#ransom drysdale fan fic

[sparkledfirecracker]

Cookies & Cream

Summary: After running out of cookies, you bought Ransom some new ones.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x female reader

Words: 1296

Warnings: 18+ only, explicit content, explicit language, female receiving, fingering, penetrative sex, dirty talk. - if I forgot any, feel free to let me know.

A/N: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Got inspired by a tiktok video of a woman filling up the sweetes/candy drawer. Not my best work, but at least I enjoyed writing it. This is not beta read and only lightly proofread - all mistakes are my own.

Do not repost, translate or copy my work without my explicit permission. Reblogs, likes, comments or silent reading are all welcomed, but most of all enjoy!

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The shopping bag felt heavy in your hand while you walked through the front door. Getting rid of your drenched coat and shoes. Making your way through the modern mansion you were greeted by a comforting silence. Ransom hopefully had found the focus to work on his book.

You navigated your way through the darkness of the late autumnal afternoon hours. Finding a light source hitting the button. Placing the shopping bags on the counter. Your jeans uncomfortably sticking to your legs from getting damp from the pouring rain. Getting rid of the denim and kicking it aside on the heated kitchen tiles.

A confident thought rose that Ransom might not have noticed that you had ran out of cookies. The best source of inspiration, as he would say. You rolled your eyes thinking about it. You could think of one or two ways that had inspired him in the past, all involving your body.

Stuffing away all the shopping, you had decided to refill the draw of cookies and sweets. Filling up a container with your favourite sour pumpkins. Eating a few before you filled up the entire container, closing the lid and putting it back into place. Grabbing the next empty one and repeating the process.

The last four containers were reserved for Ransom’s precious cookies. Two for his beloved regular kind, the other two with the crème filled versions. One biscoff flavoured, the other vanilla. You smiled as you put them back in place.

You prepared the coffee piston, pushing down the coffee tamper on the freshly ground coffee. Placing the piston in place, you pressed the start button. Adding a piece of white biscoff flavoured chocolate, watching it melt as the coffee started pouring. As you waited you took a bite of the chocolate. It wasn’t as amazing as Ransom claimed it to be, but at least it reminded you of him.

When the cup was filled with the finest coffee, ruined by the chocolate inside, you grabbed a new pack of cookies and headed for the floating stairs. With each step the huffed groans of frustration became clearer. The aggressive tap of fingers hitting the keyboard almost made you giggle.

As soon as you peaked through the partially cracked open door, your heart ached. Ransom looked distraught and beyond frustrated. His hair all messed up, looking like he plucked it and ran his hand through the strands on numerous occasions.

“Are you going to keep staring?” He scoffed, aware of you standing outside his office.

“Can I interest you in a coffee and cookie break?” You asked, watching his eyes light up and lifting his head to meet your presence.

You walked towards him, placing the mug beside him. A silent question directed at him as your eyes glanced between him and the desk. He pushed off the edge, creating minimal space for you to slide in between.

The side of the mahogany wood pressing against your ass while you opened the pack of cookies. You took one out and Ransom moved forward, your knee raised pressing against his pants. His length was hard and throbbing against your knee.

Biscoff was his vice and he’d be willing to do anything for a bite of that cookie. You smiled at him, bringing the cookie to his lips. One bite and his hands were digging into your hips. His crotch grinding against your knee. A loud moan roared in his throat as he chewed on the bite you gave him. Enough for your core to respond to his actions.

“I need you.” He whispered, taking a second bite from the cookie you offered. His hips rocking against your knee with more purpose and intent.

He grabbed the opened package in your hand, sliding it further up his desk. Your lips eagerly pressed against his, swiftly making work of opening his pants. He grinned into your kiss as your cunt covered his fingers from your soaked core. Two of his lengthy digits worked past your panties, invaded your walls. Instantly coated as you hummed at the light stretch as Ransom scissored them inside of you.

“You make me so wet.” You sobbed.

Your head fell back as he gloriously stroked your sensitive walls. An electric spark sent through your veins as he curled them against the soft spot. He stood up, pushing your body down with his free hand.

His lips connected with your heated skin. Nipping at the delicate flesh made you arch your body, both your clothes covered stomachs flush against one another. His fingers retracted from your core, pushing past your lips, forcing you to taste yourself.

“Such a good girl.” He praised, as you cleaned off his fingers. Pulling back he fisted the material of your panties, tugging them down your legs in a hurry.

“Fuck me, Ransom.” You pleaded, wrapping your legs around his waist. You felt him line up at your entrance, teasing your slit as he rubbed himself against your core.

Your mouth opened again to speak, but all that came out was a hoarse gasp as he slammed inside you. Entirely filled to the brim as he gave you a second to get adjusted to him. His hand grabbing your chin forcing you to look at him.

Whimpering as he rocked his hips. Your cunt clenching around him, pulsating against the throbbing vessels of his cock. You bucked your hips against his meeting his rough thrusts needing to feel everything he was giving you.

“Fuck you feel so good.” Ransom whispered, pecking your lips. His hands grabbed your hips, fucking up into you.

His deathly grip surely would leave bruising later. A prized outcome of a good session as he would say. Making it up to you with a slow sex session in the shower. Massaging the flesh while he would fuck you against the fogged up glass. Letting the steam relax your muscles.

Your hands grabbed the edge of the desk, breathing against his lips, “fuck me harder.”

The width of his cock grazing all the right areas as you clenched around him.

“Fuck, that cunt of yours is dangerous.” Ransom groaned as he pounded you hard, pulling all the cries and whimpers from your body.

The coil in your stomach builded with each rut. Each snap pulling on the strings. Your raspy sounds mixing together, while the lewd noises found their own rhythm of bouncing off the walls. Screams falling from your lips as the strings snapped. A fire set ablaze through your body, finding its own course through your spasmed muscles.

Your rigid body trying to keep a pace underneath Ransom. Needing to feel him fill you up with every last drop he could give you. The frustrated creases on his face slowly faded and made place for that tender look you lived so much. One he barely showed, but one you came to treasure.

With each snap of his hip he released his cum, painting your walls with his white ropes of pleasure. His forehead dropped against yours while your eyes kept staring at the depth of your souls.

“Thank you for buying me more cookies.”

“I hoped you wouldn’t have noticed that we ran out.”

You both laughed as you kept laying on his desk for a few seconds. Stealing a few pecks as his warmth kept you filled and satisfied. Ransom reached beside you, the packaging of the cookies made a crinkle sound from his touch. His hand brought a cookie to his mouth.

“Truly the best after some sex.”

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Needed The Break

Summary- 1.9k Ransom x Kitten. Ransom has been hard at work on another manuscript and you are so proud of him. But all work and no play is not good for Ransom and you are sure to distract him occasionally for a small stress reliever.

Warnings- Cock gagging and cum painting. This is an 18+ Only Blog.

A/N- another failed kinktober fic. But hey, I had it and wanted to share something today. Apparently, all I can write for these two is them having a good time now that the drama is over. Thank you for reading, commenting and sharing.

Precarious Agreements Masterlist

You slipped the last strap in place and twirled in your closet mirror, inspecting yourself to make sure you were ready to surprise Ransom. The lace pressed into you like it was drawn on you, the cups of your bra pushing your breasts nice and full and your panties leaving nothing to the imagination as they shaped around you. A twirl had you smoothing your hands against your ass, arching to your toes to give a more shapely look. “Heels.” You said to yourself before going deeper into your closet and picking a nice stiletto heel with the straps tying along your calves adding to the look. When you were finally satisfied with your outfit, you went back to your vanity and perched on your plush velvet stool to sort through your makeup. A satisfied ‘Aha’ fell from you when you picked up the tube of classic red lipstick, making sure to add Ransom’s favorite with gentle sweeps along your bottom and upper lip, making them look voluptuous, sure to drive him crazy. 

Just like you planned. 

Ransom had locked himself in the office, working on his next novel in the time off Harlan insisted he took from Blood Like Wine, which made his uncle beyond furious having the extra responsibilities he was used to Ransom taking on. You were so proud of him, trying your best to leave him alone most of the time while he was in this creative state of mind. 

But once in a while, he needed to take a break, and this is what your lingerie was supposed to accomplish. 

You listened at the door, hearing the click of his keyboard and the occasional scratch of pen on paper as he jotted down notes. You almost pulled back to leave him alone, knowing how hard he was working on this. 

But Ransom needed a break, he had been at it for over a week. It couldn’t be good for him, you convinced yourself. Perhaps some of this get-up was for you too, after all, you missed being ruined by Ransom and it had been a few days since he has done just that.

 A soft knock had you swinging the door open and stepping into sight. At first, he didn’t say anything, seemingly not noticing all the effort you put into your outfit. “Did you need something Kitten? I promise I’m almost done.” He asked absently while still studying the screen of his laptop. 

“Ran” You let the door click back to a shut before you said his name in that soft sweet tone that made his eyes glance up, seeming to take you in and widen at you.

“Fuck Kitten, now I need something.” You watched perfect white teeth nip at his plush lower lip, eyes simmering heatedly as he took you in slowly, obviously looking you up and down slowly. His hands hovered over his keyboard, forgetting whatever piece he was working on. 

You grin wickedly as you took in his response, approaching his large mahogany desk that you have been bent over many times and leaning over it to snap his laptop to shut. “Do you Ransom, need something?” Your eyes fell suggestively down to the firm bulge in the front of his overpriced slacks. 

“I need you to get the fuck over here is what I need Kitten.” His feet pressed against the lush carpet under his desk and wheeled his chair back with a pat to his thighs. You took a chance, brushing everything aside on his desk, sure to be careful with his laptop while you lifted yourself to kitten crawl across it. 

His expression darkened with interest, your hand reaching out to grab at his sweater and wheel him back close to reach his mouth. 

A lap of your tongue against the seam of his mouth was just what you needed to feel him cup your face, moving to a stand while his lips pressed to yours with a hungry hiss when you pulled back for air. “Lay across the desk Kitten, on your back.” 

Just the stress reliever you were hoping for from him, so you didn't even tease him about being so demanding. Rolling onto your hip, you stretched out to lay flat, your head tilted over the edge of the desk. From this angle, Ransom just looked bigger. Looming over you as he ran his hands along your arms to grasp your wrists gently but with expectations for you to let him lead you. “You are my good girl tonight, right Kitten? Gonna let me use you? Record you?” 

Your fingers reached the front of his pants when he placed your hands at the zip. Your tongue darted to moisten your lips in anticipation. From this angle you could see the thick bulge of his cock, your fingers tracing him with a slight squeeze around him. “Record me Ransom, fuck my throat like your cock slut that I am.” You dragged the zipper down as he reached into his pocket to grab his cell phone. 

He was already throbbing as you eased him free, your hands grasping around his swollen cock as your tongue ached to taste those pearly droplets already leaking out from him. Red swollen tip trailed over your lips, smearing himself there while above you you heard the click of his phone snapping pictures. 

If this had been anyone else, you never would have allowed there to be pictures or a recording, but for Ransom, you grew depraved in the pictures, letting him smear his arousal over you before your lips caught him, sucking on him, his musky essence was salty on your tongue, making you greedy for him. 

Hairy thighs near your head grew taunt, your hands wrapping around them to feed him further into your mouth. “Shit-” He sputtered, fumbling with his phone till he had it recording, allowing him to have one free hand. Ransom cupped your face and let it slide down your throat, squeezing just enough to make you moan around him. Your head tilted just so he could feed his cock in further, screwing your eyes shut as you moaned at the way your jaw stretched around him, the taste coating your mouth and ready to swallow down when he came. “How are you this fucking perfect?” 

He mutters while his hand running down the center of your chest and rubbing at your tit. You felt him start to rock his hips, your lips sliding over his velvet hard length, tongue tracing along that nice thick vein that drove you crazy. You should feel depraved, the way you longed to suck on Ransom’s cock, how it made your pussy wet with just the taste of him on your tongue and how you were probably going to weep arousal all over the shiny polished wood on his desk.  

You couldn’t answer him with some cheeky response, but you moaned and hummed on him, tilting your head further as his cock hit the back of your mouth and gagged slightly, his hand squeezed at your nipples through the lace covering you. 

Your back arched at the sensation of him teasing you, a hand pushing under the bra and pulling you out, twisting your nipple and pulling them. It made heat race through you, sensitive to his touch. “Breathe Kitten.” He encouraged as his hips moved faster, his cock pressing into your throat and making you gag around him. “Fuck taking me so well. You always had to most perfect mouth for fucking kitten.” There were a few clicks from his phone, more pictures for Ransom. 

You gagged and sputtered enthusiastically while your face was being slammed by Ransom's balls till you reached to roll them in your palm. Hearing him grunt above you at the sensation of you rolling and tugging his balls carefully, making sure to move with him. 

He haunched over you while still fucking into your throat, grunts and groans dropping from him freely while your muffled gags got lost with his cock shoved in your mouth and his pelvis pressing into your face. 

“Most perfect fucking tits Kitten. Mark them as mine.” Yet with all that, he bit and kissed on your tits, one hanging free where he tugged it loose, molding it into his hand to bite and suck on you till you were wriggling your hips in place and leveraging your back to give him more. 

While beneath him, your lipstick smudged all over his cock, your mascara ran from the tears leaking and your face was getting drenched with your drool leaking from your lips with every jarring thrust he gave. 

You never felt more special than these moments when Ransom just used you, however he wanted to. “Swallowing me down, you want it right? God, I’m gonna just fuck it all into your belly, you lapping it up like a kitten with cream.” 

There was a clatter on the mahagoney, seeming that he was done recording as he pulled up, his hands now both free to wrap one around your chin and the other on your throat to feel it swell from his cock. His hips started to snap faster, unhinged. “My big fat cock is getting squeezed. Almost good as your weeping cunt . Nothing is quite good as that pussy though, is it?” You moaned again, your chest heaving with needing air as he shoved his cock down your throat, cutting you off. Your face buried in his balls now, your hands grabbing at his wrists to hold on. 

He had to be close, you felt like he was. Ransom’s cock jerked the little he was able to in you and you gave a moaning sound that made him tilt his head back, shaking as a flush of red raced up his chest and his twitching cock started spurting cum, making him yell out in satisfaction. 

Forcing you to swallow most of it till he backed up enough to spring him from your mouth, his hand covering his spit soaked cock and jerked it over your face, landing droplets over your face and across your chest till you were smeared in him. 

You expected him to go for his camera, but instead he fell into his chair right behind him and pulled back in close, cradling your head so it wouldnt cramp. His thumb swept over a cum covered cheek, smirking down at you. “You are filthy Kitten.” 

You moved to roll to your belly and lift yourself up. Ransom helped you off the desk while you went to straddle him, your clothed soaked cunt was pressed against his limp dick he had yet to tuck away. You swiped a finger across your chest and sucked on it with a purr. “Thought you were feeding me my cream Ransom.” You smirked and he grabbed at the back of your head, forcing your mouth to connect to his, his growl pressing through his chest as you bit on his bottom lip, sucking on it before he let you pull away.

“And you took it so fucking well Kitten.” 

You giggled, pushing your fingers through his hair and pressing your forehead to his to keep your eyes locked. “You dropped your phone so you didn’t get the finale Ransom.” You pouted a bit, wanting to watch the show later, in bed, after cleaning yourself in the shower. 

“Who says I don’t have the finale Kitten?” He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you back in closer to the desk to reach his laptop. Pulling it open, he slid the mouse around while you twisted slightly, watching what he was doing. 

Ransom pulled up a program that showed a clear image of you sitting right now in his lap, looking over your shoulder at the computer screen. “I forgot all about those cameras.” 

“I have all our videos whenever you want to see them.” He winked at you before snapping the lap top closed once more.

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[starryevermore]

I know you mentioned ending your sleepover early, so I hope I made it!

Angst/fluffy with a happy ending with Ransom Drysdale for the prompts:

"What happened to your hand?" "I hit my hand on something." "On what?" "Your ex's face."

“I didn't believe in soulmates until I met you."

If you can’t, totally cool! Have an awesome rest of your week!!

what he’s hiding ✧ ransom drysdale

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request: I know you mentioned ending your sleepover early, so I hope I made it! Angst/fluffy with a happy ending with Ransom Drysdale for the prompts: "What happened to your hand?" "I hit my hand on something." "On what?" "Your ex's face." + “I didn't believe in soulmates until I met you.” If you can’t, totally cool! Have an awesome rest of your week!! - blackwidownat2814

pairing: ransom drysdale x fem!reader

word count: 973

warnings?: angst with a happy ending, fluff, pet name (kitten), not proofread

Ransom was hiding something from you. You knew that much to be true. Between him dodging your calls, his short responses to your texts, and conveniently having an emergency meeting that meant he had to miss not one but two of your dates. And all in the last week?! Yeah. Yeah…Something was definitely up. You just didn’t know what it was. 

You wanted to trust him, you really did. But…you’d only been dating for a few months. And before you came along, Ransom had never really been in a long-term relationship. Flings and one-night stands were his bread and butter. Would it be so illogical of you to think that perhaps he would fall back into old habits? 

Part of you wanted to drive right up to his home, bang on his door until he opened it, and demand answers. After all, if he wasn’t going to come to you, then you could always go to him. But, the more rational part of your brain convinced you to call one more time, to leave a voicemail explaining your anxieties, and hope for the best. If he still wouldn’t respond…Well, perhaps it would be better to cut things off now than to only be more hurt down the line. 

“Hey, Ran, it’s me. Again,” you said when you were forwarded to voicemail. “I, uh, really miss you. I don’t…I don’t understand why you’re avoiding me. I wish you would just talk to me. Right now…I feel like you’re having second thoughts on our relationship. If that’s the case, tell me. Please. And…if it’s something else, tell me. I want this to work, but, with the way things have been, it almost feels like it’s already over. Okay. Call me, please. Bye.”

And now…All you could so was wait and hope that maybe he would respond.

Not wanting to sit around twiddling your thumbs until Ransom decided you were worthy of his presence, you got in the shower and started to wash the horrible day away. Not only were you having to deal with…whatever was going on with Ransom, but work had been absolutely horrendous. Between ridiculously long meetings, working overtime nearly every night this week, and being screamed at over the littlest of things (and, often things that weren’t even your fault), you were just ready to do something fun for once. Something for you. So, you treated yourself to your best body wash, took your time shaving to make sure you didn’t miss any patches of hair. Then, when you got out, you redid your makeup, choosing a slightly more glam look compared to your usual office makeup. After fixing your hair and makeup, you pulled on a beautiful red dress that you’d been dying to wear—the same dress you’d been planning on wearing to at least one of the dates Ransom had canceled. 

But just as you grabbed your phone, keys, and purse, there was a knock on the door. 

You opened it without looking out the peephole, your brows raising in surprise. “Wow,” you said. “Wasn’t expecting this.”

Ransom stared down at his shoes, his arms crossed over his chest. “I’m sorry.”

“For what? I’m gonna need more than that, Ran.”

He looked up at you, hesitating as he took in your appearance. “Were you going out?”

“Yeah. Figured I could treat myself after my boyfriend decided to ghost me.”

“Were you…were you going out with someone?” he asked, his jaw clenching as he finished his sentence. 

You couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Seriously? Seriously? That was what he was gonna ask? He wasn’t even going to give you a sincere apology before jumping to conclusions? “Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t. Does it matter?” 

Ransom uncrossed his arms, reaching out to you. “Kitten, I’m sorry, I really am—”

And that’s when you saw it. You grabbed his hand before he could touch you, running your thumb over the blue and purple splotches decorating his knuckles. “What happened to your hand?”

He paused. “I hit my hand on something.”

“On what?”

“Your ex’s face.” He sighed, before explaining, “I saw him, at some dinner party my parents made me go to. I didn’t know he was gonna be there, but he was. And he kept saying such…disgusting things about you. And you don’t deserve that. I don’t know, I kind of blacked out in rage and the next thing I knew, his face was all bloody and I was being thrown out. I didn’t know how to explain that to you so I just…I thought if I blew you off long enough, by the next time I saw you, my hand would be healed. I didn’t think about how you would feel though, and I’m sorry for causing you pain.”

You pulled him into your apartment, closing the door behind him. Wordlessly, you led him to the couch, sitting down with him. “Ran, you can tell me anything. I wouldn’t thought any less of you for this.”

“I know. It’s just…” He paused. “You know, I didn't believe in soulmates until I met you. And now that I have you, I know you’re my soulmate. And I’m terrified of doing anything to lose you.”

“You won’t lose me. Unless you pull this don’t-talk-to-me stunt again,” you said. “I was gonna go out for dinner, but how about we stay in, order some food, and have some makeup cuddles?”

Ransom’s face brightened, and he pulled you in for a hug, squeezing you tight. “I would love that. And I’m really sorry. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that.”

“Well, you can start by ordering some Insomnia Cookies while I order the pizza, okay?”

“Okay?”

And just like that, things were okay again.

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[dbnightingale24]

The Dog House Isn’t The Best, But It Can Still Be Our Home

Final installment to 'Pavlov's Dog'

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Part 3

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I told you guys I'd post it at some point 🥴 I'm honestly so sorry this took so long to post, but last year got really dark for me and everything just kind of took a backseat. Thank you so much for your patience, and thank you to all of you who checked up on me. It means more than I'll ever be able to express. Thank you @fuckingbye for being an amazing friend, and for also making this amazing moodboard. You are a saint and I love to the ends of the earth. Without further ado, here's the final chapter!

Word Count: 71,942 (yes, you read that correctly)

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY), Public Sex, Semi Public Sex, Drinking, Smoking, Swearing, Daddy Kink, Angst, Heartbreak, Mild Violence, FLUFF, Lying, Betrayal...I think that's it?

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter: Will You Take Me Back In The Morning If I Promise To Never Act This Way Again?

I do not give consent/permission for my works/stories to be posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of behavior, this is for entertainment purposes only.

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“You can’t keep going on like this, babe,” Daisy sighs sympathetically as she takes a seat next to the bathtub.

“It doesn’t matter,” you shrug as you take a drag of your cigarette, “none of it fucking matters.”

“Babe, it’s been two weeks. You do the same thing every day. You get up, eat the smallest bit of food, you sit out on your back deck and smoke until you decide to start drinking, then you draw yourself a bath and drink and smoke in it until you decide it’s too cold, or I come and get you. You can’t keep doing this.”

“I don’t even have a reason to be mad at him, do I?” you scoff incredulously before taking a drag from your cigarette, “it’s not like he lied. He didn’t even know, so I have no reason to be this upset, do I?”

“He was a complete and total asshole,” she states firmly, “and you have every reason to be upset with his actions. Yeah, it was a shit show, but he definitely could’ve handled it better.”

“The shit he said right in front of that child, even if it isn’t his, were so fucking cruel! No child deserves to be spoken to like that, and he of all people should know that!”

“Babe-”

“After everything we talked about on that trip...it’s like it didn’t even matter to him. He didn’t even care.”

“I’m sure he was just shocked-”

“That’s not an excuse, Dais.”

“I never said it was, but c’mon: it’s Ransom. You really think he was thinking clearly? Linda and Marta were there and I’m more than sure he was afraid of losing you, then Marta drops a fucking bomb on him, and it sounds like she did it on purpose, if I’m honest. Just to fuck him over.”

“Daisy, I just-”

“BABY, PLEASE ANSWER THE DOOR AND TALK TO ME!” Ransom calls desperately as he bangs on your front door.

Like clockwork.

“Why can’t he understand that I need time? I don’t owe him shit,” you start to sniffle as your tears fall, and you grab the bottle of tequila that lives by the bathtub now, and take a long drink from it.

“I’ll get rid of him, just please...please get up and do something,” Daisy begs desperately.

“Ya know, you’re wrong,” you say as she reaches the doorway, finally looking at her, “I put on makeup today,” you smile weakly.

She lets out a humorless laugh before disappearing and you hear her footsteps quickly making their way downstairs.

Since everything that took place on his doorstep, you haven’t spoken to or seen him. You don’t know what to say or how to handle the situation. He’s been calling and texting non-stop since it all happened, and every two days he comes by to visit, and Daisy tells him to leave you alone every time.

But you can’t keep avoiding him.

No, you don’t know what the right thing to do is, but you know that avoiding him is the wrong thing, and you can’t keep letting Daisy handle these issues for you. You have to at least speak to him, but say what? Do what? It’s not like you have any real right to be mad at him. It’s not like he cheated on Marta with you, he didn’t cheat on you with her, he clearly didn’t know he had a child so he didn’t keep it from you, and he did defend you to Linda. However, that doesn’t change the things he said to that child.

Possibly his child.

“He’s not my son and this isn’t fucking funny!”

“We can take a test if you want, but he is your son!”

“Well, I don’t want him! You wait...however many years to tell me about him, and you sure as shit don’t need any money, so why now?!”

“He deserves to know who his Father is, Ransom! He’s a Drysdale and-”

“Watch it,” Ransom warns with a foreboding tone.”

God, how could he be so cruel to a child, after all of the talks you two have had? He’s always cruel though, isn’t he? To you, to Marta, his own son (the resemblance is too strong for that boy to not to be his child), and fuck it, even Jack. He can’t ever seem to control his temper and, if he can’t do that, what chance do you two have together?

Still, he owns your heart and you don’t know how to get it back at this point. You don’t know and you don’t wanna know.

“Ransom, you have to stop coming around!” you hear Daisy yell, and you sigh before taking another drink from the bottle.

“You can’t stop me from me seeing her, Daisy! She’s my girlfriend!” 

“Bullshit! You two never made it official-”

“Daisy, stay out of it! Let me see her!”

“No! She’s not ready to see you and you can’t force-”

“I’m not forcing anything-”

“What do you think this is?! Showing up because she won’t answer your calls or texts, and demanding to see her?! Leave her alone!”

“You can’t stop me-”

“Let him in!” you call, lighting a cigarette as you use your tip toes to turn the water back on, and heat up your water just a bit.

Who the hell knows how this is gonna go?

You hear the both of them speedily stomping up the steps, but Daisy get there first and says, “are you sure? You don’t have to-”

“I can’t keep letting you fight my battles,” you smile weakly at her as you turn the water off.

“Babe-”

“I have to deal with this at some point. I can do this,” you all but mumble not believing yourself as you take a drag of your cigarette.

“I’ll be in the room over,” she sighs softly before turning, “fuck you Drysdale!”

“Fuck you!”

You hear her slap him and shake your head. Nothing can ever be simple, can it?

“Sweet Thing, please-” he starts as soon as he makes his way into your bathroom.

“Ransom...don’t,” you quickly interrupt. “This isn’t just some small disagreement.”

“I didn’t even know I had a child!”

“I could’ve dealt with that, Ransom! It would’ve taken some time, but I honestly could’ve dealt with that! It’s the way you spoke about him in front of him!”

“I don’t want him!”

“You didn’t have to say it in front of him! Jesus, it’s not his fault that you’re a selfish bastard! He didn’t ask to be born, and Marta-”

“She did this out of spite! Not because she wants me to be apart the child’s-”

“Be that as it may, he didn’t do anything! Basically telling her that she has no right calling him a Drysdale, when he is in fact a Drysdale! Ransom, I know you’re rough around the edges, but for fucks sake! All the talks we’ve had about our own fucked up childhoods and you do this?! You just...I don't fucking get it with you, Ransom!”

“What is there to get?! We fucking talked about this, Y/N! I’m not-”

“That’s no excuse for this! You took it too far and I...Ransom, I can’t-”

“Don’t you fucking say it,” he warns as his eyes start welling up with tears. “Don’t you fucking say that to me!”

“Ransom...I love you, but I can’t be the only good thing in your life. The only person you like,” you sob, sitting up and ashing your cigarette in the ash tray resting on the little table near by.

“WHY NOT?!”

“It’s too much fucking pressure! It’s too much pressure, and I can’t keep watching you be terrible to people because you had a rough childhood! You having a rough go of it doesn’t mean you get to walk all over people for the rest of your life!”

“Listen, give it a few days and you’ll see-”

“No, Ransom. This is done. I can’t do this with you anymore. You have to grow up at some point, and I refuse to mother you.”

“Y/N...you’ll see...you don’t mean it. You always say you’re done and you come back-”

“I can’t anymore. All of this just hurts too much. You keep finding new ways to hurt me, even when you don’t mean to, and I just...you’re cruel, Ransom. You’re cruel, you’re a bully, and you will hurt anyone by doing anything. I know there’s good in you, because you’ve let me see it time and time again, but you refuse to let others in, even in the slightest and I just...please don’t call me anymore,” you sob pathetically. “Don’t call, don’t text, don’t come by...we’re done.”

“You don’t mean this-”

“Don’t make it harder than it has to be, please. Just let me go,” you beg softly as you wipe your eyes.

“You’ll see. In a week or so, you’ll see and I’ll be waiting. I’ll wait and everything will be as it should, again,” he smiles weakly, wiping his own eyes.

“Ransom-”

“I’ll call you in a few weeks, okay, Sweet Thing,” he promises, making his way over to the bathtub. “I love you and I’ll talk to you.”

He cups your face and kisses you passionately and you’re so tempted to pull him into the tub with you, but you know you’ve got to stop. You left one toxic relationship just to jump into a different type of toxic relationship.

“Ransom,” you breathe once you two break apart, “please-”

“I’ll talk to you in a few weeks,” he promises with a sniffle before standing up and walking out.

“Ransom-”

“I’ll see you in a few weeks,” he repeats, his voice cracking as he continues on his way out.

Daisy is back inside and by your side instantly, climbing into the tub and holding you close as you cry uncontrollably, as you try to come to terms with the choice you’ve just made. Yeah, he’s right in saying that you always come back, but that’s not the case this time.

You need to stay away from him for good.

The fact that he has it in his head that all of this will be sorted out in a few weeks, lets you know that this is only the calm before the storm. As both you and Daisy lean back into the tub, and she holds you close while you cry into her shoulder, there’s only one question going through your head:

How the hell are you supposed to quit the love of your life?

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4 Years Later...

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆

summary - you and ransom had thought of playing a game, a game of jealousy. in the beginning, everything was fine, it was fun, but lately, it felt as though he no longer loved you, that he’d rather the women he flirted with. after the party, do you think their relationship can be resolved?

warning - angst, self-hate, talks of cheating.

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You remembered when you and Ransom made up this silly game. Oh, how stupid you were for agreeing to it. You didn’t think it would hurt as much as it did. At first, it was fun. Getting to see Ransom all worked up and jealous, but it changed… Drastically, it changed. You were the one to get worked up and jealous. Maybe it was because he seemed to enjoy other women’s attention more than yours now. Did you push it too far? Was it your fault that he’s falling out of love with you? It couldn’t be, right?

You and Ransom were hosting a party tonight. You weren’t as excited as you used to be. Parties with the love of your life used to be fun, but now with the neverending game... It felt like a punch in the face because no matter how pretty you made yourself, his eyes always seemed to be watching someone else.

You sighed as you stared at yourself in the mirror. The white dress with black outlines clung to your body. Your hair was neatly clipped back, with a few strands framing your face, and you stared into the eyes of the girl you once were. Your eyes were sad, drained, lifeless. The black eyeliner around them didn’t do much, nor did the deep red lipstick that covered your plump lips. The very lipstick that Ransom said was his favourite, but lately, it wasn’t.

Why were you doing this? Why couldn’t Ransom see that the game was now hurting you? Did he even want to see it? Was he happier getting a free pass to cheat because all it was to him was a game?

“Babe, the party is starting. Are you ready?” Your eyes connected with his through the mirror, noticing how he just leaned against the doorway. You remember when he used to sneak up behind you and wrap his arms around you, peppering your neck with kisses until you’d break into giggles, playfully pushing him away. Now, he just stands there… He looked annoyed, like he’d been waiting forever.

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. Glancing in the mirror one last time as you smooth out your dress, you slowly head toward the door. Feeling saddened when you find it empty, Ransom has already left, making his way to greet your guests. You had entered the room, already noticing that Ransom was flirting with some beautiful, busty redhead. Her hand squeezes his biceps as she giggles at whatever he says, your heart would squeeze at the sight of his hand resting on her hip, but you’ve become numb to it all.

You smile at your guests as you walk to your built-in bar. Hoping and praying that they couldn’t tell how fake it was, how you no longer felt happy. You made it to the bar, sitting on the stool and waving to the bartender. You give the man yet another very well-performed fake smile while ordering a drink. You don’t dare turn around when you take a sip, not wanting to watch your boyfriend with another woman. You wished you had the courage to end this game and tell him no more. You thought he’d notice the game was over when you no longer flirted with other men, but you guess Ransom was too into his head to see anything else.

“Y/n? Is that you?’ You turn your head slightly, and the seat beside you is filled as a man from your past sits down. He smiles at you, eyes sparkling with the happiness you wish you had. You wouldn’t deny the jealousy you felt by how genuine his joy looked. “Wow! It’s been so long! You look absolutely gorgeous! How have you been?”

You smile softly at his compliment, taking a sip of your drink before you respond. “Hi, Steve. I’ve been good… How about you? Last I heard, you opened your own art studio?” He nods, ordering himself a drink as he continues to smile at you.

“Yeah! It’s honestly the best decision I’ve made. Are you sure you’re okay? I thought you and Ransom were doing well?” You could’ve broken down right then and there at his concerned gaze. You wondered why he would ask such a question, so you turned. Oh, what a dumb decision. Why did you have to turn? Because there stood your boyfriend, with the redhead pushed against the wall as he continued to flirt, his hands dangerously close to her ass and her hands tangled in his hair.

“Oh… Uh, yeah. It’s just an uh… It’s a game that we have going on between us….” You quickly chug the rest of your drink, feeling tears brimming your eyes and the lump in your throat grow more significant. You refuse to look into Steve’s eyes, knowing they’d be filled with pity and confusion. “I–I’m going to… I need some air… If you’ll excuse me….” You quickly stand and rush outside, rushing around to the wall where you can’t be seen. Heartbreaking sobs escape you, your hands flying up so no one can hear you. You let it go, all the pain and heartbreak.

You didn’t hear or notice Steve following you, and you didn’t know you weren’t alone until you felt arms wrap around you, hands stroking your hair as they pressed you into their chest. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here. Everything will be okay.” Steve held you as you cried, rocking you slightly. His head turns, and his eyes connect with worried blue ones. Ransom had watched you leave the room, and he was confused about why you were crying in another man’s arms.

You slowly pull back, clearing your throat and blinking away the tears. You look at Steve’s shirt and frown. “Oh, god. I ruined your shirt… I’m so sorry.”

“Shh, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” He continues to stroke your hair, looking deep into your eyes as he says this. You hear a huff and look over, your eyes finding your boyfriend’s. You notice the frown set on his face before he rolls his eyes and storms inside, probably to continue to flirt with the redhead. You could feel the numbness begin to set in, wondering how long you’ll be able to continue in a relationship where there’s no longer any love. “Hey.” Steve lifts your head, “go talk to him. Maybe this is a big misunderstanding? He followed you out here after noticing you left, shouldn’t that account for something?”

“Maybe…” You blink, your hands coming up to fix your makeup, but what does it matter? It’s not like anyone cared. “Thank you, Steve… Maybe we could go for lunch sometime?” Steve smiles, nodding before he reaches up and begins to help with your make-up, wiping away the mascara.

A few more hours passed before the party finally came to an end. You and Ransom had headed outside to say goodbye to the guests. His arm wrapped securely around your waist. You had noticed his focus had been more on you after what had happened outside. As the last of the guests were leaving, you saw the redhead that Ransom had been flirting with walking toward you both, her hips swaying, adjusting her bra so that her breasts were pushed up.

“Ransom.” She purrs, touching his arm when she stops before him, batting her eyelashes at him. “It was so good seeing you. You’ll call me, right?” You felt sick as his arm slowly slid from your waist, landing on hers as he smiled down at her.

The walls were built too high, and you could feel the alarms going off in your head. Warning you that your emotions were going into lockdown, begging you to feel. You stood there, again watching your boyfriend flirt with some easy bimbo right in front of you and when he looked at you. You could’ve sworn he looked broken. You weren’t sure why, though? He seemed to have what he wanted, but you didn’t know that Ransom wanted you to look at him with love in your eyes again. He wanted you to have the light and happiness in them when you used to look at him. But all he got was sadness. They were no longer full of life, just lifeless.

He wouldn’t admit it, but seeing you with Steve felt like a stab to his heart. Ransom could tell the smile you gave Steve was genuine, one that you’d only faked with him recently. Before he could say anything, you left, turning your back on him and walking back into the house.

“Can you just fuck off already? Jesus, why the fuck would I want some bimbo when I have the most amazing woman in there?” He growled, glaring at the whore in front of him.

“Really? You started flirting with me! You fucking asshole!” He felt the sting on his cheek, but Ransom didn’t care. He needed to win your love back. Ransom thought you were enjoying the game. He was an idiot for agreeing to it. Why did he do it? Why agree when he didn’t even find any other woman attractive? Ransom only wanted you. He wanted the whole package. Marriage, kids, grandkids. But he only saw that with you, not these worthless whores.

He stormed into the house and on the way to his room. He quickly realised his many mistakes, the flirting and the distance. Ransom had realised he didn’t compliment you on the stunning dress you picked out, god, he loved the dress. He loved that you wore his favourite shade of lipstick on your lips, the lips he loves kissing, the lips he’s missed.

As Ransom reached his room, he felt his whole world shatter around him. There you stood in front of the mirror, studying and judging yourself. He watches you cup your breasts, pushing them together and up, how you turn to stare at your ass. Ransom slowly stepped into the room, and your eyes snapped up and connected with his saddened ones. He could see that you tried to wipe the lipstick off. A beautiful shade of red was smeared across your cheek. Your hair was down and messy from the clip being torn out and thrown across the room.

“Princess–”

“Don’t.” You glare before turning and heading to the bathroom to wash off your makeup. Ransom follows. His heart was heavy as he thought of ways to make it up to you.

“The game was a stupid idea… I shouldn’t have agreed or continued to flirt with those women.” He leans against the bathroom door, continuing to talk even though you don’t look at him. “I don’t want anyone else, not since I met you. Hell, I’ve even had thoughts of starting a family and marrying you, only you. Anytime I try and think of doing that with anyone else, you are the only one I can think of.” He blinks back the tears that threaten to spill, “I’m the biggest idiot alive. I had the most beautiful woman on my arm and left it too late to see it.”

You stopped halfway through, taking your make-up off, staring at him through the mirror as he continued to ramble on. “If you mean that, why were you so close to her against the wall? Why did it seem like more than flirting?”

Ransom groans, rubbing his face. “Because I’m stupid! Because when I saw you and Steve talking, I realised how close I was to losing you forever!” He moves closer, spinning you and grabbing your hands. Ransom stares you in the eyes. “I always knew that you deserved someone like Steve, hell. You deserve so much more than this life, and when I saw you giving him a smile I haven’t seen since we started this stupid game. I lost it, and I became a dumb man.”

Your lip wobbles, eyes brimming with tears as you stare up at him. “And then, when I saw you rush outside, he followed you. I felt like I had failed, especially when I followed and saw you in his arms. My god, Princess, I love you! I love you! I love you! My heart is literally in pieces, I’ve been an ass, and I’ll do anything to get you to forgive me!” He drops to his knees, pressing his face into your stomach as he breaks down. “I’m so sorry. I’ll understand if you pack up and leave me forever.”

The tears fall from your eyes, and your eyes slowly close as your hands find their way to Ransom’s hair, trying to calm yourself by running your fingers through it. “How do I know I can trust that, Ransom? How can I trust your word of loving me when you seemed so happy? The game didn’t mean for you to distance yourself from me… You chose to avoid me. How can I trust that you won’t break my heart?”

He buries his face deeper, hugging you closer. “I’d rather stab myself in the heart than break yours.” Ransom stands, looking down at you with puffy red eyes. “You don’t have to forgive or trust me tonight, tomorrow, a week or a month. But I will stick by your side as long as you will have me, and hopefully… Hopefully, one day you’ll take my last name.” You look up at him, breathing heavily as your mind and heart struggle with your decision. He strokes your cheek before leaning down to lean his forehead against yours, a whisper falling from his lips. “I love you, Princess. I’m always going to love you.”

“...I love you too, Ransom… Always.”

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Baby gazing part 2 The weekend

Just fluff mentions of pregnancy, babies brief mention of changing diapers and some good-old nature fooling 18+ just incase . Chris wvans as a father if that's a warning Comments Welcome and reblogs welcome to not repost translate or publish anywhere

Part 1 here

With our little one on my hip I poke Chris awake with one foot.

He groans

But the minute she giggles his head pops up

"Is that a giggle my little Oh come to daddy:

He holds his hands open then its like he sees her on my hip and freaks instantly so:

"You shouldn't he hold her like that give her to me, come on."

"Chris I-"

"Give her to me and you sit relax."

"Chris I have to chang-"

"I'll change her you sit there relax I'll bring her back to be fed then ill make us breakfast. just relax"

"No buts I got her baby." He kisses me on the forehead

"Ok."

"You ready to get changed all cleaned up baby? yea we gunna dress you cutie hu? ill put you in a cap. shirt." He bounced her as he walked out of the room.

Why argue when he wants to do everything? I could get used to this again. He hasn't been like this since the first few weeks after bringing her home but to be fair we are both sleep deprived and now were gunna be more so because- shit I had to make sure things were ready for Miles. But they won't be here till 2. Though ah no worries its easy just an extra.

Baby we'll tag team.

Chris comes back in with her and while I. Ferdinand her he comes back with a huge breakfast.

Did the fridge break or something.

"No I just wanted to make sure we had enough food here. It's not just you, you have to worry about."

He wrapped his arms around me and then petted her on the head she looked up at him and then smiled as much as she could. Which is unusual as she doesn't like to be disturbed when she is eatting.

So much fruit and sweets my brian is wanting the sweets but the baby- God she'll be too hyper with sugar from the fruit. Maybe some will be ok.

When she was done Chris took her back

Chris wa-

Let me hold her

Chris

Babe no I'm holding my baby

"She's my baby too" I pouted

"You always hold her let me"

"I want to"

"No, please babe," he gave me this sad woe is me look.

"Fine fine but if she has to be changed."

"I'll be all over it."

"Oh you will?" I thought." I've been eating broccoli the past two days and boy is Chris in for a surprise.

She kept reaching for me but Chris said no she tried to crawl but nope daddy dragged her back to his side. He had 2 girls who aren't happy right now. Both of us pouting and fo once I wasn't going to try and make her laugh she has good reason to pout- daddy has to learn.

He insited on putting her down for her nap and me taking a nap- who was I to argue with that. Ill take any nap. Then the glass alarm woke me up leaving me to wonder what he did to our guard-baby now....Then he came running in with her

"Ok it's ok see look mommy is right there" he came standing right next to the bed but wouldn't give me her. I'm wondering where the tissue box is so I can knock him over the with it then she had screamed so loud and high

"Here here here's mommy" he has never handed me the baby so fast in her life. The second I brought her to me she quieted down.

"I hope your happy your made your baby girl cry."

"I wasn't trying to I just-"

"It doesn't matter"

"But I"

"right now she wants her mommy all day she's been wanting her mommy"

"Honey but... look Let's just lets all lay down ok."

"Ok"

Then He slid his hand to support her belly and her and was able to move her enough to that a lot of her weight was on him and not me. I still didn't get it but hey he wants her butt in his face let it

He he was rubbing her butt, which is also his way of checking her diaper, then she shot him a dirty look and shuffled towards me more ans layed her head down on my chest. Her favorite pillow. I couldn't help but laugh.

Not like that I smacked his shoulder

But the rest of this day he was going crazy not letting me get up. I had to sneak to make sure we had stuff for Miles.

"What are you doing"

I jumped hearing Chris voice behind me hold our baby who had reached for me but Chris put her arms down.

"Chris what are you doing? Give me my baby!"

"No you're supposed to be resting-"

"Christopher Robert Evans I swear-"

The door bell rings. Great it's gotta be Jamie and Kyle and Miles.

"This is not finished" I point. pushing past him and walking to the door.

"No honey whose here? you shouldn't be around people its flu season." He comes after me.

"Hey guys"

Miles reached out for me.

"Hi Miles,"

"Someone got an admirier" Jamie said handing him to me

"Who wants a baby biscuit?"

His face lights up. This is going to be an easy weekend.

Nah I just give him cookies. I found it works on dogs and men. Uh that's not what I meant," I chuckled

"Babe no what are you doing?"

he tries to take Miles from me.

"Chris stop what are you doing"

"You shouldn't be holding him"

" What come on."

"Fine gime me her-"

"No."

"Chris we have company "I say through my strained teeth.

"But you still shouldn't be holding him. Think of the baby."

They look at me.

I shrug my shoulders. I

"fine but put her down please."

"Its fine I can handle two. i'll have to get used to it anyway."

Kyle and Jamie give me a look my shoulder goes up and down. I'm completely lost.

"Alright its just the weekend."

"Exactly"

"Ok he is expecting a baby biscuit it is in the pantry ill get it"

"No you sit I don't want you straining"

"Chris"

"Go"

"Ok ok"

Chris puts both of the babies down in the play pen and then to go get then thier cookies.

"Come on you guys sorry about him I wish I had an excuse he's just acting nutty today."

"You guys want coffee" He yells from the kitchen. They both nodd thier heads.

I reply "3 coffees"

"Nice try"

"That man is pushing me right now. I'm allowed the odd coffee while breast feeding and right now I need it or he'll need a new place to live. He driving me nuts Won't let me hold her at all."

"Are you- He's acting like you're pregnant again"

"Oh you have no clue I mean the breakfast me made it was so huge and -oh god."

"You aren't"

"No no I made a joke last night I totally forgot it was about watching miles that we'd have 2 babies in the house I made a joke hed have less than 9 months who knew he'd not realize this morning we have everything ready for miles I swear just-Wait a minute this could work."

They look at me

"I get a weekend off and Chris plays daddy for two babies oh this would really work. You think I can pull this off all weekend?"

"Oh yes," Jamie nods "You have to for women everywhere."

Chris comes back in to give the babies their cookies in the pen and then returns,

"two coffees and a non caffeeinated slightly sweetend ice tea for you."

He sits down and puts one hand on my stomach. Yep he thinks I'm pregnant.....

This is going to be a fun weekend.

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Brothers In Arms

Part 6: If You Were With Me Now.

Summary: Whilst you keep vigil at Ari’s bedside, Ransom and Steve meet for the first time since ‘it’ happened…

Warning: NSFW. This fic contains dark themes, reference to non/dubious con. Adult situations, bad language, smut (18+)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. I do not own any characters contained within, bar the reader and any other OCs that may be mentioned. I do not give consent for my work to be reposted/translated to any other site. Reblogs are fine.

W/C: 5.6k

A/N: So, you guys voted for option 1 which was to put reader and Ransom back together…but to make him suffer/work for it. So that’s what I’m gonna do! J As always, thanks to my wonderful beta @spectre-posts.

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Part 5

You were in a deep sleep, but your mind was working overtime. You dream was vivid, nearly as real life as the moment it happened. You could hear the sound of your own heart beat as the rain pinged the window. The two of you had just returned from a night in the city. A fancy dinner, dressed to the nines, a show, and now as rain pelted the large brownstone, you were walking in to find a fire lit and candles the only lights in the room…

“Ran…” you beamed at him, voice soft. “What’s all this?”

There was a soft smile spread across his usually stoic and frowning face. Then he took your hands in his, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You thought he must have done that during the walk in from the entry.

“You know I love you.” was the only answer he gave.

"Yes." You nodded, the smell of the wood filling your nose. His cologne, a deep woodsy and amber scent coming closer. “Of course I do.”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, sweetheart. I never…” he took a deep breath, “I never had a steady girlfriend before. It’s not been my, well it hasn’t really fit with my lifestyle or who I am, but you…I can’t imagine my life without you now.”

Your eyes softened, your face curious. You could feel your tongue slip out and wet your lips. There was a sting in your eyes. Was this happening? What you thought it could be?

“I don’t ever want that to happen, I wanna be with you forever, whatever that means for both of us.” He was uncharacteristically nervous, his jaw was twitching and you watched as he let go of your hand and reached into his pocket.

Down on one knee he opened the box and your trembling hands covered your face, enveloping your nose and lips, down to your chin. A huge diamond glinted back at you as your eyes filled with tears.

"Marry me, Y/N."

You sputtered as you slowly nodded in the affirmative of your answer and dropped your left hand away from your face. “Yes, yes I’ll marry you!”

With a huge grin, he took your hand and slipped the band onto your finger. You'd never seen him smile so big, and despite his own shaky hands, the fit was perfect. He stood from his knee and cupped your face. His thumbs wiped away the two tears that had fallen.

"I've never been so happy." He whispered with a rasp as he bent down and captured your lips in a deep, loving kiss.

“Me either,” you sniffed, smiling against his lips.

He kept kissing you, his tongue deep down your throat. The study door was shut and there would be no one around bar the main doors.

"Let me fuck you slow, sweetheart," he whispered. "My princess... My queen." He said between breaths.

You moaned at his words, the desire in his tone, “please…”

Ransom reach a hand behind your back as his arm swooped around your side. He found the zip to your dress and pulled it downward, loosening the material.His heated gaze on you, he slid the delicate straps down your shoulders, fingers brushing over your skin, which was prickling all over.

Your arms came free and revealed your strapless bra, the dress hung around your waist for a moment until Ransom pushed it beyond your hips. It fell to the floor, your satin panties on display. "Leave the heels, Princess."

Your hand slid up his arm, coming to rest at the back of his neck. “As you wish, my king.”

His eyes flashed, you knew what it did to him when you complied, and especially when you called him that.

You kissed him this time, your hand behind his head, the other single-handed working on the buttons of his tie-less dress shirt. He let you lead, his hands now cupping your face, those hands that had known so much violence were always so tender and soft with you.

You dropped your hand from his neck and made quicker work with two. Then you slid your fingers under the fabric, crisp and white, dragging them over his shoulders to send the shirt down his frame. His lips never left yours as you worked at his belt, that familiar clinking of the buckle telling you both you’d managed to undo it.

Your hand grazed his hardness and he shuddered, taking over to get you both naked.

He shed his own clothes first and then, with an easy move, he flicked open your bra. As it fell away, he knelt, pulled your panties down allowing you to step out of them. A pair of soft lips kisses the inside of your knee.

You looked down at him, his eyes peering up at you as he continued up your thigh. His left hand hooked around your right calf and guided your leg over his shoulder. As his nose inhaled, your hand found it’s way into his hair, the slicked back locks giving a little and he moaned. You couldn’t help but smirk a little as your nails scratched lightly along his scalp.

"You smell good, kitten. I know you taste good too." Ransom groaned.

“Yeah?” Your fingers tightened a little as he moved closer to your centre, “as good as our food tonight?”

"Let me see...." His tongue slipped out and first poked your hooded nub in a teasing fashion. You gasped but quickly whimpered as he licked a stripe across your weeping folds. "Better." He rasped.

You sighed as his tongue began to work you, one hand still in his hair, the other planted firmly between his shoulder blades. You were a little unsteady on one leg, but you knew he wouldn’t let you fall.

The spiked heel of your shoe poked against his back but that didn’t stop him. He devoured you, like a second course of dessert. Every now and then he'd wrap his hand around himself and stroke his shaft for just a little relief. Then a thick finger joined his tongue and you cried out with an 'oh'. Encouraged by the fact he knew you were close, he doubled down on his efforts. Your head tipped back, the heat rising through your body from your heel-clad toes to your hair as you shuddered.

"Oh fuck...." you strained as you came. Your hand gripped his hair for safeguarding against a fall.

In a flash, Ransom stood. Your cloudy brain hadn’t even registered exactly how he’d done it, but when you blinked you were laying on your back on top of the soft rug by the fire. His slick sticky tongue and lips made their way to up your belly to your breasts and plump lips sealed over a pert nipple. He licked like a kitten at its milk then pulled at the nub with his teeth.

“Need you…” you panted, your hands sliding up his back. “Please.”

“Yeah?"

“Please…” you repeated. Normally, you met his asshole nature with your own, which was equally as sassy and sarcastic but right now, you weren’t above begging.

Ransom kissed you hard for a moment before pulling back and kneeling between your legs. Two pumps of his fist around himself and he was dragging his dewy head over your slit. He poked your hole and started the stretch you begged for. Slowly he filled you, and you sighed as he gave a little grunt of delight.

“Gahd you feel so good…” he pulled back and thrust again, his moment measured and controlled.

"Oh shit..." you arched your back and rolled your eyes.”Fuck, jusslikethat."

“Yeah?” He kept repeating his slow, deliberate thrusts, “you like that, princess? Enough to let me-“ another roll of his hips, “be the only one who-“ a dirty grind has you keening beneath him, “does it for the rest of your life?”

"Yes... Yes... Yes. Oh fuck, yes."

“You’re mine…” his hands reached up. Fingers between yours he pressed your hands either side of your head. “You have been since the day I first saw you.”

"I'm yours." You panted into his face.

“Oh…fahk, say it again…”

"I'm yours, my King. Forever."

He leaned down, his lips pressed to yours with a kiss that was a desperate mash of teeth and tongues. His hair was now unruly, flopping over his forehead, as he made good on his promise to fuck you well and slow.

"Ransom, baby, I'm gonna cum."

He replied with a deep thrust, rotating his hips, his pubic bone grinding into your clit. Enough pressure to tip you well over the edge for a second time. You quaked, your hands squeezing his as your walls were a vice. Lights exploded behind your eyes, the world tipping upside down. Your heartbeat thudding on your ears, a steady thump…thump…thump…

Beep…beep…beep…

You jerked from your dream, and blinked. The lights from your flashback were replaced by the dim gleam of strip lamps against white walls. The scratchy, starched sheets your cheek lay against supplanted the softness of that luxurious rug. The woody smell of him and his cologne lost as your nostrils filled with the clinical smell of Ari’s hospital room.

It was too much.

Your stomach lurched and you pushed yourself up from where you’d fallen asleep, bent over on the chair, head resting against Ari’s side. You grabbed a bed pan just in time as you retched. By the time you were through, it was nothing but bile. Not that you'd had much to give up anyway to begin with.

You reached with a shaky hand for the bottle of water on the bed stand and took a huge gulp.

Inhaling through your nose and exhaling just the same, your eyes closed as you focused on regulating your breath. Your heart raced in the midst of your dream and getting sick.

The worst thing was, for a moment whilst you had been asleep, you’d been happy. Ransom had been your world, your everything. He’d made you happy, treated you like his queen.

And you missed it. You missed him. You wanted nothing but his arms around you, telling you it would all be okay, that he would make it okay.

But he was part of the reason Ari was here.

You looked at your brother, helpless and eerily small for the big-shouldered man he was in that bed. You swallowed back your thick tongue and sniffed.

"Oh Ari," you sighed, taking his hand.

*****

Ransom sprawled in the leather armchair by the fire at his grandfather’s mansion. His hand clutched a bottle of beer, eyes unfocused as they stared at a spot on the wall. Around him, his family were in some sort of discussion or argument, not that he was listening. He hated this situation; he wanted you there with him. You always made them, well, not better but manageable.

To his right, his uncle said something and he heard his dad’s snap back with a retort of some sorts. As the voices grew louder, Ransom could take it no longer, and he gave a loud snarl.

“Shut up!”

"Oh now you have something to say, Hugh?" Walt, his uncle, practically spat.

Ransom glared at him, “eat shit.”

"You think you're some bad ass, Ransom? Sitting there barking orders like a king?"

In a flash, Ransom was out of his chair. His hand gripped his uncle round the throat as he slammed him up against the wall. “Keep talkin’. I dare you.” He snarled in his Uncle’s face, his hand contracting even tighter.

"Ransom!" bellowed Harlan. “Let him go!”

Ransom gave Walt’s throat a final squeeze before he let go and leaned over to hiss in his ear. “You know one day, he won’t be here to stop me.”

Walt coughed as his feet flattened on the ancient hardwood.

Harlan cleared his throat and Ransom looked over his shoulder. "My study, we have business before dinner."

Without a word, Ransom followed his grandpa out of the room, listening to his father telling Walt it was his own fault for poking him.

But that wasn’t really why he snapped. He was used to Walt’s bitter little quips, but the use of that word had done it. The word you used, the word that sounded so soft and beautiful and arousing when it fell from your lips.

“My king.”

Another painful reminder of what he’d lost. Thanks to his cunt brother. His dead cunt brother, just as soon as Ransom had figured out how to do it.

"Sit," Harlan demanded as they entered the opulently furnished room.

With a surly huff and a roll of his eyes, Ransom flopped down into the leather office chair as Harlan closed the door behind them. Ransom watched as his grandfather walked to the other side of the desk where he took his seat.

"Your brother is on his way. I'm expecting you to behave, Ransom."

Ransom blinked, then he stood up, “no…no fahking way.”

"You have no choice."

“Watch me.” He moved to the door.

"Sit down, Hugh."

“You expect me to be in the same room as him, after what he did? No, no way! He cost me everything!”

"And nothing is going to get beyond this war; there will be no answers, unless the two of you talk.”

“I’m warning you…” Ransom snarled, “if he comes within twelve feet of this house, I will rip him limb from limb.” The two men stood, Ransom staring at his grandfather, before he scoffed. “Fuck him and fuck you too. I’m leaving.”

Ransom moved to open the study door and when he did, it was as if he was looking in a mirror.

"Hello, Ranny," Steve wickedly smirked.

Ransom saw red. His every cell on fire as he snarled and launched at his brother. His shoulder barged Steve’s and the two men went sprawling into the hallway.

Ransom slugged Steve with an upper right cut and followed up with a left hook, but the man barely faltered. Steve merely stepped back a time or two and his feet steadied. He tucked a shoulder into Ransom's gut and Ransom ended up on his back.

But Ransom wasn’t easily beat. With a sharp snap forward he slammed his forehead into the bridge of his brothers nose.

A crack echoed through the large foyer, blood seeped from Steve's nostrils. Red poured over Ransom's blue cashmere sweater. The blow faltered Steve and Ransom was able to roll them to Steve's back. First, it was fists connecting to Steve's ribs, then he was pummeling his handsome face.

But Steve wasn't going to quiet either.

With a heavy shove, of enormous strength, Steve sent Ransom flying across the marble floor. Both men to their feet and in a moment's blink, guns were drawn.

“Put those away!” Harlan bellowed

Death glares, bloodied faces and heavy breathing between them, neither twin moved.

“I said…put them away!”

Steve snickered and spit blood, "you first, Ranny."

"Fuck you," Ransom fired, purposely missing as a warning.

"Ballsy," Steve cocked his head and moved to pull his own trigger but Walt stopped him by bumping his arm, the bullet hitting the ceiling.

“You gone soft on him now, Walter” Steve lazily drawled as he turned to look at his uncle “relax, I wasn’t gonna hit him. Watching him tear himself apart as he has been doing since…”

“One more word, I swear to God…” Ransom cocked his gun again.

"Ransom!" Linda gasped.

"Oh Jesus!" Joni whimpered, grabbing Meg.

"Put. It. Down." Harlan growled.

With a final snarl, Ransom flipped the safety and lowered his pistol.

“Wow, I knew you two were a bit…well ya know but this…” Joni scoffed. “Come on, you’re brothers. Twins…”

“I wouldn’t piss on him if he was on fire.” Ransom sniffed, “asshole.”

"Right back at ya.” Steve puckered his lips, blowing a kiss to his brother. Ransom scoffed, as Linda took a deep breath.

“Steve, it’s nice to see you again.” She offered and Steve’s blue eyes flicked to hers.

“Is it?”

“Of course. Look, I know things have been…troubled, but you’re family. You always have been. You know me and Richard have always looked on you as-“

At that point Ransom let out a loud, vicious laugh. “Of course…let’s welcome him back, open fahking arms…I tell you what, Steeb…” he spat his brother’s childhood nickname, “tell them what you did. Explain why Y/N ain’t here and why Levinson is currently fighting for his life…”

Steve's eyes darkened and a pleasurable twitch moved his lips. "Revenge." He said it so nonchalantly that Walt's wife gasped and Joni just dropped her jaw.

Linda's hand flew to her chest, "what's he talking about Ransom?"

“He fucked her. He fucked my fiancée whilst pretending to be me. I know, right?” Ransom gave a humorless laugh, “we got our very own Jerry Springer show.”

"Steven..." Richard spoke. “Is this true?”

Steve merely popped a shoulder, nodding.

“And then, he had his attack dog shank her brother,” Ransom continued.

"Why?" Linda questioned.

"I told you, Linda," his tone was venomous. "Revenge. Your ever loved fake son killed Peggy."

“No I fahkin didn’t!” Ransom groaned, “you stupid, dumb piece of shit!”

"Fuck you," Steve snarled.

“Where did we go wrong?” Linda whispered and at that, Steve let out a hollow laugh.

“No matter what he-“ he pointed at Ransom, “likes to pretend, you’re not our mother so quit actin’ like it.”

"Watch your mouth, son," Richard snapped in an oddly defensive move towards his wife.

“Why, what you gonna do?”

The room erupted in disarray again, jabs and jowls flapping in every direction possible. Everyone yelling and shouting, profanities exchanged. Then a single firing shot echoed around the room and caused those sheepish to duck and those whose lives were embedded with the family business to just stare.

"I. Said. Enough." Harlan stood, his right arm raised high, the smoking end of his gun in his hand.

Ransom, who had sat this particular melee out, leaned against the wall, his arms folded across his chest.

“Steven, Ransom, my office now.” Harlan spoke, “we have stuff to discuss before dinner. And that’s an order, not a request.”

Steve followed Harlan in first and Ransom was the last in, never one to expose his back. Harlan sat in his big wing backed chair as the twins stood. Steve's arms folded across his chest while Ransom's were placed firmly on his hips.

"God damn it, sit down."

Ransom again waited for Steve to make the first move. With a scoff, Steve sat in a chair, and Ransom did the same.

"Guns on the desk." Harlan was not taking chances. There was far too much at stake tonight.

Ransom and Steve this time moved almost in unison and placed them on the polished mahogany.

"Now, business." Harlan sat forward on his elbows, "I'm an old fucking man and don't have the time or the care for your childish war."

Ransom sat staring at his grandfather, whilst besides him Steve lazily examined his fingernails.

“What you did to Y/N, both of you, is unforgivable…and you should be thoroughly ashamed. Hurting a woman like that?! Jesus Christ.”

Shame was etched on Ransom's face. It had been there since the rage cleared and the guilt sunk in. But on Steve's face sat nothing but a glint in his eye and a twitched smirk.

Harlan glared at him, but said nothing more. “Now, Levinson was looking into something before you hospitalised him,” he held his hand up to stop Steve from talking, “yes, he was gunning for you, and I can’t say I blame him. But he had also found something, relating to the person that orders the hit on you that killed Peggy. Thing is, I don’t know what that is, I also don’t know if the person who is responsible is aware of what’s been going on. With that in mind, I’m taking no chances. As long as he is unable to defend himself, Levinson needs protection. And dare I suggest it, so does Y/N.”

“I’ll get Carter and Blanc-“ Ransom started immediately, but was cut off by Steve’s snort.

“You know, the fact Peggy’s brother works for you knocks me sick…”

“Well he isn’t as fucking stupid as you, he knows I had shit all to do with it. Guess it says more about you than it does him.” Ransom turned his head, snarling. He then looked back at Harlan, “I’ll get something arranged. If need be I’ll move out of the house so she can go back.”

"No." Harlan was firm. "I will send my guys," he continued. "Call it an unbiased intervention. They will posted outside the hospital and be with Y/N until I say so, or until we get answers. Whichever I decide."

Ransom eyed his grandfather then leaned forward a little, understanding immediately, “you think it’s someone inside our organisation, don’t you?”

"Yes." Harlan admitted. "They knew too much about Steve’s movements the night it happened and yours for that matter. It displeases me and makes me very uncomfortable. That and I don't trust either of you not to make a move."

Steve, who had sat silently, moved a little and eyed his grandfather. For the first time, something akin to interest crossed his face, “what makes you so sure he didn’t do it?” He pointed to Ransom.

Harlan's eyes, much like his own, turned on him. "Because he swore on Y/N’s life he didn’t.”

The nerve in Steve’s jaw ticked as he sat back in the chair, his eyes flicking sideways to his brother. Ransom swallowed as he looked at his hands which were clasped in his lap.

“But until we get more information from Levinson, that is if he ever wakes the fuck up,” Harlan glared at Steve, “we don't move. We don’t let on what we know, to anyone. Complete and utter silence."

“So, what?” Ransom asked, “we just hafta wait?”

"Yes." Their grandfather answered simply, and a simple man he was not.

Ransom looked at him, before he gave a huff. “Fine, but if you think I’m sitting round a dinner table with him,” he jerked his head in Steve’s direction, “you got another thing coming, I’m leaving…and now I’m warning you…” he turned to his brother, “Back then, I never wanted you dead. Despite everything, you’re my brother. My twin. But now…” he sniffed, and smirked, “well, as soon as this is resolved and you’ve admitted you’re wrong, I will kill you.”

Steve maniacally chuckled, "Whatever it takes, huh? You fucking brown nose, I'm the King of Brooklyn. You can't kill me."

Ransom scoffed, “exactly what dad said. Worked out well for him didn’t it?”

Ransom stood, and Harlan made no effort to stop him. He took his gun, and tucked it into his waistband.

“Guess I best sleep with one eye open, huh?” Steve sarcastically quipped and at that, Ransom laughed, genuinely.

“Oh you won’t be asleep when I do it, Steeby. You’ll see me coming, because I wanna see the look you in the eyes when I put a bullet right here...”

At that, he poked harshly at the spot between Steve’s eyes, where his nose met his forehead with his right index finger. Steve angrily swatted his hand away. With a final huff, Ransom turned and threw the study door open and then slammed the heavy and exquisite designer foyer door closed.

His retro Beamer sat in front of the secluded country home and after he sat inside, he sped off, the rear tyres sloshing gravel around in their wake.

It had been a long ass drive down from Queens, and would be a long ass drive back, but he didn’t care. It would give him time to think. Because despite what his grandfather said, there was no way he was leaving this alone. Not if you were potentially in danger.

****

The next twenty-four hours or so passed with no change to Ari’s condition. Whilst the doctor insisted this wasn’t bad news, as it meant he was stable and not deteriorating, you couldn’t help but notice that she hadn’t told you it was good news either.

“Y/N?”

You looked up and gave Kabede a small smile as he stepped into the room.

“Hey…”

“How is he?”

“No change. He’s no better but…he’s no worse.”

The man sighed. "Have you eaten yet today?" His Sudanese accent thick as he asked.

You shook your head. "I'm not hungry. I've been drinking his water though. The poor nurse keeps filling it."

Kabede smiled, “sure they won’t mind. Look, erm…I don’t know what it was Ari had found out, but…well, I spoke to Harlan Thrombey on the phone. He’s raised issues about both of your safety, and I’m kinda inclined to agree…”

"What do you mean?"

“It looks like Ari had discovered something about the hit on Steve, the one which went wrong and-“

“Killed Peggy.” You whispered.

Kabede nodded, “and until we know what or who that implicates then… Harlan is sending some of his men. I’m not thrilled but…well, he was clear it wasn’t a choice. He did promise, however, that none of them would be anything to do with Drysdale.”

You took a deep breath, “okay…so what does that mean?”

“You can’t go back to Ari’s. Harlan says he has somewhere for you to stay, but I did tell him getting to you leave here would be a task in itself. So he'll have two guards at all times posted and I'm told there's a car or two stationed somewhere within sight."

"I won't leave Ari." You shrugged.

“I know,” Kabede conceded, “I’m going to head back to the house and pick you some stuff up. Is there anything specifically you need?”

You shrugged, “clothes, underwear…there’s some toiletries on the bathroom side.”

"Alright." Kabede nodded.

You watched him leave, before you turned back to your brother and again, a wave of nausea washed over you.You fought it back down, taking small sips of water before you leaned back in the chair and sighed.

Your phone beeped and you reached for it. It was Natasha with a message asking how you were. You had nothing against the red head, so you typed in a polite response before you then looked at the screen. There were a load of apps, which signaled you had notifications. You clicked methodically through them all, not really paying much attention, and finally got to your cycle tracker.

You opened it up, and scanned the notifications from the last couple of days. One of which was reminding you that you had yet to confirm the start of your period.

And that was from a few days ago

A cold feeling washed over you as you checked through and your heart skipped a beat when you realised from the information you were looking at, that you were almost two weeks late.

"Oh no... No, no, no, no." You whispered in fear and worry as you looked at the calendar. "Oh God." A shaky hand covered your mouth as your eyes welled. You looked at Ari and blinked hard, the heavy tears slid down your cheeks.

A split second later, you’d made your decision. There was a pharmacy shop in the foyer. You wouldn’t be gone long. You stood, grabbed your purse and headed to the door.

Some guy in a suit you’d never seen before stood and you looked at him. “I need something from the store.”

He nodded, clicked his fingers and another man appeared. “I’ll come with you…”

“Whatever.” You sighed, before you strode to the elevators.

Thankfully, your armed guard waited at the entrance as you bustled around. You grabbed a few things, plus a Clear Blue test and payed quickly, hiding it in the bag they provided. Without paying the brute guarding you any mind, you walked out, him becoming your new shadow, and headed back to Ari's room.

You then paused, thankfully, the bathroom wasn’t too far away so you turned to him, “I need to freshen up,” you held the bag up, “so…”

“Of course, I’ll wait outside.”

You nodded and headed into the bathroom. You set the bag on the counter and took the box containing the rest in shaking hands.

Five minutes later you were staring through blurred eyes at the result on the digital screen.

Pregnant.

The sound of the bathroom door opening jerked you back to your senses and you stood on shaky legs and wiped your eyes. Stashing the test in your back pocket, you emerged and then stopped dead as Ransom was stood by the sink basins.

“How did you get past the guards?” You whispered.

“Natasha, don’t worry, she didn’t hurt anyone, they’re just… taking a nap.” He spoke softly.

“I thought you were going to Boston?”

“I was, I did. I drove back yesterday afternoon.” He popped a shoulder and you studied him for a moment. There were shadows under his eyes, stubble on his chin. He looked a little disheveled and your heart gave an unwelcome pang.

Despite your bravado, you missed him. And now…now, well, you almost felt like you needed him. And that in itself was disgusting you in a way.

"What are you doing here? I don't want you here." You lied even to yourself, glad your voice sounded convincing.

“I know, and I’m not staying.” Ransom licked his lips, “but Harlan…he thinks you’re in danger. Now he’s posted his men around but, well I don’t know who I trust. Especially seeing how easy it was for us to get passed the dumbasses. So, I wanted to offer you Natasha. If you want her, she is yours, 24/7 until we figure this all out. Granddad won’t like it but if it’s what you want, well, he won’t say no to you.”

You cared for Nat. She'd become a trusted friend, but she still worked for Ransom. It was a sticky slope, steep and full of rocky terrain. You knew that having her nearby, given the circumstances, may be a good idea. But how loyal was she to Ransom should she learn of your newly revealed secret.

Ransom looked at you, “it’s your call. But no one will know bar me, you and her.”

“Not even Carter?”

Ransom shook his head, “no. I won’t even have contact with her if that’s what you want. I just…I want you to be safe.” At that he ran his hand through his hair, “I know you hate me, and I’ve ruined everything…I’m not expecting you to ever want to speak to me again but please, let me do this so I know that you’re gonna be safe.”

The sincerity on his face was palpable. His eyes bore a look you had never seen before, and that shocked you too. Guilt, remorse…two things that Hugh Ransom Drysdale never showed.

Perhaps it was for that reason, you found yourself acquiescing. “Fine, I'll agree to Nat."

“Thank you.” He gave you a small smile.

"But no one knows and there is no contact." You grew a firm voice wanting to sound less meek than you felt.

“As you wish.” Ransom’s response was calm, resigned, and he offered you no resistance.

You nodded.

He didn't budge. A stalemate of sorts between the two of you, which you broke. “I err, I need to get back to Ari.”

“How is he?”

“Unchanged.”

“Right…”

You grabbed your bag and moved to brush by him. He stepped back, to allow you the space to move but as he did so, your fumbling hands dropped the bag. Before you could stop him, Ransom bent to pick it up for you, and you watched with horror as he spotted the box inside.

"Y/N..." He looked up at you, his blue eyes burning into yours, his face shocked as your vision swam with tears. “This…are you…” He held the Clear Blue box and rose slowly to his feet.

Your first thought was to deny that the test was yours. But you knew that wouldn’t wash-Ransom was not stupid. However, you could deny the result. Certainly, for the time being whilst you figured out what to do.

Yet, as you glanced up at Ransom, you felt a pang in your chest. The probability, from the sheer amount of times the two of you had sex, was that the baby was his. You swallowed, sniffing a little as his eyes blinked, his face shocked.

You had never talked about having children. Not really. Sure, you’d mentioned it off hand a few times. Ransom had always simply shrugged, and said it was up to you, whatever you wanted…but you yourself had never been sure. Sure about whether a baby would fit into the type of lifestyle you both led, or whether you even wanted to be a mother.

But then it hit you, as you stood there, your chest heaving, you might not know what you wanted, but you sure as hell knew that it was going to be your decision. And whilst you were living this hellish nightmare of sitting by the bedside of the one man you knew you’d be able to rely on all your life, you were in no state to make it.

And you decided to tell Ransom.

He might not, in your mind, have a right to, but crucially you wanted him to. And, you had no logical reason for that, other than you needed him to understand what you were going through. You wanted him to see, to realise that none of this was easy for you, that you were hurting, and there was far more at stake here than simply the two of you and the broken mess of your relationship.

The broken mess you were outwardly sweeping up the fragments of, ready to toss in the garbage. Yet internally, you were fighting the urge to keep hold of in case you found a way to glue them back together.

You wet your lips with the tip of your tongue and reached behind you. Slowly lifting the test stick from your back pocket, you brought it around to show him

**** Part 7

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Your Ghost - A Ransom Drysdale story

Chapter 4

Author's Note: Hello everyone! I have written stories on Wattpad, but I have decided to share the stories on Tumblr too. I have written two full stories based on Ransom Drysdale. I am currently busy on the third story. I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing the story.

A lot of thought and work was put into this story.

Warning: This story contains mature content: Strong language, and smut. I'd recommend 18+ to read this story, but viewer discretion is advised. Please be aware that this fan fiction will contain explicit scenes that may not be suitable for younger viewers and scenes of alcohol. There is mature content in this fan fiction.

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EVELYN:

I dial my neighbors number before Ransom begins to speak. She answers on the first ring. "Hello Evelyn!" "Hi Lydia! Can you please do me a favor?" I ask. "Anything!" "Can you please feed Sheila for me? I need to come collect her because I won't be home for the night." I explain.

"Of cause I can, but why won't you be home?" She asks.

"I am by Harlan, and he asked for me to stay for dinner. So it'll be late and Harlan told me I cannot drive back in the dark."

"I see...but why doesn't Sheila stay by me for the night? I am sure Simba wouldn't mind a friend to play with." Lydia suggests.

"That...is actually a better option." Why didn't I think of that? "You have my spare keys?"

"Yes I do. I will feed Sheila shortly." Lydia beams.

"You don't mind? I know it is one night, but Sheila does not do so well when I am not there." I tell her.

"It is alright! What are friends for?"

I smile. "You smiling now aren't you?"

She giggles. "How can you tell?"

We both laugh and then say goodbye.

Lydia and I do go walking quite a lot, but I have been busy with my book and Sheila needs to get out of the house sometime.

I put my phone in my bag and take in a breath. I turn with my head down and walk toward the door, but Ransom's hand stops me from unlocking the door.

"Ransom not this again!" I sigh.

"I warned you to watch your tone with me." Ransom whispers in my ear.

He takes my bag and drops it on the floor. He takes my arm and spins me around so that I fall back onto the armchair.

"What the –"

Ransom towers over me with his knee pressed between my legs. He grabs hold of my neck, just underneath my jaw – and forces me to look at him.

"Do not provoke me like that in front of my family." He breathes on my face.

"Stop...it!" I manage to say.

"I told you that we are not done talking." His voice is cold.

I try to push his hand away from my neck, but he is too strong.

"There...is...nothing...to...talk about!" I breathlessly say.

Ransom scoffs. "Like hell there is. Who was that man?"

I roll my eyes. Not this again!

"Don't roll your eyes at me! You know what will happen if you keep doing that." He warns.

I know what he will do...and I miss it...but I shouldn't.

Ransom tightens his grip on my neck. "Who was that man?"

I start to choke. "You...are...hurting me!"

Ransom looks down and immediately lets go. He then starts to message each side of my jaw.

"I'm sorry..."

I smack his hand away. "No you are not! If you squeezed a little more tightly, you would have choked me." I place my fingers on my neck and cough a little.

I look into his eyes. Dammit!

His eyes have softened. "I am sor –"

"Don't say what you don't mean." I bitterly retort.

Ransom leans in closer and I automatically lean my head back.

"I. Am. Sorry." He cooes.

His eyes travel down to my lips and then he looks back into my eyes. My eyes are locked onto his. I feel his fingers brush on my lower lip.

"You have the most luscious lips." His fingers stroke my lip. "They are so beautiful...and full." His voice changes to a sexier tone. A tone I remember he used when we started seeing each other. It was intoxicating...and it still is.

He leans in close enough that his lips brush over mine. I close my eyes. Dammit! I am giving in. I lean in, but Ransom puts his fingers on my lips.

"What do you want?" He whispers.

What? Does he want me to tell him?

"Tell me what you want me to do Evelyn?"

Hearing Ransom say my name in that sexy tone...I can feel the goosebumps rising on my skin.

"I...I..."

"Say it."

"I want you." I whisper. I know this is wrong, but why does this feel right?

Ransom chuckles softly. "I know you do, but what do you want me to do right now?"

"Kiss me!" The words escape my mouth.

"As you wish." Ransom smirks.

He removes his fingers and lifts my chin as our lips meet. The kiss was not like the previous one earlier. No possessiveness. This kiss feels softer and gentler. I moan against his lips. This is the Ransom I remember.

Ransom cups my face and gently kisses one corner of my mouth to the other corner. His lips travel to my neck and I let out a sharp breath.

"I am sorry I hurt you." He softly says.

His one hand travels down to my leg and he slowly moves his hand up my thigh...to there!

I open my eyes. "Ransom! No! Not in here!" I shriek.

Ransom ignores me and his fingers tugs at my pants as I feel his teeth on my neck. I look up and realize that I need to end this. Again. I feel as if my self-conscious slaps me back to the reality of what Ransom did to me.

"Get...Off!" I raise my voice, but Ransom doesn't listen – as usual.

There is a sudden knock on the door.

"Shit!" Ransom curses and he immediately steps out to the side.

I jump up and grab my bag, but Ransom catches my hand in his. "This is not over."

I let out an exasperating breath. "For goodness sake Ransom! I don't know that man from a bar of soap!" My tone is bitter.

"I was not talking about that man." He glares at me, but I don't care.

"Let. Me. Go!" I yank my arm away from his hand.

I halt just before I unlock the door. "Don't talk to me tonight...please." I add the last word to be polite.

Ransom gives me his crooked smile. I look away.

"Please..." I pleas this time.

I unlock the door, but in barges Richard, knocking me to the floor.

"Ransom there you are! Evelyn?" He looks surprised when he looks at me. "I didn't know you were here. Why are you here?"

Ransom walks over to help me up.

"Thank you." I say loud enough so Ransom can only hear me. I look at Richard and automatically shrug. "I –"

"Son." Richard looks to Ransom, ignoring me.

"Father." Ransom says with mock gravity.

"Your mother wants to speak to you." Richard looks at me, "Alone."

I look at Ransom for some reason. Maybe he would tell me to leave?

"Are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to speak?" Richard boasts.

"Yes...No...um...I should go." I announce to both of them and walk out of the study.

I hear voices coming from outside the front door. I sidle closer to the door and peak out to see who has arrived. I see the whole family: Joni and her daughter Meg. Walt, Donna and their son Jacob – who never seems to look away from his cellphone. I then see Linda petting her one dog.

Blast! I hear Richard and Ransom having an altercation in the study.

Between the family arriving and the shouting in the study, I turn and race to the spare bedroom. I am glad that nobody stopped me.

I close the door and lock it – I do not want a repeat of earlier. I toss my bag across the floor and I fall down on the bed.

The whole family is here. The whole fucking family is here! I really wish I declined Harlan's request to stay for dinner. I hope I get to sit next to Harlan because then I will feel less stressed with being around this family.

I close my eyes to try and calm myself down, but just as I close my eyes, there is a knock on the door.

"Go away Ransom!" I shout.

The person knocks again, but I ignore it. I cannot have Ransom in this room again. Not right now. I have been alone with him twice now and both times I have nearly fell victim to his ways – even though I swore I would not.

The person knocks again. If it is Ransom, I am going to slap him. I sigh and unlock the door.

"Rans – Oh sorry Harlan!" My face turns red as I see Harlan standing in front of me.

Harlan chuckles. "Not to worry dear. I know my grandson has been a little much today."

I tilt my head. "How did..."

"I know my grandson and..." Harlan points his finger to his neck as he looks at my neck.

My brows draw together and I turn to walk to the bathroom.

My eyes widen as I realize what Ransom did to me. "That son of a – He gave me a damn hickey!" I scream. I am going to really slap him when I see him again. He thinks by giving me a hickey that everyone will think we are still together? No! He gave me this damn thing to claim ownership of me!

"If I see him...I am going to –"

"It's alright dear." Harlan soothes.

"No it is not! He thinks he can pull this on me and expect me to not say something about it." As if a light bulb went on I realize. "Hang on. Maybe he wants me to ask him what he did this. He wants me to go talk to him. He –"

"Let me just tell you why I am here my dear." Harlan interrupts me.

"Joni!" He calls.

"Joni?" I crinkle my nose.

"Hello sweet Evelyn! You look...well you have looked better." Joni looks at my apparel.

I hold my finger up. "To be fair, I only came here to speak to Harlan in the first place. I had no idea I was going to stay for dinner." I defend myself.

"Sure." Joni response seems to sound more like a mock than anything else.

I look at Harlan. "Why did you call Joni?" I ask.

"I am here to dress you." Joni answers me instead of Harlan.

"You want to dress me?" My tone is kept neutral because if I sound shocked, Joni will be offended.

"Yes! Harlan told me that you are going to stay, so I suggested that I will dress you." She beams.

I raise a brow.

"It was either me or Linda. So I think you won there." She says under her breath.

"Linda knows I am here?" I shouldn't be shocked since I am going to have to face her sometime tonight.

"Of cause she does! Everyone knows you are here." Joni smiles at me, but I cannot help but think that smile is not meaningful.

"Now let's dress you. Harlan!" Joni ushers Harlan out.

"I will see you later Evelyn." Harlan waves goodbye.

"Here it is." Joni displays a candy red dress with a bateau neckline and tiered-ruffle from the hemline down to the ends of the dress. There is some strange pattern that looks more like a map leading you to some treasure chest.

"You...want me to wear...this tonight?" I feel the dress. It feels rough and has too much ruffle.

Joni frowns.

"Evelyn!" Meg enters the room. "I found the dress you asked for mom." Meg holds up a dress.

My eyes lock on that dress. It looks stunning. I place the red dress on the bed and I take the dress from Meg.

"This is beautiful." I admire the halter strap neckline and the beautiful crochet flower pattern on the side of the dress. The dress looks like it just goes above my knees if I wore the dress.

"I already bought one Meg honey." Joni assures Meg.

"Well...she has two options. Evelyn, which one?" Meg asks.

They both look at me. I have already made up my mind.

I smile.

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[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

Mark the Calendar

A/N: Back to writing Chris Evans x Reader? After like probably over a year of nothing, ya girl’s back to this fandom. Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader Word count: 1,936 words Warnings: Swearing, a bit of angst but honestly like it’s really nothing, pregnancy since I’ve seen recently that some people don’t like pregnancy stories. Summary: Y/N thought pregnancy would be great, since that’s what it’s supposed to be, right? Wrong. It’s anything but enjoyable, and brings more pain thank joy. After months of keeping it to herself, she finally opens up.

You thought pregnancy was a dream. Ya know, like how the movies and books make it out to be? How magical it is to have a growing human inside you, the glowing essence of your skin, the sex drive?

Well, anyone who wrote anything like that could go ahead and suck your dick. Because pregnancy sucked.

Pregnancy was not being able to sleep at night, then waking up the next day early in the morning to run to the bathroom and throw up, making you hungry, then not being able to eat because the taste of your own vomit was still lingering in your mouth.

Pregnancy was the inability to walk longer than maybe twenty feet without feeling exhausted, and your feet screaming in pain like they were in some unknown, late stage of arthritis. It was also not being able to wear anything besides Birkenstocks and really ugly tennis shoes.

Pregnancy was hunting on the internet for hours trying to find maternity clothes that didn’t look like the patterns came from your grandma’s couch. It was then finding a shop or two, and them being out of everything in your size. Great.

However, your dearest fiancee Christopher seemed sometimes oblivious in such a blissful way as he constantly adored your body and you. Sometimes it made you feel better when he constantly compliment how he thought you were glowing, or how he loved your figure with a bump. Sometimes, you wanted to rip his teeth out too.

But at least he was sweet about it all and trying his damn hardest. Like propping your feet up every night on the couch and rubbing them for as long as your heart desired, AKA when it become annoying and you kicked his hands away. Or at night when he would talk to the baby which helped you fall asleep, unless you were actually exhausted and it would bother you so you would throw some insult that was too immature to do any actual harm.

Tonight was no different in the usual chain of events, except that you were in a bad mood for whatever given reason. You were sure it was just hormones, because even after Chris ordered out your favorite food from your favorite restaurant, turned on the show you wanted to watch, let you binge on your favorite flavor of ice cream with brownies, and finally rubbed your feet, you were still angry. You weren’t sure at what, but you were going to find out.

The feet rubbing at this point was becoming obnoxious, so you kicked his hands away like usual, but his face was intently focused on the TV, so they absentmindedly went back to their practice and you grumbled, which he did not hear. You kicked away again, he went back.

Why did men just- why did men breath sometimes?

“Could you not?” You finally said, aggressively pulling your feet towards you. Was your reaction a bit over the top, maybe uncalled for? Sure, but you were an angry pregnant woman with a baby daddy who wouldn’t listen sometimes (the nicknames your friends endearingly, or not, gave him when you got pregnant before you were even engaged).

“Hm?” He looked over at you, again, oblivious. You gave a loud and melodramatic sigh, leaning your head back with the eye roll of the century.

“Can you not take a hint?” You asked next, a little venom spat through your voice, “Ya know, context clues much?” His face grew into a healthy mixture of confused, concerned and scared.

“I’m just- what did I do wrong?” He asked genuinely.

“I don’t know, why don’t you figure that out?” You said with a final sigh of being over the human race of males in general, placing your feet firmly on the group, then getting up with a bit of a struggle but figuring it out and walking away with arms crossed.

Chris was left- confused, to say the least. He stared at your figure walking up the stairs until you disappeared behind a wall and he still stared. What _had_ he done wrong? I mean, he did the whole thing right, right? The whole your favorite everything, rubbing your feet, he was being a good fiancee/dad?

Or was he? He began tracking every step, every damn breath he had taken all day trying to calculate where the hell he messed up. I mean, you could be a mad pregnant women because of hormones, but he must have set you off somehow, some way.

Meanwhile you were in the bedroom with a book that wasn’t interesting enough for right now. What you would do for one of those poorly written romance novels with an interesting enough plot, not the Pulitzer prize winning book that sat on your lap. You huffed in frustration, instead going to Amazon to order one, hoping two day shipping would actually turn into one if you just hoped enough.

Was Chris scared to go upstairs? Yes, of course he was. Did he do it anyway? Reluctantly, yes. You weren’t a monster, of course you weren’t, but what you were was an upset and a hurting mama that he needed to figure out how to cool down.

You were pushing livid when you heard the door creak open, and saw a fraction of Chris’ figure standing there, in-between the trim and now partly opened door. But as he slowly stepped in, quietly and carefully closing the door behind him, your heart melted at his genuinely concerned face, in such a sweet way. It was hard to ignore the man who has such a tender aura to him, and damn that loose strand that feel from his neatly kept fluffy hair made him look at least five times sexier than when it was pushed back. You took a deep gulp and a sigh, your face melting from a tense pit of anger into a more disappointed canvas. Not that you were disappointed at him, it was all aimed at yourself and your lack of ability to actually act like a cohesive person sometimes.

“You alright?” He asked with such a sweet tone it made your heart pound a little faster. You nodded.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, looking down to lace your fingers with one another and play with them out of habit when situations got awkward. “I didn’t mean to be so bitchy, really. I think my hormone levels are just through the roof today in the angry department.” He chuckled, sitting on the foot of the bed and rubbing your leg clothes with legging.

“It’s alright,” He softly smiled at you, those big blue eyes like a damn puppy dogs. You pouted a bit at how unfair it was of you to have such a handsome man all to yourself. “Really, I get it. You can’t control it, it’s okay.”

“But still, I shouldn’t have been so mean to you.”

“Hey, hon, let’s not forget the other half that got you into this.” He pointed to himself and you smiled a bit, causing his smile to grow even more. “Trust me, I can take the half-hearted insults.”

“Still,” You sighed, biting your lower lip a bit in nervousness at the words that would leave your mouth next. “Pregnancy has not been fun and I just- I want it to be over with.” He gave you an even more confused look, because somehow, you had yet in your seven months of this bullshit to have this conversation with him.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t wanted to, or that you didn’t find it important. You just knew it would be such a difficult one, because inevitably this was the same man that wanted four, five, six- a whole round up of kids. And you, well, you had really considered the thought, hoped on board for a while, and now that the ship was actually out to sea, you wanted to dock as soon as fucking possible.

“What do you mean?” He asked, eyeing your face for any non-verbal answers of what you meant, how you were feeling. 
“I mean that it’s just been painful for so many reasons. Physical, mental, everything. Everyone talks about how amazing it is to be pregnant, and how amazing woman feel and just- it’s not like that for me.” You mumbled the last part out of the fear lingering of somehow disappointing him.

Hell, he could back out right now if he wanted to. You weren’t married yet.

“I-“ He stopped for a second, looking away and towards the wall across from the bed as you patiently waited for an answer with bated breath, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I don’t know,” You admitted, going again to averting your gaze anywhere else but your partner’s eyes that stared at you. “I mean, you want a lot of kids and while I know I can physically do it, I’m not sure if mentally I can go again. And I would hate to disappoint you.”

“Disappointment me?” He gave a slightly comical tone and laugh, “Hon, if you want to have one kids, that’s perfectly fine with me. If you wanted zero, we could do that too.”

“Chris, I- I’m flattered, but I swear I’ll try my hardest if you want more, if you really do I-“

“Sweetheart, I’m not the one doing all the work here, am I?” He questioned, now motioning to your stomach that was growing by the day. “To think that I even remotely have a say in what happens with your body is astronomically wrong.”

“Still, partnership.”

“Yeah, but in this situation, it’s not 50/50. If you don’t want to carry more kids, then so be it, no more kids.”

Since finally opening up your shell about your true feelings, you and Chris had decided that for the lasting time in the third trimester it would be best if you went back to therapy (which you knew you had needed for a while) and also talk to a doctor more frequently about the really negative toll pregnancy was taking on you.

Long story short, it alleviated some of the extra pain.

Sure, your feet still hurt and the maternity clothes issue was far from fixed, but by the time you were rushed to the delivery room at seven am one Tuesday morning, your mental state was doing actually well. Until the pain started of course.

On a scale of 1 to 10 the pain was easily a 37. The epidural definitely did wonders, as you were finally able to actually feel relaxed a bit, Chris of course being the borderline obnoxious father who literally stood by you for hours and didn’t take your hand out of his unless you pulled yours away because it got to sweaty. And the push time was honestly not awful, it thankfully only took maybe half a dozen or so strong pushes before your baby boy was born.

As soon as you held your little one, you felt the feeling that is talked about in movies in books. The one where your entire body soars with warmth, overdoses on love, drowns in tenderness. This, this is what it felt like to be a mom.

“I think I want another.” You mumbled after just a few hours of your first born actually being born. Chris gave a chuckle. 
“This soon?” He asked, looking at you as he hovered over where you held the baby close to your body, “We have at least six weeks before we can do anything, ya know?”

“Then we better mark the calendar, hm?”

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[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Why did Ransom not hide the remote better or just like idk take the batteries out

Thank you for sending in an ask!

For those of you who don’t know this is for my mystery/thriller series Memory Served

And as for the remote Ransom did initially hide it better (in his desk etc) and would take the batteries out, but as time went on over the 4 months they spent together he saw the Reader had little interest in watching TV anyway he just started getting lazy. Leaving it places that would be out of view but still easy enough for him to grab when he wanted it.

The reader only ended up spotting it while in an unnatural position while she looked for her phone, so if he’d never taken her phone she wouldn’t have been looking for it and wouldn’t have found the remote!

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[starryevermore]

Ransom and Reader being friends and they have a trip to Vegas and it’s the classic “get married without knowing” but ransom lies and says he can’t remember anything but in reality he remembers it all and refuses to say they got married?

what happens in vegas ✧ ransom drysdale

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request: Ransom and Reader being friends and they have a trip to Vegas and it’s the class “get married without knowing” but ransom lies and says he can’t remember anything but in reality he remembers it all and refuses to say they got married?

pairing: ransom drysdale x fem!reader

word count: 317

warnings?: secret keeping, not proofread

It had been two weeks since the Vegas trip. Two long, excruciating weeks as Ransom struggled with keeping what was perhaps the biggest secret he’d ever kept. And usually when he had a big secret, he’d tell you. But this time, the secret was about you. So what could he do? 

You hadn’t remembered anything. On the last night of the Vegas trip, the both of you got totally wasted and, ever the lightweight, you remembered none of the events. But he did. Or, at least, he remembered walking out of the chapel, the Elvis-impersonator telling you both, “Congratulations. And have a good night!” And it suddenly dawned on him that you were no longer his best friend since childhood. You were his wife.

When you woke in the morning, wrapped up in his arms, you apologized for falling asleep on him, then asked if he remembered anything that happened. 

And he promptly lied — “Not a thing.”

Because, well, this was the best thing that could have ever happened to him. You were the best thing that ever happened to him. And, if he was being honest, in the past when he imagined a married life, he had always imagined you as his wife. Now, that was his reality, and he didn’t quite want to let that go. 

So he lied, like he often does, but this time he felt guilty. 

So, for two weeks, he sat in his agonizing guilt, trying to figure out what he was going to do. What he was going to say. Running through every scenario, picking apart your every potential reaction, weighing the odds. And, with every potential outcome, he was terrified that you’d blow up and he’d lose you. 

And so, he kept his mouth shut, praying that this would end well. After all, you didn’t have to know. 

After all, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right?

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[dbnightingale24]

First, I want to thank everyone who has read, reblogged, or supported my stories. It means more than I’ll ever be able to put into words, truly. Without you all, I wouldn’t feel confident in launching my Patreon page! I’ll still post fanfics, but I’ll also be taking requests, and posting original stories. I hope you all will follow along, and continue to enjoy my stories! Thank you so much; you’ve given me the confidence I needed to do this. I love you!

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[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐

just something small again! hope you enjoy!

18+ maybe? the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

As we arrived home, Ransom got out of the car, slammed the door shut and stormed off. You slowly turn the car off and quickly follow after him.

Ransom storms into the house. If this were a cartoon, steam would come out of his ears from his anger. “Can we just talk?” You ask, heading inside behind him, and he grumbles a no in response. “I only asked if you could do something for me, Ransom. I didn’t think you’d react like this” 

He turns and strides towards you, “you don’t ever tell me what to do.” Your back is flush against the door as he snaps at you, deciding you’ve had enough. You retorted back.

“Eat me out” He stops, brows furrowing for a second before shrugging.

“Okay, tell me what to do,” Ransom smirks as he gets onto his knees and slowly drags his hands up your legs and under your skirt. Lifting it, his hands grab ahold of your plump ass.

Ransom’s head disappears under your skirt, and the pleasure begins. Your hands grab a handful of Ransom’s hair as moans fall from your lips.

thank you for reading!

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[nickiewrites]

I feel like I have been in a huge writing rut since my dad died last year. It was the most traumatic thing to happen to me and I feel like I lost interest in a lot of things I used to love. But maybe also those things have changed. The first 3 seasons of 911 I was literally hooked. But I felt like 4&5 I was just so bored watching them the whole time. I feel the same way with the Rookie. Between not wanting to write or watch my favorite shows, I’m just doing nothing all the time. Or i’ll spend a whole night writing something and after i’m done, i’ll re read it and think it’s shitty. Or I don’t even have the motivation to write period. It also might be because I work 2 jobs and am working 4 14 hour days a week so on my days off i’m just tired or have to run errands. Idk, just trying to run with my feelings.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Three for One 4

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, cheating, customer service abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As a customer service associate, you’re used to work with a wide variety of characters. Your efforts to go above and beyond draw the attention of a certain set of customers who want more than what’s on the shelf.

Character: Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale

Note: How are these getting longer lol

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You wriggle helplessly as the man straddles you. You kick your feet into the carpeted floor and grunt into his palm. He’s strong and heavy but you can’t give up. And if you can’t win, you won’t make this easy.

He plants his hand between your shoulders, pinning your chest as he leans his weight on you. He grunts as you shift under him, pushing your knees into the ground as you try to bounce him off. You only manage to awkwardly press your ass into his crotch.

“Hey, stay fucking still,” he squeezes your jaw, glove still flush to your mouth, “and shut the fuck up.” You open and close your teeth, trying to find a catch. He snarls and squeezes you between his legs, “are you trying to bite me again? What the fuck?”

“She’s fucking feral,” the driver tosses over his shoulder.

“Shut up,” the man on you barks back, readjusting to one knee as he brings his other over your back, replacing his hand with his leg.

He fumbles around as you try to see anything in the dim of the van’s compartment. His hand slips as his other comes around, a piece of rough fabric rubbing on your cheek. He pokes it into your mouth with two fingers and you nearly gag on the dry wool.

“Shhhh,” he hushes you, “balls, she’s hard to put down.”

“Wasn’t my first choice, trust me.”

“Who let that jackass have final say?” The man over you grumbles.

He drags you with him and reaches above you. You see the edge of the roll of tape as he keeps you trapped under his knee. He swiftly sticks the tape over your mouth so you can’t spit out your gag. Next he grabs your wrists and pulls his knee away.

You tug on your arms, resisting as you keep up your fruitless flailing. No, no, no. You’re not going to just roll over and give in. Get off!

He forces your arms together, winding the end of the tape around your wrists, again and again, until they’re bound taut behind you. He’s panting almost as hard as you are as he plants his feet, standing half bent over you beneath the low ceiling of the fan.

“Damn, well, I didn’t expect her to be so fucking stubborn,” he snickers.

You flip over and shoot your foot up, straight into his crotch. He chokes on his laughter and drops the tape. He cradles between his legs and falls to his knees. He croaks as he catches himself on one hand.

“Goddamn it, you bitch, I was half-cocked,” he contracts as if he’s about to vomit.

You puff through your nose and bend your legs, curling back on your shoulders and using your weight to throw yourself forward. You roll onto your feet, the momentum lifting your ass up but not getting you all the way up. You try again and get one foot and one knee under you.

“What the fuck’s going on back there?” The driver asks as the van rocks with your movement.

“Nothing,” the other man groans and sits up, “nothing at fucking all.”

He swipes his leg across yours and has you slamming back to the floor, this time landing on your shoulder. You grunt and twitch at the jarring pain on your joint. He grabs your arm and hauls you closer. You’re both breathless as he retrieves the tape and fights to bring your ankles together.

He secures your ankles and lets you go. You lean on your hands and watch him as he sits back and swipes his hair away from his forehead. In the small cloud of light from the front of the vane, you see the angle of his jaw and the shaved side of his head.

“God,” he puts his hand over his pants, “I feel that in my throat.” He shakes his head, “don’t worry, pussy cat, you will too. I’m gonna be so fucking deep–”

“Ugh, dude,” the driver mutters.

“Don’t be a fucking prude,” the man stretches his leg out and nudges you with the toe of his boot, “we all know what the hell this is.”

You close your eyes, holding back the hot glaze of tears. You inhale deeply, trying to calm your nerves as they cluster in your chest. A million questions race through your mind but you can’t bring yourself to even imagine the answers.

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The van idles in one spot. You temper your breaths as you listen. The driver gets out as the man in the back with you picks his nails with a knife. He started brandishing a while back. Does he really think you aren’t already scared out of your mind?

There’s some sort of grinding nose and footsteps in the gravel coming back to the van. You move, trying to see the front as the driver gets back in, slamming the door and jolting the entire vehicle. The other man pokes you with his toe, his way of warning you.

“Fucking gate,” the driver mutters as he shifts back into gear and leans on the gas.

You garble around the fabric in your mouth, not making much noise as you wiggle and turn to look at the other man. He yawns and examines the long blade, only a shadow as the darkness invades the van. There’s not much light around to colour the world.

“Almost there, pussy cat,” the man teases, "Merry fucking Christmas… well, I think we still got a few hours before the clock tolls.”

You let your head loll. He’s so annoying. Maybe it’s just the situation or that he’s obviously a very bad person, but he irks you so much. Years of working with the general public and you don’t think you’ve ever felt this much detest for one person. Usually you could just shrug it off and go onto the next. Right now, you’re quite literally trapped.

The van follows what feels to be a curving road, bumpy as it jostles you against the rough carpet. Your adrenaline ebbs and flows as your eyes flutter one moment only to flick open wide the next. The tire treads mulch the snow, slowing, and stops again. It’s almost pitch black as the van shuts off.

The man in the back stands, you feel it in how the axle bounces. He comes close, boots edging along your side as you sense him close. The door slides open behind him and lets in the moonlight. He bends and grabs your feet, turning your body and dragging you towards the door.

You kick but can’t free yourself from his grasp. He shoves your legs down harshly and pulls you up by the front of your coat. In a second, he has you slung over his shoulder as he turns to the other man.

“Where is he?” The man holding you asks as you squirm. He has his arm hooked around you as his other hand comes up to pinch you, “pussy cat, you don’t start wagging that ass unless you want me to punish it.”

You still, stunned by the suggestion. He’s so gross. You whimper as his shoulder presses uncomfortably into your stomach.

“He’ll be here soon. We should get her inside.”

“We should throw her in the snow and see how long she lasts,” the man sneers, “she’s not as nice as he said.”

“We can deal with that,” the other assures.

A flashlight clicks on. You can’t see anything past the man’s jacket. You bounce on his shoulder as he carries you across the uneven ground. He trails the second man as you hear several electronic beeps and the whir of gears. 

A door opens on cold hinges. You’re taken through a doorway as the night air follows you inside. The flashlight’s glare flicks around, illuminating the edges of your vision but offering little more. You hear a click and an overhead light suddenly casts brightly all around you. Still, you can’t see around the man who has you in his grasp.

“Put her in the room,” the other man orders.

“I got it. Don’t act like you’re the boss.”

“Take your own advice. My fucking house.”

“Yeah, and I got the van. Oh, I also came up with the plan, so I’ll say we’re even.”

“You talk a lot.”

The man holding you scoffs, “rich, coming from you.”

“Just like everything else about me. Go on. We gotta wait for him. Figure this shit out.”

“I got it figured out. Strip her down and show her what’s what.”

“We agreed to wait,” the other man insists.

“Oh, so he’s in charge?”

“No, you know he isn’t. I just think… what he said made sense. Go fucking put her in the room so we can talk real shit. I can’t focus with her ass in my face.”

“Tell me about it,” the man slaps your ass and kneads, “it’s like two inches from my mouth–”

You writhe and let out a hollow whine through your nose. He chuckles and falls into step. You lift your head up stiffly as he passes the other man and you meet his eye. You’re not sure if you know him but your gaze falls to the autumnal hued scarf around his neck. You know that scarf.

It can’t be. First Alan and now this guy. This is a conspiracy. It has to be.

You watch the floor change from slated hardwood to patterned carpet and again to dark teak. Down a hall and into another room. Only the light from outside limns your vision as you’re flung from over the man’s shoulder onto an unseen bed. You gasp at the soft mattress, expecting much worse.

“Pussy cat, you stop your hissing and pissing,” he warns as he backs up to the doorway, the light giving a better look at his features, “I’m gonna get to you. Count on it.”

You groan at how the tap chafes your wrists and the smell of the adhesive below your nose. You blink and focus on the man’s silhouette. You think you know him too but you’re not sure. That tuft of hair on his lip seems familiar. Before you can find the memory, his image is blocked out by the door and you’re plunged into sheer darkness.

This can’t be happening. You can’t be here. You have to get home. Who’s going to feed Ernie?

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Your eyes slowly adjust to the dark but you can’t see much. There is not hint of a window to let in any light or even a slat to leak in under the door. More eerie than the deep blackness is the dearth of sound. You can only hear your own breath and the soft squeaks that slip out at your most fraught.

The walls block out anything beyond. That alone is oppressive. If you weren’t tied up, if you weren’t gagged, could anyone even hear your screams?

You wiggle, roll and writhing across the breadth of the mattress. You reach the edge and rock yourself until you can sit up. You inch over the side of the bed until your feet meet the floor. You lean your weight on them and brace yourself.

You’re already out of breath with the effort. You stand, swaying as you struggle to balance on your bound feet. Your knees buckle as you lean this away and that until you can straighten yourself. You hop forward, once, twice, and again. You turn yourself towards where the door shut.

You stagger as you land a bit too hard and you twist, hitting your shoulder on the wall. You huff and puff as the tap grows slick around your lips, the cloth make you gaggle. You sidle, arm again the wall and the handle hits just above your wrist. The metal leaves a thrumming pang in your flesh.

You pivot and lean your back on the door frame, grasp the handle between your hands, sweaty palms struggling to get a grip. You turn this way and that, each time meeting resistance. You squeeze tight and sake yourself and the handle as a croak escape your nose. You didn’t expect it to open but it’s still a defeat.

You slide down to your ass, bending your knees before you as your hands rest behind you on the floor. You hang your head and measure your breaths. You’re not just scared for you, you think of your poor puppy waiting for you. Of you never going home to Ernie. That sparks the fuse to full panic.

You ball your hands to fist and slide down onto your arm. You wriggle down to your back, lifting your legs to the door, setting your boots on it. You pull back and kick, the bang jarring you. You do it again. Harder. You won’t stop. They can’t just leave you here. They can’t ignore you.

A thump comes from the other side. A warning. You kick back, even louder. No response.

You’re exhausted, but you keep going. You kick until your damp with sweat and your legs ache. You bring your feet down over over and until you can’t any more. Then you lay in the blind silence, a sob trapped behind the gag.

Ernie…

You’re almost delirious. Disbelief, fatigue, adrenaline, you’re not sure which. There’s a beeping and a metallic grind. The door shifts, hitting your bent legs as it tries to open. A grunt comes from the other side as the push until you’re forced a few inches up. A light radiates over your suddenly.

You stare up at the white glass shade on the ceiling. The door shoves you further and further. A figure enters and looks down at you. A heavy sigh that tickles your brain. You know it. You look up at that man, Alan or Anthony, as he shuts the door.

He bends to pick you up. He takes you to the bed and puts you on your side. You let him. You can’t do anything else. He puts his hands on his hips as he looks you over. He sits cautiously on the edge of the bed.

“I’m sorry, honey, I hope they didn’t hurt you,” he caresses your cheek and you wince, “I told them to be nice. Wish I could’ve come with you but… I had to sort some things out.”

You bat your lashes, eyes widening. He cooes as pets your hair. “It’s okay, don’t be scared.”

His fingertips brush along the edge of the tape and he slowly peels it away. You groan as he tugs at the corner of the cloth and frees it from your mouth. You cough, your throat raw and dry.

“I can untie you but you have to promise to be good. You don’t want to hurt yourself, do you?”

You close your eyes and nod. He crumple the tape and you hear him place it down. You suck in a deep lungful of air and let out a scream, “HELP!!!!!!!!”

“Hey,” he hisses and quickly smothers your mouth with his large hand, “honey, don’t do that.” He squeezes until you’re quiet, until your jaw aches, “no one can hear you.” He leans over you as your eyes flick open and meet his, “not even the others. Right outside that door and they can’t hear you.”

You search his face. Stern and somber. He looks honest but you would’ve said the same back at the store when he lied to your face. You nod and go limp. Despite his deceit, you believe that.

He reluctantly drags his hand away, “I want to untie you, okay? I don’t want you to be stuck like this all night but if you’re bad, the others… they won’t let me.”

You don’t say anything. You stare past him, to the crux of wall and ceiling. You don’t care about the others or about this man. You only care about one thing.

“I know you’re confused and probably angry. This isn’t a bad thing, okay? We’re not doing this to hurt you, honey,” he rubs your shoulder, “we want to help you. To give you everything you want. Do you really want to spend Christmas alone?”

You rasp as you breath deeply. You wet the roof of your mouth with your tongue then your lips. You keep your eyes averted as you muster your voice.

“You’re married,” you accuse, "you have a family."

He clicks his tongue, “and? You have no one.”

That stings. A deep cut you feel deep in your gut. Your eyes meet his sharply and you pull your shoulder away from his hand. You push your chin out defiantly as a heat rises behind your eyes. You might be alone but it doesn’t mean you’re unhappy. Still, the way he said it…

“That’s not true, I have someone.”

“Honey, don’t lie. I know you don’t. I know you live on Fort Street in that square yellow building. Apartment 325. Just you. It’s a bachelor at the corner–”

“Stop, stop,” you beg him. “How do you know that?”

“Does it matter how?” He says lowly, “Honey, i’ve been nice, haven’t I? If you’re nice, I’ll stay that way and I’ll make sure the others don’t hurt you.”

You crinkle your nose and give a fearsome snarl you know must look ridiculous. You don’t care about these men or what they want. You don’t even care about yourself. 

“I do have someone,” you insist, “Ernie.”

“Ernie?” He echoes.

“My puppy,” you hiss, “and I’m not going to be nice–” You grit the last word through clenched teeth, “unless you take me to him right now.”

“The dog?” He wonders.

“He needs to be fed and walked. I’m his mama and I need to see him,” you demand, your emotion finally bubbling up to the surface, “and until you take me home, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” You dig your nails into your palms and let out a shrill shriek. The blood curdling type you hear in horror movies.

The man covers his ears and stands. You do it again as you bounce on the bed. You must look crazy but you don’t care. Maybe if you’re crazy enough, they’ll let you go. You suck in a third breath and scream even louder.

He grimace but doesn’t stop you. He backs up and stomps to the door. You keep going until it locks behind him.

They think you’re weak because you’re alone. You’ve worked retail, you can handle a couple of psychos.

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