Oh No, Its You [CHAPTER TWO]

Oh no, it’s you [CHAPTER TWO]

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Could you do a Drabble of Ransom x Reader where he’s fingering her under the dinner table whilst the family are trying to get along but the more frustrated he gets, the harder he goes, and eventually he feels her squirt a little so drags her out and fucks her hard against the wall in the hall? Omgggg

-> -> -> The only reason you're eating food at this point is so you have an excuse to not speak during the war breaking out over the dinner table.

As usual, the Thrombey clan started out somewhat normal and civil until someone had to instigate an argument; you couldn't even remember how it started at this point. You technically don't even have to be here, but you're here for Harlan. Your family has lived next door to the writer since before you were even born, and had ended up practically becoming a part of his family itself-- unfortunately. Your parents are out of town on a business trip, and so you decided to show face for their sake.

Perhaps the other reason this is unsettling is because you slept with Harlan's grandson a couple weeks ago.

You had avoided Ransom since then, but now as he was sitting right next to you, nothing could be done. You were at least content with focusing on eating and ignoring the commotion surrounding you until--

--you feel his massive hand upon your thigh, barely squeezing as his narrowed eyes remain focused on Walt currently rampaging about what a spoiled brat he is.

"I'm the spoiled brat? Really, Walt?" Ransom laughs out loud, nonchalantly pushing your skirt up under the table. "Then what does that make you? No, I'm sorry, what does that make all of you?"

You let out a little squeak when he starts rubbing against your panties, thankfully drowned out by the sound of Linda screaming, "What the hell is that supposed to mean? I made my own company and I worked hard for it, you know this! Where do you think all the money you get handed to you comes from?"

"Oh, you're right, Mother, I forgot. Oh, actually, you know what-- wait a minute. How did you "make" your company again?" Ransom asks with mock innocence, applying more pressure to your clothed entrance. You grip your fork harder, though no food is going into your mouth anytime soon. "From-- from working, of course, what kind of question is that?" Linda spats, and Richard begins laughing upon her answer-- then quickly shuts up when the woman shoots him a death glare. "Working, you say?" Ransom continues, now slipping his skilled, broad fingers into your panties, rubbing your clit roughly. You bring your napkin to your mouth quickly to fake cough, but you're really letting out a gasp. "So you worked to make the money for that company? What, did you get a job in McDonalds, or at a local bar, or in retail? How'd you earn that money, huh, Mom?"

Joni smirks, mumbling under her breath to Meg, "He kind of has a point." Linda widens her eyes, looking to her sister-in-law with furiosity. "Do you really want to be saying anything when it comes to finances, you little gold digger?!" Meg frowns deeply, standing up. "God, can we all just realize that Ransom's starting this shit on purpose?! Look at him, watching and laughing of all things! How fucked up is that?"

Ransom grits his teeth in both annoyance and amusement, suddenly pushing two fingers inside you without warning. Your moan turns into another fake cough, your cheeks bright red. He pumps hard though hisses at Meg through a cocky smirk, "I don't even have to start shit here, Little Miss FemiNazi, you guys do all the work for me." You're gripping his wrist hard and barely squirming, other hand gripping the edge of the table under the tablecloth. You begin to clench around his fingers, you can't help it; he suddenly feels your release come out in little spurts, and he barely licks his lips. Fuck, now he's way too horny to argue.

He fixes your panties and skirt surprisingly quick. "You know what? We're being very rude to our guest. Let me escort her out while you all continue embarrassing yourselves." He smirks at all of them and grabs your arm, jerking you up. You feel like a little doll at this point as he drags you out into the long hallway, getting to the opposite end before he pins you up against the wall.

"So fucking wet for me, aren't you doll? Did you miss my big dick stretching your tight pussy out?" he groans, wasting no time in undoing his belt and lowering his pants and briefs, his length hard and veiny. "Fuck, I hate them so much. You're going to be a good girl and make me forget about it." He thrusts into you and you can't help but moan; he smirks and clamps a large hand over your lips. "Oh, no. I'm not going to have them interrupt us having our fun. You need to be quiet, doll." You shut your eyes tight as he fucks you mercilessly, your body rocking back against the wall as his hips slam against yours.

You almost don't even want to say anything. Better to stay quiet rather than vocally acknowledge you actually... enjoy this.

Peach Scone - The Drop By (2/6)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: In where Bucky has it so bad for you, he cannot find the words to confess his feelings. After an entire year of failed attempts, plus a declaration of love for scones, he decides it’s about time the words come out of his mouth. Only Bucky knows himself and is certain it’s gonna be one hell of a challenge. 

Words: 2,708

Warning(s): fluffiness, Bucky not really able to function because he’s a lovesick fool, language,

A/N: Second chapter! I hope you enjoy and will stay for the ride of Bucky trying to confess his love, It’s gonna be a fun ride! 

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It was love.

Not just any kind of love. No. 

But the kind of love which had one losing every ounce of self-control, and had every logical thought flying out of a window and drowning itself in the nearest lake.

That type of love was the sole reason the former Winter Soldier had currently become the number one source of entertainment to every one of his teammates as the latest chapter in the tales of Bucky’s failed attempts at confessing his love, apparently proved to be the funniest chapter yet.

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Her name is Kaylen Ward. Thanks legend!

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Can a thot love?

Is a thot not a thot bc they crave love but find themselves unable to express it thru anything but thottery

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Warnings: dark elements, dub/noncon (oral)

This is dark!(king)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: King Steven had a wandering eye but you never thought it would fall upon you.

This Chapter: The reader is crowned.

Note: Okay, we’ll get a little drama in this one but a healthy dose of cummies :D

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The silver cloak hung from your shoulders and swished around you. It was trimmed in ermine, the fur of royalty, and covered the violet gown beneath. You wore your hair loose and a thin silver chain about your neck. The wide collar of your dress displayed your shoulders under the cape which would be removed following your crowning. You looked a queen but didn’t feel it.

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