#demon!ransom

[misguidedasgardian]

600 followers challenge

Angel!Steve + Human!Reader + Demon!Ransom

Warnings: cursing, fingering, squirting, smut, threesome, besides being an Angel and a Demon I don’t go further into religious themes but talking about “sin”, just the sinful smut, derogatory language, edging, overstimulation

Word count: 1.1 k

I had never written something like this so I hope I did justice for it! hahaha I really liked it though

. . .

“C´mon” he whispered in your ear making you wince, “Rat her out, she reserves it”

“No she doesn’t” you fighted

“She is taking credit for all your great ideas, only because the boss likes her ass and tits” he said cruelly, “take out that dress with the cleavage, and tell him what that bitch truly is”

“When is Steve going to be back?” You asked rubbing your temple with the tip of your fingers

“Who wants that killjoy anyways” he muttered, fixing the turtle neck merino wool white sweater

“Me” you said, looking at him like you wanted to kill him

“C´mon, you know you always have a better time with me” he pointed as he carelessly caressed your cheek with the tip of his finger, “if you are not going to fight it why don’t we ditch this pussy den and let me show you how much you enjoy it?”

“I can’t ditch work” you said like he was an idiot

“Yes you can” he purred, arranging a wild lock of your hair behind your ear, he was seated in your desk right in front of you, teasing you with his tight pants, not doing much to hide his raging erection through the clear fabric

If you saw Ramson, you’d believe he was an angel, always dressing in soft colors and material, his golden hair combed to perfection and shaved clean. His deep blue eyes and his mocking smile, but… he was a demon, designed to drive you to sin.

Steve was the complete opposite, thick and unarranged beard, wild long hair he has to run his fingers through to keep it off his face, and liked to wear loose shirts, jeans, and dark jackets. He looked like a lumberjack, but he was the counterpart of Ramson, he was the Angel.

You looked around your office, boring place, boring people, would you rather be here? Working to have your ideas stolen from you? Or go home and have hot sex with a demon?”

“Fuck it”

. . .

“Sweetheart?” Steve called and you knew you were in trouble, “you are supposed to be at work” his thick voice resounded through the walls of your apartment.

When He found you he was left speechless. You were spread open in the bed, leaning against Ransom’s naked chest, you were completely bare, your legs open and those demon fingers deep in your incredibly wet pussy. He entered the room in the exact second you screamed your orgasm, squirting all over the bed. You were shaking and panting, revealing to him that Ramson had been giving you a rough treatment for hours

“Steve!” You called, but yelled again when Ransom slapped your pussy, reprimanding you

“It’s not him that's making you squirt sweety” he seethed, “it’s me”

“She cut work again?” Steve asked, angry, and jealous

“Are you mad?” You asked, your heart breaking at the thought he might be angry at you, “I’m sorry, ah!” ramson interrupted you again when he slapped your drenched pussy once again

“How many?” Asked Steve to Ransom, he smiled wickedly

“5 mind blowing, purely sinful orgasms” he purred, his fingers drawing shapes between your pussy lips lazyly

“Now I’m mad,” he growled. you whined at his answer, as the Angel dropped the jacket to the floor, and got into the bed and crawled until he was between your legs, “I’ll have to give you six”

“No please!” You whined, “I can’t take it”

“Oh Sweet sinful human” purred Steve, “you have been a very bad girl, letting yourself be influenced by him, you need to atone for your sins sweety” you whimpered trying to close your trembling legs but the Angel didn’t let you, “You played hooky at work, you let yourself get fingered by a demon” he shook his head, with faked deception, “You've been a naughty girl”

“I'm sorry” you cried, still trembling. Ramson hugged you tightly against his chest to prevent you for escaping their grasp

“Fuck off now, Ramson, I´m here” he growled

“Oh C´mon” he mocked, “You always do this, I fuck her, you make me leave, you fuck her into the right direction, then I came to drive her to sin, and on and on it´s spins” he said, tired of the situation and making it a big deal of it, “Let´s have real fun this time” you just stood there panting, fearful of the resolution of this problem, “Let´s both of us fuck her and see from there!” what scared you the most was that Steve was thinking about

“Let´s do it then” he said with a shy smile. You shook your head

“Please, I can´t take it”

“You should have thought about that before you fell into sin,” he said simply. He away from you only to have enough space to get rid of his clothes

“Please” you begged him not to touch you, but you opened your legs for him anyway, you never could say no to Steve, he was the balm of your burning injuries.

“Such a good girl for me” he purred, looking at your drenched cunt, he got further between you, and didn't even need to grab himself to spread you open in one single thrust

“Holy shit!” laughed Ransom

“Hey!” growled Steve, and you only turned into a puddle between them

“Oh please!” you begged, feeling so full you died and came back to life right there and then

“You own me 6” he grunted, “Let's start, shall we?” he started roughly pounding into you, you leaned back into Ransom chest because you didn't had the strength to stand by yourself as Ste grabbed you by your hips to pull you towards him to meet his thrusts

“Steve” you moaned, desperately, feeling your 6th orgasm of the afternoon building quickly

“That's it sweetie” he purred, “Surrender to me” he said between pumps. But as you were ready for it. Ransom nibbled at that spot in your neck that turn you into a mindless thing

“Holy fuck!” you yelled and your orgasm blinded you for a second in an explosion of pleasure

You thought Steve was going to reprimand you for swearing, but he only chuckled

“That's another one” he warned, but you quieted his voice with your own moan, when the tip of his huge dick caressed that sweet spot inside you, your second orgasm came back to back to the first one, and your greedy pussy clamped down on his dick

“This should be your reward” purred Steve, “But I can make it a punishment too”

“I can't give you more” you moaned

“On the contrary sweety” he responded, not relenting in his hard pace. “You are giving me all those I can draw from you”

“Hey! My turn!” chanted Ransom

“Like heaven it is!” growled Steve, grabbing you creedely against him, “She still owns me 4”

Heaven or Hell you´ll go happily either way

For my 600 followers challenge

[littlenymphie]

𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

✞ pairing. demon!ransom drysdale x f. reader

✞ summary. demon!ransom visits the reader in her dream. he becomes obsessed. she becomes his.

✞ series. SOFT!DARK smut || 2nd pov || 1k words

✞ warnings. nsfw 18+. dubcon. sensory deprivation. slight exophilia. bloodplay. desecration of christianity. obsessive & stalker behavior. marking. sadism & masochism.

✞ author’s note. this is actually kind of based on real life? i’m a witch who jokingly “summoned” an incubus once and well. i have one now. recently, he visited me while i was in a writer’s rut and behold. you now have this fic. elaborated into a story. enjoy!!! and if you want the incantation......👀

✞ psa. 1) i do not authorize this work to be reposted, republished, or plagiarized. if you see this work on another platform under a different handle than mine, please contact me. 2) i do not authorize any minor to interact with this post.

It wasn’t supposed to work. 

It was simply an exchange of drunken words between desperate friends. An exchange laced with giggles and guffaws. 

Your best friend scribbled the incantation on a piece of paper, handing it to you. You looked at it skeptically.

“What?” you said, “too powerful to say outloud?”

“Yep!” she replied smugly, taking a sip of her wine, “can’t risk it.”

But, you did.

It wasn’t supposed to work. 

—

A darkness enveloped you. Your eyes could gather nothing, but your body could feel everything. The claws dragging against your sides. The breaths tickling your neck. The fangs nipping at your clavicle. 

He barely touched you, but you already felt overwhelmed. 

His hands grasped your thighs, spreading your legs and pulling you closer. His claws dug into your skin. Blood trickled down until it met with the wetness that gathered in your lace panties. 

When did pain became such a pleasure? 

Hot breaths against your clothed core made you mewl. A timid lick made your breath hitch. You did not, or could not, release your breath as teeth grazed your skin until reaching the elastic band. In a second, your panties were ripped off, thrown into the dark, and you didn’t have a moment to react before a warm tongue became not so timid anymore. 

“Fuck.”

You couldn’t help but gasp and moan. His tongue licked every single sliver of skin. His teeth were so close to your clit you wondered if he’d bite. You didn’t know whether to thank or curse God that he didn’t. His lips sucked onto your clit fervently, making your body quiver. His claws dugged futher into your skin so more blood trickled down your twitching thighs. He probably liked to add a little bit of metalic taste to all his meals, and you were no exception. He sucked and sucked and sucked until you came with a scream ripped out from your lungs.

He laughed. 

You were heaving and he was laughing. 

“Hmmm, you’re already spent,” he mused, “and I haven’t even begun.”

You wanted to reply. Really. In this brief moment of clarity, so many questions bubbled onto the surface. But, they all vanished when you felt a tip press against your folds.

“Wait—” you yelped right as he thrusted inside of you.

He didn’t even let you adjust. His hips met yours with a rapid, steady space. He let go of your thighs, scratching you a bit so he could see red lines decorate your delicate skin. One hand grasped your neck while the other, your waist. His claws broke your skin once again and you couldn’t even complain. 

You lied there. Moaning. Gasping. Writhing. Taking in the pain that morphed into pleasure. His thick cock kept hitting that spot again and again and again and without relinquishing the pace, the strength, the fervor. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t see. You couldn’t think. You could only listen to his grunts and growls, your gasps and moans. You could only feel him loom over you, take every inch of you, as if you were meant to be his to take. His to claim. 

As if reading your mind, he spoke.

“If you come.” His mouth was inches away from your ear. “Know that you will be mine, yes?”

You noticed the familiar knot forming in your stomach. 

“Yes?“ he repeated.

When you didn’t respond, his thrust became more violent. His pace quickened. His hand grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back. 

Your eyes widen in shock.

Yellow eyes with catlike pupils glowed in the darkness.

“I said.” His voice echoed. “You will be mine if you come, yes?”

“Yes!” you screamed. 

Your hands clutched at his biceps—his skin so feverish it almost scalded yours— while your walls clenched around his length. Your whole body became tense as the orgasm tore through you.

You fell limp under him, but he kept going. His hips lost rhythm until they stilled. With a primal growl, he let his seed fill you. His breath is heavy on your neck. His long tongue licked the sweat off of you, making you shiver. 

He hummed. 

He pulled out, kneeling in front of you. Again, the darkness had returned so you couldn’t see anything. But you knew that he was still there, kneeling, watching. 

You felt the cum drip out of you, making you realize what he was watching so intently. 

Your cheeks burned. 

His demonic hand grabbed yours. He raised it to his lips. He stroke the soft skin on the back of your hand, between your thumb and the rest of your fingers. It tingled. 

“All mine,” he mumbled,  “all mine.”

His fangs sunk deep into your flesh. 

And then the room spinned and the scream died in your throat and a dreamless sleep took over your body.

—

“You told me it would happen in a dream,” you hissed. You glared at your friend, who was gingerly preparring her coffee. 

“It did,” she replied, defensiveness decorating her tone, “No way could it have happened in real—.”

“Then how can you explain this?” You held up your bandaged hand. 

“Easy.” She took a sip of her coffee. “Demons often leave marks on the humans they like. Mine did.”

“Oh.” You lowered your voice. “Did you bleed?” 

“No? You’re not supposed to?” She looked at you with concern. “What actually happened?”

What actually happened? Ha! You would sound mentally insane if you told her. If you spoke about how you woke up, drowsy and aching. About how you looked down at your thighs to find irrated scratches with dried blood. About how you noticed a white stain on your sheets.  About how you felt a sharp pain on your hand when you reached to touch your thighs. About how the blood oozed out of your bite mark. 

No sign of entry. All doors and windows were still locked. Everything was in its place. 

“Nothing.” You smiled at her, laughing dryly. “I think I’m a bit freaked out because it was just so realistic.”

“I told you!” Your friend returned your smile. “Wasn’t it the best sex of your life?” She laughed.

You didn’t. 

You didn’t know what scared you most. The fact that it was, that the mere thought of it made your breath hitch and your thighs clench. Or the fact that it wasn’t enough.

You wanted more.

No.

You needed it. 

“I— I got to go.” You hastily grabbed your things, ignoring her complains. You stood up and walked towards the door. You swung it open, harshly hitting a man to your side.

Hot coffee spilled all over his white sweater. 

“I’m so sorry!” You shrieked, reaching for napkins on the nearby table. You dabbed at the fabric. “It’s all my fault, I should’ve looked—“

“No, no, sweetheart,” he replied, “it’s all mine.”

You froze. 

All mine.

You slowly raised your gaze, expecting, dreading to meet the yellow eyes of last night. But, bright blue ones stared back. 

You let out a sigh. “I’m still so sorry.” 

“It’s fine.” He flashed a smile. “How about you make it up to me? Coffee?” He gestured at an empty table across the cafe. 

“Uh…”

You knew that voice. But, it was crazy. He was a human. A man. A very handsome man. Not a demon. No fangs. No claws. Just a very handsome man asking you out. 

“C’mon!” he said, “just say yes.” 

Your eyes locked with his. Expectant. Smug. Demanding. Charming. 

You knew what you should say. But, under his stare…As if your lips could utter anything else but yes.

[holy-stevie]

The Lion and the Lamb - Part One

Summary : Ransom is a demon who is tasked to driving people insane with his twisted dreams and hauntings. Y/n is quiet broken girl in a abusive home who has been targeted by Ransom. He finds some set backs on his initial plan when he visits her for the first time. 

Warnings : angst, death, hell, abuse, abusive guardians, drinking, implied depression, very slight NSFW, ransom swings both ways, poisoning. More warnings to be added on later parts. 

a/n : so heyy guys, i’m really excited about this series and i will try to have a new part out every few days! 

Please do not repost my work anywhere else. 

Masterlist

The small red numbers on the alarm clock are the only thing giving the small room light, the nightstand it stands on next to a small single bed and a single window. The room was bare and lacking, the walls painted an off shade of white that makes the creature standing in the corner snarl in disgust at them, his previous life was one of lavish and riches, a dream compared to the small ugly room before him.

He takes a step out of the corner when the numbers click to 4:00am, the red glow making his cheekbones sharp and enticing as he steps closer to the bundled-up form in the middle of the bed, his mind conjuring up a haunting dream already as his eyes land on the soft face of the girl. He moves closer to lean over her face to start what he calls the initial haunting when her eyes snap open and meet his deep blue pools. She doesn’t scream, doesn’t move to defend herself or scream for help. Instead her soft lips open to mumble out three words.

“Who are you?”

Ransom Drysdale doesn’t remember much from his human life. He knows he was a man of power and money, his face devilishly handsome that he could draw men and women into his bed easily. When he died he didn’t expect to wake up in hell, laying at lucifers feet like a slave, which he found out centuries later that he was.

“Where the fuck am I?” Ransom growls out as he attempts to stand to his feet, his ego not liking being below another man. The tall dark man in front of him radiates a sick sense of power that even had Ransoms resolve crumbling, his body falling to his knees when the man stands from the throne made of what seemed to be bones.

“You are in hell my boy.” The man speaks, his voice smooth and dark, alluring in way that had Ransom leaning closer in appeal. Shaking his head to clear himself of the mysterious fog, he speaks again.

“That’s not possible, I was just having lunch with my wife.” His words growing panicked as he took in the room he was currently kneeling in, the gleaming black floors that were covered in a dark sticky substance that were the complete opposite to the beautiful grey pillars leading up to a doomed roof with windows showing the outside world. Dark black winged creatures fly across the windows, one’s mouth opening into a long piercing screech that makes Ransom jump with terror.

“The same wife who poisoned your beverage after learning of your affair. See for yourself.” The man hands Ransom a pocket watch, flicking the lid up so Ransom can see the images on the device. His wife, beautiful yet wicked girl, dragging his limp body with the help of his best friend Lord Barnes, the two dumping him in a small lake with a heavy rock tied around his ankle.

Ransom slams the watch closed and doubles over as he pukes, his dark strands falling from their neat slicked back position to hang over his eyes as he tries to process that he was really dead.

“Pathetic humans.” The man mutters before sliding his cold fingers under Ransoms chin and lifting his watery blue eyes to the dark pits of Satan himself.

“Enough with your moping human, I have a job for you.” The man says, grinning evilly when Ransom flinches back a bit, the dominating aura pushing even the rich playboy to his knees.  

“You will become my obedient little demon, I will send you back up to the mortals where you will terrorise them in the night until they go mad.” His voice holding a sick sense of pride as he watches the man below him tremble.

“I won’t do it.” Ransom says, his voice horse and shaky almost as if he had been crying for hours. The man chuckles, his grip on Ransoms chin tightening to a vice like sensation. Ransoms eyes fly up in panic as he stares at the king of hell, his soul shaking in fear of what was going to happen to him now.

“You don’t have a choice.” The man says firmly before prying Ransoms red lips apart and slamming his own cold lips against his warm ones, his tongue releasing a dark sour liquid down Ransoms throat that burns, making Ransom thrash and cry out as he feels a searing pain in his heart, in his soul. The man pulls back and licks his lips as he pushes Ransom down to the ground, taking pleasure in his soul breaking screams as he squats down next to Ransoms face that is now covered in the black sticky substance that covers the floor.

“Feel that? That’s your soul dying my boy, that’s you becoming mine.” He sneers out wickedly as he runs his fingers through Ransoms soft locks, the demon invading every single part of Ransom Drysdale.

He shakes his head to clear his mind, his wicked blue eyes connect once again with the soft irises of the girl below him. The deep twisted demon in him smirks cruelly at the obvious fear in her eyes, he loved when they were scared, it always made his cock throb.

“Do you really want to know little girl?” He mocks, expecting that delightful little whimper that drives him crazy. Instead he gets a sigh and feels her tensing up as she lays back to her previous position, he thinks that maybe she was convincing herself that he wasn’t real. He grins and lifts his long index finger to touch her forehead to send her mind into the dark twist of dreams he had created to plant his wicked soul in hers, but he stops short when she speaks up in a soft whisper.

“I know they sent you in to hurt me, so get it over with.” He tilts his head at tired empty slur in her voice, almost as she was used to pain and suffering. He wants to ask, the small flicker in him wants to demand her to tell him why she was so willing to be hurt, but he is interrupted by the sound of a padlock being unlocked and the bedroom door being pushed open with a slam.

Ransom flicks to the corner of the room with a single wave of his hand, hiding in the shadows as he watches a drunk man stumble into the room with a sense of anger so strong that even Ransom can feel it. The girl curls in on herself, true fear flashing across her face as she backs up more into the small bed with every step the man takes to her.

“I told you to be quiet you little runt.” He speaks in a low slurry voice, venom almost spitting from his tongue as he grabs the girls delicate ankle and tugs harshly until she is pulled off the bed onto the cold floor. She shakes as she curls herself into a ball, flinching when the man chuckles before sending a swift but hard kick to the girls’ side. She whimpers out, a sound of pain that makes a new sense of fury run through Ransoms veins.

“Shut the fuck up! Last fucking warning.” The man shouts before leaving the room again, the padlock being locked shut again before his heavy tread disappears into the house. Ransom makes himself visible to the human eye again when the girl doesn’t make a move to get up, kneeling next to her quietly as he observes the bruises now visible from the red light.

“Guess I know why you weren’t afraid now.” He mutters out sarcastically, she jumps but her eyes just slide over his face lazily before she rests her head against the floor once again in defeat. He bites his lip before pulling his pocket watch out, one that he’s had for hundreds of years now to watch the hauntings over and over again to feed the beast in him. He touches the smooth gold metal to her forehead for a few seconds before snapping it shut and depositing it in his pocket once again.

“Go to sleep.” He coos out, his charm and power making the girls’ eyes close in obedience before she is sleeping lightly, the dark bags under eyes much more prominent in the red light that bathes them both. The demon in him is sneering and nipping at the edges of his mind as he gently picks her small form up, laying her under the thin blanket before he turns and disappears from her small room again.

The comforting feeling of sliding down into hell makes him breathe out in relief when he drops into his own quarters, his fingers immediately digging the pocket watch out of his pocket as he opens a draw and reveals the mirror that will show him everything he needs to know. Setting the watch in the allocated slot he watches the mirror come to life with a name y/n y/l/n.

“Okay y/n tell me everything.” He says as he watches the life of the girl start in a dim hospital room.

To be continued..

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[aereres]

Could you do #248 from the au prompts with ransom? Xx

248. Who needs a guardian angel when you can have a half-decent demon?

345. “So this doesn’t bother you?”

“Honestly the wings are kinda disconcerting.“

Put these two together cuz I thought they would fit well! This got kinda long, sorry, but I really loved the concept lol

-

The shuffling in your living room woke you up from your slumber, your eyes slowly opening as a smile sat on your lips. It was quick to disappear when you realized you lived on your own.

You lifted yourself from your bed and stumbled towards the source of sound, grabbing the first thing you could find to harm the intruder. 

“For Lucifer’s sake, doesn’t she fucking have a first-aid kit?” A low voice grumbled, your eyes connecting the sound to the face. A man stood in the middle of your living room, looking through your cabinets like he had always lived there.

“Who are you?” You asked, worry laced in your voice as your jaw was slack. “W-what are you doing in my living room?”

“I’m your guardian demon,” he mumbled, touching his shoulder blade with a hiss, a black substance coating his fingers. “Well, I used to be, I guess. The angels cut off my wings, those bastards”

“Wait, what?” You asked in shock, your eyes finding the black spots on the back of his sweater. “W-what happened to the guardian angel? Isn’t everyone supposed to have one?”

“Who needs a guardian angel when you can have a half-decent demon?” He mumbled, getting rid of his jumper and t-shirt to look at his back in the reflection of your mirror. “Fuck, do you happen to have a first-aid kit, Y/N?”

“H-how do you know my name?” You asked as you ran towards your kitchen, getting the kit from the cupboard near the window. 

“I told you, I’m your guardian demon,” he sighed, clenching his jaw as he sat down on the couch. 

“At least tell me your name, demon,” you huffed, taking a look at his black wounds.

“Ransom,” he mumbled, wincing as soon as you dabbed a wet washcloth on the cuts. Silence filled the room as you tried to understand what was really happening, your hands soft against Ransom’s skin as your mind filled with questions.

“So, this doesn’t bother you?” You asked suddenly, startling him.

“What?”

“The fact that they cut them off,” you mumbled, referring to the wings.

“Honestly the wings were kinda disconcerting,“ he sighed. “But now I think I will go, thanks for your help,”

He stood up, his icy blue eyes boring straight into yours. “Maybe I’ll punch an angel or two, get my wings back,” he half-heartedly joked, chuckling at himself.

“Will you come back to me?” You asked, curiosity taking over you. “To show me your wings?”

He smiled down at you, looking out of the window quickly before chuckling. “Wait up for me, tonight. I’ll be back,”

[littlenymphie]

🍓 If any other demons try to take y/n, does Ransom get jealous? Or does he deny having any attraction to her?

🍰 it’s my bday!!! join my virtual picnic!!! 🧺

demon!ransom is possessive. he owns y/n. she’s his little mortal plaything. no one else is allowed to touch her. not even look at her….unless he’s in the mood to show her off.

he’d get so jealous. i feel like, in my au, when you become a supernatural being, everything about you is heightened. so like ransom was a jealous person before, now he is a jealousy monster.

i can’t see him straight up fighting the other demons, but surely doing things that’ll make them wish he fought them instead. ransom’s very analytical and clever and sadistic, all of that heightened with his supernatural physiology, and he could will do sooooo many things with it.

and he’d surely take it out on you. he’d accuse you of using another spell, of uttering another incantation. he’d interrogate you while he’s balls deep inside, rutting wildly, claws digging into your cheeks, forcing you to stare at him and say the truth. to say you won’t walk for days is an understatement…..

[aereres]

Would you wanna do number 300?

300. They always say ’the devil made me do it’. But this wasn’t him.

-

Ransom leaned down to kiss you, your eyes closing as you gasped, your lips moving against his. Your heart fluttered as his hands found your smaller back, pushing you even closer to his chest.

You pulled away, trying to gain back your breathing as you looked at his icy blue eyes. "Do you mean it, Ransom?"

"I do," he whispered. "They always say 'the Devil made me do it', but this wasn't him,"

Your hands cupped his cheeks, leaning your forehead against his.

"It's dangerous, Y/N," he said in a whisper. "You can't trust the Devil,"

"I don't care," you said. "Now kiss me, you demon,"

[littlenymphie]

i would love to talk more about demon!ransom 😩😩 im already obsessed with your first chapter, please give me anything you have about him!! would he slowly fall in love, trying to stop himself? would he ultimately break your heart in the end?

🍰 its my bday!!! join my virtual picnic!!! 🧺

…yall are making me wanna revive this fic iswtg. i mean i haven’t officially “killed” it but might reaaally bring it back for kinktober goodness….

i feel like its weird to explain its like i wouldnt say he falls in love slowly or rapidly. its like he becomes obsessed instantly. and that obsession morphs into a twisted love that he suddenly realizes its love. so its a bit of both. it hits him like a train.

i have multiple endings but none of them really revolve around breaking your heart. one is more about breaking your resolve and your will and literally molding you into his sex slave. i have another ending where you break HIS heart though.

BUT I WONT SPOIL.

[littlenymphie]

Ugh Demon!Ransom using his tail to fuck you and licking your cheek as you whimper *blushes*

GORL

this does things to me omg fnfmmdkg

ok but his clawed hands just scratching ur sides until they reach ur hips and just claws sink in, drawing out blood, right when he ~enters~ i—