#jacob thrombey smut

[heli0s-writes]

You’re Toxic, I’m Slipping Under

Summary: He bristles, offended. And you try, with as much dignity as you can muster after the last two hours of being fucked blind, to not look so smug about it. “See you next week,” he hums.

A/n: To celebrate Glass Onion coming out, here’s ol’ boy Ransom because I hate him so much :) 4.1k words. Warnings: Smut; mild degradation, spitting, daddy kink; classism; Mind Games with Ransom Hour etc. etc. Please stop reading if you’re not 18+

Your whole apartment building seems to rattle when he arrives thirty minutes late. Like raucous fanfare to announce his appearance, the door slams shut, the latch clicks loudly, and then you hear his heavy footsteps pounding up the stairs.

His shoes are still on—of course they are—stomping your floorboards and dragging in dirt. You can practically see them, the usual suede loafers switched out for leather boots with the late fall chill, and probably mud-caked because he’s thankless like that.

With your attention still on your laptop, already irritated because you’ve been attempting a paper that’s only chased its tail for the last three hours, you ask, “Did you misplace your watch, Ransom?”

Turning, you show him you’re the screen reading 8:32 and blink pointedly, “Is that a yes?”

“Don’t be smart,” he snaps back. “You know I don’t like that.”

Your head’s been a mess of fog, body tense and frustrated for days, and although you’ve always prided yourself on tact and grace—patient like a saint—Ransom manages to bring out the worst. You hiss, “Take your damn shoes off, you know I don’t like that.”

You watch mutely as he does so, not without a sneer here, a shitty comment there. He takes three long steps and plops himself on your bed, hands curling into the quilt, thumbs brushing over the patchwork fabric disparagingly. He pinches a loose thread and begins to pull, tugging slowly at first, and then finding joy in unraveling a line of stitching until nearly three inches rip apart.

“I always thought you needed to replace this thing.” He twirls the string disdainfully, “It’s ugly as sin.”

He pretends he doesn’t know how you obviously love this quilt—handstitched and affectionately made, your damn initials are embroidered into the corner, after all. He’s made a game of testing your patience, gleefully punching at every button as he tries to get you to snap.

Ransom Drysdale Thrombey. You’d met him at one of the Thrombey’s family… functions. Dysfunction, you’d muttered under your breath when Walt beat his cane against the floor in a drunken tirade and Meg ran out back to wolf down a pot cookie that she was supposed to be saving for later.

She was on the cusp of a panic attack, words tumbling out like a car crash, her hand in her beret, then hair, then trembling over her maroon-painted lips.

“God, I’m so sorry— I thought we could just make a pit stop before heading out. The food’s always catered and really good— god… it’s a fucking mess.”

You waved her off because it’s not like you haven’t witnessed at least one aunt having a meltdown during holiday dinner before— family’s just like that—and tried to placate her with, “Can’t be worse than the cousin who asked if we’d be scissoring later.”

Meg’s face twisted in disgust. “Ugh, ew! Fucking Jacob! He’s a skeezy little incel— I swear he’s a moderator on one of those internet forums where they post revenge porn and upskirt vids— honestly, he was adorable two years ago. Then I guess he went through puberty and got radicalized on Youtube.”

You paused as she lit a cigarette and inhaled furiously before realizing that the two of you were thinking of two entirely different cousins.

“I meant the big one, Meg. This one went through puberty twenty years ago.”

“Ew, Ransom,” Meg frowned, “That’s even worse.”

“Ransom? What is he, a Disney villain?”

Leaves crunched behind your back and Meg looked up from flicking ash into the yard toward the sound.

“Let’s be honest, I’ve got the face of a leading man.”

Meg blew smoke at him, as if the fumes were enough to threaten his sensibilities. You figured not, he looked like a cigar smoker anyway—one of those guys who’d dedicate a whole room in their house with the humidity just right to keep them fresh. Rich people shit.

“Go away, Ransom,” she said, to clarify.

“I don’t recall addressing you, Megan.” He took a drawn-out look, lips pursing in scrutiny before lifting a brow, making a real goddamn show about it. “Okay,” he said, “I’ll bite. 400 on the dresser for an hour; you can get yourself something nice.”

You’re still not sure what it was about either your attire or attitude that allowed him to conjure up such an offer.

Maybe it was your shitty jeans and your sweater from freshman year orientation. Maybe you looked like an easy mark to tear down.

His audacity shocked out a laugh from you—a loud, abrupt guffaw that eased Meg enough for her to dip back inside to grab more from her stash. And when she was out of sight, focused on rummaging in the old clock, you responded, “Yeah, okay. I’ll bite back.”

Maybe it was an act of rebellion against your background in contrast to all this excess. The bitter aftertaste of eating bottom shelf food out of necessity for weeks at a time—those awful chicken bouillon packets and dried blocks of instant noodles your first year of college. No one paid for your schooling or housing so learning to balance an over-abundance of classes and a job because you needed to graduate early, needed to spend less money on tuition, meant that you were working yourself to death.

If Youtube radicalized Jacob, then habitually sleeping three hours a night in the campus library and skipping meals to afford textbooks while men like Ransom crashed Maserati’s for fun radicalized you.

So, sure. Game on.

He picked you up the following weekend without anyone knowing and took you somewhere expensive. It was a whirlwind of exorbitant dinners and being quietly sneered at down the straight line of his tall nose bridge. The front door to his bachelor pad shutting but not bothered with locking. Falling into the thousand-count Egyptian cotton bedsheets naked, the skylight’s beam spilling like gold-flecked champagne.

You promised yourself it meant nothing. Just an experiment of unbridled spite. If he wanted to throw money at you, hell, that’s his problem. If he wanted to fuck you, well, you’d give him the best fuck of his life— let him see that despite wealth, at the end of the day, he was flesh and blood trembling for the right stroke.

And sure, he trembled, but it was your mistake to pare it down so simply.

Ransom juggled fuck buddies much longer than you’d been fucking at all. He knew it was best with the right amount of emotion involved. Just enough to yearn. If he laid roses at your feet, kissed your knees featherlight and worked his way up to your jaw, cradled the back of your head, nosed the pulse of your wrist, your collarbones, asked for your eyes on him, and panted the lightest breath of your name at the edge of it all—now who’s fucking who over, sweetheart?

You were out of your depth. He was powerful, older, and more experienced. He touched you in ways that emulated affection—that brought fire and danger. His hands were large and callused at the juncture of his fingers. His pretty mouth was pink, wet, kissed greedy. His sharp eyes took everything in.

But, as you predicted, his moods soon volleyed in every direction as consequence of never being told no, and once the novelty of crazy hot—often angry—sex grew stale, you crashed back down to earth burned out. You ghosted.

“You’re, what…” he called through the door the week after you texted that it was both too much and not enough to carry on with, “breaking up with me? Seriously. This is a fucking joke.”

And you could have practically seen it—how his bottom lip would jut out as his incisors crossed, how his brows would sink when he got angry. He was never belligerent, only calculating.

You told him to leave, and he did, after a single loud kick to the frame, because he’s never begged for anything, and he wasn’t going to start.

The guilt came afterwards, with the bouquet of roses on the doormat, petals scattered around because he’d slammed them down after being ignored again and again, and you swept them inside to throw into a vase next to the three other vases with flowers in various degrees of wilted.

“Breaking up” prickled complicatedly in the middle of your chest, because despite the many shows of affection, you knew you weren’t exactly breaking up. You had never really been with him anyway. People aren’t… with Ransom. They’re towed along by Ransom, dragged by their hair by Ransom. Played with by Ransom until he inevitably gets bored.

It devolved into needless melodrama. Weekly episodes of a teen show with grandiose gestures of toxic relationships perceived as romance. Ransom’s habit of whisking you away, fucking you senseless, turning around to fight with you about any-goddamn-thing he pleased. Dropping off flowers and champagne. Restarting the whole process.

It wasn’t healthy—isn’t healthy, probably, according to most therapists—since he’s here, present-day, in your room, beginning to undress.

You fiddle with the sleeves at your elbows, thumbing cool satin before advancing, arms subconsciously crossed.

He’s only in his underwear now. A pair of nondescript gray boxer briefs fitted on his muscular thighs, taut as he leans back on his palms. He slowly spreads his legs, inviting you between them. His lips purse when you stand passively, knee brushing his bulge, hands resting over his shoulders. He’s warm.

One palm caresses your lower back and the other on himself, gliding up and down. His lids are half open, voice low, “You miss this?”

“No,” which is a lie. You missed it when evenings were boring, half-heartedly nodding to some boy’s drivel about campus life, mind wandering to someone who didn’t look freshly 21, didn’t date like it. Didn’t talk themselves up just to get you into bed.

At least Ransom was honest; he always said exactly what he thought, told you exactly when you were pissing him off, how he was going to teach you a lesson—where he wanted you, how he wanted you, and— a chill races up your arms.

He’s downright smug when he notices.

“No? You prefer sloppy frat boys pawing at you like virgins over me? Every time, you think they might fuck right but, well, you’re always disappointed.” He reaches beneath the short hem of the robe, splays his hand out over your thigh and very slowly feels his way up.

Your eyes shutter as he pulls you forward, gripping tightly and massaging up toward your ass. The pit of your belly is tightening, the rest trying to push down being too eager for him all over you, his broad shoulders, his strong hands, how he bends his grasp on your shoulder, fixes you in a perfect curved arch just the way he likes.

Ransom noses the robe out of his path, sinking his teeth lightly down until he scrapes a line over your breastbone, laying his face gently down like a child—like a lover.

“You know,” he begins, taunting again, “You make a… face.” He says it as he trails down beneath the swell of one breast, letting your nipple graze his cheek, before he presses a kiss to your ribcage. Hot like a brand, searing into your belly. And then he bites.

You flinch, hand going to his hair to pull him away. He throws his head back into your grasp, eyes glittering and amused. He quickly works your thighs apart, dipping two fingers between and sinking into your heat.

“There it is,” he chuckles when your eyes flutter, “Yeah... Really gets me off.”

You’re in his lap before you know it, your hold on him fallen off and now scrambling for his wide shoulders to hold yourself steady. He’s got you leaned back on his thighs, hanging off the edge of the bed and perfectly helpless, the only thing planting you even close to secure are your folded knees, your arms around his neck. He’s shushing you, one large hand on the small of your back, the other still working inside your pussy.

He says, “Calm down unless you want to fall,” but it’s goddamn hard when your heart is pounding with equal parts fear and arousal. He’s sucking on your tits, balancing you just precariously enough to thrill, fingering you all the while—like it’s nothing to him, like you’re an object he can manipulate however he pleases.

His cock is erect, flexing against the fabric over his groin, a swell of hard, aching muscle. You want to put your hand around it, feel its girth in your palm, simply hold it because you do fucking miss it. The places he can reach, the ways he spreads you, rocking in and pulling out—how he sometimes settles inside, and then does nothing but watch you squirm.

It’s undeniably gorgeous—and he is too—when you fumble it out after he lays you down and hovers over you with interest. You’re wetting your lips automatically, staring in awe at his thick shaft sprouting from soft, dark, curls, the tip of it smooth and almost purple, swollen up with blood.

“Legs up,” and the way he says it, how he just goes right out and says it, makes you groan.

Boys don’t do that. Too busy in their heads about peacocking and re-enacting the kind of porno where performers wordlessly move into new positions in sync, nothing verbal exchanged but high-pitched shrieking and nasally fuck me’s.

Ransom’s extremely verbal in bed. He easily says, “Look at me. Show me how much you want it,” and flits his eyes between your bodies.  

You do, shivering, sliding two fingers along the sides of your folds, finding yourself aroused and damp, humiliated and incredibly turned on when he grins, simply content with watching. Your thighs are squeezing reflexively, abdomen crunching up trying to keep it together.

But he’s never been patient, and quickly tells you to hold your knees, rock back, make yourself small and exposed, and then he’s delving gently into your hole— thumbs taking turns, coaxing more.

Two fingers tuck in, then another two struggle next to them, and you can’t stop yourself from gasping and crying out at how he pulls apart the walls of your cunt.

The sound of it— sloppy, squelching, a light and hollow kind of noise like a tongue flicking inside an open mouth.

“Look at this pretty pussy.” He tugs a little more, and you wriggle into it, gripping your legs tighter, pulling your knees up, shins toward your burning face to hide.

He descends on your clit, tip of his tongue licking into your stretched hole, purposefully only running against the taut skin around his fingers. “You got a talent, baby,” he murmurs, buzzing. “I could fuck you the whole day, fuck you numb… but give you about half an hour and it’s good as new, tight and perfect.”

There had been marathon rounds of bouncing in his lap between being at each other’s throats, his thighs splitting yours, hands holding you up, nibbling at your ear. Then he’d turn you around, take you to the floor until you collapsed on the bearskin rug, the sweat on your neck and chest rolling into dark furs. Railed you until you were so sensitive anything would make you come; your body unsure if it was considered your own anymore.

Fuck, fight, rinse, and repeat.

“Are you—going to talk all night?” You grunt up to the ceiling, trying to steel yourself from panting or moaning and only barely making it.

“Thought you liked it when I talked.”  His dark head is still between your legs, nose pressed into your skin, licking agonizingly slow with his entire tongue. It’s so warm, and gentle, and assertive. “What, you don’t like being told how good you taste?”

He keeps licking, pushing at the back of your knees when you try to switch positions, holding you in that bent up pose. He’s suckling at your clit when his fingers find their way back inside, easily hooking in three and pumping them smoothly.

“How—” he sucks hard, the shape of his full, plush lips fitted over you making a filthy wet smack, “mmm—I love the taste of your sweet pussy?”

When you come like it’s being ripped out of you, legs shaking around his head, lines of his spit dripping down your ass and onto the sheets, he lets you go with a hard slap on your sex, and you nearly wail.

“That’s my girl,” he says. “Yeah, you missed me, huh? You missed it like this, didn’t you? Tell me.”

“Unnng …” a high whine, “Ransom.”

“I know,” he mumbles, kissing up your belly, your neck, your ear.

He moves into position, entering effortlessly after all his prep work, and the shine of your juice still on his beard is fucking unholy hot. He’s grinning and panting, eyes fluttering briefly as he slides home.

“I know it’s big, baby. But you can take it, you’re gonna take it.” He’s a fraction unfocused, letting himself enjoy how you squeeze around him before he begins to punish.

Jesus, you missed this. Missed the agonizing drag of his shaft that feels like it goes on and on forever. Miss the way you get full of him, miss how it almost hurts.

His hipbones are hitting against yours, a steady fast rhythm because he’s experienced like that. Whereas some others might go faster when you’re close, Ransom stays at the pace that got you there in the first place. If anything, he pushes just a bit harder, makes you listen to the sound of his skin on yours, the choke of your breath he punches out.

You crunch yourself up smaller, toes touching the headboard now. Anything to get him further in.

“Fuck, you’re a slut,” he laughs. “Pretty little slut, god you don’t give it up like this for anyone else, do you?”

There’s not enough sense in you to argue even if you wanted to. The room is swimming, undulating, slipping further and further out of reach as the bed rocks and squeaks in protest. You’re sure you met a very handsome guy at the bar weeks ago but as soon as he started hinting that he was interested and stirred up conversation by asking your major, you left.

It just… wasn’t there. It wasn’t the same. No way in hell.

That boy wouldn’t have done this—wouldn’t be planting one foot on the bed, the other knee still down, enormous hands tight on your hips and crashing in.

You could cry, it feels so goddamn good.

Tears dribble their way out from the corner of your eyes. You turn your face enough to get a breath of fresh air, gulping it in frantically between the drive of Ransom’s cock and the half second he slides out.

You vaguely register his hand moving from your hip to your cheek, knuckles brushing upward.

“Oh,” he sighs, “pretty, pretty girl.” He slows his pace, nearly stilling. You squirm beneath him, inching away from how deep he is inside you, how intimate it feels as he kisses the hollow of your cheek and then toward your brow.

“So sweet for me,” he says, pulsing, making you whine with how he pushes against your sore walls. “Did I make a slut out of you? Huh? Make you stupid for my dick?”

“Make me come,” you say. “Make me—“

“Ask me real nice, baby. Ask daddy to make you come.”

You want to hit him. Kill him.

“No?” He whispers into the sensitive shell of your ear, “You don’t want it?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassment clawing up your face, but Ransom’s hold is tighter, sharper, and he really is— so fucking right. You want it. And he’s made you a little stupid, so yeah--

“Please make me come, daddy. I wanna come.”

The Cheshire grin that unfurls on his face is more panther than cat. “You wanna come on daddy’s big cock?”

“Yes, daddy,” you admit. “I wanna so bad.”

“Oh, that’s it, baby. You’re a good girl, aren’t you. You put on a little show just for me? Act like you don’t want it but soon as I get in you and you let me lay you out anywhere, make you say anything.”

You turn away but he’s got your fucking number— got you as a boneless, spineless mess beneath him as he begins to fuck you again, and harder, his calculating, beautiful, cruel face hanging above you like a fever dream.

“You gonna come? Gonna cry?”

He’s melting away, he’s everywhere, and the lights behind your eyelids are starting to glare and threaten to explode.

“Gonna come for daddy, huh. That’s it, baby. That’s my girl, let me feel your pussy— ah— there it is— you can’t help it, can you? Mmm, swallow daddy’s cock with your pussy.”

Your orgasm is a wreck of curses and teeth on Ransom’s shoulder when he drops down close enough to make contact. You shake and whimper, struggling to calm yourself through the aftershocks.

When you’re done, still floaty but more aware, the mess of your humming insides less tight around him, he pulls out and shuffles up until his swollen tip is at your chin.  

You obey wordlessly, and afterwards, when the flex of his shaft is tell-tale, and he empties into your mouth, you hold it there, show him the mess.

“Baby,” he says, slowly making his way back down, admiring the come submerging your tongue.

Ransom licks his lips, licks the inside of his cheek, and leans back over again, his eyes liquid darkness and pleased as punch. And he drops a line of spit on top, drools it down over your teeth, into your mouth, and says, “Good girl.”

-

“You need a new laptop.” He’s tugging his belt until the clasp hooks into place.

“I don’t.”

“It looks old.”

“So do you.”

He bristles, offended. And you try, with as much dignity as you can muster after the last two hours of being fucked blind, to not look so smug about it.

“See you next week,” he hums.

You don’t say anything in response, only listening for the same heavy footsteps slam back downstairs—perhaps a fraction lighter—and the clunk of the door swinging shut. A long breath and you stretch slowly, letting your body regain its normal shape before he bent you into a goddamn pretzel. A few minutes pass, and then a few more, and you hear the roar of his car speed out of the parking lot.

Safe now, out of his reach, you amble back up into your computer chair to face the awful white, blank document staring back like a judgmental audience. You slide in and crack your neck, feeling the throb between your thighs yield to a less uncomfortable ache.

The problem, you’ve learned after leaving Ransom’s world, was that you had been ill-equipped to play his game. His game, and by extension, Meg’s game. All the Thrombeys and Drysdales and everyone in-between.

They belonged to a class you couldn’t really understand unless you were making a fucking killing—and graduation was just around the bend, so maybe you would, one day—but you were in the red with 45 grand of student debt and staring down the barrel of a subsequent degree because it was getting hard to make it with just a single bachelor’s in anything.

There was too much to do and not enough time to be jerked around by Ransom—not nearly enough time to feel frustrated about your situation in any sense. No, scraping by taught you to survive. You couldn’t be whisked off to the Caymans for brunch, couldn’t be fucked raw in hotel infinity pools, get lost for days meandering the Pacific on luxury yachts for the fun of it.

Your world was a little more drab, a little less rose-tinted.

So it was back to normal now, back to the grind, back to not wasting any part of your week on shitty dates, shitty sex, and coming home more frustrated than you left it. Because there was Ransom, so eager to make some kind of statement about proving you wrong that he’d be the last to know when he’s being used.

And maybe 4 out of 5 therapists would say that your coping mechanism to a normal sex drive is unhealthy—mind-fucking and regular-fucking your ex/not-ex will do that—but you wouldn’t know. You can’t afford therapy just yet.

You rub your back, patting out the tightness of overworked muscles. It doesn’t feel any worse than the cramp you’d gotten after staying up three nights in a row cramming for finals.

As if your brain has reset, your fingers begin tapping on the keys, and you realize your writer’s block’s been lifted.

#ransom drysdale #ransom thrombey #knives out #ransom x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale smut #reader insert #fanfiction #ransom drysdale thrombey

[may85]

🕸️Haunted🕸️

🕸️Part 1 🕸️

Summary: House flipper, Y/N Harris is in charge of fixing up the old Thrombey residence. When an accident occurs while on the job, Y/N starts to think she's going crazy

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader, Ghost!Ransom Drysdale

Movie/TV Show: Defending Jacob, Knives Out

Word Count: 1,027

Warnings: (Each part will have it's own warning labels.) Smut in this one. Andy getting his dessert 😏, nipple play, p in v

Y/N hung up the phone, biting her lip to keep herself from exploding at the deal just made. The Thrombey residence was up for grabs and you'd been itching to get your hands on it.

Being a long time fan of Harlan Thrombey's novels, you were sad to hear of his passing and shocked to hear that it was his grandson, Ransom, who was arrested for his murder.

Ransom himself was found dead earlier in the week under suspicious circumstances. Gossip magazines claimed he'd hung himself, while online trolls claimed that he was killed in prison for being too pretty for a place like that. 

No matter how he died, it was all still sad. Marta Cabrera, who inherited the house from Harlan, wanted to move away from all the drama that Thrombey/Drysdale brought upon her life. You were chosen very carefully and after an intense interview, Marta had picked you to sell the mansion to.

Your heart beat faster at the prospect of getting your hands on it to repair and slightly remodel. You had to tell someone and you knew just the person… your boyfriend of two years, Andy Barber.

Jumping out of your chair, you grab your coat and bag, quickly telling your coworker that you were leaving for the night.

"You should head home too, Kylie. Looks like a storm is about to happen,"

She smiled and waved, gathering her stuff as well. 

The ride home was rather quick, the skies darkening. Andy was home, having texted you earlier that he'd won his case. Today was just a win, win all the way around for the both of you.

As soon as you were parked, you got out of the car just as it started to sprinkle. With quick strides you made it inside before getting drenched.

"Andy?" You called out, shutting the door and dropping your bag.

"Hey honey," he said, a tea towel thrown over his shoulder.

The smells of a pot roast hit you, your tummy growling since you skipped lunch, but you ignored it though. You wanted to tell Andy the news.

"You're not gonna believe it!" You danced on your top toes.

Andy's eyes widened, "You got the mansion?!"

"I got the fucking mansion!" You squealed.

Andy rushed you, picking you up in a bear hug. 

He hugged you tightly, laying a series of kisses on your neck, "I'm so proud of you honey,"

You pulled back, cupping his cheeks, "And you, winning your case today! I'm proud of you too!" You both shared a celebratory kiss.

"Today's been a damn good day,"

Andy bit his lip, giving your behind a good squeeze, "Yeah, it has. Why don't you go take a bath; we'll have dinner and really celebrate later,"

"I love the way you think Barber,"

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Later that night, you were laid out on the bed, Andy between your legs, devouring you. He sucked on your clit, making your back arch as you moaned loudly.

"Andy please," 

He kissed your lower lips as if he were kissing your mouth, the soft drag of his tongue getting you closer to the edge.

"Give me one more honey. Just one more," he said, his voice deep. 

He gently pushed his index and middle finger into you, curling them just right.

"Andy!" You moaned, your gasp sharp.

"There we go," He praised, his fingers gently massaging your harden nub as he kissed his way up your torso.

You felt energized, ready for Andy to just lay back as you pleased him. With a soft push on his shoulders, he laid down, grinning. 

You threw your leg over his waist, straddling him, his cock standing tall as it rested against your mound.

"I love you honey," he said, rubbing your thighs.

Rising to your knees, you took hold of his cock and placed him at your entrance. As you slowly sank down, you moaned, "Love you too, Andy,"

"Fuuuuck," he whined, watching him disappear into you.

Placing your hands on his chest, you rocked your hips, letting Andy slowly slip in and out of your heat.

"Just like that, baby," he said, gripping your waist, "Nice and slow,"

You tucked your feet further under his ass, making him go even deeper, "Gah, you feel so damn good Andy,"

Andy ran his hands up your sides, cupping your breasts. He tweaked your nipples as he raised his hips just as yours came down, making both of you moan loudly.

Each other's breathing became heavier, your moans sharper, his deeper; almost to the point of growling. Andy yanked on your arms, bring you forward, which had your breasts bouncing right above his mouth.

He watched you watching him as he took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it. You could feel his beard and knew you'd be marked up after tonight.

"Fuck, yes… I'm so close Andy,"

Leaving your breast in his mouth as he continued to suckle and toy with your nipple, he wrapped his arms around your waist and bent his knees. Andy held you in place, jackhammering his hips into you hitting your spot with each thrust.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You chanted, cupping his cheek.

You came hard, your back bowing once more. Andy's thrusting became sloppy, his own release spurting deep inside you, making him growl around your tender breast.

His thrusting slowed, his hands going back to your waist to gently move your hips up and down over him to prolong both of your climaxes.

Thunder clapped and lightning lit up the room as you both stilled against one another. Andy gently kissed your nipple, working his way up your breast, to your neck and finally giving you a long and thorough kiss.

"Hmmm, you're incredible," he whispered, smiling

"Feeling is mutual, baby," you said, just as softly.

Giving you another kiss, he rolled the both of you onto your sides, his semihard cock still inside of you.

"Really?" You giggled.

"What?" He chuckled, "you think I'm done with you? Honey, you have another thing coming,"

You scoffed, "Pssft, literally,"

You both laughed, Andy giving you a gentle smack on the ass.

#chris evans #andy barber #ransom drysdale #andy barber x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #may85 writes

[asteriismos]

five oh five - jacob thrombey

warning(s) : eighteen! jacob thrombey, ddlg, choking because it wouldn’t be an eleanor fic without it, an overuse of the word daddy pls, this is honestly just filth

authors note : anyone else think of jacob thrombey while listening to 505 by the arctic monkeys? no just me ok

words : 3k

request(s) :

imagine telling jacob ur into ddlg and he’s like “what’s that” and the reader is like “i’m baby and also ur daddy 😤😳” and he’s like ok let’s go try it out 🥴

ALSO OMG A FUCKING JACOB T FIC WHERE HE EXPERIMENTS WITH DDLG I-

it started off as an inside joke. 

when you told your friends that you were talking to jacob thrombey, they were not short of making fun of you. everyone has heard stories about jacob and all the crazy shit that he did with past girlfriends and hookups. he was infamous for being the womanizer of your private school. and what started as simple snapchats back and forth turned into exchanging numbers. you had made the mistake of leaving your phone unattended and your friend grace saw his incoming texts. 

“you are not talking to jacob thrombey!” grace exclaimed, grabbing your phone from the table and passing it along to the other girls in your group. they all looked at the text and saw the contact name as jacob, and there was only one jacob in your grade. 

you blushed, reaching to take your phone back. “so what if I am?” you said, raising an eyebrow. a blush rose to your cheeks. 

“look at that, she’s blushing. gross. she’s in love,” your other friend kelly said with a roll of her eyes. you stuck your tongue out at her and put your middle finger up. “I am not,” you said to her.

but you totally were. soon enough you were going on a date with him, and then that date turned into two and then three. you liked jacob a lot, despite his stupid twitter rants that he went on sometimes and how he always liked to piss off his parents whenever you were there for dinner. 

your friends, upon hearing the news of your new boyfriend, teased you endlessly for it. it made you laugh, but also made you want to punch them in the face sometimes when they talked about how many kinks he probably had. it was the worst when he would be sitting next to you at the lunch table and your friends would burst out laughing thinking about their conversations that you had during sleepovers. 

“he probably likes bdsm or something like that,” kelly said, taking a sip of her mug filled with tequila. your parents could care less if you and your friends were drinking at the house since they weren’t even home, but mugs were always some kind of tradition with your group. “probably makes you call him sir.”

you hit her on the shoulder, cheeks burning up in a blush. “shut up! seriously this is embarrassing.” you took a sip of the contents in your own mug and wrapped the blanket over your shoulders closer against him. 

“no, no, no. guys, you’re totally missing the obvious one : a daddy kink! thrombey definitely has that. did we guess correctly, y/n?”

you rolled your eyes. “I wouldn’t know.”

that was two days ago, since then it became some kind of inside joke between your friends. the more you thought about it, though, the more you thought about how hot it would be to call jacob daddy. there was a certain appeal to it that you desperately craved, and you were going to see if he thought the same thing. 

you haven’t had sex with him yet either. not because you were a virgin because you definitely were not, neither was him from the massive amount of rumors that surrounded him. it just hasn’t happened yet. 

you were determined to change that. 

you were walking up to jacob’s room now, since his parents weren't home a maid let you in through the front door. your footsteps echoed along the mahogany wood floors all the way to his bedroom, which was at the very end of the hallway in his house past his fathers office that laid empty. the door was closed as per usual, and you knocked three times, opening the door when you heard a small come in. 

the second jacob turned away from his homework and saw you, his face lit up, he closed his textbook and turned his chair to face you. “hey, didn’t know you were coming so soon. thought you were coming in an hour or so?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow up. smirking, he said, “not that I mind.” 

you shrugged. “I don’t know, I got bored at home and didn’t want to wait longer to see you.” 

jacob stood up, walking towards you and putting his hands on your sides. he pulled you close, your eyes flickering up to look into his own green ones. “missed me that much?” he asked in a teasing tone, leaning down and kissing you. your hands went to cup his face and kissed back, humming in content. it was hard to ignore your heart rapidly beating in your chest, you really did like him. 

you pulled away and smiled. “I guess you can say that.” jacob laughed and went to go sit at the edge of his bed, pulling out his phone and looking at the time. “well, I guess we can stay here for a while before we go out to eat then? if you want. I'll see what’s open today,” he said, scrolling through his phone. he wasn’t looking at you and you smiled to yourself. 

he was oblivious. 

you set down your bag, standing there with your arms crossed while working up the confidence to do what you were going to do. in one quick moment, you tugged your shirt up over your head, dropping it to the ground silently. he still wasn’t paying attention. you smirked and pushed down your pants, stepping out of them and that grabbed his attention. jacob sat there staring at you, eyes wide while looking over your body. you wore a black lace bra with matching panties, standing there and batting your eyelashes. 

you sauntered over to him, throwing your legs to either side of his waist and placing yourself right in his lap, face nearing his. “what are you doing?” he asked, hands going to the small of your back. his fingertips led to goosebumps on your skin, breath hitching in your throat when his lips attached onto the column of your neck. 

“hmm, nothing, just wanted to try something out,” you hummed, rolling your hips against him. he was already beginning to strain through his pants, and that led you on to go further. jacob’s face pulled away and his eyes locked on yours, asking a silent what is it? your hands reached for his face, cupping his jaw and kissing along it, teeth grazing along his soft skin. 

“I was wondering if I could call you daddy,” you muttered lowly, his eyes catching yours yet again. instead of their usual light cheery look, they were dark, filled with lust. he liked that. he liked that a lot. jacob didn’t have to say anything, since his hands on your back held you against him as he shifted your bodies. jacob was now on top of you, hips grinding against your own. your moan caught in your throat. he looked at you, ordering, “say it again.”

“daddy, please fuck me.”

he didn’t need to be asked twice.

his lips were connected to yours and his hands trailed to your hands, grabbing both of them by the wrists and pinning them up above your head. your hands strained against his own, quickly losing the battle of dominance with him and succumbing to his touch. harsh kisses were pressed along your lips to your jaw, paying special attention to that sweet spot where your jaw and neck connected. his teeth grazed along your skin, taking it into his mouth and sucking. your eyes fluttered shut, a sigh passing your lips. 

although the thought of him being completely dominant and you unable to control anything, you thought that it would be even better if you teased him. you didn’t call the shots all the time in the relationship, but you were always a little bratty when it came to following his orders. testing the waters, you pressed your hips upwards towards his, gasping at the pressure that was alleviated for just a moment. as quickly as you had been there, he let his free hand trail down and press your hips into the mattress. his other one stayed with your pinned wrists. 

“don’t be a brat, y/n,” jacob said in a condescending tone. “brats don’t get anything, and you want something, don’t you?”

you only nodded, not trusting your voice. your eyes stayed closed, feeling his kisses trail down to the valley of your breasts. your back arched up as you tried to get some kind of gratification, you needed it. you needed him so badly you thought that you just might die. jacob’s hand on your waist squeezed tightly, bringing your attention back to the present and out of the fantasies in your mind. “use your words, princess, if I wanted you to be silent I would’ve put something in your mouth.” you shivered. 

your voice wavered as you said, “I want you, daddy. please.”

“that wasn’t so hard, was it?” his hand around your wrists squeezed them, pushing them further into the bed. you stayed as still as you could for him, only moving your head to see what he was doing. you looked down and saw (and felt) that he was still paying close attention to your tits. 

jacob captured a nipple in between his teeth and he bit down just a little bit to pinch it, sending shockwaves right down south. he had you in the palm of his hand, wrapped around his fingers and he knew it. he wondered how he hadn’t succumbed to this lustful attraction before, since you guys have been dating for a while. the buildup was long, but so rewarding in this moment. 

he looked at you like you put stars in the sky. he was so immensely attracted to you, not just physically, emotionally, and that made the connection that much more powerful. it was like there was an invisible string that held you two together, not able to get that far without the constant pull. 

and while he was kissing along your tits, going from one to the other, hearing those soft gasps and moans coming from his lips - well he knew that he was going to lose it soon. this teasing game, no matter how much he loved it, didn’t account for the fact that he was almost instantly hard the second that he looked up from his phone minutes ago to see you in just skimpy lingerie

his fingers danced along your soft skin, going down, down, down until he was at your lower stomach. a finger hooked along the edge of your panties and pulled up, letting it snap back onto your skin. you jumped at the tiny impact, the pain of it turning into pleasure the second you realized how close he was to you. that same hand trailed down until he was rubbing along the wet spot, pressing down along your clit and mumbling something along the lines of so wet for daddy, but you were too busy getting lost in the sudden pleasure to really register what he had said.

“please,” you begged, your eyes staying on his face. you had a desperate need to alleviate the pressure in between your thighs. you wished that you could press them together tightly, but his hips were situated in between them, rendering that idea merely useless. you knew that he wouldn’t have stood for that anyway. 

without a second thought, your panties were being pushed to the side and he was plunging two fingers in. his index and ring, which were so much longer and thicker than yours that you weren’t expecting it. luckily you were wet enough for the discomfort to last for only a moment, pain once again being replaced for pleasure at the hands of jacob thrombey.

his fingers were curling in just the way to make your toes curl while they pumped into you. you were left writhing, feeling the grip on your wrists tighten with the more you moved. you knew that there would probably be bruises left for you to see tomorrow and shamelessly find a way to cover them, but you loved it. 

you would let jacob mark you up however he wanted to if it meant that you could feel this good. 

you were sure that by the loud moans that you were making, the people working inside of his house would be able to hear what was happening. they were smart to just turn a blind eye, since jacob would surely be royally pissed off if one of them interrupted you. 

all that slipped past your lips were his name, voice so high pitched as you ran towards that high. your legs started to tremble and close around his hips, but he just kept them open before him. jacob’s thumb pressed against your clit and that almost had you cumming, almost there. “jake, im gonna-”

everything stopped. 

jacob pulled his fingers out of you, in fact, he pulled his whole hand away from your heat, bringing it back up to caress your cheek. you could feel yourself coating his hand against your skin. you looked at him with such desperation, your throbbing, neglected pussy felt hot and deceived. the bastard. 

he kept a smirk on his face while you looked at him, feigning anger that he knew wasn’t really the case. “you don’t get to cum until I say so,” he said to you in a condescending tone, pressing your cheek. “which is soon, I promise, you’ve been a good girl for me.”

surprisingly, he let go of your wrists, using both of his hands to turn you around so that you were laying on your stomach. “push yourself up for daddy, will you?” he asked, hearing him pull off his shirt and undoing your belt. your legs were still a little wobbly while you pushed yourself up onto your knees, ass in the air just waiting for him. 

you wiggled your hips and heard him chuckle from behind you, feeling the bed shift with his weight and soon enough his hands were on your waist again. he gave you a kiss to the middle of your spine, making you tingle all over. even though he was being the dominant one, there was still emotion behind all of his touches. it made your heart warm. 

the first thrust into you almost made you slump down into the mattress, and you would have, but one of his arms slinked around your waist to keep you up on your knees. your face was pressed against the sheets, mouth wide open in a silent moan that had gotten caught in your throat. you were sensitive from his fingers, and knew that you wouldn’t be lasting too much longer, especially because he left you high and dry minutes ago. it wouldn’t be hard climbing to that peak again. 

“keep yourself up,” jacob ordered. you nodded slowly, whining as he snapped his hips against your ass, hitting a deeper spot in you. his arm left your waist, the hand connected to it came and wrapped around your throat lightly. the feeling of his fingers spreading along your delicate skin, squeezing just a little bit made you groan. the vibrations from your groan went through his fingers and he kept the pressure, hips rutting into you relentlessly. 

you were having a hard time keeping yourself up, muscles starting to strain every time his hips pushed close. but you did it, because you couldn’t really even think about it. he was hitting that spot so deep inside you, it had you moaning every time his tip pressed up against it. 

“daddy, im going to cum,” you moaned in a desperate tone. your cheeks reddened. 

jacob’s hand squeezed harder on your throat, leaning over and kissing along the back of your ear. “not yet, don’t fucking do it yet,” he said in a dark tone, sucking a hickey right behind your ear. you felt tears well up at the overstimulation, trying your best to do what he was telling you to do. you felt like you were dancing on some cloud and you were going to fall any second now. the adrenaline pumping through you, like fire coursing though your veins. 

“cum.”

and you did, your legs finally giving out and shaking, body slumping into the mattress. his hand stayed at your throat and you couldn’t just focus on one thing, your mind was going haywire. you were in a bliss, a constant euphoria that you knew you never wanted to get out of. you clenched around him with not one second after he told you that you could cum wasted. 

with a scream of his name, you rode out your high, him still thrusting in and out until he pulled all the way out. he pumped himself with his hand and soon enough he was cumming onto your back. you could feel the hot liquid on your back, dripping down, he watched it and relished in the feeling of you looking like this. 

he left the bed for just a second, just to get a towel and cleaned you up, kissing your spine again and helping you roll over. you pushed your panties back into place and he left again, still in your eyesight where he opened up one of his drawers and gave you an old t shirt of his. you accepted it gratefully, pulling it on and humming because it smelled like him. 

“I really like you,” you said to him, shifting on the bed so you were under the covers. jacob was just in his boxers now, coming to join right next to you. he felt warm and you cuddled into his chest, his arm wrapping and keeping you close. “more than just physically.”

jacob kissed the top of your head. “I like you too, y/n. but you have to call me daddy more often.” 

you hit him playfully. “don’t get your hopes up, thrombey.” 

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[slut4buckysarm]

Just A Little Mistake.

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Warnings: ANGST (cheating, crying), language.

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I hear the door open downstairs and a smile appears on my face.

"Chris. Ya'home"? No answer.

"Chris"! Still no answer.

I make my way to the living room and pick up Dodgers plush toy on my way.

"Chris. I'm talking to you".

"Hm?" Chris looks up from where he's seated at the table.

"Alright. Something's on your mind. Spill".

He shakes his head slightly and focuses back on the table cloth. "Nothing to talk about".

I narrow my eyes at him. Something's clearly wrong. "Okay, well I made pasta for dinner".

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I look up from my plate and see Chris in the same position he was when I put his plate in front of him. Chair tucked out. Legs manspread. Arms crossed. Head low.

"Chris. Talk to me. You're seriously scaring me." I chuckle.

He doesn't even blink.

"Chris"!

"What do you want Y/F/N," Chris mutters.

"For God's sake, say something!" I yell across the table.

"There's nothing to say".

He did something. I've always been able to tell when he makes a mistake.

"What did you do Chris?" my voice is now calm.

"I fucked up, Y/F/N" he speaks, finally looking up to face me.

"Ok. Ok. Nothing we can't come back from right?" I laugh.

"No, Y/F/N. You don't under- No".

I get up from my chair and make my way around the table. I seat myself next to him and place my hand on his thigh.

"Hey, look at me". I move my hand up to his face. "Look at me, baby. There's nothing we can't get past. Whatever it is, we can get through it. Like we always do." I smile up at him.

Chris takes his hand and uses it to pull mines off of his face. "No, I cant- I need you to stop".

"Stop what"?

Chris throws his hands into the air and gets up from his seat.

"Y/F/N, I just told you that I did something horrible and you still find a way to think we're going to get through it!!" he yells, loosening his tie.

"Chris why are you yelling at me?! Just tell me what you did"!

"I can't tell-"

"Then I can't help you" I interrupt.

"I slept with Fiona dammit!!" Chris yells, tears filling his eyes.

I slowly stand up from my seat and walk up to him. "That's funny." I chuckle, placing my hands on his chest.

He tilts his head and puts his hands on my face.

"Chris, come on. It's only funny the first-" And then it hit me. He actually slept with Fiona.

I try to back away but his grip on my face keeps me close to him.

"Let go of me," I mumble, moving out of his grasp.

"Baby, listen to me".

"Let go of me!!" I yell, moving back to the other side of the room.

Tears well up in my eyes and at that moment it feels like my worlds falling apart. It feels like the ground beneath my feet vanished. It feels like I'm alone.

"Y/F/N baby, listen to me, please."

"You slept with Fiona?!! We've been together for 3 years and you folded in a single day?!" I scream.

"I was with the guys and drunk! It didn't mean anything I swear".

"Really? Shit, I'll take your word for it, Chris. Thanks for your honesty. There's no possible way that I could think that you're lying!" my tone reeks of sarcasm.

"Listen, it was one time. One time. It's never going to happen again. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm so sorry, baby"!

"Chris stop," I speak, tears streaming down my face. "I'm exhausted. I have nothing to say to you. I'm going to bed".

I make my way to the bedroom and Chris follows behind me. As soon as I reach the bedroom door, he hurries in front of me and opens the door for me.

"There you go, sweetheart".

I turn to him and can't help but smile.

"You're fucking pathetic, Chris." I laugh.

"You're truly fucking pathetic" I mutter before slamming the door in his face.

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[avintagekiss24]

Power > Ransom Drysdale. Andy Barber.

|| pairing: ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber

|| word count: 4,449

|| warnings: more filth lol, dub con if you look close, smut, sex, oral sex (male & female receiving), anal sex, vaginal sex, threesome, spanking, nipple play, no spoilers for either Defending Jacob or Knives Out

|| note: this is a sequel to my Ransom fic, paper. this things this one man has done to me is just... evil. anyway, this is my first crossover fic! the only thing better than one chris evans, is two chris evans, lol. hope you enjoy! happy sunday!

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You stare out of the large windows that look over the city, your arms crossed over your chest, your lips set in a hard line as some of the last words that floated between you and Ransom play through your mind. 

“Don’t leave me.”

“Okay.”

You left anyway. You both woke up a few hours later, the post sex high completely sucked out of the room and replaced by all of the hatred and anger that had been brewing for months. He wasn’t surprised. You both got dressed in silence and he didn’t even try to stop you when you walked out of his room, down his steps, and out of his house for the last time. The two of you haven’t spoken since - which, Andy says is for the best - but today is finally the day. Today is the day you finally cut your losses and move the fuck on from Hugh Ransom Drysdale-Thrombey. 

You turn quickly when you hear the door click as it opens but your anxiety instantly eases when your eyes land on a familiar pair of blues. You smile softly as he moves into the room, shutting the door behind him before he sits his briefcase on the large conference table. You lift your arms in anticipation as he steps around the table towards you. He crushes his broad chest to yours as he captures your lips with his own and lifts you right from your feet. 

You wrap your arms around his neck as you let him hold you, kissing him back hard -  harder than you have in a while. He moans into your mouth, you assume noting the difference in your aggression before he pulls away with a soft smack. He sets you back on the ground, much to your chagrin, and chuckles a little when you whine like a little girl. He nuzzles his nose into yours, rubbing his gently against yours as he rests his forehead to yours. 

“You okay?” He asks quietly.

You keep your arms wrapped around his neck, “Now that you’re here, yes.” You answer in a hushed voice. 

Ransom’s words come back to you again - you fucking somebody? You’re fucking somebody. Indeed you are, and were when he asked. Enter one Andy Barber. Boston’s leading divorce attorney and as you’d come to find out, most eligible bachelor. It was purely by luck that the two of you met, one night at an exclusive Boston bar. He was out celebrating a big win for his most recent client and you had just finished moving into your apartment. He slid up next to you, his cologne strong and sweet, his eyes serious, and remarked on how you looked as if you had had a long day. 

You left the bar a few hours later with his business card and a pair of wet panties. 

“We’re gonna take him for everything he’s worth, I promise you that.”

You laugh a little, “He’s not worth shit, it’s his grandpa that funds his lifestyle.”

“Well, that allowance will be yours. That, the house, and that stupid car of his.” He scoffs quickly before he starts rubbing his hands up and down your hips, “Then you sell it all for even more money and move in with me.”

“Oh?” you ask, raising your eyebrows as a playfulness fills your voice, “Is that so, Mr. Barber?”

“Of course. All of this sneaking around is exhausting. It’ll be nice being able to fuck you in my bed instead of on my desk for a change.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “I like fucking you in your office.”

He laughs, pecking the tip of your nose with his lips, “You’ll never want to leave that bed, darling. In fact,” He says, swatting you gently on your ass before he moves away from you and back to the table, “I’ll make sure you don’t.”

You click over to the table and bend over, resting your elbows on the flat surface as you place your chin in your hands. You cock your head, “With handcuffs?” you ask softly, biting the tip of your finger.

He glances up at you as he pulls out your file, “With whatever you want baby girl. Now come, sit. We have some things to go over before he gets here.”

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“Mr. Barber?” A voice sounds from the intercom in the center of the table, “Mr. Drysdale and his attorney are here.”

“Thank you, Ruth. You can send them in.”

You sit up straighter in your chair, adjusting your suit jacket before tossing your hair over your shoulders. Andy stands and buttons his jacket before he rubs your back quickly, “Just let me do all of the talking, okay? Tap me on the arm if you want to interject with something, but keep your voice low. Got it?”

You nod, “Okay.”

“Hey,” he kisses you quickly when you look up at him, “Relax.”

“That’s not helping,” you huff as you feel heat rise in your cheeks, clicking your teeth when you hear him chuckle. 

The door opens seconds later and in walks Ruth, Andy’s trusted assistant, followed by Angie Hernendez, Ransom’s attorney and then Ransom himself. You expel a deep breath as you cut your eyes towards him, looking him over as he saunters in, his arrogance on full display. He’s in that stupid, tattered, thousand dollar cable knit sweater and a pair of brown Chino’s. He links eyes with you almost immediately and his lips twitch into that famous shitty smirk you’ve grown so accustomed to.

“Nice of you to dress up for the occasion, Ransom.” You quip, leaning back in your chair and propping your chin in the palm of your hand, extending your fingers over your lips.

He chuckles as he sits across from you. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table as he braids his fingers together. His blue eyes travel down your face and chest, lingering at your cleavage before he flicks them back towards your face, “You’re looking good, babe. Real good.”

You roll your eyes and scoff before clearing your throat. You glance over at Andy as he sits and opens his folder, completely unfazed. You just need to be like Andy - don’t let this mother fucker get under your skin. 

“Mrs. Hernendez, it’s nice to see you again,” Andy starts, smiling softly, “How are you?”

“I’m doing well, Mr. Barber. It’s nice to be across the table from you again. Shall we?”

“Of course,” Andy says, clearing his throat, “My clients demands are easy. She’s been a dutiful wife to Mr. Drysdale-Thrombey for the past five years while he - “

“She can have whatever she wants.” Ransom says suddenly, cutting Andy off completely. 

A deafening silence falls over the room as all three sets of eyes zero in him. You and Andy’s mouth fall open as Angie snaps her head in his direction. Ransom blinks slowly at you, his eyes roaming around your face again. 

“I’m - I’m sorry?” Andy asks, sitting up in his chair a little.

Ransom cuts his eyes towards the clean cut man, sizing him up before he speaks again, “You heard me, pretty boy. She can have whatever she wants. You were right, she was a dutiful wife, she deserves it.”

Angie lifts her hand quickly, “Mr. Barber, Mrs. Drysdale, may I have a moment with my client, please?”

“No.” Ransom answers simply.

“Mr. Drysdale,” Angie hisses, turning towards him, “You need to be quiet.”

“You work for me, don’t you?” He snaps, squinting his eyes, “Give her what she wants.”

Angie sighs heavily, “Ransom-”

“Hugh.” He corrects sternly.

Your eyes go wide as you blink back at him, completely dumbfounded. You turn your head towards Andy, who has fallen back into his chair, his hand clasped over his mouth. If it weren’t such a serious moment, you’d laugh. You’ve never seen him at a complete loss for words. He leans forward after a few seconds and scratches at his beard as Angie fumes across from him.

“What is it you want, dutiful wife?” Ransom asks as he turns his attention back to you.

“Um,” Andy starts, “I usually have a whole thing, but uh, she wants ten thousand a month in alimony.”

Ransom shrugs, “Done.”

“The apartment in Manhattan, the Range Rover, the condo in Miami, and use of the property in France, dates to be determined and submitted in writing to you and your attorney three months ahead of time, each time.”

“Done.”

Angie scoffs loudly next to him, throwing her pen down onto the table, “Mr. Drysdale, I -”

“Can you leave, please?” Ransom asks, snapping his head towards her, “I want to talk to my wife.”

Angie’s mouth nearly hits the floor, “You’re serious? You want the legal counsel to leave the room?” She asks incredulously. 

He shakes his head, “Not him,” He nods towards Andy, “Just you. Leave.”

She laughs in disbelief. She blinks blankly at you and Andy before she stands, grabbing her briefcase and muttering under her breath. She clicks towards the door, but turns just as she opens the door, “Not that is matters, but I highly discourage this, Mr. Drysdale, as your counsel -”

Ransom lifts his hand and waves her off, “Noted. Thank you.”

The door slams seconds later. You blink and find Ransom’s eyes on you again. It’s a familiar look in his eyes, one you are all too familiar with. They’re intense and hungry, just like they were all those times he would roll over and ravish you in the middle of the night.  You’re not sure why, but that look still sends a signal right to your core. You cross your legs underneath the table, squeezing them together as your breathing deepens.

“It’s him, isn’t it?” He asks you directly, as if Andy isn’t even there.

“What?” you blink

“It’s him,” he gestures towards Andy with his head again, “The guy you’re fucking.”

You gasp as Andy clears his throat and sits up in his chair, “That’s none of your business.” He answers, his voice deep and stern. 

You squeeze your legs together a little tighter.

Ransom rolls his eyes and cocks his head as he stares back at Andy, “Relax buddy, okay? She’s still my wife, I have a right to know whose cock she has in her mouth now.”

“Fuck you!” You shout angrily, “You are such a fucking dirt bag!”

“Oh, I knew that’d get a rise out of you.” He smiles back, his eyes now full of mischief. 

Andy sighs loudly, not having an ounce of patience for Ransom’s bullshit, “What is it exactly that you want, Mr. Drysdale?”

Ransom turns his eyes back to yours, “I don’t want you to leave me.”

You scoff, “Too late for that.”

“I mean it. Don’t leave me.”

“Ransom -”

“You can keep fucking him,” he says seriously, “I don’t give a fuck. Just don’t leave me.”

Your eyes go wide again. You feel Andy’s eyes on the side of your face as you stare back at your husband. You could almost swear that… he’s serious. His eyes are steady, his mouth set in a hard line, his jaw tight. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you pretty boy?” He says after a few seconds tick by, “God,” he laughs, “I can see why she fell for you, you smell like money.”

You stand abruptly, “Andy, let’s go.”

Andy stands at your request, closing his folders and tucking them under his arm as he grabs his briefcase. You follow him around the edge of the table as Ransom calls for you, pleading for you to sit back down. Just as you pass by him, he reaches for your arm as he stands, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into him. You struggle against him instantly, anger flashing through you as you try and rip your arm out of his grasp. 

“Goddamn it, Ransom!” You growl.

“Let her go.” You hear Andy say behind you, “Ransom, I mean it.”

Ransom laughs at his tone, twisting you quickly in his hands so now your back is crushed to his front, your eyes on Andy. You feel him tuck his face into the crook of your neck as his hands curl around your waist, squeezing you tight. 

“Tough guy, huh? You must be from the other side of Boston.” He smiles, “Cute.”

You watch as Andy smiles back, his eyes darkening as he tilts his head, “You’re a good read, Ransom. I am from the other side of Boston, you know, the side where smug assholes like you get your fucking ass kicked.”

Ransom cuts his eyes towards you quickly before he returns his attention back to Andy. He starts to sway the two of you back and forth slowly, his hands dropping to your hips to rub them gently, “You know she likes this, right?” He questions, his deep voice vibrating in your ear, “She likes this tough guy shit - this little back and forth of ours. I bet you her pussy is soaked right about now.”

You let out a shaky breath. He knows you like the back of his hand. Your lips part as you link eyes with Andy, your chest rising and falling harder and harder with each breath. Ransom likes it too. You feel his length pushing against your ass as he keeps you tight against his body. You watch as Andy’s eyes move down your body, his face softening as he recognizes the specific tells that you’re turned on. He then snaps his eyes to yours and he knows - you do like this. 

“See?” Ransom says softly, kissing your cheek, “You get it now, pretty boy.” His hand slips down toward the band of your pants, his fingers pushing just underneath it before you grab his wrist.

“Ransom -”

He pushes harder, breaking from your grasp, his greedy fingers seeking your sex. You tense when you feel his warm, thick fingers between your wet lips. He groans as he pushes along your bundle of nerves before pulling his hand free. He rubs his thumb along his middle and index finger for Andy to see, your slick coating them. 

“Told you that pussy is singing right now.” He says, popping his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean, “Mmm. She tastes so good, doesn’t she? Fuck.”

You close your eyes, swallowing hard when you feel him press his lips to your neck softly. You shudder when you feel his teeth start to nip at your skin and his hand cupping your left breast. You relax against him, just like so many times before and let him seduce you, right in the middle of the room - right in front of Andy and the city of Boston below. He pushes his hand back into your pants and pushes his fingers between your folds and starts to massage you slowly, your hips moving slowly with his hand.

“She likes to be watched too,” Ransom whispers, “Did she tell you that, Andy?”

He pops the button to your pants and unzips them, giving himself a little more room to work. He pushes his index and middle finger into you and you grunt loudly, grabbing his hand that is still groping your breast.

“Open your eyes.” You hear suddenly, Andy’s voice thick and low, “Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.”

You flutter your eyes, letting out another shaky breath as you blink at Andy standing in front of you. Ransom bites down into your neck before he sucks gently, his fingers still pumping slowly into your cunt, “So we’re all a bunch of perverts, huh? This is what we could have if you don’t leave me, sweet girl. This could be fun for the three of us.”

You moan loudly as Ransom curls his fingers, stroking your insides gently - sweetly. You bite your lip, watching as Andy approaches you slowly. He steps right up to you, towering over you, just how you like. He grabs your face in his hands and starts rubbing your cheeks softly, his bright eyes bouncing between yours. He leans in and kisses you  - his tongue sweeping along the roof of your mouth before he moans into your wet mouth. 

Ransom starts nibbling again - up your neck and to your ear before he tugs on it. You break from Andy’s lips to groan as you push your hips into Ransom’s hand a little harder. Your heart thumps against your chest as Andy starts to unbutton your shirt, button by button, until the black silk falls open, exposing your thin, see-through bra. Andy skips his fingers up to the material, pulling the cups down to free your flesh. 

Before you know it, he sucks your tit right into his mouth - his tongue swirling around your taut nipple. 

“God,” you breathe, letting your head fall to Ransom’s shoulder as lust and pleasure blooms across your skin and through your body. 

You feel Andy’s hands around your middle, gripping your flesh, holding you steady as he falls to his knees in front of you. He slides his hands into the sides of your pants and pushes them right down your legs, letting them pool at your feet. He pulls at your panties next, slipping them down your thighs and calves until they're around your ankles. He sits back on his legs, watching Ransom’s fingers dip in and out of you. He reaches forward, stroking your thigh with the tips of his fingers before he places a gentle kiss in the crook of your hip. 

Your hips jerk forward at the notion. You feel Andy’s large hands around your waist again, holding you tight as he plants his warm lips to your stomach, right above your soaked sex, then down your thigh to your knee. He grips your ass in his strong hands as he ventures back up to your center. He pushes his nose into you, breathing you in before his tongue sneaks out from behind his lips to lick your clit. You jerk again as he sucks your clit into his mouth, moaning softly as he massages you with his lips and tongue. 

You push your hand into his hair, balling the dark stands in your fingers as his tongue swirls around your flesh. Ransom pushes his fingers into your harder, deeper, faster as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. He pushes your hair over your shoulder and bites the side of your neck again, hard enough to leave an instant bruise - exactly how he knows you like it.

Ransom pulls his fingers from you as Andy stands moments later, both men starting to fumble with their own clothing. You step out of your panties and pants, pushing them off to the side as Andy drops his Armani pants and pulls his cock from his matching boxers. You beckon him towards you as he starts to stroke himself and grab his dick once he’s close enough. You drag your hand up and down his shaft, watching him as the stress starts to drain from him. 

You lunge forward suddenly, gasping as Ransom slams into your cunt from behind. He starts a furious pace right out the gate, bending you forward before he grabs your hips to hold onto you. You keep pumping Andy in your hand, before taking him in your mouth, sucking the tip of his cock as best you can as your body lurches forward with each of Ransom’s deep, hard thrusts. 

You release Andy from your mouth with a pop and wrap your hand around his girth, hand fucking him again. Cum starts to drip from his slit as you work him over, strings starting to hang from his tip that you sweep away with your tongue and mouth as you take him in again, this time deeper, to where you feel him in the back of your throat. 

“Ah,” you hiss, reaching back to dig your fingers into Ransom’s hip as your mouth goes slack around Andy’s cock, “Fuck.”

“God, I love it when you whine for me.” He groans.

His thrusting stops seconds later, and you’re pushed towards the large table in the center of the room. Ransom lays back on the mahogany tabletop as Andy closes in behind you, wrapping his hands around your hips. You climb onto the table with Andy’s help, right over Ransom’s awaiting body and throw your hair over your shoulder as you hover over him. You grab his dick, positioning him at your opening before you sink down onto him, your eyes fluttering as you spread for him. 

He pulls your body down, crushing your chest to his as you feel Andy slip his large hand up your spine. Andy grabs your waist again as he slips his cock between your ass cheeks, seeking your tight hole. He circles at it before he starts to push, hissing as your body expands to take his length. Your mouth drops open as your head falls, the fullness you feel starting to make your head swim. 

Andy starts to move and so do you, sliding along Ransom’s body as he fucks up into you. Your moans grow louder and closer together as they fill you up, fucking both of your holes gloriously. Ransom shoves his fingers into your mouth and you’re glad, needing something to help keep you quiet. You suck on his digits, before nibbling on them, saliva slipping from the side of your mouth and dribbling right back down onto him. 

He grabs the back of your head and leans up to kiss you, sloppy and hard, “Messy girl.” He slurs against your lips before he bucks hard into you, making you squeal.  

Your head is soon pulled back, craning towards the ceiling as Andy tugs on your hair. Ransom’s fingers are back in your mouth as both men push into your pussy and ass, making you quiver. You can feel them everywhere. Andy’s large hands around your hips, his fingers sliding up your spine before gripping your shoulder. Ransom’s fingers hooking your teeth, the other hand squeezing your wrist that’s holding some of your weight against the table. 

A slap is leveled to your behind - you’re not sure by who - but it sends a spark right through your hypersensitive body. Your pussy clenches as you grind your teeth together, your face twisted in pleasure and pain. Another slap comes, quickly followed by another and it’s all just a little too much. Andy fucking your tight ass, Ransom filling your cunt, your clit being massaged by your own thrusting motions - it’s intoxicating. You’re finding that you love being pushed right to the brink of what you can and cannot handle. Not only is it intoxicating - it’s quickly addictive. 

You lean up, separating your chest from Ransom’s, and Andy knows exactly what to do. He reaches for your tits, groping them before he starts to tweak your nipple, just how you like right before you’re about to come. You bite down on Ransom’s fingers, still in your mouth, as you thrust your hips, down onto Ransom and then back into Andy, wanting to feel it all at once. They both speed up, fucking into you hard and fast as your pleas and cries fill the room. 

Andy slams into you and it tips you right over the edge. Your thighs start to shake as you tense before your orgasm rips through your body. You don’t even recognize your own voice as you screech and moan, the waves crashing over and over again. You soon feel Ransom shudder beneath you and then a warmth spread through you as he ruts hard into you as he begins to spurt. Andy is close behind, his spunk spilling into your ass seconds after Ransom.

Andy pushes deep into you before he places his palm flat in the center of your back. You’re a mess. Cum dripping from your pussy and ass, strings of saliva hanging from your lips and chin. You’re sated - fucked like every girl on the planet should be. There’s a pair of lips on your shoulder, trailing kisses down your back as another pair peck at your forehead and the side of your face.

Ransom drags his hands up and down your thighs as you rest against him, Andy’s hands massaging your shoulders and skirting up and down your sides for only God knows how long. 

“We should probably get moving,” Andy says after a while, “I’m sure they’re wondering what’s going on in here.”

You groan, drawing laughs from both the men before you slink off of Ransom, your body now empty and cold. Andy takes your hand, helping you off the table, and keeping a hand on your back as you move on wobbly feet back to your pants. The three of you dress quietly, but within a close proximity to one another. You are, of course, the last to finish up, Andy and Ransom watching as you button up the last button on your blouse and rake your fingers through your hair. 

“Do I look okay?” You ask softly, laughing just a little as the new memories of what just happened flash before your eyes. 

You gain a smile from both of them, both picking up on your nervousness and slight hesitation, “Always.” Ransom answers.

“So, I guess I need to file new paperwork Monday morning?” Andy asks, adjusting the collar of his jacket over his neck.

You smile back before glancing over at Ransom, “What kind of paperwork?”

“Hold paperwork. Until we can… figure this out?”

Andy shifts his eyes to Ransom, who turns to you, “That’s up to the princess, here.”

Your eyes bounce between his, that seriousness reentering them again. As much as you try, you just can’t hate him. He makes it hard, but if he ever really needed you, you know you’d be there. He’d pull his stupid shit and you’d be right back in his bed, full of his cock, screaming his name. 

You glance back at Andy, whose eyes are just as serious and full of adoration as Ransom’s. He’s a good man, a steady man - the type of man that you wish Ransom could be. He’s not a man that you just give up because you can’t seem to tear yourself away from your asshole sometimes ex, sometimes not husband. 

And then, it dawns on you. 

Your smile grows larger. You scratch at your Andy’s beard with your fingers before linking your free hand with Ransom’s. You’ve got the best of both worlds, sitting right in the palm of your hand. Not only do you hold Ransom’s power, you have Andy’s too. 

Ransom was right, this will be fun for the three of you.

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[loversclwb]

request: Okay okay so what about Jacob Barber having the worst day ( maybe because Ben and Derek were jerks to him ) so he calls his gf when he gets home and asks her to come over and cuddle. When she hears his sad tone, she rushes over there and he’s like “ can you hold me for a while “ and how can she say no to that? So she lets him rest on her and plays with his hair until they both fall asleep ( bonus if Andy finds them like that ) thank youuu 💘

warnings: homophobic slurs, physical violence

authors note: i love this so much 🥺 i love writing cuddle fics you have no idea! im sorry this took so long to deliver :( also, i’m apart of the lgbtq+ community :) i would never use any slur that didn’t belong to me.

jacob dropped his bag onto the floor of his room. he ran his hand over his face, sighing heavily as he rubbed his tired eyes.

today wasn’t very good. in fact, it wad the opposite of good. and it was all bens fault, like usual.

“sup, faggot” ben sneered. he laughed cruelly as he slapped jacob up the back of the head, jacob dropping his books to cradle it.

“hows your girlfriend going?” the rifkin boy asked. jacob hesitated, why the hell was he asking about you? “she’s been good, i guess” jacob mumbled lowly, “why do you care?”

ben smirked, ignoring the end of jacobs sentence “oh really? thats great. i was actually hoping i could talk to you about her. yeah, was hoping you’d let me tap that tonight. been wanting to for awhile, but i thought i’d be polite and ask first.”

jacob clenched his eyes shut. he was trying to get the memory out of his head, bens a fucking bitch, no doubt, and he was nothing more than that. jacob wouldn’t let someone so pathetic bother him.

“e-excuse me?” jacob turned to face ben. originally, he had his back turned to ben so he couldn’t see his discomfort, but he didn’t care right now.

“you heard me” ben laughed, “so can i? she’d definitely say yes, i’ve seen her all around school with you. hanging off of you like some dumb slut, but thats what she is right?”

jacob’s face screwed up, “fuck off, dickhead!” he yelled.

bens face fell to a more serious expression. “what did you say to me?”

“i said, fuck o-!” jacob was stopped mid sentence from ben’s fist colliding with his face. he stumbled back, tripping over his feet and falling to the ground.

“who fucking said you could speak to me that way?” ben shouted before he kicked jacob in the stomach.

when he didn’t get an answer, he crouched down to jacobs level “learn some fucking respect” he spat at him.

jacob frowned. he rubbed his stomach, there was a purple bruise in the middle where ben had hit him. it wasn’t really sore, more an achy type of pain.

luckily for him, bens punch didn’t leave a mark, so he didn’t have anything to hide.

he bent down and grabbed his bag. he winced, the pain of his sore torso being crumpled kicking it.

jacob pulled out his phone. if anyone could make him feel better, it’d be you.

he went into his contacts, pressed ‘y/n 💘’ and waited for you to pick up.

ring, ring, ri-

“heyy” he could practically hear your smile through the phone. “hey baby” he tiredly smiled.

“how are you? do you need something?” you questioned him. “can you come over please?” he asked, “i need you.”

butterflies filled in your stomach and a blush covered your cheeks. “of course i can, how could i say no to you?”

jacob chuckled from the other end of the line “get here soon please, i need cuddles.”

“okay, i’m leaving now. i’ll see you in ten minutes!” you grabbed your house key from your desk. it had your house keys, a charm or two and a key to jacob’s house. andy had given it to you a few months ago incase of emergencies.

“i love you” jacob hummed. “i love you too” you whispered back, “i’ll see you soon.”

its a ten minute walk from your house to jacobs, so you got there the usual time later. you pushed the front door open and walked up the staircase to jacobs room.

when you opened the door, jacob was laying on his bed in comfy clothes. t-shirt and sweats.

when jacob heard the door opening, he shot up off of the bed to hug you. his arms wrapped around your middle, nuzzling his face into your neck. you immediately hugged him back, your arms slung around his neck.

you pulled away and cupped his cheeks in your hands. “hey, are you okay?” you pressed a quick kiss to his lips before he could answer.

jacob gave you a tired smile “just ben being a dick, but i’m better now that you’re here.” “you’re so cheesy, shut up” you laughed.

“can we cuddle?” jacob pouted.

you nodded, kicking your shoes off and following him back to the bed.

jacob wrapped himself around you, clinging onto you like a child. his head buried back in your neck, arms around your waist again.

your hands combed through his hair and jacob sighed in content. he loved when you played with his hair, it made him feel as peace.

“i’m sorry you had a bad day” you mumbled, pressing kisses onto the crown of his head.

jacob hummed in response. his fingers had pushed your shirt up slightly and were caressing the skin of your hips.

“it’s okay, thank you for coming over” he replied. “i’m tired” jacob yawned after his sentence, proving his point.

“go to sleep, baby. you had a long day” you said.

jacob nodded into your neck, “goodnight, babe.” “goodnight jake” you smiled.

it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep while you ran your fingers through his hair, finger nails scratching lightly at his scalp.

you fell asleep soon after. the two of you were still clinging together, napping at 5:37 when andy came home.

“hey kiddo!” andy greeted, walking into jacobs room. his smile fell when he saw the two of you, but it returned almost immediately after.

“this is too cute” andy mumbled, pulling his phone out to take a photo.

“dad?” jacob groaned. andy yelped in surprise, running out of the room and down the stairs.

“dad!”

#jacob barber #andy barber #defending jacob #jacob barber x reader #jacob barber x reader smut #jaeden martell #jaeden martell x reader #jaeden lieberher #jaeden lieberher x reader #bill denbrough x reader #jacob thrombey x reader #request

[spicyhokage]

Bill denbrough x reader // choking kink

Note: this is my first smut 😅 and it literally took me like two months to write. plus I forgot half of the story and I’m too lazy to read it over, so if it’s not matching up then 🤷🏻‍♀️ anyways enjoy.

Warnings: Smut, Choking kink, Big dick bill energy, Teasing, and Dick riding.

Word count: 2111 (I think it’s somewhere around that so 🤷🏻‍♀️)

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Bill’s parents left on a two-week vacation to celebrate their 21st anniversary of being together. Leaving bill alone by himself and in charge of the house. They knew bill is a good boy he’s never did anything bad. he’s a loyal kid and listens. they don’t have to give him rules like ‘don’t have a party' or whatever because they trust him. So that’s why they left the boy. He’s 17 They know he’s not dumb enough to trash their home and he’s old enough to be on his own for just two weeks.

And bill is taking his alone time to his vantage. He finally relaxed and gotten the most sleep he had in weeks. He enjoyed

His time by himself. nothing, but him and his thoughts.

Before bill’s parents left they worked him to death by making him clean the whole entire house from top to bottom while they packed. by the time bill was done the house practically looked like Disney on ice. not only did that ware billy boy out, but he also had shit loads of homework to do. Making Bill the most miserable he has ever felt that day.

Y/n bill’s girlfriend of two years and best friend of four. had known all of this since bill called her last night at 4 am crying about how stressed he felt from school and wore out from cleaning. he literally can’t wait for his parents to leave. which they did just a few hours ago.

Bill and y/n have never spent as much time together now these days. all they do is pass each other in the school halls seeing as they have totally different schedules and are always busy while the other is not. The most they been doing for the past three months now is late-night phone calls and even that is once in a while since they always fall asleep due to the lack of energy from their day.

That’s why y/n seen this as the perfect opportunity to come over and surprise bill. They can have a movie night and cuddle. And boy does y/n miss bill’s cuddles. She was practically squealing to herself while walking to his house.

As soon as she got there she checked the door to see if it was open before knocking. And of course it was open.

'That’s a stupid move but you’re lucky I love you denbrough' y/n thought as she walked in the house closing the door and locking it quietly as possible. not wanting to disturb her boyfriend if he was asleep. Which he wasn’t he was actually laying down on the couch listening to music with his walkman.

Sneaking on the boy she jumps on top of him. Causing his eyes to shoot open in fear, but he quickly becomes relieved that it’s just his girlfriend. he wraps his arms around her closing his eyes once more. It takes a minute before it clicks to him that ITS HIS GIRLFRIEND WHO HE HASNT SEEN IN MONTHS. And then his eyes shoot back up and he takes his earphones out pulling her closer to him and kissing her all over her face causing her to giggle. "I missed you too." She says between laughs. "What you doing here?" He pulls himself up a bit so now he’s sitting with her in his lap. "I wanted to see you since we haven’t really had time for ourselves, also I really missed your cuddles." Y/n says wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. "I missed your kisses," Bill mumbles against her lips. "Hm" she hums in response.

What started out as soft kisses soon turned into a make-out session yet to bill and y/n it was no surprise. Bill was now hovering over her while making out instead of her being in his lap like before. As bill goes to cup her cheek his hand goes around her neck and squeezes a bit on accident. Taking y/n by shock and causing her to moan into his mouth. Knowing what he did bill quickly pulls away. "I- I’m sorry y/n I didn’t m- m- mean it. I was-" bill’s apologize gets cut off by y/n’s lips back on his. Pulling away. she whispers in his ear "do it again." Bill looks at her with wide eyes. a bit confused then looks back down to his hand that was wrapped around her throat earlier as if he’s debating if he should do it again. He looks back at her only now realizing the lust that fills her eyes that’s staring back up at him and his confusion clears as it’s very obvious now. he smirks and wraps his hands around her throat again. "You like this don’t you?" He questions. All she does is nod while biting back on her lip as she watches Bill’s next move. "I never knew you were into choking" Bill says, squeezing her neck causing a loud moan to leave her mouth. She looks at his hand that’s around her throat as the veins pop out of his arm while he chokes her. And she presses her legs together. as she feels herself aching just at the sight. Bill still smirking from the fact that he found her horny weakness pays close attention to her movements. "is it the choking that turns you on or my hands?" He asks, "both." Y/n manages to get out as he still chokes her. "Choking kink and hand fetish. Who would have known." He chuckles softly. "So tell me, what is it exactly that you find so attractive about my hands?" Not getting a response right away he squeezes tighter. "Use your words, princess"

"veins" she gasps out while he keeps his tight hold around her neck. He chuckles "you’re so hot when your helpless and needy" going down to kiss her. She whimpers into the kiss giving Bill the advantage to slide his tongue in her mouth. While his mouth worked wonders against hers his hand that was around her neck starts traveling down her body making it’s way to her pants slipping his hand in he pulls back the waistband of her panties causing it to slap back into her skin making her whimper again. "Quit being such a tease" she mumbles against his lips. "Someone can’t wait" he mumbled back as he toys with her panties. Getting impatient she was about to beg him to do something when he pushes two fingers in her making her gasp in shock. He slowly pumps his fingers while his lips find it’s way to her neck sucking and biting.

"Hm, so wet for me already?" He teases. "Can you shut up." She moans out. His lips travel to her ear ” Where’s the fun in that?" he questions his hot breath blowing into her ear making her shiver in pleasure. finally having enough of his games she quickly flips them over causing bill’s fingers to flea out of her as she was now on top of him her hands go to his pants pulling them down in seconds. He chuckles ” Not a fan of my slow and steady pace. Are we?"

"Just shut up and let me suck your dick." She shots back making him groan in response. she softly kisses him on the lips before making her way down his body. Once she gets to where he needs her most she slowly pulls his boxers down. Taking her time with him as he did with her. His erection is practically at his stomach. which makes her eyes go wide for a second. it seems like y/n forgets how big bill’s dick actually is judging by the fact that every time she sees him it’s like it’s the first time she saw him. she lowers her face blowing hot air on his cock making his hips buck up trying to get a little friction. "Please." He begs. "See, it’s not fun being the one getting teased now is it?" She smirks. "Just do something." He begs her once more. She takes his cock and slowly licks from the base to the head then licks the tip making his eyes roll back in pleasure before she takes him fully until his cock hits the back of her throat. His breath hitches as she starts bobbing her head at a fast past, but not too much that she can’t handle. Bill’s hand finds it’s way to her head tangling his hand in her hair as he guides her mouth up and down his member. he rolled his hips while he thrust into her as she pumps the rest that couldn’t fit. She hollows her checks trying to create a better friction. He was getting closer to cumming she could tell by his quick breaths and the way his dick started twitching in her mouth ‘that was fast.' She thought to herself. She picked up her speed causing him to gasp loudly. He was so close.

"Just like that y/n, you’re such a good girl." He moans out. He could feel himself on the very edge of cumming. Just when he was about to release she pulls her mouth from his member with a little pop sound. Wiping the drool off her chin. He whines in frustration. "W-why did you sto-" "I’ll rather have you finish inside me." She cuts him off and climbs back on top of him. grinding on his cock. desperate for any friction to help relieve her throbbing clit. Bill groans in response while throwing his head back on the armrest of the couch. she knows Bill isn’t gonna last very long so she pulls her panties down completely. And guides his cock to her wet entrance. with this bill lets out a shaky moan at the contact. They both softly moan as she slowly sinks down on his length. A dull ache fills her as she steadies herself and feels Bill’s hand come up around her neck. She looks at him startled, placing her hand on his and moving it to be right where she needs him. until he’s fully inside of her.

Not wanting to wait she places her hands on his chest as she rides out her pain until it becomes pleasure. His hips snap up as he looks at her tensely. She can feel his fingers curl around her throat, placing pressure, not on her windpipe but pausing the airflow and the pleasure makes her headspin. Moans spill from her lips with soft ease, and Bill keens at the way she seems to take him so much better like this. He releases his hand to be safe but leaves it there and she whines at the loss. he bucks his hips up into hers again as she rocks down onto him. he wasn't going to last long, they both knew that. the base of him grinds against her clit as he thrusts up into her. with every thrust, he hits that spot inside of her, making her eyes roll back from the amount of pleasure over looting her. she bounces on him speed picking up. he can tell she’s getting closer. The only sounds in the empty house are their hips slapping together and her soft moans mixed with his low groans. Her walls clenching on him tighter makes his hand that was holding her neck pulling her down to connect their lips. "I’m not gonna last long so you better cum now," Bill says against her lips, his words alone were enough to make her a moaning mess. Her walls clench harder as he whispers dirty things to her knowing very well that it’s a weakness of hers. "Bill i- I’m." she cuts her own self off with a loud moan. And bill can’t help but chuckle. "I know baby, go ahead." with his permission her eyes roll back as she cums on top of him. the sight of her orgasming on top of him was enough for him to cum as well. She rides out both of their highs. she whines as she pulls him out of her, both of their cum covered the inside of her thighs. She collapses on top of him staying like that as they catch both their breath.

"We should do this more often."

"Yeah, if I knew you had a choking kink before then I probably would have fucked you every chance I got."

"Would it matter? choking kink or not you’ll still fuck me every chance you get."

"True."

#bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough #bill denbrough smut #bill denbrough x reader smut #choking kink #IT 2017 #IT #it chapter two #losers club #bowers gang #pennywise #pennywise 🤢 #tbh i dont know what to tag #it chapter one #big dick bill 👀 #defending Jacob #jacob barber #jacob barber x reader #jacob thrombey #jacob thrombey x reader #knives out #low tide #low tide peter #idk #jaeden martell #jaeden wesley #i lowkey hate tagging actors in the fics

[sleepyimpala]

inseprable

FANDOM: Knives Out. PAIRING: jacob thrombey x reader. GENRE: fluff. WARNINGS: racist slurs, swearing. REQUESTED: yes. 

“No one cares what you have to say,” you snap at Meg, cocking your head. “Stoner,”

“Oh, stop it!” She hisses. Jacob raises his eyebrows, smirking. “Control your fucking girlfriend,”

You flip her off before anything gets too serious.

“Y/N…” Marta starts. You roll your eyes, you didn’t want to hear another stupid lecture.

Marta was probably the one person you got along with.

Besides your boyfriend, of course.

Jacob smirks at the floor, you smile softly and rest your head on his shoulder.

“You know, technically, this kind of relationship is illegal,” Meg retorts.

“Yeah, well, she was my friend first.” Jacob hisses. You smile again.

“God, you’re both such little fucks but I still ship it,” Meg rolls her eyes in annoyance.

“Ship?” Marta repeats.

“It’s where you put two people together in a relationship and support it,”

“Children,” tuts Linda.

“What?! It’s a fucking Twilight family relationship is all I’m saying,” Meg shrugs.

“Who even watches that movie?” You roll your eyes.

“Can you guys like, turn it down on the PDA, please?” Marta mutters.

You were sitting in Jacob’s lap.

“Can you turn it down on the PDA, please?” You mock, shaking your head.

You turn around to kiss him on the cheek pointedly.

“You’re so fucking annoying.”

“You’re still so fucking single.”

“You little shit!”

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[chuckbass-love]

Upcoming work!

I have some new things coming out when i’ve finished the Why Him? fanfic

Andy Barber mini series - You Deserve Better

Colin Shea - I Miss You (one shot)

Chris Evans - Want You Back (one shot)

Ransom Drysdale mini series - Keep It Between Us 

I can’t wait to share this work with you guys. I’m so proud of all of them. 

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! I write for ALL!!

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[sunnysidevans]

Hey everyone!!

I’m really glad that everyone is enjoying the ransom fics I’ve posted! I’m hoping to have even more fics coming to the blog soon.

If you missed anything you are more than welcome to find my writings here ⤵️

Happy reading :)

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[asteriismos]

politics - jacob thrombey

authors note : pls listen to ‘tear you apart’ by she wants revenge while reading this literally. I hope this is at least consistent i did not proofread.

warning(s) : smut, swearing, degrading stuff

words : 3.4k

summary : you’re the liberal, bernie sanders lover at your prep school and jacob is the conservative nazi. the day of your schools political rally each of you finally get rid of that underlaying tension between you two. 

“and oh my god he does this thing with his tongue and it just-”

“jesus, holly, we’re supposed to be talking about the rally,” you said to your friend, giving her daggers when you glanced at her. it was a day until the rally your private school, buxton prep, had every four years for the presidency. 

in usual democratic, liberal fasion, you were rallying for bernie sanders. since you were a senior this year you got to run the whole project, which was obviously more work than you thought it would be, but then again it would look good on college applications. it also got you out of going to the boring classes you didn’t want to go to. all you had to do was raise your hand and say you needed to do something for the rally, and the teacher would dismiss you like it was nothing. 

when you were a little freshman four years ago during the previous election, you were a part of the democratic team as well. though at that time you were just a little fourteen year old, so the seniors and juniors basically made you their lackey. you got coffee for them, baked so many cookies, and went on too many food runs you lost track of the number. you also made so many signs your fingers bled from the amount of paper cuts you got. 

overall, you were very happy that you didn’t have to do that this year. call it hazing, but it made sense that the freshman were tasked with doing all that stuff. 

at your school, which was too preppy it made rival schools want to throw up, the freshman were at the bottom of the food chain. and you had worked really hard to be the senior that you were now. you were popular, always having a group of lackeys, and had one of the best grades in your entire class. 

“. . . sorry y/n, but i am working, look at these signs,” holly said, holding up the sign she was working on. it was a nice sign. holly was purposely tasked with doing the designs because she wanted to be an art major, and she was just a sophomore so you didn’t feel bad about telling her she needed to make fifty. 

you gave her a feigning proud smile, nodding your head. “okay, whatever you say. who are you talking about anyways?”

holly looked up from her work, a blush splaying across her face. “no one, don’t worry about it, it was a one time thing.” 

her eyes, however, gave it away. they looked past you and right at the group of boys who you despised. well, some of them were good, but they were led by someone who you fucking hated it made your blood boil.

dressed in the boys uniform of your school, a dark blue sweater with a white collar popped out and black dress pants, was jacob thrombey. he was talking to some of the other boys in the senior class, motioning with his hands while he talked expressively. you looked back at holly with wide eyes, realizing that jacob was the person that she had been talking about. 

“you did not sleep with jacob thrombey,” you said, mouth agape with shock. 

holly laughed nervously. “like i said, it was a one time thing! it was at that party you said you were going to go with the group to and you never showed up. i was horny i don’t know.” 

“oh, that party, right,” you said with a shrug. you said that you would meet your group of friends at the party that colin ( another boy of the thrombey group ) was hosting this past weekend. but then the more you thought about it, the more you didn’t want to go because getting wasted on a saturday night and possibly ending up in bed with anyone from that group did not sound like a fun time. plus you wanted to take a bath and watch netflix, have a little relaxing night. “still . . . sleeping with the enemy?”

you tuned out holly’s excuses, instead searching your bag for the flyers that you thought you had put in there that you printed in the library earlier. they weren’t there, you probably just forgot to take them and left them in the library by the printer. you groaned, excusing yourself from the group and walking out of the cafeteria. 

your black dress shoes clanked against the smooth tile of the hallway. you anxiously pulled down your dark blue and black checkered skirt so that nothing you didn’t want showing was showing. the skirts were already short enough, which was a little sexist on the schools part, but it was your uniform. there was nothing that you could really do about it. 

the library was unlocked, thank god. you turned the lights on and walked in, making your way to the back to the printers. once you got there you saw your flyers sitting there where they had been left by you in second period. 

soft footsteps echoed closer to you and you turned around, seeing jacob walking over to the printers, phone in hand. suddenly the other printer next to you started up, signaling that he was printing something too. probably his own posters. 

“hey y/n,” he greeted, glancing at you and then leaning against the table, fingers tapping against the wood. 

you scoffed. “thrombey. following me?”

“no, I know this is going to be a dent in your little rich girl complex, but the world doesn’t revolve around you. i’m printing stuff for the rally,” he replied. of course he was.

jacob was running the donald trump campaign for the rally. making you hate him even more than you already did. the way that he acted like no one else in the world mattered except himself made you want to rip your hair out, and the fact that he had the audacity to act like you were the entitled one. 

instead of getting political with him ( because that would be happening all day tomorrow ), you looked at him and said, “could you maybe stop fucking my friends?”

jacob looked at you quizzically. “what do you mean?”

“holly said you hooked up with her at that party, could you maybe not fuck my friends? or if you’re going to hook up with them at least stop hooking up with sophomores. i know they’re easy and can’t see how much of an asshole you are but seriously. gross,” you scoffed. 

“are you jealous?”

you squinted at him. “no, i’m not fucking jealous. i just don’t want you to hook up with her again and then she comes crying to me because you wanted to do knife play or something.” 

jacob only laughed, taking the pile of flyers that finished printing. “why do you think i’m such a sadist?”

“because we all know those hand marks on carissa’s neck last year weren’t just a coincidence after you hooked up with her.”

he didn’t answer, instead shrugging his shoulders and watching away. you sighed, realizing that you were never going to get him to listen to anything you said ever. he was too much of an ass, luckily soon enough you never would have to see him again after you graduate. 

-

today was the day of the rally, and you were more than excited. the only problem was that you were stressed out of your mind trying to get everything set up in your large booth. everyone was either setting up the blue cookies that had been baked or getting the pins ready to hand out with sanders printed on them in large blue letters. 

“where are the shirts?” you asked one of your helpers, giving her a condescending look. “don’t tell me you left them in mrs. prescott’s classroom.”

she had. fucking god. 

you shook your head and turned on your heel, walking away from your booth and leaving someone else in charge while you were gone. you turned the corner and made your way into the big classroom. 

“what the hell are you going here?” a male voice asked. it was jacob, who was looking in a box that had your name on it. it was the box with the shirts. 

you walked over to where he was and grabbed the box away from him. “what are you doing with my shirts?”

“just looking, shitty design,” he said. 

you scoffed. “you’re an ass you know that? no one actually likes you, you have no respect from anyone but your little meathead jocks.” you meant to get him mad, but the look he gave you realized that he was in a more angry mood than he usually is.

“you think you’re such a tough bitch,” jacob yelled at you, pushing you back with such force you felt your stomach drop. his hands came to your shoulders and pushed you again, until you were pressed all the way up against the wall. your shoulder blades dug against the cold concrete, back of your head hitting against it. “you think that you’re so fucking entitled,” he went on, his body capturing yours in a hold so you couldn’t squirm out. 

your hands came to his chest, trying your best to push him away from him. his arms were pressed against the wall, still trapping you. in a leap of faith, you looked up into his piercing green eyes and gave him a smirk. “yeah? and what are you going to do about it, thrombey? teach me a lesson?” 

a sadistic smile came across his face, which made you instinctively press your thighs together, realizing how wet you actually were just looking at him, just feeling how close he was to your body. 

“you’d like that wouldn’t you? for me to teach you a lesson, fuck you until you can’t stand,” he hissed, his head ducked down and pressed hot kisses against your neck. his teeth grazed along that sweet spot and you gasped, your hands now balling up into fists on his chest. jacob laughed against your neck, using his tongue to lick a clean stripe all the way up your neck to the edge of your jaw. “amazing how much of a needy bitch you actually are. not really that tough, are we?”

“fuck you,” you said in a weak voice, feeling his hips grind against your own. he laughed again at your weak attempts to savor the last bit of dignity you had left in you, even though your own body was betraying your mind. your brain was going haywire, not knowing if you were going to push him all the way off of you and leave, or if you were going to give into the temptation. 

the latter ended up winning and you succumbed into his touch, pulling him by his shirt to kiss you. the second his lips landed on yours his tongue slipped into your mouth, fighting with your own and ultimately winning in the little power play you had going on with him. 

he pulled off your shirt, leaving you in nothing but your bra and skirt that was being hiked up by his other hand. you worked aimlessly on his own clothing, pulling off the dark blue blazer and only being left with his white collared button up undershirt to be in between the skin of both of your chests. your hands came up to take off his tie and get the buttons undone, but his own hands grabbed your wrists, tutting condescendingly. 

“that’s not how this is going to go, princess,” jacob said, pulling your hands to his belt of his black dress pants. “did you really think that i was going to let you be in control? i know that you’re a brat, but i didn’t think that you were dumb.”

you whined at his words, hating that his degrading words turned you on even more. his eyes motioned down to the ground and you quickly realized what he wanted. jacob stepped away from you enough to make you slink to your knees, hands still connected to the waistband of his pants. 

deciding to play the brat card with him, you looked up at him and said, “what do you want me to do, jacob?” it was in the most innocent tone you had ever made in your life and the look that he gave you almost made you cum in your pants right then and there. 

your hands came to palm him through his pants, keeping your eyes on him to see jacob’s head throw back with a low groan. his hands found their way to your hair, while you gave his growing bulge a light kiss. you continued to do this until his head came back to look down at you, hand moving to hold you by your jaw. “enough of this,” he spat, undoing his belt and watching as you unzipped his pants and pull them down to the ground. he took himself into his hands and pumped lazily a few times, until letting it rest on your closed lips. 

precum wiped against your kiss swollen lips as you opened your mouth, tongue falling out, waiting for him to do anything. he tutted again, other hand gripping your hair, finally pushing his dick into your mouth. he went as far as he could, hitting the back of your throat and watching you gag around it. you didn’t let yourself gag too much though, just enough to get remotely comfortable as he stilled in your throat. 

then he started moving your head up and down his cock, finding a steady rhythm that had you breathing in and out rapidly through your nose, spit dripping off his shaft and down your chin. the lewd noise that came out of your mouth made you moan, the vibrations enough to make him groan himself. 

he pulled you off of him, spit falling and getting everywhere on your face. “at least your pretty while i face fuck you, unlike your little friend holly. she just kept gagging and choking, which was hot at first, then a little sad,” he mentioned, wiping some of the spit off your chin with his thumb. 

you were about to talk to him again, until he was pushing right back into your mouth, to which you hollowed your cheeks out as much as you could to fit all of him in there. 

the sounds of his noises sent pressure right to your core, and you needed to alleviate the hot pressure that was building. sneakily ( or what you thought was sneakily ), your hands came to play with your clit, making you groan out against his dick. this caught his attention, and he pulled all the way out of you to give you a frown.

“are you actually touching yourself without my permission?” he asked, his voice teasing you and making you feel like a little girl.

your eyes widened, feeling stupid from his words and scared about what he was going to do about you getting caught in the act. he was silent, only looking at you with those dark green eyes that made you squirm under his gaze. without speaking, he pulled off the tie he was wearing and grabbed your hands, pushing your wrists together behind you. 

you couldn’t see what he was going to do until you felt the fabric bite into your skin, hearing the fabric fold into a tight knot. you tried to move your hands away from the tie and you couldn’t, they were tied together, unable to do anything. you were completely in his control now. 

“i'm sorry jacob . . . please i want to touch you,” you whined, though your voice was breaking from him ruining your throat.

he just laughed. “no, you wanted to touch yourself. don’t lie y/n, or i’ll just keep you like this and make you watch me finish myself off.” 

you hated that you found how cruel he was being hot, that it made you even more wet at the thought of him doing anything he wanted to you now that you were completely in his control. 

“get up,” he ordered, grabbing you under your arms and helping you onto your feet. it took you a moment to steady yourself since you didn’t have much balance, though you weren’t standing for long when he pulled you over a few feet away and bent you over the closest desk. your chest pressed against the cold surface, he pushed your head down too, cheek against the wood. 

he pulled you by the hair to hold you up, feeling his cock press up against you. “suck on these real quick for me princess,” jacob muttered, pushing two fingers into your mouth. you moaned against them, wiping your tongue all around them, letting your spit catch along his long digits. “good girl,” he praised, pulling them out of your mouth, pulling away your panties and inserting both of them into your aching hole. 

you yelped at the sudden pleasure, but pushed your hips against his hand, feeling him pump them in and out over and over again at an unforgiving pace. “is this what you wanted? just to be touched by someone you claim you hate,” his fingers pulled out of you, his hand landing to steady your hips. 

you heard him fumble a little bit, pushing into you after a few seconds went by. he was so big, and didn’t waste any time to let you adjust. when he bottomed out, he pulled all the way out and then back in roughly. you clenched around him, gasping breath in and out in a desperate attempt to adjust to him. 

even though he was going at an already fast pace, you could tell he was holding back. so you smirked, saying, “you said you’d fuck me till i can’t stand, but here i am standing.” jacob laughed, pulling you up by the hair again. you felt his hot breath fan against the shell of your ear as he whispered, “whatever you say.” 

his hips began rutting against you at an unbelievable pace, making you almost scream, head still being held up only by his hand in your hair. his lips kissed the skin below your ear, all the way down to the back of your neck, making you shiver and lean into his touch. 

your legs were already feeling tired, especially since your hands were still tied behind you by his tie and you couldn’t use them to hold yourself up. you felt like a limp rag doll against the desk while he pounded relentlessly into you. 

you were already so worked up that you knew you weren’t going to last very long, and surprisingly enough the way that the edge of the desk was digging into your hip bones the more you reached closer and closer to that edge. 

“fuck jacob i’m going to cum,” you yelled out, fingernails clenching into the palms of your hands. “please, please let me cum.”

“well since you asked so nicely,” jacob said. “cum then.”

you yelped out, squeezing around him and hitting your high like hitting a hard brick wall. the impact of him still rutting relentlessly and animal like into you made it hard for you to stand, riding out your high. his arm came to wrap around your waist, holding you against the desk while he chased his own high. 

the sensitivity you felt was enough to make your eyes water. jacob was not that far behind you though, giving you one last good thrust then spilling inside of you. you felt the cum enter you and fill you up, and when he pulled out you felt the liquid run down your inner thighs. 

the sounds of each of your breaths filled the room. your wrists were undone and you leaned against the desk, turning around and looking at them. there were deep purple bruises in a ring along them, and you knew those were going to be impossible to cover up with makeup to make your skin look natural.

each of you were silent while he got dressed and you cleaned him off of your thighs with a kleenex, getting dressed yourself. until you said, “you’re lucky i’m on birth control, asshole. you didn’t even ask me if you could come inside.”

“I figured you were, seemed like you,” he retorted. 

“you’re still unbelievable,” you answered, deciding to pin up your hair because there was no way you would be able to make it look normal while it was down. 

jacob tied his tie and gave himself a once over. “yeah, and you’re still a brat. see you at the rally, hopefully your voice recovers or else you’ll have to explain to all of your liberal bitches about how you got on your knees for me.”

asshole.

#jacob thrombey #jacob thrombey x reader #jacob thrombey smut #jacob thrombey imagine #knives out #knives out imagine

[lavenderruris]

𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

     (*) - smut

𝗥. 𝗗𝗿𝘆𝘀𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗲

|| ransom drysdale headcanons

𝗝.𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗲𝘆

|| jacob thrombey headcanons

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[jbreenr]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader

Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.

Word count: 3k.

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

Wheel results (just attaching evidence):

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Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.

Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.

If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have. 

He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request. 

So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.

He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were. 

“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.

“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.

You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.

“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.

The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”

“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”

To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.

“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”

He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.

“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”

Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.

Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.

“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.

None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.

Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.

You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.

What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.

You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence. 

Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse. 

“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.

“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.

“Really? Which one have you read?”

And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.

“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.

The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.

“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.

You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. “But I enjoyed both.”

She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.

The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.

“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”

Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen. 

“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone. 

Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through. 

“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”

Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.

“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”

As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.

“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”

Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen… 

Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to. 

His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.

“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.

Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.

“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.

Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.

“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing. 

“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours. 

Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss. 

“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.

Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.

“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.

“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”

Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”

With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.

He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”

His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then. 

“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”

“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.

Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.

Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.

His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.

Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.

Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.

There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.

Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him. 

“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”

His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.

Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.

The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.

And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.

With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.

A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.

“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.

A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud. 

“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”

With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears. 

Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.

He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.

You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention. 

“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.

“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.

“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.

“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.

When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.

“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.

“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer. 

“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”

Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.

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[ellerosie2332]

Ransom Drysdale x Wife!Reader

In for a Penny Part: Six

Word Count: 1528

Series Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Spoilers for Knives Out, Talks of pregnancy, Murder, Swearing, Potentially dark themes (but not really), Death, Nausea, Anxiety. (I may add more as the series progresses)

Part Warnings: Thrombey/Drysdale Family, Language. (Let me know if I missed anything.)

Series Summary: When Harlan Thrombey is found dead, the last person you would think is responsible is. The only problem is how far do you go to protect the ones you love the most.

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Today is the day of the will reading. In all honesty, I was both excited and nervous. I knew that everything is now Marta’s and the excitement of seeing the entire Thrombey clan freak out was almost bubbling over. However, after today, the house will no longer belong to Harlan. As much as I hated to admit it, it hurt that Harlan didn’t leave anything in the will for me or Ransom, although I understand his reasonings.

The nervousness I was feeling waws about what was going to happen next. Marta was technically going to get way with what she did to Harlan and profit from it. Something about the whole situation didn’t settle right in my stomach.

I had to go into work before the will reading. After Harlan died. I was given some time off. When Marta told me what happened, I had this gut feeling that Harlan’s death wasn’t going to be the ned of things. So last night I decided, whilst Ransom slept, that I was going to take some more time off. Theoretically, I didn’t have to go in to request time off, but I found driving therapeutic so going in would be better.

Both me and Ransom woke up at a similar time and for about half an hour Ransom just cuddled me. It was nice to just spend some time with my husband, especially with everything that is going on at the moment. A few minutes alone was what the two of them needed. I knew that  in a matter of a few hours, I would most likely be dealing with a stressed-out Ransom.

Finally, we decided to get up. Getting ready was a task and a half as Ransom was trying to fuck me at every opportunity. As much as I wanted to give into him, we couldn’t be late, especially as I had to go to work first.

Eventually, we were both ready and with a kiss goodbye, we both went to our respective cars. On the way to the hospital, I couldn’t help but think about everything that was going on. As sweet as Marta is, it was the mistake she made which triggered the event of Harlan’s death.

I was honestly torn with what to do. The police were snooping around now, and I just hoped that I wasn’t dragged into it too much. As selfish as that sounds, I worked hard to get where I was and the idea that my whole career could be jeopardised over this was hard to think about. It settled me down knowing that my husband was going to help me. Not that I needed a man to sort my problems out, but this time I was really stumped on how to help Marta.

By the time I reached work, I came to the conclusion that I should help Marta. At the end of the day, as a medical professional, I knew hoe detrimental one mistake can be. Entering the hospital, I tried to walk to my office without being too noticed. Everyone knew Harlan Thrombey and everyone at the hospital knew that I was married to his grandson.

Luckily for me, there wasn’t too many people around, so I just went straight into my office and filed the paperwork to request more time off.

By the time I was done and had gotten out of the hospital, I noticed that I didn’t have much time before the will reading. Driving quickly, but safely, I managed to make it to the mansion in time and saw that the police were there again.

Walking in, I could hear the commotion coming from the lounge. Walking around the corner, I could see that yet again, my husband was at the centre of the noise.

“Jacob was in that bathroom the night of the party.” Walt announced as I walked into the room and towards Ransom. Ransom automatically pulled me into his lap. I didn’t miss the way that Linda rolled her eyes at us.

“Oh, that’s where you were all night?” Joni chimed in, looking at Jacob.

“What the hell were you doing in the bathroom all night?” Richard asked him.

“Nothing.” Jacob defended.

“Swatting Syrian refugees.” Meg muttered under her breath.

“No. I was not”

“Alt right troll.” Meg continued.

“Liberal snowflake.” Jacob shot back.

“I don’t know what any of that means.” Walt confessed looking between his son and his niece.

“It means your son is a little creep.” Richard barked.

“Oh, MY son is a creep.” Walt laughed and I could feel Ransom, almost unnoticeably, tense underneath me.

“Guys!” Joni started to try and defuse the tension. “Walt he was in the bathroom…”

“He was in the bathroom.” Walt repeated.

“Joylessly masturbating to pictures of dead deer.” Richard couldn’t help himself. I glanced at Ransom when his father said that. We both pulled a face and I softly giggled.

“Okay you wanna go?” Walt started squaring up to Richard. As they started slapping each other pathetically, causing Joni and Linda to start to intervene, I could feel Ransom chuckling beneath me. I had to admit, the more the ‘fight’ progressed, the harder it was to try and contain my laughter.

“We gotta do this more often.” Ransom laughed, causing me to gently elbow him to keep quiet but I couldn’t hold back another grin as I playfully rolled my eyes.

Linda decided at this point to take charge of things. “Alright! Enough. Jacob, we get where this is going. The bathroom's next to Harlan's office, where he had the big fight with Ransom. You heard something. Spill it.”

“I just heard two things. My will.” Jacob then paused, breaking away from Linda’s glare to look directly at Ransom. “And I’m warning you.” He finished. As soon as Jacob finished, Walt raised his hands in the air.

“Ransom? What’s this mean?” Linda asked staring straight at Ransom.

“It means dad finally came to his senses and cut this worthless lazy brat out of the will.” Walt answered for him. Yet again I could feel Ransom tense underneath me. “And you better sell your little Beemer, and you better give your notice at that country club and kick whatever fashion drugs you're on cause if you think after the bridges you've burned, the shit you've said and what you've put this family through for the past ten years that any of us are going to support you, are going to give you like dad used to say a single red dime you're nuts.”

I looked back at Ransom but saw that his face was void of any emotion.

“Son?” Richard questioned

“Father?”

“Did Harlan say he was going to cut you out of the will?”

“Yep.” Ransom popped the ‘p.’

“Then he's done what we weren't strong enough to do - maybe this might finally make you grow up.”

I gripped Ransom’s hand tightly when Richard said that. I know that although he would never let it show, that really hurt him.

“I think this could be the best things that’s ever happened to you.” Linda admitted with a faux look of upset on her face.

“My mother ladies and gentlemen.” Ransom gestured towards Linda with the hand I was not holding.

“It won’t be easy for you, but it will be good, nothing good is ever easy.” Joni consoled in a condescending manner.

“Up your ass Joni, you've got your teeth bit into this family tit so hard…” Ransom’s voice was drowned out by Meg.

“Up your ass? Oh, very nice.”

“Ran don’t.” I whispered to him, trying to prevent what was going to happen next.

“As a matter of fact - Eat shit, how’s that? In fact, eat shit, eat shit - eat shit - Definitely eat shit. Eat shit.” Ransom ignored me as he carried on pointing at everyone. I sighed as Ransom made things worse for himself and made a mental note to help him destress at home later.

Everyone started shouting at each other in typical Thrombey/Drysdale fashion. Again, everyone was concerned on who would get what, unaware of the surprise they had coming their way.

“Okay this is going to be fun.” Ransom whispered in my ear.

“I know but did you really have to tell them all to eat shit? I mean you knew this would happen.” I muttered back.

“Yeah well, free entertainment. You can’t tell me you don’t find this amusing?” I looked out across the room as Ransom asked me the question.

“Fair enough this is funny.”

“What are you two whispering about?” Linda barked, gaining the families attention.

“What can’t I speak to my wife without you lot having to know?”

“Well, it must be important for it to be discussed now and not later when you’re at home.” Linda told them.

“Fine I was just telling Y/N how I can’t wait to fuck her all night tonight.” Ransom smirked. This again caused an uproar in the living room, and I hit his chest with a gasp. Thankfully, Harlan’s attorney, Alan called everyone through to the library.as everyone made their way through, Ransom whispered in my ear.

“Let the fun begin.”

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[justawriterand]

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Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Words: 1.4k

Summary: You’re invited to the Thrombey family’s Christmas party. Ransom has other ideas.

Warnings: unprotected sex, smut, some language (forgive me, Cap!), 18+

A/N: this is my first time posting my writing on here, let me know what you think.

The Thrombeys and the Drysdales are not nice families. They pretend they are, are all smiles to people's faces but pure venom behind your back. And you know this, have heard them speak about you when they think no one can hear them.

The alt-right troll you tutor isn't even the worst of them and that says something considering he spends all of his lessons posting hate online. Thinking he's right, a family trait.

There's one you do like though, one you know exactly where you stand with. Not all nice to your face and whispered daggers behind closed doors. No, with him you know exactly what he's thinking when he's thinking it and what he thinks of you without having to guess.

Hugh Drysdale.

Ransom.

The Christmas party is not much of the latter, they stand around and talk a lot while the music is too loud for you to hear them. Jacob pretends you don't exist which works just fine for you because you'd rather not be here anyway and wouldn't definitely not like to speak to him when you're not teaching him. He's glued to his phone again, thumbs busy at the screen as everything moves around him.

Marta, the nurse, is here too not dressed much different to what she wears when she cares for Harlan, the head of the family. She's talking to Meg, someone you don't know too well and would rather not interrupt even if it means you stand awkwardly by the wall sipping at a drink that, by now, is just melted ice.

That's when he comes up to you, eating a cookie you recognise from the cupboards. Thumb swiping along the tips of long fingers to rid of any crumbs before he speaks in that voice that sends shivers down your spine.

"Y/N. Having fun?"

"Oh yeah. Party of the year." You say, bringing the glass to your mouth as you realise he's watching your lips.

"How's my Nazi cousin treating you?"

"Jacob?"

"Do I have more than one?"

Your laugh gets stuck in your throat and you wish it hadn't, sounds like you're trying too hard.

"I hope not." You manage nothing left of the ice now, glass completely empty and there's nothing to distract you from him.

From the blue of his eyes that are grey in this room, the lights too dim to reach them but you know what they look like from the other times you'd stared at them for too long. Him and his perfect hair and how it folds just how he wants it to, combed to the sides and not a curl out of place. He's wearing a sweater, white and thick and covered in holes. Sleeves long, tickling at his knuckles as he tucks the edges into his palm.

"Wanna get out of here?"

"And go where?" You ask as if you care, just wanting to be with him.

"Anywhere that isn't around these assholes."

"Count me in."

He takes the glass from you, putting it onto one of the shelves without a coaster. Knowing it would drive his family crazy, water stains seeping into the wood. A little bit of you hopes they didn't know it was you, but then the rest of you couldn't care.

And you don't really get far, he pulls you into the bathroom like he couldn't wait to touch you. But you're scared, you know he has a temper, can't help but wonder if you've done something to get on the wrong side of it.

He locks the door and pushes you against the wall, not hard but it's enough to make you think twice about moving from his grip.

The palm of his hand is flat against your lips, your own breath warm on your skin as your mouth goes dry. His eyes are more black now, the blue you're so used to fading.

"Got to be quiet, the old man hears everything." Ransom beckons towards the vent, a metal grill where secrets pass between rooms. "I've seen the way you look at me."

You stop breathing at that, his other hand firm at your waist. Fingers untucking your shirt from your skirt before trailing to the small of your back.

"Do you want this?" He whispers, words warm against the line of your jaw as he moves his mouth to your ear. "Do you want me?"

You don't say anything at first, eyes rolling closed at his touch. Not being able to think straight at the way his breath hitches, telling you that it might not have just been you who'd imagined this.

You nodded, his fingers digging into your cheek following you as your head moved.

"You've got to be quiet. Can you be good and be quiet?" He asks, pulling away from you before his hand loosens around your lips letting you breathe without feeling it on your own skin.

"Yes." You manage but it's barely a sound, an almost whimper and he raises an eyebrow at you, needing more. "Yes." That's a little more convincing, a warmth already building at your core at the thought of what might happen.

Of his lips on yours, tongue at the seam of your mouth, hands exploring your skin.

And it's exactly like you imagined, the kiss fierce. Almost rushed but you melt into it, legs weak and you're glad he almost has you pinned, helping hold you in place. His jaw is smooth as you bring your hands to cup his face, needing to touch him too.

It's rushed, breaths staggered and moans swallowed. He brings his finger to his mouth when he draws back, reminding you to be quiet before pulling at his pants and his cock springs out, the tip wet and leaves a trail of precome on your skirt.

Something to worry about later.

"I, uh, I'm on birth control." You say, sounding like this is something you do all the time.

But it's him, he does this to you. Makes your words melt at your tongue and steals all sense.

"Okay. Good. Got to be quiet." He reminds you, fingers feeling the line of your panties before pushing them to the side. "And quick, before they come looking for us. Well, you. They won't care where I am."

The tip of his dick finds your folds and he doesn't wait, pushes it into you and you bring your mouth to his shoulder. Biting at his shirt to stifle any moans.

"You're so wet," he whispers, lips brushing against your ear. "You take me so well."

"Ransom." You moan into his neck.

"Call me Hugh." Ransom says as he thrusts, a little harder now. "You call me Hugh."

"I'm sorry."

His hands move to your thighs before lifting you off the floor and holding you against the wall. He fucks you in the air, fingers digging into the curve of your ass as he thrusts into you.

When you moan his name again, breathless as you bob, he tells you how you're his. How you were made for him, how he was meant to have you. All whispers in your ear adding to the warmth at the pit of your stomach.

And you're so close. Can feel yourself tightening around him as he calls you a good girl.

"Fuck, Hugh..." You breathe into his skin, mumbling words of nothing as he makes you feel everything.

The name does something to him, he changes with it. Only the help made to call him that. And that's what you were, you suppose.

Help. Helping him release some tension. Helping him get away from his family. Helping him come as you bring your mouth to his neck, lips leaving trails of spit as you move from his jagged thrusts.

Then he's done, slows to nothing and lets you back down to the floor. Doesn't wait for your legs to adjust to standing again, doesn't kiss you a thank you.

Just pulls out, cleans himself with a damp edge of the towel, looks at you through hooded eyes and leaves.

That's when you realise, he's just like the rest of the Thrombeys. Takes what he wants and doesn't care what he leaves behind.

But you don't care. You want more.

You want him.

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