#basic bitching

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Fall is here, and because I am the most basic of bitches I am celebrating with some autumn related silliness with our faves. It’s basically just a bunch of outdoor sex, but with a fall motif!

Happy fall, y’all!!

Day 1: Raking Leaves

Day 2: Picking Apples

Day 3: Going on a Hayride

Day 4: Visiting a Corn Maze

Day 5: Having a Bonfire

Day 6: Visiting a Pumpkin Patch

Day 7: Renting a Cabin

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Basic Bitching Day 7: Renting a Cabin

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader (OTP)

Words: ~1.5k

Summary: You and Ransom get away for the weekend.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (wake up sex, unprotected vaginal sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, cream pie), pretty much no plot, these two still being massively soft, Ransom still being a little whiny but not as much, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Closing out my fun little series with some isolation sex with these two! Even when I’m just writing straight porn for them, they’re still so cute and it’s killing me 😭

Ransom groaned when the sun hit his eyes, pulling you closer against his chest so he could hide his face in your hair and avoid waking up. The way his chest rumbled against your back roused you, his arms curled tight around your torso as he murmured at you to go back to sleep.

“Ran, we have to get up.” Your voice was raspy from sleep as you wound your fingers through his, pulling his hand up to your face and pressing your lips against his wrist as he grumbled into your neck.

“No we don’t.” He gripped your chin and turned your face so he could flick his tongue against the corner of your mouth. “Let’s just stay in bed all day, baby.”

“That does sound nice.” You sighed when he rolled you over so he could crawl on top of you, running the fingers of one hand up his arm lightly until you could curl your hand around the back of his head as he brushed his nose over yours. “I wanna take the furry idiots on that hike today, though.”

“Baby, why?” He nipped at your lips while his hands slid down to your waist, rocking his hips against yours slowly and purring when you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Just let me take care of you, honey, know you need it.”

“Ran, why did you bring me to a mountain cabin if we’re not gonna actually, I dunno, see the mountain?” You tilted your head back and arched into him when he dragged his tongue over your pulse. “I mean, I know it’s cliche, but it’s Vermont in the fall, let’s enjoy some fucking scenery.”

“I didn’t bring you here for scenery.” He growled against your throat before moving lower to nip at the curve of your breast. “I brought you here so I could fuck you all weekend without any interruptions.”

“Well, you should’ve let me in on your little plan, then.” You yanked on his hair when he laved his tongue over your nipple, whining and biting your lip when he bit softly at the stiffened peak. “Because I’m totally fine with it.”

“I know, babe.” He gave you a quick peck on the lips before straightening up between your legs, grabbing your knees and pushing them towards your chest as he moaned at the sight of the wet mess between your legs. “There she is, so fucking hungry. You want me to feed her, honey?”

“God, Ransom!” You whimpered when he grabbed his cock and started teasing it through your swollen folds, slipping just the tip inside your throbbing hole until you fluttered wildly then pulling himself back out to rub over your clit. “Baby, don’t be a fucking tease.”

“Can’t help it, you look so fucking pretty like this.” He grinned when you grabbed your legs to pull them wider for him, your pussy leaking all over him while he brought his free hand to push his hair out of his eyes before grabbing your tit while he kept tracing your sensitive bud with his weeping tip. “Should I make you come like this? Just rub my dick all over this pretty pussy until you soak me.”

“No, Ran.” You reached up and grabbed him by his hair, swallowing his small sound of surprise when you yanked his face to yours and sucked his bottom lip between your teeth. “Fuck me. I need it.”

He grinned and wrapped his arms around your head, sliding his hips forward slowly until they met yours as his tongue licked into your mouth. His whole body pressed against yours, his pelvis rocking gently and forcing you deeper into the mattress as he devoured your mouth with his.

You mewled as he kept fucking you slow and deep, your fingers digging into his back to hold him close while you rolled your hips to meet his and breathed in his kiss like oxygen. The two of you were completely lost in each other, your limbs a wild tangle as your bodies molded together perfectly.

Ransom could feel how close you were, your pussy clenching around him and your breath hitching softly against his lips while you tried to draw him even deeper. He dragged his eyes open so he could watch you fall apart, moaning into your mouth at the way your eyes fluttered and your face went slack as he swallowed your thin whine greedily.

“That’s it, honey. So good for me.” He purred when he felt you seize up, following your lips when you tossed your head back with a choked cry as you came. “Oh baby, you’re gonna take all of it, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Ran, fuck.” You gasped when he kept thrusting into you, his hips picking up speed until it felt like you were choking on your own pleasure. “Give me all of it.”

You returned his grin when he pulled away from you slightly, whining when his movements stopped suddenly. But then he was flipping you over and driving back into you hard and all you could do was scream into the pillow.

He grunted into your neck with each vicious plunge of his hips, nipping at your skin and winding his fingers through yours above your head. Having his whole body smothering yours was making you feel so warm, the bliss of having him so close to you mixing headily with the pleasure that was still raging through your veins.

You arched your back when he hit that perfect spot, turning your head to peek at him over your shoulder and keening when he bit gently at your ear. His chest rumbled with a deep growl when he felt your cunt start to spasm around him, grinding into your ass and pushing your legs further apart with his knees so he could shove himself even deeper.

“One more, come on.” He nipped at your jaw and changed the angle of his hips until he felt your body jolt as you let out a sob. “Right there, huh? Baby, I need to feel you.”

“Ran, yes, please.” You sucked on his tongue when he flicked it into your mouth, squeezing his hands as your body started shaking underneath him. “Oh god, so good, don’t stop.”

“Never, I’ll never stop.” He caged your body in close as he chased your pleasure, running his nose over your cheek and moaning when you gave him a sharp gasp. “Good girl, just let go for me, honey.”

You screamed his name as your whole body vibrated with ecstasy, your release gushing out around his cock and soaking the sheets before you sagged into the mattress. Only a few more sharp jabs of his hips and he was filling you up with a low moan, collapsing on top of you with a huff and pressing his lips over your shoulders as you both fought to control your breathing.

Ransom could have stayed like that for hours, your pussy still randomly fluttering around his softening length and making him whine as he nuzzled deeper into your hair. You were pretty blissed out yourself, content for the moment to stare out the massive windows at the way the sun filtered through the leaves as he somehow managed to curl his body even tighter around you.

Then you heard a sleepy little meow and the thumping of the dog’s tail whacking the floor and it was time to get up, Ransom groaning into your neck when you started moving and fighting you while you tried to extricate yourself from him.

“Ransom, I have to feed them.” You finally managed to crawl out from under him and gave him an indulgent grin when he just buried his face in the pillows with a petulant huff. “And if we’re not going hiking, I at least want to walk them around the property before we settle in for a fuck-a-thon. And we should probably eat something too.”

“Fine. Why did we bring them again?” He propped his hand on his fist as he watched you walk toward the suitcases to throw something on. “This was supposed to be our weekend.”

“Oh my god. You said, and I quote, ‘What d’ya say you, me, and the fluffy morons head up to Vermont for a long weekend’.” You grabbed one of his sweaters and threw it over your nakedness, smiling softly when you saw the dog stretch and get up to greet you. “Always whining about situations you’ve brought on yourself.”

“Whatever.” He reached out and gave the kitten some chin scritches when she hopped up on the bed, trying to ignore the way he was starting to chub up again watching you walk around in nothing but his sweater. “But after we take care of these assholes, I’m fucking you in front of the fire until you pass out.”

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Retail Hell: Not My Department, Not My Store

I am Luna Moonstone, and I am a wolf (demi)goddess. Those who look upon me see a woman who is beautiful, radiant, and powerful. My wisdom is infinite and my words are gospel. Those who know me know that they are truly blessed merely to be in my presence. I am divinity and perfection personified…

…All of this is contingent on me having had my coffee, however.

Catch me before my first cup of the day, and you’ll see a much different being than the one I just described. My hair’s plastered to my head, my fur’s all matted and full of knots, and I shuffle around like a zombie. Forget divine wisdom and gospel; I’m lucky if I can form anything close to a coherent sentence. Needless to say, I’m pretty careful about always keeping a steady supply of coffee on hand.

It was because of a sale on that black/brown ambrosia that I found myself at the grocery store one day during a break from my regular job as a pharmacy technician. While some grocery stores do have pharmacies, this one does not. I had to leave my own store and walk past three other businesses in order to get into this store. The employees of that grocery store wore polo shirts, jeans and sneakers, and there were plenty of them scattered throughout the store. Wearing a lab coat, khaki’s and dress shoes, there was no way anybody was going to mistake me as an employee of that grocery store.

And yet, apparently someone HAD done exactly that. The roughly 50 year old woman was clearly upset that I had been ignoring her requests for help; by the time I realized she’d been addressing me with her requests for help, she was practically screaming at me.

“Um, yes?” My tone was polite, but confused as I looked this person over, confirming that she was indeed not someone I knew. “Can I help you?”

“FINALLY!” She sounded exasperated as she practically thrust the flier into my face. “Where are these? I can’t find them anywhere!”

O.K., several problems this situation. First, I don’t work here. Secondly, there’s over two dozen items on the page, so “these” isn’t a very helpful description. Third, don’t shove things into people’s faces.

(Quick side note here; while there are many benefits to being a demigoddess, it does come with its downsides. I’m much bigger and taller than the human everyone perceives me to be, enough so that my human eyes are roughly chest level with my demigoddess self. This has the side effect of making me feel like everyone, and I do mean EVERYONE, is staring at my breasts 24/7. It also means that this woman was unknowingly trying to shove her flier in my cleavage.)

Still, I took it all in stride (while also taking a small stride back away from her). It’s not her fault she doesn’t see the demigoddess that I am. She sees the mid 20’s human male who ignored her, even if it was accidental and justifiable. There’s no reason to get annoyed or angry with her. I just have to gently inform her of her mistake.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I don’t work here.” Perfect; nice and gentle, not condescending or sarcastic. Now to just wait for her apology so I can go back to getting my coffee.

In hindsight, I should have realized I was a fool to think things would end there. She already had mistaken me as an employee of this company, despite the near impossibility that she wouldn’t have passed at least a few real employees before finding me.

“Of course you don’t work here! No one works here!”

O.K., the pissed off look and “I can’t believe you just said that to me!” tone was unexpected. Did she think I was lying to her?

“Ma’am, you don’t seem to understand. I really don’t work here.” My clawed finger tapped lightly against my name badge from my actual job for emphasis.

Her perfectly rational, well thought out response? To turn around so sharply I was barely able to dodge her stupidly huge pocketbook as it swung wildly around her arm, and threaten to report me to management for my, “Poor customer service attitude.”

At a company I didn’t work for.

Once I realized what was happening, gone was the kind, understanding demigoddess. Reporting an employee to management is just a shitty thing to do unless they truly deserve it. Too many managers will happily throw an employee under the bus or give free stuff to an angry customer just to keep the complaint from going up the corporate chain, and I’ve seen more than a few customers threaten to cause trouble just because they know they’ll score free stuff. Good managers will try to mediate or stand up for their employee, but they are few and far between.

Plus, you know, I DIDN’T WORK HERE!

  Silver lighting bolts crackled about my clenched fist as I pondered how exactly this moron would suffer for her stupidity and anger. Should I fry her body and soul with my divine wraith? Have the very ground open up and let her fall into the depths of Hell? Or perhaps I need not dip into my goddess powers at all; I had several nearby cans that would make good projectiles to bean her in the back of the head with. There were so many violent, tempting ways to enact my vengeance…

  … Or I could do nothing. I could simply allow her to wander off and look for that manager. She’ll probably look for someone dressed just like me to complain to about her experience, wandering all over the store. And like Sisyphus trying to roll a boulder up a hill, this idiot with a shopping cart will have an equally impossible task. By the time she realizes her mistake or somehow finds a manager, I’ll be long gone. At best, she’ll realize what an incredible moron she is and feel rightly stupid for what she did. At worst, she’ll look like an incredible moron trying to describe to a manager an employee who doesn’t look anything like any of his employees.

Yeah, that sounds just fine. I released my divine wraith harmlessly and quickly found my last can of coffee, making my way toward the registers. I stepped into line behind the only other customer on the 6 items or less line with my four cans of coffee. I should be out nice and quick, or I would be, if the moron in front of me didn’t have at least ten items.

Sigh; my work is NEVER done…

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