scowled when their eyes met, a sudden wave of possessiveness taking him by surprise when the other man stood far too closely to you for his liking. You were oblivious to the death stare match they were having, too busy thinking of the tasks needed to be accomplished today.

“Ransom this is Bucky. Bucky this is Ransom,” you casually introduced them, taking the tie from Bucky and fixing it for him hurriedly. The intimate yet familiar gesture made Ransom’s jaw clench. “Wait for me in the car, Buck. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

“Are you sure, princess?”

Ransom growled at the use of the term. That was his pet name for you. It infuriated him how you didn’t even react to another man calling you that. You were by no means exclusive with each other. You weren’t dating. You also made no promises that this arrangement would lead to anything else. It suited you both since you weren’t ones to be tied down, but neither of you had seen the other with someone else.

It was hypocritical of Ransom particularly since he was still upholding his reputation as a playboy and you weren’t exactly waiting around for the next time your paths crossed. That was the deal, but Ransom never did do well with sharing. You weren’t his, but for the first time since he met you he thought that maybe he wanted you to be.

As soon as Bucky was out the door, Ransom’s furious expression was on you and his low snarl froze you on the spot. “Who the fuck was that?”

“What the hell is your problem? I told you that was Bucky.”

“Who the hell is Bucky?” he growled in your face. “Who is he to you, princess?”

You were surprised by this unexpected outburst and the venom in his use of the pet name made you flinch, but you weren’t one to back down. This princess bows to no one. You lifted your chin and met his gaze unflinchingly as the realization began to dawn on you.

Ransom was jealous.

Bucky was a Queen's Guard who regularly would check up on you and the other Merfolk onshore. This time around he also escorted a few of your people to you and helped send them on their way. This afternoon he was accompanying you to meet with the human family you were bonded with. He was also your older brother’s closest friend, a mainstay in your life since childhood. Ransom had no reason to be jealous of him, but you were in no mood to pander to his childish behaviour.

“He’s a family friend.”

“I can see just how friendly you two are,” he scoffed.

“What if we are?” you challenged him. “That’s none of your business.”

“Like hell it isn’t! Are you really that much of a cock hungry whore that you can’t even go two days without looking for something to fill your cunt?”

The crack of your hand as it met his cheek threw the room into a tense silence. Your chest rose and fell heavily as you struggled to control your indignation, hot tears stinging your eyes. Never had anyone spoken to you this way. Never had Ransom used those words on you with malice and you hated to admit to yourself that it hurt you more than you expected.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that. You don’t get to make me feel bad when you’re not exactly discreet about your conquests,” you shot back, mirroring the rage that was evident on his face. “You don’t get to judge me when your bullshit is splashed across gossip blogs on a regular basis. You even went viral for your dick pic on Instagram. Good for you.”

“You. Vicious. Little. Bitch.”

You sneered at how the veins on his neck were popping with each punctuated word. He was shaking with barely restrained fury, his fists clenched at his sides and a small bleeding cut on his cheek from the ring you wore on your hand that struck him. Good. If you weren’t so furious, you would have thought that anger just made him more attractive.

“You do not own me,” you spat, taking a confident step toward him. “Now if you’re quite done with your temper tantrum, I have a meeting to get to. You can wait here for me to come back in a few hours and we can talk when you’ve calmed down. ”

“You must be insane to think I’d wait here for you like some puppy.”

“Fine. Then don’t.” You threw your hands in the air in dismissal. “Don’t let the door hit you on the ass on your way out.”

You grabbed your things and marched toward the door. You looked at him one last time, your face turning oddly sad before you fixed it to one of icy indifference.

“Goodbye, Ransom.”

The door slammed behind you with a finality that echoed in the now empty room where he still stood. He wasn’t sure which was more bruised, his cheek or his pride.

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You expected Ransom to not be there when you got back, but it still stung when you came home to an empty house. Out of all the many properties your kind owned on land this mansion was your favorite which was why you chose this as your permanent residence. Built and decorated with the thought that it was an extension of the sea, with its open spacious interiors in a coastal design and a backyard with a large pool that led to the private beach. It always felt comfortable and welcoming to you. It felt like home.

Now as your heels clicked on the wood floors, you feel for the first time how empty it was. Even as you opened more lights and drew back curtains, the large house still felt cold and you felt it seep into your chest. Your free spirited lifestyle ensured endless parties, countless interactions with humans, a freedom to travel as you wished, work that was a passion for you, and a string of lovers. You had the best of both worlds and the privilege to enjoy it to the fullest. You could hardly say that you were alone, but now somehow you felt lonely. Your chosen independence, just earlier filled with gratification, now left you feeling unfulfilled.

Was it really all because of Ransom?

The answer came almost two weeks later. Two weeks of constantly checking your phone for any calls or messages only to be disappointed because both of you were too prideful to reach out first. You suspected that he would have already gone home when a week went by and there was still no sign of him. The internet gossip blog you stumbled on confirmed it. You would deny to anyone who asked that you were looking for news about him. He was back in Massachusetts with a new girl on his arm at another party. It hurt. That you couldn't deny.

Yes. It was all because of Ransom.

A life of fun and endless possibilities, but with no one to share it with. It never bothered you before, but Ransom's absence from your life had more of an impact than you anticipated. He made you laugh with his ranting about his insufferable family. He complimented you on your new designs, always sending a quick congratulatory message on each new launch. He even challenged your decisions in business matters you had shared. He wasn't romantic but he had a habit of bringing you his favorite biscuits when he came to visit. He would say it was because you had subpar taste in after sex snacks, but he always ended up feeding you most of it and licking the crumbs from your lips. The sex itself was not just mind blowing, but he had opened you up to more exploration.

Despite how little time you actually spent together, you realize now how comfortable you were with him. You realize just how much you enjoyed his company, that you actually looked forward to it. You realize now that you surprisingly trusted that spoiled overgrown child of a man.

And you realize now that you were in love with him.

You groaned and cussed at yourself. It was absurd. You knew how stupid it was. It was also equally idiotic to have postponed your trip back to your kingdom in the disillusioned hope that he might still call you. Your spirit was waning and your body was terribly weakened, your magic struggling to maintain your human form.

You stripped off your clothes and elegantly dove into the pool, reaching deep before you twirled and a soft glow enveloped you. You sighed in relief as your legs morphed into your tail, the pain you had been feeling the last few days lifting temporarily and yet your chest still felt heavy with the last conversation you had with Ransom. You took your time circling the depths of your expansive swimming pool, allowing yourself to recover as much as it could but at this point you had no choice now but to leave tonight.

Merfolk power came from the sea and prolonged separation weakened you. Your annual trips back to your kingdom were born out of necessity, a way to recharge your magic and strength where Mer magic was the strongest for you to be able to return to shore again. If you don’t go tonight, your magic will dissolve and your body will waste away.

You will die.

However, this time you were as reluctant to leave as you were to come back. What would be the point of coming back? There was suddenly no more joy in your life here and truthfully you don’t think you can take seeing more news of Ransom or risk running into him. Perhaps it was time to talk to your mother. Perhaps it was time to find a different purpose for you.

Your head popped up out of the surface, sighing heavily and staring forlornly at the night sky. You would miss the sky. It was one of your favorite things about the shore. You could spend hours just watching the colors change from the dusky sunrise to the clear blue to the stormy grays to the fiery sunsets. Your favorite was the bright blue of morning, filled with the choice of a day of adventures ahead or lazy musings. The possibilities were endless with the morning sky. It would now remind you painfully of Ransom, but you were decided. You’ve had a good run on shore. You’ve lived your life as you pleased without the burden of your title holding you back.

It was time to be a proper princess for your kingdom.

“So this is your secret.”

Your eyes widened as you turned toward the voice, your tail automatically carrying you to the edge to hide yourself. It was no use though. He had already seen everything and as you stared up at him, you couldn’t help the thrill of seeing him again or the wistful smile that curved your lips that you were quick to tamp down.

“Ransom.”

“You’re a mermaid.”

Your face dropped and your eyes turned downcast, trying hard to avoid his gaze as if it could hide your secret from him. As if it were shameful. When Ransom stepped out onto your backyard, he could hardly make sense of what he was seeing. He must be high, but as he watched you swim so gracefully beneath the surface he became more and more mesmerized by your movements. He was hypnotized by how the color of your tail shone with the subtle lights of your home and the gentle silver of the moon. It made the flaming hues of your lower half stand out more, like a bursting sunset of red and gold. He was caught by your beauty the moment he first saw you, but this was different.

You were enchanting.

You had enchanted him from the start and he now knew why. It explained how he was so magnetically drawn to you. How you had kept his attention where all else had failed. How you kept creeping into his mind when you were apart. How he craved you. It told him that it was never a choice, he would never have been able to resist you even if he wanted to.

He really never wanted to.

He almost thought it unfair. You were magical and he was human. He was a lost cause from the start, but while it explained much it didn’t cover everything. It didn’t explain why he relished your laughter or admired your work ethic. It didn’t explain why he genuinely liked to hear your stories. It didn’t explain how he could be comfortable enough to be honest with you. It didn’t explain the possessive surge he felt that day you fought or what made him say those words that were meant to hurt you.

In a move that was wholly out of character for him, he bent down to capture your chin in his hand and turn your gaze back to him. His other hand traced the elaborate gold band that circled your head with countless rare pearls and precious gems that dripped down to your hair.

A princess.

“You’re an actual princess too, aren’t you? That’s why that brooding asshole called you that last time,” he chuckled, the sound fraying your nerves. You weren’t sure whether he was mocking you or he was genuinely amused, but you couldn’t seem to look away. Not when for two weeks you wanted nothing more than to see him.

“You know there are rumors that the secret silent partner in your company is actually a Mafia clan,” he laughed loudly this time. “I guess swimming with the fishes has a different meaning to you.”

Your lips twitched in a barely contained smile before your head tilted to the side in confusion. “You don’t seem too surprised.”

“It makes sense,” he shrugged dismissively.

You barked your laughter, the nerves you were feeling earlier suddenly expelled with each breath and the lingering anger from your last interaction pushed aside for the time being. You shook your head, but leaned over the edge and craned your neck upwards to keep his eyes. His gorgeous aqua eyes that you now realized didn’t hold what you normally would expect from someone faced with what was known only as myth. There was no ill intent, fear, or disgust. They were cocky and playful just like Ransom always was with you. What was new was what was unexpectedly lining it.

Affection.

“I fail to see what part of this makes any type of fucking sense, Ransom,” you smiled as you flicked your fins up to the surface to emphasize your point.

For a moment he was transfixed with how your tail was lazily swishing before he looked back at you and there was that affection again that was making your face heat up. “The secrecy. How you don’t keep a public profile despite making the big decisions in the company. You actually own the damn company, don’t you?”

You nodded sheepishly and he chuckled again. His fingers travelled lightly along one string of pearls that decorated your head. “That also explains why you happen to be the only ones able to sell these kinds of pearls. They’re so rare. You can’t tell me how they’re made right?”

“Maybe. Someday. It’s a secret of the Mers,” you grinned cheekily. His smile grew at the thought that there was a someday, that he hadn’t already completely ruined things with you. “Still doesn’t explain how easily you’re accepting all of this though.”

“You forget that Harlan is a novelist and I grew up around his incessant rambling about literature,” he scoffed and rolled his eyes at the thought of his family. “Every design you put out has a little story about Merfolk. I thought it was a cool gimmick at first, but something about it always struck me as intimate. Like it was personal. You wrote them yourself, didn’t you?”

“I did,” you admitted quietly. You bit your lip nervously as you braced yourself to ask a more difficult question. “You honestly don’t find all this too strange?”

“Are you kidding me?” he laughed loudly. “My girlfriend’s a fucking mermaid!”

You felt your face heat up again at the sudden declaration. He’s called you many things, but he’s never called you that. Neither of you have ever acknowledged whatever you had as anything more than convenient fucking.

Still, why did it make your heart flutter?

“Wow. Got you speechless for once and I didn’t even need to choke you with my cock this time,” he snickered, enjoying the flustered look on your face and bringing his face closer to yours. So close that your noses were brushing and you could feel his long lashes on your wet cheeks.

“What? You don’t like being called my girlfriend, princess?”

“Ransom, I -”

“Marry me.”

You were stunned speechless and your instinct told you to recoil. It told you to run, but Ransom caught your wrist before you could retreat from him.

“You can’t be serious, Ransom,” you shook your head.

“Oh I’m completely serious, princess.”

“You’re fucking insane! You can’t possibly think that’s a good idea.”

He leaned away from you, dropping your hand as he stood to his full height. Your eyes widened when you saw him slowly strip his clothes. He threw them unceremoniously on the day beds, keeping eye contact with you and smirking at how your expression was somewhere between confused and aroused at the sight of him completely naked.

“Let me show you how good of an idea it is.”

It must be the fatigue of your power fading that you didn’t react fast enough when he dove into the water and dragged you under. The next thing you know, Ransom had you caged in his arms and his lips were on yours. You yelped against his mouth when you felt him pull at one nipple until it went hard beneath his touch. He flashed you another smug look before he stole another kiss and propelled you both up to the surface.

“Marry me,” he said the moment you broke air, crowding you against the edge of the pool. His hands roaming all across your body, exploring the new texture of your skin. “God, you’re so hot like this.”

“Ransom,” you gasped as his mouth moved to suck and nip along your throat, your neck instinctively dropping back to give him more access. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

He groaned as he felt your hands card through his hair and pull at the strands, unable to resist the attraction that was always so strong between you. He held you in place by your ass and pressed his throbbing erection against you. He bit hard into the sensitive juncture at the base of your neck and smiled against the newly forming bruise when he felt your fins curl around his leg to bring him closer. You could take any form and he would still know how to make your body sing for him.

“I don’t know about that. I think I like the idea of being a prince,” he laughed, his breath tickling your ear and sending shivers across your skin. “Marry me.”

His hands travelled lower, trailing fire all over your body as he groped at your breasts and gripped at your curves. His fingers soon reached below your pelvis and you would think that he had experience with mermaid anatomy by how fast he found your veiled entrance. It was your sharp inhale though and the way your fingers dug into his back that gave you away when he brushed against your core. He slipped his fingers past the pliant part of your tail and straight into your pulsating core.

“Fuck,” he growled. It was so different, somehow even more wet and tighter than you usually were. “I can’t wait to stick my cock in there, princess. Marry me.”

You moaned his name and shook your head even as his fingers were making your hips move in search of more. “We can’t.”

You keened when he found that spot inside you that had your resolve hanging by a thread. You tried to hang on to your reasoning. You tried to remind yourself that neither of you were the marrying type. Neither of you were the commitment type. You were both selfish and self-indulgent.

His free hand came around your throat, forcing you to look at him as he unraveled you with his fingers. You saw the determined set of his jaw and the burning desire in his eyes. He wanted you.

Every version of you.

“That’s it. Don’t you want me as your prince?” he teased as his pace quickened until he felt you were on the brink of climax. “Marry me, princess. Let go for me now.”

You came hard, your voice carrying like a melody through your freefall. Ransom was dead set on your ruin and convincing you to be with him. He needed to show you how good you were together. His painfully hard cock swiftly replaced his fingers and he felt like he was going to cum on the spot by just how you felt. It was out of this world. You were still mid orgasm and it was driving him into a frenzy how your walls were pulsing around him.

“I didn’t think your cunt could get any better. Goddamn.”

“Ransom,” you panted, nearing delirium now from pleasure. “Fuck me please. I need it. Please, I need it.”

The growl he let out was animalistic as he hammered into you, your mouths fusing and your tongues battled in between incoherent chanting of each other’s names. You were absolutely lost in each other, the water violently splashing from your crude movements. It wasn’t long before you were teetering over the edge again, one sharp snap of his hips sending you spiralling into bliss.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he grunted, his pace starting to falter as he neared his own end. “I’m gonna fill you up, princess. If you don’t wanna be my wife right now then you can be the mother of my brats first.”

You clenched around him at the thought and his hips stuttered. A small voice in the back of your mind warned you. If he came inside you right now in this form and in your vulnerable state, he would surely succeed in his task.

“Ransom, you can’t,” you protested weakly, still reeling from your climax and already building toward another.

“I can, princess,” he chuckled darkly as he continued to rail hard into you. “And I will. You want this too. I’m making you mine.”

The authority in his voice threw you into your next release, your walls milking him for all he would offer and pulling him into his own finish. He kissed you hard as he continued to pump his seed inside you, making sure every drop was pushed deep.

His lips slowly parted from yours, but he didn’t go far. He rested his forehead against yours, his twitching cock still nestled inside you, and his hands cupping your face with an unexpected tenderness that was mirrored in his eyes.

“Marry me.”

Through the jumbled mess of your thoughts, you scrambled again for your reasoning. You both were spoiled and wanted it all. You both valued your independence and freedom to have fun as you wished. You both walked away from each other during that fight. You both hurt each other. As if reading your mind, he rubbed his thumbs over your cheeks to calm your protests before he spoke.

“After the fight, I spent a lot of time thinking. I was ready to just bury myself in the next pussy I see and forget all about you,” he started gently. “Then I found out we were all getting cut off from my grandfather’s will. All I am is my money and without that who am I? I went into a dark place, princess.”

You saw him struggle with his words and your heart softened at this rare show of vulnerability. He’s never shown this side of him to you. Whatever he shared with you was always with his brand of humor and sarcasm. You suspected that he never showed it to anyone. You appreciated how difficult this was for him to open up to you. Your hands ran soothingly along his arms, a silent encouragement for him to continue.

“I was going to do something that I would have regretted. I was going to do something that would have destroyed me completely. All for money. All for the pride of a Thrombey,” he swallowed, pausing for a moment to steady himself. He would never be able to fully put into words what you pulled him back from doing. What you stopped him from becoming. “But one thing kept holding me back from going through with it.”

“Me?” you asked quietly.

“Yes, princess,” he gave you a small smile and kissed the tip of your nose. “I’m sorry I said those things to you. I regret them. I didn’t mean a single word. You were the first person I wanted to talk to after I found out about the will. You were the only person I wanted to see. You still are. That’s when I knew.”

“Knew what?”

“That I love you, you fucking idiot,” he chuckled. “I was fully willing to say to hell with my family and the money. None of what I thought was important before is anymore. Not after you.”

Your hands slid to loop around his neck and tangle themselves in his wet hair, smiling at the thought that just before he came you had the exact same epiphany that he had. What mattered then didn’t matter anymore. Not if you weren’t together. You had changed each other and neither of you even knew it was happening.

“So, Ransom Drysdale, the trust fund playboy.” You laughed as he rolled his eyes at your teasing. “You love me?”

“I just said that!”

“Well I wanna hear it again!”

“God, you’re so high maintenance,” he groaned in mock exhaustion though there was no venom in his tone, only an indulgent smirk on his lips.

“That’s rich coming from you,” you snorted.

“We’re not even married yet and you’re already nagging at me.”

“Excuse me?!”

He crashed his lips to yours, laughing as he kissed you breathless and his stomach fluttering in amusement at how you were smacking his chest in annoyance. Exactly this. He wanted exactly this for the rest of his life.

With you.

“We’re getting married next week. I don’t want any of my family to come. They can all eat shit. We’re eloping.”

“I didn’t say yes, you asshole.”

He scoffed and pinned you with a raised eyebrow. “You’re really an idiot if you think it was ever a choice.”

The laugh faded from your lips as you remembered the journey you needed to make and by the look on his face, he seemed to realize the same thing. He also realized now that the truth of your nature was revealed that it must mean more than just a yearly family trip.

“You have to leave,” he said sadly, suddenly deflated. “When?”

“Tonight. I’m too weak to stay on land for much longer. I need to go back.”

“Then marry me right fucking now. I want to know you’re going to come back,” he swallowed, vulnerability again flashing in his eyes but now coupled with his stubborn firmness. “I need to know you’re coming back to me.”

“How?”

“I don’t give a shit how,” he smirked as he fiddled with his hand, slipping off the signet ring that he always wore on his pinky.

You couldn’t help giggling as he struggled to somehow fasten it on your crown, carefully making sure that his ring was secure and prominent among the many adornments. It was just so ridiculous and yet it made your heart swell with joy and your eyes fill with tears.

“There. We’re married now.”

You beamed at him and from the opposite side of his ring, you broke off a winding piece of gold and fastened it around his pinky. You lifted his hand up to your face, closing your eyes as tears streaked down your cheek to land on the makeshift ring. You closed your hands over it for a moment and when again revealed, Ransom was shocked to see a pearl now attached to it.

“We’re married now. I love you too.”

He crashed his lips to yours, overwhelmed by the love and awe that he was feeling for you. You were his now. It didn’t matter to him if it was real or made up. It just mattered that you were his and he was yours. You would return and when you did, he was going to marry you in every conceivable ceremony there was in this world and yours.

Bless, Bless

This unity once wished

A joining of land and sea

Finally achieved

Not a choice of one or the other

But of both to prosper

You both smiled as you parted, the blessing of the ancients anchoring you in permanence with each other. You knew for sure now that you would return and his parting words made you all the more eager to do so.

“I’ll be here waiting.”

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Ok don’t get me wrong. I love all these Ransom x mermaid reader drabbles. But can we please show AndyxReader some love!!! You know how bad I’m itching for a sequel girl!

You're absolutely right. Andy needs some love. I've actually outlined some for that sequel and it's just turned into it's own thing. I'm not ready to write that yet, but let's check in on our underwater basement wife. Shall we?

Pairing: merman!Andy Barber x Reader (from A Lack of Choice)

Warnings: cockwarming, spanking, edging, in summary it’s going as well as we can hope

Word Count: 441

“I’m sorry!” you yelped, the sting of his hand against your already sore rear traveling up your spine. It had jolted you forward from your seat on his cock and provided a momentary relief, but it also brought you teetering over the edge again with Andy having no intention of letting you finish.

“Stay still, honey. Just a few more bites and your punishment will be done,” he said softly, but the dark smirk on his face contrasted with it. “For today.”

This was your punishment for your failed attempt to escape. You had gone back to your prior routine of Andy coming to your cabin, cooking you food, and sitting you on his lap as he fed you. There were some differences. For four days now he had been sitting you on his hard cock, his throbbing member stretching your walls and instructing you not to move. Whenever you did, a hard smack would land on your ass. He would do this until you finished your meal and you were a dripping mess of teary whimpers.

Four days.

By now you were already insanely needy and desperate to cum after days of being edged. Andy had made it clear that you could not also touch yourself. He would know if you did and you didn’t even want to think of what he would do if you disobeyed.

You chewed the last bite of your meal and swallowed, a sense of pride spreading in your chest at the satisfied smile on Andy’s face. Your cunt involuntarily clenched around him, dripping more of your slick on his already drenched thigh. Your legs were shaking from the tension and your whole body was wound so tight from the restraint you had been exercising.

“Are you my good girl now, honey?” he asked as he dipped his head to lightly run his lips along your collarbone and down to the swell of your breasts. His other hand pulled at one hardened peak and you bit down hard on your lower lip to keep yourself still.

“Yes, Andy. I’m your good girl,” you gasped, breathless now from trying to keep control. “Please. It hurts. Please, Andy. Please.”

He smirked against your skin, loving how your voice was quaking as you begged. His hand travelled down aggravatingly slow, the small hairs on your skin raising along the path he took as if magnetized. Your breathing grew shallow in anticipation and your heart was hammering in your chest as he drew closer and closer to your painfully aching bud. His thumb ghosted over your clit and he tipped your head down to meet his smoldering gaze.

“Cum.”

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#cassie reblog replies #a lack of choice #storybook collection #story book collection

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We have taken basement wife to new depths. I'm sorry the pun was right there. I couldn't not take it. Anyway thank you, darling!

A Lack of Choice

Pairing: merman!Andy Barber x Reader (A Spin on The Little Mermaid #2)

Summary: Taken on the night before your wedding, you wake up imprisoned in the depths of the sea with a merman that had darkness behind his beautiful eyes as your warden.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY NON CON SMUT CONTENT. soft dark coz he's still sweet on you but with dark themes (abduction, manipulation, conditioning/brainwashing, imprisonment, drugging, forced soulmate bond), non con somnophilia (unconscious unprotected fucking in human form), non con monster fucking (unprotected fucking in merman form), breeding kink, praise kink, choking

Word Count: 8.4k (One Shot)

A/N: This is One Shot #2 for my Mermaid AU in my Story Book Collection. I'm also offering this as tribute to @slothspaghettiwrites 's Marvelous Monster Mayhem Writing Challenge with the song prompt Closer by Nine Inch Nails. Actual lines are in bold.

You don't need to read the first one, but it is recommended so that you can have a more wholistic experience with the lore and how they all connect together. I'm so happy to be back!

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Andy snickered as Bucky all but flew out of his court after fulfilling his duty, a flurry of bubbles left from his hasty exit. Common. Predictable. Expected. Ever since he was forced to abdicate the throne to his sister, the entire kingdom had given him a wide berth especially after several instances where his grief and fury ended in injuries for himself and the subjects who were trying to pacify him.

With his fall from grace he was asked to retire to one of the castles that were further from the main city with only a handful of staff. It was an act of generosity from his sister, refusing to believe that he was irredeemable. He appreciated it and really he much preferred to be alone as he mourned and waited for his inevitable death.

Andy was slowly dying from heartbreak.

The experience was different for each one, the length and depth of pain varied from case to case. For Andy, he had been enduring for centuries now with his demeanor getting progressively colder and darker as the years passed. One could hardly believe that he was once a well loved benevolent king. The hollow silence in his chest was enough indication though.

It was only a matter of time now.

He could hardly remember at this point what a beating heart felt like, but he remembered the pain of his failed love in excruciating detail. His disdain of humans came from that catastrophe, falling in love with a woman’s false charms only to find out later that she had just been biding her time to kill him and to escape. He remembered the sting of the knife through his chest, but more than that he remembered the bite of her words afterwards. She never loved him. He had been a fool.

He leaned back on his throne, his muscular tail swaying lazily beneath him and his hair flowing in the water, as he thought over what Bucky had said. He was furious at first, having left his post as a Queen’s guard leaving his sister without protection on land and he was seconds away from ripping Bucky’s throat out with his sharp teeth but one thing he said had his outrage stopping in its tracks.

A girl.

There was a human girl gifted to Andy by his beloved sister. Their supply of humans were scarce and they had very short lifespans once taken so only a select few were provided with the privilege to breed with them. He was provided with humans regularly at first, having been born a royal it was important for the kingdom for his bloodline to continue. However after he mistreated the last few humans, he was cut off.

Andy had no shortage of sexual partners. Plenty of Merfolk still threw themselves at the opportunity to bed a royal, disgraced as he was. He was also undeniably attractive, the darkness in him adding a dangerous thrill to the sex but there was nothing like burying his cock in a human cunt. The thought alone of how hot and tight it felt was enough to make him harden and for his fins to curl in anticipation. He smirked.

Time for a visit.

He swapped his tail for legs as he walked into the cottage where his human was imprisoned, slipping on a pair of soft cotton trousers and foregoing a shirt. Shuri had outdone herself with the developments she had made through the years in creating a viable habitat for the humans underwater that would not only allow them to live comfortably, but would also prolong their shelf life. He made a mental note to send her a gift because the sight of you half naked and unconscious on the large bed had him almost lunging for you immediately.

He was immediately drawn to you, a faint echo of something forgotten sounded in his chest as he laid his eyes on you for the first time. He came around to your side of the bed, brushing the hair off your face gently before trailing down to trace along your jaw. His thumb lingered for a moment on your lips and then his hand went to circle your throat, squeezing just a little to feel the momentary hitch in your breathing.

You were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

The swell of your breasts were calling to him, barely covered by the bikini you had been wearing when you were taken. Pinching and rubbing at a nipple over the fabric caused goosebumps to erupt over your skin. He smiled. You were so responsive to him even in this state.

“Good girl.”

Lower his hands traveled, over your hips and along your thighs before finally settling on his prize. He cupped your pussy and the heat he felt through the material of your bottoms had him groaning. He rubbed you through the fabric, slow yet firm in his movements. It didn’t take long until your damp arousal was eagerly meeting his hand and he could smell you.

Just a taste. He needed a taste.

Deft fingers pulled your bottoms aside and stroked your slit, spreading your slick around and up to your clit. You sighed quietly and your legs tried to close themselves, your body reacting instinctively to protect yourself. He chuckled as he nudged your legs apart once more for him. He knew the potion you were made to take for the journey down still had some time left before wearing off and your vulnerable defenseless state had him palming his cock over his pants.

He dipped a finger inside you, his jaw ticking at how tight you were. He drew the finger out of you, catching the scent of your arousal before slipping it into his mouth. He hummed as he swirled his tongue around it.

“Sweet.”

He watched you intently, noting how evenly and deeply your chest rose and fell. Your mouth was parted slightly and there was a heat radiating off your skin from his touching you. There was a softness and an innocence to you that made him forego his original plan to wait until you had woken. Why wait? He caught your chin between two fingers and pressed his lips on yours, a first kiss of many he was sure.

He would have you now.

His pants dropped to the floor easily and he crawled up on the bed over you, his face immediately coming up to your cunt. His cold breath blew on your heated sex and he was pleased to see your body jerk in reaction. Strong hands gripped your thighs and spread you wider, your bottoms casually tossed to the side to offer him unobstructed access and a perfect view of your glistening folds.

The first full taste of you on his tongue had him immediately diving back for more as his grip on your thighs tightened. Your taste was intoxicating and he couldn’t get enough. He didn’t think he would ever get enough. He feasted on you, lapping at your folds and dipping his tongue inside you. You groaned when he sucked on your clit and your hips began to move sluggishly in response.

He smiled against you, looking up from his spot to watch your still unconscious form. Your brow was furrowed in confusion and your eyes were twitching beneath your closed lids as if you were fighting it, fighting him. He found that he liked that. His fingers came up inside you, twisting and curling to work you open for him. He loved how you were just dripping for him and clamping down on his fingers.

“So good for me.”

He quickened his pace, both his fingers and his mouth ravaging you. He swirled his tongue around your clit expertly, intent on pulling your first orgasm this way. Your hips moved more, following the fire that he was stroking inside of you until it built into an inferno that had you gushing your release into his waiting mouth with a sharp whimper.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered as he left a few last kisses on your quivering cunt.

He rose off the bed to kneel between your legs, gripping his now painfully hard erection in his hand. He pumped it slowly as he watched you sprawled helplessly beneath him, slapping the heavy length of him down on your clit. Your body jolted as he repeated the action, dipping his cock lower to catch your slick as his free hand roamed your body.

“Stop,” you slurred.

He chuckled at your feeble protest as he circled the head of his cock at your entrance, pushing in just the slightest bit to coat himself more. Your hands raised weakly to make him stop, but they fell away promptly as they felt too heavy for you.

“You will let me violate you,” he declared, groaning loudly as the head of his cock breached you.

Inch by inch he moved in and out of you, carefully stretching you to accommodate his extraordinary size. Your back arched at the intrusion, a whimper falling from your lips at the discomfort.

“No,” you mumbled even as your body was subconsciously bending to take him better.

“You will let me desecrate you,” he growled as he forced his way deeper into you.

“No,” you repeated quietly.

He chuckled darkly, groaning as he bottomed out. You were squeezing him so tight. The heat and wetness of your cunt enveloping him in a spell that almost made him lose control right then and there. You felt too good around him. Too perfect.

“Your body says otherwise,” he said as he pressed his lips sweetly to yours, a sharp contrast to how he was forcibly taking you. “This isn’t a choice. You’re mine now, honey.”

His thrusts started slowly, enjoying the sight of your juices shining on his cock every time he pulled out and how he could see himself bulging through your skin when he pushed in. He committed to memory the feel of you, rolling his hips and grinding to reach the deepest parts of you.

“You’re doing so well,” he groaned as he leaned closer to you, pulling your top down to palm your breasts. You felt so soft and he loved the way your body bent closer when he took a pebbled peak into his mouth. “You’re made for this. You’re made to take me.”

The way you were panting, gasping, and twisting your body spurred him on to go faster. He pounded into you as he held your bodies close, his pelvis rubbing against your clit to take you higher and higher. He could feel you choking his cock and he knew you were nearly there.

“That’s right. Cum for me,” he ordered. “Drown my cock, honey.”

In your unconscious haze you tumbled into oblivion, your body reacting to the pleasure he had forced on you by clenching down hard on him and trembling underneath him. Andy relished the feeling of you falling apart for him, loving the way you were milking him for all he could give. His thrusts stuttered before he was spilling into you with a loud grunt against the crook of your neck.

Huffing and trying to catch his breath, he kissed you deeply. He lifted himself off you, checking that you were still under the influence of the potion before getting up. He came back after cleaning himself in your bathroom, carefully wiping you of any trace of his indulgence before redressing you.

He stroked your hair and kissed your forehead before he left you to rest. Slipping back into the ocean and into his tail. He would return once you awakened and introduce himself. He liked his new toy very much and he would have to say his thanks to his sister once she returns.

For now, he would have some fun.

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You woke up with a pounding headache that made your vision swim as you crawled out of bed with a loud groan. You made your way to the bathroom, blindly holding on to the walls to steady yourself. What the hell did you and your fiance drink last night? You shook your head and regretted it immediately. Whatever the hell it was you were not drinking it again. The cold water you splashed on your face was a welcome relief and you drank greedily after, surprised at your own thirst. You promised to stay away from alcohol for the rest of your trip. Your fiance would surely agree knowing he had a lower tolerance than you.

Where was he anyway?

Bleary eyes searched the room for any sign of him, your memory still heavily muddled. You were too tired to really think about why he wasn’t in the room. Maybe he went for a walk. Hopefully he’ll come back with some breakfast. God, you hoped he would. A shower. You decided a shower would do you some good and could relieve some of the ache you felt in your muscles.

You stumbled across the room, intending to pull the first piece of fresh clothing you can get your hands on from your suitcase. Your steps abruptly halted, your bare feet suddenly now feeling like lead against the cold wooden floor. A disturbing realization washed over you.

This wasn’t your room.

This was a completely different room from the one you booked on this getaway and your suitcase was not in the corner you knew you left it in. Where the hell were you? Panic bubbled violently in your stomach and you fought the urge to vomit as you began to also accept that your fiance was likely not here as well.

You were kidnapped.

A cold sweat began to form on your skin as your mind came to grips with what was happening. Survival mode began to kick in. You took a deep breath to calm yourself down so that you can formulate a plan. You were alone in an unfamiliar place, but you were also unrestrained. Your eyes snapped to the front door of the room. It might be risky but you need to get an idea of where you were so that you can get home. Maybe you can find some help.

Your shaking hand reached for the doorknob, praying that it was unlocked. Your breath came out in a relieved huff when it turned without resistance. You gulped as you pulled the door open and stepped out of the room. What you saw was miles away from anything you expected. You gasped and your knees buckled. You struggled with every step forward. Your mind could hardly comprehend it, but there was no other explanation.

You were underwater.

Looking around you, you could clearly view sea creatures casually swimming by. There were fish of all colors and sizes, sharks that had you taking a step back, and countless other species that you could not name. They were all so beautiful, so mesmerizing to watch and you would have happily spent hours doing just that if not for the reason why you were treated to such a view.

Beyond the room, which looking back now was more a small cottage, was the purest of white sand you had ever seen. All that and yourself were encased under a transparent dome lined with soft lighting that mimicked almost perfectly the gentle rays of the sun, providing you with the needed warmth you suspected was essential with how freezing cold the bottom of the ocean would be.

It was like some sort of reverse aquarium and you were on display. Immediately you felt claustrophobic and your chest tightened with frantic despair. How were you expecting to escape from the depths of the sea? More importantly, who would have taken you and why?

Your second question was answered seconds later, but it was an answer that made even less sense than the location of your prison. Slowly approaching what appeared to be the only entryway to your enclosure was the stuff of myths.

A merman.

You watched, utterly mesmerized by the graceful yet strong movements of a tail in shades of blue with its scales sparkling like precious gems and adorned with stands of silver and gold. You followed him as his broad shoulders and toned arms ripped through the water, his muscled torso flexing with each stroke.

You had never seen a sight so strikingly beautiful.

You noticed now that there were two doors to your cage with a short tunnel connecting them. He slipped in with practiced ease and shut the outer door. You jumped back as a whirlwind of water engulfed him before the inner door softly hissed open. Your hand covered your mouth as you saw the merman now on two feet and if it were even possible, he was even more breathtaking.

“Please don’t be frightened,” he said softly, cautiously taking a step toward you.

His tousled hair and beard were still wet, your eyes following the droplets as they trailed down his bare torso until they disappeared beneath the thin cotton pants he was now somehow wearing. There was something commanding yet elegant in his stance, regal even.

“My name is Andy.”

All at once your muddy memory snapped to clarity in a manner so jolting that you fell to the ground. You had eloped and were celebrating the night before your marriage with your fiance at a charming beach resort where you both decided that a night swim was a good idea. You remembered the chilling fear of being dragged underwater and waking up in a dark cave next to your fiance who was desperately trying to negotiate his life to what you now realize was a merman as well. You remember punching him in the face in your fury when he said that they could keep you if they would only let him go. You remember being force fed a potion that tasted sweet and salty before you were once again pulled into unconsciousness.

The cold hand on your heated face brought you back and your eyes snapped open to meet the bluest pair you had ever seen, but the underlying turbulent darkness made you recoil on instinct. It was like the sea caught in a terrible storm and you were a rickety boat. Your mind was reeling as he smiled kindly down at you, cradling you close to his chest with his hand continuing to caress your face.

“You remember, don’t you?” he said sadly, uncharacteristically feeling protective of you at the sight of your distress. Something in his chest pulled and thudded softly.

All your instincts screamed at you to move away, but he was just so compelling that you could hardly move. He pulled you closer to his chest and tried to soothe you. At the back of your fear-addled mind, it registered how cold his skin was and how you couldn’t hear his heartbeat.

“You’re safe here, honey. I’ll take care of you.” He stood up with you in his arms, your voice caught in your throat. “I brought you some food. You should eat. Get your strength back.”

You watched in silent shock as he carried you inside and sat you down gently on the bed, pulling the covers over your shaking form. You didn’t even realize that you were trembling. Andy moved around the small kitchen with the same grace and fluidity as when he was swimming.

Later, you faintly registered the smell of hot food and that you were being picked up again. The blanket was still wrapped around you as he sat on the small dining table with you on his lap. He cradled you like you were precious as he brought the spoonful to your lips.

“Please eat something. Even just a little.”

His voice was low and commanding yet also gently coaxing. The pointed look he threw you when you hesitated prompted you to open your mouth. He smiled as you chewed and oddly you found yourself feeling a sense of satisfaction when he did.

“Good girl.”

Why was that?

Why are you feeling an impulse to please him?

Why are you feeling safe in his arms?

He kept feeding you until you finished the whole serving, the hearty seafood soup warming you and lulling you to sleep. Your head lolled to the side, automatically burrowing against the crook of his neck.

“I wanna go home,” you mumbled, your eyes drooping close. The stress of the day’s discoveries weighed down on you.

His scent was the last thing on your mind before sleep claimed you along with the puzzlement of why you weren’t fighting back at all. He shushed you and brushed your hair delicately away from your face before he kissed your forehead gently.

“This is your home now, honey,” he said softly. “Rest for now. I’ll take care of you.”

His hand traveled from your face, down the column of your neck, cupping firmly on one breast and brushing his thumb over it until the nipple grew hard. He groaned as he pulled your top down and palmed you harder, squeezing your flesh before lowering his mouth to circle his tongue around the peak.

Lower his hand went to slip beneath your bottoms and immediately dip into your cunt. His thumb pressed onto your clit as his fingers worked you open, your back arching to press closer to him as you drenched his fingers.

A sinister smile grew on his face. The inherent allure of merfolk was irresistible for humans, but for those from a royal bloodline it was extremely potent. He would keep you. You would never leave him.

Not like Laurie.

“I’ll take good care of you.”

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Days melted into weeks and you started to lose all sense of time. The only indication you had of the time of day was the changing lights in your pod and Andy’s visits. He visited you everyday, always with a little net brimming with a fresh catch that he would cook for you.

He always cooked for you.

Being the only other creature that you interacted with, you began to look forward to his visits. Lately, you’ve found yourself waiting by the open door and when he arrived you couldn’t help the excitement you felt or the small smile on your face.

You were mostly silent during his visits, still unsure of how you should be behaving because while you had been taken Andy had been nothing but good to you. You watched him as he moved around your new home as he told you stories about this underwater world. You listened in rapt fascination, asking questions here and there about one of the creatures you saw gliding outside your pod.

You watched as he cleaned the fish with skilled hands at the sink while a pan sizzled with fragrant seasoning beside him. It was curious how a creature of the sea seemed so comfortable with mundane human tasks. You found it amazing how in the deep dark sea was this modern abode fitted with appliances that were much better than what you had on land.

How was there butter?

You wanted to ask. You wanted to know more about this new world you were introduced to. You had a million questions running through your mind, but in front of your excited curiosity was the stifling apprehension.

“I want to go home,” you murmured, your arms circling around you.

“You are home, honey,” he said gently. Always the same answer. Always the same patient tone. “Come eat now.”

And like always he lifted you into his arms and sat you on his lap as he fed you. His body felt solid against yours, but his touch was always soft and almost protective.

“I want to go home.”

You winced as his grip on your waist got tighter and the storm behind his eyes came to the forefront for a moment. You raised your chin in defiance even as your lower lip quivered in fear. You could have sworn that you saw him smirk for a split second before his expression and touch softened once more.

“Don’t I take good care of you here, honey?” He cupped your face to keep your eyes locked, his voice taking a more melodic tone. “Answer me.”

The longer you stared into his vivid blue eyes, the more you felt your resolve crumble. Your mind grew foggy until all that was there was his unnaturally beautiful face and the compulsion to please him.

“You do.”

His smile warmed you and the slow stroking he was doing sent sparks dancing all across your skin. This was the first time he was using the siren song on you and he was thoroughly enjoying seeing you fight uselessly against it. He thought that you were doing well, the mild sedatives he has putting in your meals leaving you in a weakened state but he obviously underestimated your will.

“Don’t you like being with me here?”

Your eyes started to glaze over and a soft moan escaped your lips as his hand moved to more sensitive skin. His smile grew wider, enjoying seeing you slowly give in as your eyes became more glazed.

“I do.”

“Tell me what you want, honey.”

You gasped as his hand rubbed at your clothed cunt, his lips a breath away from yours. His breath smelled sweet and drew you closer until your lips grazed his only for him to pull away. You whined at his teasing.

“Tell me what you want.”

Your hips chased his hand, seeking more friction for your pulsating cunt. You panted as his hand grew rougher with you, your mind fully clouding over. He prompted you again for an answer and you whimpered as you struggled to pull yourself to your senses.

“I want to go home.”

All at once Andy’s movements stopped and his expression hardened. Your will was stronger than he anticipated. He would have to break you down in a different way. You would not leave him. He would not allow it.

Not like Laurie.

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Andy was angry with you. There was no doubt about that, but you thought that he would eventually forgive you. You thought that it would eventually return to how it was. Disturbingly, you wanted it to go back to how it was. He still came to you everyday, but for the next two weeks he only came to cook your meals and feed you. He didn’t talk, only going about your new home to quickly make you food and check that you still had supplies. He barely looked at you, only when he gave you a stern look as he raised the food to your lips did your eyes meet. It made you squirm in his lap as you accepted the bite without complaint.

You missed his voice.

After that he stopped feeding you on his lap. It was strange to feel so shocked when for the first time he sat you down on the chair beside him before feeding you. It was strange how your face was contorted in confusion. He still didn’t talk. He still barely looked at you. You missed feeling his strong thighs beneath you.

You missed his touch.

After that he stopped feeding you, leaving promptly after he had finished cooking your meal for the day. He just left the plate on the table and exited. He still didn’t talk. He looked at you only once. You whimpered just before he stepped out the door, halting him only for a moment.

You missed his company.

This continued for weeks until it reached a point where he would just leave the ingredients for your meal on your kitchen counter, leaving you to cater to yourself. You didn’t realize until then how much he spoiled you. How much he really took care of you. Andy had been nothing but gentle to you as far as you knew and despite your better judgement, you felt like you were being ungrateful.

You missed Andy.

You had a vague idea of when Andy came to you, it wasn’t so much the time but your body and mind just somehow knew when to anticipate his arrival. When he didn’t walk through your door on time one day, you worked hard to tamp down the anxiety that was bubbling in your chest. Hours passed and still no Andy. Dejected and now feeling hungry, you walked out of your cabin and immediately spotted the small netted bag by the entrance of your pod.

Andy had come.

But he did not come to see you.

This continued for a while, with Andy leaving before you could even catch sight of him. You tried to anticipate him earlier, wake up earlier, wait by the door. You found yourself desperately trying to catch just a glimpse of him. Following your impulse, you had taken to sleeping and waiting by your pod’s entrance.

Somehow he always managed to slip out before you could catch him, the little netted bag was the only evidence that he had been there. Until one day you were so adamant to keep awake until he next came, fighting your body’s urge to rest and close your eyes. You were teetering between consciousness and the tired darkness when you sensed his arrival. Your hand shot out to grab weakly at the fabric of his pants, you looked up from where you were laying on the ground and spoke in a voice that was scratchy from not being used in so long.

“I’m sorry, Andy.” Your chest felt heavy and you were suddenly racked with sobs, your next words coming out in wet hiccups. “Please don’t go.”

Your eyes were blurred by your tears, the loneliness of the months with Andy ignoring you hitting you like a tidal wave. You held on tighter to his pant leg when he moved, thinking that he was leaving again only to see him crouch down and gently lift you into his arms. He was cooing soft reassurances in your ear as he carried you back into the cabin, you clinging on as if he would evaporate into sea foam if you let go. Finally hearing his voice again brought some life back into you, feeling his arms around you made you sag in relief.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated as you buried your face in his neck, breathing his unique scent in as much as you could in fear that he would deprive you again.

“You’re forgiven, honey. It’s okay,” he shushed you, rubbing his face against the top of your head. “You’re freezing. You shouldn’t have stayed out there. Let’s get you to bed now. You should sleep.”

He laid you on the bed and tucked the covers in around you, making sure that your shivering would cease soon. Before he could walk away though, your hand reached out again to grasp onto his hand.

“Please stay,” you pleaded softly, your eyes not meeting his in case he rejected you.

Andy couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that curled on his lips as he wordlessly laid himself next to you. You scurried to press yourself as close as possible to him, folding yourself against his body until every part of you was touching some part of him. He chuckled as he ran his hand up and down your back to encourage you to sleep, a dull thud again echoing in his chest. As you slowly drifted off to sleep, the loneliness that had been pressing down heavily on you from his absence started to lift.

You wouldn’t leave him now.

Not like Laurie.

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It was hard not to notice the change in you and Andy was feeling very smug about it. The biggest change was that you were now initiating touch yourself, going so far as to voluntarily sit on his lap and silently wait for him to feed you. You waited for him to feed you a meal that for the first time you had asked to help prepare.

He rubbed slow firm circles with his thumb on the small of your back as he watched you finish your food. Every time he would move away from you, your grip on him would grow tighter. He kept smiling proudly at you, pleased at the success of his plan. You had been very good for him the past month, so good that he felt you deserved a reward.

He came to your pod one day with a beaming smile on his face at the image of you waiting for him by your open door. He pulled out a vial from his pocket and presented it to you.

"What's that?" you asked with your head tilted to the side as you observed the liquid slosh around in the glass.

"You've been so good for me, honey, that I wanted to give you a gift," he said sweetly, brushing your cheek tenderly with his free hand. "Do you wanna go for a swim?"

Your eyes widened and your lips parted in surprise, but the small remaining rational part of your mind began raising alarm bells. The last time you took a drink from a merman had you waking up as a deep sea captive. Taking it for confusion, he smiled warmly at you as he explained.

"This potion will allow you to breathe underwater for a little while. I thought you might like to get out for a bit," he said, pausing to rub his nose affectionately against yours. "Would you like that, honey?"

You knew that you should have controlled your enthusiasm better, but the sheer joy you felt at the chance to go out and explore was too much to contain. It was the first time Andy saw you smile this way; genuine, bright, hopeful, and grateful. There was that odd muffled thudding again in his chest that he couldn’t explain.

You looked so beautiful smiling.

"But you have to promise to stay close to me, okay? There are lots of things out there that could hurt you. Do you understand, honey?"

Nodding your head rapidly, you agreed. You practically skipped about the room as you pulled out swimwear, rushing to get dressed before he changed his mind. In your rush, you didn't notice how Andy's eyes darkened with desire as you changed in front of him. It immediately switched to warm fondness when you stood in front of him ready to go and practically bouncing with excitement.

He couldn't help it. You just looked so adorable. He lifted your chin up gently and leaned in to lay his lips lightly over yours. The widening of your eyes and the heat creeping up your face only made him want to kiss you some more, maybe spend the day ravishing a fully lucid you for a change, but he promised you a swim so he took your hand and pulled you toward the gates of your pod.

Your heart began to race as you got nearer. It wasn't freedom, but it was the closest to it you would have in what felt like forever. You tugged on his arm to halt his steps and he quirked an eyebrow at you in question.

"Thank you, Andy," you mutter shyly.

He smiled widely at you, pleased that you were now acting properly. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and pulled you toward the gates. Just as he was about to open the intricate locks, another mermaid urgently approached. She swam to the side, stopping as near as she could to you both and stared intently at Andy through the glass. You've seen him interact with his fellow Merfolk before and you recognized from the way his expressions changed that they were talking telepathically.

As the mermaid swam away, Andy sighed deeply and turned toward you with a regretful expression. Your own face turned crestfallen, knowing already that your little field trip would not be pushing through.

“I’m so sorry, honey. They need me for something urgent, but it shouldn’t take too long,” he frowned at your apparent disappointment, wanting so much for your bright smile to return. He took your hand and placed the potion vial on it, his eyes reassuring you of his promise. “I said that I would take you out for being good and I intend to keep that promise. Can you be good for me for just a bit more and wait?”

“I can,” you said, trying to soften the sadness that was still etched on your face.

“Good girl,” he smiled at you and kissed your cheek.

You watched as he opened the intricate locks and weakly waved goodbye as he swam away, his tail slicing through the water easily. You sighed as you turned the vial over in your hand, your mind blank of any thought except your yearning for Andy. Your hand stopped when a sudden thought hit you.

You had the potion.

And Andy was gone.

The gears in your mind began to turn and suddenly the fog lifted, the fog that had wrapped around you and weighed you down into this subservient version of yourself. The fog that had made you entirely dependent on Andy’s existence evaporated and you were thinking clearly for the first time since you’ve been there.

You could escape.

It didn’t take you another second to decide. Your heart was hammering in your chest and your hand shook as you uncorked the small bottle. You didn’t hesitate to down the whole thing before you rushed to the gates, the empty bottle dropped haphazardly on the ground. Having stood by Andy earlier granted you a view on how to work the locks and it was fortunate that you were paying attention. You paid little mind to how your whole body was dropping in temperature from the effects of the potion, almost yelling in victory as you succeeded in prying open the first gate.

When the water began to fill the small tunnel, your breathing sped up exponentially. You were understandably panicking, trapped in a confined space that was slowly filling up with water. Human self-preservation dictates that you hold your breath as it reaches your chin, your body flailing until the rational part of your brain tells you that you should be able to survive it. You made a conscious effort to carefully try breathing in and opening your eyes, cautiously experimenting until your body fully adjusted.

You couldn’t waste any more time. You didn’t know how long the effects of the potion would last or how soon Andy would return. You just hoped that you had enough to reach the surface. With renewed determination, you opened the second gate and braved the open sea.

You had no idea where you were, all you knew was you had to swim upwards. The water was freezing, your limbs struggled to propel you, and frightening creatures crossed your path. Still, you kept your will set strongly toward your freedom. You don’t know how long you’ve been swimming now, your arms and legs felt like they would fall off from the exhaustion and you were getting lightheaded from the effort. Your heartbeat began to slow into hard thuds, struggling to keep going and you feared that this was how you would die. Just as you were about to succumb, the fates showed that they had other plans for you.

Light. There was light.

It must be daylight on the surface by the way the sun was shining down on the waters, the light was dancing and welcoming you. The surface. You were nearly to the surface. You forced yourself forward, the surge of hope fueling you to make that last stretch. So focused were you on your task that it wasn’t until the hair stood on the back of your neck that you were alerted to the danger. You nervously turned your body to the source and regretted it immediately.

Andy.

And he was furious.

Your eyes widened as you saw the expression on his face. Never had you seen that look on his face, a mix of burning rage and cold mocking, that even from this distance it filled you with a cold dread.

Run.

Your mind screamed at you and snapped you back into your senses as you saw him rapidly close the distance between you. You put all your remaining energy into getting away.The light was sonear. You were so near to your escape that you could almost reach your hand out to feel the warmth of the sun.

A garbled scream tore through your lips as you were roughly pulled down to come face to face with Andy’s dark sneer. This was the first time you had seen him in this form this close and for a moment you were hypnotized by just how magnificent he was. His eyes were an even darker shade of blue but also more vivid, the storm you had seen early on was front and center. Scales were coating the sides of his neck, leading up to his ears that were now more pointed in what looked to be small fins. His torso was bare and the texture of his tail as it rubbed against your legs was indescribable. Circling his head was a thin intricate band of gold, jewels, and pearls.

A crown.

You gulped as you started to struggle away from him. Your fear was threatening to engulf you, but you fought it as hard as you fought to be released from Andy’s grip. He always had a different air about him. Andy it seems was no ordinary merman.

And you had pissed him off.

“Did you think that you could get away from me that easily, honey?”

You shook off the shock of hearing him in your mind and the venom in his tone, your own screaming for him to let you go. Your screams came out in wild air bubbles from your mouth as his grip on you tightened further. You were sure they would leave bruises.

"You promised you would be good. Now I have to punish you."

"No, Andy! Please let me go!"

Your head craned to search for the light of the surface, to search for hope, and you shivered as Andy took this as an opportunity to kiss roughly along your neck. His growl against your skin sent a shameful heat through your core and the bite he left just below your ear had you shaking.

"How else are you going to learn where your place is, honey?" he said, the threat was unmistakable in his tone. "How else are you going to learn that you're mine?"

He pulled away from your neck only to pin you with his angry glare before crashing his lips to yours. You were frozen as he conquered your mouth, his tongue delving in to claim yours. It was demanding, angry, and possessive. You gasped as you tore yourself away, pushing at his chest desperately to gain distance.

A lucky kick to his abdomen propelled you away and you could practically feel his annoyance rippling in the water as you swam as hard as you could. You gained some distance only for his hand to catch you by the back of your bikini bra, but you fought. You fought with everything you had until your top was ripped from your body, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care that he was shouting at you as you continued to slip from his grasp, his nails leaving angry marks on your skin. You didn’t care that the next time he grabbed for you, he caught your bottoms and tore them off. You didn’t care that you were now stark naked trying to escape the most dangerous predator you had ever encountered. You didn’t care.

Not when the surface was so near.

You kicked yourself upward toward the light, your heartbeat deafening to your own ears. One more stroke. Just one more. Finally, your head pierced through the surface and the fresh air greeted you. It almost overwhelmed you, unaccustomed now to how real air felt like. What it tasted like. You were greedy in your intake, absorbing as much as you could and stretching your arms out to feel the heat of the sun.

A quick glance around and you realized that you were in a cave with an opening just a few steps ahead. Craning your neck, you could see that the opening led to land and if you listened carefully you could almost make out the sound of birds.

Land.

There was land.

You were so elated that you could cry, but it was short lived as you felt yourself being dragged down underwater before you could even grab onto the rocks that lined the edge. Andy had a death grip around you now, his arms circling your torso and his tail fins wrapping around your ankles to keep you from flailing.

“You’re mine.”

His eyes flashed in warning before his mouth latched onto one hardened nipple. Your back arched at the shocking sensation of his tongue lashing at you. You tried to wriggle free, pushing hard at his wide shoulders but the way his other hand was now snaking down to your core was sending jolts of arousal through you.

“I’m going to show you that you’re mine.”

At that he roughly thrust two fingers into your cunt, your lips opening in a silent scream. You felt humiliated as your core instinctively gripped him tighter, encouraging the assault he was subjecting you to. He chuckled darkly at how wet you were, the nights he had spent to train your body to his touch were well worth it.

His fingers quickened, curling and twisting the way he has come to know drove you higher into ecstasy. He could see the fight in you dissolving, a mixture of fatigue from escaping and the lust that was burning through your skin. He released you momentarily only to lift you until he could close his mouth on your clit, his fingers never slowing in their movements. The addition of his mouth sucking almost violently on your throbbing pearl threw you over the edge, your hips moving on their own to grind on his face to prolong your high.

You were still reeling from your climax, your breathing shallow and laboured, that you didn’t realize he had taken you back to the surface until you felt the thick warm air. He leaned you against the rocks as he lifted your thighs up to circle his hips, your body silently conforming. His tail was rough yet slippery beneath your thighs, almost like beard stubble and it sent shivers dancing across your skin.

“This time I want to hear you.”

Your eyes snapped to attention and met his, the afterglow of your orgasm quickly replaced by a chilling fear. The cocky smirk he had should have been enough to prompt you to resume fighting him, but instead it froze you in place.

“Scream for me, honey.”

Scream you did as he buried his cock inside you in one forceful thrust, your walls struggling to accommodate his inhuman size. His attack was relentless and punishing, driven by a need to possess you in every way possible. Your moans of pleasure and pain echoed through the cavern, your body spiralling uncontrollably into delirium.

“You feel just as good as the first time.” He laughed at the look of confused panic on your face as he snapped his hips, his cock punching at your cervix. “That’s right, honey. This isn’t the first time for us. Not that you were conscious during the others.”

That was when you fully realized that there was no escape. You had been fooling yourself into thinking that you could go back to whatever remained of your past life. The moment that Andy had laid eyes on you had sealed your fate. He had claimed you long before this moment. You were his.

“You’re going to look so good carrying my heirs. I’m going to keep you dripping with my cum,” he groaned as he felt your walls tighten. His hand came up to your neck, squeezing just enough to have you playing on the edge of consciousness. “Give yourself to me. Bind yourself to me.”

He punctuated each command with a sharp thrust that had the coil in your core tightening painfully, begging for release. His hand around your throat tightened at your silence, warning you to obey. His gaze was burning through yours.

“Tell me your mine.”

“I’m yours,” you whispered, resigned to your fate. You were resigned to the choice made for you. “I bind myself to you.”

Upon your words a searing pain erupted around your neck, beneath the skin that he clutched. You screamed as you felt the fire crawl precisely across your skin. Andy watched as a fine white light etched intricate patterns in a collar around your throat, a pattern that was replicated on his left bicep. An unbreakable proof of his command over you.

A contract to bind

Two souls tied

One as master

The other slave

Unyielding and unbreakable

A mark forever engraved

The voice of the ancients enveloped you both, blessing your union. Soon the pain of the marking evolved to that of heightened pleasure and Andy’s pace grew hurried, fueled by purpose to formalize your binding in the most intimate way. He knew by the way you were panting and how your walls were fluttering that you were close. He kept his eyes on you, wanting to see with clarity just how beautiful you would look coming undone.

“Cum for me, honey.” His thumb came to thrum urgently on your clit. “Cum for me now.”

The scream that tore through your chest and the shaking of your body as you were consumed by the most powerful release you had ever experienced, dragged Andy to his own finish. He groaned loudly against your mouth as he gave a few more harsh thrusts, spilling all of himself deep inside you.

“Say it,” he commanded as you both struggled to come down from your high. “Say your mine.”

You answered with the only thing you could. The only truth that there was. The only words that he would accept. The only answer that you knew deep in your spirit.

“I’m yours.”

Inside Andy’s barren chest came the soft thudding again, louder now this time and more persistent. Louder and louder it grew until he could feel it synchronize with the rapid beating of yours.

His heartbeat.

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The Right Choices

Pairing: Ari Levinson x mermaid!Reader (A Spin on The Little Mermaid #1)

Summary: In your task to collect humans to take back to your kingdom for breeding, you happen upon Ari Levinson and decided that he would make a perfect addition.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY SMUT CONTENT. dark themes (abduction, manipulation, seduction with ill intent), mentions of death, public sex, oral (m&f receiving), very light praise kink, some overstimulation

Word Count: 6.1k (One Shot)

A/N: This is One Shot #1 for my Mermaid AU in my Story Book Collection. This will be multiple one shots with different characters in the same AU. This whole mermaid AU has consumed me you have no idea.

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Tell Me Your Name

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (A Spin on Rumpelstiltskin )

Summary: On death’s door, Steve needed help. It was lucky he stumbled upon your warm cabin just in time.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY SMUT CONTENT. angst, character death, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (only in fairy tales), some fluff somewhere

Word Count: 5.6k (One Shot)

A/N: Yay! It’s my first fic for my Story Book Collection and I am entering this in @awesomerextyphoon​ 27 Fairy Tales for the StoryBook MCU Writing Challenge. Check out her challenge and her fics. She’s amazing!

I missed writing for my baby Steeb. I love him in this. I am so very excited for this collection.

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Pairings: Werewolf!Steve Rogers x Reader (A Spin on Little Red Riding Hood)

Summary: America's golden boy becomes America's most wanted and he just found his perfect prey.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. DARK FIC. stalking, drugging, somnophilia, forced oral (f receiving), marking, running for your fucking life

Word Count: 2.4K+ (One Shot)

A/N: What? Grown ups need grown up fairy tales. 😈 Someone find me a wolf. Honestly I was shown this art by the very talented @murkycrush months and months ago by @autumnrose40 and I still cannot get it out of my head. I have a thing for the harness obviously.

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Steve Rogers first caught your scent at an unassuming traveler’s stop in the middle of nowhere 8 months ago. It was your run of the mill stop for people just passing through, homey and not at all crowded that served good pie. A sleepy town with a tiny population that most people forget once it’s already in their rearview mirror. Steve had been extra careful to go unnoticed, growing out his beard and wearing his trucker cap low. He had been lifting cars at random and had been particular about not staying anywhere for too long. The rest of the time he ran. He much preferred it. Letting go into his full form and running at full speed in the thick shroud of the forests.

For the first time, Steve Rogers felt free.

It was big news when it came out. Every single headline for months read about the tragedy that happened. Captain America, an admired hero and a living legend, had volunteered to be a research test subject after it was found that his unique genetic makeup enhanced by the serum could potentially lead to a breakthrough to some of the world's most deadly diseases. It was admirable and very on brand for the Avenger, but something had gone terribly wrong. Somehow all the testing had resulted in enhancing him to unimaginable proportions, to uncontrollable heights. He was made into the perfect predator and along the way he began losing touch of his humanity.

America's golden boy had come unhinged.

It shook the nation. They say that anything enhanced had to come from something. Steve was a good man before, he still is, but all the loss that he's had to endure has jaded him. All the wars he's had to fight have hardened him. All the compromises he was forced to make had chipped away at the shiny idealism of that scrawny Brooklyn boy. He craved freedom. Freedom to make his own choices. Freedom to be selfish. Freedom to take back what was deprived of him.

So when you came into that small diner, smiling widely at the waitress as you ordered your food and gladly told her about your traveling plans, he knew he just had to have you. You were so beautiful, your face radiating joy despite the tiredness on your stiff shoulders. You pulled your red coat jacket tighter around you, pulling the hood lower to warm your face and shaking off the snow. 

Red looked good on you.

You would stay the night in the available rooms attached to the diner, he was sure of it. You looked much too tired to drive and it was getting dark, too dangerous for a woman to be traveling alone. There was something in your scent that told him that you belonged to him.

You were meant to be his.

You were passed out as soon as your head hit the pillow, your belly warm with food and the fatigue heavy on your eyelids. Your friends and family had all expressed their doubts and their worry about your cross-country adventure. It was dangerous for a woman to travel alone and there was an allegedly deranged super soldier loose, but it was the best time you've ever had in your life. It was so worth it.

Steve watched and waited in the shadows for you to fall deeper into your slumber, finding the small satisfied smile on your lips to be endearing. It was a simple matter after that to slip into your room. He loomed over you, palming his rapidly swelling cock as he took in the details of your features. You slept in only a small pair of panties, leaving everything open to his heated gaze. You were like a delectable meal spread out for him to indulge in.

You were so goddamn perfect.

You looked so inviting that he just had to have a taste. Carefully, he reached for your exposed breasts and squeezed. He sighed at how good you felt and your lack of reaction only made him grow bolder. You were more exhausted than you thought. He kneaded your breasts harder, rolling your hardened nipples between his fingers and relishing how responsive you were. He retracted his hand as you stirred, but groaned deep in his chest as you opened your legs wide for him.

"You need me, don't you? You want me to touch you some more, honey?"

His hand trailed from your nipples to down to cup your heat. Your back arched and your hips circled slowly as his hand rubbed, your panties growing increasingly damp. Still you remained sleeping and from your point of view you were having a very very good dream.

“You're just so tired, aren’t you? Let me help you take the edge off.”

His fingers shoved your ruined panties aside and dove in, slowly and inch by inch to make sure you didn't wake up. By the time he was knuckle deep in your pussy and scissoring you, his cock felt like it would explode in his pants.

“You’re so fucking tight. You’re gonna feel so good around my cock.”

You sighed and stirred a bit more, the little sounds you were making as your hips asked for more from him was making his head spin. He could smell the musky scent of your arousal and he loved how your pussy was sucking his fingers back with each pump he did.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’m gonna give my cock to you. It’ll fit. We just gotta stretch you out first.”

A sharp gasp escaped your lips and your brows furrowed when he pressed up on that extra sensitive spot inside you. He smirked, hastening his movements and continuing to drive you higher and higher. His other hand joined the other to rub hard circles on your clit and his mouth came down to suck on your tits. Your heavy eyelids began to flutter, your unconscious mind getting overwhelmed by the fire that was threatening to consume you.

“That’s right. Give it to me. Fucking cum for me,” he growled against your flesh.

You screamed, your eyes squeezed close tightly and your body shaking as your release racked your whole body. Steve could hardly move his fingers with the way you were squeezing them so he fucked them deeper inside you as you rode out your high. You sat upright suddenly, one hand flying to your hair and the other to your chest as you tried to stabilize yourself. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, your pulse was much too quick, and there was a thin sheen of sweat on your forehead.

“What the fuck?”

You felt an ache between your legs and was more than just surprised at how drenched your panties and the sheets were. You threw yourself back on the bed and took in big gulping breaths. That was one hell of a wet dream. It had been a while since you’ve had a good fuck, but you didn’t think you were that horny.

It took you a while to fall back asleep and in your disoriented state you failed to notice the dangerous looking blonde in the corner of the room, sniffing the scent you left on his fingers before slipping the taste into his mouth. His eyes glinted in the shadows as he watched your chest rise and fall in a more regular pattern.

That was the first time Steve came to you. He followed you across the country in your travels since then and the next time he got you alone he dove straight for your cunt, his mouth lapping at your folds ravenously. Having tasted you just that little bit from his fingers made him crave you and the small dose of drugs he slipped into your drinking water at the hotel as you showered was meant to keep you cooperative because he knew he wasn’t going to let up until your scent was dripping off his beard. He barely held himself back as he waited for you to succumb to the drugs, falling asleep as you watched some pointless TV.   

He moaned and growled into your pussy as his tongue speared into you, fully enthusiastic as he explored your most intimate parts. His large hands were gripping tightly onto your thighs, keeping you spread wide for him. He didn’t stop aggressively eating you out until your cum had soaked his face and was dripping down his chin. All through it, you were in a blissful state of unconsciousness.

When you woke the next morning, that was when you felt that something was off. Something felt very wrong from how your sheets were again wet, your naked state when you specifically remembered you wore a shirt and panties to bed, and the thick woodsy smell of someone else in the room.

You were terrified.

Your terror came to it’s height when once you woke up with a blinding headache and a sticky substance on your tits. That’s when everything clicked and you began to notice the little things you had overlooked in the past few weeks. Your luggage moving, your underwear sometimes out in the open. The creepy feeling at the back of your neck that you’re being watched. Some of your needs unexpectedly being met like those times someone had footed the bill for some of your meals or the time a small bag of groceries were delivered to you by the inn’s staff. You chalked it all up to luck or the goodwill of small town folk.

You should have known better. 

It had been a week since you last really slept, the fear you felt keeping you alert and jolting you awake at any little sound. You were exhausted, but you kept yourself tediously careful in trying to lose whoever was visiting you in your sleep. You kept switching up lanes, driving in circles, riding on ferries, switching out rental cars. You did everything you could to shake him off.

You were practically dead on your feet by the time you arrived at your grandmother’s log cabin in the woods. It was the end of your travel plans, culminating at your grandmother’s old cottage that she had left to you in her will. You pushed yourself to make sure every single door and window was bolted shut and couldn’t be opened without making a loud noise before you finally allowed yourself to rest. Your body dropped heavily onto the bed, your sore muscles finally relaxing after being so tense for so long. Sleep weighed you down and you were quick to slip into unconsciousness.

You startled awake at the sound of loud banging against the heavy wooden front door. Your heart rate immediately quickened and you scooted back on the bed, tucking yourself against the wall and keeping a wary eye at the door. Your blood ran cold at the sound of a low intimidating voice that seemed to be full of dark amusement.

“Oh come on, honey. Open the door.”

That voice.

You knew that voice. You knew it was the voice that had been haunting your explicit dreams, whispering dirty words as you lay unconscious and orgasm after orgasm was pulled from you, but more than that you knew that you’ve heard it somewhere else before. Hearing it again now seemed to spark your memory, but perhaps the fear was hindering you from placing it exactly.

“Open the door. I won’t ask again.”

Steve heard you whimper from the other side of the door. He smirked as he smelled your scent and at the memory of you trying to lose him. It was a valiant attempt and he did rather enjoy letting you think that you actually had a chance. You didn’t. There was no possible way for him to lose you when your very scent was now ingrained in his mind. This destination of yours even worked perfectly for him. Isolated. Surrounded by a thick forest. Miles away from the nearest town. No one would bother you two.

Though he’s been visiting you in your sleep and tasting you to his fill, he has held himself back from fully claiming you. He wanted you conscious for the first time he fucked his cock into you. He wanted you awake when he made you cum hard around him, screaming his name and gushing around his thighs. He wanted you fully aware when he finally claimed you, marking you and binding you to him for all eternity.

It was time.

He rammed his shoulder against the door and it shook on its hinges. You shrieked from the other side, murmuring pleas under your breath for him to leave you alone. He wouldn’t. That’s not how this works. He found his perfect mate and he wasn’t about to let you go. He rammed the door again, putting more of his weight into it. You could hear the wood splinter at the force and tears began to edge your eyes.

“I won’t hurt you, honey. Haven’t I been taking good care of you?”

You screamed as the door flew off its hinges, the cold air of the night blowing in and only worsening your shivering form. You were paralyzed, frozen on the spot as you watched with wide eyes the alpha male posed at your door. His arms were stretched up over his head, the muscles flexing as he gripped onto the doorframe. 

His body was bare, showing off just how strong this predator was and that you didn’t stand a chance. His cock was fully erect, angry and leaking at the tip, and just as intimidating as the rest of him. Another scream was caught in your throat as he drew nearer to you because at that point you were able to recognize him.

Even with the longer messy hair, untamed beard, glowing golden eyes, and elongated canines you still recognized him without a shadow of a doubt. His face was unmistakable and the recent news only made him more so. If that wasn’t enough then the dog tags, the harness around his torso, and the indisputable glint of metal on his back completely gave him away.

Captain Steve Rogers.

The disgraced Captain Steve Rogers.

The hunted down and most wanted Captain Steve Rogers.

He stood before you, smirked, swiped a sharp claw and ripped your clothes down the middle. His eyes darkened in lust at the sight of you bare, that red coat jacket with the hood barely keeping on you. He looked feral. He looked like a hungry animal and by the way he was licking his lips it looked like you were on the menu.

“Hey, Red. Missed me, honey?”

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Pairing: Serial Killer!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY DARK SMUT CONTENT. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. forced captivity, abduction, intense Stockholm Syndrome, trauma, isolation, prescription drugs, domestic abuse, ANGST, unprotected sex, depression, serial killing, murder-suicide, major character deaths

Word Count: 3.1K (drabble? idk. who gives a shit)

It was too bright. Your eyes squinted against the glare of the afternoon sun that was shining through the tall open windows as you shifted around the too plush sofa. No matter what you did you just couldn’t get used to all this comfort.

“I told you the little window was too high for you to reach, doll. Now you got yourself hurt for not listening,” Bucky said as he wrapped your sprained ankle carefully. You flinched as he squeezed the sore spot, the old mattress squeaking beneath you from the movement.

“I just wanted a bit of sun and fresh air. Please can’t we go outside? Even just for a little while?”

He sighed at your pleading before he stood up and pulled the rope from his back pocket. Your eyes widened in horror and you shook your head rapidly as you scampered away from him. You shrieked in pain as he pulled you back by your injured foot.

“I really don’t wanna tie you up again, doll, but I got no choice. It’s for your own safety.”

Struggling was useless against him as he made quick work of securing your wrists against the headboard. He tied down your leg too but thankfully left the injured one free so he could prop it up on a pillow. He brushed your hair away from your face as you cried, kissing each tear that ran down your cheeks. He smiled sadly down at you. You had been doing so well, but he believed that this was just a minor setback.

“Just be a good girl for me and I’ll take them off again.”

You flinched at the sound of your name. It was too loud. Even with the thick walls and the closed windows you could still hear the traffic from outside, the chattering of passersby, the soft music from the waiting room just outside the door. You’ve spent years in almost complete silence, the only other voice you’ve heard was his and was always in low gruff whispers.

“You’re so beautiful like this, doll,” he whispered every chance he got but more frequently when he was losing himself in your body. “You’re taking my cock so well. You’re made for me.”

“Am I doing good, Bucky?”

“So good, doll,” he grunted as he made his thrusts deeper. “You’re doing so good for me.”

You tried to focus your eyes on the professional looking woman sitting in front of you. You tried to force a small smile on your face to ease the deep worried furrow on her brow. She sighed as she made notes on her pad like she usually does.

“You spaced out for a bit there. Have you been taking your medication?”

You frowned. You hated those pills. You hated how they made your mind muddled and sharper at the same time. You hated how it made you focus on what was your reality now but most of all you hated how it made you start to forget about him.

“Yes, of course. I’m just tired,” you lied.

It has been nearly a year now since you returned home. A year of reunions with a tearful family that you were separated from. A year of medical examinations where they found you physically perfectly healthy. A year of you going to therapy in this room that felt far too warm.

Six years.

You were told more than you recalled for yourself what your old life was, who your family and friends were. You honestly didn’t even know it had been that long. There was no clock or calendar and over time the days just blended together for you. There was nowhere to go either aside from within the four walls of the dark cold basement. There was only the anxious waiting for him to visit you and even now you kept looking to the door hoping that he would walk through it.

“It’s normal to feel angry about what you have been put through. What you endured were inhuman conditions.”

Angry? Were you really angry? Yes, you were but it’s not for the reasons everybody assumed. You were angry that he had given you back. You were angry that unlike all the other girls, you weren’t killed. You were angry that he had broken his promise to you.

“Bucky?” you said softly as you ran a hand over his wide bare chest.

“What is it, doll?” he murmured as he pulled your naked form closer to his, pulling your hand up to press small kisses on your palm and to soothe the fading remnants of rope burns on your wrists.

“Can you do me a favor?”

He raised himself on his elbow to peer down at you with a gentle smile on his face. He leaned down to kiss you softly on the lips. You had never asked anything from him since you had accepted this life with him. You had been his good wife since then, always grateful for whatever he gave you.

“Anything for you, doll. Anything to make you happy.”

“If you get sick of me,” you started. You swallowed the lump in your throat as a frown marred his beautiful face. You rubbed your thumb against the crease in his brow, hating yourself for causing him grief. “If you get sick of me, promise me that you’ll kill me.”

Bucky physically recoiled from you, shocked at your unusual request. He’s told you about the others; the failures, the ones who lacked, the ones who fought too much, the ones who tried to escape. He had killed them all without a second thought because they weren’t perfect.

But you were.

“Promise me that you won’t let me go back there. I don’t want to go back there. Promise me that you will let me die knowing what real love is.”

“Why are you saying this, doll?”

“Promise me that you’ll let me die with you.”

A year of being surrounded by people who were trying their best to shower you with love and support, but you’ve never felt lonelier. You’ve felt more isolated now than you ever did when you only had Bucky because he was enough. He was always enough.

“Did you have a good session, sweetheart?”

The sickly sweet tone of your mother made you wince as you came out to the waiting room. To anyone else it sounded concerned and softly encouraging, but you knew better. Only you could hear the tinge of expectation in her voice. You sat silently in the backseat as your father drove you all home.

“You know the newspapers called again today.”

There it was. The only reason that your parents tolerated you right now when you were practically useless to them. That part you recalled perfectly for yourself when you returned. You remembered how your father was an abusive drunk and your mother was a vicious gambler. Meanwhile you were juggling as many jobs as you could to pay for college and to make sure you all didn’t starve. You worked yourself to the bone and still you came home to a beating and lashing words.

Missing woman escapes serial killer.

The papers and the news went crazy upon your return. The cops finally found a lead in you and they realized that you were the reason why the serial killer they were tracking went dormant suddenly for six years after leaving a trail of unsolved murders. Every talk show, magazine, and news blog suddenly wanted to interview the survivor. Your parents could make a fortune just from you telling your story. There were talks of a book deal too.

But you didn’t talk.

You refused all the interviews. You barely talked to the police and your therapist. You couldn’t betray Bucky like that, but most of all what would you even say? How could you tell anyone how incredibly lonely you felt without him? How could anyone understand that all you wanted was to be back with Bucky? That you ached painfully to be back in his arms. How could you say that you didn’t feel lucky for escaping? That you didn’t even actually escape. That you wouldn’t call yourself a survivor. That you hated the fact that you were alive.

You felt discarded.

You felt betrayed.

You felt heartbroken.

“What he did to you was not love.”

That’s what your therapist said. That’s what everyone had been saying. How dare they? How dare they say that what you and Bucky had was not love? Was this love then? Was it sobbing until you could hardly breath, until your chest constricted painfully, until the agony exhausted you enough to sleep? Was it the pitiful looks you got from the townspeople as they whispered behind your back about how messed up you must be while they tell you how brave you are to your face? Was it the biting sting of a fresh slap from your father because you weren’t recovering fast enough? Was it the clenching pain in your empty stomach after your mother sent you to bed again with no dinner because you were being an ungrateful bitch for refusing to do interviews? Was it the recurring theme of you not being good enough?

Was that love?

Bucky never made you feel like you weren’t good enough. Not once did he make you feel that you were anything less than perfect to him. You were his gal. His doll. His perfect wife. The love of his life. He showered you with praise, affection, and absolutely doted on you. He also never hurt you senselessly. He never hurt you without reason. It was always for your protection, for your own safety and he was always quick to apologize and soothe you afterwards.

That was love.

You were sure of it, but as you clutched your wedding band in your fist and held it close to your chest you couldn’t help feeling like you were losing your faith. The tears flowed again to further wet the pillow, silently this time but even heavier now in your chest. Why would he let you go? The same question that plagued you for the last year ran through your head once more as you fell into a fitful sleep.

Sleep for you was more like a thick muddy oblivion since your return, but it was a welcome reprieve. It was the only way you could see him again. It was the only way you could see your life again by his side. It was the only way you could hear his voice.

“I’m here now, doll.”

The tears slipped through your closed eyes as a longing smile curved your lips. You missed him terribly. You whimpered as you felt the ghost of his touch on your cheek, the familiar rough texture of his palm offering the comfort you had been seeking. You fought the pull of your consciousness, begging to remain in the peaceful darkness but his voice continued to call out to you. Slowly, your tired eyes fluttered open but surely you were still sleeping or hallucinating.

“Bucky?” you whispered, careful not to allow the hope in your heart to get too loud.

He smiled at you, that boyish smile that was your favorite on him. “I’m here. It’s me.”

All drowsiness in you vanished as you flung yourself onto him, clinging tightly in fear that he would suddenly vanish and the loneliness would take over once more. You cried into his neck, your breathing ragged as you tried to take up as much of his scent as you could and your fingers digging into his back. You protested as he pulled you off gently, cooing at you sweetly that it was okay. He wasn’t going anywhere. He would not leave you.

“I just wanna look at you, doll. I missed your face.”

He held your face carefully in both hands as if you were made of glass, his thumbs smoothing the tear tracks on your cheeks. His eyes were swimming with guilt, seeing you like this broke his very spirit and it was his fault. He swore he thought he was only doing what was best for you. He thought he was doing the right thing. Isn’t that what you were supposed to do? That if you love someone then you set them free.

“I love you,” he said, his voice cracking as his own misery of being apart from you started to pour. “I’m so sorry, baby. I thought you would be happier.”

“I’m not,” you whimpered. “Why would you throw me away?”

“No! No, doll. No,” he muttered repeatedly as he planted urgent kisses all over your distressed expression. “It wasn’t like that. I didn’t want to. I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry. I love you.”

It hurt him to let you go. It hurt him to leave your unconscious body in a parked cop car, careful to tuck the blanket close to you so you wouldn’t get cold. It hurt him to call that same police station and notify them of your return, ordering them to make sure you were treated with the utmost care. Most of all it hurt him to see the sadness and betrayal on your beautiful face every damn day for the last year from a distance. He let you go, but he never left you alone. He couldn’t bear to, but he also couldn’t just show himself to you. He had to let you get the chance at a normal life. A life he couldn’t give you. A life he thought you deserved.

He hesitated, chewing on the inside of his lip as he went back and forth, before he gingerly pressed a kiss against your lips. He pulled away immediately, afraid that you would reject him after how he had hurt you but you closed the gap and molded your lips firmly against his. You choked on a sob as the kiss deepened, sagging against him as the relief flooded you at finally being able to taste him again. He tugged you closer, urgently now as the need to be as close to you as possible became his only thought.

I’m sorry.

I love you.

He whispered between sloppy kisses, your heartbeats syncing as they built into a crescendo while you tore at each other’s clothes. Your own mind was solely focused on reacquainting yourself with Bucky. You didn’t think about the risk of your parents waking up and walking in on you both. You didn’t register the dark red wetness on his clothes before you took them off or the light splattering of the same on his collarbone. You didn’t register the hard clanging of his knives as they fell to the floor, staining the wood in crimson.

He laid you beneath him, blazing a trail down your body with his mouth. He pawed, gripped, smacked, and pulled at every dip and curve that he had missed. He’s only had the memory of your pliant body beneath him to warm his nights and just feeling you rubbing against him almost made him come undone.

“I need to taste you, baby.”

He pushed himself further down until he could dive his face into your weeping cunt, groaning at your familiar sweet taste. His tongue and his mouth made you know exactly how he felt; delirious with unleashed desire, hungry for your pleasure, determined to make up for lost time. He knew your body, trained it even to respond to him at his will. It wasn’t long until his expert mouth tossed you off the edge and sent you screaming into your first orgasm.

You were still in the throes of your release when he raised himself to spear into you and immediately started a relentless pace, cursing loudly at how your walls were clenching tightly around him. He pounded into you with purpose, desperate thrusts and frantic fingers on your aching clit that sought to remind you that only he could make you feel this good.

“Cum for me, my good girl,” he grunted as he railed into you, snapping his hips hard until you spasmed uncontrollably beneath him and drowned his thighs in your release.

You completely lost in your pleasure and your fluttering walls around him dragged him viciously into his own climax, flooding your cunt with his spend with a guttural growl. He held you close after, pumping in deeply into you to keep you full of his cum and his cock as he kissed you.

It was the most restful sleep that you have had in the last year. His seed sticky on your thighs and your cunt sore from the activities, but you had never felt more at peace than you did now. Bucky watched you as you slept, tracing your features with a gentle finger and smiling softly at how gorgeous you were to him.

Steve had left to be with the love of his life and it had propelled Bucky to find that for himself too. His best friend leaving made him realize that he was incomplete, that he longed for someone to be his person too. Someone who would never leave him. It was a difficult process of trial and error until he found you. He found the love of his life. He finally found his person.

He lifted himself, silently moving to roll you flat on your back and straddled your hips. He lovingly brushed your hair away from your face, a quiet tear rolling down his cheek as he again regretted how he had hurt you. His hands came up to tenderly circle your throat, his metal arm glinting in the darkness alongside the wedding band he wore that was identical to yours. As his grip on your throat tightened and your breathing grew constricted, he saw the corner of your lips curl up in a grateful smile.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your eyes opening momentarily to get one last look at him before they started to glaze over. “I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you, doll.”

His hands twisted in a practiced way and the sharp crack of your neck echoed through the silence of the night as he finally fulfilled his promise to you. He kissed you one last time before he got off you, grabbing his gun from the discarded pile of his belongings.

You were everything to him. He would do anything for you. No one would hurt you now. Not your fake friends. Not your parents. Not even him. He laid down next to you, smiling at you with all the love that was bursting out of his chest and pressing the barrel of the gun against his temple.

This was the end of the line.

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Thank you, love! I can now cross off teabagging fluff from my fic bucket list. 🤣🤣 This was a mess and I enjoyed writing it so so much.

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Short Summary: Teabagging fluff (Yeah, you read that right)

Actual Summary: You and Bucky decide to update him on modern sexual trends and make a game out of it, but things get out of hand.

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ ONLY. teabagging, throatfucking, fingering, misuse of Avenger resources, injuries, strong language

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A/N: 

This is the single most absurd thing I have ever written in my life. This genre isn’t necessarily my strong suit, but hopefully it turned out well. I am also entering this monstrosity into Emma and Miri’s Fanfic Trope Challenge with Established Relationships and Fluff as my chosen tropes. @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @iwantutobehapppier​ Check out their challenge and their fics too!

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@its-my-little-dumpster-fire​ for challenging me to write a loving teabagging scene. Look what you did.

@imanuglywombat​  @geekygee01 and @navybrat817​ for throwing gasoline into what was originally a very simple question resulting in this inferno.

@pepsicup​ and @pigwidgeonxo for being such enablers.

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Makes you wanna just roam around in a red cape in case a super soldier werewolf comes around. What? Just me? 😂

Thank you, darling! I will be writing more filth for this soon. ❤❤

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Pairings: Werewolf!Steve Rogers x Reader (A Spin on Little Red Riding Hood)

Summary: America's golden boy becomes America's most wanted and he just found his perfect prey.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. DARK FIC. stalking, drugging, somnophilia, forced oral (f receiving), marking, running for your fucking life

Word Count: 2.4K+ (One Shot)

A/N: What? Grown ups need grown up fairy tales. 😈 Someone find me a wolf. Honestly I was shown this art by the very talented @murkycrush months and months ago by @autumnrose40 and I still cannot get it out of my head. I have a thing for the harness obviously.

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Steve Rogers first caught your scent at an unassuming traveler’s stop in the middle of nowhere 8 months ago. It was your run of the mill stop for people just passing through, homey and not at all crowded that served good pie. A sleepy town with a tiny population that most people forget once it’s already in their rearview mirror. Steve had been extra careful to go unnoticed, growing out his beard and wearing his trucker cap low. He had been lifting cars at random and had been particular about not staying anywhere for too long. The rest of the time he ran. He much preferred it. Letting go into his full form and running at full speed in the thick shroud of the forests.

For the first time, Steve Rogers felt free.

It was big news when it came out. Every single headline for months read about the tragedy that happened. Captain America, an admired hero and a living legend, had volunteered to be a research test subject after it was found that his unique genetic makeup enhanced by the serum could potentially lead to a breakthrough to some of the world's most deadly diseases. It was admirable and very on brand for the Avenger, but something had gone terribly wrong. Somehow all the testing had resulted in enhancing him to unimaginable proportions, to uncontrollable heights. He was made into the perfect predator and along the way he began losing touch of his humanity.

America's golden boy had come unhinged.

It shook the nation. They say that anything enhanced had to come from something. Steve was a good man before, he still is, but all the loss that he's had to endure has jaded him. All the wars he's had to fight have hardened him. All the compromises he was forced to make had chipped away at the shiny idealism of that scrawny Brooklyn boy. He craved freedom. Freedom to make his own choices. Freedom to be selfish. Freedom to take back what was deprived of him.

So when you came into that small diner, smiling widely at the waitress as you ordered your food and gladly told her about your traveling plans, he knew he just had to have you. You were so beautiful, your face radiating joy despite the tiredness on your stiff shoulders. You pulled your red coat jacket tighter around you, pulling the hood lower to warm your face and shaking off the snow. 

Red looked good on you.

You would stay the night in the available rooms attached to the diner, he was sure of it. You looked much too tired to drive and it was getting dark, too dangerous for a woman to be traveling alone. There was something in your scent that told him that you belonged to him.

You were meant to be his.

You were passed out as soon as your head hit the pillow, your belly warm with food and the fatigue heavy on your eyelids. Your friends and family had all expressed their doubts and their worry about your cross-country adventure. It was dangerous for a woman to travel alone and there was an allegedly deranged super soldier loose, but it was the best time you've ever had in your life. It was so worth it.

Steve watched and waited in the shadows for you to fall deeper into your slumber, finding the small satisfied smile on your lips to be endearing. It was a simple matter after that to slip into your room. He loomed over you, palming his rapidly swelling cock as he took in the details of your features. You slept in only a small pair of panties, leaving everything open to his heated gaze. You were like a delectable meal spread out for him to indulge in.

You were so goddamn perfect.

You looked so inviting that he just had to have a taste. Carefully, he reached for your exposed breasts and squeezed. He sighed at how good you felt and your lack of reaction only made him grow bolder. You were more exhausted than you thought. He kneaded your breasts harder, rolling your hardened nipples between his fingers and relishing how responsive you were. He retracted his hand as you stirred, but groaned deep in his chest as you opened your legs wide for him.

"You need me, don't you? You want me to touch you some more, honey?"

His hand trailed from your nipples to down to cup your heat. Your back arched and your hips circled slowly as his hand rubbed, your panties growing increasingly damp. Still you remained sleeping and from your point of view you were having a very very good dream.

“You're just so tired, aren’t you? Let me help you take the edge off.”

His fingers shoved your ruined panties aside and dove in, slowly and inch by inch to make sure you didn't wake up. By the time he was knuckle deep in your pussy and scissoring you, his cock felt like it would explode in his pants.

“You’re so fucking tight. You’re gonna feel so good around my cock.”

You sighed and stirred a bit more, the little sounds you were making as your hips asked for more from him was making his head spin. He could smell the musky scent of your arousal and he loved how your pussy was sucking his fingers back with each pump he did.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’m gonna give my cock to you. It’ll fit. We just gotta stretch you out first.”

A sharp gasp escaped your lips and your brows furrowed when he pressed up on that extra sensitive spot inside you. He smirked, hastening his movements and continuing to drive you higher and higher. His other hand joined the other to rub hard circles on your clit and his mouth came down to suck on your tits. Your heavy eyelids began to flutter, your unconscious mind getting overwhelmed by the fire that was threatening to consume you.

“That’s right. Give it to me. Fucking cum for me,” he growled against your flesh.

You screamed, your eyes squeezed close tightly and your body shaking as your release racked your whole body. Steve could hardly move his fingers with the way you were squeezing them so he fucked them deeper inside you as you rode out your high. You sat upright suddenly, one hand flying to your hair and the other to your chest as you tried to stabilize yourself. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, your pulse was much too quick, and there was a thin sheen of sweat on your forehead.

“What the fuck?”

You felt an ache between your legs and was more than just surprised at how drenched your panties and the sheets were. You threw yourself back on the bed and took in big gulping breaths. That was one hell of a wet dream. It had been a while since you’ve had a good fuck, but you didn’t think you were that horny.

It took you a while to fall back asleep and in your disoriented state you failed to notice the dangerous looking blonde in the corner of the room, sniffing the scent you left on his fingers before slipping the taste into his mouth. His eyes glinted in the shadows as he watched your chest rise and fall in a more regular pattern.

That was the first time Steve came to you. He followed you across the country in your travels since then and the next time he got you alone he dove straight for your cunt, his mouth lapping at your folds ravenously. Having tasted you just that little bit from his fingers made him crave you and the small dose of drugs he slipped into your drinking water at the hotel as you showered was meant to keep you cooperative because he knew he wasn’t going to let up until your scent was dripping off his beard. He barely held himself back as he waited for you to succumb to the drugs, falling asleep as you watched some pointless TV.   

He moaned and growled into your pussy as his tongue speared into you, fully enthusiastic as he explored your most intimate parts. His large hands were gripping tightly onto your thighs, keeping you spread wide for him. He didn’t stop aggressively eating you out until your cum had soaked his face and was dripping down his chin. All through it, you were in a blissful state of unconsciousness.

When you woke the next morning, that was when you felt that something was off. Something felt very wrong from how your sheets were again wet, your naked state when you specifically remembered you wore a shirt and panties to bed, and the thick woodsy smell of someone else in the room.

You were terrified.

Your terror came to it’s height when once you woke up with a blinding headache and a sticky substance on your tits. That’s when everything clicked and you began to notice the little things you had overlooked in the past few weeks. Your luggage moving, your underwear sometimes out in the open. The creepy feeling at the back of your neck that you’re being watched. Some of your needs unexpectedly being met like those times someone had footed the bill for some of your meals or the time a small bag of groceries were delivered to you by the inn’s staff. You chalked it all up to luck or the goodwill of small town folk.

You should have known better. 

It had been a week since you last really slept, the fear you felt keeping you alert and jolting you awake at any little sound. You were exhausted, but you kept yourself tediously careful in trying to lose whoever was visiting you in your sleep. You kept switching up lanes, driving in circles, riding on ferries, switching out rental cars. You did everything you could to shake him off.

You were practically dead on your feet by the time you arrived at your grandmother’s log cabin in the woods. It was the end of your travel plans, culminating at your grandmother’s old cottage that she had left to you in her will. You pushed yourself to make sure every single door and window was bolted shut and couldn’t be opened without making a loud noise before you finally allowed yourself to rest. Your body dropped heavily onto the bed, your sore muscles finally relaxing after being so tense for so long. Sleep weighed you down and you were quick to slip into unconsciousness.

You startled awake at the sound of loud banging against the heavy wooden front door. Your heart rate immediately quickened and you scooted back on the bed, tucking yourself against the wall and keeping a wary eye at the door. Your blood ran cold at the sound of a low intimidating voice that seemed to be full of dark amusement.

“Oh come on, honey. Open the door.”

That voice.

You knew that voice. You knew it was the voice that had been haunting your explicit dreams, whispering dirty words as you lay unconscious and orgasm after orgasm was pulled from you, but more than that you knew that you’ve heard it somewhere else before. Hearing it again now seemed to spark your memory, but perhaps the fear was hindering you from placing it exactly.

“Open the door. I won’t ask again.”

Steve heard you whimper from the other side of the door. He smirked as he smelled your scent and at the memory of you trying to lose him. It was a valiant attempt and he did rather enjoy letting you think that you actually had a chance. You didn’t. There was no possible way for him to lose you when your very scent was now ingrained in his mind. This destination of yours even worked perfectly for him. Isolated. Surrounded by a thick forest. Miles away from the nearest town. No one would bother you two.

Though he’s been visiting you in your sleep and tasting you to his fill, he has held himself back from fully claiming you. He wanted you conscious for the first time he fucked his cock into you. He wanted you awake when he made you cum hard around him, screaming his name and gushing around his thighs. He wanted you fully aware when he finally claimed you, marking you and binding you to him for all eternity.

It was time.

He rammed his shoulder against the door and it shook on its hinges. You shrieked from the other side, murmuring pleas under your breath for him to leave you alone. He wouldn’t. That’s not how this works. He found his perfect mate and he wasn’t about to let you go. He rammed the door again, putting more of his weight into it. You could hear the wood splinter at the force and tears began to edge your eyes.

“I won’t hurt you, honey. Haven’t I been taking good care of you?”

You screamed as the door flew off its hinges, the cold air of the night blowing in and only worsening your shivering form. You were paralyzed, frozen on the spot as you watched with wide eyes the alpha male posed at your door. His arms were stretched up over his head, the muscles flexing as he gripped onto the doorframe. 

His body was bare, showing off just how strong this predator was and that you didn’t stand a chance. His cock was fully erect, angry and leaking at the tip, and just as intimidating as the rest of him. Another scream was caught in your throat as he drew nearer to you because at that point you were able to recognize him.

Even with the longer messy hair, untamed beard, glowing golden eyes, and elongated canines you still recognized him without a shadow of a doubt. His face was unmistakable and the recent news only made him more so. If that wasn’t enough then the dog tags, the harness around his torso, and the indisputable glint of metal on his back completely gave him away.

Captain Steve Rogers.

The disgraced Captain Steve Rogers.

The hunted down and most wanted Captain Steve Rogers.

He stood before you, smirked, swiped a sharp claw and ripped your clothes down the middle. His eyes darkened in lust at the sight of you bare, that red coat jacket with the hood barely keeping on you. He looked feral. He looked like a hungry animal and by the way he was licking his lips it looked like you were on the menu.

“Hey, Red. Missed me, honey?”

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I am personally happy to say (my WIP list isn't happy) that I have been successfully tempted into a sequel for this. It's gonna be wild and delicious and I ruined myself just during the impromptu brainstorming for this.

Oh yeah. Forgot to mention. There will be cameos in the sequel. 🤭🤭

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Pairings: Werewolf!Steve Rogers x Reader (A Spin on Little Red Riding Hood)

Summary: America's golden boy becomes America's most wanted and he just found his perfect prey.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. DARK FIC. stalking, drugging, somnophilia, forced oral (f receiving), marking, running for your fucking life

Word Count: 2.4K+ (One Shot)

A/N: What? Grown ups need grown up fairy tales. 😈 Someone find me a wolf. Honestly I was shown this art by the very talented @murkycrush months and months ago by @autumnrose40 and I still cannot get it out of my head. I have a thing for the harness obviously.

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Steve Rogers first caught your scent at an unassuming traveler’s stop in the middle of nowhere 8 months ago. It was your run of the mill stop for people just passing through, homey and not at all crowded that served good pie. A sleepy town with a tiny population that most people forget once it’s already in their rearview mirror. Steve had been extra careful to go unnoticed, growing out his beard and wearing his trucker cap low. He had been lifting cars at random and had been particular about not staying anywhere for too long. The rest of the time he ran. He much preferred it. Letting go into his full form and running at full speed in the thick shroud of the forests.

For the first time, Steve Rogers felt free.

It was big news when it came out. Every single headline for months read about the tragedy that happened. Captain America, an admired hero and a living legend, had volunteered to be a research test subject after it was found that his unique genetic makeup enhanced by the serum could potentially lead to a breakthrough to some of the world's most deadly diseases. It was admirable and very on brand for the Avenger, but something had gone terribly wrong. Somehow all the testing had resulted in enhancing him to unimaginable proportions, to uncontrollable heights. He was made into the perfect predator and along the way he began losing touch of his humanity.

America's golden boy had come unhinged.

It shook the nation. They say that anything enhanced had to come from something. Steve was a good man before, he still is, but all the loss that he's had to endure has jaded him. All the wars he's had to fight have hardened him. All the compromises he was forced to make had chipped away at the shiny idealism of that scrawny Brooklyn boy. He craved freedom. Freedom to make his own choices. Freedom to be selfish. Freedom to take back what was deprived of him.

So when you came into that small diner, smiling widely at the waitress as you ordered your food and gladly told her about your traveling plans, he knew he just had to have you. You were so beautiful, your face radiating joy despite the tiredness on your stiff shoulders. You pulled your red coat jacket tighter around you, pulling the hood lower to warm your face and shaking off the snow. 

Red looked good on you.

You would stay the night in the available rooms attached to the diner, he was sure of it. You looked much too tired to drive and it was getting dark, too dangerous for a woman to be traveling alone. There was something in your scent that told him that you belonged to him.

You were meant to be his.

You were passed out as soon as your head hit the pillow, your belly warm with food and the fatigue heavy on your eyelids. Your friends and family had all expressed their doubts and their worry about your cross-country adventure. It was dangerous for a woman to travel alone and there was an allegedly deranged super soldier loose, but it was the best time you've ever had in your life. It was so worth it.

Steve watched and waited in the shadows for you to fall deeper into your slumber, finding the small satisfied smile on your lips to be endearing. It was a simple matter after that to slip into your room. He loomed over you, palming his rapidly swelling cock as he took in the details of your features. You slept in only a small pair of panties, leaving everything open to his heated gaze. You were like a delectable meal spread out for him to indulge in.

You were so goddamn perfect.

You looked so inviting that he just had to have a taste. Carefully, he reached for your exposed breasts and squeezed. He sighed at how good you felt and your lack of reaction only made him grow bolder. You were more exhausted than you thought. He kneaded your breasts harder, rolling your hardened nipples between his fingers and relishing how responsive you were. He retracted his hand as you stirred, but groaned deep in his chest as you opened your legs wide for him.

"You need me, don't you? You want me to touch you some more, honey?"

His hand trailed from your nipples to down to cup your heat. Your back arched and your hips circled slowly as his hand rubbed, your panties growing increasingly damp. Still you remained sleeping and from your point of view you were having a very very good dream.

“You're just so tired, aren’t you? Let me help you take the edge off.”

His fingers shoved your ruined panties aside and dove in, slowly and inch by inch to make sure you didn't wake up. By the time he was knuckle deep in your pussy and scissoring you, his cock felt like it would explode in his pants.

“You’re so fucking tight. You’re gonna feel so good around my cock.”

You sighed and stirred a bit more, the little sounds you were making as your hips asked for more from him was making his head spin. He could smell the musky scent of your arousal and he loved how your pussy was sucking his fingers back with each pump he did.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’m gonna give my cock to you. It’ll fit. We just gotta stretch you out first.”

A sharp gasp escaped your lips and your brows furrowed when he pressed up on that extra sensitive spot inside you. He smirked, hastening his movements and continuing to drive you higher and higher. His other hand joined the other to rub hard circles on your clit and his mouth came down to suck on your tits. Your heavy eyelids began to flutter, your unconscious mind getting overwhelmed by the fire that was threatening to consume you.

“That’s right. Give it to me. Fucking cum for me,” he growled against your flesh.

You screamed, your eyes squeezed close tightly and your body shaking as your release racked your whole body. Steve could hardly move his fingers with the way you were squeezing them so he fucked them deeper inside you as you rode out your high. You sat upright suddenly, one hand flying to your hair and the other to your chest as you tried to stabilize yourself. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, your pulse was much too quick, and there was a thin sheen of sweat on your forehead.

“What the fuck?”

You felt an ache between your legs and was more than just surprised at how drenched your panties and the sheets were. You threw yourself back on the bed and took in big gulping breaths. That was one hell of a wet dream. It had been a while since you’ve had a good fuck, but you didn’t think you were that horny.

It took you a while to fall back asleep and in your disoriented state you failed to notice the dangerous looking blonde in the corner of the room, sniffing the scent you left on his fingers before slipping the taste into his mouth. His eyes glinted in the shadows as he watched your chest rise and fall in a more regular pattern.

That was the first time Steve came to you. He followed you across the country in your travels since then and the next time he got you alone he dove straight for your cunt, his mouth lapping at your folds ravenously. Having tasted you just that little bit from his fingers made him crave you and the small dose of drugs he slipped into your drinking water at the hotel as you showered was meant to keep you cooperative because he knew he wasn’t going to let up until your scent was dripping off his beard. He barely held himself back as he waited for you to succumb to the drugs, falling asleep as you watched some pointless TV.   

He moaned and growled into your pussy as his tongue speared into you, fully enthusiastic as he explored your most intimate parts. His large hands were gripping tightly onto your thighs, keeping you spread wide for him. He didn’t stop aggressively eating you out until your cum had soaked his face and was dripping down his chin. All through it, you were in a blissful state of unconsciousness.

When you woke the next morning, that was when you felt that something was off. Something felt very wrong from how your sheets were again wet, your naked state when you specifically remembered you wore a shirt and panties to bed, and the thick woodsy smell of someone else in the room.

You were terrified.

Your terror came to it’s height when once you woke up with a blinding headache and a sticky substance on your tits. That’s when everything clicked and you began to notice the little things you had overlooked in the past few weeks. Your luggage moving, your underwear sometimes out in the open. The creepy feeling at the back of your neck that you’re being watched. Some of your needs unexpectedly being met like those times someone had footed the bill for some of your meals or the time a small bag of groceries were delivered to you by the inn’s staff. You chalked it all up to luck or the goodwill of small town folk.

You should have known better. 

It had been a week since you last really slept, the fear you felt keeping you alert and jolting you awake at any little sound. You were exhausted, but you kept yourself tediously careful in trying to lose whoever was visiting you in your sleep. You kept switching up lanes, driving in circles, riding on ferries, switching out rental cars. You did everything you could to shake him off.

You were practically dead on your feet by the time you arrived at your grandmother’s log cabin in the woods. It was the end of your travel plans, culminating at your grandmother’s old cottage that she had left to you in her will. You pushed yourself to make sure every single door and window was bolted shut and couldn’t be opened without making a loud noise before you finally allowed yourself to rest. Your body dropped heavily onto the bed, your sore muscles finally relaxing after being so tense for so long. Sleep weighed you down and you were quick to slip into unconsciousness.

You startled awake at the sound of loud banging against the heavy wooden front door. Your heart rate immediately quickened and you scooted back on the bed, tucking yourself against the wall and keeping a wary eye at the door. Your blood ran cold at the sound of a low intimidating voice that seemed to be full of dark amusement.

“Oh come on, honey. Open the door.”

That voice.

You knew that voice. You knew it was the voice that had been haunting your explicit dreams, whispering dirty words as you lay unconscious and orgasm after orgasm was pulled from you, but more than that you knew that you’ve heard it somewhere else before. Hearing it again now seemed to spark your memory, but perhaps the fear was hindering you from placing it exactly.

“Open the door. I won’t ask again.”

Steve heard you whimper from the other side of the door. He smirked as he smelled your scent and at the memory of you trying to lose him. It was a valiant attempt and he did rather enjoy letting you think that you actually had a chance. You didn’t. There was no possible way for him to lose you when your very scent was now ingrained in his mind. This destination of yours even worked perfectly for him. Isolated. Surrounded by a thick forest. Miles away from the nearest town. No one would bother you two.

Though he’s been visiting you in your sleep and tasting you to his fill, he has held himself back from fully claiming you. He wanted you conscious for the first time he fucked his cock into you. He wanted you awake when he made you cum hard around him, screaming his name and gushing around his thighs. He wanted you fully aware when he finally claimed you, marking you and binding you to him for all eternity.

It was time.

He rammed his shoulder against the door and it shook on its hinges. You shrieked from the other side, murmuring pleas under your breath for him to leave you alone. He wouldn’t. That’s not how this works. He found his perfect mate and he wasn’t about to let you go. He rammed the door again, putting more of his weight into it. You could hear the wood splinter at the force and tears began to edge your eyes.

“I won’t hurt you, honey. Haven’t I been taking good care of you?”

You screamed as the door flew off its hinges, the cold air of the night blowing in and only worsening your shivering form. You were paralyzed, frozen on the spot as you watched with wide eyes the alpha male posed at your door. His arms were stretched up over his head, the muscles flexing as he gripped onto the doorframe. 

His body was bare, showing off just how strong this predator was and that you didn’t stand a chance. His cock was fully erect, angry and leaking at the tip, and just as intimidating as the rest of him. Another scream was caught in your throat as he drew nearer to you because at that point you were able to recognize him.

Even with the longer messy hair, untamed beard, glowing golden eyes, and elongated canines you still recognized him without a shadow of a doubt. His face was unmistakable and the recent news only made him more so. If that wasn’t enough then the dog tags, the harness around his torso, and the indisputable glint of metal on his back completely gave him away.

Captain Steve Rogers.

The disgraced Captain Steve Rogers.

The hunted down and most wanted Captain Steve Rogers.

He stood before you, smirked, swiped a sharp claw and ripped your clothes down the middle. His eyes darkened in lust at the sight of you bare, that red coat jacket with the hood barely keeping on you. He looked feral. He looked like a hungry animal and by the way he was licking his lips it looked like you were on the menu.

“Hey, Red. Missed me, honey?”

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Outdo the filth!?

I had the filthiest thot invade my brain……

Pegging? Absofuckinglutely. But, we all know Ransom likes to run his mouth…..and, what better way to shut him up than to stuff it full. If you catch my drift 😏

You had me at filth and thot. Here. Have some more.

All You Can Eat (Drabble 6)

Summary: The best way to shut up a mouthy werewolf is to give them something else to occupy their mouth with.

Pairing: Siren!Reader x (Vampire!Ari Levinson, Vampire!Bucky, Werewolf!Ransom Drysdale)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. a sprinkling of femdom

Word Count: 564

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Ransom was getting mouthy again. Of course he was. He wouldn’t be Ransom if he didn’t have a string of complaints at the tip of his tongue. He’s come a long way since he’s started accepting the unorthodox relationship you all had, but he was a brat through and through.

This time he was whining about who gets to fuck you in the ass first. You see, having three lovers all at the same time took some planning and consideration for one another. That didn’t mean that they all didn’t want to have their way from time to time. Normally, you and Bucky would just fool around while Ari and Ransom settled their arguments but today was not a day of great patience for you.

You were horny as hell.

You just needed to get fucked good.

So you took matters into your own hands. You disappeared into your expansive closet and minutes later came out in one of your favorite lingerie sets. Not unusual. What was unusual was the long thick plastic cock strapped to your front. You cleared your throat elegantly and the raised arguing voices quickly subsided.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Ari groaned, hand going to palm his swelling cock.

“Uh, Y/N?” Ransom stuttered, instinctively taking a step back at the devious look on your face. “What are you doing?”

“Kneel.”

Each man froze on their spots at one word from you that chilled their veins. Very rarely do you completely dominate all three of them. You’re always so giving, so warm, so generous. Now, clearly, you meant business. Ransom took a cautious step toward you, palms raising and voice soft as if he were trying to calm down a rabid animal. He wasn’t too far off with that.

“Now, kitten…”

“I said,” you murmured, quiet and dangerous. “Kneel.”

Three fully grown, intimidating, and overpowered men dropped to their knees for you. You smiled, lips quirking at the corner and your sharp teeth peeking through. You came closer to Ransom, running a hand from under his chin and up the side of his handsome face until it rested on the top of his head.

“Good, puppy.”

He started to growl at you, unhappy at the pet name, but your hand had slipped to the back of his head and pulled at his hair. His head was now tipped back and you were looking down at him with smug malice. Your free hand came to stroke the smooth plastic strapped to your front and you ran the tip lightly along his lips.

“You’d think that having three cocks at my pleasure meant that I get sex easily, but you’re all just being difficult today,” you said, clicking your tongue in mocking disappointment. “If any of you want the privilege of fucking me in any goddamn hole tonight then you all better earn it.” 

A chorus of yes ma’ams filled the bedroom and you looked at each one of them to ensure they were all being good little boys. You turned back to Ransom, tilting your head and your smile growing to a level that could freeze death itself.

“And as for you, my little puppy. Mouthy brats get their mouths stuffed. For starters.”

You pushed the head of the strapon cock more insistently against his plump lips and the way his eyes widened brought great joy and satisfaction to you.

“Open fucking wide.”

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