so many trips around the sun ✹
word count: 3088
pairing: soft!ransom drysdale x female reader x oc!daughter
summary: ransom’s daughter doubts that her father will attend her debutant.
warning: mentions of teen pregnancy but that’s about it! maybe one curse word.
a/n: yeahhh this isn’t a request but i had to work on something elseeeee for a second im sorryyyyyy. this was inspired by a gilmore girls episode i saw like ages ago but i found this in my drafts and wanted to finish it.
please excuse any mistakes!
“Do you think he’s gonna show?” Lena’s blue eyes, compliments of her father, bore into your own through the vanity mirror that she was sitting before. You were currently helping your sixteen year old daughter get ready for her debutante while your own mother was out in the venue causing chaos just to ensure everything was straight.
Although Lena’s expression seemed unreadable, you could see the slight frown that crept onto her lips when she asked if father was gonna show up for this important moment in her life. For a majority of Lena’s life, the two of you strayed far from the high societal lifestyle of your parents and instead created your own lives in a small town not too far from them. Yet as Lena got older, she began to question more and more about the riff between you and your parents. Somehow the girl acted as a glue and managed to get you back under the same roof as your parents for occasional dinners and events. Lena had finally gotten close to someone other than you in her family and for her happiness alone, you’d go along with any crazy plans your parents had for her that they never did with you. As long as it was all okay with Lena of course. Quite frankly, she seemed to enjoy some of the ritzy luncheons and playing barbie doll for her grandparents who then dressed her in lavish outfits. It was a change of scenery for Lena and you gladly let her spend more time with your parents as it often got her mind off of her absent father.
Now Ransom, he was never father material. It wasn’t the fact that he was a teen dad, no, it was the fact that he never had a true father figure of his own. Although Ransom tried by sending money and once a year, if possible, visits, they just weren’t enough. Yet he never understood that. You often blamed it on the fact that he was taught that those actions were equivalent to affection and nurturance, both of which he lacked in. If anything, Ransom was more involved in Lena's life when he was 16 himself because you were both neighbors at the time. Like many parents, both the Drysdale parents and your own, were horrified by the fact such a thing had happened, but when Lena was born there was no choice but to make adjustments and face judgement. Upon seeing Lena’s face the decision was nothing but easy to commit to. The same could not be so easily said for Ransom or the parents, but they all tried in their own respective ways, granted, some much more than others.
White silk pooled around the seat Lena was sitting in while she adjusted the strapless sweetheart neckline that had started slipping during your silence.
“Well, babe, you know how Dad is…”
“Yeah, he’s busy. Probably out with his friends,” She looked in the mirror and gave you her best attempt at a smile, “I’m not naive, Mom. I know that I’m not his first priority. Never was, never will be.”
Lena seemed to have fully accepted the idea and you most definitely didn't want her thinking that, no matter how well she pretended that she was okay with it all. You dropped the bottle of hairspray onto the counter and immediately crouched down to sit beside Lena’s chair. Your daughter just stared at you with wide eyes before you grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly.
“Lena Marie Drysdale I never want you to say those words again, okay? Your dad loves you, and I would never lie to you, you know that. He just has a different way of expressing it. He will be there, I promise.”
“Mom, don’t make promises you can’t keep-” Lena looked absolutely unamused with the thought.
“No! He’s gonna be here, it’s about time your father took some responsibility. Now let’s forget about him and have some fun for the moment.”
With that, Lena playfully grabbed the hair brush and used it as a mic while you blasted some music on the nearby bluetooth speaker. As you set down your phone, you caught a glance of the time figuring that you should probably call Ransom now because heaven knows that man needs all the time in advance he can get. He’s always up to something, preferably stuff neither you or Lena would like to hear about, which leaves him with about zero time for last minute plans.
Looking up from the device you saw that Lena had spotted you quizzically staring and trying to make up your mind on how to approach the matter. You decided to just go for it the minute you quickly told Lena you’d be out in the hallway for a moment. Needless to say your actions were moving faster than your mind.
On your way out of the door, Lena yelled out from behind, “There’s plenty of alcohol here so he should be happy to join us!”
The two of you chuckled in unison before the teen resumed the prior prepping of her makeup. Taking one of the most dramatic gasps of air one could, you brought the phone to your ear after clicking on Ransom’s contact and hearing the outgoing ring.
“Hey (y/n), what’s up? Is everything alright?” You never really called Ransom unless something was up, hence why he questioned the reason for your call.
“Are you busy?” Lots of music and talking from Ransom’s end of the call seemed to prove that he was. For the longest moment, Ransom didn’t answer and at first you were about to chew him out before you realized that he was moving to a quieter location.
“Just a small party, but if something’s wrong with Lena, I can leave.” For once in his life, Ransom sounded genuinely concerned because, once again, you never called unless it was an emergency. You had to give it to him, Ransom was willing to drop his playboy lifestyle at the drop of a hat for his daughter.
“Today is Lena’s debutante. You know, both of our parents have practically been planning this event since she was born.” A tiny chuckle slipped out at the end of your sentence as both you and Ransom knew long ago that this would never be something your daughter could escape. Regardless if she actually wanted to do it or not.
“Shit that was today?!” The background of chatter slowly dissipated and turned into the frantic slamming of doors.
Ransom balanced the phone on his shoulder to partially listen to your chastising while he used his free hand to pick up the messily opened envelope. Inside the tattered paper sat a gorgeous invitation to Lena’s debutante that Ransom had taken a quick glance at, once upon a time, before setting it down and rushing out the door to join his friends. He hadn’t meant to intentionally ignore the invite, after all it was his only daughter, but he hadn’t put much thought into it lately either. In the back of his mind he knew something big was happening for Lena and maybe if he had paid more mind to their phone call last week, he would have remembered this. How could he forget when Lena was so excited. Looking back, Ransom could somewhat remember her going on and on about going to a fitting for her dress which he now realized was for her debutante.
So as you sat there on the other end of the line scolding him, he was doing the same internally.
“Ransom,” The silence was deafening so you tried again, “Ransom, are you there?”
You were getting a bit irritated, could he just tell you no already so you could go tell Lena. It always broke your heart having to do the dirty work for Ransom, but after years of this routine, Lena fell into it and it was expected.
The words that were to fall from Ransom’s lips came out of left field and stunned you.
“Yeah I’m here, sorry I was just thinking. Is there enough time for me to get there?”
You stood frozen for a second before checking your wrist watch. Any time wasted could make Ransom’s appearance less likely.
“Uh yeah,” Swallowing your shock, you continued, “Yes, you have a little over two hours. Show up in a suit please, your mother or my own would kill you if you didn’t follow the dress code.”
Ransom snorted a bit and you followed suit. Again, you could hear background noise but this time it sounded like that of rustling in the closet. For a moment, it seemed that Ransom had forgotten you were on the line.
“Hey um Ransom, what about your party?” The rustling stopped and Ransom cooly replied, “Oh they’ll be fine. They’re all adults, they can take care of themselves.”
At that you had to physically force yourself to not laugh and rather say goodbye.
“MOM! I COULD USE YOUR HELP PLEASE!” You turned to see Lena with curlers stuck in her hair. That was gonna be quite the task.
From a lifetime of uncertainty with the man, you decided to wait for Ransom to surprise Lena instead of telling her yourself. While part of you knew he sounded pretty serious and determined, the other part of you knew anything could change.
All four legs and hands on the floor, Ransom currently looked like a maniac as he peered under his bed in search of the loafers that specifically went with this suit. While he had at least thirty pairs of shoes, these were the one pair that he could, of course, not find. Any other day he’d stumble on the forsaken things, but now they seemed to be nonexistent. Time was passing the more Ransom searched so in a fit of panic he tore apart his bedroom.
As he did so, a tiny piece of paper no bigger than a 4 x 4 fell from the drawer that he had just rummaged through. It wasn’t just any ordinary paper. It had beautiful cursive on the back and Ransom knew in a heartbeat that this was more than a note. This exact item had been engraved in his mind for the past 16 years. Getting back down on the floor of his bedroom, Ransom carefully picked up the photo and flipped it over revealing you holding baby Lena just mere minutes after she had been brought out. Beside the hospital bed was a young Ransom proudly smiling upon the two girls. Ransom could shamefully think back to a time when he hated the thought of being a teen father and losing freedom, but that all changed when he looked at Lena’s tiny face. Just like you and many others, all of the negative thoughts flew away once Lena was actually a part of his life. He’d always regretted ever having those selfish thoughts because Lena was now his world and always would be.
On the back of the picture, was a handwritten note.
Ransom could vividly remember you handing this to him. In some way, you were much more prepared to be a mother than he was a father because you had this sort of intuition. Or at least that’s how he felt.
“Be here for her. You only get so many trips around the sun.
Love, (y/n) and Lena ”
Unfortunately, all those years ago, Ransom had let his insecurities drive him away, but now was his chance to change it. Pocketing the photo, Ransom stood and coincidentally he turned to find his shoes on the shelf behind him.
An hour and a half had passed since you’d been on the phone with Ransom. There had been complete radio silence since then from him. As of now, your father was planning on walking Lena out as you yet had to tell the rest of the family either. With thirty minutes left, Lena was nervously pacing the dressing room, white gloved hands swaying back and forth. Maybe it was a good thing you didn’t tell her because there was already a lot on her mind as it seems.
“Honey, breathe there’s tons of other girls doing this with you.” You tried to calm your daughter by placing a hand on her shoulder to stop her incessant marching.
“Mom, what was this like for you? How did you do it?” Lena had now fully faced you and you could see that her sparkly eyes were wider than saucers and dulled with fear.
You giggled a bit and Lena looked appalled at your reaction. “Sorry Lena, it’s just that I think sometimes you forget that I was a bit busy caring for your little behind, so I didn’t get this ‘luxury’.”
The sarcastic tone in your voice helped distract Lena as she seemed to ease up a bit with the joke.
Suddenly, the door started to creak open and the nerves revisited Lena as she thought it was time to go down which could very much have been a possibility with twenty minutes until the event began.
“There are my girls!” Ransom had barely squeezed in through the door before Lena catapulted herself at him. He chuckled and spun her around, tight in his arms.
“Dad! You made it!”
“Yeah, well someone told me that you only get so many trips around the sun.”
Ransom set down Lena and peered over her at your pleased expression.
Another knock on the door sounded and this time it was your father who appeared. The time that Lena had been dreading finally arrived.
“Lena, you ready-”
The older man caught sight of the happy picture before him and a smile wormed onto his face, specifically at the present father. He simply put his hand on Ransom’s shoulder and gave him a light shake before hugging Lena, telling the two of them it was time to go out.
“You ready for this, peanut?” Ransom held out his arm for Lena and she wrapped her hand around.
“Just don’t let me fall, okay?”
Quickly waving you goodbye with a large grin, Lena and her father walked out the door as you went the opposite direction to join the family by the tables.
After a couple of speeches, the music from the orchestra began the play and names were being called off a list. One by one, girls dressed in white dresses stood by their fathers in ties and suits. Rounds of applause complemented the girls as they gracefully walked down the staircase and onto the aisle.
“Lena Drysdale, daughter of Ransom Drysdale and (y/n) (y/l/n).” The presenter smiled upon the clapping crowd as you spotted your daughter and her father carefully making their way down the stairs, both of them wearing forced smiles to hide the nerves. Combined applause from both your parents and Ransom’s parents must have filled half of the venue. They were all clearly enthusiastic that at least their granddaughter could have this experience. Ignoring the snarky comments from your mother about how that should’ve been you, you instead focused on your daughter who was now a lady by societal means.
At the end of the staircase, Ransom and Lena stopped, Ransom picking up one of Lena’s gloved hands and placing a gentlemanly kiss. Lena then beautifully curtsied, something that she had practiced so many times because of how worried she was. Ransom stepped away, allowing the younger man standing beside them to take his place and lead Lena to the end of the aisle with the other girls.
Dance after dance, the debutante ball finally came to an end. Both sets of grandparents said their goodbyes before parting ways, leaving you, Lena, and Ransom to stand awkwardly in the parking lot. It had been so long since you’d all been together like this.
Taking a plunge, Lena decided to break the silence, “How about we get some real food. I don’t know about you guys, but those hors d'oeuvres just weren’t it.”
Lena looked disgusted by the thought of the pinwheels that seemed to be the only food that wasn’t for decoration. With a laugh you playfully wrapped your arm around Lena’s, snuggling into her side as wind blew by. “So you really are my daughter! I say we hit the burger joint on the way home.”
Looking to Ransom, Lena comically put on her best puppy eyes and silently pleaded for her father to join.
“This burger better be worth those hooligans turning my house upside down.” Ransom linked into Lena’s other arm and the three of you walked side by side like a real family. Times like these made Lena so unbelievably happy and both you and Ransom knew that, always taking the chance to give that to her.
“Don’t worry, Ran, it’ll be worth it!”
The two of you shared a short glance until Ransom looked ahead, starting to chuckle.
“Lena, did your mom ever tell you about the cruise our family went on when we were younger?”
She shook her head, “Well, Dad, you gotta be more specific. Which one of the millions of cruises are you talking about?” Lena looked up at her father with a knowing look.
“Your grandparents had us go to this dinner with a bunch of their friends. Their kids were much older so it was just your mom and I. Your mom had snuck in a box of crayons and we played tic tac toe on the napkins,” Ransom had to momentarily pause as he was now leaning over cackling, “Anyways, your mom got so mad at me and dumped her lemonade on my head because I teased her about how she had lost so many times!”
Your daughter, who was sandwiched in between both of her parents, was now picturing the scene and copying her father’s actions. “It’s sad how I can see both of you acting this way.”
“In my defense we were eight and your dad was so annoying!” You snickered and then tried to tell your side of the story through the fits of laughter.
It was a successful night, all three of you constantly wearing smiles. Lena had seemed truly thrilled and you wished it could always be this way for her. Ransom did have his moments, but in his own way, he was more of a father than most.
Ransom had finally pulled through for his daughter and who knows, maybe one day he would for you
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How about ransom jerking off in front of dewdrop while she’s tied up as punishment for something?
bad girl — ransom
warning || smut, jacking off, punishment, bondage, kneeling, heavy daddy kink, this made me very horny so i apologize in advance
Out of all the punishments that Ransom had ever given you, this was by far the worst. He knew how much you liked being spanked, so he had gotten creative. He bought some more rope, tying your arms and wrists behind your back. Except he didn’t stop there, no, he had you kneeled on the ground in front of his favorite chair. Your calves were tied together, sitting like a perfect little submissive in front of your boyfriend.
Ransom was completely nude, his heavy cock wet from where he had made you spit on it, but you weren’t allowed to touch. The ache between your thighs was unforgiving. You practically dripping in your panties, mouth watering at the sight in front of you.
His hand stroked his cock, spit and pre-cum glistening over the thick member. You wished you could run your tongue over the vein on the side, wished you feel how heavy he was in your mouth.
“Drooling, baby?”Ransom taunted, running thumb expertly over his tip. He fisted his cock, slowly dragging out each stroke.”Bet you wish you could touch, hm? That pussy must be soaking for me, but bad girls don’t get cocks stuffed in their holes.”
“Shut the fuck up,”He snapped, making you whine at his dominant voice. You were shaking with want, craving the feeling of his big cock shoved into your throat or cunt.”You’ve been a brat all week, coming to daddy’s office in that little skirt and touching yourself on the couch when I would give you attention. You’ll be lucky if I let you cum anytime soon. You break the rules, you get punished. Tell me what you’re sorry for.”
You tried to shift on your knees, the pressure forming bruises against your skin. You heaved out, watching how his cock throbbed under his touch.
“I’m sorry I touched myself, and that I left panties in your jacket for you to find,”You breathed out shakily,”’m sorry I sent you all those pictures and teased you because—I just needed you, daddy, I’m sorry, please let me cum, please, wanna feel your cock in my pussy.”
Ransom groaned, his strokes becoming faster and more precise,”Well, that’s too bad,”He grunted out, feeling the pressure in his stomach become overwhelming. He stood up from the chair, his cock hanging in the air thrusting inti his large,”You’re gonna sit there while Daddy cum on this pretty face and you’re gonna take it like the bad little whore you are, got it?”
“Yes, daddy,”You mewled, leaning forward with your lips slightly parted when thick strips of hot, white seed painted your face messily. You looked so fucking hot covered with his cum, licking at your lips to lap up what you can.
“Daddy’s gotta video meeting,”He told you, smirking while he slipped back into his jeans and sweater. He grabbed his laptop, resting it on the arm of the chair.”You’re gonna sit at my feet and be quiet. If you’re good, maybe I’ll eat that cute pussy till you cum.”
“I’ll be good, I promise,”You whined, struggling against the ties around your body. You wanted to be closer.
“Be still, dewdrop,”Ransom commanded,”I’m busy, don’t be a bad girl or else I’ll have you like this until bed.”
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Imagine Ransom as a Sugar Daddy, the sass and snark
he would buy you everything you want and then tease you with all the stuff you have, “oh i think i deserve a kiss before you try this little set on.” he smirks at you.
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I just read the last ransom blurb and loved it
so like, what if dewdrop was being a brat but because she was just needy and jealous that some girls were flirting with ransom and she just wants to get his attention
jealous girl — ransom
warnings || spanking (cause I’m a whore), public punishment, brat behavior
Ransom had thrown a party at the house, the house you had just recently moved into. It was a ‘house warming’ party, according to your boyfriend, but it felt like Ransom just wanted to have his friends over.
You were feeling a little left out, especially when Ransom found himself surrounded by the gaggle of women trying so desperately to get his attention. You knew what they thought of you, that you were just some fling that he’d get tired of but no, that isn’t what you are.
“Ran, will you come here?”You whispered into his ear, hoping you could pull your boyfriend away for a quickie.
“‘m busy, dew,”Ransom said easily, brushing you off while some pretty blonde giggled at him and asked if she could see the house. Ransom, being the proud idiot he is, agreed.
You were livid, and immediately, you storm off to your new shared room. It was when you had slumped in your bed that you came up with the plan.
You smirked to yourself, changing out of the dress you were in and into some pretty lingerie that you knew would drive him crazy. With full stockings and heels, you put on a new skimpy dress that showed off all your assets.
“Holy shit, Y/N,”One of Ransom’s friends, William, the one that liked you a little too much, said when you walked back into the living room.
It was when you got a little wolf whistle that Ransom finally noticed you, jaw clenching at how you seemed to be soaking up the attention of his friends who crowded around you.
“Is that dress velvet?”William smirked, leaning a little too close for Ransom’s liking.
“It is, it’s sooo soft,”You giggled, finally feeling a little better now that you had some sort of attention.”Here, feel it,”You smirked, glancing at Ransom while you took William’s hands to feel over your waist.
“Oh, yeah, it is.”
“Hands off,”Ransom sneered, snatching you away from his touch,”The fuck do you think your doing, dewdrop?”
“You seemed busy, figured I could have fun on my own,”You shrugged, rolling your eyes when he glared at you. He grabbed your chin, huffing in anger.
“Did you just roll your fucking eyes at me?”
“Surprised you noticed, thought you were too busy acting like someone else’s daddy,”You spat and you immediately regret it.
Ransom pulled you by your hair, making you whine,”Oh, jealously is not a good color on you, baby. You think you act like a brat and daddy will stuff his cock in you, no, but I’m gonna have remind everybody here who you belong to.”
He sat down on the couch, not caring that his guests seemed to be watching. He bent you over his knee, pulling your dress up to showcase the little red thong that exposed your full ass. His hand came down hard, multiple times until he was sure his handprint was etched on your skin.
“You wanted attention, you’ve got it, now everyone knows who you belong to, who I belong to,”Ransom growled, hands rubbing over your ass.”No girl could ever compare to you, you’re one of a kind, dewdrop, and don’t you ever forget it.”
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Pussy spanking with mean! Ransom?
hurts so good — ransom
warning || smut, pussy spanking, minors DNI, daddy kink, degradation, very short, sorry
Ransom had a tight frown on his lips, furrowed brows in fury when he threw you on the bed roughly. You were vibrating with excitement, but you tried to contain your own smirk.
“You fucking brat, you think you can flirt with my friends and get away with it?”Ransom seethed, forcing your legs open and ripped your leggings off of your body.”No panties? What a little whore, you that desperate for attention?”
“‘m sorry, Daddy...”You whined, his hands gripping your jaw tightly in response.
“No, you aren’t,”Ransom snapped, eyes blown with lust.”You’ve been acting out all day, dewdrop. So needy and clingy, you need daddy, you ask for him. It’s easy, or are you that dumb?”
“Please...”You whimpered, pushing your hips up towards him. His hand smacked against your wet pussy harshly, the pressure of making your clit throb. You gasped out, pain and pleasure mixing together in the perfect way.
“Do I need to remind this pussy who she belongs to?”Ransom growled, smirking at how you reacted.
“You’re mean,”You whispered with a pout, back arching off the bed when he slapped at your cloth again.
He chuckled darkly at your words,”You like when I’m mean, don’t be shy, you like the pain, you like when I’m rough, that’s why you act out, you want me to fuck you so hard that it hurts.”
His hand collided with your glistening heat three more times and you don’t understand what’s happening under shockwaves flow over you. Ransom groaned, watching you tremble under his harsh touch. You cried out his name, body arching while you overcame your high.
“My dumb little whore, did you just cum without permission?”
Your eyes widened, breath hitching when you looked at him.”I’m sorry, daddy, I didn’t mean to, I swear.”
Ransom shook his head,”Such a bad girl, hope you enjoyed it because you aren’t cumming for the rest of the night,”He smirked,”No, I’m gonna tie you up and fuck you anyway I like and you’re gonna take it like the naughty girl you are.”
Oh, it was going to be a long night.
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Ransom x dewdrop cockwarming in front of the family then ransom gets inpatient and fucks her right there
on display — ransom
warnings || smut, minors DNI, cockwarming, public sex, daddy kink, riding, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink (but like out of spite towards the family)
You hadn’t mean to tease him, but Ransom was in a very particularly mood that only burying himself in your tight cunt could fix.
Another dinner party had come around since the last one, and Ransom had been told to behave. Apparently fucking your girlfriend on the hood of your car isn’t proper behavior. He didn’t give a fuck, all he think about in this little skirt you’re wearing today and how he knows you didn’t wear panties.
“Come here,”Ransom was seated on one of the expensive couch with a crystal glass of bourbon in hand. He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into his lap. The family glanced at him with narrowed eyes, and he just smirked.”Gonna be good for me?”
You can already felt the heat spreading through your body, hands resting on his chest gently while you bit down on your bottom lips nervously.”Always...”
“That’s what I like to hear, dewdrop,”Ransom rasped, and you can feel how hard he is through the fabric of his slacks.”You’re gonna sit on my cock, warm me while I deal with my stupid fucking family, come on, take my cock out.”
You gasped at his words, hands moving faster than your mind to unbuckle his belt and freed his thick cock. Your mouth watered at the sight, the heavy cock throbbing in your hands. You moved quickly, pulling your flowy skirt up just just enough for Ransom to witness your pretty pussy sinking down and stretching over his large cock.
His head fell back, moaning quietly when your tight walls squeezed his cock happily. He smoothed your skirt to cover your ass and his cock. Ransom didn’t care if anyone knew, but he was bidding his time
“Sit still,”Ransom smacked your thigh, smirking when his father came over to have a conversation. You just rested your head against Ransom’s shoulder, listening to them talk about the company. You felt so full, his cock nudged against the sweet spot. It was hard to keep quiet, his family surrounded the room and you almost felt ashamed.
“My girl and I are actually going on vacation soon,”Ransom told his father, bouncing his leg slightly to see you tremble.”She’s very excited, never been out of the country, I’m taking her to France.”
“Oh?”Joni couldn’t help but overhear.”France is...oh, you’ll love it, Y/N.” You can tell there is some jealous running through her. She’s the woman that keeps trying to get more money, you remember. Ransom fucking hates her.
“Uh, yeah, I told him not to spend any money on me, but ah!”You whimpered, Ransom thrusting up into you.
“What did I say about complaining when I spoil you?”Ransom growled, his hands on your hips.
“Not to do it,”You whined, his cock pressing against your g-spot and making you shake in his grip.
“Are you fucking her right now?”Richard asked incredulously.
“Are you actually surprised?”Ransom shot back, rolling his eyes.”She’s too sweet to keep my hands off, besides, how else am I gonna knock her up?”
“Hugh!”Richard scolded,”This girl better be on birth control—“
“Oh, fuck,”You whined, Ransom’s hands on your hips and forcing you up then back down. You don’t know how you always need your getting fucked in front of this family, but you honestly didn’t care anymore. They were all pricks and you liked Ransom’s cock stuffed inside you.
“That’s it, baby, why don’t you fuck yourself on my cock? Be a good girl, make daddy cum inside that tight little pussy,”Ransom grunted, his hands leaving your body to stretch over the back of the couch. His father and Joni looked at you both in disgust before scurrying away.
You rocked your hips against him, feeling flustered under his watchful gaze. He just admired how your body moved against him. Ransom smirked, glancing over the room to find his family trying not to watch you. They were failing, and he couldn’t blame them. You were addicting.
“Daddy...”You whimpered out, coming to bring your hand to your mouth to keep quiet. Ransom quickly grabbed your wrists, tutting at you.
“No, dewdrop, I want you to sing for me, I want hear every fucking moan that falls from those lips,”Ranson groaned when you sank down on his cock again.”Be a good girl or I’ll bend you over my knee, spank you for everyone to see.”
“Yes, daddy,”Your breath hitched, lifting your hips up much quicker now. You rode him hard and as fast as you could, moaning out loudly which made Ransom smirk proudly.
“Atta, girl, my good little slut,”Ransom taunted with dark eyes,”Such a cockslut for me, always stuffed with my cock, you want my cum, dewdrop? Work for it.”
You nodded desperately, hands clinging to his shoulders to brace yourself while your trembling thighs continued to lift you up and down. You rocked your hips smoothly, chasing after that orgasm with vigor.
It wasn’t until Ransom took mercy on you that you finally felt free. He grabbed your hips, thrusting up hard and fast into your pulsing cunt until he felt you squeeze around him tightly. Your body trembled with pleasure, throwing your head back with the loud moan of his name.
Ransom spilled inside your little pussy, hot seed filling the sweet cunt and mixing with your juices. His lips found yours, sucking and biting at your lips before exploring your mouth with his tongue. You whine into him, gasping out against his touch.
“Thank you, daddy...”You whispered, pressing up against him. You went to pull off of him, but his large hands hold you against him.
“Absolutely not, you’re gonna stay here, sitting pretty on my cock until I’m ready to leave, got it, dewdrop?”
“Whatever you say.”
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Ransom Drysdale fics:
Ransom Drysdale and Male reader.
Forbidden Love series:
Bucky Barnes fics:
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*huffs as you get the cards* Loan or not, it was a decent thing to do. I'm just saying. *keeps playing the game* I feel like you might have more cards than me. -☕
*Glances over at your hand.* I do. *lays a Jack and smacks it.* And now I have more. And don’t cal me decent; I am far from that.
Hello Ransom? What are you doing this evening? May I offer a meme? Or maybe a nice image instead? Or would you prefer to speak of something more interesting?
I don’t even know… which question should I answer first?
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The girl killed her sister because she wanted to see if the guy would show up!
Can I have a HC for teaching Ransom to bake??
This is bringing me back to grumpy boy nonnie 🥺🥺🥺
- Ransom honestly hates the idea of cooking at all. Not that he sees it as a useless skill, he just doesn’t understand why it should be a skill he has, ya know. Since he can pay people to do most unnecessary things.
- When he meets you though.. things of course are different. You’re his sweet little angel that he would never admit to absolutely melting for, but it’s so painfully obvious.
- You’re a soft gal and when you bring up the baking thing… Ransom has to bite back a cringe, but after a bit of prodding he’s puddy in your hands 🥺
- You start off simple, chocolate chip cookies on your first baking date, before moving on to more advanced pastries (he gently puts it in your mind that he’d like some homemade chocolate croissants).
- Grumpy boy will bake with you, but in no way does he let you clean up. Whenever you’re at his place, that’s up to the housekeeper, and when you’re at yours Ransom wakes up early to do the cleaning himself (though he’ll always say it was a magical fairy).
- After a few months of your weekly baking sessions you’re surprised when you go over to Ransom’s one weekend and smell that the entire house already smells like a small army of cookies.
- They’re ugly, that’s for sure, but your lovely and very grumpy boyfriend had managed to make some very delicious cookies and a few funky looking croissants.
- From that moment on, you decided your grumpy boy as a keeper 💕🥰
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Sometimes an asshole is just an asshole, no hidden daddy or mommy issues. Just a normal fucking asshole.
Stop trying to change everyone to fit your agenda.
‘Tis The Damn Season
Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x Actress!Reader (high school sweethearts)
Warnings: cursing, angst, flashbacks, slight mention of death, drinking, cuddling (if that’s considered a warning?).
Word Count: 400+
Based on: ‘Tis the Damn Season by Taylor Swift
If I wanted to know who you were hanging with, while I was gone, I would’ve asked you.
“I can’t believe they make us do this every year.” Beth’s voice was a near whisper over the background music.
Every holiday season, your high school friend group liked to set up a holiday “get together.” It ideally consisted of a group of about thirty of you, a small number in the large class you graduated with. Over the years, the group diminished. Some moved away, some got married, had kids, some even died. You tried to come back, hell, you all promised the day of graduation that you’d try. But, about five years ago, you moved out to Los Angeles on a hunch that it would kickstart your acting career.
And that it did.
You remember the look on Ransom’s face when you told him you were moving.
“So.. Berkeley will let me transfer all of my credits so I can graduate on time,” you mumbled, limbs tangled with Ransom’s as you laid on the floor of the Thrombey estate, in front of a crackling fire that he’d, surprisingly, started all by himself.
The amber glow of the flames illuminating the hurt in his eyes, the blue hue radiating one of sadness, rather than the joy it normally did when he was around you. One sip from the glass of stolen bourbon, an exhale, and he was finally ready to speak.
“That’ll be good for you, peach.” His voice was sad. Was he, Hugh Ransom Drysdale, sad? For you? “I have no doubt you’ll, uh.. you’ll do great.”
“I’ll help you pack.”
But, he didn’t. He didn’t even come to say goodbye the night before you left. He dodged your texts, your phone calls. He even ignored you banging on his front door at three in the morning, begging to talk before you left.
Why was he so upset? You weren’t together. He made that abundantly clear. The two of you had been fuck buddies since you were about fifteen. He never wanted to make it any more than that.
So when you first made eye contact with the sweater clad playboy on December 24th, you felt your heart drop. It had been five years. Five fucking years since he’d seen you. And god, you looked perfect. Your hair styled to perfection, skin glowing with a radiance only the California sun could provide. He’d seen you in movies, of course. He’d seen you dating some of the most eligible men in Hollywood. And he hated every moment of it.
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Hope y’all enjoyed this lil preview of an upcoming one shot!
I already have Family Values starting and part one will be up either tonight or tomorrow soooo, be on the lookout for that!
As always thanks for reading and ily x
- Jo 🪐
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She killed her sister. She was hoping that if someone else in her family died, the man she met at her mother’s funeral would show up again.
help me find this story
time ago I read a story more like a serie in which Ransom Drysdale has to have a little girl with him for one week because she is his daughter and when she was with her mother she was abused pretty badly. the childhood protection service want him to adopt her but need to see how he can take care of her.
maybe @a-little-counter-esperanto @musette22 @evanstan-hoe @littleduck46 you can help me
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illicit affair; steve rogers
pairings: best friends dad! steve rogers x reader (steve is also reader's teacher)
warnings: smut, and kinda fluff (idk you count it) and also, awkardness and tension between the two
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It was raining, it was very unusual, to rain on such a sunny day, but we gotta expect the unexpected. After your lectures you went to a library to get some book for your upcoming test, and it started to rain pretty bad.
So you started walking because your best friend, Melissa, wasn't gonna pick you up. The only place close to this library was Melissa's place, and you decided to go there for a while.
There wasn't any problem except one, Steve Rogers, Melissa's Dad, and also, a professor in your college. It was strange how young he lookef when he was a father of a girl who was your age.
So like usual, you walked to Melissa's place, and knocked. Again, expect the unexpected. You expected Melissa to great you on the door, but it wasn't, It was Steve Rogers, the handsome, and ridiculously hot man, you had dreams about.
"Y/n? Hey!" He greeted, and you just stopped looking at him.
"Uh—M-Mr. Rogers? Is Melissa here?" You asked, still standing outside, and you were soaking wet, from the rain. He looks at you, from up to down.
"Melissa isn't home." He says, and you nodded.
"Alright, i-i'll leave, see you on Monday, Mr. Rogers—"
"Its still Raining Y/n, i think you should stay here, Melissa would be here soon, don't worry."
"I don't really wanna disturb you, Mr—"
"I can really use your company, Y/n, stay." He says, his voice calm, and demanding, which made you take a deep breath.
"S-sure." You replied as he let you in. You had a huge crush on this man, he was your Teacher, alongside was your best friend's dad. But love is love.
Steve, on the other hand, too had a crush on you, and he always used to backout thinking of his daughter and also, thinking that you were his student, and you probably don't feel the same.
a shiver ran down your body, you were cold, and wet from the rain. This grabbed, Steve's attention, and he looks at you, your arms closely wrapped around your body.
"I'll get you some fresh clothes, and a towel okay? You can go and take a shower, in Mel's room." He offered to you and you nodded, walking upstairs to Melissa's room.
You walked to the bathroom, and stripped down to shower. Warm showers were your favorite during these times. Meanwhile, Steve keeps a pair of fresh clothes, (his clothes) and a towel, while you fresh up, and decided to give you the towel.
He knocks on the bathroom door.
"Is it Mel?" You asked, your voice soft, and he melted when you spoke like that.
"No, Y/n, it's me, Steve, i wanted to give you t-towel...here you go." He says, a weird feeling between the two.
"Mr. Rogers, thank you, uh.." you tried to talk, but couldn't form words. He too was in the same form when he was around you.
"I'll see you, downstairs." He says, before leaving, and closing the bedroom behind him, sighing, pushing his hair upwards, thinking of what's wrong with him, and you do the same.
After getting dressed you walked downstairs, to where he was sitting, with a cup of coffee, near the heater, at how cold it was getting, and so were you, so cold. His attention turns towards you, as you walked in his clothes, his shirt, and his sweats.
"I hope you won't mind wearing these, you know, I don't touch Melissa's closet —" he waits to gather words, but couldn't.
"I-i understand, Mr. Rogers, and thank you for these clothes , they're very comfortable." You thanked him, and he smiles, unable to take his eyes off you.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" He asked, and you looked at him.
"Uh..ye—yess if it doesn't bothers you." You replied and he shook his head.
"Ofcourse y/n, why would it bother me?" He says and asks at the same time while he walks in the kitchen, getting a cup of coffee ready, for you.
He gives it to you, and sits infront of you, while you're shivering, and he turns the heater to your side.
"So, what were you doing outside?" He asked, and you smiled at him before answering.
"I-i was just getting books from the library for the upcoming test, you know." You answered, and he nodded, and smiled.
"Studying i see, I really am proud of your results Y/n, you did great, the past semester." He appreciated you, and you smiled at him.
"Thank you, Mr. Rogers!" Just then, Melissa calls him, and he sighs, and picked it up, you take a deep breath, as he answered.
"Melissa, where are you?" He asks, trying to calm his anger and stress towards the fact that his daughter hasn't returned home.
"Dad, I am with jacob! I already told you, now look at how bad it's raining, I won't step or drive." She explains, and he sighs, keeping his free hand on his torso. Your eyes not stuck at him, as he talked.
"Are you planning on staying the night there? Gosh! Y/n's here waiting for you too." He says, and looks at you, and you quickly look away from him.
"Y/n's there? Then you two can give company to each other. Dad, i have to stay the night here, you have to look at the way it's raining today."
"Fine, take care, be back early tomorrow." He says and hangs up, seeing you.
"Mel's not gonna be home tonight, it's raining very bad." He said and you nodded.
"Well, i guess i should leave Mr. Rogers, I-"
"Steve, Call me Steve, no one's around here.." steve said and you nod
"Mr. R—Steve...i think I should leave, see you—"
"Stay here for a while Y/n, its still raining heavily." He insisted, and you couldn't say no to that face ofcourse. He looked like he needed company and even if you get home, you wouldn't do anything, so you wouldn't mind spending time with him.
"Alright, Steve." You said, and he smiles. You sit back, shivering like hell. You were a very cold person, I don't know how should I describe it. But back in the days, you always were found in sweaters or blankets wrapped around you.
"Still cold?" He asked, and you shook your head.
"I am done with my work, would you mind watching a movie? I also have food and i hope you like it." He offers and ofcourse you say yes.
"Ofcourse, Mr.Rogers — i mean Steve." You said and he nods going to the kitchen, getting some snacks, while you get comfortable on the couch.
He comes back, playing some random movie, which you're trying hard to pay attention to, but its getting so hard, because Steve was hella attractive and seeing him with a formal wear, made you go crazy.
He comes closer to you, as you were cold, wrapping you in a blanket, and holds you close to him.
"Mr. Rogers..what are you doing?" You asked pulling away from him.
"Y-you were cold Y/n, i was just trying to help nothing else.." he says and you look away.
"Sorry...i—thank you.." you whispered and he nodded, as he still kept you close to him, it was very difficult to keep the eyes on the tv and watch it or pay attention to it now.
The female lead in the movie kisses the male lead, and it was just getting intense, and your heart was racing, and so was Steve's. This has been the closest he has been to you...and he was losing himself.
You didn't know how, but something came over you, and you looked at him, and he turned to look at you, this was very different.
"Everything ok—" you cut him off by pressing your lips on his. He was shocked but, kissed you back. He now pulled you closer to him, arms freely on your waist, as he pulls you closer. You pull away, resting your head on his, and both of you pant.
"I've wanted that for so long." He says, and you look at him.
"Me too." You replied, kissing him again, now it was so unholy, that he got an idea of. Pulling him closer, tangling your legs on his torso, kissing which was full of teeths and tongues.
He pulls away, looking at you , breathing heavily, and asks you.
"Do you want this, Y/n? Because if you do, fuck i will give it to you, and if not I won't lay a finger on you, ever!" He says and you smile at him.
"Ofcourse i want it." You said, before he kisses you again, you now laying on the couch, he's on top of you. Your hands on the hem of his shirt, as you rip it off him, and smirked at your eagerness.
His hands pull your shirt off, and you both try to get rid of the clothes you were on throwing it on the floor, somewhere, none of you cared about.
He kisses you, on your neck, his fingers roaming around your body, resulting moans falling from your lips, he left marks, just then he picks you up, takes you to his bedroom, not leaving your lips for a second.
The kisses keeps getting hotter, you both fell on the bed, you were on top, but he rolls, and he's on top now.
"I need you!." You whinned.
"I know!." He says, kissing your inner thighs
He goes down and leans to your clit, smirking as he felt your wetness.
"So wet for me, and i've barely touched you." He said and you moaned. His lips attach to your clit and he started licking it slow, and teasing you
"Oh fuck! Steve! Don't tease!!" You moaned and he smirked. He kept doing that until you were close enough for him.
"Baby.." you tried to say and he switched his mouth with his fingers. His eyes starring deeply into yours, and when you moaned, he growled lightly.
"Fuck i'm going to cum!" You said and he kissed you, as you came on his fingers, moaning loudly,arms around his shoulder.
He sucks his fingers clean, and seeing that made you go crazy. I mean he looked like a sex god.
"Baby, you taste so good." He said and you blushed. He smirked looking at you.
"Ready for me baby?" He asked and you nodded. He lines himself at your entrance and pushes into you, gasps and moans leave your mouth. He moans at how tight you were.
"Oh god." You moaned as he started thrusting in you, slowly. Sweating, and moaning was the only things you two do. Steve grunts, as he thrusts again.
"Just like that baby, just like that oh god yes." You moaned, he literally is a sex god, now you were sure
Steve's one hand on the headboard and the other near your body, for his balance. He thrusted harder into you, and your moans and his grunts were loud.
He continued doing that until you both were close, moaning eachother names like its the only thing you know.
"Oh god, i'm gonna cum." You said
"Cum on me, i know you want, give me one more, baby." He said and kissed you, before you screamed, cumming all over his cock, as he moaned at how you clenched around him. He felt how close he was, and then came in you, both of you heavily breathing.
He collapsed next to you, while you tried to catch your breath.
"That..was...amazing!" You said, and he smiles at you.
"I know, now get some rest, i'm not leaving you that early." You said and he kissed you.
Oh boy you were in for a longgg night, and no you weren't complaining. What you & Steve had, was illicit and wrong, but none of you cared because that's what both of you wanted it from so long. You were just worried about facing Melissa, and on the other hand Steve would have felt the same, but for now, none of you care about the future, other than living the present, with each other.
so bad omg😭😭
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