o...pportune outfit (soulmates will eternally color coordinate, even if they have not met one another yet, and often times have similar patterns in their clothing).
🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 a short one
Just a reminder all characters are 18+
Justin feels ridiculously overdressed. After three years in a jumpsuit at juvie and another 18 months just waiting around for a full parole hearing, wearing the jacket and tie he first arrived in feels dumb. He feels constricted. He fumbles with the stupid blue pattern. Almost five years ago this paisley print made him feel old and extra out of place. But it was the only thing of his dad's he could grab before they were separated.
He doesn't pay attention to where he's going, starts making his way down the street, watching his too tight shoes move across the pavement more than anything. He was supposed to be checking into a halfway house tonight. He had a week to get adjusted, meet his parole officer, and start looking for jobs. But this afternoon he was free.
If he had been paying attention, he would have spotted you sooner. It would be hard to miss a woman in a near identical paisley blue dress. But you noticed him, spotted the tie right away. You knew there was a reason you decided to drag this ugly, old dress out of the closet today. You don't even think when you stop the young man.
"Paisley should be a crime." You announce.
When Justin looks up, his eyes go wide and he takes you all in, and it's a look worth all the constricting clothing he's wearing. For a moment he flounders, unable to think of what to say, what to think. Have you been wearing orange and beige for years, because of him?"
"It's better than beige." He hedges his bets, tests the water, as he feels all his blood rush to his cheeks.
"I don't know, I kind of liked the minimalistic look."
Your smile is dazzling, awe inspiring, jaw dropping. Justin wonders what your lips would feel like against his, on his forehead as you kiss him goodnight. He can't think of anything closer to heaven. He clears his throat to speak again, his plastic bag of meager belongings rustling in the wind, but you beat him to it.
NO girl dont ruin your early 20s by staying home every saturday and lamenting the death of your childhood while also being afraid to even act like a 20 something year old bc you still feel so young yet so old and lost all at once haha you’re so sexy!
Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.
So this is a long commission that has still got out of hand. At 7294 words, this part one is longer than I was commissioned to write (6000 words) and there’s still half the story to go, but that’s my fault for getting carried away with their world and prompts. So, in part one, we have our female soldier discovering herself somewhere utterly unfamiliar, and getting to grips with the environment, meeting some unfriendly wildlife, and one super friendly little creature, and she meets the alien boy too… Hope you like!! I LOVE this character and it’s been an honour to write him for @peachfuzz2221
Part Two will be nsfw.
You stalked through the underbrush, your M18 pistol tucked snugly in its holster, and your familiar M4 rifle in your hands, resting across your chest. Step by careful step, you were closing in on the target area. You had to fight to maintain control over your racing heartbeat. Thick, waxy-leaved plants rustled, the air hot and humid, sweat rolling down your spine. Your hands trembled if you didn’t clench them.
First mission after Basic, and you were acting like it was your very first time in uniform.
“Get it together,” you snarled, thinking of the rest of your team, and trying to ignore the mantle of your father’s reputation which now hung heavy on your shoulders.
Gritting your teeth, you pushed on through the trees towards your designated coordinates.
Without warning of sound or movement, a wide beam of searingly white light pierced through the leaves of the dense, dark canopy above you.
Blinded and terrified, you staggered, trying to roll out of the way of the beam, but in seconds, your head began to throb, your ears rang, your heart pounded, and then your vision went utterly black.
Awareness crept back into your body only slowly. And first of all came the pain.
I have a fantasy of Ransom whispering to me “ i can barely fit all of it “. He has girth can’t convince me other wise. Would he get off on that scenario?
Narcissist
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader
Word Count: ~2.2K
A/N: sorry it took me so long to respond to this ask, it's really been a while 🙈 but sbjxhsbwsksjnwnxjhssjxs omg he would totally get off on this scenario🙈😳 he's THICC and he knows it😏😏😏 [gif credit to @forchrisevans] [not beta read, probably will edit later😅 just couldnt wait to post it🙈]
Warnings: 18+, literal PWP, smut (swearing, hand job/blow job, male oral receiving, messy thumb/cock/balls sucking, dirty talking, one spank on ass, slight coercion, teasing, mocking, degrading language, praise kink, vaginal sex, talk of come play, cream pie,) NSFW, minors DNI
“Open up, I want you to feel it with your mouth first...” Ransom sat down in his emerald accent chair with his legs opened, caressing your cheek and jaw before his thumb pushed past your lips and onto your tongue.
The subtle saltiness of his thumb was tasty somehow as you wrapped your lips around it immediately, suckling it while your tongue pushed against his thumb pad over and over again, eliciting a wicked grin from him.
“Eager, aren't we, hmm?” he raised his obnoxious eyebrow with a smirk.
Without letting go of his thumb in your mouth, you shuffled forward on your knees, situated yourself closer between his opened legs with your hands on his thighs, rubbing his muscles up and down. You wanted this to happen, or else you wouldn't have agreed to go home with him; you have heard so much about him, but you still wanted to see it for yourself, to see if his reputation holds up.
He held your chin with the rest of his fingers, watching you nod and blink your eyes up at him as you bobbed your head, eagerly moving and swirling your tongue around his thumb. “Good girl... Now, let's see if your pretty little mouth will fit on my cock, hmm?” he suggested while undoing his belt and pants with his free hand, reaching under his underwear to let his semi-hard cock free.
It was a sight to behold, to be honest, and the state that he was in wasn't even a full erection, which made you wonder... how were you going to swallow his full length... Oh god, how were you going to fit him in your pussy?
Before you could continue your thoughts, Ransom added pressure to the hold on your chin, his thumb pressed down slightly harder on your tongue as he pulled you forward. Maybe he could sense your concern, maybe he knew what you were thinking, maybe he had seen this face every time someone goes down on him, because that knowing smirk on his handsome face was almost TOO cocky.
“It doesn't suck itself, sweetheart... Come on...” he spurred you on as he withdrew his thumb, guiding your jaw closer to his crotch while he held his cock and nudged your lips opened with his bulbous tip.
You slowly took him in when the crown of his cock made contact with your lips; wrapping your lips around the tip like a lollipop as you started suckling gently, rolling your tongue on that sensitive spot on the underside, making eye contact with him as he exhaled through his mouth. And like it's your second nature, your hands grazed up his thighs to grab a hold of his cock, wrapping your fingers around his shaft with one hand, and playing with his balls with the other. You sucked and swirled your tongue around the crown, fingers and palm stroked and twisted in perfect rhythm, making him harder and harder.
It wasn't long before you saw his head fell back and heard a deep groan from his throat. And that's when you started swallowing him deeper, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could while your soft hand took care of the rest that couldn't fit. Bobbing your head up and down, you tried your best to keep your tongue flat on his underside, feeling every vein and ridge on his impressive cock and making a slobbery mess.
You would be lying if you say that sucking his cock didn't turn you on; you would be lying if you say you didn't like his thick fat cock filling your mouth so deep and full; and you would be lying if you say you didn't want to just gag yourself on him. You thought to yourself as you swallowed him deeper, relaxing your throat and breathing through your nose as his tip kissed the back of your throat.
“Fuuuuuck.... Atta girl...” he exclaimed in pleasure, his head shot back up from the chair to look at you and your glassy eyes; his right hand petting your hair a few times before moving into position, holding the back of your head and keeping you still as he fucked your face in short quick bursts impulsively. Lewd sounds came out of your mouth and drool dripped down onto his pants as the last short thrust made you gagged and coughed, pulling away from him to take a quick breather.
You couldn't help but took pride from making him feel good, especially when the praise came out of his mouth, maybe you were reading too much into it, but either way, it made you feel... powerful.
With his cock glistening with the mix of your saliva and his own pre-cum, you worked your hand up and down in twisting motions to keep him engrossed. His gaze fixated on your fingers moving around his cock while you watched him through your lashes, and the frown on his face along with the sighs from his mouth made you want to please him more.
You licked and slurped, cleaning up the mess on his cock and running the flat of your tongue from the base to tip, up and down, and side to side, taking care of his every inch. Tapping his swollen tip on your tongue, you kissed and licked the crown all over, sliding your lips down his length and girth while your tongue worked his underside until your mouth was stretched and full one more time.
“Oh fuck...” he breathed as he watched your swollen and shiny lips pulled away with a string of saliva between the two of you. Spitting on his cock with the mess you both made, you spread and coated his cock with the slick before you took his balls in your mouth one at a time, sucking and tucking on it while you continued to jerk him off. “Look at you... Are you my messy little cockslut, huh? Yeah... just like that...” he whispered through his gritted teeth with a growl.
You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked on his balls over and over again, moaning and grazing your teeth on him ever so slightly while he stared at you with desire and want. His hands were even gripping at the ball of the armrests, fingers digging into the velvet before he quickly reached for your jaw and leaned towards you. He captured your dewy lips in a hungry kiss, licking your tongue and lips, tasting himself, biting and tucking on your bottom lip before he pulled away just barely an inch.
“Now that I got your mouth all stretched out, how about we try stretching that tight little pussy of yours?” he smirked and you panted, still dazed from all that cock and balls sucking. “I know you want to, baby... and I bet you are soaking wet just from sucking my cock, huh? C'mon up and let see how well you take me...” he teased while guiding you up by your jaw and your body just went with it like it was under his spell.
You straddled him as he bunched up your dress at your waist, exposing your drenched panties just like he expected before he hooked a finger onto the damp fabric, pulling it aside and rubbing his thumb on your sensitive clit to work you up. The wetness at your core was ridiculous, you could even hear yourself as he drew tight circles on your bundle of nerves. You whined and gasped as he strummed his thumb with rhythm, making you rock your hips just to create more friction that you craved, and before you knew it, your wet folds were rubbing against his cock, back and forth and back and forth, drawing a mocking chuckle out of him.
“You want it inside, don't you, sweetheart?”
And you nodded with a needy frown.
“Say please.”
“P-Please.... I want you inside of me...” you begged while your hips were still grinding on him and couldn't seem to stop.
“Good girl...” he praised while he held onto your hip with one hand, and his cock in the other, aligning himself with your welcoming pussy before sliding in with ease.
You knew he was big, but you didn't expect to feel this full and stuffed. You gasped and squealed as he pushed himself in and it felt like he had split you opened with his girth and every inch just sent you to a different heaven. It was slightly painful at first but after passing through the threshold, the pain faded into euphoria as he started thrusting into you steadily. You held onto his shoulder while he thrusts bounced you up and down, and each thrust reached places that you had yet to explore and made you see stars.
Ransom grunted and groaned, bucking his hip and feeling your pussy flutter and squeeze around him with each push; grabbing the cheeks of your ass, he pulled you down when he thrusted up, watching himself disappear in your wet cunt as the squelching echoed around the room. “Jesus fucking christ... I can barely fit all of it,” he whispered, “...so fucking wet and tight for me, aren't you?”
“Hnnnnmmmg” you moaned in agreement, at least you tried to, but all you could muster was a needy whine because he felt so thick and so good that you wanted more.
Then, a hard spank landed on your ass cheek, “Use your words, baby... Tell me how it feels...” he purred against your cheek and ear while his hips kept driving into you. The spank stung and heat crept up on your body, but in an erotic way and it felt good, it fueled the inferno within you, which made you rock your hips harder, chasing your high. As much as you wanted to do as you were told like the good girl he wanted you to be, all you could do was moaning in ecstasy and gasping for air, you tried using your parted lips for words, but you just ended up burying your head at his shoulder, kissing his neck to stifle your moans.
“Can't even use your words, huh? Did I fuck your pretty little mouth too hard?” he teased, his words vibrated through his throat, and you felt it with your lips. “I can feel you squeezing me though, you love having your tight pussy stuffed full like this, don't you?” he pressed, wanting an answer to feed his ego, and you nodded because it's true. “Anyone else fucked you like this, baby? or is it just me? ... God... you are so fucking wet...” he added.
“Y-you, just you...” you mumbled against his neck, feeling his cock so deep inside of you while rubbing against that spot, making your toes curl. The muscle in your abdomen began tightening and your walls were pulsing around him in waves. You could feel yourself clenching and you could feel the soreness in the pit of your stomach; you rode his cock in sync with his deep thrusts, angling him to that specific spot repeatedly until that one last thrust pushed you over the edge. Your stomach convulsed and your body jerked as your thighs attempted to close around his hips and torso when you come undone with a silent scream.
And the way your pussy was sucking him in and milking his big fat cock, it made him growl with pleasure as he fucked you through your orgasm to chase his own release.
“Came so hard for me, didn't you? Such a good fucking girl...”
He wrapped his arms around your back, locking you in place with one hand reaching for your shoulder and the other securing your waist; and he slid down on the cushioned seat just enough to fuck his cock into you deeper and faster, breathing so heavily as he was close to coming.
“F-fuck...... Your pussy feels so fucking good... gonna make me come...” he praised and panted, “want me to fill your needy little cunt up?” He knew the answer already, but he just wanted you to admit it, a habit of a narcissist.
With your head being empty and fucked out, you nodded mindlessly as your body began to relax from the intense orgasm, and the pussy pulsing began to slow, but strong, nonetheless.
Without wasting a second of your aftershock, Ransom fucked into you until you felt his cock twitched and spurts of his warm come painted your walls. He sighed and groaned, emptying every drop he had until you were filled to the brim. He kept moving in and out to ease himself off the high, dragging his come out along with his cock before pushing it back in.
When you finally came back from your daze and realized what a big wet mess you had made on his pants, you couldn't help but get aroused at the sight of the mix of your come soaking through the fabric. His eyes followed yours and he looked down at where you were still connected and chuckled, “Next time I will have to watch that perfect mouth of yours playing with my come...”
And you knew, this wouldn’t just be a one-time thing.
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