Alpha!Ransom Drysdale + “Who would’ve guessed you’re into this.” + Somnophilia for your Eleven Sentence Challenge please
Wine Drunk
Characters: Dark!Alpha!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!F!Reader.
Words: 376.
Warnings: non-con, explicit sexual content, a/b/o dynamics, somnophilia, drunk!reader, 18+.
A/N: First entry to the kinktober edition of my ESC challenge. I hope you like! Prompt is bold. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback/reblogs are golden. Please support your content creators. My work is my own, therefore I do not give consent for this story to be re-posted or translated to any other site.
“C’mon, let’s get you to bed,” Ransom intercedes with a light laugh as you stumble into another group of party guests, and apologises on your behalf before helping you upstairs to one of the many bedrooms.
“Mm Ransom,” you murmur when he lays you down on the bed, and you’re already snoring softly as you curl into the satin sheets below you. He sweeps his tongue over his bottom lip, eyes suddenly focused on the way your dress is caught beneath you, skirt drawn up to expose a little more flesh than sober you ever would. You’ve always been uptight, according to Ransom anyway— a prissy little Omega who barely gives him a second glance, so to see you laid out before him just ripe has him stalling to leave.
You shift a little in your sleep, giving him a better view of your demure white cotton panties and Ransom inwardly groans, imagining what perfection must lay behind them.
He knows he shouldn’t but he can’t help himself— crawling up onto the bed with tentative movements, being careful not to wake you even though he knows the exact amount of wine he plied you with so he doubts you’ll stir much.
Your skin is soft under his and when his fingers curl beneath your underwear, pulling them down over the curve of your hips, he’s almost breathless as he comes face to face with your delicious Omega cunt.
He wishes he could take his time— tear you apart with his fingers and tongue, get drunk on your flavour which he’s always imagined is as sweet as the wine you’ve been drinking— but he knows there isn’t time. Ransom quickly spreads your thighs and flicks open his belt, and ever so slowly, sinks into your heat with a silent open-mouthed groan.
The sensation pulls you back to a drowsy wakefulness, your eyes blinking weakly as you mumble, “Ransom? What yo-you doing?”
“Who would’ve guessed you were into this, hm?” he condescends with a small laugh, enjoying the sound of your pussy greedily sucking him back in. You’re too out of it to fight him off, but it doesn’t stop the disgrace from burning beneath your cheeks as your body unashamedly reacts when you unravel around his cock.
It’s still morning, but I wished it was night, so I could go dream about this man and the ungodly sins he could do to me. I should be embarrassed to have said that, but I am certainly not.
I am being treated like it’s my birthday today. I love a good Bundt cake with some extra flavoured drizzle 🥮, I can be the cherry to that cake…okay enough cringeworthy thirst from my mouth 🤣
😏 I can think of a few things to say, I could write a whole thesis on the epitome of perfect man tiddies and how they flawlessy fit between the well build muscled arms
i'm curious about a baby!jack art you drew of him and void!kitty, is the heart on jack's foot something that you randomly put there or did something happen in which led that to be stuck on his foot forever? like jack stepped on a heart lego lmao
Haha, no it's a very subtle (and obscure) nod to the pagan Gods verse where the Winchesters are gods and Dean has a little heart mark on the bottom of his foot because Mary kissed him there and the mark stuck *lol* (So someone kissed Jack's little feet!)
