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regalevansworth · 13 days

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Just saw your post about Ransom Drysdale, how about they both had a huge argument and then MR rise his hand and wanted to slap Ransom but, ransom catch his hand and said "wanna try again sweetheart?" And then led into some ;) (steamy times i mean)

A/N: I’m obssesed with this idea

Do it Again

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x male!reader

Warnings: public (?) sex , toxic relationship undertones, Ransom being Ransom, dirty talk, spanking, daddy kink-ish

Summary: Note to self, Y/n. Do not try and hit Ransom, ever again

You were fuming.

His whole family was aware of the tension between you both, Ransom’s arrogant smile contrasting your creased eyebrows.

You pulled at your (h/c) hair, knee bouncing up and down as Ransom continued to burn holes into the back of your head.

“And how are you, Y/n?” Linda asked you, grinning at the discomfort radiating off of you.

“Well, I’m—”

“He’s fine,” Ransom spoke again for you that night. Refusing to let you get a single word out, treating you like his property. You might as well be, the man always leaving dark bruises in plain sight so everyone knows you’re off limits.

Always having him less than a foot away from you, and on his extra possessive days he had a hand on you at all times.

You remembered, not long ago, you and Ransom had gone clubbing. A man was bold enough to send a drink your way, along with a note telling you to ditch the Drysdale. Ransom gave a booming laugh, pulling you into his lap and shoving his hand down the front of your jeans, all while glaring down the stranger.

But this was a different issue of Ransom’s, his way of making you so angry you couldn’t stand it.

“Are you still working, Y/n?”

“He doesn’t need to. I buy him whatever he needs and he stays right by my side all day.” Ransom smirked, going to place a hand on your shoulder, only for you to quickly stand up.

“Y/n, baby,” the man hummed. “Where are you going?”

Ransom followed you out of the main parlor, grabbing your wrist before you could reach the front door.

“Don’t walk away from me when I’m taking to you—” Ransom gaped as your hand came flying at him, taking your wrist in a crushing grasp. “Wanna try again sweetheart?”

He gave an angry laugh, dragging you to Harlan’s office and locking the door behind you.

Ransom roughly shoved you into Harlan’s desk, ignoring the sounds of breaking glass as a picture frame fell. The boyish arrogance was now replaced with his charming smile, eyes a shade darker than before as he eyed you.

You glared right back, arms crossed as his blue eyes looked you up and down. He gave a laugh, hissing through his teeth as he moved toward you.

“Not backing down?”

You didn’t reply, not even as he placed his arms on either side of you as he backed you further into the desk.

You could feel his bulge through his jeans, rubbing it against your leg. A small whine escaped you, the noise only making Ransom more smug.

His lips went to your neck, biting and sucking roughly as you tried to act as if it had no effect on you.

He used his knee to rub at your crotch, grinning against your skin as he felt you start to grow hard.

“I hate you,” you hissed.

“Sweetheart, don’t be mean to daddy.” Ransom roughly pulled you closer, a bruising grip on your hips.

You scoffed, but it quickly turned to a gasp when Ransom flipped you so you were bent over the desk.

“I don’t like your attitude, baby.” With one hand pressed to your back, the other went to pull down your jeans. The cold air hitting your bare ass and cock as your cheek pressed into the wooden desk.

Without a warning Ransom sent a harsh slap to your ass, laughing at the way you moaned.

“I’d keep it down if I were you.”

You huffed once again in reply, not giving in just yet. Ransom hummed in detest at that, quickly giving five rough slaps to your ass, jolting you with every hit.

Yet, you still didn’t give in, arms still behind your back as Ransom squeezed your ass in his hands.

The man quickly grew tired of your games, roughly slapping your ass repeatedly until it was bright red and their were tears brimming your eyes and your cock was leaking and hard.

“You can cry if you want to, sweetheart,” Ransom grinned, sending a final rough slap that made you cry out.

“Fuck, Ransom.”

“What was that?”

“Fuck, daddy. Please.”

Ransom hummed, finally pleased with you as he used a knee to spread your legs further. He pressed two fingers into you without warning, causing you to swallow a scream as he set a brutal pace with his fingers.

Your ass was bright red and on fire, every brush of Ransom’s arm against you making you whine.

He pulled out before you were fully ready, replacing his fingers with his cock without a hitch. You slammed your head onto the desk, trying desperately to muffle a scream.

“Be good for daddy.”

“Fuck you,” you hissed back as Ransom leaned onto your back. Not holding back even for a second as he slammed into you.

He ushered you to put one of your legs on the desk, giving him better leverage to pound into you. Your breathing was coming out in pants, Ransom always knowing how to find your sweet spot.

“Gonna come just like this, Y/n? With my family right outside the door?”

You were lazily moving back to meet his thrusts, your arms growing heavy from where they were still pressed into your back.

“Harder,” you pleaded. “Harder, please, daddy. Harder.”

Ransom smirked at your words, fucking into you so hard your hips were slamming into the desk, and everyone outside the room was sure to hear the clatter.

That’s why Ransom adored you, you never let up. Always wanted more, wanted it rougher, liked it mean. And Ransom, oh, Ransom was amazing at being mean.

“I’m going to finish inside of you, and you’re going to come on this desk. Then you’re going to clean it up, and we’re going to have a nice evening with my family.”

You nodded rapidly at his words, finally giving into the asshole.

“What was that?” A harsh slap to your ass made you whine, a high pitched sound that made Ransom laugh.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Come.”

You did as told, gaping as you felt Ransom bury himself deep inside you.

You panted as you regained your breath, pushing yourself off the desk with shaky arms.

Ransom pressed a long kiss to your temple, his sweater in hand as he did so. His hand moved down to your sore ass, squeezing it so hard you whimpered.

“Don’t ever do that again, sweetheart.”

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regalevansworth · 2 months

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A FORBIDDEN LOVE!

Part one of three...🏳️‍🌈

Chris Evans x Male Reader

Note: please don't judge! Believe me I know this fic is kinda bad but as most of you know I've been really, really struggling with writers block and this is the first fic that I've been able to write completely by myself so I'm sorry in advance for how bad this truly is, also this is not proof read...

Warnings: strong language, homophobic parents, closeted male reader

THIS FIC IS FOR MALE READER'S ONLY, FEM READERS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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3rd person POV: ❤️

They say if you truly love somebody you have to set them free and if it's meant to be then they will come back to you. All your life you wanted to experience true love but you've always had to keep your feelings deep inside because you knew if your family were to ever find out who you were they wouldn't be able to deal…

You were gay.

And the problem was your family were raging homophobes, they didn't believe in anything besides men and women they've always told you it was immoral for a man to be with another man or for a woman to be with another woman. You tried everything to show them that there was nothing wrong with the LGBT community. You tried reverse psychology, tried hiding books and pamphlets all over the house, one time you even bought a gay romance on DVD and hid it in your parents movie collection but that didn't go over very well. After months of trying you decided to give up, homophobes will never change no matter how hard you try to show them that there's nothing wrong with gay people, so you decided it was best to stay hidden until after you finished college and moved out of your parents house and it was all going well until he moved in next door.

CHRIS EVANS…

You couldn't believe it, you've always had a crush on him and even though you knew he'd probably never talk to you it was gonna be a thousand times harder to try and pretend to be straight with him living right next door.

Chris was probably one of the most famous male actors in Hollywood and the fact that he was living next door to you was just insane.

The first week since he moved in you didn't really see him much since he mostly stayed locked up in his house, you were starting to think that you might never meet him until one day there was a knock on your front door.

When you answered you were shocked to see him standing on your porch holding some type of pie or cake (that was obviously homemade). You started to think that maybe you had something on your face because he was staring at you as if you were the only thing in the world.

Whenever you saw him in the movies you thought he was the most gorgeous man to walk this earth, you thought he couldn't possibly get better looking but you were wrong he was way more gorgeous up close in the flesh.

Chris' POV: 💙

As soon as he opened the door my heart skipped a beat. I had no idea who this guy was but he was definitely the most beautiful person I've ever had the pleasure of meeting.

After what felt like an eternity I decided to finally say something and stop starting because he was starting to look a little freaked out.

I had no idea who this guy was but all I knew was that I wanted him, I carved him and I had only just met him. Damn this guy is gorgeous.

“Hey, I'm Chris. I just moved in next door.” I say giving the handsome guy a wide smile.

“Yes I know who you are, it's an honor to meet you! My name's M/N” he responds, reaching out and shaking my right hand as I hold the pie I made for him in my left hand.

“Well I made this pie as a little hello.” I handed over the pie which he took muttering a quiet ‘thank you’ then he smiled at me, the most attractive smile I've ever seen.

As soon as I looked into his eyes again it's like I was lost in his beauty and before I could properly think I blurted out…

“You're cute, can I possibly get your number?”

He froze, then blushed.

“what? Y-you don't even know me.” he replied, still blushing.

“I know but I like what I see so far and I'd definitely like to get to know you better” I said in my smoothest tone, trying my best to sound sexy.

“Well I'll get back to you on that.” He says smirking before he slowly closes the door leaving me stewing in my thoughts.

3rd person POV: ❤️

Over the next couple of days you and Chris would run into each other left and right, he would constantly flirt with you and tell you how attractive you were and after a while you started flirting back with him. It was starting to become impossible for you to try and push the feelings you had for him aside and before you knew it you had given him your number.

You started hanging out a lot, and you opened up to him about your family and the situation you were in.

You had a hard time opening up to him in fear that he would mock or bully you but no matter what you told him he supported you and showed you that there's nothing wrong with being gay.

Over time you both started getting closer and closer, texting, hanging out after school, or before school and in a matter of no time you had fallen head over heels for him.

The problem was you were getting too attached and you couldn't keep it a secret much longer.

M/N POV: 🤎

Love is a crazy thing! I had gone through many emotions about it, for the most part it's all I've ever wanted but at other times I hated love because I was never allowed to openly experience it with my family being homophobic assholes. All my life I wanted to be with a guy that makes me happy and even though me and Chris weren't officially together he was all I wanted.

I knew he liked me (it wasn't exactly something he tried to hide) and I had made it pretty clear that I liked him as well but out of fear of my parents finding out I refused to actually go forward with it.

Even though Chris never pushed me to go out with him I knew he probably wouldn't want to just be friends and I didn't want to either.

I wanted to be more…

3rd person POV: ❤️

You run down the stairs as the knocking continues as you open the door you're shocked to see Chris standing there smiling.

“Hey, you're just the person I was wanting to see.” he says happily.

“Chris, what are you doing here?” You step out, closing the door quietly so as to not alert your family.

“I actually wanted to ask you out on a date” he says happily. You quickly rush over to him and put both your hands firmly over his mouth.

“Are you insane? You need to be quiet before my parents hear you!” he pulls your hands away as he giggles at your response.

“So, what do you say to going out with me?” he asks you again.

You look back at the door as if your parents were about to walk out any second, all you want to do is say yes but you know how your parents would react if they find out about all this. You tell him no and apologize before going back into the house and leaving him alone on your front steps, you can't help but cry as you run into your room and slam the door behind you.

No matter how bad you wanted to be with him you knew that your family would never let you. Over the next two weeks the pressure just continued to build up, twenty four seven he was the only thing on your mind you tried everything to stop thinking of him but nothing seemed to work.

You couldn't get him out of your head and it all came to ahead during dinner one night.

M/N POV: 🤎

“How was school today?” mom asked although I could tell she didn't exactly care.

I was gonna answer her question but instead of saying either good or bad what I said instead was.

“I'm gay”

"what?" My father asked, voice laced with venom.

"I- I'm gay" I mutter quieter.

It was like word vomit, I found my mouth getting incredibly dry and I wasn't able to say anything else as they both just stared at me with a look of shock and disgust.

I couldn't believe I just did that, it was like I was taken over for a moment and all I wanted to do now was take it back and tell them this was some sort of stupid joke.

When I finally got up the nerve to say something again they flipped out and told me to go to my room. I immediately ran to my room and had a breakdown, a million thoughts ran through my head (would they kick me out, send me to some camp that tries to cure gay people ) I couldn't believe I would say that to them, how the fuck could I be this dumb?

As I was crying in my room I heard my parents yelling shouting things about how disappointed they were in me and how grossed out they were that I was gay.

3rd person POV: ❤️

Your parents refused to accept that you were gay, they had always told you that men shouldn't be with other men and you knew that while you were living under their roof you couldn't be you so you stayed locked away and refused to speak to your parents. You only ever came out of your room to leave for college classes or to make yourself food, you no longer felt comfortable eating with your parents so you would often make yourself food and eat it locked away in your room.

Over the next couple of weeks Chris thought you were avoiding him, he hadn't seen you anymore and thought he did something wrong.

Chris tried to do anything to get you to talk to him, he texted, he called, he wrote you notes but no matter what you never responded. When he showed up at your front door your mother turned him away.

Chris never believed in love at first sight until he met you and he knew you felt the same way but your family wouldn't let you be happy so he knew he'd have to fight for your love.

Your parents pretty much kept you in your room seeing as they didn't wanna see you or even speak with you. Your mom had seen you hanging out with Chris in the past and they put two and two together and knew there was something going on between the both of you.

Chris did everything in his power to try and get you to talk to him but nothing seemed to work until he heard that your college was hosting an event for parents and students he heard from one of your friends that you would be there but luckily your parents wouldn't be.

On the night of the event he showed up searching for you, the place was packed but after 15 minutes he found you standing in the corner with a couple of your friends.

As you turned your head and locked eyes with him he saw you rush for the exit.

“M/N, M/N please” Chris shouts trying to chase you through the crowd but he struggles with reaching you due to all the people in his way, about ready to give up and go home Chris looks over and spots the karaoke machine on the stage and gets a crazy idea.

Just as you get to the door you start to hear music play and Chris begins to sing “rewrite the stars” from the film The greatest showman.

“You know I want you

It's not a secret I try to hide

I know you want me

So don't keep sayin' our hands are tied

You claim it's not in the cards

And fate is pullin' you miles away

And out of reach from me

But you're here in my heart

So who can stop me if I decide

That you're my destiny?

What if we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine

Nothing could keep us apart

You'd be the one I was meant to find

It's up to you, and it's up to me

No one can say what we get to be

So why don't we rewrite the stars?

Maybe the world could be ours tonight”

As he continues to sing you walk up to the stage and grab the second microphone and begin singing along with him as people in the crowd begin to watch the show as you continue to sing you can't help but look into Chris’ eyes and see the pain and the want, after what feels like an eternity you sing the final lines of the song.

“You know I want you

It's not a secret I try to hide

But I can't have you

We're bound to break and my hands are tied”

With that you walk away leaving Chris on the stage alone, no matter how hard you wanted to be with him you couldn't and no matter how hard you tried to push him away Chris will continue to fight for you, to prove to you he loves you.

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Thanks for reading.

Again I know this is bad, please don't be to harsh with the criticism but I will happily accept some constructive criticism.

As I've said this is part one of a 3 part series requested by a dear friend of mine here on Tumblr @regalevansworth (sorry it took forever) hope it's to terrible.

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