A/N: Hiya love @raveviolet, sorry this took so long, so all 5 of my requests for the 500 celebration are already done, so I am doing yours as a little bonus writing ;) And since your request is fall themed, I have combined it with @drabblewithfrannybarnes ‘s autumn challenge😊it’s not really an activity date but close enough??? hope you still like it tho💕
And to momma💗this is my first entry to your autumn challenge and there will be so many more🤭 this is straight up shameless smutty smut with a little hint of autumn things, I hope that’s ok😆 also i know you like ‘pretty girl’😏
Prompt: Sweater Weather
+ Hot Spice Apple Cider (i know it’s not on the list, but it’s autumn-y ;)
[IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR IN ANY WAY UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THIS PLEASE DO NOT READ]
[Wrap your willy dont be silly]
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“What do you think you are doing?” Ransom asks, walking out of the bathroom from his shower, half naked with a towel around his waist.
“What did I do?” You turn around from the stove, not knowing what you did wrong this time. At the same time, your eyes found his chiseled body and eyeing him up and down.
“Wearing MY sweater….” He accuses you with his hands on his hips, head nodding towards his sweater that you are wearing. With only your panties on, the sweater is long enough to cover half your bum, leaving bits of your cheeks on full display for him. He doesn’t actually care if you wear his sweater, he just likes to tease you, and in fact, he finds it very sexy, even more so than lingerie.
“Oh c’mon… I’m cold…. You have a million of them and I can’t borrow one for a couple of hours?” You roll your eyes at him, one hand holding a wooden spoon over the simmering pot of half complete hot spiced apple cider.
“…plus…. It smells like you… and I like it…” You pull the crew neck of the cable knit sweater up to your nose, breathing in the pine and musky scent that he left on the sweater.
He walks up closer behind you with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your waist before resting his head on your sweater covered shoulder. “Oh yeah? You like smelling like me?” He bites on your ear while whispering, blowing air by your earlobe, sending tingles all over your body.
“You still smell like me from last night…” He adds, smelling your hair, hands reaching down from your waist to the edge of his sweater and you can already tell he has his signature shit-eating grin on his beautiful face. He lifts the sweater up quickly with one hand while the other dives right inside the front of your panties, searching for his personal little button with his middle finger.
You sigh and let out a soft moan when he dips his finger to your little nub. Meanwhile, the cold metal of his pinky ring touches your mound, sending shivers down your spine as he presses his lips to the side of your neck.
“…. Ransom, hm… I am making something here; the stove is on…” You say with a breathless whisper, leaning your head to the other direction to give his warm lips better access to the bare skin of your neck.
“It’s okay… I will be quick….” He says in between kissing and nibbling on your neck whilst one hand is rubbing tight circles on your clit and the other reaches up underneath his sweater to grab your breast.
By pressing his middle and ring fingers harder against your sensitive little button, it makes you arch your back and push your ass right against his crotch.
With him working you up like this, your breathing is already gradually quickening. You put in the rest of the prepared allspice and cloves into the pot before Ransom gets any further with the teasing.
You manage to stand up a little better, leaning back onto his front and chest, your right hand reaching up to grab a hold on his brown hair while enjoying his pleasurable touches.
“Oh….fuck….” you whimper as he his fingers working his magic on your dripping folds, spreading your arousal all around from your cunt to your clit, coating his fingers before dipping the two digits into your already clenching core.
“You like that, don’t you pretty girl?” he asks with a grin, the corner of his lips curl against your cheek.
You nod as he slides his fingers in and out of you with a rhythm, and you are so wet for him that your pussy is making the sinful squelching sound each time he thrusts his fingers into you. You squirm under his touch, your grip on his hair tighten as the coil in your belly does the same.
Your wall starts to pulse around his thick fingers and he shamelessly pinches on your harden nipple in the other hand. All the sensations are becoming too much to handle, and your head fell back on his shoulder as he curls his fingers inside you, brushing the delicious spot of heaven to bring you over the edge.
“…. Fuuuck… O- Ransom… I’m gonna cum….” You pant and heave while your left hand holds onto his forearm, waves of pleasure wash over your entire body as you cum all over his fingers and palm, your wall tightening and sucking his fingers.
“That’s it… pretty girl… cum all over Daddy’s hand…” He fingerfucks you through your orgasm, hips dry humping your ass while he breathes by your ear. He pulls his fingers out of your sweet pussy before putting them into his mouth, licking and sucking them clean. “.. Hmm… you taste so good, baby….”
“Now… be a good girl and let Daddy fuck that pretty pussy of yours…” He says, turning you around and loosening his towel on his torso, letting it pool on the floor. You knowingly hop up to the clear kitchen counter, spreading your legs for him before pulling your panty aside.
Ransom moves between your thighs, lowering his hip slightly to align his erection to your entrance before sliding right in. His palms both push on the edge of the counter for support next to your thigh as he leans forwards to kiss your parted lips, slipping his tongue between them and letting you taste yourself on him.
He hums into the kiss as he rocks his cock in and out of you, he grunts and groans at the feel of your tight wall around him, sucking on your lips and kissing you senseless. He pants while he pounds into you rapidly, his pelvic bone slapping against your inner thighs and he pulls away from the kiss to look at where you two are connected.
You moan at his hard and thick cock slamming into you, it feels like heaven. You can feel his vein with each drag; you can feel his tip almost hitting your cervix every time he pushes himself back in; you can feel everything, but you want more.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, nails and fingers digging into his muscular back as you grind your hips on his dick, matching and synchronizing with his pace, fucking each other with passion.
“Fuccck… baby…. Just like that…. You are so tight….. so pretty…” He whispers all these praises at you, and you are absolutely eating it up, but all you can do is moan and mewl.
“You are gonna make Daddy cum so hard… “ He says, kissing you, keep jerking himself into with a pleasurable frown. “Gonna cum all over your pussy, making you smell like me for the rest of the day…” He kisses you in between sentences and never slowing down.
“Fuck yes… Daddy please…” you beg, cupping his jaw as you bring your lips to his again.
He growls as he is close to his release, and you help him by lifting up the sweater, drawing quick circles on your throbbing clit, bringing yourself to your second orgasm quicker.
The coil in your belly tightens to a point where your lower stomach is spasming, triggering yourself to cum. You wall is pulsating around him, milking him hard to his release. His last couple thrusts are sloppy but forceful, he pounds into you a couple more times before pulling out and stroking himself. He shoots his load on your pussy, some landed on your stomach and some landed on your inner thigh.
He rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed as he catches his breath and pants. “Fuckkkk…” He mumbles, shoulders heaving up and down as you give his forehead a kiss.
“All that for a sweater?” you ask softly, face blushing with heat because of the fuckery that you two just did.
“No… I just wanted to fuck you, pretty girl…” he confesses with a smirk, looking up and kissing you again.
You chuckle at his shamelessness and smile into his kiss.
“You want some hot apple cider?” You ask softly, fingers scratching the nape of his neck. “Hopefully I didn’t screw it up because, well… you screwed me…” You add, laughing at your own joke.
Summary: Carving pumpkins leads to you and Wanda revealing how you feel.
Words: 800ish
A/N: This is my first submission for the #Sweaterbaeschallenge by the amazing @drabblewithfrannybarnes I used the Location/Activity prompt: Carving pumpkins.
“How the hell are you meant to do this?!” You huffed and pushed the pumpkin away.
Wanda giggled softly beside you and you glared in her direction “You’ve never done this before either and yours looks so good” you complained “Mine looks like a child made it”
“That’s not true Y/N” Steve said from across the table
“Thanks Steve”
“Yea, I’ve seen ones that Morgan made and they look way better than yours” Wanda teased
“Rude!”
“Doesn’t mean it isn’t true” she replied sticking out her tongue at you.
You let out a huff before grabbing a handful of the pumpkin innards and tossing them at her, too quickly for her to react. Bits of pumpkin and seeds clung to her hair and face. She let out a squeal as she tried to brush it from her hair, only managing to further mash the mess in. Narrowing her eyes she turned to you, red twirled from her fingers and around the pumpkin beside her.
“No.. no.. no I’m sorry Wanda” you squeaked backing away slowly. The pumpkin exploded into pieces before flying over you, covering you head to toe. “You bitch!” you picked up more pumpkin and flung it.
“You started it”
“You were rude!”
“It was a joke, geez!”
Pumpkin was flying through the air back and forth between the two of you as you yelled.
“Stop it now!” a gruff voice commanded. You both stopped and turned to find Steve standing looking unimpressed, arms crossed. Bits of pumpkin coated his shirt “You’re both acting like children! Look at the mess you made” “
“Geez sorry, we were just having a bit of fun” you sassed rolling your eyes.
“I’m going to have a shower and by the time I’m back I expect this to be all cleaned up” he gave you both a harsh look before turning and walking out of the room.
Wanda started giggling as she gazed around the room. “Did you see his face? He looked so pissed”
“I know he’s always Mr Serious”
“Does he even know how to have fun? but I ‘spose we should clean this up”
You worked together and made quick work of cleaning the room top to bottom. Soon the only pumpkin left was what you had stuck in your hair and clothes. Wanda sat on the edge of the table, legs dangling as she tried to pull chunks out of her hair. She was becoming more and more frustrated. You stepped in close, “Here, let me help you”. Reaching over and gently running your fingers through her hair, you tried not to pull it as you brushed bits of pumpkin from it. “Thanks” she whispered and you glanced at her face, noticing just how close you were. You couldn’t help staring at her perfect lips. Your heart was beating hard in your chest and you were sure Wanda would be able to hear it.
Her eyes met yours again and before you could say anything she was kissing you. Her lips were soft and gentle as she pressed them against yours. She started to pull away and you realised you had been standing frozen. You tangled your hand further into her hair and kissed back. She let out a soft moan and you swallowed it, deepening the kiss. You wanted to memorise every moment of this, the feel of her mouth on yours, the lines of her lips, the taste of her tongue. It felt as though time froze as the kiss became more heated. She wrapped one hand behind your neck whilst the other traced gently over the small strip of skin between your top and pants. Slowly, she pushed her hand under your shirt, her delicate fingers tracing lines up your ribcage. Your skin tingled at her touch, goosebumps appearing in the wake of her fingers. Wrapping her legs around your hips she pulled you in closer to her as her hand cupped under your breasts. You pulled her hair gently and she gasped into your mouth. Her hand traced higher, cupping your breast through the bra. Needing to breathe, you pulled back to rest your forehead against hers and took in her appearance. Her face was flushed and her lips were red and kiss swollen. She had never looked more beautiful, even if she was still covered in pumpkin.
“So...does this mean you like me?”
“Obviously”
You smiled broadly and lent in to give her another kiss. Before it became too heated you pulled back. “You wanna come help me wash up?” you asked, biting your lip.
“Fuck yes”
Unwrapping her legs from your hips, you grabbed her hand, pulling her off the table and then out the door. As you rounded the corner you nearly ran into Steve.
“Where are you two off to? I hope you’ve cleaned up” he said as you giggled and continued to pull Wanda down the hall away from him.
“Sure have, now we’re gonna get all dirty in the shower”
Summary: Bucky helps you warm up after a walk on a chilly fall evening
Words: 950
Warnings: Smut, sex, soft sex, fluffersmut, cockwarming, light dirty talk, implied smut, light/implied daddy kink, vampire Bucky and his fangs, creepy kind of eerie fall/halloween vibes. 18+ only!
A/N: Double duty today for both @the-ss-horniest-book-club Kinktober Day 24: Cockwarming, and @drabblewithfrannybarnes Sweater Baes Challenge for fall 🥰 This has a little bit of everything, with my fave au bby, Vampire Bucky. I hope you enjoy, and thanks so much for reading! ❤
The prompts I used for Sweater Baes are: “It’s a full moon tonight. That’s when all the weirdos are out.” and Sweater Weather. Thank you for hosting this lovely challenge!
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You stood by the window, leaning against the frame, mug in hand, staring out into the night. Wearing only an oversized knit sweater and your underwear, you shivered slightly, the vibe of the evening giving you a chill. Pulling your mug closer to yourself, you sipped the contents, brushing one foot against your leg as you became lost in your own thoughts.
Cool hands gently circled around your waist, pulling you from your thoughts and you giggled. “Hey baby,” a smooth, sultry voice in your ear. Lips pressed against your skin, trailing up your neck and stopping behind your ear, making you shiver again. You tilted your chin to the side and met the lips with your own, a gentle kiss, surprisingly warm.
“Hey Bucky.”
The two of you had just come back from a walk, the cool fall air was starting to chill your skin, and the ambiance of the night was chilling you even more. You’d become more and more tense, the sound of howling finally making you shriek and bury your face in Bucky’s sweater. He only wore a sweater and a light jacket, whereas you had been bundled up with two layers of cozy sweaters, a jacket and a scarf.
“Is it a werewolf?” you’d asked him timidly. The howl sounded again and you clutched his arm. He smiled and stroked your face, then pulled you close against him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
“Probably. It’s a full moon tonight. That’s when all the weirdos are out.” You shivered again, and shortly after that you’d headed home, much to your relief. Now you stood, trying to warm up with a mug of tea, still feeling unnerved.
Bucky had one hand around you, black coffee in his other, and his lips were on your neck again. He was shirtless, and soon your back was pressed against his hard chest while his fangs grazed over your neck. It gave you goosebumps and you giggled.
“Buck, stop!” He didn’t, he simply chuckled against your skin and nipped again, and, truth be told, you didn’t want him to stop. As you leaned back against him he hummed, his lips making their way up to your ear again.
“Why don’t you come warm up with me darling.” He stepped back, gently pulling you towards the couch, and you followed, a small smile on your face. Setting your mugs down on the side table, Bucky then cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss, gentle yet passionate, sending warmth through you right to your toes. He sat down, tugging your hand gently and you straddled his lap, your hands resting on his shoulders and his on your hips.
His hands dropped to your thighs and then found their way under your sweater, fingering around the edge of your panties. A smirk crossed his face as he hooked his fingers into the band and started to pull them down. Leaning forward with a smirk of your own, you kissed his lips and shifted so he could slide your panties all the way off.
Settling back down on his lap, you trailed your hands down Bucky's chest, his hands back on your hips again. Smoothing over his abs, down to the waistband of his sweats, to slide them down over his hips too. Then he was urging you forward, pulling you closer, groaning as you covered him with your slick. He felt hot against you, and then he pushed inside, drawing a gasp from your lips as a moan fell from his. You started to rock your hips, but he held you tightly, stilling your movements.
"Shh baby, just sit for a minute, let me feel you." Your head dropped to his shoulder with a whine, and then he was gently kissing your neck again. You clenched around him, you couldn't help it, but then tried to keep still, breathing him in, feeling his warmth against you.
It was nice, peaceful even, feeling him inside you, feeling that closeness. His hands ran up your back, holding you close, tracing little circles over it, and your eyes fell closed, the tension and cold from earlier slowly melting away. You curled against him, and the two of you sat, just enjoying the comfort of each other.
Then you felt him starting to pulse inside you, kisses becoming light nips on your neck, his fangs grazing over your skin again. Slowly, you started to roll your hips, languidly riding him, his hands back on your waist to guide you. It quickly became desperate, and when you sat up his eyes were dark, lips parted, both of you chasing release now. His name was a quiet moan on your lips, and he grinned, the sight of his fangs making you whimper.
"Bucky, I need it," you gasped, his thrusts bucking up to meet yours, fingers digging into your skin. You were right there, both of you.
"Me too baby, come on, just let go for me." He reached between your legs, brushing his thumb over your clit, and that was enough, your orgasm crashing over you. He followed right after, spilling into you with a grunt and you fell against him again, trembling, trying to catch your breath. More kisses against your neck and then Bucky was flipping you over, laying you down on the couch as he settled between your legs. He kicked off his sweats and pushed your sweater up, kissing over your skin and up your body. You stripped it off, crashing your mouths together as he growled, both desperate for more. His eyes flashed when he pulled away, his words sending a thrill through you.
a/n- Hey lovely people! this is my entry for @drabblewithfrannybarnes ‘s Autumn Challenge! this is my first time writing for Ransom (finally!!) and I’m so excited for this!! also, he’s not a murdered in this one lol. Gorgeous fall divider is by @firefly-graphics and italics are for a flashback. Enjoy<3
Summary: You struggle to sleep in Ransom’s absence, so you find a creative way to fix it until he comes back🥰
Prompt: “I love you, jerkface” (bolded in the fic)
Word Count: ~800
Warnings: a very brief mention of smut, but it’s fluffy :)
The late night silence surrounded you as you forcefully closed your eyes. Or was it early morning already? You couldn't be bothered to check. You woke up in the middle of the night, too lazy to check your phone to see what time it was since it was on the other side of the room. You've been tossing and turning ever since, trying to go back to sleep.
Deep down you knew it wasn't of much use. The past few nights have been very similar to this one, your sleep light and often disturbed. Ransom was upstate visiting his family, and you had grown so accustomed to sleeping in the same bed as him that without him it now seemed cold and uninviting, and you just couldn't relax enough to sleep.
"But Ransom, you don't even like them," you tried to protest. "And you love me, don't you?" you pouted slightly.
"I do, but still. I know I don't like them but if I won't go they'll never give me money, and then I'd never be able to get you presents," Ransom says in a slightly patronizing tone, trying to reason with you.
"I don't care! I just want you to be here," you argued. Once you saw Ransom wasn't budging you changed tactics. "Well, can I come with you?" you smiled.
"Absolutely not," he chuckled, "trust me, you do not want to meet my family. They'll eat a sweet little thing like you alive."
You only huffed in response. You knew your stubborn boyfriend would rather deal with his family than take the slightly more difficult path and actually get a job.
"Look, it's not as if I'll be gone for months, it's just a few days and I'll be back," he comforted you. "You can't get rid of me that easily."
You tried to contain the smile that rose up on your face but didn't succeed. It was time for the last resort.
"Well, when you're gone," you looked up at him through your lashes, "who's gonna take care of me? No one can make me feel as good as you do," you pouted again.
Ransom groaned. "Stop that," he said sharply, "you'll be fine. I'm going and that's it."
He did. And now you were laying here, willing yourself to fall asleep but finding it nearly impossible in his absence. Just two more days to go.
You tossed around for a little while more until you had an idea. You hadn't thought of it before because Ransom didn't like you touching his stuff.
"I can buy you twelve more of those, you don't need to take mine," he always said.
Well, what he doesn't know can't hurt him, you decided, and got up to the closet. On your way there you checked your phone; 4 am. Still enough time for you to go back to sleep. You took one of Ransom's cable-knit sweaters. You put in over your pajamas and were instantly surrounded by his familiar scent, which drew a soft smile onto your tired face.
Warmer both because of the thick wool and the somewhat replacement of Ransom, which was nowhere near the original but still good enough, you were lulled into a peaceful sleep.
You woke from your sleep to the sound of footsteps. Instantly alarmed, you got up and picked up your phone, ready to call 911 if you needed to, and softly tiptoed into the corridor. You made your way towards the kitchen, where the footsteps seemed to come from.
When you got there you breathed out a sigh of relief. There in front of you was Ransom, silently pouring himself a cup of water. He sensed your presence and turned around to look at you.
"Ransom!" you smiled and practically ran into his arms. He squeezed you in a tight hug, chuckling before pulling away and furrowing his eyebrows.
"Is that my sweater?" he asked.
You looked down and remembered the reason you were sleeping so soundly. "Yeah," you admitted weakly. "I know you don't like it when I touch your stuff but I missed you so much I couldn't sleep and –"
"It looks good on you," he cut you off. "Why didn't I let you wear my clothes before?" he smirked and leaned down to plant a soft kiss onto your lips. "I missed you too," he said once you pulled away, and then, "You really couldn't sleep without me?" he smiled smugly.
"Whatever," you rolled your eyes. "I love you, jerkface."
He put his hand on his chest, feigning hurt. "Ouch. You know, if you continue to insult me like this, I won't let you borrow my sweaters after all."
"Good thing I know a way to make it up to you then," you smirked and held his hand, leading him towards your bedroom.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader (Vampire AU)
Warning: 18+, Steve being a tease, Oral (female receiving) NSFW, PWP,
Words: 2043
Summary: You haven't seen your vampire boyfriend for a month, and by that, a night in a club might alleviate your loneliness, even just for a while.
Prompt: This fic used multiple prompts as followed:
I’m gonna rip these panties off and shove my tongue between your sweet lips
I know how this goes. First you buy me a drink, then you tell me how pretty I look, and then at the end of the night, you ask for my number
A.N: This is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club and @the-mcu-horniest-book-club as well as @drabblewithfrannybarnes. I’m feeling an early Halloweenesque so I pulled back my vampire boyfriend Steve (He might appeared again on Halloween!). This story is kind of a continuation from "In my veins" but I think you don't need to read it to read this. This piece isn’t beta and if there’s a grammar mistake, that will be on me 😉 I just want to do some short smut things, lol happy reading!
You stared down on your reflection in the dim bathroom. Makeup looks bolder than what you used too, but you didn't care. Your cat-eye eyeliner and your hair were on point. Soft lips were repainted with the red shade lipstick that suited you, not to mention extra blush to the cheeks. Tired of the piled up homework and grading you do in the past week. Not to mention the absence of constant skin to skin contact from your boyfriend made you dare yourself to go out with your friends tonight.
Feel satisfied with your look, you smoothened the black silk dress and exited the room. The sound of the music graced your ears when you were back on the dance floor. It's been what? couple hours since you arrived here with four other of your friends, but you can't find them anywhere. Likely either caught some hot guys or been seen by one. You strutted your way to the bar, body swayed lazily to keep up with the beat. When you decided on what drink you would have, a loud baritone voice interrupted you.
Turn your body to the side you were greeted by a tall and muscular man. His wide shoulder felt as if it meddled into your personal space. Flashes of light illuminated his blue eyes. The stubble decorated his face accentuated the strong jaw that God graced him with. Flickered your eyes back to him, you saw his pupils dilated. As if to try to adapt to the low-level light when all the lasers rotated and synchronized with the music.
Try to compose your cool; you tilted your chin up and faced him. "I know how this goes." With all the noise, you close the space between you and bite your lower lips. "First, you buy me a drink, then you tell me how pretty I look, and then, at the end of the night, you ask for my number." Your red painted fingers trailed its way from the collar, down to the lapel's, and ended it in the zipper of his leather jacket.
The man gave you a lopsided grin. You can see his thick long lashes fluttered up as his eyes sparkled with mischief. "First of all, I have your favorite drink in hand." he grabbed the glass of booze that looked like it glowed in the dark and gave it to you.
"Second...how am I not supposed to tell you that you are pretty, because you definitely are." you bring the glass to your lips and drink the liquid inside. "Lastly, before the end of the night, I'm not gonna ask you for your number because I already have it." he grinned at you triumphantly, teeth all white, and canines showed up a little bit.
You pouted at your boyfriends and put the glass back on the table, whine in displeased, "you are no fun, Stevie."
He closed any space between the both of you. His chuckle shifted his fake attempt to flirt as if you were a stranger. "What? You want me to fake it till the end?"
"Hmm… I just missed you so much I can't help but do that when I saw you."
"I missed you too, baby girl." Steve closed his eyes as he rested his forehead down to yours. He inhaled deeply as if the smells of your body vaporized from his senses since last week. "You smell so good tonight, fuck." His big hand was stationed on your hips. He purposely spread his fingers and moved it back on your ass cheeks, kneaded it.
You let out a surprised moan as your fingers instinctively hold on to the lapels of his jacket. You weren't exaggerated things, but since you dated your infamous big, handsome and blonde vampire boyfriend named Steve, you've been experienced the dry spell. In the past three months, he graced you with something tho, mostly, the heavy petting. It's not that you hate it, really. Steve wasn't any regular man you usually met. Men who just want to go do gymnastics in bed after the first date. He's sweet and attentive. But sometimes you need more than just the fake vibration that rushed to your body through the plastic toy that you kept in your nightstand.
"Steve…" you have been pretty needy lately, and Steve's absence didn't help. Although you haven't slept together yet, he's a constant presence in your life these couple of months.
"Hmm...yes?" Steve's right hand ran up to your spine and rested at the base of your neck. His blue-eyed momentarily flashed, turned it into amber color, and switched it back again to blue. He landed his soft lips to you, and you accepted it eagerly. Your hands sneaked at his back to his shoulders, trying to pull him down to meet you. The soft kiss turned into something filthier as Steve demanded access inside your mouth. His left hand still held your ass as he let you know the evidence inside his jeans.
Withdraw yourself from the temptation that's Steve, your hazy eyes meet him. "Stevie…, please don't torture me, would you? Don't make me horny and then just leave me to my vibrator." You pouted at him, but you can't help grinded yourself on his hard-on.
Steve chuckled and led your leaned back temporarily at the bar table. His left fingers sneaked under your dress and crawled up. Your eyes widened in surprise as Steve's fingers played with the lace of your panty. "Steve…," you warned him. Your eyes look around as if you were afraid you get caught in the act of indecency. Though you weren't the only one.
"I'm gonna... " his fingers roamed over your clothed core, making you let out a soft moan. "— rip these panties off and shove my tongue between your sweet lips."
His words made your inner wall clenched involuntarily between nothing. He never expressed that before nor he ever touched you down there beyond the shield of your panty. "St—Steve…,"
"After that, I'm gonna suck your blood and drink that sweet nectar from your inner thigh." Good God why he's extremely hot and possessive today. Not that you hate it, really.
Steve kiss the side of your neck. Lips nipped tentatively at the vein there, made you let out a gasp.
"Hey, both of you get a room." Sam Wilson, the club owner that's also a good friend of Steve, appeared behind the bar.
You were startled in embarrassment. Pat your palms against Steve's back to get his attention.
"Sam!" you answered him a bit breathless, but apparently Steve didn't budge from his neck kissing. You let out a yelp as Steve lifted you up like you weight nothing and carried you over the shoulder. He gave you a smacked over your ass and turned his body to face Sam with a big grin.
"Sorry, Sam, doesn't plan to get carried away down here. See you, man."
"Have fun, you two." the familiar voice replied with a cheerful noise. When Steve turned away and led you further away from Sam, you crane your neck up to see Sam gave you two thumbs up and a big grin.
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With a quick stride, Steve opened the VIP room upstairs and locked it. He let your stilettos land on a concrete marble floor gently. Steve looked at you with hunger in his eyes as he slowly backed down to the leather chaise lounge in the room. There's a small stage complete with a metal pole in the center. He's not asked you to do a striptease, wouldn't he?
You never really pay attention to any stripper in the club nor that you're good at dancing, but no harm in trying, right? Steve lifted his left eyebrow as he saw you walk to the mini stage. Awkwardly, you try to move your body to the music outside. Slithered your body to the pole. The colorful light from the disco ball glowed as if it beats. Gave you the upper hand to look more alluring.
As if transfixed with Steve's word earlier, you pulled down your lace thong. You can clearly see the bulge behind Steve's jeans. God, how you wish Steve let you near that crotch of his. You turned your body, so Steve has a good look at your body. Teased him just a little bit with your skin as you hunched your black silk dress up your thigh. You did it again, but now you hunched it up to your hips. You were welcomed by the loud growl from Steve as he has a clear view of your supple ass. God, you're really wet right now. If Steve didn't do anything anytime soon, you wouldn't leave this room until you come.
"Fuck, come here, baby. Sit on my face." You turned your body to find Steve laid his back on the chair. "I want to taste you so bad." His words alone raised goosebumps on your skin. Without thinking any longer, you found your way to the chaise lounge, climbed on it—knees situated on both sides as Steve's head position in between.
Steve nimble fingers rolled your silk dress up to your hips. He traced his tongue over his lips at the sight of your wet core.
You looked down on him in your somewhat awkward position, "Stevie, are you sure? I will not forgive you if y—Ohhh—." You let out a surprised yelp and followed by a loud moan as Steve grabbed your thigh down and flicked his tongue on your wet folds. The coarser of his hair sent extra tingled on your sensitive skin.
He made your wet core sit on his mouth while he gave it a kiss. Not your usual smooches, but the one that's so filthy, saliva involved in it. Whatever he was doing in the past week finally opened the gate of opportunity for you. The prospect that Steve didn't afraid to touch you like a lover should.
"Uhhh—," your hands try to steady your upper body on the wall as Steve's relentless tongue gave you a languid lap. From the center of your folds up to your bundle of nerves. Over and over again, teased you. It easily riled you up as this was the first time Steve did things beyond playing with your tits or traced his fingers on your clothed core.
Your right hand instantly grabbed onto Steve's hair as his tongue entered your pussy. His hands spread your cheeks as he encouraged you to hump your wet core onto his mouth.
“Oh..God—ffuck!”
Every fiber of your body felt like its burn as his tongue fucked you so good. Steve used his fingers and made a slow but persistent circle on your clit. Heightened something that rapidly built-in your lower belly.
Steve held you still as he changed positions. With a several and insistent flicked and sucked to your clit, your inner wall spasmed uncontrollably in an instant. Your left hand covered your scream as your right one held a balance on Steve's hair. Your body arched like a bow, but Steve didn't stop. He let you ride him while your juices flooded his hungry mouth.
Your upper body rested on the upper head of the chaise lounges while Steve's still down there, lapped every bit of your juices.
Steve slipped off under your body and let you sat properly. He spread your legs and trailed his fingers on your swollen pussy. It excites him when it's quivered under his touch. "Such a sweet pussy you have, baby girl." He bent down and gave your clit a quick suck, made your body tremble, and a loud moan erupted out of you.
"Now for the final meal." Steve's blue eyes switched to his amber color one. You cupped his face and dragged it up so you can kiss him. The remnant of your cum still lingered on Steve's lips, something that you wanted to taste more often.
You withdraw from Steve and trail your fingers on his lips. His fangs showed up as he was ready for another feast. Your beautiful vampire boyfriend. With hazy eyes, you whispered words like the good girlfriend that you are, "my body is ready, Stevie."
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As always, comment and reblog are really appreciated ❤️. Let me know what you think about this.
A/N: My 2nd entry to @drabblewithfrannybarnes 's Autumn Challenge💕💕 I hope everyone enjoys this as much as I enjoyed writing this😊 Ransom is taking over my heart lately, so you will be mostly seeing him on my dash😏 as always comments and reblogs are very welcomed❤ [pic not mine]
Prompt: Apple Orchard - Apple picking
Warnings: 18+, Swearing, slight fluff, Smut (unprotected sex, pet name, slight praising kink, slight clit play, fingering, from behind, public sex *on private property, vaginal sex), NSFW, Explicit sexual content and language
[IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR IN ANYWAY UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THESE PLEASE DO NOT READ]
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It is a nice breezy yet sunny autumn day today, and you are walking through the Thrombey family apple orchard with Ransom by your side. (Of course the Thrombeys has an apple orchard too, try and name something they don’t have... Bet you can't)
Before today, it honestly took you so long to try and convince him to come with you.
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"It's stupid, just ask the maid to buy the damn apples, why go pick them yourself?" He said, frowning and scoffing at your idea when you asked if he would go with you.
"But it's gonna be fun, just you and I walking in between all those apple trees... I'm sure going there will remind you some of your childhood memories..." You tried to be patient with him.
He scoffed again at your comment and said "I'd rather not, sweetheart... No one wants live through that again..."
"Well... what if I tell you, you are going to remember this apple orchard quite differently if you come with me?" You asked, looking up at him through your lashes, hand on his sweater-covered chest sliding downwards until your fingertips grazed his corduroy pants-covered bulge.
He raised his eyebrows as he looked down at your doe eyes and he was clearly intrigued. And just like that, he agreed to go apple picking with you.
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The view of this orchard is absolutely beautiful, field of green and yellow leaves with pops of red of the apples peeking through.
You brought your cute little basket with you in one hand and your other hand intertwining with Ransom's fingers. He feels different today, usually he would still be very annoyed about this even though you offered him something in exchange; but today, he seems...... relaxed? and even a bit happy?
You know he won't admit it if you ask, so you just bring his hand up to your lips, giving the back of his hand a quick kiss.
"Thank you for coming with me today..." You flash him your sweetest smile before walking off to pick some fresh apples from the trees. His hand lingered as you walked off and you caught the corners of his mouth curling up.
After picking half a basket of apples, you and Ransom continue your walks down the path. His hand rests on the curve of your hip, pulling you closer to him as you walk. The two of you shared an apple from the basket as the stroll continues.
When you spot the taller trees and ladders up head of the path, you've got a better idea of how to thank Ransom for coming along with you and thank him for being so pleasantly charming today.
Once you get to the tree you want to pick from, you set down your basket on the ground before climbing up the ladder step by step.
"Will you hold the ladder, so I won't fall, Ransom?" you ask, looking down at him from the ladder and he does what he was told; and..... you have your fish on the hook.
You wiggle your bum in his face as you climb up the 3 steps of the ladder, reaching your arm up to pick the deep red apple from the branch. Your short black skirt and sheer stocking are giving him a nice and juicy view. To his surprise (but also not really), there's nothing underneath that stocking, which makes his mouth water.
"Here I was just thinking about when you will let me fuck you stupid, bunny... I guess this is my cue..." He says, and you know he is already smirking.
You look back down at him with a small giggle with an apple in your hand as he moves his hands from the rails of the ladder to the back of your knees and up your thighs. He smooths his hands up to your cheeks, grabbing two handfuls of your ass through the sheer, giving both your cheeks a squeeze.
You lower your bum a little more to meet his touch as you bite down on your bottom lip.
"Is this your little plan, bunny? teasing me with your pretty pussy..." he asks with a smirk, hands kneading your cheeks and it feels incredible.
"....maybe..." you hold back a small moan as hands are inching towards your core.
Suddenly, you can hear a quick rip of fabric. He rips the middle of your stocking open, exposing your fold to the autumn cold air as you suck in a breath.
"Ransom! Not again..." you yell softly. This is not the first pair of stocking he had ruined, but he never listened.
"Hush bunny... You loved it..." He says and he is right, you do love his roughness sometimes.
He runs his fingertips along your folds, basically cupping your pussy from behind and rubbing his fingertips on your clit.
Your arms have to hold onto the top of the ladder while he plays with your bundle of nerves, making you soaking wet with your own arousal.
You moan as you start to squirm under his touch, arching your back while he pushes his two fingers inside of you.
"Ransom..." you whimper at the feeling of his thick fingers filling you up and he starts pumping his digits in and out, sinful squelching sound coming from your drenched pussy, making you drop the apple in your hand.
"Fuck, bunny.... you are dripping wet..." he praises, leaning in to give your ass cheek a loud kiss while finger fucking you.
You moan and sigh breathlessly as he grazes his fingertips on your spongy spot with each thrust, tightening your knot in your belly.
"Right there, baby... please don’t stop..." you beg, wanting him to hit that spot over and over again.
"Are you gonna cum around my fingers already, bunny?" he asks, feeling your walls already squeezing and sucking his fingers.
"No... I want to cum on your cock..." you pant as you make out this sentence in a whimper.
"My bunny... so eager for me... com'ere..." he coos.
He wraps his one arm around the front of your waist, carefully picking you off from the ladder and bringing you to the ground and next to the tree trunk before loosening his belt and pants.
You whine at the loss of fullness in your pussy, your front leaning against the tree trunk with your skirt bunched at your waist; ass sticking out for him while you look back at Ransom, watching him free himself and waiting to be filled again.
He aligns his length to your already clenching pussy, slides in with ease before grabbing onto your hips and starts thrusting into you.
He leans forward to rest his chin on your shoulder, kissing the back of your ear and whispering filthy nothing to you.
"You feel so good, bunny... squeezing me nice and tight... so perfect for me..." He groans by your ear, pushing your hips towards his as he pounds into you from behind.
You let out soft moans and whimpers, turning him on more and more while you try to stand up straight to reach your hand to the back of his neck. Pulling him forward by his neck, you kiss his panting lips, moaning into his mouth as he fucks you stupid.
One of his hand reaches to your front, finding your button right away and begins rubbing tight circles while he feels your pussy clenching him a little harder.
You involuntarily push your ass back to meet his thrust every time, wanting him as deep as possible as you feel your orgasm building up.
"Please baby... please don’t stop..... I'm so close..." you beg again.
"You like that, huh?" he grunts, "-gonna make you cum so hard on my cock, bunny..." he whispers to your ear. "Fuck! you are so fucking tight..." he praises with a pleasurable frown at your sudden contractions.
With a couple more thrusts deep in your pussy, the knot in your belly finally bursts, tipping you over the edge as you cum hard on his throbbing cock. Your walls pulse around him, milking him in waves, triggering his release.
You can feel his dick twitches inside of you, his muscles tense up as he shoots his load nice and deep. He groans in pleasure while he cums, jerking himself into you a couple more times before he slumps against your back, panting.
"Fuckkkk.... bunny..." he exclaims in a soft whisper and stays in for a couple more seconds before pulling out of you. The mix of your arousal and his cum dripping down along the inside of your thigh.
You turn around to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a sweet and passionate kiss, slipping your tongue between his lips as he is trying to catch his breath.
"Do you like this memory better?" you ask against his lips, looking into his eyes.
A/N: 3rd entry to your #Sweaterbeaschallenge , momma @drabblewithfrannybarnes💕💕💕💕I got the idea when I was thinking about you, I hope you like this little Ransom fluff❤ And I also hope everyone else enjoy this long drabble too! Comments and reblogs are very welcomed :) [gif not mine]
Prompt: "I love you, jerkface."
Warning: None, just soft Ransom and fluff?
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Being sick is never good, you feel awful, headaches and sore muscles, you absolutely hate it and so does Ransom.
He doesn't just hate it either, he is physically repulsed by any kinds of sickness, on himself or on anyone else, just a big no to him.
Therefore, when you tell him that you are sick, he literally made a disgusted face and backed up a couple steps.
"Make sure you don’t spread any germs around this house, you are staying in bed and you are not getting me sick... got it?" He used a commanding voice, which just made him that much more of a jerk.
But....
Even though he hates it so much, he has been keeping you company the whole time. His tongue may be sharp, but his heart is actually softer than anyone in his family would have thought, and that's how this relationship started between the two of you.
He has never told you that he loves you, but you have always thought that action speaks louder than words.
While you were in the shower, he brought tissue boxes to your nightstand, prepared medicines for headaches and colds, and made the maid to fetch you some lavender oil to help you sleep.
He didn’t make you take the guest room either and voluntarily moved to the couch in the bedroom you shared.
"The bed already got your germs all over it, you stay there, I will take the couch..." He sounded annoyed but he could have moved to the guest room himself, but instead, he chose to stay by your side.
"Why don't you sleep in the guest room for a couple days, Ransom? I don’t want to get you sick..." you asked, breathing through your mouth while you talked, knowing exactly why he stayed. It is because he cares.
"Drink your water..."
"Stop looking at your phone and go to sleep."
"Did you take the medicine with your food? I am not telling you twice..."
You kept your mouth shut at all his smart remarks, but the corners of your lips were curling upwards as you sipped on your hot tea.
By the time you were drifting into dreamland, you remember seeing a blurry Ransom sitting next to you by the edge of the bed, putting his hand on your forehead to check your temperature and he slowly moved his hand to caress your warm cheek.
He probably thought you were asleep, and you kept your eyes closed the whole time as you didn't want to embarrass him by acknowledging him being sweet.
You shuffled underneath the duvet, pulling it up and hugging it closer to your body before you shifted your position, consciously.
"I love you, jerkface…" You mumbled with your eyes closed, feeling his hand immediately left your cheek and his weight on the bed lifted.
You heard him walking back to the couch and sat down; you smiled to yourself with your back facing him, glad to call this idiot yours.
A/N: I did it momma @drabblewithfrannybarnes !!!! First true 100 words drabble and my 4th entry to #sweaterbeaschallenge !!! Also, you asked and you shall receive, here you go🤲 and I sprinkled some "pretty girl"(s) on top😊😊😊 hope you like it😆 Hope everyone else enjoy it as well! 😘 a late night treat for y'all~~~
Prompt: undoing pants gif ^up there^ [not mine]
Warning: 18+, Explicit sexual content and language, Male oral receiving, Blow job, Implied oral/smut, nickname, slight daddy kink
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"Com'ere, pretty girl..." Bucky says as he is unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. His head slightly tilted up and his eyes piercing deep into yours.
You comply and immediately kneel down in front of him like the good and pretty girl that you are, awaiting for him to free his strained erection in his denim.
You look up at him through your lashes, hands on your kneeling thighs and your mouth waters the moment his cock springs free.
"Open up and take daddy's cock, my pretty girl..." He whispers while his thumb caresses your blushing cheek.
