#ransom drysdale fic
Are You Mine?
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem! Reader
Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of cheating (it's Ransom, come on) pretty/very dark (atleast by my standards lol), angst, orgasm denial, slight degradation kink, bondage, Dom/sub dynamics, slight dubcon, mentions of blood, knives, dark!Reader, DEAD DOVE. DO NOT EAT. MINORS DNI.
A/N: I am SUPER late on this. Like really, really late. But there were simply no ideas, WHOOPS. Anyways, I wrote this for @cockslut-padalecki 's challenge and omg it was a whirlwind of emotions! Congratulations, sweetie, you deserve each and every single one of your followers!! I hope this is a good read, I was not so sure of it, tbvh. It took 10 drafts to get it to this point. Whew. Hopefully it has paid off, and hopefully it follows the prompt. 😅
Check out my masterlist for more stories and drabbles and such! I am slowly phasing out taglists, if you wish to read my latest work, you can follow my other blog @lexiscyberlibrary ! Make sure to keep the notifications on! Thank you!!
18+ blog, Minors not welcome, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Not beta'ed, any mistakes, grammatical or otherwise are all mine. I post my stuff only on Tumblr and AO3, nowhere else. I do not give anyone permission to reproduce, copy or translate my work. Dividers by the wonderful @whimsicalrogers 💓 Likes are welcome, reblogs are much appreciated!
Prompt: “I'm not gonna hear your reasons and ‘please-just-take-me-backs.’ We never were right. Don't waste your breath” - How You Love Me Now: Hey Monday
You couldn't believe how naïve you were sometimes. Years of meditation, self control, mind healing classes, all gone to shit. What was this terrible coping mechanism?
You saw Ransom that night. You saw him with a girl. It shouldn't matter to you and yet, it did. It made your heart hurt.
You remembered all the good times you had with him. He was like a beacon of light in your life, making you come alive. But you were insecure, and you knew it. He was always with you, and yet, some part of you always felt that he wasn't. Like he was holding himself back, not divulging his truth. You gave him the benefit of the doubt many times. Home late three days in a row? C'mon, babe, you know it was an hectic and nerve racking time at Blood Like Wine, what with the deal with Netflix coming through. He said this with a flourish, kissing you with ardent passion. You believed him, your senses in a disarray as he worked your body into exhaustion with his ardent and zealous loving; if it could be equated with the feeling.
The next time, his shirt collar was stained with lipstick. You questioned him, yet again, with the answer being prompt. "Babe, you left that mark, remember? On our trip to Concord?" Not giving you time to think, he'd bent you over the table promptly, pulling up your skirt to leave a smack on your plump bottom, fingers ghosting over your clothed pussy.
"You're always so hungry for my cock, kitten. How can you forget all the marks you leave on me, as I fuck this pretty pussy? Looks like i'm gonna have to refresh your memory." He rasped, tearing your panties down and plunging into you, the feel of him being buried to the hilt wiping all your previous thoughts clean. There was no way he'd cheat on you. He loved you too much, you thought, feeling his fingers tighten around your neck as he neared his end.
How naïve of you. How very naïve.
You worst fears came true, the blood in your veins turning to ice. You couldn't believe your eyes as you took in the scene that unfolded in front of your eyes.
It was honestly so cliché, the whole in flagrante delicto thing. But what more could you expect from him? And it was your fault, honestly. You should've trusted your gut instinct, the deeper parts of your brain screaming at you to keep a check on this two-faced monster you called a boyfriend.
You walked out of the house as silently as you could, tears running down your face. You almost felt sorry for the girl he was fucking, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he took her from behind. Jesus. She'd be a bigger fool if she actually believed his lies.
You sat in car and drove, drove, drove, to god knows where. You stopped at a little nook, switched off your phone and cried. Cried for a few minutes, hours, honestly, who knew? Time evaded you as you sat there, numb. You remembered all the good times, all the vacations and trips, all the memories. All tainted simply because he couldn't get his dick wet enough. You scoffed. You were a bigger fool than that broad. Atleast she was in it only for the sex. You, you were in deeper. You were in it for love, for marriage, for a future with Ransom. It hurt because after so long, his words actually meant something to you. He was the ideal man for you. Yes, he had his vices, but who didn't? You had promised yourself that you could change him, heal him from his past traumas. You would make him better and spend a lifetime together. But now, he'd gone and blown the whole goddamn boat.
You wiped your eyes, taking deep, cleansing breaths, like your therapist had taught you. You knew what you had to do. You just didn't know if you were strong enough to do it.
Ransom walked into your house, ready to fuck you into the mattress. He'd come to enjoy his routine a lot. Spend the day at work, meet a few girls and fuck their brains out and come home to you. Poor, unsuspecting you, who was too stupid for her own good. He felt pity for the naïve, little girl that you were, cleaning after him and always making sure that he'd always had a hot meal to eat. He'd been bored at first, trying to woo you, the prick tease that you were. But those doe-eyes of yours, which looked at him like he was the best thing in this world? Fuck, he'd be lying if he said those didn't get him hard.
He walked in, half expecting you to be cooking dinner, ever the 1950s dame. But what he saw stopped him in his tracks, because what he saw wasn't a cute little mousy creature. It was the subject of his wet dreams. You were in the slinkiest red teddy, with thigh highs, and Louboutins which accentuated the curve of your ass really well. Ransom could already feel himself getting hard, at the mere thought of throwing you to the ground at that instant and fucking you into oblivion.
"You're home early." You said, the sultry undertone to your voice a surprise.
"...Yes. I..I thought I would surprise you but I guess.. I'm the one who's ended up being surprised." He murmured, his voice breaking as he adjusted himself. You saw the movement and smirked, proud of yourself. He wanted you.
"I thought you might like it. I bought as a gift for you. You've been working so hard at the office, and I thought you deserve a lil' reward for all the work that you've been doing."
And so you let the little satin robe slip off your shoulders, watching his eyes darken as the garment floated to the ground.
Time to crank it up a notch.
You half-gasped, half moaned as he deepened the kiss, his tongue ever so slightly touching yours. Pulling free, you let your tongue caress his lips, the soft, pillowy feel driving you nuts. Running it over his lower lip, you sucked on it, slowly allowing your teeth to clamp down. The skin broke and a drop of blood adorned his lip; your tongue darting out and relishing the metallic tang of the liquid. He growled, partly out of pain, but mostly out of arousal. This was a completely different side to his otherwise meek kitten. Was it even her, or a cleverly programmed sex-clone?
He didn't have time to dwell on his questions as you moved your lips, leaving featherlight kisses on his neck. You skimmed your lacy core over the tent formed over his crotch, earning a groan from him; your lips reattaching to his yet again. But this kiss wasn't gentle. The basis of this kiss was pure, unadulterated lust for each other. It was messy, but you didn't pull free, attacking his lips with a ferocity which could only be described as raw animalistic need. Tongues meshed, teeth clashed, you hadn't an inch of space between the two of you and yet it felt like you were miles apart. He grasped your ass tightly, pulling you against him, grinding on his hard-on with all your might. You could feel him hurtling towards completion as his hands gripped your head tightly, his lips becoming even more insistent.
No. This was not how it was meant to go. You pulled away from his lips, standing up suddenly and made your way to the kitchen, rather unsteadily, hearing the faint voice of his, cussing out loudly.
"What the fuck was that, kitten? Why'd you leave me hanging like that?"
"Oh, babe. I put in all this effort for you and you're not even gonna get to taste it? Tsk tsk. Not fair." Moving around, acting like you were prepping for dinner, you continued, "You can do whatever you like to me after we've had this delicious dinner that i've been slaving away on for hours."
"Please, kitten." He gasped, his voice hoarse with arousal.
You jumped slightly as you felt him grip your hips, grinding his unclothed erection on your satin-clad behind. Smirking to yourself, you jut your ass out a little, reveling in the power you held over him at the moment. You'd never seen this side of him before. Of course, it was partly owing to your timid demeanour and partly due to him calling the shots.
He ground into you, gaining speed, his grunts become louder and louder. "Fuck, you have the best ass, kitten. I'm gonna fuck it so hard one day. But today, I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk, 'til you're begging me for mercy. Will you let me, kitten? Will you let me inside? Will you let me fill you with my cum?" He whispered in your ear, his fingers toying with your clit.
Pushing away his wandering hands, you turned around and faced him, seemingly displeased. He barely masked his annoyance, caging you between him and the counter. You caught his gaze, folding your arms in defiance.
"Show me how much you want me, Hugh."
He stared at you for a long time, trying to decipher your words. You knew how much he hated you calling him by his first name and yet, you did it. To push his buttons, of course. His façade started cracking, bit by bit as moments passed; not a word said between the two of you.
Pressing himself against you, he whispered, "please, baby. I need you." His lips ghosted over your neck, as he undulated, the feel of him rocking against your stomach going straight to your core. He whimpered, afraid of the way he was feeling and behaving. It was truly unheard of for him to beg; and yet, he did. For you. "Please, kitten. Please let me fuck you." He murmured, hissing as you ran a fingernail along the thick vein of his shaft.
Grasping his hand in yours, you pulled him to your room, glancing back to look at him. He followed you, as if in a daze, his eyes wide and pupils wide, in lust.
This was it. This was the moment you were waiting for.
You surveyed your creation. There he was, completely at your mercy. You don't know what exactly was turning you on more, him on the bed tied up like that, or the power that you wielded over him. It was truly heady, and you were ready for what would unfold next.
Climbing over him, you kissed him soundly, your tongue melding with his, moaning as you felt him shift underneath you. He was hot and heavy against your ass, his hips moving against you fervently, hoping for some sort of relief.
Moving down, you trailed your tongue down his torso, stopping only to lave his nipples, his groan travelling straight to your core. You took his shaft in your mouth, determined to make him cum in your mouth. Bobbing your head, you left no stone unturned, your tongue moving along his entire length, as you took him in inch by inch, relishing the feel of it's weight. You gave it your all, taking a page out of the book of that bitch he was with. Whoever said you learn a lot from a cheating partner was right. Ransom was completely lost, fervently tugging against the restraints, resigned to his fate. His hips moved of their own volition as he thrust inside your mouth, groaning at the sight of your face; mascara running down your cheeks, spit and precum on your chin. You decided to show him who's in charge, swallowing him whole and staying there, trying not to gag. With a shout, he thrust upwards, his hot cum flooding your mouth. You gratefully pulled back, taking a deep breath and after a beat, opening your mouth to show him the result of yoir actions, swallowing his seed. Both breathing heavily, you enjoyed his darkening gaze; the fact that he was devouring you with his eyes. He panted, his mouth slack, eyes hungry.
"Kitten, that was...amazing. I've never felt anything this intense. Untie me now, please. I need to fuck you. Need to feel your sweet pussy clenching around me as I fuck you to heaven and back. C'mon, honey."
Your breath quickened, his words volatile to your already aroused self. Giving him a small smile, you reached over to the drawer, pulling out a ball gag. Holding it up, you saw him eye it warily, his arms trying to pull on his restraints.
"What's..that, babe? I..I don't think-"
"Ransom, do you trust me?" You asked softly, your fingers softly tracing his lips. He visibly gulped, squirming a bit, unsure of where the conversation was headed.
"O..of course, kitten. You should know that by now." He murmured, his voice laced with uncertainty.
"Good. Because I want you to know that I trust you wholeheartedly, with every pore of my being. I trust you with my love, my life, my soul. I know that you would never do anything to hurt me, and that you would always keep my best interests at heart. And I wished for it to be this way forever, till death do us part."
The words tumbled out of your mouth, as the images of him and girl flashed in front of your eyes, in a loop. You could see him get uncomfortable; a guilty look masking the lust from earlier. Fitting the ball gag in his mouth, you slid down till you reached his crotch, ignoring his soft, muffled protests. Grinding against him till you felt him get hard again, you rubbed him against your wet pussy, juices intermingling and creating a mess.
With a single move, you lowered yourself onto him, burying him inside you, the raw fullness threatening to engulf your senses. His muffled groan turned you on like nothing else as you sped up your actions, losing yourself to the rhythm; till you felt yourself reach your crescendo, and with it bringing him to a finish, as he painted your walls with his spend.
Nighttime soothed you. It calmed you down. There was nothing like a long drive in the dark, with only the streetlights keeping you company as the wind blew against your face.
The events of the night kept playing in your head. You hated how it all ended. You'd actually fallen deeply in love with Ransom. But he never would've learnt, would he? No, he would go back to his philandering ways again. Plunging that knife deep into his heart as he was coming down from his high, from his throes of passion; it broke you. His screams still echoed in your ear, haunting and chilling as they were. The sight of blood oozing out of him, akin to a river, and with it, his life, was a troubling scene; the sound of him choking, weeping and begging you for mercy being the final nail to the coffin. But it had to be done. Repentance, penitence, was a necessity. In a way, you'd liberated him of all his sins and evils. Atleast him and the bitch would be together now.
The radio crooned in the background, the punk rock song playing, a true irony to your predicament.
I'm not gonna hear
Your reasons and "Please, just take me backs"
We never were right
Don't waste your breath
You smiled bitterly, realising how the future had changed in an instant. How he had changed it in an instant. You wished he hadn't cheated. You wished he hadn't been an asshole. Most of all, you wished that your final memories of him wouldn't be the sight of his beautiful blue eyes, filled with fear and unshed tears. But that was his fault. All of it.
Softly caressing your belly, you silently made a vow; to raise your son to be a better man than his late father ever was, or even would be. If only he were a better man, he would've been there to witness his child grow up.
Oh well. Third time would be a charm. Hopefully.
86 notes · View notes
Pairing: Ransom x Reader (Marshmallow)
Word Count: 934
Warnings: none, softness, maybe a little bit of angst, but mostly soft domestic Ransom
Request: @thefallenbibliophilequote asked, “Ooo umm can you do 99 (Can I give you a hug? You look upset.) with Ransom? 🖤🖤🖤” and Anonymous asked, “Will you do number 41 (Let me see your scars…) with Ransom x Marshmallow because I love that pair so much?”
Note: This is the first one for this weekend. The next ones got away from me and I need them beta'd before I feel comfortable posting. But have a glimpse into the future for Ransom and Marshmallow from my story Held for Ransom.
Ransom woke with a start, your name gasped on his lips and reached out for the ghost of you. Chest heaving slightly he looked around the room, dark in late hours of the night but his eyes squinted finding you laying beside him, hand curled to your chest with deep even breaths.
Huffing out a sigh he ran a trembling hand through his hair, the adrenaline from his nightmare coursing through him and making his heart hammer. More than a year later and precious sleep was still being stolen from him after that day in the parking garage.
Scoffing at himself he slid from the bed, wandering towards the kitchen for a glass of water. Quietly he pulled down a glass and filled it from the tap, downing it in a few gulps before doing it again. His shoulders hunched, fingers lifting the edge of his shirt running over the scarred flesh.
It all felt so real again.
Knocking you out of the way, the knife slipping in.
Only in his dream, the assailant didn’t run away, he turned on you. Lifting the knife to strike you down as you crouched over him with tears in your pretty eyes.
“Ransom,” you asked sleepily from the door to the kitchen rubbing at your eyes, standing in a Harvard shirt he’s pretty sure he remembered you buying freshman year. “What’s going on? It's nearly three in the morning.”
“Go back to bed, kitten,” he husked, setting the glass in the sink.
“Kitten? Well, now I know something's wrong,” you said, flicking the light on. The two of you wincing at the bright light, you blinked heavily looking over at him and catching his red-rimmed eyes and slightly puffy face. “Are you crying?”
“No Ransom, what happened?”
He was quiet, his jaw clenching as he turned away from you, muttering so low under his breath you had a hard time hearing, “I had that dream again.”
You breathed his name out with a sigh.
“Turn the god damn light off,” he snapped, staring at a fixed point on the counter. Flinching when you shut the light off but didn’t leave him. Ransom squeezed his eyes shut, but doing so made the image of you standing over him appear again and the residual fear well up in his chest once more.
“Can I hug you?”
“Wh-What?” Your question took him by surprise, his head snapping over to where you stood mostly silhouetted by the nightlight in the hallway.
“Can I give you a hug? You look upset, Ransom and I want to hug you.”
He tisked, turning towards you and holding his arms out slightly inviting you closer. The two of you winding your arms around one another in the quiet of the kitchen, pressing his stiff body against your own and just waiting.
Muscle memory had told him to stiffen up, resist as much as possible and make it get over quickly. But Ransom wasn’t as closed off anymore, he wasn’t the same, not after a year with you.
Now Ransom could openly marvel at how perfectly you fit against him, your soft curves melding to the hard outline of his own body. He sunk into your embrace, feeling your hands slide higher on his shoulders, cheek resting against his shoulder, and warm breath caress over his neck with a sigh.
He was reluctant to admit it aloud, but hugging you always felt good. Soothing a part of him he'd never realized needed comforting before. Slowly your hands began to stroke up and down his back and the t-shirt he wore, long smooth soothing caresses that had his guard dropping and his entire body relaxing with you. Soon enough he let out a deep breath, signing into your hair out of reflex.
He hummed slightly, as you slid from his arms. “Let me see your scar,” you whispered, your warm fingers tugging at the edge of his shirt. Lifting it slowly your fingers found the slightly puckered skin, forefinger running along the long incision.
“You’re not the only one who has nightmares about this Ransom. I think about this day a lot,” you whispered, biting your bottom lip, “How I almost lost you. How if anything had been different you wouldn’t have been hurt. Maybe you wouldn’t have been so angry or if I’d just waited and told you I’d seen the book then it-it wouldn’t have happened," sucking in a pained breath your thumb skirted along his skin. "But if it didn’t happen, we wouldn't...”
“But we wouldn’t be here,” he rumbled. Your gaze flicked up to him, hand trailing over his hip briefly, thumb tracing lightly over the flesh. “I wouldn’t be here with you right now. We wouldn't be living together and we certainly wouldn't be engaged.”
Ransom's blue eyes seemed to glow in the limited light of your kitchen, staring back into your own and flitting over your face. “No,” you whispered. “I suppose not.”
“I’m glad that it happened.”
The smallest of laughs bubbled up from you, before cocking your head to the side, “What a strange thing to be happy about Ransom. Getting stabbed.”
"I'm serious," he mumbled, lips pressed against your forehead briefly as he pulled you closer. “If it means I get to kiss you,” he rumbled, leaning in and pressing a brief kiss to your lips. "And if it means I get tended to by Nurse Marshmallow again, maybe get you a tight little outfit this time, I'll gladly take the hit."
You hummed, leaning up and kissing him briefly with a light lip smack before smirking up your soon-to-be husband, “Don’t push your luck.”
163 notes · View notes
Here’s an up to date post for all of my one shots, drabbles, series, etc.
(posts highlighted in red contain smut)
All of my work is 18+, please respect the warnings.
- Jo 🪐
Chris Evans (and his characters)
Family Values - Ransom Drysdale x (adopted) Cousin!Reader
Happy Birthday, Mr. Evans - Chris Evans x Reader
50 notes · View notes
Idk if you take request but if you do then maybe a one bed trope thing with bucky and he gets morning wood and you wake up like what is that and he's like it's the morning and he's not embarrassed and then sex and fluff pls thanks ❤️
PAIRINGS! avengers!bucky x avengers!f!reader
SUMMARY! in which bucky is too tired to be embarrassed of his morning wood.
WARNINGS! unprotected sex, 18+ minors dni, pet names (candy), one sided feelings, sleepy sex kinda, cocky bucky, fingering, oral (f)
A/N! i’m sorry for not making it clear but i am taking requests! currently, i have no works but if i do then my requests would be slightly delayed!
“i am not working with that disgusting man child!” the loud voice rang through the small room. bucky looked up at the girl with a smirk. “c’mon, it’ll be fun! great bonding time.” he teased.
you rolled your eyes and sat in the seat, crossing your arms with a huff. “well, it’s either that or you resign.” tony said, pulling out the letter of resignation. you pulled the pen from his desk and started to write.
“it’s not that bad!” bucky yelled, grabbing the pen and throwing it away. you looked at him and scowled. “okay, well, there’s a motel booked, you two better enjoy.” tony smirked as he walked out.
that night, you had finished packing your bag and you were ready to go. “hi candy.” bucky’s voice sounded through your room. you sighed and turned to him. “what?” you asked.
bucky shrugged and walked towards your bed. “was bored, knew i could annoy you.” bucky smirked, laying back and watching you pack your small bag. “well, you can’t, i have stuff to do.” you said.
you walked into the bathroom and took off your shirt. “shower? i’ll join.” bucky teased, making you scoff and lock your bathroom door.
after your shower, bucky was still in your room so you had to change in the bathroom. you walked out and brushed through your wet hair. “y’look so good right now.” bucky bit his lip.
you scoffed and rolled your eyes, grabbing your skincare and starting it. “wanna do some f’me too, candy?” bucky stood up, sitting next to you. you put some moisturiser on your fingers and slapped his cheek.
bucky sighed and rubbed it in before getting up. “i’d be nice, girlie, we’re going t’be together for a while.” he spat before walking out of the room. you smirked and went back to your skincare.
the next day was completely hectic, you wouldn’t recommend it to absolutely anyone. you and bucky made it to the motel, and to make matters worse, someone thought that the signing under stark was a joke.
it was deleted and now there was only one room with one bed, one single bed. “it’s fine, he can sleep on the floor, bucky pay.” you said, wanting to sit down immediately.
bucky paid and got the key, bringing you to the room. you took the shower first, knowing that if you sat down you wouldn’t get up again. you walked out, seeing bucky wrapping up his wounds.
he went into shower and you took over with wrapping up the small wounds scattered all over you. bucky quickly came out, wrapped in only a towel around his waist.
you looked up at him before looking back at the bed. “y’know you were supposed to use the towels as a blanket.” you spoke as you jumped back, getting under the blanket.
bucky rolled his eyes and changed into his pyjamas. “i can’t sleep on the floor without a blanket.” bucky said, standing next to the bed. you shrugged and opened your phone.
“there’s a lot of space in the bed, are they sure it’s a single?” bucky asked, looking around you. you sighed and move over, opening up the covers. bucky smiled and got in, making himself comfortable.
you sighed and turned off your phone, as well as the small lamp beside the bed. “bucky i’m falling off the fucking bed.” you groaned, your ass cheek literally falling from the bed.
bucky lifted you up, now you were almost sitting on him. “night, candy.” bucky smirked, placing his head into your neck. you sighed and tried to fall asleep.
you were rudely woken up a few hours later by bucky’s leg falling over your own legs and something poking your lower back. “bucky.” you said, hitting his hip. he groaned.
you did it again, and again, and again, until finally, he lifted his head. “what the fuck is poking me?” you asked, looking back at him. “huh? oh, it’s my dick.” he mumbled, putting his head back.
“your dick?” you asked. he nodded and pulled your into his chest. “yeah, it’ll go down later, j’come back to sleep.” he whispered, kissing your shoulder. you jerked your shoulder, hitting him in the nose.
he groaned and moved back quickly. “fuck!” he yelled, holding the bridge of his nose. “don’t kiss me.” you said, shaking your head and going back to your original position.
you tried to deny it, but you felt a certain shock through your body when bucky kissed your shoulder. bucky got out of the bed to clean his, now bloody, nose.
bucky got back into bed, and pulled you close into him. “it’s the least y’can fuckin’ do.” he said, pulling you into him, the feeling of his boner against him made your panties dampen.
“i know you’re wet, can smell ya.” bucky mumbled, moving your hair away and kissing your neck. you whined and pushed him off. “c’mon candy, we’re both horny, might as well relieve some pressure.”
you moved your hand from him and let him continue to kiss your neck. “fine, but in this position i don’t want to look at you.” you mumbled. bucky nodded and pulled down your pants.
he pulled down your panties before slapping your ass. “i’ve fuckin’ dreamed of this moment since i met ya.” he whispered in your ear. you bit your lip and looked down at his hand on your waist.
he pulled down his pants and boxers before sliding his tip through your slit. you gasped quietly and gripped his hand. bucky smirked and slid into you.
you moaned and your hand on his hand tightened. “there y’go.” he groaned, slowly sliding in and out of you. you whined and wiggled your hips.
bucky but his lip and pressed his thumb into your ass. “y’feel s’fuckin’ good, candy.” bucky grumbled as he continued at his painfully slow pace. you slapped his hip and whined.
“faster, harder, anything.” you complained, gripping at his naked hip. bucky complied and thrusted faster, the sound of their skin slapping was slightly muted by the sheets.
bucky whined and lifted you up. “candy, i’m gettin’ no where in this position, let’s change, hm?” he mumbled. you nodded and sat on his lap, turning around the face him.
“gonna look at me, candy?” he teased, gripping your hips. you sighed and rolled your eyes, sliding onto him. “shut up bucky, i’m using you for your dick.” you moaned.
you felt bucky’s tip bounce off all the right angles, hitting your sweet spot. “fuck! oh god!” your legs squeezed around his waist, crying out in pleasure. “ya look s’fuckin’ good takin’ my cock like a good girl.”
you rolled your eyes to the back of your head as you felt the knot in your stomach fall onto the verge of snapping. “oh my god i’m gonna cum.” you moaned, gripping his shoulders.
your nails dug into his skin and left crescent shapes as you released all over him. your body curled up and you fell back. bucky pulled out and finished on your lower stomach.
instead of getting back into bed, bucky bent over and rubbed your clit, sliding a finger inside you. “what are you doing?” you asked, looking down at him. he shrugged and started pumping his fingers in and out.
you moaned and arched your back. “i wanna see if this pretty cunt can squirt.” he moved his fingers from your clit, connecting his lips instead. your eyes were sat at the back of your head.
bucky pulled his fingers out and soon replaced it with his tongue. “bucky.” you dragged out in a whine. bucky smirked and pulled away, sliding his fingers inside you again.
“c’mon, candy, squirt for me.” he moaned, continuing to suck on your clit. you felt an unfamiliar knot form in your lower stomach. “fuck, fuck, fuck!” you moaned out.
bucky curled his fingers and practically assaulted your sweet spot. “holy fuck!” you yelped, feeling yourself come loose. you squirted all over bucky’s face, making him moan quietly.
“that’s it, candy.” he smirked as he pulled away, cleaning you up with his tongue. you tried to regain your breath as bucky went to clean his face.
bucky came back and sat down in front of you. “so, still hate me?” he asked, helping you with your pants. you sat up and nodded. “yup, night buck.” you said as you crawled back into bed.
689 notes · View notes
Ransom Drysdale x Famous!Reader
Word Count: 1.3k
Summary: Ransom shows you that you're not alone.
Warnings: y/n is a brat im so sorry, mentions of alcohol and weed, slightly soft ransom?? Pretend like "Knives Out" never happened,
A/N: This is my eighth prompt for ‘Sour’
Nepotism Babies in Hollywood.
You stand in the corner of the party, your eyes following a group of girls who have never worked hard a day in their lives. They're only here because their parents were lucky enough to be famous, meaning their children are automatically famous.
Nepotism. You'll never understand it.
You're here because you worked hard to be where you are, at the top of Hollywood. You've acted in several movies, all grossing more than $2 million.
"Y/n, what are you doing here?" You hear a voice call out. You turn to face the voice, your eyes rolling back in their sockets.
Ransom Drysdale. The biggest nepotism baby of all times. He's only at this party because his grandfather runs a huge publishing company. You chug down the glass of tequila in your hand, preparing yourself for this conversation. You don't know Ransom that well, having only spoken to him a handful of times, but you've heard from several people that he's an asshole.
"I'm here because I earned it," You snarl, suddenly feeling anger toward the innocent man. What does he mean, what are you doing here? You belong here, you might be the only person here that actually belongs here.
Ransom chuckles, raising an eyebrow. "Care to elaborate?" He asks, standing next to you. Your head is filled with the smell of his cologne, along with the faint smell of weed.
You inhale the smell, suddenly wishing you were the one that had been smoking. "You wouldn't understand," You mutter, barely audible over the music filling the room.
Ransom nudges your arm with his elbow, a smirk growing on his face. "Try me,"
You look up at him, rolling your eyes as you give in. "Fine. Look at everyone in this room. What do they all have in common?" You ask him. He looks around the room, peering over his glass. Once he's done, he looks back at you.
"They're all incredibly good-looking," He jokes, causing you to groan. "See? I knew you wouldn't take it seriously," You say, trying to block out the sound of Ransom laughing.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," He laughs, leaning against the wall. You sigh, fixing your eyes one on girl in particular.
"Take Kendall, for example. She's only famous because her mother married Robert Kardashian. She's literally only famous because someone murdered someone else." You say, your annoyance growing.
Ransom smiles at you, his eyebrow raised once again. "And what does that have to do with you?" He asks. He's closer now, hovering over you. You look up at him, shrugging your shoulders.
Maybe you're being dramatic, but you can't help it. You left home at 16 to move across the country, that's how bad you wanted to be an actress. There were many nights you went hungry, using all of the money you had to land more roles.
The majority of Hollywood will never experience that.
"Nothing. It's just hard to see everyone else having it so easy. While I'm working hard for my fame, most of the nepotism babies are on vacation. They all make money because their bodies are perfect. More power to them, I guess," you say, muttering the last part.
You never want to come across as a bitter woman, you believe in woman lifting up other women. But that doesn't mean you can't be frustrated at the system.
Ransom playfully puts an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. The action doesn't make you uncomfortable at all. If anything, it relaxes you. "What do you say we get out of here?" He asks.
You pull away from him, furrowing your eyebrows. "Seriously? I pour my heart out to you and you try to get in my pants?" You ask, disgusted.
Ransom rolls his eyes, placing his cup on a nearby table. "No, y/n. Believe it or not, I actually want to show you something," He says. You stare at him, trying to spot any trace of mischievous intentions.
When you don't see any, you give in, taking his extended hand. You allow him to lead you through the crowd, wondering where he's taking you. He's been surprisingly pleasant during your conversation, you don't want him to screw it up.
He leads you out to where he's parked, his fancy car. "Are you seriously rubbing your fancy car in my face?" You ask, watching him as he opens the passenger door.
"No," He says, motioning for you to get in the car. You stare at him, not moving a muscle. Ransom sighs, stomping his foot like a little child. "Just get in the car," He orders.
You give in, not wanting to argue. You sit in the leather seat, the cold leather cooling down your warm thighs. Ransom gets in the driver's seat, instantly starting up the car. The radio comes on, the car filling up with the sound of a song you would bet was on 50 shades of grey.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes as he pulls away from the party, driving down the road. The night sky is clear, except for the few blinking lights overhead. Ransom hums the song, his hand on the gearstick.
"You're not going to kill me, are you?" You ask, your voice cutting through the silence. Ransom chuckles, his eyes straight ahead. "No, thanks. I don't want to go to jail for killing the hottest actress in Hollywood right now,"
You blush at his confession, your eyes dropping to your lap. You ride in silence for the rest of the way, until you're parked in front of a rundown apartment complex.
You glance over at Ransom, your eyebrows furrowed. "Okay, I'm seriously starting to think that you're going to kill me," You say.
Ransom doesn't smile, not even chuckling quietly. You swallow the lump in your throat, looking back at the complex. "I know you think I'm just a spoiled brat who was handed everything he ever wanted," Ransom starts.
You keep your mouth shut, not wanting to interrupt. He's right, everyone thinks he's a spoiled brat.
"But that's not true. As soon as I turned 18, my family kicked me out. Said they wanted me to fend for myself," He mutters, clearing his throat.
You want to reach out to touch his hand so badly, you've never seen him like this before. If the car wasn't dark, you could've sworn you saw a tear run down his cheek.
"I bounced from couch to couch for a while, before saving up enough money to rent an apartment here. It took everything I had to pay the rent, so there were some nights I didn't eat," He tells you. His voice is shaky now, you can't resist any longer.
You reach out to touch his hand, your thumb rubbing the skin lightly. "Ran, you don't have to tell me this," You say, the nickname rolling off of your tongue.
He glances over at you, a soft smile on his lips. "I just want you to know that you're not alone. Not everyone had everything handed to them." He explains.
You practically shrink back in your seat, embarrassed by the way you had been acting. You have no right to judge, you don't know anyone's story. You certainly wouldn't' have expected this from him.
"My grandpa saw how hard I had been working and invited me to work with him at the publishing company. I was able to work my way up to the top from there,"
Ransom moves his hand, his now on top of yours. He holds your hand, his eyes focused on you. "I didn't mean to judge," You say, your voice barely above a whisper.
Without hesitation, Ransom brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the skin. You blush at the action, liking this side of him.
Maybe he's not such an asshole after all.
Taglist: @cevansxsstan @iwannagotospaceforever @soccer-100000 @lharrietg @well-do-that-together-too @hista-girl @pigwidgeonxo @ilikeeverythingx @msvilela @bananapie99 @thoughstofaredhead @rvgrsbrns @one1-direction @brooke-supernatural16 @princess-evans-addict @melissad1974 @alexabarnes17 @oneds-world @bval-1 @carlybubs @redcoatgirl @piggyinthesea @chvntelle-99 @mylifeasltd8 @misschil3 @sleutherclaw @justreadingficsdontmindme @weenersoldierr @janeyboo @patzammit @leyannrae @wwburnerblog @sohosteve @anonymousswritings
73 notes · View notes
Sorry for the lack of posts. I promise I’m still writing and all that fun stuff, but I’ve been really drained as of late. It’s just taking longer than usual to crank them out. Not because I don’t have an idea, just because of lack of energy. Y’all have chapters and a one shot coming your way soon!!
I love you and pls be kind to yourselves. Remember to drink water and eat meals. Okay, that’s all, bye.
10 notes · View notes
Mrs. Drysdale - Siri's 5k Soft Dark Challenge
a/n: creds to @stargazingfangirl18 for this amazing challenge!! congrats on 5k, and i hope you all love this fun one-shot! this is my first ransom fic, but i'm obsessed with knives out so it was a lot of fun. i was planning on including smut then decided against it, but please let me know if this needs a sequel ;) until then, here's my submission!
also: happy birthday chris evans <3
pairing: dark!ransom drysdale x reader
word count: just over 7.0k (sorry! i promise it's worth it)
warnings: misogyny, mentions of losing family, angst, fluff, heavy blackmail, degradation, obsession, heavy dirty talk, mentions of marriage/pregnancy, forced marriage, language. 18+ only, and i mean it.
prompts used: "come on, just a little taste." + forced/arranged marriage AU + obsession AU + dirty talk
sneak-peek: you owe your life to the drysdale family after the loss of your own family. harlan thrombey offers you the job of a lifetime, but to secure it, you might have to join the family another way: by becoming mrs. ransom drysdale.
all dividers created by the lovely @firefly-graphics :)
The long, narrow pass through a forest of brightly colored leaves. The weathered wood carved elephants at the entrance. The forest green gate to your right that you had snuck in and out of more times than you could count. Fragments of your childhood that would be left there forever. Whether you liked it or not, Harlan’s estate is practically your home, and you are part of the family.
At this time of day, you were usually organizing and restocking the shelves of the small bookstore you work at. Today, however, you had gotten a call in the middle of your shift. Your phone was silenced, except for one number.
“Harlan? What’s going on, are you okay?” He knew you’d be working at this hour on a Saturday. You had told him that the other day when he was scheduling his family dinner party for the evening, but you hadn’t planned on arriving for a few more hours.
You hear a soft chuckle from his end, your anxiety instantly lowering. “Of course, Y/N, you’re not my emergency dispatch. I have a favor to ask of you, could you be up at the house in half an hour? With your belongings, of course, for the weekend.”
You swallow hard, finding an isolated corner of the store to talk to him. “I can try… you know I’m at the book shop, right?”
“It’s just one time, I’m sure a hard worker like you has never needed to leave early before. Let me know if you have any problems, I’m just a call away. 30 minutes, Y/N, I’ll see you then.”
Your manager at the bookstore hardly complained as you were leaving early to help the world-renowned best-seller Harlan Thrombey. 20 minutes later, you found yourself early as you pulled in front of the manor.
The crisp mid-autumn breeze catches you off guard as you step out of your Audi. You had missed living further from the city and near the Thrombeys, but you couldn’t find any apartments close enough or in your price range.
A slam of your car door makes your presence known, and soon enough, you can see Linda Drysdale running to the door. “Y/N!” she exclaims with a smile, opening the door. Harlan’s German shepherds scurry outside with her, running ahead to greet you. You kneel down a bit as they lick your face excitedly, their tails wagging. “I didn’t know you were coming this early, you should have called!” She embraces you in a tight hug, something she wouldn’t usually give to people outside her beloved family.
You smile as you hug her back, placing your chin on her shoulder. “I’m sorry Linda; Harlan called and said he needed to speak with me. I dropped everything to come here, I was even scheduled for another hour,” you sigh.
“You still have that silly little job downtown?” She pulls away from you to look into your eyes. “How many times have I told you that we can take care of you? You don’t have to work another day in your life,” she smiles. Her tone is only slightly condescending, but you know she had good intentions. She treats you as if you were the daughter she’s never had and spoils you like her own.
Ever since the night of the fire, you had lost everything. Your mother wouldn’t let you come to the party on 222 North Avenue, yet invited any adult relative she could think of for a reunion. A candelabra fell off a table into a decoration, or so the firemen told you, eventually causing the mansion to burst into flames. Along with every person inside of it.
You were staying at the Thrombey’s house when you received the news, and a 14-year-old girl suddenly turned into an orphan in seconds. Linda had been your mother’s best friend and made sure you were close to her son Ransom growing up, so when disaster struck, Linda took you under her wing. You became a Thrombey, a Drysdale, a part of their family, and you could never repay them in full for their kindness. It kept you close to the family, living not too far from each of them when you were old enough to move out.
“Is that Y/N? Dinner isn’t until 7, what is she doing here so early?” you hear Richard say from the door, walking through the gravel to see you. He gives you a less intimate hug, one that could be better classified as a glamorous pat on the back, but you don’t expect much from him. That’s his way of showing his love. He takes the bags from your backseat without another word.
“Harlan called her in early to talk,” Linda explains, gently placing her hand on your shoulder. “We should get you inside, Harlan is probably-”
Richard huffs quite loudly, and you peer over at him. “Didn’t Ransom and I warn you a white car wasn’t the best idea? Especially with how you pull forward onto those bumper blockers, you’re tearing up the front end,” he sighs as he inspects your Audi. Another blaring reminder that he bought it for you. However, you smile at the memory of the fight you had with them in the dealership. “Once you get settled in, he and I can paint over this, it’ll look better in no time.
You raise your eyebrows at his words. “So Ransom will be here this weekend? I remember Meg mentioning he had something going on with a few of his college friends,” you paraphrase her words, leaving out the number of times she said the phrase ‘trust fund prick’ in each sentence over FaceTime.
“Oh, he’ll be here. He made sure of it,” Linda starts to say as Richard brings your bags inside. She leads you towards the house. “I told him you’d be staying the weekend, and he cleared his schedule. It seems you have some catching up to do, you two haven’t talked in the longest time.”
Yes, Linda, for a good reason, you think to yourself. Ransom has been your best friend, the only person who truly knew you, for the majority of your life. His family seemed to forget the last ten years when he became the biggest pain your ass had ever seen. It was no wonder you moved the furthest away from him as possible and spent months away from him, at least to you. “W-Wow, that’s nice of him. I thought he’d possibly text me first or something, it’s just a little unexpected,” you explain as you walk through the front door.
“You and he are so alike, it’s like you two are meant to be.”
Before you can protest Linda’s words, Harlan emerges from his study. “Y/N, with five minutes to spare. Punctual as always, come in,” he smiles, beckoning you into the room. “Richard, please put her bags in her room for the weekend.”
You enter Harlan’s magnificent study, your eyes scanning the room to look at all the artifacts of his writing. The memorabilia from his years of experience, and the very things that sparked his creative genius. You notice a new object he hadn’t found a place for quite yet sitting on his desk, and you walk over to it. “An Erlenmeyer flask,” you speak up just as Harlan closes the door, “is this part of your newest murder method?”
Harlan chuckles as he takes a seat, and you sit opposite of him with the flask still in your hands. “Precisely,” he smiles. “Your ideas about a college laboratory were brilliant, and they’re the center of the newest novel.” Beaming with pride, he holds up a dark violet-colored book. “I’m unveiling it tonight at the company anniversary dinner. I expect you to be standing right beside me when I do, as I’ve made sure to credit you inside. Most of the ideas in here were yours, those fantastic ideas that formed an entire plot. All those visits paid off, and I really do appreciate your help.”
You’re breathless. Credit in a Harlan Thrombey novel, even on the back cover, would change your life forever. “Harlan… you can’t be serious. That plot was completely made up by you, I just helped you brainstorm…”
“When have I ever not been serious with you, Y/N? I’ll show you the details later, but first… I have to show you what I brought you in here for.” He shuffles around some papers on his desk before his eyes settle back on you. “You have more talent and potential than you think, and as much as I’m happy you’re working hard, I don’t think being a bookstore clerk is fulfilling your full potential. That’s why I want you to work for me.”
Again, utterly breathless. It had been your dream to work for his publishing company, to eventually start your own company, and to write your own stories. You had looked up to him so much in your youth, and somehow that little girl’s dream is coming true. It seems almost too good to be true. “A-Are you sure? I live 30 minutes away in the city, well, 20 if I’m speeding, and you know I don’t have experience in any of this. Which department would you even hire me to?
Harlan cracks a smile, taking a pen and starting to write on the sheet of paper. “You have plenty of experience. I’ve trained you in creative writing and publishing, and you can learn anything you haven’t learned yet from the big boss himself,” he smiles, pointing to his chest. “You can work anywhere you’d like… publishing, finances, media and entertainment, you can even continue brainstorming for me… I just don’t want you to sell yourself short of what you’re worth.”
“Why are you doing all this for me?” you ask suddenly, overwhelmed with the bombs he’s dropped in the past five minutes. “I don’t mean to sound rude or ungrateful at all, but the only other people you’ve handed jobs to are your own kids. I’m not your family, I-I’m not even blood-related… Why am I so high on your priorities list?”
“Who told you that you weren’t family?” he counters instantly, raising his eyebrows. “You’ve worked incredibly hard to get to where you are. You lost everything in an instant, your blood-related family, your parents’ life savings… but we’re your new family.” A tear threatens to escape as you look at Harlan. “I see you as my own granddaughter, tenacious and ambitious. I’ve handed every single person in this household their lives on a silver platter, besides you, and you seem to be doing the best overall. You were willing to work hard, to put in the effort, to be successful. You deserve a break, and I’d like someone like you on my team.”
You sigh, a smile creeping onto your face. How could you say no to that? “Harlan, you know I’ve wanted to work for you since I was young, but I do live very far away. I don’t really want to move to Boston to work in publishing, and it’s still a long drive to get here every day. I don’t know if it will work.”
“Nonsense!” he declares, starting to write more on the sheet. You can now tell that it's an information sheet for his company, no doubt for legal purposes, but he knows you so well that he’s able to fill it out on his own. “You can always stay in one of the guest rooms here… no, stay with Ransom just down the road! I don’t understand why you haven’t just moved in with him yet, I’m sure he’d be thrilled to have you live with him.”
You furrow your eyebrows a bit, confused at his choice of words. Linda was talking with the same tone… what was Ransom up to? “Why exactly are you surprised I haven’t moved in with him yet?” you ask, your hands gripping the ends of the armrests.
“I’ve never seen him so happy before,” he barely attempts to answer your question, though his response is more than sufficient. “His eyes light up when he talks about you, you know, and he dropped everything to be here. It’s a wonder that you two haven’t seen each other in so long and still are together. It was written in the stars,” Harlan smiles, looking at you.
There it is. You had wondered why it sounded like Ransom had dropped everything to be at the party for you… because that’s what he’s doing. After years of being denied and rejected by you, he simply decided to lie to his entire family. There was something in his one-track brain that kept him obsessed with you, never accepting ‘no’ as an answer. Each time you stopped him, you became more of a challenge; now, he’s finishing what he started. “Well then, that's a good idea! Moving in with Ransom,” you fake a smile, worried that he would see through your lie. He knows you very well. But how could Ransom lie so well to his entire family without you even knowing? You needed to talk to him before the situation escalated.
“I’ll finalize your paperwork tomorrow, and I advise you to send in your two weeks’ notice first thing tomorrow morning at that bookstore. For now, get settled in, and we can tell Ransom the good news later tonight.”
You nod, holding back any bit of sarcasm left in your voice. “Will do, I’ll see you in a little bit,” you smile as you get up out of your chair on your way out, you turn around to face Harlan. Your hand grips the door already. “Thank you. Thank you so much, for everything, I won’t let you down,” you promise him.
He smiles back from the desk. “Don’t worry about that, Y/N. You could never let me down.”
You could never let me down. The words reverberate through your mind. They’re true in some sense; professionally, you could never let Harlan down. You love to write and brainstorm with him, and the two of you would make an amazing team. You could, however, let him down in other ways. You could break his grandson’s heart, or at least that’s the story Ransom would tell. How did you even get into this mess?
“You okay, Y/N? You’re getting lost in your own thoughts, I can tell.”
You smile up at Meg as she takes a seat next to you in the small room just off the foyer. “I’m alright, just a lot going on over here. Did you hear the lie that Ranson’s been spinning?”
She laughs, nodding and sitting back a little. “You’re just hearing about that? You really have been away for a while, he started telling us a few months ago. According to him, you two have been on countless dates, and there’s talk of an engagement.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you gasp, putting your head in your hands. “We haven’t gone on any, besides that fake one we went on in high school to get Trevor Stevens jealous of me. I’ve been trying to find someone in the city this whole time, I’m not with Ransom at all.”
“I know,” she cracks a smile, and you smile back a little. “I know you’d never date Ransom, much less marry him… but his lie has convinced the entire family. It’s gonna be hard convincing them otherwise, and you might just have to tolerate him for the weekend.” She notices your smile fade, taking one of your hands. “C’mon, let’s just enjoy this time without him. We can hang in my room for a little while.”
It was times like this when you reminded yourself why Meg was your favorite.
She takes you to the room she’s staying in with Joni, whose face lights up the second she sees you. “Y/N! Congrats on making it official, I always knew you and Ransom would end up together. Even before Meg was around, you two were attached at the hip. I’m just surprised he hasn’t put a ring on it yet,” she gestures to your bare ring finger, and you flash a small smile at her.
“Thanks, Joni, it’s only a matter of time,” you can’t stop lying to her, afraid of what everyone would think if you told the truth. They wouldn’t believe you; Ransom had gone too far into the lie.
“Of course. I’ll be in the study if you need me. Harlan needed to speak with me about the yearly allowance for a little while, but it should only be for a little while,” Joni smiles, getting up from her guest bed that she had been sitting on as she goes to the door.
“Bye, Mom,” Meg calls out as the door closes, and she looks right back at you. “You’re gonna let him get away with this, are you serious? He has you right where he wants you now, you need to fight back!”
“Meg!” you start to raise your voice, sitting on Joni’s bed. “What can I do? The entire family has thought we’ve been a couple for months now apparently, and I’ve already lied to enough people in the family. Linda, Richard, your mom, Harlan… Harlan’s offering me the job of a lifetime, a creative writer for his company. I’ve always wanted to work for him, and he’s giving me the opportunity… I can see him taking away the offer if I don’t go through with this.”
She shakes her head in disbelief, seeing the defeat in your eyes. “No, they wouldn’t do that. Harlan knows you. Everyone knows how controlling Ransom can be, especially when it comes to you. You shouldn’t have to lie, you’re family…”
“But I’m not, Meg. I’m not a Thrombey, and you know it. They’re going to take Ransom’s word over mine, and I don’t really want to lose the only family I have left. Maybe I just need to become a Drysdale…”
“Absolutely not,” Meg rolls her eyes. “You are not giving up. You’re talking to Ransom, and he’s going to fix all of this-”
Suddenly there’s a knock on the bedroom door, and Joni’s smiling face peeks through. “Ladies, we have a visitor!” She winks at you, gesturing for you to step outside.
You grimace as you can already hear his deep voice from the hall. “Well, mother, I would have been here sooner if the gardener could have arrived on time. Apparently, in his language, ‘noon’ means ‘five o’clock.’ And I’m not leaving him alone with the gate unlocked, no way in hell.”
Meg leads the way as she steps out of the bedroom, grabbing your hand to pull you with her. “Well maybe if you got a job and had some extra funds, you could hire a halfway decent gardener as Harlan has. Did you see his garden outback? He hasn’t lifted a single finger, I can’t believe-”
“Y/N.” You look up to see Ransom staring right at you, your name sounding like a growl as it comes out. He seems to ignore Linda completely as he walks over to you. Meg’s grip on your hand tightens. “Baby, it’s been too long. I’ve missed you so much.”
You can see the smirk on his face as he looks into your eyes. His own little victory, you think to yourself as he opens his arms, and you reluctantly release yourself from Meg’s restraint. Moving against his chest, you can smell the expensive cologne he would always wear engulfing you, overwhelming your senses. “I’ve missed you too,” you lie right through your teeth. You used to love this man, your best friend in the entire world. Right now, it feels like he wants to control that world, and you know that your cocky best friend is gone.
He reluctantly pulls away, shooting a glare of daggers at Meg. “Why don’t we head somewhere private,” he suggests, looking down at you with a wink, “to talk.”
Before you can say another word, he’s leading you up the steps. “Second door on your right,” Richard calls to him, and once the two of you are in the hall and out of view, he’s pulling you along behind him. Pushing open the door, he practically shoves you into the guest bedroom before closing the door behind him.
“Hugh,” you mutter, using the name you know he hates as the door clicks shut, “what the hell did you do? Why is everyone convinced that we’re together?” You eye the bags Richard brought in for you on the bed, right next to the ones Ransom brought for the weekend. Perfect, you think to yourself, wishing you could just walk out the door.
He chuckles darkly, raising his eyebrows. “Really? When did you turn into the help? You know how much I fucking hate it when you call me that, of all people. Don’t take that tone with me.”
You roll your eyes, staring him down. “I’m serious. Why did you tell everyone that I’m your girlfriend? I would never date someone like you.”
“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it too,” he starts to smile, moving towards you. “My lips back on yours, this beautiful body beneath me.”
“No,” you breathe out, almost as if you’re reminding yourself. It’s true; you had a desperate crush when you lived with him. He’d been your first kiss, your second one, possibly your third or fourth… depending on how drunk you had gotten on prom night. Even knowing he was a player and would break your heart, he somehow still owned it. After all these years, he still had a firm grip on you. He didn’t need to know that if he didn’t already. Thoughts come flooding back to you of the time you spent thinking of him, gradually heating your core.
You spin around away from him, but you suddenly feel Ransom pressed against your back. His hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against him before they snake up your body and follow your curves. “Yes,” he growls. “I know you’ve dreamed of how I would feel inside you, especially after you walked in on me after the pool party during our junior year. I was just across the hall, waiting for you patiently. Thinkin’ about that tight little cunt, how it’d squeeze me so tight. Come on, just a little taste.” he whispers darkly, pressing kisses along your neck.
You can feel him kissing in one spot for a bit too long, and before you can stop him, he latches on with his teeth. You push away from him, but his strong arm has already snaked around your waist. “Ransom,” you attempt to yell at him, but it comes out as a desperate whimper. Your body already defying you, you keep trying to pull away.
“That’s it, baby, give into that feeling. You’re mine, you’ve always been mine.” You look down to see his hand around your waist loosening to snake down further. Taking the chance, you finally pull away from him, turning to glare at him. “Playin’ hard to get, are we?”
“Just drop it, okay?” you almost yell at him, your face flushed red from how much he was riling you up. Meg was right; he had you right where he wanted you. He was having an effect on you, and his smirk didn’t dissolve. “You need to give up on this stupid fantasy of yours, I’ve moved on. I have my own life in the city now, my own apartment, my own job, and -”
“What, you’d like to work in a fucking bookstore for the rest of your life?” Ransom looks very angry now, and you hadn’t seen him this angry in a long time. “Moving half an hour away from me, distancing yourself from me won’t keep you from me. You think you can go from living off our scraps to suddenly being on your own? You don’t belong down there, you deserve so much more… but you know that already, don’t you?”
Your eyes narrow as you watch him move closer. “What are you getting at, Hugh-”
“You know goddamn well that’s not my name,” he seethes, looking you dead in the eyes. His face is just inches from yours, but you stand your ground. “Don’t play dumb with me, sweetheart; Harlan told me about the deal he’s making with you. His own personal helper around here, it’s all he ever talks about, you know. He told me about it first, in fact; he asked if you could stay with your loving boyfriend just down the street while you worked for him.” He smirks, firmly gripping your chin so you can look into his eyes. “It’d be a shame if he found out you’re turning down his favorite grandson. He definitely wouldn’t hire you then, and I know just how much you’ve been wanting your ‘big break.’”
You glare at him, partly speechless. He simply confirms your suspicions of his plan; he holds your future in his strong hands, and you knew he wouldn’t let go of it for the world. You start to use Meg’s logic, hoping it would hold up against the furious man in front of you. “I’m a part of this family too, after everything they’ve given me… Harlan’s like my grandfather, he wouldn’t cut me off like that…”
“Oh, but he would,” Ransom smiles back, not missing a beat. “You’re not truly a Thrombey, just a little desperate orphan girl. You’re lucky my mom pities you so much, and even she agrees with me. We gave you everything; a roof over your head, a room across from mine, food on the table, a fucking car, a childhood… and you can’t even sacrifice your hand in marriage. Pathetic, in my opinion. I can take that all away.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Baby, you know I would. You know what I’m capable of.” He leans with his arm against the wall behind you, and you back up until you hit the wall. “For starters, I could show the family this dating profile you created while you were living it up in the city. After we started dating,” he smiles.
You glare at him as he pulls out his phone. “There’s nothing on there worth looking into, that thing got me only two dates… one of them ghosted me, and the other one called me a whore.” The word stings in your throat, but Ransom smiles at your response.
“Did you ever find out why you’ve been out of luck with these guys?” His face moves closer to yours, his breath fanning over your face. “Didn’t you link your Facebook account to your profile? I’d check that if I were you.”
His lips brush against your cheek as you reach into your pocket, pulling out your own phone. You unlock it and click on the Facebook app, sighing as his lips trail down lower. They find their place back on your neck, biting another dark hickey into your skin. “Fuck, Ransom, stop that!” you try to push him off, but he only bites harder. Figuring it would make a mark no matter what, you move your hands back to check your profile. You have to view your account as a guest, as the login isn’t working. Along the top of your profile shows a status that you never thought you would ever see.
In a relationship with Ransom Drysdale.
He can see your face fall, but it only makes him smile wider. “A beautiful sight, isn’t it? You’ve been so busy with working at that little book shop with no time for social media, but don’t you worry… I took that over. Why don’t you see just how active you’ve been on there?”
Ransom shows you his phone screen, though his grip on it is strong enough to keep it in his hand. You scroll through and gaze at the timeline; he posted every day for the past three months.
Pictures of you and him going to the movies or going for coffee years ago were captioned ‘first official date’ and ‘special night out with my love!’ Throughout the past couple of months, he posted throwback photos of the two of you, from the homecoming court to football games to late-night swims in the Drysdales’ pool to the day you moved out. Each was captioned with something sappy about him, followed by, ‘miss you!’ or ‘can’t wait to see you again!’ Clearly, he had thought this through.
He even sprinkled in pictures without him, a few with your friend from the bookshop, and more with your college friends when you went out for drinks or for brunch. The photos looked like he had taken them from their accounts, but they bought into the illusion with their sweet comments and a large number of likes on each post.
“Cute, isn’t it? It’s been my favorite pastime, and I’ll keep monitoring it until you move in with me. Then we can both add to it, to make it perfect.”
You’d love to punch him. Square in the face. Right in that perfect nose. Make it black and blue. You keep reminding yourself that you can’t, though, as you look into his eyes. “This is disgustingly creepy, Ransom, even for you. You’ve been controlling my life, killing my social life completely… all so you can just sleep with me?”
He raises his eyebrows, letting out an involuntary sound. Almost a growl. His hand goes back to grab your chin, making you look right at him. He keeps his thumb in place as his other fingers are splayed across your neck. He’s getting to his breaking point. “Have you not been listening to a fucking word I’ve said? You’re mine, you don’t need those weak little punks when I can give you the life you’ve always wanted.” His features soften a bit, but you stay where you are. “A loving husband, plenty of money at our expense, all the time in the world to write your novels… our own children running around the house,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your lips this time.
You couldn’t lie to yourself; Ransom understands you. He knows better than anyone what you want because that’s what you’ve wanted since you were kids playing house together. You’ve dreamed of marrying him, cockiness and all. Maybe it’s your conscience telling you you’re meant to be with him, like every Thrombey in the house kept reminding you. Or it may be because you haven’t gotten kissed in, what, a year? Either way, you don’t stop him from kissing you, though your hands cautiously go to his cable knit sweater under his jacket to push him away if needed.
“Ah, the two lovebirds. Breaking in the room already, I see?” Your eyes widen when you hear Richard from the door, trying to push away, but the man in front of you keeps you in his embrace for just another moment.
Coming up for air, Ransom chuckles a bit. “Damn, couldn’t have been worse timing, Dad,” he mumbles, looking behind you before he looks back into your eyes. “This isn’t over.”
Richard opens the door further. “I hate to be the buzzkill, but it’s just about seven. Harlan would like everyone to help set up, guests are arriving soon. Y/N…” his eyes drift over to you as you step out from behind Ransom. “That bookstore outfit won’t do. Joni left you a dress for tonight in the closet, she mentioned that it matches Ransom’s scarf.”
You open the closet door next to you and take out a purple dress. The design was definitely Joni; you knew she loved the beautiful pastel-colored florals and a floor-length skirt. The plunging neckline, though, was much lower than her usual fashion; you could tell it would be a much lower cut than you were used to, but someone would love it.
Ransom smiles right at you as he looks at the dress. “Would you look at that, it does match me. Sweetheart, throw that on for me and head downstairs when you’re ready. I’ll save you a seat.” You feel him press a kiss to your neck, right where he had bitten the skin raw.
With that, you hear the door close behind them, their voices trailing off and their footsteps making their way down the creaky stairs. You gaze at the beautiful dress in front of you, trying to make a plan of your next steps. Nothing comes to mind, though, and you find yourself without much fight left. Would it be so bad to be a Drysdale, Mrs. Ransom Drysdale?
You throw on some fresh mascara as you look in the mirror of the bathroom. For a look done in five minutes, you had cleaned up well.
Luckily you had done your hair hours ago before your shift, and you had packed a pair of nude-colored heels that look perfect with the dress. Yet every time you look at the dress, you imagine Ransom’s scarf. Maybe the dress is a sick joke from Joni to congratulate you on your relationship.
You head out the door into the main hall, glad to see that the guests haven’t arrived yet. “Y/N!” you hear on your left, seeing Meg sitting by the stairs. “I saw Ransom leave and was looking for you, are you alright?”
You smile to see her, nodding a little. “I’m okay, why? Did he say anything to you?”
“No,” she snorts a little, laughing. “I snuck up here, he was telling Uncle Richard how lucky he is. But I did hear some yelling, these walls aren’t exactly soundproof. I was worried about- whoa, is my cousin a vampire?!”
Your eyes widen a little, raising her eyebrows as Meg reaches for your neck. “Oh, don’t remind me, I didn’t want those. Does my hair cover them up enough?” You fluff your hair a bit and move it around, knowing you can’t get out of the party at this point.
“Barely, he bit down hard. Not that it really matters anyway, he’s so excited to show you off that he’ll probably be showing those marks off too. Let’s go get you a drink, it’ll help the night go by faster.”
“That’s for sure. I need one badly, just to prepare,” you sigh as she leads you down the steps.
“There’s my girl,” you hear Ransom say loudly once you reach the bottom, turning to the dining room. You meet his eyes as he beams at you, beckoning you over from across the hall to sit with him and Joni.
You sigh as you look at Meg. “I’ll be right back,” you tell her as you make your way towards the table, plastering on your fake smile. “I’m here!”
Ransom pats the seat next to him, resting his arm on the back of your chair as you take a seat. His hand plays with the sleeve of your dress as he looks at you. “Doesn’t she clean up so well? From a lowly commoner to a true Thrombey in, what, ten minutes?”
You know what he’s trying to do. Not letting him get the best of you, you smile back. “Five, actually,” you point out, flashing him a smile. “This dress is absolutely perfect, Joni, you have amazing taste.” Your attempt to change the subject out of Ransom’s control doesn’t go unnoticed.
“You really do, she needs to wear things like this more often,” he continues with his misogynistic comments. You don’t fully understand why he was conversing with Joni, as you recall him telling her to ‘eat shit’ at every family gathering, but you figure it’s some superiority thing. Whatever.
“Aren’t you two just adorable?” Joni smiles, and you can tell she’s just eating this all up. Ransom moves his arm down to your shoulder, squeezing you. “I just knew you two would end up together, I’m just surprised it took so long.” Yeah, you’d be hearing that a lot tonight. You give a look to Meg as she sits next to her mom, realizing how serious her cousin is being about all this.
“I was thinking the same thing,” Ransome cuts in, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “But I’m not letting her go any time soon.” There he is. The toxic, greedy best friend you grew up with. He has always been protective over his belongings, and, as he reminded you so many times earlier, you aren’t an exception. His grip on you doesn’t falter as Harlan steps into the dining room.
He smiles at the faces sitting at the table already, and you can hear the commotion outside. “I’m so glad you all are here,” he says proudly, making his way to the head of the table. His usual spot. You happen to be sitting just to his right. “And I’m so glad to see you two finally happy together. You look so happy, Ransom.” He picks up the champagne flute placed at his spot at the table, holding a butter knife in the other. “Is it time for our big announcement?”
You panic for a moment, but then you realize it’s just the announcement of the new novel. “Absolutely,” you smile, glancing at Ransom. Harlan was right; he does look a little too happy. Before you can question it, Harlan stands out of his seat and starts to tap the knife against the glass. A crowd of much more people than you expected floods into the dining room, and Harlan practically pulls you out of your chair to stand next to him. “What are you doing?” you quietly whisper.
“It’s your book too,” he says in a hushed tone, smiling out into the crowd. “Thank you all for being here for this momentous occasion. Tonight I introduce to you my newest mystery novel, Beautiful Menace, along with my new co-writer, Y/N,” he smiles brightly, and the crowd cheers for you. You smile back, Ransom now sliding into your seat as he holds your hand.
Harlan continues. “Y/N assisted with the writing of this novel, and that is why I have dedicated it to you. Thank you for your help,” he smiles, handing you your own hard-cover copy. A dedication? You felt like you were dreaming, you were credited not just inside the book, but in the dedication.
The crowd watches you open the book, flipping to the dedication. You read it out loud without fully reading it before. “‘This novel is dedicated to my ambitious future granddaughter-in-law,’” you read outside, the crowd gasping at what it says. You swallow hard at the line under it.
“Read it, love,” Ransom whispers below you, but you don’t make eye contact. You stare down at the page, appalled by what it says.
“‘I’d like to officially welcome you to the family, Y/N Drysdale.’”
Ransom’s hand slips out of yours, and your head spins as you keep reading the words over and over again. The crowd cheers again, and you look up with confusion. You spot Meg sitting back on the stairs, leaning over the banister as she points to the left of you. Slowly you turn to your left, seeing Ransom on one knee in front of you. A hush falls over the crowd.
“Y/N, I’ve spent my entire life knowing you’re the one. You’re my soulmate, you make me infinitely happier. No one could make me feel the way you do.”
Your audience falls for every word he’s saying, but you look right back at him. If only they knew what he had said just minutes ago upstairs. If only they knew what was at stake for you in this situation.
“I want to grow old with you. I want to start our own family with you. I want my children to have the most beautiful, intelligent mother in the world.”
Wait. Why are you falling for his tricks too? Is he too good at this, or is there some sincerity in his words? You look down into his bright blue eyes, and he smiles up at you. He pulls a small box out of his front pocket.
“Y/N, will you make me the luckiest man on Earth and marry me?”
You gasp with the audience at the size of the ring. The diamond creates a kaleidoscope effect on the walls as the box opens, and you gaze at the ring for a moment. You look back at him, internally torn.
But do you really have a choice? Ransom had outlined exactly what would happen if you turned him down, and his words struck a chord inside you. You’re stuck. You don’t have any other option.
But would marrying Ransom be so bad? You had convinced yourself that it would be the end of the world, that you would never be happy. Yet looking back on your childhood, it had been your dream. Maybe everyone had been right; maybe you and Ransom are meant to be. Without much time left to stall, you smile back at him.
“Yes, Ransom, of course, I’ll marry you.”
Ransom’s eyes lit up as if he expected another response. He instantly stands up, closing the box to embrace you. He kisses you deeply, holding your frame against his. You kiss him back, hearing the cheers from everyone in the room. As you place your hands on his chest, he pulls away from your lips and holds your right hand where it is. He slides the ring right onto your finger. “Perfect fit,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to your lips before looking into your eyes. “You made the right decision.”
You nod, helpless in his arms. He turns and smiles at the crowd, his little soon-to-be trophy wife in his arms.
He had you just where he wanted you, and now he has you. For life.
a/n: like, comment, share, and give me your feedback!! love each and every one of you, and happy birthday chris :)
165 notes · View notes
FIC REC MASTERLIST
18+, minors dni
*you can find my fav fics here*
*I do not own any of the fics & gifs tagged below, all credit goes to respected owners*
you can find my own writing here
Chris Evans & Characters
Chris Evans RPF
Sebastian Stan & Characters
Sebastian Stan RPF
Henry Cavill & Characters
Henry Cavill RPF
88 notes · View notes
hello there 👋🏾, this is C (@sohosteve)
this is going to be my fic recommendation reblog account.
note this an 18+ blog, so minors do not engage.
fics on here may contain mature and/or dark content.
FIC REC NAVIGATIONAL MASTERLIST
17 notes · View notes
PAIRINGS! ex!dilf!bucky barnes x reader
SUMMARY! in which your ex takes you and your daughter to disneyland.
WARNINGS! unprotected sex, 18+ minors dni, public sex kinda, oral (m rec), face-fucking, slight degrading, breeding kink, mentions of alcohol, reader almost passed out.
A/N! celebrate 600 followers with me and ex dilf bucky!
bucky was on his way over to collect your daughter as it was his week to spend time with her. he told you he was taking her away to disney, you wanted to go but you didn’t want to impose and be rude.
you had your daughters bag packed with all her disney stuff and you had her dressed up beautifully. “mommy hurry oh my god!” your daughter, harlow, whined. “harry, calm down.” you giggled.
she whined louder and stomped her feet. “you act like this around daddy?” you stood up, taking her hand. she nodded and walked downstairs with you. “oh yeah? and daddy lets you?”
she nodded again and sat up on the couch. “and he gets me what i want, he says he’s a sucker for me.” she swung her legs around. you chuckled and grabbed her bag.
“well, daddy’s a sucker for anyone.” you joked as you handed her the backpack and put the small suitcase on the floor. “sometimes i hear daddy say he misses you.” harlow smiled up at you.
you froze before moving slightly and smiling down at her. “well, we all miss what we can’t have, darling.” you said, handing her a donald duck teddy bear. your daughter nodded and sighed.
“but daddy can have you, you always see him!” she protested, getting off the couch. you smiled at her and shook your head. you heard a knock on the door, making you smile.
you opened the door and invited bucky inside. “hey harry! how are you, my petal?” bucky bent down in front of his daughter, hugging her tightly. “i have coffee ready, if you want some?” you offered.
bucky smiled and nodded walking with you. “hey! mommy can come with us to disneyland, right?” harlow ran over to you two. you looked down at her and shook your head slightly.
you poured bucky a cup of coffee and handed it to him. “that’s a great idea harlow.” bucky looked at you with a smirk. you sighed before looking at bucky with a smile. “yeah, no i have work.” you said.
bucky frowned and grabbed your phone. “i’ll call your boss, give you a week off?” he smiled, opening your phone. you hated yourself for setting such an obvious password.
“fine! god i’ll go pack my bags.” you walked off in a huff as you went to your room. you grabbed another suitcase and threw your clothes in it quickly, walking downstairs.
harlow squealed as she hugged you tightly. “you owe me.” you said through gritted teeth as you lifted harlow up. bucky smiled and nodded, grabbing both of the suitcases and bringing them to the car.
if you had to be honest, you didn’t like bucky. you two had ended on good terms but you couldn’t stand being around him. he was so overly affectionate and touchy.
he didn’t make you uncomfortable in anyway, he was just too much sometimes. you were all in the car, harlow was asleep and you were clearly annoyed as you rested your head on the window.
“i know y’don’t like me anymore, but i still wanna try again, y’know, f’harlow.” bucky said, giving you a quick glance. “we already tried, four times, we aren’t right for each other.” you said plainly.
bucky sighed and stopped at a stoplight. “every time, y’left me because of some stupid reason like leaving the toilet seat up, you’re over agitated.” he said.
you chuckled to yourself, realising that he was completely right. “sure, whatever, but we aren’t dating, just friends.” you said, looking over at him. bucky smiled and nodded, starting to drive again.
you all quickly arrived at the disney princess hotel that bucky had booked. you walked into the reception with harlow on your waist and bucky taking the suitcases.
bucky checked in and brought you all up to the room. “i think i should tell you that there’s only two beds so.” bucky smirked as he opened the door. you didn’t care at this moment, you had a cinderella themed bedroom.
it’s like bucky planned it out, because he knew cinderella was your favourite princess. “it’s beautiful.” you whispered as you looked around. “good, y’here for a week.” he said as he dragged the bags inside.
you sat down on the bed and put harlow down. “i think we should sleep and then explore tomorrow?” bucky said as he started putting the clothes away. you nodded and lifted harlow.
“c’mon, doll, it’s time for bed.” you said as you took off her outfit, slightly disappointed that it wouldn’t be shown off. she whined and ran at bucky. “fine, dad can dress you.” you said.
you grabbed a pair of silk shorts and a tank top before walking into the bathroom. you walked back in and got into bed almost immediately. “night love.” bucky kissed your daughters head.
“mommy!” your daughter screamed. you groaned and got up, kissing her head. “goodnight princess.” you said, turning to see bucky in the same spot. you sighed and walked around the bed.
once you got in, you turned away from bucky and cuddled against the pillow. “friends cuddle, y’know.” bucky whispered, tapping your waist. as much as you didn’t want to, your body betrayed you and turned over.
bucky smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist. you put your head on his chest and took in his scent. bucky rubbed your head and kissed your forehead.
the next morning moved quickly, you were all in a rush, trying to get to breakfast, then drive to disney. you were now currently standing in line for the magic tea cups.
bucky bought you too many things that you swore you would pay him back. bucky held you close for the entire time, almost as if you were married again. you felt happy again.
you all came back after a long day of walking, harlow was dead asleep and you and bucky were tired. “how about we get some drinks?” he smirked as he cocked his head towards the door.
you looked down at harlow, there was no waking her up at all. you bit your lip before nodding and walking out with him. “do you have the room key?” you asked before the door closed. “yeah.” he answered quickly.
you two walked down to the bar, where you slung back too many drinks. you were sat at the bar, laughing at an old memory brought up. “i still can’t believe you fell down my stairs in front of my dad!” you choked out.
bucky threw his head back and he erupted in a loud laughter. “i was drunk and your father was up my ass!” he complained, leaning forward. you fell onto his lap in laughter at his stupid you were when you were teenagers.
“we were so good together.” bucky shook his head as he wiped the small tears under his eyes. you nodded and took another sip of your wine. “we were, it’s a shame we had to grow up.”
bucky sighed and looked at you in awe. “i don’t think growing up was our problem.” he whispered, putting the glass of whiskey down. you shook your head and put your wine down.
“it definitely was, bucky, we started dating at sixteen, we were young and didn’t know anything.” you said, shaking the wine slowly. bucky took the glass from your hands, putting it down.
you looked at him and sighed, watching him closely. “age wasn’t ever a problem, doll.” he stood up, standing between your legs. “we outgrew each other, buck.” you whispered.
bucky shook his head and put his hands on your face. “then why do i still love you?” he asked, kissing you slowly. you sighed and pushed him back. “buck, we’re friends.” you shook your head, standing up.
bucky whined and gripped your waist, pulling you in and kissing you again. you gripped his face and pulled him in closer. “bucky.” you mumbled, pulling away.
you looked into his blue eyes and placed your forehead on his. “let me take care of you, please.” he whispered. you licked your lips and nodded, kissing him again.
bucky put his hands on your ass and started walking forwards, while you were walking backwards. bucky gripped your ass, making you gasp. bucky took this chance to slide his tongue into your mouth.
bucky pushed you up against the wall and gripped your ass tightly. “if you two could like.. not.” a preppy teenager spoke from the reception desk. you pushed bucky away and finally took your breath.
“yep, yeah.” bucky spoke as he wiped the side of his mouth, smirking at you. you two walked to the elevators, immediately falling together as if you were both magnets. “fuck i love you so much.” bucky moaned.
your hands found his hair, which you gripped tightly, pulling on the roots. bucky’s hands travelled from your ass to your thighs, lifting one of your legs up to his hip.
the elevator came down and the doors opened, a ding telling you both to pull away and get in. you both walked in and sighed. “wait— shit.” you said, pushing bucky away, who was trying to jump your bones.
“what about harlow?” you asked as you whispered. bucky bit his lip before hitting the highest floor. you got a few floors up before bucky stopped the elevator between floors.
you shook your head and bit your lip. “now i can fuck you.” bucky smirked as he peeled off his shirt, throwing it up. you watched it as it landed on the camera.
bucky pulled off your clothes, following by him and pulled you in close. “you’re still as beautiful as i remember you.” he whispered as he kissed your shoulder.
you moaned softly and gripped his back. “get on your knees, pet.” he whispered, watching you get down immediately. you grabbed bucky’s tight boxers and pulled them down, letting him kick them off.
you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock before jerking him off slowly. “please don’t tease.” he begged, a loud whine leaving his throat. you smirked and kitten licked his tip.
you sucked on it softly before moving your head down. you felt him start to thrust slowly, his tip hitting off the back of your throat and making you gag. tears started to form in your eyes.
you moaned as you gripped his hips, allowing him to thrust into you freely. “fuck baby, i missed your little mouth.” he whispered, throwing his head back with a groan.
you hallowed your cheeks and rolled your eyes to the back of your head, loving the feeling of bucky using you to pleasure himself. “gotta be inside you.” he lifted you up.
you whined and fell back against the wall. bucky pulled down your pants and panties before lifting you up. you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck.
bucky positioned himself before sliding inside you. you arched your back and moaned out loud, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. “fuck bucky.” you moaned.
bucky smiled and slowly thrusted into you, moaning out at your tightness. buckys hands found your ass and gripped it tightly. “y’feel so fucking perfect.” bucky slid his head in the crook of your neck.
your hands gripped on his t-shirt, pulling on it roughly. “fuck yes! oh you feel so good.” you moaned. bucky lifted your leg higher, sinking in deeper and bottoming out completely.
you cried out as he hit a certain spot you forgot existed. “bucky!” you yelled as you ripped the flimsy fabric of his t-shirt. bucky smirked at you and kissed you roughly.
you felt a small knot appear in your stomach, making you pull away and throw your head back. “that’s it, you’re so fuckin’ close i can feel ya.” bucky smirked.
you sighed and rolled your eyes to the back of your head, your mind going dizzy. your vision was blurry and you felt useless in your own body. “got ya all fucked out? hm? my dumb little baby looks so good.”
“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” you moaned, clenching against bucky’s cock. the knot in your stomach continued to tighten. “gonna cum!” you screamed as you felt yourself let loose.
bucky threw his head back and moaned. “fuck, you’re milkin’ my cock, baby, so fuckin’ good.” bucky groaned. you bit your lip and watched him fuck your almost unconscious self.
bucky released inside of you, fucking his seed deep inside of you. “gonna make you a mommy again, a sexy mommy.” bucky whispered, leaving his cock inside you.
“i love you so fucking much.” bucky whispered, kissing you again. you smiled into the kiss and looked down at him. “c’mon, we need to check on harry.” you pulled away.
bucky nodded and pulled out, pulling up your panties and your pants. you felt bucky’s cum pool in your panties. bucky pressed the floor button again, pulling up his boxers and pants.
you smiled at him and kissed his cheek. “got ya dick whipped, hm?” he joked as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in. you squeaked and put your head on his ribs as he walked.
you both entered the bedroom and checked on harry, who was still asleep. “hm, well, shower sex?” bucky asked as he walked into the bathroom. you smiled and walked in with him.
622 notes · View notes
Summary: Ransom’s a possessive dickhead.
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Male Reader.
Warnings: Smut,oral sex,swearing,anal sex,possessiveness.
Word count: no idea.
Notes: thanks @afriendlyblackhottie , @buckys-blue-eyes and @syntheticavenger for helping me with Ransom’s personality and not shutting down the idea of him being gay 😊 I also couldn’t get the ‘keep reading’ thing to work,so, sorry if it’s too long.
I went inside, shutting the door quietly and went to the lounge room, pulling my jumper off. “Hello,long night?”
I jumped. “Fuck, Ransom!” I looked at him and then took my converse off. “What are you doing up still?” I glanced at him and pulled my socks off, stuffing them into my converse.
“Well, my boyfriend stayed out at a bar until 10:30,” Ransom raised an eyebrow and got up from the lounge. “Kissing a guy as well.”
I shook my head. “He was a friend and drunk, Ransom.” I went to him and kissed his cheek. Ransom grabbed my wrist.
“You do remember you’re mine, right?” I nodded, trying to pull my wrist free and failing. “Do you? Cause you don’t act like it.” Ransom continued.
“I’m yours, Ransom, you know that.....” I kissed him, relaxing when he released my wrist. I smiled at him and watched him sit down.
I frowned. “I said I’m yours, Ransom.” He grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer.
“I heard you.” He undid his pants and pulled his dick out. “Now prove it.” I looked at him as I knelt between his legs and kissed him.
Ransom kissed me back and smirked. I kept my eyes on him as I slowly sucked the tip of his dick into my mouth. He let out a quiet moan as I took his whole dick into my mouth.
Ransom’s head fell back as I sucked his dick, sucking faster with every noise that fell from his mouth. “Fuck, Y/N……” he grabbed my hair as he come, I swallowed it all.
I pulled away, licking his dick as I did and watching him shudder slightly. “Believe me now?” He looked at me, almost glaring.
“No, you need to know who you belong to,” He licked his lips. “Strip. Now.”
I pulled my shirt off and dropped it at his feet, then undid my jeans. I took them off slowly, watching Ransom’s dick harden and played with the hem of my boxers.
I stepped back as Ransom reached for me. “Get here, Y/N, now.” He patted his lap. I smirked and took my boxers off, then sat on his lap with my back to his chest. “Up.”
I lifted myself up and let him pull me back down. I gasped and gripped his arm. “F-fuck….” I bit my lip.
Ransom pulled his arm free and held my chest, thrusting up and making me moan loudly. I moaned louder with each thrust, gripping the armrest and his thigh.
“You Belong to me.” Ransom thrusted harder. “Understand? You belong to me, no one else.” I nodded, moaning louder.
“I-I’m….y-yours….please…” he thrusted faster.
“Cum for me, Y/N.” I let my head fall back against his shoulder and come, gripping his thigh.
“OH, GOD, RANSOM!” He kept thrusting until he come, then just held me against his chest tightly.
“You’re mine.” He whispered in my ear.
123 notes · View notes
a thought: ransom doing something to piss you off and he ends up regretting it but doesn’t know how to make it up to you cause he wants it to be genuine and he falls asleep in his office and you go to bring him to bed and you find that he’s been reading a wikihow article called “how to apologize” 🥺
learning to apologize
warnings: ransom is a dick (but tries to get better), mention of weight insecurity, pet name (princess)
He hadn't meant to. Honest. It's just...well...Sometimes he liked to get a rise out of you. He likes the way you react, how your hands curl into fists, how your voice gets slightly higher as you argue back, how your face screws up as you try to look intimidating. It's cute. He likes to know that he can make you feel such intense emotions, how you're putty in his hands. But this time, even he knew that he went a little too far.
Okay, a lot too far.
You'd been getting ready to go out to some work thing with him, and he made an uncalled for comment about how your dress was a smidge too tight. But instead of fighting back like Ransom expected you to, your face crumpled up and you retreated to your shared bathroom. He followed after you, an apology on the tip of his tongue, but the words that fell out instead only made things worse.
"Oh, come on, you can't seriously be pissed about this," he said, watching you take a reusable makeup wipe and starting to remove your makeup. "Come on, stop that. We got a dinner to get to."
"You can go."
"No I fucking can't, it's your work dinner!" Ransom tried to grab your arm, stop you from taking off more of your makeup, but you only jerked away. "Princess, please. Stop. Don't ruin the evening."
"Oh, I'm ruining the evening? Good to know."
You rinsed the makeup wipe and set it on the counter before brushing past him to go to the walk-in closet, unzipping your dress as you walked. You slid it off your body and put it back on its hanger. After taking off your bra, you grabbed an oversized t-shirt from your college years and put it on.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be sleeping in the guest room."
His heart hammered in his chest, panic rising up as he tried to fix this. "Princess, please—"
"No." You held your hand up, stopping him. "Let me be mad. We can talk about this in the morning, but you just...Please, let me be."
He didn't anything more, afraid that he would ruin things further, so he left you go, watching you leave the room. He stayed still for a moment, before deciding he needed to do something to fix this.
Talking to you was out of the question. At the moment, he knew that anything he said would just make things work. Buying you something wouldn't work either. As much as you loved being spoiled by Ransom, this wasn't the kind of thing where his money could just wish his problems away. No, he needed to do something big.
He needed to learn how to apologize.
He retired to his office, sinking into the leather seat and turning on his computer. He chewed on his lip when he opening a browser, feeling like an idiot as he typed "how to apologize wikihow" and hit enter.
He read over the article like it was the goddamn Bible, reciting each step as if it was the gospel truth.
Part 1. Preparing Your Apology
1. Give Up the Idea of Being "Right".
2. Use "I" Statements.
3. Avoid Justifying Your Actions.
4. Use Excuses Cautiously.
5. Avoid the "But".
6. Consider the Other Person's Needs and Personality.
7. Write Your Apology Down, If You Like.
Ransom had to stop himself from groaning when he realized how in depth this tutorial was. But, admittedly, he didn't have the first clue how to apologize. He never had to before. And yet, he knew he had to. He got the feeling that he could ruin everything he had built with you if he didn't get his shit together, and he wasn't about to fuck things up so easily.
So, he grabbed a pen and started drafting an apology.
Part 2. Apologizing at the Right Time and Place
1. Find the Right Time.
2. Do It in Person.
3. Choose a Quiet or Private Setting.
4. Make Sure You Have Enough Time to Have a Complete Conversation.
He'd do it first thing in the morning. He'd go to the guest room, wake you up gently if you weren't already awake. He'd take your hands in his, press soft kisses to your knuckles, before beginning to apologize. Yes, yes that could work..
Part 3. Making Your Apology
1. Be Open and Non-Threatening.
2. Use Open, Humble Body Language.
3. State Your Regret.
4. Accept Responsibility.
5. State How You Will Remedy the Situation.
6. Listen to the Other Person.
7. End with Gratitude.
8. Be Patient.
9. Stick to Your Word.
He was all set. He was sure of it. He'll run through his apology a few more times, and then he'll go to you first thing in the morning. But, first, he'll rest his eyes for just a moment...
When he opened his eyes, sunlight was streaming in through the large windows and something was sitting on him. Something was sitting on him. Wait, you were sitting on him.
"Whatcha doin', princess?" he asked, his voice low and still drowsy.
"I forgive you," you said, kissing the tip of his nose.
His brows furrowed together. "I haven't even apologized yet."
"You don't have to. I saw what you were looking up, and...Ransom, I think that might've just been the sweetest thing you've ever done."
"No, no, no. Please, let me say this." You leaned back, and he looked up into your pretty eyes as he said, "Princess, I'm so sorry for what I did. I didn't mean to poke fun at your weight. You have and always will look stunning to me, no matter how big or how small. Sometimes, I like to poke fun at you 'cause I like to know I can get you to react so strongly. I never meant, though, to make you feel insecure. I will do better from now on, and only try to get a rise out of you by saying good things about you. I promise."
A smile overtook your face as you leaned down to kiss him.
"Does this mean you forgive me?" he mumbled against your lips.
"Of course I forgive you, you big ole sap."
121 notes · View notes
Fic Recs #18
I’ve decided to start creating some fic recs list, mostly because I am too always in search of good fics to read in my constant thirst for whatever it is I’m in need at the moment. I hope this will come in handy to at least one of y’all.
no expectations, by @andiebeaword - for when you want to suffer in your unrequited love for Spencer that’s not quite as unrequited as you think - but might as well be. My favorite part is Spencer’s utter inability to deal with his emotions. (Spencer Reid angst)
crowned sin, by @angrybirdcr - for when you want to be swept off your feet by prince!Ransom, who really needs to find someone to marry. My favorite part is the plot twist! (Ransom Drysdale smut)
murder at the whorehouse, by @gotnofucks - for when you want to be submerged in a murder mystery filled with sexual tension provoked by pornstar!Steve Rogers and your very own boss, Sargent Bucky Barnes. My favorite part is that the reader is a badass detective in this. (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes smut)
a very good morning, by @stargazingfangirl18 - for when you want to wake Ari Levinson up to satisfy your hunger and let him use your body to satisfy his, too. My favorite part is that reader gives into her own needs despite her inner struggles to accept her situation. (Ari Levinson smut)
a simple solution, by @sweetlyscared - for when you want to be Ari’s soulmate but Andy’s submissive at the same time. My favorite part is how they find a way to be together. (Ari Levinson, Andy Barber smut)
Don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment for these talented writers!
81 notes · View notes
Twirls & Curls
1 note · View note
Twirls & Curls
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x blackF!reader
A/N: This idea popped into my head right before I did my hair the other day. So, this is hella self-indulgent and partially based on having real life experiences of people watching me do my hair, combined with imagining how our favorite sweater wearing murderer might act in a similar situation. Also, I’d like to mention that all curls are not the same (obviously). I based this off of what I do with my hair and how it is for me, which I know is not a universal experience. But I hope it still will be nice for other people who may have hair similar to mine. Feedback is always appreciated. I’d like to get better at writing so please shoot me a line or two.
Warnings: Cursing, but that’s to be expected. Allusions to smut. Fluff? But smutty fluff?? Who’s to say? Ransom is still sort of an asshole but he’s soft for reader against his will. Lots of talk about hair and styling. All mistakes are on me.
Word Count: 2,202
Today was going to be a weird day. Doing your hair generally was second nature, annoying, but never a huge deal. Usually, you did it in the comfort of your own place. Free not to worry about how the process looked, how much product you used, or how long it took. But this time around, on this day in particular, was going to be interesting to say the least.
You and Ransom had been dating for a while now, way longer than you thought possible for him if you were being honest. The first night you’d spent with him ended much different than you expected. You were fully prepared to have some fun, tussle with Boston’s most notorious bachelor, slip out and never see him again. That however was the exact opposite of what happened. The man had a vice grip. You tried to get up to get dressed and leave, but instead he wrapped his big arms around your waist with a frustrated huff.
“Stay….” he’d whispered. So low you were sure you imagined it. You assumed maybe he was a bit touch starved and would want you there only until the morning, then he’d kick you out and pretend nothing had happened. But that wasn’t the case, he never actually let you go.
That was almost a year ago. And today? You find yourself again in the clutches of Ransom Drysdale, who now didn’t mind being addressed as your boyfriend. Well who were you kidding, you were his girlfriend. Heavy emphasis on his, the possessive fucker. Though you complained, you not so secretly loved how attached he was to you. It made you feel like a god, that you had accidentally made Boston’s biggest asshole heel. Though he’d never see it that way. He just claims he was “bored with all the floozies” and decided that you would do for his “first round in the girlfriend department” whatever the hell that meant.
“Isn’t this easier babygirl? Why would you want to go all the way back to your place just to do your hair? I’ve seen it wet before…” you stand in front of him with your arms crossed over your chest, still slightly annoyed that he got you to agree to do your hair at his place this weekend. But that was the foundation of your relationship: he always got you to stay.
“Easier for you maybe. I had to lug all of my products here and worry about you being grossed out by my deep conditioner.” He snorted at that, couldn’t deny that he wasn’t a fan of your deep conditioner. Not one bit.
“Babe, to be fair that shit smells like playdough. Why in the fuck do you purposely put that in your hair in the first place?”
You were exasperated, you’d already explained to him several times why it was necessary. But this stubborn little shit just would not retain the information.
“How many times have I told you Ransom? Curly hair needs more moisture than straight hair. The deep conditioner is there to-” but before you can finish he’s cutting you off with a dismissive wave of his hand.
“No, I get that, but why does it smell like fucking clay? There are better scents out there and they chose that?” You can’t stop the giggles from erupting at his mini rant. Truth be told, you weren’t a huge fan of the scent either, but it worked for your hair, so clay smell it was. Shrugging you tell him exactly that.
“It’s not my favorite smell either baby, but it makes my hair really soft so…”
“They could have at least tried to make it smell better” he says with a look of disgust on his face. You walk over to the bed where he’s sitting and quickly peck him on his forehead then his lips.
“Well you’re not wrong, but it is what it is. Thankfully, my hair never smells like clay after I rinse it out, so we just have to deal with that for a few minutes.” You say lifting your shoulders once again. “Anyway, since you insist on me doing this here, I’m gonna have to lay down some ground rules.” Before he can even think about arguing you put your hand up to stop him from speaking.
“Nuh uh, my hair my rules. Got it?” Rolling his eyes, he nods and crosses his arms.
“Fine.” He responds with a scowl, not fond of you giving him orders. Or so he says, secretly he loves how you always stand up to him. Always have some sort of witty comeback. That mouth of yours is one of his favorite things about you, for more reasons than one.
“Okay first things first, if you say anything even remotely disrespectful I’m gonna punch you directly in the balls, then I’m leaving, and I’m never coming back. Understood?”
“Jesus Christ y/n, I won’t. I’ve done questionable things, yes, but I’m not a fucking bigot. Those people are the scum of the earth, why would you even-” you put a hand up again and let out sigh.
“Listen dick head, I’m just covering my bases. Nothing personal okay?” He actually looks offended, which is almost funny. You have to be guarded with him, with anyone honestly. He’s an unpredictable guy even if he is a lot sweeter now than when you first met him. People can be horrible about this kind of stuff and you’re not gonna put up with any of it if you can help it. Especially not from your outwardly rude, lowkey soft boyfriend.
“Next, rule. No touching my hair while it’s drying. If you tug on it, or ruffle it, or anything at all while it’s still wet it’ll frizz up and ruin my curls. And I swear, I will beat you within an inch of your life if I have to do my hair over.”
After giving a basic run down of what he can and can’t do during your styling process you mentally prepare yourself for what you knew would be a long day.
With your wash and deep condition done, you put out your moisturizer, your styling cream, and your styling gel. Ransom is just about to head downstairs to get lunch when he stops in the doorway of the master-suite, a puzzled look etched on his face.
“Didn’t you already do your hair in the shower? What’s all this?” He asks gesturing to your styling products. His brows deeply creased as he tries to figure out what the hell you’re about to do now.
“I deep conditioned in the shower, now I have to define and style my hair. I told you this was a long process.”
“And you do this how often?”
“Once a week, sometimes every two weeks if I can stretch it.” With a look of disbelief and a shake of his head, he walks down to the kitchen, leaving you to start the styling process.
When he makes it back up the stairs with his food and a snack for you as well, he’s stopped in his tracks by the scene in his bathroom. You have music blasting from your phone, singing along and swaying your hips to the beat. You’ve clearly got this process down to a science because the back of your hair is seemingly already done. The curls shining and wetting the back of your tank top as you move. The front two sections of your hair are in little space buns waiting for you to get to them, and your detangling brush is doubling as a microphone as you belt out the lyrics to the song you have playing. Ransom was not at all prepared to see you so completely in your element, but he loves it. You look absolutely stunning, so carefree, and unencumbered. In this moment Ransom realizes he always wants to see you like this. He also realizes that all he wants to do right now is walk over and kiss you senseless with his hands in your gorgeous hair. And that’s exactly what he plans to do, rules be damned. Quietly he puts his food and your snack down on the bedside table and walks toward you with purpose. Thankfully for the sake of your hair, you spot him before he can get too close and quickly shut off the music and turn to face him.
“What do you think you’re doing Ransom?”
“What? I can’t give my beautiful girl a kiss?” Scowling you take a small step back, not trusting him at all.
“What were you gonna do with your hands, you’re not slick, I can see your fingers twitching.” He smiles at that, mischief in his eyes as he takes another long stride closer to you.
“I just wanna feel baby, you’re gorgeous. Do you know how much I want you right now?” His voice is dangerously low as he inches closer and closer until he has you flush against the vanity countertop.
“Hey, what did I say? No touching.” your voice is breathy and doesn’t hold as much conviction as you want it to. It’s always hard to say no to Ransom, especially now that he has you caged in between his muscular arms and entranced by his all-encompassing focus on you and only you.
“I know what you said baby, but you’re just too pretty for me to ignore. How am I supposed to keep my hands off when you look so damn perfect right now?” Ransom’s so close you can feel the warmth radiating off of his body. He leans in and inhales the sweet scent of your hair before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and gently kissing your collar bone. This man was going to be the death of you, and he was gonna start by not letting you finish your hair. Damn him.
“Ransom…” You really want to sound stern, but your voice sounds more like a whimper than a command. You can feel the smirk forming on the bastards face as he’s still pressed into the base of your neck. Not only do you know he’s winning, he clearly knows it too.
“Yes baby? You need something?” The mock concern in his voice is enough to break the spell he has on you. Not fully, but just enough for you to clear your throat and scoot back; and up onto the counter to create some distance between you two. Although all that does is give Ransom the wrong idea as he steps in between your open legs.
“I need you to back up so I can finish my hair Ransom.” Tisking he pulls his head back so he can look you in the eyes.
“Babygirl, what’s the point of letting you finish if all I’m gonna do is fuck it up anyway?” Your eyebrows shoot up at that. He has a point. He looks like he’s seconds away from devouring you, and finished or not, your hair won’t survive the onslaught. Truth be told you were more than a little tempted to let him ruin you and your hair.
“But my hair is all wet and slimy with product, it’ll feel all gross. You don’t want to have that on your hands.” You’re grasping at straws trying to think of anything to deter him, but it isn’t really working for either of you.
“I’m willing to bet your hair isn’t the only thing that’s wet, now is it sweetheart?”
“Fuck you, asshole.”
“Baby, that’s kinda the point.”
You were fighting a losing battle. You really wanted to finish your hair, but on the other hand this sex god is right in front of you with hunger and something much softer in his eyes. Why did he have to look at you like you were some ethereal goddess? It wasn’t fair. Ransom Drysdale seemingly would never cease to surprise you with his desire for you. Leaning into him you drape your arms loosely over his shoulders. A slow smile crept onto his face, his expression somewhere between triumph and adoration. You were so fucked.
“Goddamnit, Ransom.” The shit eating grin on his face made you want to slap him, but a gentle kiss stops you cold.
“Just this once baby, I swear I’ll never interrupt while you do your hair again.” There’s a pause as he gives you an agonizingly slow once over. “Can you even blame me? Look at you…”
“Just this once?” your eyebrow quirks, resolve all but gone but still hanging on by a thread. He leans in again to slowly kiss your forehead, both of your cheeks and then your lips.
“Just this time, I promise.” That was so clearly a lie. This most certainly would not be the only time, but was that really a bad thing? He was enthralled with you in your most natural state, and that made your heart swell.
“Okay.” You say softly leaning up to gently kiss his lips.
You never thought that first kiss all those months ago would lead you here. Loving and being loved by Ransom Drysdale, but you couldn’t complain. He always made you stay, and you’re so glad you did.
28 notes · View notes
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader
Warnings: Allusions to smut & fluff. Partially canon Ransom, but he’s getting all soft so is it really canon🤷🏾♀️lol
A/N: Enjoy this little weird that came to me while listening to music😊
Word Count: 238
There was something about you.
Ransom had never given any prolonged thought into a woman. He never even considered having a partner. The women who usually shared his bed only ever saw it once. Maybe twice if they didn’t make a scene the next morning. But you? You were an anomaly. He wanted you in his bed, in his study, in his living room, in his kitchen. Anywhere he could have you. And not just for sex.
Although, who was he kidding, he’d never get tired of those sounds you made for him. Those little gasps, those doe eyes. And god when you bit that bottom lip. He never understood how you could simultaneously be so sexy and so adorable. Looking so innocent in the most obscene positions. Breathy moans falling from your lips, his name sounding like a symphony on your tongue.
Your laugh was another favorite sound of his, though he would never admit it to you outright. Your smile made his heart race, caused his face to flush. You changed everything, changed him. His life tilted on its axis when you came into it. His money and status were no longer all that mattered. You’d snuck into his heart and brought color to his previously blank canvas. He wasn’t ready to tell you, so he’d have to show you instead.
There was something about you, and he’d be damned if he let you get away.
57 notes · View notes
I only own the rights to my own original characters.
Please DO NOT post any of my works on any other platform or site. Feel free to like, comment and/or reblog. Thank You!
🔞NO Underage please! Although my works not always contain explicit sexual content (smut), they do deal with adult themes, included but not limited to, sensitive topics and/or triggering content. You’re more than welcome to follow my G-Rated blog @angrybirdcr-family
💌 mean one-shot // 📖 means series
🔥 means smut // 🚨contains warnings
💖 means fluff // 💔 means angst
↬Crowned Sin 👑
Summary: Who said that arrange marriages have to be forced? Sometimes life might surprise you for the better. That’s what happens to Crown Prince! Ransom Drysdale when his world is turned upside down by the sudden appearance of an enigmatic yet bright Duchess that might be just exactly what he needs, what he wants. Lust, Wine and Love mix with the weight of the crown.
😌💖✨**Thank you for reading!**😌💖✨
25 notes · View notes
she gets the flowers: all he wanted (bonus) ✧ ransom drysdale & steve rogers
she gets the flowers ✧ a ransom drysdale series | taglist | ao3
inspired by: Well that was satisfying~ am I wrong for hoping Ransom's relationship goes in the shitter~? Will there be a bonus chapter of his POV or how his life ended up or just him hearing that they're getting married~? ^^ - on ao3
pairing: ransom drysdale x fem!reader (former)
summary: you were all he ever wanted.
word count: 2,524
warning(s): mention of alcohol, sort of a retelling of what’s happened in the story from ransom’s point of view, mention of friends with benefits situation, mention of manipulation, ransom’s just a really selfish man, angsty, not proofread
Ransom Drysdale was not the kind of man who regretted things. But, he mused, knocking back his fifth shot of tequila, if there was one thing he regretted, it was losing you. He had the remarkable tendency of ruining everything he touched. He supposed he could blame it on his background. He certainly did. Where he was from, love was not easily given, if at all. Affection for the weak and, if the Thrombey family was anything, it was not weak. But, if he was being honest with himself, he knew that what had happened was solely his fault. While he was not in control of his background, he was also a grown ass adult that chose his own actions. Unfortunately, Ransom was rarely honest with himself.
And yet, for a fleeting moment, he almost wished that he was an honest man. Perhaps then he would be good for you. But he also wasn’t a man who cared if he was good for anyone other than himself. He cared about himself, a selfish man through and through. He did what he wanted, when he wanted, the rest of the world be damned.
That was his fatal flaw.
He remembered when he was younger, when he was first forced on playdates with you. He hated the idea, hated having to play nice with other people. So, he didn’t. He yanked on your hair, stole your toys, called you names. And the entire time, you laughed it off. It confused him to no end. How could you just roll off the punches so easily? Did you not have an ounce of self-preservation?
The behavior continued as the two of you got older. He realized that he could use it to his advantage. If he asked for anything, you would be more than happy to oblige. He dragged you everywhere he wanted. You were practically his own little doll to do with what he pleased. And his least favorite thing was when others tried to take you from him.
Once, when he took you with him on a summer vacation in Paris, the summer after the two of you graduated high school, he took you out to a club. He had meant to ditch you, to find a willing woman or two to get his dick wet, but those plans were quickly abandoned when he see saw that. How dare another man talk to you? How dare another man that was so far beneath you even think he had a chance? And how dare you even think about laughing at that man’s jokes, touching that man’s arm, leaning into his like you gave a damn about him? He saw red as he stormed up behind you, snaking an arm around your waist, and chewing that man out for having the audacity to look at you. You weren’t too pleased with his antics, but when he pulled you out of the club, saying that he would rather take you to his room and watch whatever cheesy movie you wanted, you couldn’t stay mad at him for long.
And, when you looked up at him through your eyelashes, your eyes all big and doe-like, a small smile curling across your face, he decided that he wanted you to look at him like that all of the time. In his own sick, twisted way, he cared for you. More than he could ever be willing to admit.
Then you left for college. Left him behind. Went away. Stopped being there for him.
He would never say it out loud, but he had missed you more than he could describe. The few holidays that you had and the occasional trips to sate his unexplainable urge to be around you every hour of every day.
After four long years, you finally came back for good. And he swore that he would never let you go. He threw the biggest party Boston had ever seen to celebrate you. And, when the night came to a close, he had the intent of asking you out, to make you his forever. But, when you fell into his arms, whispering about how this would ruin everything and that you should set boundaries, he said whatever it took to make you trust him. Even if it meant lying through his teeth that he only wanted you to be his fuck buddy.
It wasn’t what you wanted, he could tell that much, but he was in too deep to turn around now, to admit his feelings. Because, he wasn’t sure what his feelings were. He wasn’t sure if what he was feeling was love or if it was some desire to have everything in the world. Regardless, though, he was determined to never let you go.
So, when months later, you came to him, saying that you got a job in Los Angeles, he had to stop you. He should’ve been kinder, yes, but all that he could think of was that you were going to leave him. And he couldn’t let you leave. He got you a job at Blood Like Wine, making you promise that you wouldn’t go away. He couldn’t live with himself if he just let you leave. You had to stay, even if it meant giving up your dream job. That was the sacrifice he was willing to make.
You stayed by his side, coming whenever he called. If he wasn’t so selfish, he might’ve been more put off that you never called. Why did you never call? Were you not as invested? No, no you were. Why else would you always answer? Then, why? What stopped you from picking up the phone and asking for him?
He wanted to ask you, but he never did.
Instead, he took you out to another family gathering because, goddammit, he didn’t think he could survive another one of those. You accompanied him, putting up with his and his family’s bullshit, rolling with the punches like you had done on your playdates with him all those years ago. But then, on the way home, the careful façade he’d built was destroyed when you let slip that you loved him.
He should’ve been overjoyed. He should’ve been happy. He should’ve been asking you to be his girlfriend. But, a sort of iciness rushed through his veins at the words. How could you love him, Ransom Drysdale? How could you look at everything he’s done and decide that you love him? He couldn’t figure out why he felt this way, but all he could think to do was rip you to shreds and spit you back out. He yelled at you, he berated you, leaving you in tears to figure out your own way home.
If there was one thing Ransom Drysdale regretted, it was making you walk away.
Still, though, he tried to move on. Tried to forget you were ever part of his life. He found a new girl, a timid girl named Lizzie. She was sweet, she was kind. But she wasn’t you. He tried, though. He tried. He got her nice things, took her to wonderful places. But it wasn’t the same.
All he wanted was you.
So when you came knocking on his door, he should’ve been thrilled. He should’ve taken you in his, kissed you breathless, and said that you were the only woman for him. Instead, he only dug himself a deeper grave.
He could still hear the words echoing in his head, reminding him of the great pain he’d caused you.
“What, you thought I actually gave a shit about you?” he had laughed. “Petal, I never fucking liked you. If I had it my way, you never even would’ve gotten a chance to be, what, a friend? Is that what you thought we were? Friends?”
“We weren’t friends?” Your pretty eyes were all wide and full of tears that were ready to spill over. He wanted nothing more than to wipe them away as they fell, but he was too far gone.
“The only reason you were in my life was ‘cause my mom made you be, and by the time I had a choice about who I could be around, you’d already leeched yourself onto me.”
“God, stop fucking calling me that,” he said. Why was he saying this? Why was he lying to you? “I always fucking hated it when you called me that.”
“Oh? And what stopped you from telling me that all those years ago? You were never the type of person to just let something you didn’t like slide.”
“Oh, like you’d fucking listen. You were always such a dumb fucking bitch. Even if I told you to stop, you’d carry on like I hadn’t said shit.”
“That’s not true, and you know it!” you said, the tears starting to spill over. “The entire time I knew you, it was all about making you happy. Making you comfortable. Doing what you wanted. Never once did you give a shit about me, not even when you convinced me to be your fuck buddy. Everything was always on your fucking terms!”
“Yeah? And you know what? Fucking me was the only thing you were good for,” he spat. No, no, no, this wasn’t what he meant. Why was he saying this? You were wonderful. So intelligent, so kind. You were an angel in a world of demons. So why couldn’t he stop trying to put a damper on your shine?
“You’re just a fucking whore, and you couldn’t even do anything on your own. Everything you have is because of me. Your job, your home, your car—”
“You forced me to take that job!”
“I bet you couldn’t even have gotten into college if it hadn’t been your connections to me and my family,” he taunted. “Though I can’t take credit for your grades. Bet you had to sleep your way to the top to get those—”
“Fuck you, Ransom!”
“You already did, petal,” Ransom said. “And I’d happily let you back in my bed if it meant you’d shut your stupid fucking—”
He hardly knew what was happening, until his face started to sting and you looked at him like you couldn’t believe what had happened. His hand went to his face, touching the spot you hit. Had you really hit him? Had his docile little lamb actually hit him?
“Coming here was a mistake,” you said, looking away. “I…I’m sorry to have bothered you. I’ll see my way out.”
And as you walked away, he wanted to run away you. But he let you go, walking away from his life once more.
He had the intent of going back to your apartment, to apologize and grovel for your forgiveness. But when he arrived two weeks later, the apartment had been cleared out. Everything that was yours, everything that had made that space your own, was gone. Against his better judgement, he went to your neighbor, asked what happened.
You’d left. You left him.
You were gone.
He hired a private detective to find out where you were. It didn’t take long, admittedly. You hadn’t gone far. You’d left for New York, took a job at some fancy firm. That didn’t matter. What interested him, though, was how, months after him breaking your heart, you’d already moved on. He should’ve gone down sooner, taken you back for himself, but he found an odd sort of pleasure in seeing you move on. To see you in a happy, loving relationship. That could’ve been his. That should’ve been his. In another life, it might have been.
But, when he found out that you were moving in with Captain fucking America, he saw red. He had been so sure that you would come running back eventually. That you would come for him again. That you would realize that you weren’t really over him. But you never came. Because your heart didn’t belong to him anymore.
His anger only escalated with Lizzie came into this kitchen, her small hands rubbing her shoulders, as she cooed, “Hey, Ran, I know it’s hard now, but you’ll get over it in time. You don’t need her anymore. You have me.”
“Don’t you get it?!” he snarled, slamming the glass against the counter. “I don’t want you! You’re not the woman I want!”
She blinked slowly. “What...What are you talking about, Ran?”
“Don’t fucking call me that! You’re not the one who can call me that! You’re not her!”
“Her? Who’s her?”
“God, I knew you were slow, but I didn’t take you for completely stupid. Let me spell it out for you: You. Are. Not. Y/N.”
She licked her lips, her eyes falling to the floor. “I knew it. I knew you weren’t over her.”
“Then you should know that you should leave.”
“Go. I’ll have someone bring your shit back to you.” He reached for the bottle, pouring himself another shot. “I don’t ever want to see you again. Understood?”
She didn’t say another word. Instead, she turned, trying to hide her tears, as she walked out of his home and out of his life. If he was a good man, he would’ve ran after her, wiped her tears away, try to explain the situation more gently. But Ransom Drysdale was not a good man. And he would never waste attempts at goodness on someone who wasn’t you, the only angel to have ever been in his life.
He knew what he had to do. He had to win you over again.
He could only hope he didn’t mess it up again.
But that was what he was good at. And he wasn’t anywhere close to changing his ways.
It went worse than he ever could’ve imagined. He thought you would fall into his arms. He never thought you’d fight back, twist his own words again him, and throw him to the curb. You weren’t his anymore, and he knew that now.
He stopped keeping tabs on you after that. Perhaps there was some truth in the saying, if you love something set it free—if it comes back, it was yours; if it doesn’t, it never was. He hoped you would come back. But he'd kicked you out of his life too many times for you to even think of returning to him.
Then he heard from his mother that you were getting married, that you’d sent out invitations. He hadn’t gotten one. He hadn’t expected to get one. But, when he looked at the fancy paper, the way your name looped around Steve’s, his heart ached.
He almost went back to New York, track you down and get down on his knees for you. But he knew better now.
For the first time ever, he let things be. He let you have your life. You weren’t his anymore, and acknowledging that hurt more than potentially being rejected by you once more.
But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
The only thing Ransom Drysdale ever regretted was losing you, and now he had to forever live with the consequences of his actions.
It was what he deserved.
142 notes · View notes
Ransom x you
I had this on my head yesterday...so, it goes to the gorgeous @helenaeisenhower
The first time he told you you are different, you thought it was just a line; something people say when they want their partners to feel special. You like to know Ransom wants to please you and make you feel good with him, but now you also know exactly what he meant by that. After 3 months dating, plus 5 in a serious relationship, this is the first time you visit his family, and it's overwhelming - not in the best way - to see the way they talk to one another. Even though Ransom tries to shield you from the mess, you're not used to anything other than a loving family. The fact that his mother invited his ex, affirming she didn't know they weren't together anymore, cause he's been just so distant...you want to leave, but you also want to show him you're strong and can deal with it.
So, for the last half an hour this skinny perfect blonde woman keeps talking to his mother and looking at you no matter where you go or what you do, it's uncomfortable and the only thing reassuring you is your boyfriend's hand on the small of your back as he keeps an investment talk with his father. You watch him trying to end the talk a couple of times, only to have his father ask something else, as if the only reason for this talk is to keep him from having to interact with the rest of the family. Ransom brings your body closer and slides his hand up to caress the nape of your neck, your head resting against his chest when you see the irritation in his ex's eyes. Is he aware of it? Is he doing it on purpose? You don't know, but when she drinks her wine like a shot and walks away from the living room, you feel some relief.
Between cousins, uncle, parents and 'the help' as you strangely hear Ransom say sometimes, the only person interested in getting to know you is his grandpa - but you're way too intimidated to even look him in the eye. It's Harlan Thrombey! You've always wanted to be a writer, but ended up translating other writers' work to your first language - italian. It was how you and Ramson met, their publishing company was looking for someone to translate a series of books and after a reunion to discuss it, you got a job contract and a dinner invite. Is what you tell the old man when he manages to usher you away from the father/son discussion, bringing you to his library, where you both sit as you try not to look so stupidly amazed by all the books there.
"So it was a nice dinner, then?" Harlan asks with a welcoming smile that makes you open up.
"No, it was horrible. He was...such a pain in the ass! I'm sorry for the language but I don't know how else to say it. He was just an arrogant prick and I told him so." You still remember the way Ransom looked at you, as if you were crazy.
"What changed, then?"
"Him. I was given an office to use as I worked with your company and your grandson would leave a little origami flower at my desk everyday for a month, until I agreed to give him another chance."
"Am I right to assume he made a better impression on the second date?"
"He was a gentleman. A smart, attentive gentleman. We dated - like old fashion lunches and dinners - and got to know each other better for the following 3 months I was there, then he asked me to be his girlfriend."
"Three months dating? No funny business?" He asks surprised, but his eyes were not on you, so you turn your head to see what got his attention.
"No funny business" you hear your man saying from the door, he was leaning on it, as if he has been there for a while. You wonder if he heard the conversation.
"Would you both want something to drink?"
"Yes, bring us champagne" He tells Ransom, who leaves to get the beverage.
"I've seen my grandson having affairs, partners of some kind...but never a serious girlfriend, and no one like yourself, young lady." He smiles and starts to stand, so you assume the conversation is over "He stopped with the origami flowers?"
"No, never. I have a box full of them."
"So, what? 9 months...about 275 flowers?"
"A bit more, some days he gives me more than one."
After getting a book from his vast collection, he gives it to you. Opening the old thing, named 'I Fell' you see a lot of pages are missing, almost half of it, and recognize the paper as the same as your flowers. You look back at him, shocked.
"I've never published this but I'll send you a copy so you won't need to undo the flowers to read it."
"Thank you for what?" Ransom says, back in the room.
"I'm just praising your girlfriends' beauty and intelligence" Harlam compliments.
"Fair." He looks at you with a soft smile, giving you the flute of champagne. "The dinner will be served in 10 minutes."
"I'll let you enjoy the silence for a bit." The old man excuses himself from the library, giving Ransom a pat in the back before going out.
"Is everything okay?" he says sitting at the big chair his grandpa was using before
"Yes, I like him." you tell him, taking the hand he offers to sit on his lap.
"Good, I'm sorry for the others, tough"
"I know it's not what you're used to"
"I'm sorry that it's what you are used to" and you really do. You know the arrogant prick you first met is the result of this environment.
"It's a reason to make it different" he gives you a peck and smile as you get another gulp of the golden drink.
"You look amazing"
"Not as stylish as your ex..."
"She's not my ex. We've never been serious"
"Well, she's beautiful"
"She is...but you are gorgeous and have a lot of other qualities that I appreciate. She got nothing on you"
"Want to leave?” the mix of mischief and despair in his eyes something you would never be able to ignore.
"The dinner will be served..." you try to reason.
"I don't care, I feel like I'm poisoning you by keeping you here. You're too good for this shit show. Let's get some take away and eat by the fireplace, what do you say?"
"Anything you want with double bacon"
"You're my knight in shining armour, let's go."
28 notes · View notes