#mr. fowler

[georgiapeach30513]

well now i want to see kitten fuck herself on a dildo while ran watches 🙈 jen what have you done to me 😩

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Hahahaha 🍄anon!!! All this fluff and grandbabies, I think everyone forgot that Ransom and Kitten are kinky! They're so needy for each other, but Ransom LOVES teasing you. PLUS! You can't just jump into double penetration...that has to be eased into. Ransom's been preparing this for a LONG time. He's teased her about a third for years.  And since it is the day for Ransom and Kitten content....

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Sweet Pretty Girl

Summary:  Ransom needs to get your ready

Pairings:  Ransom X Reader

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, teasing, oral sex (male receiving), toy play, dildo, anal, double penetration, D/s dynamics, cream pie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.4K

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Ransom stares down at you, your eyes glassy and pouting up at him.  Looking over to see that the door is in fact locked before he steps closer.  His finger rubs along your heated cheeks, and you almost beg him for some form of relief.  With another click to the remote that he holds so surely in his hand, his eyes shine at your kneeling body.  “Want me to stop?”

“No, Captain.”

“You want my cock in your pretty little mouth though don’t you?” you give him a nod, but he only smirks down at you.  “Aw, is your little vibrator not enough Kitten?”

“No, baby,” he tsks at you trying to get him in a different headspace.  “Captain.”

“That’s better, sweet girl.  I’m not giving you my cock.”

“Why?” his body stalks over to his locked treasure chest, pulling out a ridiculously long neon green dildo, and you whimper at him.  Holding the toy over the tent he’s creating in his boxers, he walks over to you, but you shake your head no.

“Show me your mouth can take a cock that’s not mine,” opening your mouth, he slowly slides the jelly length in your mouth, pushing it as far back as possible.  Stilling when your eyes fill with tears, and he pulls out, leaving you gasping for air.  “There’s a sweet girl.  You wanna see my cock?”

“Yes, please.”

Clicking that vibrator up another notch, your body stops, focusing on anything but your overstimulated clit.  Not even noticing Ransom walking behind you, and then the buzzing just stops.  “Come on sweet baby.  Where does this need to go?”

Realizing what he’s doing, you’re appalled, you wanted his dick.  “Up your ass,” you growl at him.

“No, it’ll be going up your ass in time.  Fuck my dick.”

“That’s not yours.”

“Kitten, just go along with this,” his shoulders slump, and you still pout.  “I’ll get a fucking mold of my cock for next time, but I need you to fuck this,” that bottom lip juts out a tiny bit, and you can’t disappoint your baby.  Backing your body up closer to him.  His fingers connect to the panties, and he rips them off, vibrator all.  “There ya go.  Fuck you’re leaking all down your legs.”

He teases your entrance with the obnoxiously green toy, lining it up with you before sticking it to the wall, “Keep going sweetheart,” you back yourself up on the toy, until it bottoms out.  “Fuck yourself,” he gives you a cocky little grin, his hand palming those silk boxers.  “Do it, I’ll give you what you want.”

You begin to rock your body on the toy, his free hand fondling your tits.  Finally he reaches his hand in his boxers to pull out that glorious cock.  Fisting it to the speed of your motions.  “Ran, please, baby.  Need it.”

“I know you do.  But it took you so long to cooperate.  Now, you poor thing, you’re just going to watch me pleasure myself.”

“No.”

“Cum on that cock then.  I’ll give you a taste,” speeding up your hips, you push back hard, loving the precum that makes his tip glisten.  “You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t ya baby?  Gotta prep you.”

You have no idea what he’s talking about, but you see his hardness start to fall, he wants in your mouth too.  Wants your cunt to pleasure him, not some fake cock that pales in comparison to your husband.  You don’t stop your motions, not even when he scoots ever closer, running his tip over your lips, like your special lip gloss.  Coating them in his essence.  And when he pushes through your lips, you feel your walls fluttering around the fake dick, eyes rolling in the back of your head, and you choke on Ransom’s girth.  “That was quick.  One taste, had you cumming like that?”

“I want you.”

“I’ll give you me, you needy little slut.  Forget about being pussy whipped, your cunt is so cock whipped for me,” you let him drone on how your body is made for him.  On his knees, he leans over your body, “Got it nice and sloppy, pretty baby,” popping it out of your cunt, he reaches over to get some lube.  Generously squirting some on your ass, and now prepping you makes since.

“Ran!”

“Oh shut up.  You want to fuck Mr. Fowler you gotta take two dicks,” pressing the the tip through your tight muscle, you whimper and wiggle around, giving a swift slap on your ass from Ransom.  “There ya go,” you may whine, but seeing him pull those boxers off, and slide his body under yours.  His legs resting on the wall behind you, and those dark blue eyes just up at you, like you’re the most perfect thing.  “It’s all yours Kitten.”

Grabbing him by the base, you lower yourself down on your husband.  Understanding now the need for such a long dildo.  The lower you sink over him the more your breathing picks up.  Your body trembling at the feeling of being so full.  And you let out of the softest choked out Ran.

“You’re doing such a good job for me baby.  Look so pretty stuffed like this.  So tight.  Can you envision Mr. Fowler fucking that tight little ass of yours?” you can’t even vocalize anything, only can nod your head in agreeance.  “Let him fuck you stupid, while you’re just a sloppy mess over me?”

“P-p-please.”

“I knew, sweetheart, I knew what you were trying to deny.  You want him to fuck you into the mattress while I pet your pretty face.  Treat you like a fuckdoll.  I’ve heard that class is really hard.  How hard do you think he’s going to be on you?  Think he’d fuck you in that cheer uniform.  Or fuck boy’s jersey.”

“Shh...” you can hardly breathe, definitely can’t think, and all these words just flying at you is overwhelming.  The only thing you can do is move.  With one roll of your hips the two of you tremble.

“Fuck, it’s so good.  You’re doing so good for me.  Ride your cock, baby.  That’s who’s it is.  This cock is only for you,” leaning up he licks the length of your face, “Every.  Part.  Of.  You.  Now, show your Captain how you ride a cock.”

His words make your body react.  So deep in the space for him to command you with, bouncing on top of him.  That dildo pushing into your tight muscled hole with every movement over his sexy ass.  “Ba-bab-baby.”

“Fuck, it’s so tight like this.  Give it to me.  Make me cum.”

“Ran...good.”

“I know it’s good sweet baby.”

“Help,” gripping tight to your hips he uses your body to fuck him and the toy.  Your head drops on his chest seeing stars at how amazing it feels, but he doesn’t stop.  Needing himself to get off.  Pushing and pulling you over him.  Stimulating every part of you.  Fucked out to the point of drooling on his chest.

He holds you tighter, relentless in his motions, making himself grit his teeth, screaming through it, spurting so deep in your cunt if he wasn’t fixed, you know it would stick.  “Oh sweet pretty girl.  Look at you, all fucked out.”

You don’t respond with words, only able to hum.  Using his legs, he goes to push you two off the wall, and off the dildo.  “You did so good for your Captain, baby.  My dumb sweet baby, is tired.  Let me get you cleaned up, and get some water, and I’ll let you sleep on me,” he doesn’t get much of a response, so he knows he’s on his own.  

Picking you up he places you on your bed before returning with a warm wash cloth.  Cleaning yours and his cum and arousal.  Making you drink from a water bottle, before he dresses you in one of his shirts.  A new pair of boxers for him, and cleaning up of your space, when he crawls in beside you.  “We’re going to have to do this again if you want to be able to take Mr. Fowler.  Or do you want him to see you a cockdrunk mess.”

“MmmHmm.”

“Shh...baby,” pressing his lips against your temple he holds you tighter to him.  “Get some sleep.”

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Gail and her parents! (Not to be confused with her aunt and uncle, who did most of the actual parenting!) I don’t have names for Mr. and Mrs. Fowler yet, but a couple people have been asking about them so here’s what I’ve got so far:

Gail’s dad is a freelance musician who writes jingles for advertisements, tv shows, etc. Although he originally wanted to be a musician in his own right and felt like writing for TV was “selling out”, he learned to love his job because combines his love of music and dad jokes, and lets him work from home and spend more time around his family.  Although his work was always uncredited, he went on to create several popular superhero theme songs, including “Here Comes Elastigirl!”  (He made a theme song for Stratogale too, but as she never had her own cartoon spinoff it never got the widespread popularity other superhero themes enjoyed.)  His piano is by far the most expensive thing the Fowlers own, a painstakingly well-kept family heirloom that has been passed down for generations.  Some of Gail’s earliest memories are of sitting in her dad’s lap while he played on it.

Gail’s mom is a retired psychologist who specialized in therapy for children.  Since retiring, she has dedicated herself to all the hobbies she never had time for when she had a full-time job, and her interests seem to change almost daily.  Her latest obsessions are painting abstract mood-pieces and making fairy gardens, which clutter up every windowsill within reach.  To finance her hobbies, she sells crafts at various events and independent galleries.  (They don’t sell very well, but she has fun with it anyway.)

Because neither of her parents are Supers, they had a very hard time raising her when she was still learning to control them, and after several dangerous accidents and hospital visits, they handed her off to Gail’s aunt and uncle (who did have powers) in rural Kansas to raise her until she was more in control.  Gail moves back in with her parents when she’s 14. Although they love each other and get along well, there is sometimes the awkward feeling of being strangers to their own daughter, and Gail worries often that her parents are still afraid of her.  To her parent’s dismay, Gail moves out to live with Bob and Lucius almost immediately after graduating from high school, but she makes up for it by visiting often.

[georgiapeach30513]

Ok, now we need to have this threesome R&K&N😏😈and before you say anything- you bring that up not us 😂

Wait. A. Damn. Minute! Kitten didn't agree to this threesome though. She told Ransom no. What makes you think that it's going to happen? Mr. Fowler is Story's teacher....

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What I Want

Summary:  Ransom wants you begging

Pairings:  Ransom X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, fingering, overstimulation, degradation, rimming, oral sex (female receiving), orgasm denial, begging, mentions of a threesome, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.6K

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“Kitten,” Ransom coos in your ear when you close the dishwasher.  You turn to look at those dark blue eyes.  His head tilted forward, looking damn near sinister at you.  “The kids are all at school.”

“I know baby,” you answer trying to walk away from him, but he pushes you up against the counter, those thick arms trapping you.  His nose nuzzles the shoulder that’s draped in one of his sweaters, “Ran...”

“I took off work.  We’ve got a few hours.”

“And we have a meeting with Mr...”

“You didn’t say his first name,” he gives you a little smirk lifting your body up on the counter.  His own thick frame pressing in between your thighs, while his fingers toy with your covered entrance.  “I’m gonna make a deal with you.”

“Your deals is what lead us to having four children.”

“This is a different deal.”

“No,” you giggle when he pushes aside the gusset of your panties.  Those sinful fingers running up and down your slit.  “I don’t trust you, Mr. Drysdale.”

“Stay with me Kitten.  I just want you to be so fucked out when we meet with Mr. Fowler, that way he understands who you and this pussy belong to.”

“Baby, that’s not a deal,” he pushes two fingers into your waiting hole, causing a soft yelp to exit your mouth.  Slowly pumping them into you.

“That wasn’t the deal,” you cock up an eyebrow at him, and he moves his mouth to nip at your jaw.  “By the time I’m finished with you, if you’re not sobbing for Mr. Fowler to join us, then I’ll drop it,” his mouth moves to your neck, peppering open mouth kisses down your sensitive skin.  “This sweet snatch will always belong to me though, won’t it?”

“Yes, Captain.”

Curling his fingers, he rubs along that sensitive spot.  “Is that what you want, that pretty young thing to fuck into you while I watch?  Let me fuck you from behind, while you gag on his cock?  I saw you glancing at his crotch, babe,”  a soft mewl pours out of your mouth, and your press your forehead against his shoulder.  “The way your walls are aching for me to finger fuck you hard, but I’m just barely touching you.”

“Ran, please.”

“Please what, baby?  You want Mr. Fowler to fuck you?  Want him to watch you bouncing on my cock, before he gets behind you and fucks that pretty little ass of yours?” you whimper at his movements, shaking your head in denial.  “Is that so?” slowly he starts to pull his fingers out of you, but you grab ahold of his wrist.  “Tell the truth, Kitten.  Tell me, you want that pretty little teacher to fuck you.”

“No.”

Yanking his hand out of your drenched core, he slings you over his shoulder.  Hauling your ass into the bedroom with heavy footfalls, offering your ass a few swats for good measure.  Throwing you on the bed before his sweater is damn near being ripped off of you, your own hands go to pulling down your panties, but he’s pushing them away, needing himself to get you undressed.  Since he’s getting you undressed, you go to pull anything off him, “Oh no Kitten.  I need you begging.”

With a sly smirk he dives into your bare core, lapping up your juices.  His nose rubbing soft circles on your clit.  With one move of his tongue, he pushes the muscle through your folds, literally tongue fucking you with the most satisfied of moans.  When your hands card through his hair he pulls back.  “Ransom Drysdale!”

“Getting closer,” he leans back and starts viciously sucking on your bundle of nerves.  Giving you no time to adjust to the stimulation.  You can feel the pecker head smiling on your cunt as your body comes undone.  Not even slowing when you gush in his mouth or start screaming his name, like a sweet prayer.  Your hands fruitlessly try to push him off of you, but still, he attacks your pussy with such vigor.  

“Ran!  Fuck me!”

He doesn’t.  His hand moves to your core, working in tandem with his mouth.  Nipping and sucking at your overly sensitive pearl, while his fingers scissor inside of you.  His other arm pushes down on your hips.  Holding you through this ride.  “Pleasepleaseplease,” you plead, for what, you’re unsure.  You don’t know whether you want him to stop, or want him to push you to your limits.

When you cum hard on his mouth again, lightening from the orgasm races through your veins, and you almost black out, seeing stars.  You don’t even realize he’s flipped your body.  Shoving your face into the pillows, his arms maneuver your ass in the air, before he’s devouring you again.  Less fluidly than before, and when you peak back, you notice he’s taking his clothes off sloppily.  That pretty face of his buried in your split, and rimming you like it’s his job.  Spitting on your muscled hole, before using his finger to tease around the entrance.

With ease, Ransom lines himself up, and begins shoving his girth deep in your cunt.  Pounding your ass with his hips, and fucking you into the mattress.  “Please, Ran.”

“You want me to finger fuck this ass?”

“Yes!”

Stretching you out deliciously, he spits another string at your hole.  His fingers and cock fucking you so well.  “I can see it now, pretty girl; you’re all fucked out on my cock, while Mr. Fowler fucks this ass so hard.  Gonna have to get you a wheelchair.  Say it Kitten.  Give me what I want.”

“No!” you’ve nearly got him right where you want him.  He’s giving you the fucking of your life, and it’s something you’ve been aching for.  You can tell how bad he wants this threesome.  The years he’s looked for the perfect person to bring in your bedroom.  His hand presses your head even harder into the mattress, as your eyes roll to the back of you head.

“I’m not stopping until you give me what I want.  I’ll fuck you until that meeting.  He’ll get to see you a blabbering mess.  Cockdrunk, and he’ll want it even more.  He wants my pussy, Kitten.  We gotta give it to him.”

Your walls clench tight on his cock, and you see him grimace trying to stave off his own orgasm.  It’s true.  He’s trying to fuck you dumb, and you’re okay with that prospect, welcome it even.  Wanting him to send you in that blissful state.  Almost showing Nick that you don’t need him.  You want him.  Want him to control you and your pretty husband.  Want him to command the both of you, like the stern teacher he is.

“FUCK!  Kitten, tell me you’ll let Mr. Fowler fuck you!”

“NO!”

“Goddammit woman.  I’ll have that man and my cock shoved in that tight cunt of yours,” wrapping his hands around your hair, he pulls you up flush with his back.  Those hips still slapping against your ass.  “I want him to see how pretty you look cumming on a cock.  You don’t give me what I want, I’ll start fucking you with my toys.”

“No, please.”

“You love your Captain’s cock, huh?”

“Yes,” you whine.  Nothing has ever quite compared to Ransom’s dick, and he knows exactly how to use it.

“I’ll stick that dildo on the wall and watch you fuck yourself on your knees while I jerk off.  Won’t even let you clean me up.”

“You son of a bitch!  You wouldn’t dare,” he gives your tits a swift smack, and growls on your neck.  Reaching that primal state makes you almost cum on contact.  That low rumble right next to your ear, sending chill bumps all over your body.

“Such a fucking slut for me.  Won’t you be a slut for Mr. Fowler?”

“Baby...”

“Uh uh, not in that head space.  Give me that fucking threesome,” he drops your body on the bed, leaving your cunt abused and clenching around nothing.  Slamming your fists on the bed, and turning to glare at him.  “Give me what I want and I’ll let you cum pretty baby.  At least just one time, let Mr. Fowler fuck you.  Maybe more.  I know he’ll be addicted to this,” his fingers run up your slicked up folds, and you crumble.  Needing him to finish.  “I wanna see my shit dripping down those legs when we go to that meeting, that way he knows what a fucking slut you are for Ransom’s cock.  Say the words sweetheart, and I’ll finish inside you.”

“Ransom...”

“Don’t say another word unless you’ll let me bring Mr. Fowler in.”

You pout up at him, but he’s stern.  Giving you an eyebrow raise, and a cocky smile, “You thought you had me, babe.  I believe your Captain’s the one that’s playing you.  Every time I mention that man’s name you got wetter.  That cunt’s been fluttering on my cock this whole time, and you still won’t admit how bad you want this, too.”

“I love you.”

“Fucking isn’t about love.  Just agree, so I can finish fucking you.  You’re not fooling anyone pretty baby,” leaning down over your body, his arms cage you in.  Feeling his cock right there but not where you need it, you almost want to cry.  “Don’t do that.  I love you.  I want this for us.  Just quit being a stubborn bitch,” you scoff at him, but he only chuckles.  “Your husband is suggesting bringing that pretty little thing in our bed for you to play with.  Just tell me.  I’ll fuck you nice and slow if you want?”

“Not in our bed.”

“Done.”

“Not in our home.”

“Whatever you want.”

“And you’re the one that has to figure out how to get him to have play time with us.”

Ransom leans forward pressing a soft kiss on your lips.  “Does that mean, you’re finally giving me what I want?”

“We could always ask Lance Tucker to join us.”

“Why you little bitch,” he rolls over on his back, “Now you’re the one doing the fucking for that.  And you better not scream Nick’s name.”

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[georgiapeach30513]

Can we have some Kitten and Ransom action (with absolutely no interruptions from any of the kids lol) we miss the ogs 😔

Ask and ye shall receive! This is going to set up some things! You know that Ransom is HORNY as all get out, and he loves teasing his Kitten, and there's a reason for that!

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Mr. Fowler

Summary: Parent/teacher meeting with Story's history teacher

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, fingering, unprotected sex, PIV sex, cream pie, mentions of a threesome, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.6K

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Ransom bored to tears taps on the desk in front of him, and you lay your hand on his arm to calm him. He only huffs out air and switches which hand holds up his chin. "What time is it?"

"He still has five minutes, baby."

Your grumpy cat husband pouts a bit more, leaning his head back to look at the ceiling before allowing himself to sink down in the chair. "I hate this. I hate school, and I hate coming here."

"Shh...he's willing to work with Story. Give her some extra credit. So we're here."

"Did I have to be here?" picking both his legs up he lets his feet fall to the floor with a loud smack. "Could you have not done this alone? I mean..."

"If you say, because I'm the mother, I'm withholding jumping on the bed with you. All the kids will be out of the house. So we have uninterrupted time at home. Alone."

"When was the last time we had time alone?" you start to add up in your head how long it had been. "Too damn long. So I can't leave and also get to hear her purr?"

"No. Now hush," he pouts a bit more, but does quit his whining. Those dark blue eyes constantly flicking over to the clock, when Mr. Fowler walks in. Looking like a tall glass of water, and you understand now why Story is having a hard time focusing.

Sitting up a bit straighter, and switching around your thighs the closer he gets. Ransom turns to look at you quickly when you stand up out of that desk. Your voice going into that higher register when you introduce yourself and Ransom, and he can't help but to be amused at how painfully obvious it is. He can practically smell how heated Mr. Fowler is making you, and judging by how he refuses to look at Ransom, and only you, he's getting the same effect.

Ransom smirks watching the two of you interact with each other. The younger man clearly checking his wife out, and Ransom feels a rush of pride knowing that the attractive teacher, thinks you're the hot mom. Chuckling out loud when you've crossed and uncrossed your legs four times in a row, "Is there something wrong, baby?"

"Nothing, continue Mr. Fowler," you give him an odd look of how he said his name while Mr. Fowler continues. He can't help but smile when Nick gives you, and only you a soft smile. Those bright blue eyes looking down your body, before following your curves back up giving on the tiniest of bites to his lips. Every time Nick smiles, he's only smiling at you.

Ransom is beside himself at how hilarious this show is, but more so when you say a, "Thank you, so much, Nick. We'll keep all that information in mind," Ransom walks behind you giving Nick an extra firm handshake as you two walk back out to the car.

You sit down in Ransom's car, buckling up, and when he gets out you sigh, "Well he was nice."

"MmmHmm," Ransom reaches over to you, and is all but shoving his hand up your dress with a soft hum. His fingers moving beyond your panties to roam around your pussy.

"Ran, what the hell?"

"Just what I thought. You're fucking drenched."

"Am not."

Ransom removes his fingers from your core, spreading them apart to show the slick that creates strings in between his fingers. You have no words, just sit there gawking at him. "Was he really that cute Kitten?"

"Oh shut up."

"Tell me the truth babe. You wanted that teacher cock in my pretty kitty," you give him a play smack to his arm. "It's okay, you know I've begged you to let me bring in someone. Just for special occasions. You seem on board now, or at least that pretty kitty is on board."

"Hugh. Ransom. Drysdale. We are not sleeping with Story's teacher."

"But you thought about it?" he raises his eyebrows with a smile. You won't admit to it. Ransom is more than enough for you. Keeps you very well satisfied and stuffed beyond what you feel you can handle most times. But you'd be lying if you weren't envisioning Mr. Fowler's mouth getting on to his two naughty students.

"Shut up. Let's go home, so you can feel how wet I am."

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Your hands push your naked husband down on the bed, before you're crawling over him. Holding tightly to the root of his cock so you can slowly sink down on him. "Fuck my pussy is so sweet and wet, Kitten."

You give your hips a slow deep roll just to see his mouth hang open. Pressing your hands firmly on your chest you begin to bounce over his pretty cock. Loving when you're on top and just how deep you get to take him. Ransom stares up at you in awe as you bounce on his cock, "You thinking about Mr. Fowler?"

"For fuck's sake, shut up."

"Him checking you out the way he was..." you grind down harder on top of him, but it doesn't stop him from running that mouth, "Fuck...Kitten, I got the hottest mom there. That fucking man looking at you, while I, your husband, was sitting right there. She's purring Kitten. This cunt was made for me but she's reacting to that pretty boy."

"Goddammit, Hugh," you grunt fucking him even harder when he only laughs at you. He starts to say something else, but you shove your fingers into his mouth. "That's right baby, suck on mommy's fingers."

Ransom's eyes roll in the back of his head while he sucks on your digits. Working yourself over him at the speed of his mouth. He still smiles up at you, releasing a garbled moan, before you stop your movements all together. His voice grunts out a Kitten, with your fingers still in him. "You gonna stop running that pretty little mouth? Or do I need to give your mouth something to work on?"

Silence. You had stunned him to silence. Slowly removing your finger you lean forward, hovering your mouth over his, "That's what I thought. Now, can you behave for another five fucking minutes so I can cum over your cock?"

"You think Mr. Fowler would let you use that dirty little whore mouth?" Ransom gives you the biggest eat shit grins. That cocky little ass still smiling up at you when you lift yourself off his cock. Your body crawling up his.

"That's it, mother fucker," like Ransom cares. He loves when you ride on his face. Loves watching you try to drown him in your cum. Crawling over him, you press your drenched sex over his mouth. Rolling your hips over him, and playing with your own nipples, thankful you don't don't have to hear Ransom talking a bunch of shit.

Your head tilts towards the ceiling, while you writhe over him. Saying silent prayers up that you can get off on his tongue. Riding his face like your life depended on it, but when you whimper out a desperate, "Nick," as you come undone, Ransom has you flipped on your back, before placing you on your knees. Spreading your thighs and starts slapping at your swollen cunt.

"What the fuck did you just say? Saying his name, when it's my tongue that's fucking you so well. Oh, Kitten, you're in it bad, aren't ya?"

Kneeling behind you, he lines himself up before slamming into. Relentlessly fucking you, and giving your ass a swift smack. "Since you want to be a naughty girl, we're just going to have to remind you who this cunt belongs to, huh? Who owns this pretty kitty? Who makes her purr by just a whisper, Kitten?"

"You do," your voice hoarse and dry. Needing the biggest glass of water.

"Say it, Kitten, who owns this pussy? Who splits her open every night. Who makes sure she's good and taken care of everyday? Sleeps with their fingers in there because she doesn't want to be without me."

"Ransom Drysdale. Baby," you start to add more, but you choke out, when he alters his angle, getting in good and deep. Hitting your sensitive spongy spot over and over again. All these years together, and Ransom knows exactly how to take you apart. "Ran...Ran...Ran..."

"Look at cha, all cockdrunk like a bitch in heat. Just shoving this pretty kitty in my face. Fuck you're...fucking...beautiful," his thrusts become hard and deep. The both of you right on the edge of cumming. "Give it to me. Give me what I earned."

You walls clamp down around his cock, and he shudders when the two of you cum together. Not even bothering to pull out, when he lays his body on top of yours, "As long as you remember, we can bring him in."

"Good god, Ran. You just gave me the best orgasm in a month, and you're still bringing up Nick coming into the bed with us."

"Nick? You call him by his name?" he gives you the sweetest kisses to your back, before pulling out. Letting your body drift to your back while he takes your fucked out state in. "You think you could handle both our cocks?"

"You think you could drop it?"

"A man that made you that wet by walking in...we need to talk about this. Kitten, I want a threesome with Mr. Fowler."

"No."

"Please?"

"You're ridiculous."

He gives you that crooked smile, his eyebrow cocks up when he answers, "You didn't say no."

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I get a hardcore Coraline’s dad vibe from Gail’s dad and I am LIVING FOR IT. It’s so stinkin cute he made his own daughters theme 😭 Also I could picture her mum using her newfound interest in crafts to do art therapy classes for youth if she ever decided to work again

Ah yes, that’s the vibe I was going for! :D I was also thinking about Rodger from 101 Dalmatians (although I don’t think Mr. Fowler is nearly so sassy, lol.)

And that’s actually how I imagine Gail’s mom got into crafts, I think she used art as an outlet for kids in her therapy to express themselves, and thought, “Hey this looks fun… I want to do it…” 😂

[elastigale]

What ethnicity are Gail’s parents?

Her dad is English/Dutch (which would explain their last name and his height, respectively) and her mom is Greek (which is why she and Gail have a Mediterranean olive skin tone.  It’s less noticable on Gail until she gets really tan in the summer!)