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[precious1610]

He would! He would carry you to the couch while you cling to him and breath him in, rubbing your shoulders and calling you his favorite baby girl… Steve is the man for the job.

Okay this ask is inspired by a recent reel on Instagram: when you were a strong and independent woman all day long, who would you go to to be let go? And why?

1. Lloyd

2. Steve

3. Cole

Steve!!!!! I think he just has such a protective nature that if you struggle with not being in control and “strong” all the time, he would make you feel very safe to let go and be vulnerable and taken care of 🥺 I want someone who takes my vulnerability seriously 😌❤️

[precious1610]

And you striked again! This is so fucking cute. Ransom catching feelings and admitting them? 😭🥵 love this!

Security Jammies

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,221 Summary: It was an annoying, inconvenient realization that had Ransom showing up at your place unannounced. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Soft!Ransom. Established relationship. Unprotected sex. Cockwarming. Feels. Two trolls in love tbh.

A/N: I am so ridiculously excited to share my first offering for our Cum Together: A Community Revival Extravaganza!! The prompts below just jumped out at me and I really wanted to write some soft!Ransom because I’m so in love with him, and making him a happy, in love boy just makes my heart so happy 😭 Also this maaaay or may not be an interlude from a larger story I have planned but can totally be read as a standalone hehe. 

My Prompts: Showing up at your love’s home in the middle of the night because you need to be with them + “Admit it, you didn’t really know true happiness until you met me.” + “My favorite thing in the world is being here with you.”

The knock at your front door as you were turning out the lights to go to bed was surprising. 

Finding Ransom Drysdale, your boyfriend, on the other side of said door was even more surprising, although his unexpected arrival certainly wasn’t a bad thing. 

In fact, the sight of him alone had your belly swooping with happiness, your lips tugging up into a smile as you leaned against the doorframe, crossed your arms, and said, “I didn’t realize we had plans tonight.”

“We don’t,” Ransom huffed, shooting you an annoyed look before his gaze was flickering away. 

Avoiding yours.

His attitude only made you smile bigger. As did the realization that he was looking a little more haphazard and rumpled than usual in his favorite cream cable knit sweater, black joggers, and his worn sneakers.

“Something I can help you with then, handsome?” 

Once again, Ransom’s narrowed gaze found yours, accusation shining in the brilliant blue depths of his eyes as he frowned at you. His words were muttered so quietly, you almost didn’t hear them as he confessed, “I can’t fucking sleep without you.”

You nearly burst into laughter, but you could tell that Ransom was genuinely grumpy at this realization–and probably the lack of sleep, too–so instead you did your best to suppress your smile from growing any bigger, grabbed one of his big hands with one of yours, and tugged him inside.

“Poor handsome Ransom, just can’t stay away, huh?”

He shot you a half-hearted stink eye as he kicked off his sneakers and left them beside your own by the front door.

“Yeah, yeah, yuck it up, jammies,” he huffed.

You giggled at the ridiculous pet name that you loved so much which spawned from Ransom’s insistence that you had more pajamas than actual clothes, and he wasn’t wrong. As his gaze dipped to take in your current pajamas, you tried not to preen.

You could tell that he was torn between scoffing and laughing when he caught sight of the embellished cartoon llama on your t-shirt, wearing its own pajamas, and the baby pink sleep shorts with tiny little llamas all over them that went along with it.

“Christ, you’re ridiculous,” Ransom grumped.

You just grinned at him. 

The longer he stared at you, the more the forced annoyance bled from Ransom’s beautiful features, his head tilting to the side and his lips curling into a smirk when he realized, “You’re not wearing a bra, are you?”

It was instant, the way your body perked up in awareness, and you couldn’t stop yourself from squirming on the spot as you crossed your arms over your chest, your own eyes narrowing.

Ransom was full out grinning now as he stepped closer, plucked a wrist of yours in each of his big hands, and dismantled your makeshift shield so he could get a better look at the way your hard nipples were poking against the thin cotton of your shirt.

“Don’t hide from me.”

Your cunt clenched at the huskiness to his voice, but you weren’t ready to give in to him just yet. You still had some more teasing left in you. 

Because you were a perfect compliment to Ransom’s own troll nature, after all, and heckling him was your favorite. 

“You’re so obsessed with me, I’m a little embarrassed for you to be honest.”

Ransom just rolled his eyes as he slowly backed you into the nearest wall. His gaze sparkled at you when he shoved a knee between your thighs and your breath hitched at the sudden, warm press of him between your legs. 

Nooo, don’t let him win, you internally whined at yourself.

Tipping your chin up, you turned Ransom’s smirk against him. “Do you have an altar for worshiping me at home? Maybe tucked away in your closet where no one can see it? Do you kneel or–” 

Ransom smothered the rest of your words with his lips, grinning at your quiet squeak as he kissed you with the kind of determined urgency that had you instantly melting against him and kissing him back with just as much fervor.

When he finally pulled away to let you catch your breath, Ransom touched his forehead to yours as he purred, “We both know you on your knees for me is the much better scenario.”

You just blinked at him owlishly, your sluggish brain taking a long moment to process his words and remember your own that had spawned them.

Ransom laughed at the dazed state of you, kissing the tip of your nose before he was corralling you away from the wall, then down the hallway to your bedroom. 

It felt like one second you were in the doorway, Ransom’s big hands framing your hips and giving them a promising squeeze as he loomed behind you, and then the next you were both naked, your bodies perfectly slotted together as you laid on your sides facing each other, curled close as Ransom drank from your mouth like he simply couldn’t get enough of you. 

The feeling was totally mutual, your hand reaching between your bodies for Ransom’s hard cock before your brain even realized its destination. 

“Wanna feel you,” you panted against his lips as you hooked your leg over his hip and shimmied closer. “Fill me up.”

“Who’s obsessed with who now?” Ransom hummed, laughing when you just shot him a dirty look before giving his cock a squeeze and stroke combo that had him “Hnnngh”ing.

“You little menace,” he grunted. 

Your resulting smile was beatific as his big hand dropped to yours and guided your touch, until both your hands were sticky with his pre-cum and you were whining for your own stimulation.

Just about to beg for him again–and shamelessly so–your words caught in your throat when your eyes met Ransom’s and found such a soft and warm kind of tenderness awaiting you in that dark, wanting gaze of his.

The swoop was back in your belly, your chest fluttering with joy as your face softened and you slid your hand against Ransom’s ruddy cheek and reeled him in for another kiss. 

You kissed him slowly this time, your lips languid against his, loving him without speaking a single word and savoring the taste of him on your tongue as he groaned into your mouth. 

Ransom’s hand squeezed your hip, hitching your leg up higher as he rolled you over onto your back, settling his big, lean body on top of yours. His hand kept on ascending, until it found yours and he laced your fingers together as he held your hand down against the rumpled sheets beside your head. 

His lust-blown gaze found yours just as he drove balls deep into your needy pussy, his kiss-swollen lips trapping your moan between your mouths as he dropped his forehead to yours and panted. 

You breathed his name as your eyes fluttered shut, allowing yourself a moment to just feel him, all of him filling you up, making your cunt flutter and clench as that needy string pulled taut and wanting deep within the core of you. 

The thought was sudden but genuine as you realized that you could happily spend the rest of your life just like this - locked together with Ransom, filled by him, consumed by him, wholly his and no other’s as you basked in every single second of being with him, being his other half, his person.

Because he was most definitely, unequivocally yours.

“Hey, you okay?”

Your eyes fluttered open and you realized you were crying, blinking the rest of your happy tears from your blurred gaze as you nodded and shot Ransom an abashed smile. 

“Yeah, I’m good. Really good,” you promised, tipping your face up and kissing him gently. 

“You sure?” he asked, swiping away a lingering tear from your cheek and watching you closely as you nodded again. 

“Promise.” You rocked your hips, clenching around him on purpose. “Make us both feel good.”

“Jesus, you’re bossy.”

Ransom cracked a grin at your giggle, giving your hand still clasped in his a squeeze before his hips started to move. 

Soon your bodies were working together in tandem, writhing and rocking in a sensual push and pull that had words lost to you both as you pressed close and kissed each other frantically between sharp gasps and throaty moans. 

It felt like your body was soaring, rising higher and higher toward the peak of your pleasure, and you knew that Ransom was nearly there, too. You could feel it by the way his rhythm was growing jerky, the way he was grunting against your ear and rutting into you desperately, wildly.

He suddenly flipped you over, making you gasp and then groan as you settled over him. You felt him so much deeper than before, grinding against him and meeting his fucked out gaze as his big hands shot to your hips and guided the bounce of your body on top of his. 

“Cum for me, kitten, come on, wanna feel you,” he moaned, planting his feet on the mattress and pounding up into you from below. 

All it took was a few swipes of your own fingers against your clit before your orgasm was slamming into you, whiting out your vision and making your head buzz as it dropped back and you keened long and loud as you writhed atop Ransom as you rode out your release.

The wave of ecstasy was just starting to recede from your body as Ransom came, and you distantly thanked every deity in existence for gifting you this moment, witnessing his unabashed pleasure, because of you.

Ransom was beautiful as he surrendered to his own bliss, his hair wild and flopping over his forehead, his handsome face rosy with exertion and shining with sweat.

But it was the way his eyes were fixed on you so avidly–so intently–as he gripped your hips and drove into your messy, overwrought cunt that final few times that had another small rise fluttering through you and drawing out his own climax.

It was one of your favorite things - being locked in Ransom’s feral, possessive gaze as his cock throbbed deep inside you and he filled you with his cum. You shuddered atop him as you felt the last few twitches and pulses of his cock, your body hyperaware and your mind already settling into that blissed out, floaty state that had you sighing your content as you stretched out over Ransom’s body just as he went pliant beneath you.

Humming your satisfaction, you knocked your nose against his, finding that soft, warm look awaiting you in Ransom’s eyes as you met his gaze just before you were kissing him just as gently as he had been watching you a moment ago.

Feeling sleepy and playful as you pulled away and clocked Ransom’s happy, boyish grin, you spared him a cat-that-got-the-cream kind of smile as you teased, “Admit it, you didn’t really know true happiness until you met me.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna write a sonnet about it tomorrow,” he deadpanned without missing a beat.

Laughing, you stole one more peck from his lips before happily sinking down on top of him and hugging him like a clingy koala.

Ransom was quiet for a few moments, his big, soft hands slowly dragging up and down your bare back in soothing strokes. “Let me clean you up,” he murmured, trying to shift out from beneath you. 

“Noooo,” you whined, holding him tighter and clenching around his cock, which was still tucked deep inside of you, on purpose. “Not yet. Love being filled by you.”

He grinned at your slurred words, tone playful as he hummed, “My little cockwarming gremlin,” and nearly laughed outright when you just wordlessly hummed right back at him in confirmation.

Feeling soft–and happy–Ransom settled beneath you once more, his own gaze growing more half-lidded with each quiet second that passed. Still, he couldn’t help but force himself to stay awake, just a little while longer.

He had something on his mind, gnawing away, something he needed to say, but he wanted to make sure that you weren’t awake before saying it, because he wasn’t quite brave enough yet to say such things to you outright.

When he was sure that you were asleep, Ransom smoothed a hand over your head, nosing at your crown as he finally confessed on a whisper, “My favorite thing in the world is being here with you.”

“I know…” you replied instantly, sleepily, but still awake after all. 

You pressed a kiss to Ransom’s bare chest and grinned at the way he had gone stock still beneath you, caught red-handed in his soft feels for you.

“And ditto…stalker,” you teased to break the tension, feeling his big body shake with laughter beneath you.

“Go to sleep, jammies,” Ransom huffed for show, even as he held you a little bit tighter, enamored with you and your sweet, playful heart just a little bit more than he was when he first showed up on your doorstep tonight.

Sighing your content, you tipped your face up and burrowed it against the crook of his neck. Inhaling his comforting scent, you barnacled Ransom just as tightly as he was barnacling you as you finally, happily drifted off to sleep.

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[precious1610]

Ho(e)ly. This is… hot 🥵. Lloyd is my weakness. This moustache and his smile and I’m a puddle of want 😭

That is exactly what Lloyd would do. He is such a maniac about his girl and while he loves to know you are his and he wants everyone to know too! But to his conditions and while they can know they better not see too much because it’s meant for him and him alone!

Hey! For the spring time drabbles I would love to see Lloyd Hansen (this moustach… I swear…) with smut no. 75. “you’ll cum as many times as i want, got it?”

ruining a perfect springtime date

pairing: boyfriend!lloyd hansen x female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, oral sex (f receiving), piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, restraints, light bondage, light bdsm, dom/sub vibes, praise kink, pet names, possessive behavior, established relationship

word count: 1,300ish

a/n: thank you for sending in this prompt!!! Lloyd absolutely would say something like this, so it wasn't hard to come up with an idea for this little ficlet 😏 i hope you enjoy it!!! ♡♡

The forecast had called for a beautiful spring day—warm, but not too hot, and plenty of sunshine to make sure the constant breeze didn’t get too chilly. Excitement filled your heart like champagne bubbles as you eagerly bopped around your room, getting ready for the day.

Your boyfriend, Lloyd Hansen, had planned the perfect springtime date. He’d bought a few tickets for a spring garden where the two of you could ride around on bicycles together, taking in the gorgeous blooms and soaking up the sun. Then, he’d booked a reservation at a sweet little restaurant with the most beautiful outdoor patio, where you could eat outside and watch the sunset together.

You paused just as you were spritzing on perfume and smiled to yourself, thinking about asking Lloyd for his jacket at dinner because you’d conveniently forgotten a sweater. You could already imagine the warmth and comfort of being wrapped up in his jacket, and it only made you redouble your efforts to finish getting ready so your date could start.

Lloyd was waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs of the home you shared together, and you made yourself slow down so he could get the full effect of the effort you’d put into your date outfit and makeup. As slowly as you could manage with how excited you were, you flounced down the stairs, feeling your boyfriend’s gaze on your body.

You’d worn your favorite sundress in honor of your date, the cotton hugging all your curves perfectly to emphasize your body, while the hem was short enough to be flirty without showing too much thigh. It was sweet and a little sexy, and you thought Lloyd would love how good it made you look. Or so you thought. 

But as you watched your boyfriend’s face while you descended the stairs toward him, you saw his expression darken. By the time you stepped off the last stair, Lloyd’s face was positively stormy, his blue eyes dark as the sky during a spring rainstorm. 

Without a word, Lloyd prowled toward you and threw you over his shoulder, making you shriek in surprise. He started up the stairs, taking them two at a time as he carried you back to the bedroom you shared. When your sounds of surprise quieted, you realized he was muttering to himself.

“Look so fucking pretty in that sundress,” he grumbled to himself, his big hand gripping your soft thigh firmly so you couldn’t squirm off his shoulder. “How’m I supposed to keep my hands off you, huh?” he asked, but didn’t stop his muttering so you knew he didn’t expect an answer. “Woulda had to shoot every man that looked at you too long, woulda had to show them all you’re mine.”

Lloyd tossed you down on the king-size bed you shared, his mouth twisting in a snarl that had desire blooming deep in your core. His darkened eyes fell to your legs, where the hem of your dress had ridden up an indecent amount, his gaze staring at your thighs like he was greedy for them. But Lloyd held himself back.

Instead, he stood at the foot of the bed and slowly unbuckled his belt. 

“You’ve done it now, princess,” Lloyd growled, his gaze drifting up your body to your face. “You’re not moving from this bed until I’ve had my fill of you, do you hear me?” His expression was furious, but there was a heat in his gaze that had you melting for your man. “You’ll come as many times as I want, got it?” 

A part of you wanted to pout that Lloyd was ruining your perfect springtime date, but a much bigger part of you was eager for the punishment he had in mind. So you nodded, a breathy, “Yes, sir,” falling from your parted lips. 

Lloyd’s mouth curved into a smile and then he climbed on the bed, crawling up your body and gathering your hands above your head. Using his belt, Lloyd tied your hands to the headboard of the bed, checking with you to make sure the restraints weren’t too tight before he moved back down your body.

Your boyfriend settled between your thighs, pushing your legs wide so your sundress gathered around your waist. Without further preamble, Lloyd buried his face in your panty-covered core, breathing in so deeply, it made you squirm, desire leaking from your hole.

“Can smell how wet you are already, angel,” he groaned, his eyes flicking up and catching yours. Lloyd held your gaze while he ran the flat of his tongue over your pussy, teasing you through your panties. It was so hot, you squirmed, but Lloyd just grabbed your hips and pinned you to the bed, holding you still for him. “Patience, peanut, I’ll taste your sweet honey when I’m good and ready.”

A whine worked its way up your throat and spilled from your mouth as Lloyd continued to tease you, his smirk deepening while sweat gathered at your temples. When your hands tugged impatiently on the restraints, Lloyd chuckled against your pussy, his mustache teasing your clit through your panties and driving you wild.

Finally, when your panties were soaking wet from your desire and his tongue, Lloyd tore them from your body and dove into your cunt, eating you out like a starving man. 

That first time, your release came fast and hard, crashing over you like an unexpected wave that would’ve knocked you off your feet if you’d been standing. Pleasure the likes of which only Lloyd could give you swept through your body as you cried out for him, your thighs tightening around his head and body trembling through it all. 

But Lloyd was nowhere near done. Your boyfriend treated you to another release. Then another. Then another.

And another. 

He kept going until your mind was so blown with pleasure you could no longer keep track of how many times you’d come on Lloyd’s face, your juices gushing into your boyfriend’s mouth while he drank them down greedily, his mustache rapsing over your soft, sensitive skin. 

When Lloyd replaced his tongue with his fingers, he used his mouth to tell you how pretty you looked in your sundress—how fuckable you were, and how he needed to keep you all to himself when you looked so gorgeous. You were his and his alone and he needed to show you just what it meant to belong to him.

By the time Lloyd pushed his hard, weeping cock into your wet, swollen cunt, you were delirious and exhausted. But the feel of your boyfriend’s cock sinking into you made you moan wantonly and yank weakly on the belt still tied around your wrists. You wanted desperately to wrap your arms around Lloyd’s broad shoulders, but he wasn’t done yet.

Your boyfriend pounded into you until you came again, swallowing your mindless moans with his kisses. Then, finally, he released your hands from his belt. 

As quickly as he could, Lloyd divested both of you over your clothes, rubbing your aching shoulders and wrists, then slid back inside you. That time, he took you slow and sweet, rocking into your thoroughly used cunt and cradling your face in his hands while he told you how well you did for him. 

Lloyd murmured against your lips that you were his perfect good girl and, impossibly, you managed to give him one more release. You came at the same time as your boyfriend, the two of you clinging to one another as your bodies came together in the most intimate way.

As you let yourself succumb to exhaustion, you had to admit to yourself that Lloyd may have ruined your perfect springtime date, but he more than made up for it.

[precious1610]

L L O Y D

I have a feeling he is such a doting alpha. He would do anything to soothe discomfort, he gives you the world and still he is your world. You want a library? Got it! You want to have a nice gazebo in the garden? He build! Ice cream for dinner? He has all your favorites in store at any time! You feel lonely and need a cuddle? He is hugging you close for as long as needed. AND we are not even thinking of the mind blowing orgasms this man will pull from your body! He will make you come as often as he can. On his dick, on his fingers on his moustache. Because your body is his favorite toy and seeing your face all relaxed and blissed out and happy and satisfied after he played with you for hours knowing he is the only one making you feel this way is all for him!

Hey Siri! I'm curious, if you were an Omega in the pound town verse, who would you want as your owner? Or would you want a couple? It can be any pairing/character no matter who's in the verse rn!

All of them.

Hahahaha. Well. Except maybe Bryce. And Pete. I think I’d keep Freezy in the mix tbh 😂🤷🏻‍♀️

It’s so hard to pick and I feel like my answer would change day to day, but I think the front runners are Andy and Ari 🥺 You’d just be soooo loved and cherished and doted on. And so sexually satisfied 😌

But I’m side eyeing Ransom and Steeb hard. And Curtis and Jake. Also Lloyyyyd.

In conclusion: ALL OF THEM. 😂💀

Who would you pick?

[precious1610]

Siri what have you done? This is so sweet! And Jake is… gosh. I want Jake. He is such a sweet soul and so… excited. How can someone not want this?

Welcome Home

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader x Jake Jensen Word Count: 4,665 Summary: Your first night in your new forever home with your alpha and beta is like a dream come true. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. A/B/O. MFM trio. A fucked up verse where omegas are generally treated more like pets than people, but don't worry, our babes will fix that. Pet play elements. Praise kink. Exhibitionism. Voyeurism. Vaginal fingering. Oral sex (f & m receiving). Lots of praise. Unprotected sex. Biting aka a/b/o bonding.  

A/N: Lookit!!! I finally have a new installment to the Pound Town verse for you. YAY! 🥳 I hope you enjoy it and I really hope you take a moment to drop me a reblog, comment, or ask once you finish. Reading or cumming, I’m not picky 😏

P.S. If you're new to this verse, be sure to read Curtis, Jake, and Reader's first part here.

VERSE MASTERLIST

As Curtis and Jake ushered you into your new home, you were torn between curiosity–eager to drink in every detail of your forever home–and a deep, desperate ache that was throbbing throughout you and had been since the duo started lavishing you with attention and praise in the playroom back at the pound.

Your eyes glimpsed a large, cozy looking living room with a stone fireplace before Jake was herding you toward the wooden staircase off the entryway. 

“Come on, gorgeous, we can save the tour for tomorrow,” he grinned.

“Jake.”

The stern tone of Curtis’ voice had both you and the beta freezing at the foot of the stairs, and you glanced over your shoulder to find your new alpha looming a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the two of you.

Despite his serious countenance, there was a sparkle of amusement in his eyes, and it had that ache within you blooming with a new wave of want as you squirmed under Curtis’ intent gaze.

“We had her welcome home planned, beta,” Curtis tsked. “Tour first, then some food, then play time.”

“But I need her,” Jake whined, sticking out his lower lip as he tugged your back against his chest and rested his chin on your shoulder. “And she needs us, too. I know you can smell her, and she smells unsatisfied.”

Your face bloomed with the heat of embarrassment, your gaze dropping to the floor as you realized that your musky omega scent was hanging heavy in the air. 

A beat later, Curtis was before you, his body heat mingling with yours and Jake’s as he touched a finger beneath your chin and tipped your shy gaze up to meet his. 

“We’ll let her decide,” he murmured, “Since it’s her first day home. What should we prioritize, sweetheart? What do you want to do first?”

The happy chirp was bubbling up and spilling past your lips before you could even formulate a real response, because an alpha–your alpha–was giving you a choice, letting you decide. 

Because he cared what you wanted, and no one had ever cared about that before, not ever. 

Your jumbled thoughts and surprise must have been easy to read, because Curtis’ face softened as his hand slid along your warm cheek, until you could nuzzle into his touch as you blinked up at him, a little dazed already. 

“What do you want, omega?” he asked again.

“I want you,” you answered honestly. “And Jake,” your hand rested over your beta’s hand that was planted on your belly. “I want you to bond me, please, so I can be yours for real and forever.”

“I love her so much,” Jake breathed, his eyes shimmering as he met Curtis’ gaze as he snuffled along your neck.

“Alright then, what our omega wants, she gets,” Curtis hummed. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before doing the same to Jake, and then he was herding the both of you up the stairs amongst some quiet giggles and wandering hands. 

Soon the three of you were stumbling into the bedroom, and you had a moment to smile at the once again cozy, inviting decor before Jake was basically propelling you toward the neatly made California king-size bed. 

“Patience, beta,” Curtis reminded, but there was a curl to his lips as Jake sent him an abashed look. 

“Sorry, ‘mega,” Jake whispered against your ear, pressing a kiss to the plane of skin just behind it as he gave your hips a greedy grope.

As his lips began to touch and taste along the skin of your neck, Curtis drew near, pressing flush to your front–until you were sandwiched between both men–and dipping his head low to catch your lips with his own.

It was instant, the way Curtis’ kiss short circuited your brain. You had never felt so desired and adored–and never at the same time–as his soft, plush lips pressed against your own, his tongue sneaking along the seam of your mouth until you were happily opening up to him as he deepened the kiss. 

Curtis swallowed your throaty moan as Jake’s hand snuck into your panties, just a bit of cute, lacy fabric that went along with the fluttery dress they had brought to the pound to dress you in for the drive home. Your cat ears and plug were still tucked away in a bag in the back of their car, but that’s as far as your brain got before Jake’s fingers were circling your clit and making you whine. 

“Wait,” you panted once Curtis retreated from your mouth. “Please.”

“What do you need, pretty girl?” he asked, his big hand resting at the base of your throat as you blinked at him, dazed and struggling to think straight.

You felt a new wave of shyness wash over you as you finally zeroed in on what you really wanted in that moment. 

“Will you scent me, please? Both of you, together?”

“God, she’s so sweet,” Jake groaned, giving your sopping wet pussy a gentle pat before pulling his hand from your underwear and sucking your arousal from his fingers.

“Come here,” Curtis directed, taking your hand and leading you toward the bed. 

He settled you on the edge of it and sat at your side, waiting for Jake to mirror him on your other side before you were glancing between them, something ecstatic bursting to life in your belly and fluttering up through your chest as your eyes bounced from one warm, wanting look to the other.

When your gaze locked on Curtis’, he gave you a look so intent and focused that you whined softly, pressing your thighs together as a gush of arousal seeped from your pussy and made you squirm.

Nostrils flaring, your alpha leaned close, pressing a gentle kiss to your unmarked mating gland and purring at your sharp gasp before he was slowly dragging his nose along your neck as his musky scent rose up around you.

Your eyes fluttered when Jake descended on the other side of your throat, nosing along your warm skin and moaning at your scent as he scented you with a bit more eagerness and less finesse and patience than your alpha.

You swore you could taste the cocktail of their desire on your tongue as Curtis and Jake worked together to cover you in their scents, until you had a death grip on each of their hands in one of yours as you sank between them, already a floaty, pliant mess of carnal delight. 

Before you knew what was happening, the duo worked together to undress you and scoot you further up the bed, until you were sinking back against Jake, positioned between his legs as Curtis sank to his knees and tugged you to the very edge of the bed. 

Curtis’ eyes were so dark with desire they were nearly black as he tugged your ruined panties off and tossed them aside. His palms were warm and rough as they glided up your calves, spreading your legs wide open as he commanded Jake to, “Hold her open for me, beta.”

The directive alone had you moaning as your pussy clenched, your heart hammering in your chest as Curtis’ gaze fell to your glistening folds. 

“You’re so pretty, sweetheart,” he murmured, thumbs tugging the petals of your sex apart until he could see your twitching hole.

Your breath caught as his thumb ghosted over your drippy entrance, but then it was gliding up along the cut of you until he was rubbing barely there circles along your clit. Your hips bucked as need consumed you and you started babbling for you weren’t even sure what. 

All you knew was that you wanted, so so much, and Curtis and Jake could give it to you.

They could give you everything. 

Mesmerized, you watched with wide eyes as Curtis’ head dipped low, his warm breath washing over your pussy and making you whine as Jake cooed at your pretty noises and caressed along your naked breasts. 

The first swipe of your alpha’s tongue along your cunt had you nearly catapulting off the bed, and you squealed as Jake chuckled and gripped your thighs tighter, spreading your legs open just a little bit wider as Curtis shot you a wink and then went to town.

He groaned at the taste of you, lapping along your glistening folds before his tongue was teasing along your clit and driving you wild. 

You had never felt such intense pleasure in your entire life. And if this is what pleasure felt like, you were pretty sure you’d never felt it at all. 

The overwhelming feeling continued to mount, so many sensations running rampant through your body, the most prevalent being the strange build up that throbbed in the core of you. 

With each swipe of Curtis’ tongue, with every tease of his fingers along your weeping, clenching hole, it felt like you were inching along, closer and closer to something you so desperately needed despite not really knowing what your body was seeking to begin with.

And then it hit you out of nowhere.

It felt like your body was erupting, your back bowing as you keened at the warm, tingly rush of ecstasy that flooded through you. Distantly you were aware of the way Jake was still holding you in place, cooing against your ear as Curtis purred from between your trembling thighs and rumbled a litany of praise as your body writhed and bucked. 

You were panting when you finally sagged back against the sheets, so beyond dazed as you gasped for breath and shivered as stray aftershocks sparked their way along your body. 

“You’re such a good girl,” Curtis husked as he rose up from between your legs and stretched out over you. “Such a good omega.”

The happy chirp sounded as faint and dazed as you still looked, and Jake and Curtis shared a grin as the beta shimmied out from behind you, nearly vibrating in anticipation as Curtis dropped a quick kiss to your lips before moving away.

Before your pout could even fully form at his departure, Jake was taking Curtis’ place atop you, his big, boyish grin softening as he got a good look at your fucked-out-without-even-being-fucked-yet state.

“You’re so pretty,” Jake breathed, his big hand cradling the side of your face as he ducked low and kissed you. 

Really kissed you.

Distantly, you hoped you were keeping up with the urgent, sinful press of his lips half as good as he was working his mouth against yours, but when his tongue snuck between your lips as he deepened the kiss, all your thoughts went quiet as you mewled and twined your arms around Jake’s neck and tugged him even closer. 

It was the most heady feeling you had ever experienced, having the breath stolen right from your lungs by Jake’s eager lips as you felt the heavy, warm gaze of Curtis just beside you both, enjoying the show.

The longer you and Jake drank from each other’s lips, the stronger his scent got. There was a spicy tang to it now–his arousal–that made your head spin in the best way as you also felt the evidence of his desire for you pressed hard and hot against your belly.

At last, when your little sips of air in between kisses became more and more desperate, Jake finally retreated from your mouth, gasping just as harshly as you were, but that still didn’t stop him or his perfect, pink lips from kissing a trail down the side of your throat.

His mouth tasted and teased along your shoulders before he was finally licking at one of your hard, achy nipples, groaning against your chest as he took a moment to just face plant between your tits as his big hands groped them and pressed them around his face.

“Love boobs so much!” his muffled exclamation made you giggle.

He popped his head up at the sweet sound, giving you an abashed smile before his features went determined and he was once again kissing all along your chest, worshiping every inch of you he could reach as he continued his descent down your body.

You started to squirm when his mouth reached your belly, whining softly as your hand shot out and your fingers gripped Jake’s short, soft hair.

His eyes flickered up to meet yours as he pressed the gentlest kiss against your lower belly before skimming his lips even lower, until he was warming your mound with his hot breath.

“Please,” you begged softly, spreading your legs in offering and so needy for that rush of bliss that Curtis had so masterfully bestowed upon you just a short while ago.

Jake glanced sideways at Curtis, who was starting to shift restlessly now, his alpha scent overtaking the cocktail of yours and Jake’s own scents. Winking at the other man, Jake took a moment to press one final kiss to your swollen clit, giving it a firm lick for good measure before he was moving away and you were pouting in earnest.

“Think what you really need is our alpha’s knot, pretty omega,” Jake winked at you.

Before you could even think of a reply, Curtis was once again settling over you, his big, warm body taking up residence between your sprawled legs and making your eyes go wide with just how intently–how hungrily–he was eyeing you up.

You didn’t think you’d ever been looked at like that before, so all you could do was blink owlishly as Curtis’ handsome face hovered over your own. Then your eyes were fluttering shut as he dipped low to kiss you. Your alpha kissed you just as expertly as he had worked the warm, wet place between your legs, and he didn’t pull away until you were desperately gasping for breath against his lips.

You didn’t resist as Curtis sat back and gently turned you onto your belly. “Present for me, sweetheart,” he directed, and your body was following his instructions despite the way your mind was still foggy and sluggish and playing catch up from all of their attention.

“Yeah, there you go, omega,” Curtis purred, as you perched on all fours, albeit a little wobbly. He took a moment to completely undress, before his big hand circled the back of your neck and guided your head down so your warm cheek pressed against the soft, rumpled blanket. 

“Relax for me, pretty girl,” he murmured against your ear, big hand gliding down the length of your spine as he settled behind you. He gripped his hard cock in his hand, giving himself a few, slow pumps as Jake scrambled up beside him and shed his own clothes before resuming his spot and gazing at his alpha’s cock with a hungry look in his eye. 

Smirking, Curtis kept his free hand on the curve of your ass, warming your skin and letting you feel he was close as he turned to Jake. He released his cock in lieu of collaring the back of Jake’s neck and reeling him closer. Humming, he kissed his beta breathless, until he was swallowing Jake’s whine and pulling away with a grin. 

“Get me wet and ready for her, beta,” Curtis murmured. 

Moaning, Jake dipped low, eagerly taking Curtis’ cock in his mouth. His head bobbed a few times, hand gripping the base of Curtis’ cock and squeezing as the obscene sound of Curtis fucking Jake’s throat rose up around you all. 

Curtis groaned, tipping his head back and allowing himself a final hard rut into his beta’s throat before gently pulling away from Jake. “So good to me, bub,” he husked, caressing Jake’s ruddy cheek before he was once again settling behind you.

“Ready for me, sweetheart?” Curtis asked you, both hands smoothing over your ass cheeks and tugging them apart to reveal the glistening folds of your cunt.

“Yes, alpha,” you murmured, still sounding floaty as fuck.

And then you were nearly choking on a sharp gasp as you felt the rounded tip of Curtis’ cock line up with your entrance before he slowly started to push inside of you.

You moaned at the pressure, fisting the blankets on either side of you as Curtis patiently worked himself inside of your warm, tight pussy. 

“Fuck, omega, this cunt’s so tight,” he grunted as his hips retreated ever so slightly before he was surging back in again, just a little bit further than before.

You whined when it started to feel like too much, but then Jake was curling close to you, his big hand petting over your head as his lips pressed to your temple and he started to whisper an endless string of praise and adoration against your ear.

“You’re so pretty, omega,” he murmured. “So perfect for us. We’ve been waiting for you for so long, and now we finally have you, and you’re all ours. We’re gonna take such good care of you, pretty girl, just like you deserve. We’re gonna cherish you so much, forever.”

Feeling tears well, you reached for Jake’s hand, twining your fingers with his and giving a soft cry when Curtis finally bottomed out inside of you and went still, his big hands smoothing along your back as he purred behind you.

The first full retreat and thrust of his cock inside of you had you moaning, and then your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hung open as your alpha really started to fuck you. 

It felt amazing, feeling him so deep inside of you, where he belonged. This was what you were made for–taking your alpha’s cock, bringing him pleasure–and it was like every new rut of his hard length within the deepest depths of your body was another small act of validation that you were right where you were meant to be.

That familiar, desperate throbbing from before started to pulse in your core, and soon every thrust of Curtis’ had you moaning or whining or keening so pretty for them. 

When Jake’s hand worked its way beneath you and his fingers started rubbing your clit, you nearly screamed, distantly aware of the way you clenched so hard around Curtis’ cock that you made him grunt and snarl from the pleasure of it.

And then all the distant thoughts in your mind seemed to evaporate at once as you came. Pleasure rippled through every inch of your body as you tensed and clamped around your alpha’s cock. 

Curtis continued to fuck you through it, feeling your cunt flutter around him for a second time before you were nearly boneless before him. He pulled out and turned you over, sharing another amused grin with Jake at how pliant and floaty you were. 

Sitting back in the middle of the bed, Curtis pulled you into his lap and back on his hard, aching cock, his strong arms circling you and holding you safe and secure against him as he pounded up into your sweet body from below.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he panted, his dark eyes meeting Jake’s as he nodded. 

Jake joined the fray, plastering himself against your back as his hands snuck around your body so he could grope your tits.

“Ready to become ours forever, omega?” Curtis breathed as he gave another hard, deep rut inside you.

You blinked at him, uncomprehending at first, but then it was like your inner omega perked up instantly, and she knew what came next, her giddiness and elation making it click in your brain, too.

“Yes, alpha,” you breathed, your vision blurring with happy tears. 

Curtis’ intense look softened ever so slightly, and he took the time to kiss you again, gently despite the frantic, relentless thrusting of his cock inside you. Just as he pulled away, he groaned against your lips, shoving into you hard and lingering. 

You felt his cock throb and twitch inside of you, and then his seed warming your insides as your pussy fluttered wildly. A beat later, you gasped as Curtis tucked his face against the crook of your neck and sank his teeth into your mating gland.

Jake did the same on the other side of your neck, and it was like a jolt of electricity sparked in your core and zipped through the rest of you.

You shuddered between your alpha and beta, another orgasm tearing through you as your body writhed and trembled and you felt Curtis’ knot expand and stretch your cunt to capacity.

Whining, you sank against his sweaty chest, chirping softly at the way both men began to coo and rain kisses on every inch of you they could reach. 

You were barely functioning but so very, very happy by the time Curtis’ knot went down and he pulled out of you. Your half-lidded gaze followed him as he sank onto his side next to you, and then Jake was stretching out on top of you and earning your full attention. 

Your beta’s grin was big and boyish as he pet your head and kissed you thoroughly enough that he stole your breath away. 

“You look sleepy, sweet omega, so I’ll make it quick,” he murmured against your lips. “Just wanna feel you and fill you up, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered, gasping softly as Jake lined himself up and slid into you with ease. “Jake.”

“Ohhhh, fuck,” Jake groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he sank against you. “Youfeelsogood,” he breathed in a rush, dropping his forehead to yours as his hips started to move.

His cock wasn’t as long as Curtis’ but it was thicker, and you felt your body absolutely light up every time he eagerly shoved into you. Jake was frantic in his fucking of you, cradling you with his big, muscular arms as he rutted into you without pause, groaning and moaning against your lips as his hand snuck down between your bodies. 

It just took a bit of pressure from his fingers on your clit and the way Curtis teased, “Just wait until you take both our cocks at once,” to have you cumming again. 

Jake hissed as your pussy spasmed around him, his hips going harder and faster until he was following you over the edge and “Hnnnngh”ing against your sweaty cheek as he pumped you full of his cum.

You felt the bed shift as you laid beneath Jake, happy as a clam and half-asleep as he snuffled along your neck. Soon he was moving off of you and flopping beside you on the bed, his grin big and lazy as Curtis emerged from the connected bathroom with a couple of wet washcloths to clean you both up. 

“You did so well, omega,” he murmured as he gently cleaned the mess between your legs. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“Happy,” you answered before your brain caught up to his question.

Curtis’ smile was warm and tender as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, chuckling at the way Jake rolled closer to you and nuzzled along your temple. He took a moment to gently inspect the bondmarks on your neck before smoothing a hand over your head.

“Tomorrow we’ll have you bond us, but for now, I think we all need a good night’s sleep, how’s that sound?”

You nodded as your eyes grew heavier and heavier, pouting a little when both Curtis and Jake retreated from the bed to put on some pajamas. They worked together to dress you in a clean pair of panties and a thin sleep dress, and then you were thanking them both and watching them longingly as you slipped from the bed and sank to the floor beside it. 

“What are you doing?” Jake asked, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline as Curtis gave you a puzzled look. 

You blinked at both of them, just as confused. “Going to sleep?”

“Not on the floor you’re not,” Curtis told you firmly, gently gripping your arm and tugging you back to your feet. “Our bed is your bed now, too, omega.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, overwhelmed with emotion because you’d never had a real bed before, just a thin mattress to sleep on the pound floor where you had lived your whole life until now. 

“It is?” you asked, not resisting at all as Curtis urged you back into bed and toward the center of the mattress. You felt shy all of the sudden as your hand smoothed over the rumpled sheets and you asked, “It’s all of ours?”

“Everything we have is yours now, too,” Curtis said. “The bed, this house, everything. All of us.”

Your lower lip wobbled as Jake ducked into the closet before bounding back out again, his arms overflowing with brightly colored gifts for you. 

“We have stuff just for you, too!” he told you excitedly as he sat beside you. “Like these! I picked them out, do you like them?”

You hesitantly accepted the pillow and small throw blanket, hugging them to your chest as you breathed in their soft, clean scent that was also mixed with the familiar scents of your alpha and beta. “You got these for me?”

“Yeah,” Jake laughed, his blue eyes shimmering with warmth from behind his thin-rimmed glasses. 

“I love them,” you smiled, blinking back more happy tears as Curtis slid into bed on your other side. “Thank you so much!”

You watched as they each arranged their own pillows on the outsides of the bed before watching you carefully place your own pillow between theirs as you hugged your new blanket to your chest. 

Curtis turned out the bedside lamp, and they both shifted closer, until you were happily snuggled between them, exhaustion finally winning out as the quiet murmurs of your new alpha and beta lulled you to sleep in no time at all, a small smile curling your lips and your heart so very, very content. 

“Not that I’m complaining about how we spent our first night together,” Curtis whispered to Jake as he watched you sleep between them, “but we need to make sure we make her feel loved, not just desired.”

“Why not both?” Jake grinned, waggling his eyebrows.

Curtis shot him a look, but it was more softly amused than anything before he was going serious again. “She has a sweet heart, Jake, like you. I just want to make sure we protect it at all costs. She’s had a hard life, and now she has us.”

“Yeah she does,” a dopey grin curled Jake’s lips as he shifted even closer to you. He watched you for a beat before his gaze lifted to Curtis’. “I’ll make sure to tone down the wanting to jump her bones 24/7.”

Curtis cracked a grin. “I don’t think she’d complain, but I just want to make sure that’s not all we’re communicating. I don’t want her to feel used or like that’s all we want from her.”

Jake’s grin went soft, his eyes warm as he watched Curtis before murmuring, “You’re a good alpha.”

Carefully leaning over you, Curtis pressed a soft kiss to Jake’s lips before fondly ruffling his hair. “Goodnight, bub,” he whispered before settling on your other side.

“Night,” Jake whispered back. Then he placed the gentlest kiss ever to your head, unable to resist shooting Curtis one last ecstatic smile before finally settling down beside you and falling asleep nearly as quickly as you did.

For a few moments, Curtis laid awake, listening to your slow, even breaths, and Jake’s too. Just beneath the surface, he could feel the proud, satisfied content of his inner alpha, so pleased at last now that his pack was complete. 

Curtis leaned into his alpha’s content–his content–allowing the soft, peaceful sound of you and Jake breathing beside him to pull him under into the deepest depths of sleep, as a small, happy smile curled his lips.

I’d like to give a big shout out and lots of love to my sweet Bee for sharing that idea of Omega being so 🥺 at the idea of their bed being her bed now + Jake so happily presenting her with her sleepy girl things!! You’re the best, my cherished friend ❤️

If you enjoyed this chapter, please take a moment to drop me a reblog, comment, or ask. It really helps to keep my muse inspired when y’all screech at me!! 

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#curtis everett #jake jensen #curtis everett x reader x jake jensen #verse: pound town #stargazingfangirl18

[precious1610]

Oh gosh yes! This!

i think a bonus of being an international fan is that all the chaos typically happens early moning and we then have the rest of the day to process and nothing much else happens because the US is asleep and when the chaos does happen again its near the end of the day for us so we've had ample time to process and prepare

[precious1610]

Oh hell nooo! But maybe Andy and Ari could make room for her? I mean, they are two alphas… and… they can’t claim their omega both… so… what about a second one?

pound town ransom better not give his omega away 😭😭😭😭😭😭

#verse: pound town #stargazingfangirl18

[precious1610]

I really don’t mind whatever series this is because DAMN! 🥵 I am just hoping it’s Boston Bears 😭 because I love these two 😭

Sneak Peak

That was until you squirmed in your sleep, pulling a groan from Chris as your ass rubbed against his crotch causing all his blood to travel south. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. It didn’t help though as you did it again and then once more. It was only when Chris felt your chest shuddering that he realised you weren’t asleep at all. Shifting up onto his elbow his suspicions were confirmed when he saw you biting back a smile. “You little devil” he chuckled wrapping his arms around you tightly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said with a false tiredness in your voice. “Oh, so you don’t need a taste of your own medicine?” Chris smirked as he moved his hand up so his fingertips brushed over the underside of your breasts. Your breath hitched as he teased you “No…” you muttered.

Can you guess the series?????

[precious1610]

Siri! What are you doing to me? You broke my heart more than once in this chapter. This poor poor reader! And Ransom! Both! My god! I… need to cry for an hour. I hope they find their way to forgive themselves and each other and heal each other! I hope Ransom can help reader to find her place in this world. Does she even have a birth certificate?! (Do I work in the legal system or not.🤣) GOSH HIS PARENTS! I would hope the would be sorry but… Hahahaha let’s not kid ourselves.

Wild & Free: Chapter 2

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4,343 Summary: You reunite with your only friend. Warnings: Explicit language. Reference to: drinking, drug use, self-destructive behavior, rehab, shitty family, captivity and abuse, and bad parenting/grandparenting. Angst. Innocent, kind of raised in the wild vibes!Reader. Cranky, self-loathing!Ransom. 

A/N: These two live rent free in my hoe brain tbh. If you’re new to this story, be sure to check out the first chapter! I hope you enjoy this installment, and I encourage you to please take a moment to leave a reblog or comment once you finish reading! Thank you so much! ❤️

Your eyes were as wide as dinner plates as you stepped into the kitchen, your mouth dropping open as you glanced around. 

It was so big! So nice and so warm and so clean. 

And it hit you quite suddenly, how filthy you were. 

You frowned as you glanced down at yourself. Your old, worn dress was still wet and caked in dirt, and your bare, muddy feet were leaving dirty footprints all over the otherwise pristine floor. 

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your eyes welling with tears of shame as you hugged yourself tightly, your shoulders hunching as you curled in on yourself.

"It's fine," Ransom said, watching you for a moment before he continued, "You can use one of the guest bathrooms to shower. Come on."

You peeked up at him as he gestured for you to follow him before he turned and led you through the large, dimly lit manor. Your eyes stayed big and curious as you tried to take in every detail of the space around you, marveling at how gigantic it was–overwhelmingly so–as well as all the different items, portraits, and decorations that filled the manor.

Soon you were following Ransom into a large guest bedroom on the second floor, careful to walk on the hardwood instead of the immaculate white throw rug taking up much of the space. 

"Bathroom's through there," he waved a hand toward the door that was ajar and the dark room beyond. "There should be soap and towels and everything you need to get cleaned up."

You blinked at him, overwhelmed, not knowing what any of those things were, but the tense lines in Ransom's handsome face had you suppressing your questions, worried that you would make him mad. So you just nodded and scurried into the bathroom before just standing there in the dark. 

After a long, awkward beat, you heard Ransom sigh behind you before he joined you in the small space, reaching for a switch on the wall and flipping on the lights. 

You winced at the sudden brightness, blinking owlishly as you glanced around the room that was done up in all bright whites and grays and that looked just as sparkling and beautiful as the rest of the house that you had seen so far.

"Here's a spare toothbrush and toothpaste," Ransom said, rifling around in one of the drawers before setting said items out for you beside the sink. 

Those things you were familiar with, as grammy had brought them to you every so often so you could keep your teeth strong and clean and they didn't need to hear you whine about any pain or issues over the years.

Next, Ransom pulled a fluffy, folded bundle from the cabinet beside the sink and set it on the edge of the counter for you. 

He waved you toward the large glass encased shower, "It's all yours."

But when you just glanced between him and the shower, your brows furrowing in confusion as you swallowed nervously and didn't move an inch–clearly unsure of what to do next–Ransom huffed, hands dropping to his hips as he cocked his head and gave you an annoyed look.

“You’re acting like you’ve never showered before," he snapped in frustration.

You winced at his tone, blinking back tears as you admitted, “I haven’t.”

Ransom's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he just stared at you for a moment before his features softened as he asked, “They never let you out of the shed? Not once? In all those years?”

You shook your head. “Grammy would bring a bucket of water and a cloth so I could clean, but this is the first time I’ve been…" you struggled for the words before finally settling on, "Not there.”

“And you immediately came here?” Ransom gaped at you.

“Just like you told me to," your lips curled into a small, proud smile. "I remembered this whole time, what you said."

Ransom swallowed, raking a hand through his hair, glancing away for a long moment–like he needed a beat to comprehend what you were telling him–before his gaze returned to you. “How did you get out?”

“Poppy, he was so mad and he…” your voice quavered, your vision blurring with tears as you whispered, “He died. And grammy’s gone, too. Just me now.”

"Jesus," Ransom muttered, just watching you and observing how you were starting to fidget and curl in on yourself again. "Okay, let's just get you cleaned up, alright?"

When you nodded quickly–grateful to move on from that line of questioning–Ransom turned to the shower and showed you the different nozzles.

"This one's hot water, this one's cold, you can adjust them however you like." He turned the water on, glancing over at you as you jumped and squeaked in surprise as the showerhead burst to life and rained down clean water in a loud rush.

"Oh!" You scurried closer, peeking around him in wonder and hesitantly sticking your hand beneath the stream of water. "It's so hot!"

"Too hot?" he asked, noting how your hand quickly recoiled. He adjusted the temperature until it was slightly cooler, his gaze dipping to your dress. "You can just leave your dress on the floor. I'll have the housekeeper trash it tomorrow and we can get you some new clothes. In the meantime, I'll find you something to sleep in, okay?"

"Okay!" you answered quickly, not really paying attention to what he was saying as you hesitantly stuck your hand back into the stream of water, making a noise of wonder. 

"Okay," Ransom chuckled, earning your attention then–and an abashed smile–as he moved past you. 

You watched as he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

Your smile faded as you realized you were all by yourself now–again–and in an unfamiliar space no less. Desperate to rejoin Ransom–to not be alone–you hurried to undress and stepped into the shower, gasping in delight at the warm spray of water and how good it felt on your cold, achy body.

You read the bottles of the products lining the in-shower shelves, using a few of them and in awe at how nice they smelled and how soft they made your skin feel. 

After a while, you were fumbling with the shower nozzles, clean as a whistle as you turned off the water and just stood there dripping for a moment. 

You stopped at the sink long enough to use the toothbrush and toothpaste, then once you figured out how to use the faucet and nozzles, you drank some cold water before returning to the bedroom. 

It wasn't as big as some of the other rooms in the manor, but it was so nice! The bed was huge and piled high with soft, luxurious linens and pillows that you couldn't help but touch. 

At the foot of the bed was a small pile of clothes, and you touched those too as you walked by before leaving the room and retracing the route Ransom had taken earlier so you could go and find him. 

Ransom wiped up the last of your muddy footprints from the kitchen floor before throwing away the dirty paper towels, and then he just stared down at the closed silver trash can, unseeing as he tried to remember the last time he actually cleaned up anything himself. 

He literally couldn't recall. His entire life, his family had employed help to clean up and cook and take care of them and their various homes.

Meanwhile you had been locked in that shed like an animal for your entire life.

Ransom planted his big hands on the edge of the marble countertop, sagging against it as he closed his eyes and tried not to drown in the guilt and shame that was eating him alive.

How could he forget about you?

How could he have done nothing and just left you to that awful fate?

It didn't matter that he had tried to tell his parents about you and they had done nothing, at the end of the day, he had failed in his measly attempt to help you.

And then he had been whisked away by his parents, back home to the city, leaving you behind and stuffing the memories of you–and the distress that came with them–down so deep he didn't even know they were there.

It was finally starting to make sense, why he endlessly sought escape through drugs and alcohol. He had always thought it was to escape his family–drown out their constant noise and disappointment–and some of it was because of that.

But Ransom was starting to think that maybe, on some level, he had been punishing himself. 

He just didn't know why until now.

Ransom was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of quiet shuffling behind him, and when he straightened and turned around, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in shock.

Because you were standing in the kitchen doorway, shivering, dripping wet, and completely naked.

Ransom just gaped at you a moment, his mouth hanging open as his dark blue eyes trailed over the length of you from head to toe. 

It was obvious that you were malnourished, but despite that–despite the life you had lived, if it could even be called that–you were beautiful, and your eyes were still so bright and kind as your lips tilted into a smile as you met his gaze.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, something in his chest clenching at the soft, happy way you were looking at him–a way he didn't deserve, not after what he did to you–but he quickly shook it off. 

Before he could rein himself in, his discomfort got the best of him, and Ransom was snapping at you with a narrowed gaze. "Jesus, what the fuck are you doing?"

You cowered at his harsh tone, your smile falling away as you hugged yourself tightly and whispered, "Sorry?"

"Why aren't you wearing the clothes I left out for you?" Ransom huffed as he rounded the kitchen isle and moved toward you.

Your look was part puzzled, part surprised as you gaped at him. "For me?"

He blinked at your confusion, suddenly realizing that you probably weren't used to receiving things. Averting his wandering gaze from your body–and feeling pissed at himself for even looking–Ransom stormed past you and back upstairs to the guest bedroom.

He was confident that you would follow him, and you did, trotting after him as he swept into the room, then the bathroom, grabbing the towel from the counter before returning and holding it out to you. "Dry off."

You were like a deer in headlights, and Ransom could see it written all over your face, that you were perplexed by what he was asking of you. Still, you tentatively took the towel and just held it against your chest, unsure of what to do next but too afraid to ask as you stared at him. 

And then suddenly, you were chirping softly, your eyes going big as you realized the towel was so soft and fluffy. You hugged it against you, rubbing your cheek along the material, and you looked so fucking sweet and amazed that Ransom felt all of his frustration instantly melt away.

How could he be annoyed with you? 

It truly seemed an impossible feat, especially as he watched you bury your face in the towel and cling to it like it was some kind of cherished stuffed animal or pet or something.

Heaving another sigh, Ransom patiently explained how to dry off, his gaze pointedly focused elsewhere as you did what he instructed.

"Put these on," he said next, scooping up the spare clothes from the foot of the bed and handing them off to you. Again, he kept his eyes averted before you were breathing a quiet, awe-filled "Thank you." that had him finally looking back your way. 

You were swimming in the sweatshirt and joggers he had lent you, and Ransom tried his best to squash the primal kind of awareness that was rising up in him at seeing you dressed in his clothes.

It helped that you beamed up at him, so sweet and innocent as you spoke another grateful little, "Thank you!" And how you kept smoothing your hands down the front of the sweatshirt, murmuring to yourself, "So soft and clean!"

When your stomach growled loud enough to startle you, making you squeak and jump as you shot him a wide-eyed look before dropping your gaze to the floor in embarrassment, Ransom chuckled, so fucking charmed by you.

"You hungry?" he asked, waiting until you peeked up at him and nodded shyly before moving past you. "Come on, I'm no chef–and she comes tomorrow–but I'm sure we can find something to tide you over."

And back down to the kitchen you both went. 

You stood awkwardly in the doorway of the kitchen, unsure of what to do with yourself as Ransom rooted around in the cabinets before moving to a huge, silver box at the end of the counter, opening its doors, and doing the same. 

Your curiosity got the better of you, and you couldn't help but ask, "What's that?" as you gazed at the silver box, trying to see around Ransom to its brightly lit contents.

He glanced over his shoulder at you, lips twitching at your inquisitive look as you stared at the fridge, explaining, "It's a refrigerator. It's a kitchen appliance that keeps food cold and fresh." He pulled a few things free, gently tapping the bottom drawer of the fridge with his foot since his hands were full as he told you, "And that's the freezer. Freezes things, makes them cold as ice so they last longer."

"Oh."

Closing the fridge, Ransom turned toward the isle and placed down a small haul of items, his eyes flickering to you as he frowned at the way you were just standing in the doorway, fidgeting nervously.

"Have a seat," he gestured to one of the stools on the other side of the isle counter, waiting until you tentatively made your way closer before turning away to pull a plate from the cabinets and a knife from a drawer. 

Your throat jumped on an apprehensive swallow as you stood beside the stool across from Ransom, your brows furrowed in trepidation as you asked, "I can sit here? On the nice chair?"

You smoothed your hand over the soft microfiber material of the seat, humming a little at how nice it felt as you glanced up at Ransom.

He blinked at you, processing your question–your hesitancy to use the furniture–before his features softened. "Yes, you can sit there."

"Thank you," you grinned, carefully climbing onto the stool and folding your hands in your lap as you sat still and watched him.

Ransom nodded, quickly making some sort of sandwich as you observed, and then he set the plate in front of you. 

You perked up in your seat, your stomach growling non stop now and your mouth watering, because it had been days since you last ate anything, and you were starving.

But still, you waited for Ransom's permission to dig in, watching in amazement as he used a device on the front of the refrigerator to fill a tall glass with water before placing it in front of you.

He just watched expectantly as your gaze flickered between him and the sandwich, his brows furrowing in confusion before he realized what was going on. 

"Go on, eat," he encouraged, his eyes sad as he watched you nod eagerly before picking up half of the sandwich.

Your gaze flickered to Ransom's before you took a bite, and you chewed slowly, humming your delight as the salty-sweet flavors burst all along your tastebuds. The flavor was so familiar, and it took you a moment to realize that Ransom had made you a PB&J sandwich, just like he had when you were children and he came to visit you all those years ago.

Something about that realization, and those memories, and the fact that you were now here–free and with him–hit you hard, and you burst into tears as so many mixed emotions rose within you at once. 

Sadness and relief, gratitude and disbelief all warring within you–consuming you–as you set down your sandwich and covered your mouth with your hand as you sobbed. 

There was a long, awkward moment where you just sat there, shaking as you cried, lost to the maelstrom of your feelings–beside yourself and so overwhelmed–and then Ransom's warm, musky scent filled your nose before he hesitantly touched your shoulder and began rubbing your arm to console you.

Another sob hitched in your chest, and it was instinctual, the way you turned and sank against his chest, seeking comfort from the one and only person who had ever been kind to you.

Ransom was rigid against you at first, but his stance softened the longer he held you, his chin knocking against the crown of your head as he murmured, "It's okay." His big hand pressed between your shoulder blades, a soothing weight, as he shushed you. "You're okay now, I promise."

Your unexpected watery giggle had him stilling, and he stayed close, holding you loosely as you pulled away, sniffling and wiping away your tears. 

"Pinky promise?" you quavered, holding up your pinky.

The smile that broke out across Ransom's face at the familiar exchange from a lifetime ago was beautiful–and it instantly quelled the turmoil within you–his eyes warming as his cheeks glowed with a rosy flush and he nodded. 

"Yeah, pinky promise," he chuckled, curling his pinky around yours and giving it a shake. After a long moment of watching you gather yourself, he stepped away, nudging your plate closer to you as he said, "Come on, finish eating, I'm sure you're starving."

You nodded, devouring your sandwich in record time, humming and wiggling in your seat, thoroughly enjoying the yummy taste the entire time as Ransom watched you in amusement. 

Just as you finished your first sandwich, he placed another on your plate, smiling as you chirped your gratitude before scarfing down that one, too. 

When you finished, you drank down half your glass of water in one go, feeling exhaustion start to lap at you as you blinked over at Ransom, who was watching you with warm, twinkling eyes.

"You're kind of a disaster, you know?" he teased, reaching for a nearby napkin and stepping up beside you to wipe stray jelly from your cheek.

Despite his words, his tone was fond, and you leaned into Ransom's soft touch. You were desperate for it, having gone so long without such a gentle kindness or physical contact that wasn't a violent punishment.

Once he set the napkin aside, Ransom remained close, watching as your small hands smoothed over the front of his sweater then up along his broad shoulders. Your touch was innocent–inquisitive–your eyes, although drooping with fatigue sparkling with wonder and appreciation as you pet along the soft material of his shirt.

Soon your admiration for his sweater shifted to admiration of him, your gaze lifting to Ransom's, unwavering as you said, “You got so big and strong!" Your lips twisted into a slight frown as you watched him, raising your hand to cradle the side of his face as you whispered, "Your eyes are the same though, so pretty, but so sad now, too."

A slight grimace flickered over Ransom's features, but then his lips were curling into a small smile as he looked you over in return. “You’ve grown up quite a bit yourself.”

You returned his smile with one of your own, blinking at him sleepily before you reached for him. Your fingers curled into the front of his sweater and you tugged him closer, whispering, "I missed you."

Ransom swayed near–against you–not resisting as you pressed your face against his chest and just took a moment to breathe him in. There was an unfamiliar feeling rising up within you the longer you remained in Ransom's loose embrace, and it was something so foreign to you that it took you a moment to place what exactly it was.

Safety.

Ransom made you feel safe.

You sank against him even more at the realization–trying to soak it all in, and desperately so–gripping his sweater tighter as you blinked back a fresh wave of tears, because you never thought you'd feel this way, not in your wildest dreams. 

Ransom's amused voice and gentle touch as he rubbed your back snapped you back into the present moment as he asked, "Did you fall asleep on me?"

His amusement lingered as you gave him an abashed smile. Your eyes drooped with exhaustion as you whispered, "Sleepy."

"Yeah, it's been a long, crazy day, huh?"

You nodded. 

"Okay, let's get you to bed then."

Ransom stepped back, waiting for you to slip from your seat. You followed him back upstairs, yawning as you padded behind him, trying to cover it with your hand as he stood at the doorway of the guest room and ushered you inside. 

"My room's all the way at the other end of the hall, past the staircase, if you need me," He gestured behind him. "The staff should arrive first thing in the morning, so if you wake up before me and want some food or coffee or something, just ask the chef."

You were too tired to ask what coffee was, but you were suddenly more alert when Ransom took a step back to retreat. You darted toward him, your eyes going big and scared as you asked, "You're leaving?"

"Not leaving," he told you, "Just going to my bedroom to sleep."

You swallowed, looking distraught as you wrung your hands before you. "Not leaving? Like before?"

Ransom's features softened as he stepped into your room and closed the distance between you. His hands cupped your upper arms as he ducked his face close, his expression–and eyes–so earnest as he said, "I'm not leaving, I promise."

You automatically held up your pinky in expectation at his words, and Ransom huffed a laugh.

"Pinky promise," he told you as he curled his pinky around yours.

"Okay," you still looked worried as you stepped away, frowning a little before another yawn broke free and your tiredness won out over your apprehension.

You sank to the floor, your hand running over the soft texture of the rug beneath you before you went to curl up on your side, but Ransom's voice stopped you. 

"What are you doing?"

You glanced up at him, lips pursing in confusion. "Sleeping."

"That's what the bed is for," he said, moving around you and pulling some of the decorative pillows from the bed and tossing them aside. He pulled back the thick comforter before stepping back and gesturing for you to climb in. 

You felt another lump rising in your throat as you stared at the bed. 

You'd never slept in a bed before. You'd spent your entire life sleeping on the floor of the shed, considering yourself lucky when you had a spare, worn blanket to help shield you from the cold elements during the winter months. 

"For me?" you trembled, pulling your tearful gaze from the bed to glance at Ransom. "I can sleep there?"

"Of course you can, it's a guest bedroom and you're my guest."

"I am?"

"Yeah," Ransom laughed, "Now tuck in, it's late and we're both exhausted."

You scrambled into the bed, quietly squealing at how soft it was. You tugged the comforter up to your chin and sank back against the luxurious pillows, wriggling around, your eyes big and brimming with happy tears as you breathed, "It's so soft! And warm!"

"That's kind of the point," Ransom grinned.

“Thank you, thank you!” you told him, dipping your nose to the comforter and inhaling the soft clean scent. "Such a good friend!"

"Eh, these days, I'm not really the friend type," Ransom replied before he could think better of it.

Your face fell, your lower lip wobbling as you whispered, "Oh."

A look of panic flickered over Ransom's face, and then he was clearing his throat, glancing away as he replied, "But I suppose, I can make an exception for you."

Your dejected look instantly melted away as you perked up, giving him the sweetest look of hope ever as you asked, "So…friends?"

"Sure," he shrugged. "Friends."

You were launching yourself from the bed before you realized it, overcome with joy and hugging Ransom tight as you thanked him over and over again. 

"Okay, you're welcome, Jesus, calm down, you little ball of gratitude," he muttered, giving you a squeeze before corralling you back into bed. "Sweet dreams or whatever."

He turned to leave but paused in the doorway when you called his name. 

"Ransom?"

He glanced back at you. "Yeah?"

"Thank you for protecting me," you smiled. 

He just watched you for a beat, looking strangely sad before he mustered a smile and murmured, "You're welcome. Good night."

"Good night!" you echoed back at him, watching as Ransom stepped from your room and switched off the light before pulling the door shut. 

Still smiling, you settled back against the perfectly fluffy pillows, hugging the thick comforter around you and feeling like you were living an actual dream, one of the many fantasies you had conjured up over the years to help you escape your harsh reality.

When you finally fell asleep just a few moments later, safe and cozy in bed for the first time in your life, your dreams were so much better than your fantasies had ever been.

You dreamed of a new reality, of a life where you were free and happy and loved, and Ransom was there with you the entire time, his big hand holding yours tight as he kept you close–right beside him–where you belonged.

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Wild & Free: Chapter 2

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4,343 Summary: You reunite with your only friend. Warnings: Explicit language. Reference to: drinking, drug use, self-destructive behavior, rehab, shitty family, captivity and abuse, and bad parenting/grandparenting. Angst. Innocent, kind of raised in the wild vibes!Reader. Cranky, self-loathing!Ransom. 

A/N: These two live rent free in my hoe brain tbh. If you’re new to this story, be sure to check out the first chapter! I hope you enjoy this installment, and I encourage you to please take a moment to leave a reblog or comment once you finish reading! Thank you so much! ❤️

Your eyes were as wide as dinner plates as you stepped into the kitchen, your mouth dropping open as you glanced around. 

It was so big! So nice and so warm and so clean. 

And it hit you quite suddenly, how filthy you were. 

You frowned as you glanced down at yourself. Your old, worn dress was still wet and caked in dirt, and your bare, muddy feet were leaving dirty footprints all over the otherwise pristine floor. 

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your eyes welling with tears of shame as you hugged yourself tightly, your shoulders hunching as you curled in on yourself.

"It's fine," Ransom said, watching you for a moment before he continued, "You can use one of the guest bathrooms to shower. Come on."

You peeked up at him as he gestured for you to follow him before he turned and led you through the large, dimly lit manor. Your eyes stayed big and curious as you tried to take in every detail of the space around you, marveling at how gigantic it was–overwhelmingly so–as well as all the different items, portraits, and decorations that filled the manor.

Soon you were following Ransom into a large guest bedroom on the second floor, careful to walk on the hardwood instead of the immaculate white throw rug taking up much of the space. 

"Bathroom's through there," he waved a hand toward the door that was ajar and the dark room beyond. "There should be soap and towels and everything you need to get cleaned up."

You blinked at him, overwhelmed, not knowing what any of those things were, but the tense lines in Ransom's handsome face had you suppressing your questions, worried that you would make him mad. So you just nodded and scurried into the bathroom before just standing there in the dark. 

After a long, awkward beat, you heard Ransom sigh behind you before he joined you in the small space, reaching for a switch on the wall and flipping on the lights. 

You winced at the sudden brightness, blinking owlishly as you glanced around the room that was done up in all bright whites and grays and that looked just as sparkling and beautiful as the rest of the house that you had seen so far.

"Here's a spare toothbrush and toothpaste," Ransom said, rifling around in one of the drawers before setting said items out for you beside the sink. 

Those things you were familiar with, as grammy had brought them to you every so often so you could keep your teeth strong and clean and they didn't need to hear you whine about any pain or issues over the years.

Next, Ransom pulled a fluffy, folded bundle from the cabinet beside the sink and set it on the edge of the counter for you. 

He waved you toward the large glass encased shower, "It's all yours."

But when you just glanced between him and the shower, your brows furrowing in confusion as you swallowed nervously and didn't move an inch–clearly unsure of what to do next–Ransom huffed, hands dropping to his hips as he cocked his head and gave you an annoyed look.

“You’re acting like you’ve never showered before," he snapped in frustration.

You winced at his tone, blinking back tears as you admitted, “I haven’t.”

Ransom's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he just stared at you for a moment before his features softened as he asked, “They never let you out of the shed? Not once? In all those years?”

You shook your head. “Grammy would bring a bucket of water and a cloth so I could clean, but this is the first time I’ve been…" you struggled for the words before finally settling on, "Not there.”

“And you immediately came here?” Ransom gaped at you.

“Just like you told me to," your lips curled into a small, proud smile. "I remembered this whole time, what you said."

Ransom swallowed, raking a hand through his hair, glancing away for a long moment–like he needed a beat to comprehend what you were telling him–before his gaze returned to you. “How did you get out?”

“Poppy, he was so mad and he…” your voice quavered, your vision blurring with tears as you whispered, “He died. And grammy’s gone, too. Just me now.”

"Jesus," Ransom muttered, just watching you and observing how you were starting to fidget and curl in on yourself again. "Okay, let's just get you cleaned up, alright?"

When you nodded quickly–grateful to move on from that line of questioning–Ransom turned to the shower and showed you the different nozzles.

"This one's hot water, this one's cold, you can adjust them however you like." He turned the water on, glancing over at you as you jumped and squeaked in surprise as the showerhead burst to life and rained down clean water in a loud rush.

"Oh!" You scurried closer, peeking around him in wonder and hesitantly sticking your hand beneath the stream of water. "It's so hot!"

"Too hot?" he asked, noting how your hand quickly recoiled. He adjusted the temperature until it was slightly cooler, his gaze dipping to your dress. "You can just leave your dress on the floor. I'll have the housekeeper trash it tomorrow and we can get you some new clothes. In the meantime, I'll find you something to sleep in, okay?"

"Okay!" you answered quickly, not really paying attention to what he was saying as you hesitantly stuck your hand back into the stream of water, making a noise of wonder. 

"Okay," Ransom chuckled, earning your attention then–and an abashed smile–as he moved past you. 

You watched as he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

Your smile faded as you realized you were all by yourself now–again–and in an unfamiliar space no less. Desperate to rejoin Ransom–to not be alone–you hurried to undress and stepped into the shower, gasping in delight at the warm spray of water and how good it felt on your cold, achy body.

You read the bottles of the products lining the in-shower shelves, using a few of them and in awe at how nice they smelled and how soft they made your skin feel. 

After a while, you were fumbling with the shower nozzles, clean as a whistle as you turned off the water and just stood there dripping for a moment. 

You stopped at the sink long enough to use the toothbrush and toothpaste, then once you figured out how to use the faucet and nozzles, you drank some cold water before returning to the bedroom. 

It wasn't as big as some of the other rooms in the manor, but it was so nice! The bed was huge and piled high with soft, luxurious linens and pillows that you couldn't help but touch. 

At the foot of the bed was a small pile of clothes, and you touched those too as you walked by before leaving the room and retracing the route Ransom had taken earlier so you could go and find him. 

Ransom wiped up the last of your muddy footprints from the kitchen floor before throwing away the dirty paper towels, and then he just stared down at the closed silver trash can, unseeing as he tried to remember the last time he actually cleaned up anything himself. 

He literally couldn't recall. His entire life, his family had employed help to clean up and cook and take care of them and their various homes.

Meanwhile you had been locked in that shed like an animal for your entire life.

Ransom planted his big hands on the edge of the marble countertop, sagging against it as he closed his eyes and tried not to drown in the guilt and shame that was eating him alive.

How could he forget about you?

How could he have done nothing and just left you to that awful fate?

It didn't matter that he had tried to tell his parents about you and they had done nothing, at the end of the day, he had failed in his measly attempt to help you.

And then he had been whisked away by his parents, back home to the city, leaving you behind and stuffing the memories of you–and the distress that came with them–down so deep he didn't even know they were there.

It was finally starting to make sense, why he endlessly sought escape through drugs and alcohol. He had always thought it was to escape his family–drown out their constant noise and disappointment–and some of it was because of that.

But Ransom was starting to think that maybe, on some level, he had been punishing himself. 

He just didn't know why until now.

Ransom was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of quiet shuffling behind him, and when he straightened and turned around, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in shock.

Because you were standing in the kitchen doorway, shivering, dripping wet, and completely naked.

Ransom just gaped at you a moment, his mouth hanging open as his dark blue eyes trailed over the length of you from head to toe. 

It was obvious that you were malnourished, but despite that–despite the life you had lived, if it could even be called that–you were beautiful, and your eyes were still so bright and kind as your lips tilted into a smile as you met his gaze.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, something in his chest clenching at the soft, happy way you were looking at him–a way he didn't deserve, not after what he did to you–but he quickly shook it off. 

Before he could rein himself in, his discomfort got the best of him, and Ransom was snapping at you with a narrowed gaze. "Jesus, what the fuck are you doing?"

You cowered at his harsh tone, your smile falling away as you hugged yourself tightly and whispered, "Sorry?"

"Why aren't you wearing the clothes I left out for you?" Ransom huffed as he rounded the kitchen isle and moved toward you.

Your look was part puzzled, part surprised as you gaped at him. "For me?"

He blinked at your confusion, suddenly realizing that you probably weren't used to receiving things. Averting his wandering gaze from your body–and feeling pissed at himself for even looking–Ransom stormed past you and back upstairs to the guest bedroom.

He was confident that you would follow him, and you did, trotting after him as he swept into the room, then the bathroom, grabbing the towel from the counter before returning and holding it out to you. "Dry off."

You were like a deer in headlights, and Ransom could see it written all over your face, that you were perplexed by what he was asking of you. Still, you tentatively took the towel and just held it against your chest, unsure of what to do next but too afraid to ask as you stared at him. 

And then suddenly, you were chirping softly, your eyes going big as you realized the towel was so soft and fluffy. You hugged it against you, rubbing your cheek along the material, and you looked so fucking sweet and amazed that Ransom felt all of his frustration instantly melt away.

How could he be annoyed with you? 

It truly seemed an impossible feat, especially as he watched you bury your face in the towel and cling to it like it was some kind of cherished stuffed animal or pet or something.

Heaving another sigh, Ransom patiently explained how to dry off, his gaze pointedly focused elsewhere as you did what he instructed.

"Put these on," he said next, scooping up the spare clothes from the foot of the bed and handing them off to you. Again, he kept his eyes averted before you were breathing a quiet, awe-filled "Thank you." that had him finally looking back your way. 

You were swimming in the sweatshirt and joggers he had lent you, and Ransom tried his best to squash the primal kind of awareness that was rising up in him at seeing you dressed in his clothes.

It helped that you beamed up at him, so sweet and innocent as you spoke another grateful little, "Thank you!" And how you kept smoothing your hands down the front of the sweatshirt, murmuring to yourself, "So soft and clean!"

When your stomach growled loud enough to startle you, making you squeak and jump as you shot him a wide-eyed look before dropping your gaze to the floor in embarrassment, Ransom chuckled, so fucking charmed by you.

"You hungry?" he asked, waiting until you peeked up at him and nodded shyly before moving past you. "Come on, I'm no chef–and she comes tomorrow–but I'm sure we can find something to tide you over."

And back down to the kitchen you both went. 

You stood awkwardly in the doorway of the kitchen, unsure of what to do with yourself as Ransom rooted around in the cabinets before moving to a huge, silver box at the end of the counter, opening its doors, and doing the same. 

Your curiosity got the better of you, and you couldn't help but ask, "What's that?" as you gazed at the silver box, trying to see around Ransom to its brightly lit contents.

He glanced over his shoulder at you, lips twitching at your inquisitive look as you stared at the fridge, explaining, "It's a refrigerator. It's a kitchen appliance that keeps food cold and fresh." He pulled a few things free, gently tapping the bottom drawer of the fridge with his foot since his hands were full as he told you, "And that's the freezer. Freezes things, makes them cold as ice so they last longer."

"Oh."

Closing the fridge, Ransom turned toward the isle and placed down a small haul of items, his eyes flickering to you as he frowned at the way you were just standing in the doorway, fidgeting nervously.

"Have a seat," he gestured to one of the stools on the other side of the isle counter, waiting until you tentatively made your way closer before turning away to pull a plate from the cabinets and a knife from a drawer. 

Your throat jumped on an apprehensive swallow as you stood beside the stool across from Ransom, your brows furrowed in trepidation as you asked, "I can sit here? On the nice chair?"

You smoothed your hand over the soft microfiber material of the seat, humming a little at how nice it felt as you glanced up at Ransom.

He blinked at you, processing your question–your hesitancy to use the furniture–before his features softened. "Yes, you can sit there."

"Thank you," you grinned, carefully climbing onto the stool and folding your hands in your lap as you sat still and watched him.

Ransom nodded, quickly making some sort of sandwich as you observed, and then he set the plate in front of you. 

You perked up in your seat, your stomach growling non stop now and your mouth watering, because it had been days since you last ate anything, and you were starving.

But still, you waited for Ransom's permission to dig in, watching in amazement as he used a device on the front of the refrigerator to fill a tall glass with water before placing it in front of you.

He just watched expectantly as your gaze flickered between him and the sandwich, his brows furrowing in confusion before he realized what was going on. 

"Go on, eat," he encouraged, his eyes sad as he watched you nod eagerly before picking up half of the sandwich.

Your gaze flickered to Ransom's before you took a bite, and you chewed slowly, humming your delight as the salty-sweet flavors burst all along your tastebuds. The flavor was so familiar, and it took you a moment to realize that Ransom had made you a PB&J sandwich, just like he had when you were children and he came to visit you all those years ago.

Something about that realization, and those memories, and the fact that you were now here–free and with him–hit you hard, and you burst into tears as so many mixed emotions rose within you at once. 

Sadness and relief, gratitude and disbelief all warring within you–consuming you–as you set down your sandwich and covered your mouth with your hand as you sobbed. 

There was a long, awkward moment where you just sat there, shaking as you cried, lost to the maelstrom of your feelings–beside yourself and so overwhelmed–and then Ransom's warm, musky scent filled your nose before he hesitantly touched your shoulder and began rubbing your arm to console you.

Another sob hitched in your chest, and it was instinctual, the way you turned and sank against his chest, seeking comfort from the one and only person who had ever been kind to you.

Ransom was rigid against you at first, but his stance softened the longer he held you, his chin knocking against the crown of your head as he murmured, "It's okay." His big hand pressed between your shoulder blades, a soothing weight, as he shushed you. "You're okay now, I promise."

Your unexpected watery giggle had him stilling, and he stayed close, holding you loosely as you pulled away, sniffling and wiping away your tears. 

"Pinky promise?" you quavered, holding up your pinky.

The smile that broke out across Ransom's face at the familiar exchange from a lifetime ago was beautiful–and it instantly quelled the turmoil within you–his eyes warming as his cheeks glowed with a rosy flush and he nodded. 

"Yeah, pinky promise," he chuckled, curling his pinky around yours and giving it a shake. After a long moment of watching you gather yourself, he stepped away, nudging your plate closer to you as he said, "Come on, finish eating, I'm sure you're starving."

You nodded, devouring your sandwich in record time, humming and wiggling in your seat, thoroughly enjoying the yummy taste the entire time as Ransom watched you in amusement. 

Just as you finished your first sandwich, he placed another on your plate, smiling as you chirped your gratitude before scarfing down that one, too. 

When you finished, you drank down half your glass of water in one go, feeling exhaustion start to lap at you as you blinked over at Ransom, who was watching you with warm, twinkling eyes.

"You're kind of a disaster, you know?" he teased, reaching for a nearby napkin and stepping up beside you to wipe stray jelly from your cheek.

Despite his words, his tone was fond, and you leaned into Ransom's soft touch. You were desperate for it, having gone so long without such a gentle kindness or physical contact that wasn't a violent punishment.

Once he set the napkin aside, Ransom remained close, watching as your small hands smoothed over the front of his sweater then up along his broad shoulders. Your touch was innocent–inquisitive–your eyes, although drooping with fatigue sparkling with wonder and appreciation as you pet along the soft material of his shirt.

Soon your admiration for his sweater shifted to admiration of him, your gaze lifting to Ransom's, unwavering as you said, “You got so big and strong!" Your lips twisted into a slight frown as you watched him, raising your hand to cradle the side of his face as you whispered, "Your eyes are the same though, so pretty, but so sad now, too."

A slight grimace flickered over Ransom's features, but then his lips were curling into a small smile as he looked you over in return. “You’ve grown up quite a bit yourself.”

You returned his smile with one of your own, blinking at him sleepily before you reached for him. Your fingers curled into the front of his sweater and you tugged him closer, whispering, "I missed you."

Ransom swayed near–against you–not resisting as you pressed your face against his chest and just took a moment to breathe him in. There was an unfamiliar feeling rising up within you the longer you remained in Ransom's loose embrace, and it was something so foreign to you that it took you a moment to place what exactly it was.

Safety.

Ransom made you feel safe.

You sank against him even more at the realization–trying to soak it all in, and desperately so–gripping his sweater tighter as you blinked back a fresh wave of tears, because you never thought you'd feel this way, not in your wildest dreams. 

Ransom's amused voice and gentle touch as he rubbed your back snapped you back into the present moment as he asked, "Did you fall asleep on me?"

His amusement lingered as you gave him an abashed smile. Your eyes drooped with exhaustion as you whispered, "Sleepy."

"Yeah, it's been a long, crazy day, huh?"

You nodded. 

"Okay, let's get you to bed then."

Ransom stepped back, waiting for you to slip from your seat. You followed him back upstairs, yawning as you padded behind him, trying to cover it with your hand as he stood at the doorway of the guest room and ushered you inside. 

"My room's all the way at the other end of the hall, past the staircase, if you need me," He gestured behind him. "The staff should arrive first thing in the morning, so if you wake up before me and want some food or coffee or something, just ask the chef."

You were too tired to ask what coffee was, but you were suddenly more alert when Ransom took a step back to retreat. You darted toward him, your eyes going big and scared as you asked, "You're leaving?"

"Not leaving," he told you, "Just going to my bedroom to sleep."

You swallowed, looking distraught as you wrung your hands before you. "Not leaving? Like before?"

Ransom's features softened as he stepped into your room and closed the distance between you. His hands cupped your upper arms as he ducked his face close, his expression–and eyes–so earnest as he said, "I'm not leaving, I promise."

You automatically held up your pinky in expectation at his words, and Ransom huffed a laugh.

"Pinky promise," he told you as he curled his pinky around yours.

"Okay," you still looked worried as you stepped away, frowning a little before another yawn broke free and your tiredness won out over your apprehension.

You sank to the floor, your hand running over the soft texture of the rug beneath you before you went to curl up on your side, but Ransom's voice stopped you. 

"What are you doing?"

You glanced up at him, lips pursing in confusion. "Sleeping."

"That's what the bed is for," he said, moving around you and pulling some of the decorative pillows from the bed and tossing them aside. He pulled back the thick comforter before stepping back and gesturing for you to climb in. 

You felt another lump rising in your throat as you stared at the bed. 

You'd never slept in a bed before. You'd spent your entire life sleeping on the floor of the shed, considering yourself lucky when you had a spare, worn blanket to help shield you from the cold elements during the winter months. 

"For me?" you trembled, pulling your tearful gaze from the bed to glance at Ransom. "I can sleep there?"

"Of course you can, it's a guest bedroom and you're my guest."

"I am?"

"Yeah," Ransom laughed, "Now tuck in, it's late and we're both exhausted."

You scrambled into the bed, quietly squealing at how soft it was. You tugged the comforter up to your chin and sank back against the luxurious pillows, wriggling around, your eyes big and brimming with happy tears as you breathed, "It's so soft! And warm!"

"That's kind of the point," Ransom grinned.

“Thank you, thank you!” you told him, dipping your nose to the comforter and inhaling the soft clean scent. "Such a good friend!"

"Eh, these days, I'm not really the friend type," Ransom replied before he could think better of it.

Your face fell, your lower lip wobbling as you whispered, "Oh."

A look of panic flickered over Ransom's face, and then he was clearing his throat, glancing away as he replied, "But I suppose, I can make an exception for you."

Your dejected look instantly melted away as you perked up, giving him the sweetest look of hope ever as you asked, "So…friends?"

"Sure," he shrugged. "Friends."

You were launching yourself from the bed before you realized it, overcome with joy and hugging Ransom tight as you thanked him over and over again. 

"Okay, you're welcome, Jesus, calm down, you little ball of gratitude," he muttered, giving you a squeeze before corralling you back into bed. "Sweet dreams or whatever."

He turned to leave but paused in the doorway when you called his name. 

"Ransom?"

He glanced back at you. "Yeah?"

"Thank you for protecting me," you smiled. 

He just watched you for a beat, looking strangely sad before he mustered a smile and murmured, "You're welcome. Good night."

"Good night!" you echoed back at him, watching as Ransom stepped from your room and switched off the light before pulling the door shut. 

Still smiling, you settled back against the perfectly fluffy pillows, hugging the thick comforter around you and feeling like you were living an actual dream, one of the many fantasies you had conjured up over the years to help you escape your harsh reality.

When you finally fell asleep just a few moments later, safe and cozy in bed for the first time in your life, your dreams were so much better than your fantasies had ever been.

You dreamed of a new reality, of a life where you were free and happy and loved, and Ransom was there with you the entire time, his big hand holding yours tight as he kept you close–right beside him–where you belonged.

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[precious1610]

Don’t run from your prince… wouldn’t happen I promise! 😭 so fluffy 🌸😍

Ari + smut 19. “i mean, i got what i wanted, didn’t i?”

Bonus points for primal chase kink

under the springtime sun

pairing: prince!ari levinson x princess!female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, chase kink, light choking, outdoor sex, dirty talk, tiny bit of degradation, praise kink, nicknames (little mouse), teasing, reader is jealous and bratty, very fluffy ending

word count: 1,600ish

a/n: ok you can have some chase kink as a treat 🤭 plus some prince Ari and bratty princess reader 🤭 i hope you enjoy!! ♡♡

Your bare feet were nearly soundless on the soft grass and damp earth of the palace grounds as you sprinted through the gardens as fast as your legs could carry you. Giddy laughter bubbled up in your chest like rich champagne, but you forced it down, knowing you needed every breath if you were going to outrun the prince, Ari Levinson. 

You couldn’t hear him anymore, but you didn’t dare chance a look over your shoulder. Instead, you ducked your head and ran through the arches of blooming flowers, the cool spring day keeping you from getting too warm as the sun shone down on the palace gardens.

When you broke through the hedge at the end of the path you’d followed, you spotted the stone stairs that would lead you up from the gardens and into the palace. You only needed to sprint across the final expanse, a field of white and pink flowers that, on any other day, you would’ve stopped to admire.

But you couldn’t stop. You had to get away from Prince Ari or he was sure to mete out punishment for the impertinent little trick you’d played. More laughter bubbled in your chest and you bit your lip, grinning as you thought about what you’d done.

All you’d done was steal Prince Ari’s crown.

While he’d been on a walk through the gardens with a princess—a princess who wasn’t you.

A princess that was said to be the choice of his father, the king, for him to marry.

And then, once you’d stolen Prince Ari’s crown and mocked him by putting it on, all you’d done was run. The crown hung heavy on your brow, but you didn’t dare try to take it off. If Prince Ari wanted it back so badly, he could take it himself.

It wasn’t like you’d forced the prince to chase you—though you’d known in your bones that he would. A giddy laugh burst forth from your lips as you remembered the stormy expression of the prince’s face just before you’d run off. But you forced yourself to remember your goal.

You were so close to getting away with your bratty behavior. All you had to do was make it to the stairs and urge your tired legs to climb them, then you’d slip into the palace and lose the prince in the maze of hallways. You could send one of your attendants to return the crown once you were safe in your chambers.

But you never made it to your rooms. You never even made it to the stairs.

Just as you were about to mount the stone steps, a blur of golden skin and soft brown hair tackled you into the field of white and pink flowers. The spring blooms gentled your fall as the beast of a man who’d tackled you rolled you onto your back beneath him. 

All you could do was laugh breathlessly, even when you looked up and saw the handsome, thunderous face of Prince Ari. His fists were planted on either side of your head, his chest heaving as he caught his breath, his blue eyes dark and stormy as he stared down at you.

“You’re wearing my crown,” he growled, his voice more gruff snarling animal than prim and proper prince. 

The sound of it Ari’s deep, rumbling voice had liquid heat pooling between your thighs, but you forced yourself to jut out your chin and give him a smirk.

“It looks good on me, doesn’t it, your highness?” you sassed, unable to quell the grin from spreading across your face. 

But the prince didn’t seem to find as much humor in your words as you did. You only had a short moment to see the way his expression darkened before he was flipping you over onto your hands and knees. A little puff of air slipped past your lips in surprise, but the familiar position had your limbs loosening and your body relaxing beneath your prince.

Ari tore at your skirts until your ass was completely bare to the springtime sun, the feral hunger of his greedy hands only making you wetter for him. The prince’s fingers left your body for only a minute as he pawed his breeches open and pulled out his dick. The weeping tip of Ari’s cock landed heavy on your plush ass and you moaned, arching your back and presenting yourself to your prince. 

“Are you happy now, little mouse?” Ari seethed, curling his broad body over your back. He braced himself with one hand next to your head while the other notched his cock at the entrance of your weeping hole. “You played the role of the impertinent brat, making me chase you across the grounds,” Ari growled while he teased your tight cunt with the head of his dick, dragging it through your sopping wet folds. “Now you’ll take me and be quiet about it so no one hears what a filthy little slut you are for your prince’s cock.”

Your laughter was a wild, breathy thing, sounding half crazed even to your own ears. Still, you couldn’t stop yourself from further taunting the prince. “I am happy, your highness,” you mouthed off, turning your head enough that Ari could see your grin over your shoulder. You caught his eye before saying, “I mean, I got what I wanted, didn’t I?” 

With a feral snarl, Ari buried his cock in your tight cunt, his hand shooting out to wrap around your mouth and stifle your sharp cry. He chuckled when the grin was wiped from your face and replaced with an expression of bliss, but you were too wrapped up in the feeling of him to care about his mocking laugh. It was exquisite, the stinging, aching stretch of Ari’s cock invading your body. 

“Is this what you wanted, little mouse?” he growled, setting a brutal pace as he fucked you, rutting into you like he was claiming your body as much as any animal claims its mate. With every thrust, he forced you nearer and nearer to the edge of a world-shattering release. “You wanted me to take you like a beast in the gardens, where anyone might find us?”

You shook your head, knocking his hand free from your mouth. “I wanted you, your highness,” you confessed, pleasure unraveling your being. The feeling of your prince’s cock sinking inside your tight hole again and again loosened your tongue and made you admit the truth. “I wanted you to be with me today—not another princess!” 

Ari wrapped his hand around your throat, holding you pinned beneath his large body while he spoke in your ear. “You’re an insufferable girl,” he growled, his voice hardly louder than the sound of his thighs slapping against your ass. “Bratty and half-feral, provoking me into fucking you under the springtime sun.”

In the blink of an eye, you were rolled from your hands and knees onto your back. You blinked up into the handsome face of your prince, your mind spinning as you tried to catch up with his words and his actions. His golden brown hair was limned in sunlight, and there was earnest affection shining in his sky blue eyes. 

“And yet,” he went on, fondness seeping into his rumbling tone as he sank back inside you. His hips rolled in a sensual rhythm that had heat pouring through your veins. “I’ve never met anyone more beautiful,” he said, his hand that had been around your throat cupping your jaw, his thumb tracing your lips while he stared down at you. “You’re lovelier than these flowers we’re ruining, little mouse,” he murmured before ducking down and capturing your lips in a kiss that stole your breath. 

It was achingly tender, the way Ari kissed you, like you were something precious—something he never wanted to let go. You clung to him and kissed him back, putting all your emotion into the slide of your lips against his. When he pulled away to allow you to breathe, Ari pressed his forehead to yours, knocking the crown on your brow askew.

“You do look good in my crown, princess,” he murmured, using your formal title for once. Emotion made his tone gruff and your heart lept into your throat with anticipation. “And I think I’d like you to wear it permanently.”

“Ari,” you gasped, stilling. You pushed on his shoulders so you could get a good look at your prince, your lips forming a question you already knew the answer to. “Are you serious?”

“Yes,” he vowed, nothing but honesty in his tone. “I’ll tell my father today that I’ve decided who to take as my wife—if you’ll have me.” His smile was a little tentative then, and you loved him all the more for it. You didn’t want to make him wait for your answer.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you cried, grabbing his face and pulling him to you for a fierce kiss. It was messy and a little wild, but it was perfect.

Ari rolled his hips again and you wrapped your legs around him, your prince taking you right there in the flowers of his palace’s garden, the springtime sun the only witness of your love. 

He brought you to the edge of pleasure and sent you tumbling over into an abyss of ecstacy, his crown on your head while you came on his cock. His release was spurred by yours, and your prince emptied himself deep in your body to the sight of your face twisted with pleasure he’d given you. 

Then, when you’d both come down from your releases, Ari gathered you up in his arms and took you back to his chambers. He sent word to his father before he locked you away with him for the remainder of the day and the night, celebrating your engagement together in the prince’s bed.

The formal announcement of the engagement of the prince and his soon-to-be princess could wait. Ari had a lesson to teach his little mouse: don’t run from your prince.

[precious1610]

Ohhhhh man! That was 🥵 damn!

Andy + 62. “bad girls/sluts don’t get to cum”

a beautiful spring afternoon

pairing: ex-boyfriend's dad!andy barber x female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple play, breeding kink with actual breeding, daddy kink, light degradation, light choking, praise kink, revenge sex, referenced cheating ex-boyfriend, happy ending, nicknames (sweetheart),

word count: 2,000ish

a/n: ooof Eva, this prompt did a number on me 😵‍💫 so it's only fair that i write a fic that hopefully does a number on you, right?? i hope you enjoy this filthy little fic!! ♡♡

You knew exactly what you were doing by going over to Mr. Andy Barber’s house on that beautiful spring afternoon. 

After all, you’d seen the way your boyfriend’s father looked at you when you wore one of your sweet little sundresses, his blue eyes darkening as they traced the curves of your body. Andy may have thought you never noticed, but you did. You’d simply ignored it because you knew it’d hurt your boyfriend’s feelings.

But your boyfriend—your ex-boyfriend—hadn’t thought to care about your feelings before sticking his dick in other girls. Plural. So you decided it was only fair for you to finally ignore his feelings and act on the attraction you felt for his father. The attraction you knew Andy reciprocated.

That day, you put on your favorite sundress, the one that highlighted your curves and flirted with showing a little too much thigh, then baked a tray of blondies that were your excuse to go over to Andy’s house. The sun was shining and a cool breeze was blowing when you knocked on his door, fixing an innocent look on your face for your ex-boyfriend’s dad.

“What’re you doing here, sweetheart?” Andy asked, not unkindly when he answered the door. You watched his eyes flicker down to your neckline, like he was fighting against the urge to take in how your sundress hugged your chest. He cleared his throat and went on, “My son said you broke up.”

Your smile turned a little brittle at the reminder of Andy’s son, and before you could stop yourself, you bit out, “Did he tell you why we broke up?” 

Something flickered in Andy’s expression, a darkness flitting across his face before he wiped it away. “He did,” Andy admitted, his tone gentle. For a long moment he stared at you, like he was considering you. Then, as if he’d come to a decision, he stepped to the side in a wordless invitation. You took it eagerly. 

You preceded him into the kitchen, and the entire time, you felt your ex-boyfriend’s dad’s eyes on your ass, watching it sway as you walked. A shiver of excitement raced down your spine and you put an extra pep in your step, making the short hem of your skirt swish in a way that would tease Andy with little glimpses of your bare ass.

Because of course you hadn’t worn any panties. Why would you when your intention was to seduce your ex-boyfriend’s dad?

Once in the kitchen, you put the tray of blondies down on the counter in front of the window that overlooked the backyard. You’d spent many evenings in that backyard, on the arm of Andy’s son while you ignored his father’s heated looks. Perhaps you should’ve felt guilty for what you were doing, but you only felt eager anticipation. 

“I have to ask, sweetheart,” Andy said, his voice a gentle rumble as he came to stand beside you, far too close than was polite. You didn’t pull away, though, simply turned your face to meet his gaze. “My son breaks your heart, and you decide to bake me some blondies?” he asked, his tone more curious than accusatory.

Still, you felt called out. It seemed obvious suddenly what you were doing at Andy’s house. Heat rose to your cheeks, and you fumbled for the excuse you’d practiced in the car.

“Oh, I just had extra,” you said lightly. Your lie was conspicuous even to your own ears, but you soldiered on, refusing to admit just yet that you’d come over to Andy’s house with the sole intention of fucking him to get back at his son. “I mean, I can’t eat these all by myself, can I?” You forced a laugh that nearly made you wince. “And I remembered blondies were your favorite, so…” You trailed off, finally running out of steam. 

Andy stared at you for a long moment. To avoid his gaze, you turned back to the window and looked out on his backyard, appreciating the budding greenery of the trees. There were even some pretty spring flowers that had sprung up, and you thought idly that they might look nice in a vase on the dining room table. 

When you didn’t look at him, Andy shifted, moving to stand behind you and planting his hands on the counter on either side of your hips, caging you in. You could feel the warmth rolling off him, but no part of his body touched you. He only teased you with that connection.

“It’s sweet of you to remember blondies are my favorite,” Andy murmured, ducking his head until you could feel the ghost of his beard just barely grazing the skin at the base of your neck. Your shoulders trembled as you shivered, and you felt him smirk. “But why don’t you tell me the real reason you came to see your ex-boyfriend’s father.”

It would be easier to follow Andy’s command while you stared out at the nice spring day, but you prided yourself in not doing things in half measures. So you forced yourself to turn around, your body pressing against the hard lines of him in the process—and he was hard all over. 

Your eyelids fluttered and your lips parted in a breathy sigh that you were certain was answer enough, but you made yourself look into Andy’s eyes and confess to your intentions. 

“I came here to get back at your son,” you whispered, staring up at Andy from under your lashes. “I came here hoping you would fuck me, Mr. Barber.”

Andy let out a groan like he was being tortured, and you watched as his jaw worked like he was grinding his teeth something fierce. He still hadn’t touched you and with your back to the counter, there was a small gap of space between your bodies, but the tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. 

You waited anxiously, your confession hanging between you and your ex-boyfriend’s dad while he tried to hold himself back. Then, his gaze collided with yours and something in him seemed to snap.

All at once, Andy gathered you in his arms, his lips descending on yours for a kiss that stole the breath straight from your lungs. His lips were soft, but his mouth was firm and demanding as he kissed you, one of his hands cradling the back of your head so he could hold you exactly where he wanted you. It was all you could do to moan into the kiss and let him plunder your mouth for all you were worth.

“You’re such a bad girl, sweetheart,” Andy growled when he pulled away, kissing down your neck and nipping at your skin. He pulled the top of your dress down roughly, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking hard enough to make you cry out and arch into him. “Such a filthy little slut,” he grumbled, kissing across your chest to bite and suck on your other nipple. “But you’ll make such a pretty mommy.”

Your head was spinning as desire pulsed through your body, but Andy’s final words made you moan loudly. Your head was tipped back, fingers threaded in Andy’s soft brown hair while you held him to your chest, urging him to keep torturing your nipples. But his pronouncement had you shuddering and shaking with need.

“Ya like that idea, sweetheart?” Andy rumbled, pulling away to look at your face. His eyes roved over your features, taking in your blissed out expression, and grinned. “Ya like the idea of your ex-boyfriend’s dad knocking you up?”

A distant part of you knew it was a bad idea to say yes, but that part of you was buried deep beneath the arousal pounding through your mind, sweeping away all rational thought and leaving only base instinct behind. So instead of lying, what you said was, “Yes, daddy.”

Andy stilled at that, and you thought you might’ve said something wrong, but when you glanced at his face, his pupils were blown wide and he looked a little dazed. His eyes snapped back into focus and he looked at you with renewed determination. He grabbed your thighs and lifted you onto the counter, pushing between your legs while he undid his pants. 

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, d’you know that?” Andy said, his tone almost accusatory. 

You were only half listening to him, though, because at that moment, he pulled his cock out and you moaned at the sight of him. He was big and thick and you couldn’t wait to feel him split you open. But while Andy fisted his cock and stroked himself, his other hand grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

“If we do this, we do this all the way,” Andy gritted out, and you didn’t have a chance to ask him what he meant because he continued on, explaining, “This isn’t a one-off revenge fuck, you’re mine.”

You expected to recoil at the possessivness in Andy’s voice, but instead, it felt right. Somehow, you knew that it was only right because Andy was right for you. So, for once in your life, you gave in to your heart without overthinking it.

Leaning back on the counter, you brought your knees up and spread your legs wide, rucking up your sundress to show Andy you were naked beneath the skirt. His eyes fell to your bare pussy and he let out a pleased rumbling sound. 

“I’m all yours, daddy,” you purred, your words an invitation for him to take you, and keep you. 

“Such a bad girl,” Andy mumbled, almost like he was talking to himself. Then he looked up, catching your eye before he notched the head of his cock at your entrance. He kept holding your gaze while he sank his thick length deep inside your pussy. 

It felt so good, and you were so wound up, the feeling of Andy’s cock splitting you open pushed you to the edge of your release. Your body trembled and your inner walls fluttered around his thick cock, but Andy’s hand circled your throat. He choked you lightly and titled your face to look at him. 

“Don’t come,” he ordered, his blue eyes dark as a stormy sky while he bottomed out in your tight cunt. “Bad girls don’t get to come.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head, Andy’s words nearly sending you over, but you managed to cling to the edge. You clawed your way back desperately, wanting to be good for him. By the time you managed to look back at Andy, you were panting with the effort not to come, but you were pleased to see his satisfied smirk.

“Atta girl,” he rumbled, pulling his hips back and thrusting inside you again, wringing a sharp cry from your lips. Andy set a fast, hard pace, barreling through all the effort you’d gone to in order to hold off your release, pushing you to the edge once again. “Let’s see if we can’t make a good girl out of you yet.”

It turned out, all you needed to do to be a good girl for Andy was let him take control. You let him spread your legs and fuck you on the counter in his kitchen until he was ready to bury his seed inside your tight cunt. When he was just about to come, he rubbed your clit, forcing you over the edge while he emptied his balls inside you. 

But, since you were his, he didn’t stop there. Andy filled you with his seed over and over again on that beautiful spring afternoon. By the time the leaves were falling that autumn, it was obvious by the bump beneath your dress that you had his baby growing in your belly. In the time in between, Andy had moved you into his home and put a ring on your finger, and the two of you couldn’t be happier. 

You never would’ve expected your ex-boyfriend’s dad would be the perfect man for you, but life worked in mysterious ways. It turned out, that beautiful spring afternoon was the beginning of your new life with your husband, Mr. Andy Barber.

#witchywithwhiskey's springtime fun #andy barber

[precious1610]

Awww Jake is a wholesome bean. Such a sweet boy! We all need a Jake!

Ooooh what about something fluffy with jensen taking his best friend (that he's in love with) to see the sakura blossoms 😍🌸💞

sakura blossoms are never a bad idea

pairing: best friend!jake jensen x female reader

warnings: fluff, some almost dirty thoughts, mutual pining, that's pretty much it

word count: 700ish

a/n: i love this idea!!! i hope you enjoy!!! ♡♡♡

Jake Jensen couldn’t help feeling like it had been a bad idea to take you to see the sakura blossoms. Sure, it had been his idea to go on the outing—a ‘friend date’ you’d called it, much to his chagrin—but you were paying more attention to the pretty pink blooms than you were to him. 

As you skipped a little bit further down the path in the park, Jake had to admit to himself he was enjoying the guileless joy on your face and the expression of pure wonder in your eyes as you stared up at the towering sakura trees that shaded the entire trail. Despite his internal grumbling, Jake was finding some pleasure in watching you be delighted by the beautiful blossoms. 

Plus, it gave him a chance to watch you without being worried you’d catch him staring at you for too long. He could marvel at the way your lips curved into the prettiest smile he’d ever seen, and the breathtaking way your eyes shimmered in the sunlight. He could even, since you were so enraptured by the sakura blossoms, let his eyes meander down your body, appreciating every inch of you.

Jake’s fingers ached to grab your hips and pull you flush against his body. He craved the feeling of all your plush curves pressed tight against the hard lines of his form. He could practically hear the little surprised puff of air you’d exhale when he pulled you against him. That sound haunted him in his best dreams.

But Jake wouldn’t do anything like that. You were his friend—his best friend—and he’d never risk making you uncomfortable. 

Still, it killed him a little bit to see you having more fun looking at the sakura blossoms than spending time with him. He wished you’d look at him with half as much joy in your eyes, but he was resigned to it never happening.

Jake was in the midst of pushing his disgruntled and disappointed feelings into the deep recesses of his heart when you spun around on the path ahead of him. You appeared to be looking for something, though Jake couldn’t figure out what. Then, his stomach dropped as anxiety dawned across your face, his instincts taking over as his gaze darted around the area to see if he could suss out the cause of your disquiet. 

Because he wasn’t watching you for once, Jake missed the moment your eyes landed on him. It was like the sun emerging from behind a cloud on a bright spring day, your eyes lighting up and your mouth spreading into a wide, happy grin. He was exactly what you’d been looking for.

“Jakey!” you called, bringing Jake’s attention back to you. 

He started jogging to catch up with you at the same moment you bounded back down the path to your best friend. The two of you met in the middle, neither of you noticing the relief and happiness in the other’s expression.

“I found the perfect spot for a selfie—you’ll take a selfie with me, won’t you, Jakey?” you asked, beaming up him.

You were so beautiful in that moment, it stole the breath from Jake’s lungs. He let out an embarrassing little wheeze, heat rising to his cheeks. He hoped you’d chalk it up to the warm day, and not realize your pretty smile made him blush. 

Thankfully, you were oblivious.

“Of course, cutie,” Jake said, his voice a flustered rasp. A charmingly bashful smile tugging at corners of his mouth. “Anything for you.”

Bouncing on your feet, you let out a little happy sound, like you were so filled with joy your body couldn’t handle it all. Then, you pushed up onto your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Jake’s scruffy cheek, slipping your hand into his larger one and beginning to tow him down the path. 

Jake followed where you led him, too dazed by the feeling of your lips on his cheek to do anything else. He didn’t even notice the older couples looking at the two of you with knowing smiles. All Jake could think about was you and your lips and your pretty smile.

Maybe bringing you to see the sakura blossoms wasn’t the worst idea after all. 

#witchywithwhiskey's springtime fun #jake jensen

[precious1610]

Exactly where do I sign up for this? Because… I need this!

Siri, I know I’m the worst and have yet to answer your prompt. (If it helps at all Lloyd’s pissed too)

Buuuuut I wanted to send you a thot of if I could!

You’re working late on a closing shift at your work. Exhausted from the week behind you. And looking forward to a couple days off to relax and let you brain rot in front of the television.

You’ve been seeing this guy, who wants nothing more than to pamper you this weekend!

Who’s the guy and how does he spoil you?

It has to be the king of pampering: Ari!! He has the softest touch ever as he preps you for a weekend of relaxation and doing nothing except being his little brain rotted sweetheart 😌 Lots of forehead kisses and back caresses and settling you in his lap while you binge watch whatever your little heart desires 😍

[precious1610]

Aww soft!Ran! I am glad he is okay with his cookies gone. And I am sure you would make it up to him! Also being his cookie gremlin is fine. I can picture him mocking you with a Cookie Monster blanket the next month 🤣

I got weak today and bought biscoff cookies because… they’re so good! (They have no right to be so good!) and then this thought hit me.

You are two days away from your period and you are craving! You are at Ransoms place and still in the very early stages of your relationship. And while you tried hard not to, you find yourself roaming his cupboards and pantry for something to soothe your appetite. And that’s when you find it. His last package of Biscoff cookies. And you know he needs them when he gets home after this meeting with his mother. But it’s just what you need. So you think, one won’t be so bad, right? What can go wrong? But you don’t eat one. You eat all of them! And while you panic you hear him coming home; the sound of the car followed by his steps and the clinking of his keys. No way out.

How would our sweater baby react when he finds out what you did?

Hahahahaha well I’m in a soft!Ransom mood today so I feel like when he comes home and sees you panicked and 😳 and hiding the empty cookie package behind your back, he’s gonna be 🤨 at first and then probably laugh. Then he’ll gather you close and press a kiss to your head and murmur, “No sweat, kitten, I’ll order a whole case of them next time, just for you. And so I can at last get one.”

And he totally calls you his cookie gremlin from there on out 😌

#ransom drysdale #stargazingfangirl18

[precious1610]

A lot of blogs are dying and it.breaks.my.heart! Because: so many great authors! So many great stories! But I see so little interaction 😭 and even Ao3 isn’t what it was before… where is the fanfic community?! Where are those people? Is it dying because I see it in a lot of fandoms!

Siri it breaks my heart to read this as I am I tho k relatively new to tumblr but I UNDERSTAND 😭 Pound Town would be so awesome to be continued but when people don’t interact… what for? If no one watches a movie the wouldn’t do a sequel…

Are we going to get any new Pound Town stories soon? Please and thank you!

Since engagement has been in the toilet, and it hasn’t felt very fun around here for me, I haven’t been inspired to write as of late, so I doubt it. 🤷🏻‍♀️

And I hope if you are going to send these kind of asks to writers, you are also actually engaging on their work, and more than just a like, when they do share and you have content to eagerly read.

[precious1610]

That was a twist I wasn’t expecting! But who wouldn’t want to impress him?

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Lloyd Hansen + stalker + “I knew you’d taste incredible.”

Well thank you for your patience since the muse decided to fuck off to places unknown once I dug into this. I really hope you enjoy my take on this Siri! ❤️

How My Poor Heart Aches, With Every Step You Take

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x reader

W/C: 1064

Warnings: stalking, gunplay, enough crazy to go around

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope you enjoy reading it just as much! As always comments and reblogs are much appreciated! ❤️

You fluffed the pillows on the couch, your anxiety translating into cleaning. Things had been weird lately. You weren’t sure what was off but something was.

You smoothed your hands down your dress, and walked into the kitchen. You couldn’t stop your hands from moving. Checking on your dinner would calm you a bit.

You saw a flash of headlights through the kitchen windows. It was late for anyone to be visiting. You went to the front window, pushing the curtain aside just enough for you to peek into the driveway.

Nothing.

Maybe someone had used the driveway to turn around?

You shrugged and returned to the kitchen. Puttering around and checking your soup. This meal was going to be perfect. Five courses, a beautiful bottle of wine, everything was exactly how you wanted it.

You took off your apron and washed your hands, deciding to set the table while you waited for everything to be done.

When you entered the dining room, you saw a figure in the shadows. You couldn’t quite make out their face, but the stance was one that was unmistakable to you. You let out a shrill scream and dropped the plates and cutlery in your hands, shattering the glass.

The tall man slinked out of the shadows, with a gun raised in your direction. “You wanna tell me what’s going on here Suzie Homemaker?”

You shivered and took a step back. This was it, the moment you had been waiting for, and now you were paralyzed. You had planned and planned for this moment, and yet still, here you were with your mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

“Speak. Now.” He leaned forward across the dining room table, letting his full size show. You knew he was intimidating, but this was something unlike anything you had seen before.

”I - uhh…” you cleared your throat and tried again, “I’m sorry. Lloyd, I know this must be quite a shock for you. Honey, I’m here to take care of you.” You smoothed your hands down your dress, and took a few steps towards the mustached man. “I see how hard you work, and I know that things are so tough right now. You have to know how much I care about you, don’t you sweetie?”

Lloyd’s eyebrow quirked up, and he stood back to his full height. He motioned for you to go on with the gun in his hand.

“I made you a wonderful dinner, I know you’ve had such a long day. Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll bring it out for you.” Your smile turned a little manic as he smirked at you.

”Oh yeah, no I don’t think so Buttercup.” Lloyd strutted around the table and placed the gun under your chin, tilting your face up to his fully. “Here’s how this is gonna go: You’re gonna go clean up that horrendous smell in my kitchen, and then you’re gonna get the fuck out of here before I make you. Got it?”

You let out a sweet giggle, before reaching up to cup Lloyd’s cheek. “Honey, don’t be like that! I made all of your favourites. I even have something special planned for dessert.” You winked at him and placed a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Please baby,” you whispered against his lips, “I worked so hard for you.”

Lloyd’s eyes narrowed, you could see him running through all the possible situations in his mind. “I have to make a few calls. Do. Not. Leave.”

With that he turned quickly and left to his office.

You went to the pantry and grabbed the broom to sweep up the broken glass. After the mess was cleaned up and the table was set, you set about putting all your work into serving dishes. You had to impress Lloyd, this was your only shot. And if the man wouldn’t eat your dinner, you were sure there were other ways to persuade him.

When you returned to the dining room with your final dish, you saw Lloyd sitting at the head of the table. You pasted a broad smile on your face, “You ready to eat Honey?”

Lloyd snorted, but didn’t say a word. You served him some soup and salad, then served yourself before sitting.

“Wine?” You asked.

He only shook his head. He was staring at you, the look in his eyes one you couldn’t exactly read. You nervously played with your napkin, the feel of the cotton soothing you slightly. Suddenly Lloyd smirked, “Come here.” He held his arm out towards you.

You stood on shaky legs, this wasn’t going at all the way you expected. But he wasn’t throwing you out, so you followed his direction. He perched you on the edge of the dining room table. “Alright Sweetcheeks, let’s do some real talk shall we?”

You nodded dumbly, not sure at all where Lloyd was going with this.

”I’m going to ask the questions, and you’re going to answer them. Lie to me, avoid the question or do anything I deem suspicious,” He trailed his gun between your thighs, “Understood?”

You nodded again, but at his stern glare you cleared your throat, “Yes Sir.”

Lloyd smirked and dragged the gun closer to the apex of your thighs, “Great! What are you doing here?”

You gave him a perplexed look, you’d already told him this. You sighed and answered, “I told you Honey, I just want to take care of you, I love you so much.”

He hummed, “And how long have you been watching me?

You drew in a harsh breath, you had to answer. “Six months.” You hung your head, as tears started to gather in your eyes. You felt Lloyd press the gun into your soaking wet cunt, but instead of fear a jolt of arousal ran through your body sending shivers up your spine.

“Eyes up, Buttercup.” When you returned your gaze to Lloyd’s you saw mischief dancing in his eyes. You hiccuped on a sob as Lloyd began teasing you with the muzzle of the gun.

“I-ngh-I’m sorry.” You tried to bite back the arousal spreading from where Lloyd had his gun pressed against you.

He drew it away, and brought it to his own lips sucking on the tip and humming loudly. “From the crazy in your eyes, I knew you’d taste incredible.”

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