#ransom drysdale fluff
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Ransom fucking the reader in an elevator? You can decide if they get caught or not 😈
elevator — ransom
warnings || public sex, daddy kink, minors DNI, unprotected sex, degradation, dom!ransom, hair pulling, dirty talk
You had decided to visit him during his work day. Ransom liked to write, much like his grandfather. To keep his inheritance, Harlan required Ransom to come into the offices and write a certain amount each week.
Ransom was working so hard on his book, and he’d never let you read it. Not until it was done. He had gotten so into his work that he hadn’t been showering you in the attention you wanted and you knew he was getting restless now.
So when you showed up at lunch time, he was more than pleased to see you. Especially after all the little selfies you had been sending him. He saved his documents.
“Dewdrop, what a surprise,”Ransom grinned, pushing away from his desk to come around to wrap you in his arms.
You beamed into his shoulder when he picked you up, lifting you off on your feet and kissing your cheek.”I missed you,”You admitted,”I got off early today, my boss told me I was doing the best work in the office, sent me home as a thank you.”
“If he thinks you are doing good work, he should pay you,”Ransom rolled his eyes,”They are using your need to be praised against you, baby, you gotta demand more.”
“I know, I know, but I like my job, I don’t want to lose it,” You told him, sighing out softly,”Plus, my savings will cover my rent for at least three months, so stop worrying.”
“No, I’m gonna pay your rent,”Ransom told you, grasping your chin when you went to shake your head.”Hey, you’re more than my sugar baby, but let me do this, it’ll make me feel better.”
“Let daddy take care of you, dewdrop,”Ransom whispered, kissing your lips.”Let me take you out to lunch, spoil you for doing so well at work.”
“There’s only one thing I really want,”You bit down on your bottom lip, hands running down his chest while you looked up at him through thick lashes.
“After lunch...”Ransom groaned, pushing you towards the door so that you could make your way to the elevator. Your wandering hands have got him distracted now, especially when you have your ass pressed against his crotch. You pretend it’s all innocent, but he knows.
“Baby,”Ransom grunted as the elevator doors shut, sighing out when you muttered a small sorry, daddy.
He had stopped the elevator, the doors sealed shut on his floor before he had you pressed against the wall with his lips on you with fever.
“Been craving you, kitten, all those little picture you’ve sent me, fuck, you got me so hard, think it’s time you took care of daddy’s cock,” He flipped your body so that your face is pressed against the wall.
“Hands on the wall, dewdrop,”Ransom grunted, kicking your feet apart once your hands splayed over the wall. You yelped slightly, thighs spread to present your dripping cunt to him.”Oh fuck.”
“Ran, what if someone sees?” You asked, biting down on your bottom lip while you glanced up at the little camera in the elevator. You were worried the elevator would come back on and open the doors for everyone to see. Yet, the thought made your cunt gush with arousal.
“Then you better put on a good show.”Ransom pulled your panties down your legs, stuffing the soaking thong into his pocket,”’m gonna have to save these for later, for those late nights when I miss your smell, when I miss this sweet pussy. You’re fucking drenched, dewdrop. You want daddy to take you right here?”
“Yes, yes,”You bowed your head between your arms, sticking your ass out for him to grab onto. He pulled hiked your dress up and with no shame, he pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock.
Without a word of warning, his large cock in plummeting into your sopping heat. You clung to his dick, welcoming the painful and pleasing intrusion with a loud moan,”Daddy!”
“Yeah, that’s it, so fucking tight and wet, all for me,”Ransom growled, his hands gripping your hips harshly. The pads of his fingers bored into your smooth skin, dragging your ass back against his throbbing cock.”You like when daddy fucks you like this, all out in the open where anyone can see? Admit it, baby, tell daddy how much you love his cock.”
“I do!”You whimpered, back arching while you claw at the wall in front of you.”I love your cock, love being filled with your big cock, oh, fuck!”
Ransom’s hand coming to pull at your hair harshly, making you mewl in response, neck craning back.”Keep those hands on the wall or I’ll stop. You wanna cum, don’t you, dewdrop?”
“Please, daddy,”You begged, keeping your form against the wall perfect for him. You feel his other hand around your throat, his hips jackhammering your clenching cunt with a vicious motion. His other hand yanked at your hair, fingers tangled into your soft locks.
“So needy, can feel you clenching around you, kitten, you gonna cum for me, better hurry, the elevator’s gonna start working soon,”Ransom growled, his pace harder and fast while he chased his own organs. He felt you spasm around him, milking his cock with your sporadic orgasm that made your legs tremble. Just as he pulled out of, watching his hot seed drip down your thighs, the elevator dinged.
The doors had just opened when Ransom had pulled his slacks up and your dress back down. He smirked while he pulled you against him, his fingers sliding up your thighs to scoop up the substance. He brought his fingers to your lips, which you took willingly despite the odd looks you got from the woman stepping in the elevator.
Once you licked his fingers clean, Ransom pulled you into a long kiss that made your body quiver under him,”Hope you aren’t too full, I plan to take you out for a full lunch,”He whispered into your ear with the biggest smirk.
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How about ransom jerking off in front of dewdrop while she’s tied up as punishment for something?
bad girl — ransom
warning || smut, jacking off, punishment, bondage, kneeling, heavy daddy kink, this made me very horny so i apologize in advance
Out of all the punishments that Ransom had ever given you, this was by far the worst. He knew how much you liked being spanked, so he had gotten creative. He bought some more rope, tying your arms and wrists behind your back. Except he didn’t stop there, no, he had you kneeled on the ground in front of his favorite chair. Your calves were tied together, sitting like a perfect little submissive in front of your boyfriend.
Ransom was completely nude, his heavy cock wet from where he had made you spit on it, but you weren’t allowed to touch. The ache between your thighs was unforgiving. You practically dripping in your panties, mouth watering at the sight in front of you.
His hand stroked his cock, spit and pre-cum glistening over the thick member. You wished you could run your tongue over the vein on the side, wished you feel how heavy he was in your mouth.
“Drooling, baby?”Ransom taunted, running thumb expertly over his tip. He fisted his cock, slowly dragging out each stroke.”Bet you wish you could touch, hm? That pussy must be soaking for me, but bad girls don’t get cocks stuffed in their holes.”
“Shut the fuck up,”He snapped, making you whine at his dominant voice. You were shaking with want, craving the feeling of his big cock shoved into your throat or cunt.”You’ve been a brat all week, coming to daddy’s office in that little skirt and touching yourself on the couch when I would give you attention. You’ll be lucky if I let you cum anytime soon. You break the rules, you get punished. Tell me what you’re sorry for.”
You tried to shift on your knees, the pressure forming bruises against your skin. You heaved out, watching how his cock throbbed under his touch.
“I’m sorry I touched myself, and that I left panties in your jacket for you to find,”You breathed out shakily,”’m sorry I sent you all those pictures and teased you because—I just needed you, daddy, I’m sorry, please let me cum, please, wanna feel your cock in my pussy.”
Ransom groaned, his strokes becoming faster and more precise,”Well, that’s too bad,”He grunted out, feeling the pressure in his stomach become overwhelming. He stood up from the chair, his cock hanging in the air thrusting inti his large,”You’re gonna sit there while Daddy cum on this pretty face and you’re gonna take it like the bad little whore you are, got it?”
“Yes, daddy,”You mewled, leaning forward with your lips slightly parted when thick strips of hot, white seed painted your face messily. You looked so fucking hot covered with his cum, licking at your lips to lap up what you can.
“Daddy’s gotta video meeting,”He told you, smirking while he slipped back into his jeans and sweater. He grabbed his laptop, resting it on the arm of the chair.”You’re gonna sit at my feet and be quiet. If you’re good, maybe I’ll eat that cute pussy till you cum.”
“I’ll be good, I promise,”You whined, struggling against the ties around your body. You wanted to be closer.
“Be still, dewdrop,”Ransom commanded,”I’m busy, don’t be a bad girl or else I’ll have you like this until bed.”
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illicit affair; steve rogers
pairings: best friends dad! steve rogers x reader (steve is also reader's teacher)
warnings: smut, and kinda fluff (idk you count it) and also, awkardness and tension between the two
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It was raining, it was very unusual, to rain on such a sunny day, but we gotta expect the unexpected. After your lectures you went to a library to get some book for your upcoming test, and it started to rain pretty bad.
So you started walking because your best friend, Melissa, wasn't gonna pick you up. The only place close to this library was Melissa's place, and you decided to go there for a while.
There wasn't any problem except one, Steve Rogers, Melissa's Dad, and also, a professor in your college. It was strange how young he lookef when he was a father of a girl who was your age.
So like usual, you walked to Melissa's place, and knocked. Again, expect the unexpected. You expected Melissa to great you on the door, but it wasn't, It was Steve Rogers, the handsome, and ridiculously hot man, you had dreams about.
"Y/n? Hey!" He greeted, and you just stopped looking at him.
"Uh—M-Mr. Rogers? Is Melissa here?" You asked, still standing outside, and you were soaking wet, from the rain. He looks at you, from up to down.
"Melissa isn't home." He says, and you nodded.
"Alright, i-i'll leave, see you on Monday, Mr. Rogers—"
"Its still Raining Y/n, i think you should stay here, Melissa would be here soon, don't worry."
"I don't really wanna disturb you, Mr—"
"I can really use your company, Y/n, stay." He says, his voice calm, and demanding, which made you take a deep breath.
"S-sure." You replied as he let you in. You had a huge crush on this man, he was your Teacher, alongside was your best friend's dad. But love is love.
Steve, on the other hand, too had a crush on you, and he always used to backout thinking of his daughter and also, thinking that you were his student, and you probably don't feel the same.
a shiver ran down your body, you were cold, and wet from the rain. This grabbed, Steve's attention, and he looks at you, your arms closely wrapped around your body.
"I'll get you some fresh clothes, and a towel okay? You can go and take a shower, in Mel's room." He offered to you and you nodded, walking upstairs to Melissa's room.
You walked to the bathroom, and stripped down to shower. Warm showers were your favorite during these times. Meanwhile, Steve keeps a pair of fresh clothes, (his clothes) and a towel, while you fresh up, and decided to give you the towel.
He knocks on the bathroom door.
"Is it Mel?" You asked, your voice soft, and he melted when you spoke like that.
"No, Y/n, it's me, Steve, i wanted to give you t-towel...here you go." He says, a weird feeling between the two.
"Mr. Rogers, thank you, uh.." you tried to talk, but couldn't form words. He too was in the same form when he was around you.
"I'll see you, downstairs." He says, before leaving, and closing the bedroom behind him, sighing, pushing his hair upwards, thinking of what's wrong with him, and you do the same.
After getting dressed you walked downstairs, to where he was sitting, with a cup of coffee, near the heater, at how cold it was getting, and so were you, so cold. His attention turns towards you, as you walked in his clothes, his shirt, and his sweats.
"I hope you won't mind wearing these, you know, I don't touch Melissa's closet —" he waits to gather words, but couldn't.
"I-i understand, Mr. Rogers, and thank you for these clothes , they're very comfortable." You thanked him, and he smiles, unable to take his eyes off you.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" He asked, and you looked at him.
"Uh..ye—yess if it doesn't bothers you." You replied and he shook his head.
"Ofcourse y/n, why would it bother me?" He says and asks at the same time while he walks in the kitchen, getting a cup of coffee ready, for you.
He gives it to you, and sits infront of you, while you're shivering, and he turns the heater to your side.
"So, what were you doing outside?" He asked, and you smiled at him before answering.
"I-i was just getting books from the library for the upcoming test, you know." You answered, and he nodded, and smiled.
"Studying i see, I really am proud of your results Y/n, you did great, the past semester." He appreciated you, and you smiled at him.
"Thank you, Mr. Rogers!" Just then, Melissa calls him, and he sighs, and picked it up, you take a deep breath, as he answered.
"Melissa, where are you?" He asks, trying to calm his anger and stress towards the fact that his daughter hasn't returned home.
"Dad, I am with jacob! I already told you, now look at how bad it's raining, I won't step or drive." She explains, and he sighs, keeping his free hand on his torso. Your eyes not stuck at him, as he talked.
"Are you planning on staying the night there? Gosh! Y/n's here waiting for you too." He says, and looks at you, and you quickly look away from him.
"Y/n's there? Then you two can give company to each other. Dad, i have to stay the night here, you have to look at the way it's raining today."
"Fine, take care, be back early tomorrow." He says and hangs up, seeing you.
"Mel's not gonna be home tonight, it's raining very bad." He said and you nodded.
"Well, i guess i should leave Mr. Rogers, I-"
"Steve, Call me Steve, no one's around here.." steve said and you nod
"Mr. R—Steve...i think I should leave, see you—"
"Stay here for a while Y/n, its still raining heavily." He insisted, and you couldn't say no to that face ofcourse. He looked like he needed company and even if you get home, you wouldn't do anything, so you wouldn't mind spending time with him.
"Alright, Steve." You said, and he smiles. You sit back, shivering like hell. You were a very cold person, I don't know how should I describe it. But back in the days, you always were found in sweaters or blankets wrapped around you.
"Still cold?" He asked, and you shook your head.
"I am done with my work, would you mind watching a movie? I also have food and i hope you like it." He offers and ofcourse you say yes.
"Ofcourse, Mr.Rogers — i mean Steve." You said and he nods going to the kitchen, getting some snacks, while you get comfortable on the couch.
He comes back, playing some random movie, which you're trying hard to pay attention to, but its getting so hard, because Steve was hella attractive and seeing him with a formal wear, made you go crazy.
He comes closer to you, as you were cold, wrapping you in a blanket, and holds you close to him.
"Mr. Rogers..what are you doing?" You asked pulling away from him.
"Y-you were cold Y/n, i was just trying to help nothing else.." he says and you look away.
"Sorry...i—thank you.." you whispered and he nodded, as he still kept you close to him, it was very difficult to keep the eyes on the tv and watch it or pay attention to it now.
The female lead in the movie kisses the male lead, and it was just getting intense, and your heart was racing, and so was Steve's. This has been the closest he has been to you...and he was losing himself.
You didn't know how, but something came over you, and you looked at him, and he turned to look at you, this was very different.
"Everything ok—" you cut him off by pressing your lips on his. He was shocked but, kissed you back. He now pulled you closer to him, arms freely on your waist, as he pulls you closer. You pull away, resting your head on his, and both of you pant.
"I've wanted that for so long." He says, and you look at him.
"Me too." You replied, kissing him again, now it was so unholy, that he got an idea of. Pulling him closer, tangling your legs on his torso, kissing which was full of teeths and tongues.
He pulls away, looking at you , breathing heavily, and asks you.
"Do you want this, Y/n? Because if you do, fuck i will give it to you, and if not I won't lay a finger on you, ever!" He says and you smile at him.
"Ofcourse i want it." You said, before he kisses you again, you now laying on the couch, he's on top of you. Your hands on the hem of his shirt, as you rip it off him, and smirked at your eagerness.
His hands pull your shirt off, and you both try to get rid of the clothes you were on throwing it on the floor, somewhere, none of you cared about.
He kisses you, on your neck, his fingers roaming around your body, resulting moans falling from your lips, he left marks, just then he picks you up, takes you to his bedroom, not leaving your lips for a second.
The kisses keeps getting hotter, you both fell on the bed, you were on top, but he rolls, and he's on top now.
"I need you!." You whinned.
"I know!." He says, kissing your inner thighs
He goes down and leans to your clit, smirking as he felt your wetness.
"So wet for me, and i've barely touched you." He said and you moaned. His lips attach to your clit and he started licking it slow, and teasing you
"Oh fuck! Steve! Don't tease!!" You moaned and he smirked. He kept doing that until you were close enough for him.
"Baby.." you tried to say and he switched his mouth with his fingers. His eyes starring deeply into yours, and when you moaned, he growled lightly.
"Fuck i'm going to cum!" You said and he kissed you, as you came on his fingers, moaning loudly,arms around his shoulder.
He sucks his fingers clean, and seeing that made you go crazy. I mean he looked like a sex god.
"Baby, you taste so good." He said and you blushed. He smirked looking at you.
"Ready for me baby?" He asked and you nodded. He lines himself at your entrance and pushes into you, gasps and moans leave your mouth. He moans at how tight you were.
"Oh god." You moaned as he started thrusting in you, slowly. Sweating, and moaning was the only things you two do. Steve grunts, as he thrusts again.
"Just like that baby, just like that oh god yes." You moaned, he literally is a sex god, now you were sure
Steve's one hand on the headboard and the other near your body, for his balance. He thrusted harder into you, and your moans and his grunts were loud.
He continued doing that until you both were close, moaning eachother names like its the only thing you know.
"Oh god, i'm gonna cum." You said
"Cum on me, i know you want, give me one more, baby." He said and kissed you, before you screamed, cumming all over his cock, as he moaned at how you clenched around him. He felt how close he was, and then came in you, both of you heavily breathing.
He collapsed next to you, while you tried to catch your breath.
"That..was...amazing!" You said, and he smiles at you.
"I know, now get some rest, i'm not leaving you that early." You said and he kissed you.
Oh boy you were in for a longgg night, and no you weren't complaining. What you & Steve had, was illicit and wrong, but none of you cared because that's what both of you wanted it from so long. You were just worried about facing Melissa, and on the other hand Steve would have felt the same, but for now, none of you care about the future, other than living the present, with each other.
so bad omg😭😭
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First of all, congratulations to 3k once again 💜🥳
Second of all, I may have teared up a little when I saw you tagged me 🥺🥺🥺💗 ily
And finally, my spin results:
Kink: bondage and edging
Character: Ransom Drysdale
Prompts: "I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow so fuck me harder." and "If you interrupt me one more time."
I feel like this would be perfect for our two favorite assholes 👀😂 But do with this what you want, it's gonna be awesome either way 🥳
This is so good for the OTP babe!!! Thought about putting this on in the sex dungeon but decided to make it a little softer.
Smut (cockwarming, use of sex toys, anal play, reader ismore of a soft dom in this one (but that’s actually worse for Ransom), little bit of fluff) no minors!!!
“Baby, please. I can’t take any more.” Ransom let out a tortured sigh when you turned the intensity on the vibrator down again, his orgasm receding as you nibbled on his collarbone.
“Aww, poor puppy.” You slowly kissed your way up his neck until you could suck a bruise against his jaw. “You know what to say if you really want it.”
Tears started leaking down his cheeks when you clenched around him, but he still had that set to his jaw that made you think he was gonna keep being a brat. Even with the vibrator buzzing against his prostate and your his cock buried in your pussy, he still wouldn’t cave and give you what you wanted.
Unfortunately for him, you were absolutely fine torturing him for hours on end. Not like when he edged you and brought you to the precipice of your pleasure as fast as he could over and over so you would give in to him as soon as possible.
But you could actually control yourself. It had been almost three hours since you’d tied him to your massive bed, the silk ropes around his wrists and ankles stretching him wide across the mattress, just enough slack in them so he could relax against the pillows. All the comfort in the world couldn’t help his escape from the torment you were inflicting on him, though.
The toy started buzzing faster inside him at the same time you started rolling your hips and he let out a pitiful whimper, sweat covering his entire body in a thin sheen as you started slowly drawing him towards his peak again. You felt him squirm underneath you and grinned against his throat before licking your way up to slot your mouth over his, your movements growing more deliberate as you did your best to get him worked up.
There was a buzzing from the nightstand and Ransom groaned when you sat up to grab your phone, your cunt flexing around him as you stretched to reach it while still keeping him fully sheathed in you.
“Oh my god, it’s Anne!” Your face spread in a wide grin as you texted back, starting to bounce yourself on Ransom’s cock without actually acknowledging him.
“Who?” Maybe if he kept you distracted with conversation, you’d finally let him come. He couldn’t remember you ever mentioning an “Anne”.
“My best friend? We’ve know each other since college.” You frowned at him before turning back to your screen. “I know I’ve talked about her before, Hugh.”
“Well, you talk about a lot of stuff, baby.” He was trying not to writhe underneath you, he was almost there, he needed to keep distracting you. “Why haven’t I met her if she’s your best friend?”
“She was helping with the opening of her company’s new offices in Amsterdam for the past year.” You slowed your movements down as you continued talking, trying not to look too happy when you heard him whine. “Apparently, data management and storage is a lot more involved than you would think.”
“Ah, shit, I don’t fucking care!” He was done, wrenching against his restraints wretchedly as he sought any form of friction. “Just make me come, you bitch.”
A desperate sob ripped from his chest when you went completely still, his body sagging against the bed in defeat when you shut off the vibrator, too. You just gave him an impassive stare as you watched him cry, crossing your arms over your chest while you waited for him to wear himself out.
“Now, that was pretty fucking stupid.” You reached up and dragged a finger through the tears that were staining his cheeks, bringing it up to your mouth and sucking the salty liquid between your lips as you glared at him. “I hope you feel better after that little outburst, because now you’re gonna have to stay quiet and still while I call my best friend.”
He just stared at the ceiling while you dialed the phone, panting with exhaustion as he tried to regain some control over himself. This was the longest you’d ever drawn him out, and he was cursing himself for being such a stubborn asshole.
“Anne? How the fuck are you, you bitch?” You ignored his sad little huffs as you chatted with your friend, winking at him and stroking his chest when he finally brought his eyes back to yours. “Why are you texting me so early? Isn’t it, like, 6 AM there?”
Forty-five minutes, that’s how long he had to listen to you chatting with that bitch he’d never even met like he wasn’t in the room. He’d only tried to get your attention once, moaning your name and trying to roll his hips underneath you until you gripped his jaw and muted your phone as you scowled at him.
“If you interrupt me one more time, I’ll leave you tied up here, frustrated, for the rest of the night after making myself come all over your chest. Close enough for you to smell and think about how fucking good my pussy tastes until whenever I decide to let you go in the morning. Now be good.”
He didn’t move a muscle for the rest of your conversation, knowing that you never made empty threats. It was surreal laying there, listening to you tell your friend about your relationship while your pussy was wrapped around his cock like it was the most mundane thing in the world. He wondered if this friend of yours knew how big of a freak you were.
“Alright, babe, let me know when your flight gets in and I’ll pick you up. Love you!” You looked positively giddy when you tossed your phone on the nightstand, curling over and pressing your lips to his until he started struggling against his bonds again. “Puppy, you did so good. And now I’m in such a good fucking mood with Anne moving back to the States. I’m gonna ride this big dick until you fill me up.”
“Ah, fuck.” His eyes rolled back in his head when you turned the vibrator on again, losing himself in the mixture of sensations as you sat up over him again and started to drive your hips against his. “Baby, shit, you feel so fucking good.”
“I know, puppy.” You reached behind you and placed your hands on his knees, leaning back and arching your spine as you continued grinding against him. “Ngh, love this big cock so much, hits me so fucking deep. You know how hard it is for me to just sit there with you inside me and not fuck the brains out of you? Why you gotta be such a damn brat?”
“Can’t help it, you’re too fucking cute when I piss you off.” He grinned when you rewarded him with a dark chuckle, the rhythm of your hips and the speed of the vibrator holding him right at the edge. “Baby, c’mon. I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow, so fuck me harder.”
“Aww, you want me to break you, puppy?” You turned up the intensity before pulling off him almost completely, then dropping back down to meet his hips and moaning when he screamed for you. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Fuck, he wished you’d untied him, he just wanted to hold your tits in his palms when he watched them bounce like that. A frantic chant of “yes” and “fuck” and “ungh” started falling from his lips as you basically drove him right to his peak then shoved him over the edge. The choked cry he let out when he started shooting his thick load into you had you coming right behind him, his body jerking wildly underneath you as he did his best to break out of his restraints. You let him ride it out as you creamed all over him, moaning low in your chest until his movements finally stilled.
“Jesus fuck, puppy.” You ran your fingers through his chest hair as you beamed down at him. “Now, say it so I can untie you and we can take a bath.”
“What?!” He looked at you incredulously as you cocked an eyebrow at him, huffing out a frustrated breath. “I thought we were finished.”
“Not until you say it, Hugh.” You shook your head at him. “I have no problem spending a night in the guest room if you insist on being a brat.”
“Fine.” God, he was fucking adorable when he pouted. “I’m sorry I watched Mindhunter without you. You were just at work so long, and it’s so good!”
“No excuses.” You bent to give him a peck on the lips and work at undoing his bindings. “I accept your apology, but it better not happen again, Hugh.”
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Through the Glass - Ransom Drysdale x Reader
a/n: this one's angsty!! i wrote this for @sweetlyscared's 1k sweetly sad party (congrats on 1k by the way, love <3) and i've just fallen in love with writing for ransom. anyway, i hope you enjoy!! dividers by @firefly-graphics
pairings: ransom drysdale x reader
word count: 2354
warnings: language, angst, fluff if you squint, gaslighting, manipulation, mentions of murder and attempted murder, ransom in general (he seems to need a warning at times)
prompts used: i highlighted the songs I used as prompts at the beginning and end :)
sneak-peek: you're the only one who believes in ransom. when he makes a grave mistake, you find it hard to leave room in your heart for him.
"What have I become? I’m a fucking monster, when all I wanted was something beautiful.” – Monster, Meg Myers
Ransom thought the world of you. He thought, in his plan for his life, that you would always be by his side. He envisioned you as his best girl, helping him walk through life as you had for many years.
Being the girlfriend of a “selfish, arrogant man-whore,” as your friends would call him, wasn't always easy. There was never a moment, however when you doubted that you were meant for him. For the past three years, you had stood by him, and you didn't feel that it was a waste of time.
In life, you would always seek out those who were broken. Every boyfriend, every second date, every love-of-your-live-I-swear had some sort of baggage that you felt you could be of help for. You thought you could fix them, mend what was broken. Ransom was no different.
Ransom, unlike the others, wasn't very open about his feelings. He loved to keep them bottled up inside, cursing out those around him or losing his temper with a family member. It was his way of coping, and you were always around to help him through it.
The family knew that you were great for him. In the three years, you had spent with him, you noticed him able to open up more to you and those around him. He was making real progress, and you knew you had something to do with it. You were the only reason Ransom wasn't cut out of the family will, or so you thought, because the family saw you as his future wife.
His grandfather, Harlan, had sat down with you at a party one evening. He held one of your hands, looking at you. "Y/N, I know you don't see it all the time, but Ransom loves you. You are the only thing that has kept him together, and I can see you staying with him for a very long time. Raising children just down the road, being there for him... but I want you to prioritize you."
You were confused at his words. "Of course, Mr. Thrombey, what do you mean by that?"
"Don't get caught up in trying to please Ransom," he says with a straight face. "He will do bad things; don't let him fool you. Don't stay tethered to him, or you will get hurt. Stay safe."
It was the last conversation you had with Harlan. Just a few nights later, when you were staying with your mother in Maine, you heard the news.
"The famous mystery novel writer Harlan Thrombey has taken his own life in his mansion in New England."
"Sources say that he used the dagger located in his office. Police and investigators are still trying to find out the whole story. We will update you as the story evolves."
You took out your phone instantly, calling Ransom. He was in his home, scribbling something into a piece of paper. "Ransom?! Are you okay, I heard what happened to Harlan..."
"Love, everything's fine. Stay at your mom's house, it's too insane over here. Don't get involved, don't come anywhere near my house. I promise I'll come to get you when everything is sorted out, just stay where you are."
It shocked you. You had never heard him so serious, so demanding with you. Before you could say a word of protest, the line went dead. You were incredibly nervous, and you didn't know what he was up to.
Booking a hotel about thirty minutes away in a nearby city, you decided to stay close. Ransom was known to be very sporadic and greedy, and you were worried because you knew that Harlan was planning on changing his will. You knew he was cutting most of his family out of the will, and why wouldn't he cut out his greedy grandson?
You stayed alert, watching the news. Nothing new yet. Nothing too important. You were incredibly worried about how silent everyone was being, until a few days after the suicide.
A call. From the local police department.
"Hello, this is Y/N. How can I-"
"Sweetheart," you heard Ransom breathe through the phone. It sounded as if he hadn't slept in days, or eaten for that matter. "I can't believe it's you, j-just stay on the line."
You breathed heavily, gripping the phone. Your hand almost shaking, even though he hadn't said anything. "Ransom, what the hell did you do," you say softly, trying to calm yourself down.
"None of your concern, sweetheart, but listen... I need you to call my lawyers, tell them I'm in a bit of a situation. Tell them to call the police department, please..."
"Did you kill Harlan?"
Your voice reverberated through the phone, and you could hear the echo in the phone as he stayed silent. "No, love, why would you even think that? T-That's what they've been saying, but don't listen to them. Has it reached the news yet, why are you asking me that?" He was being very frantic. You knew he was to blame, you could feel it.
You move over to turn on the news, seeing the footage of Ransom being pushed into the police car. He was wearing the blue sweater you had gotten him for Christmas... which had orange liquid down the front. "I just figured I'd ask, but yes... it's hit the local news stations."
"Local? A-Are you close? I told you specifically not to come anywhere near either of the houses, where the hell are you?"
"Not your concern!" you yelled back at him, your face turning red. "I'm going to your house later today to investigate, but you better have a better answer for me when I come by the station. This is bullshit, Ransom, bullshit! Unforgiveable, if it’s true.”
The other side went silent again as he breathed heavily. He was right to be stunned; you were furious. You had never felt this upset at him; he was acting like a child. Like murdering his own grandfather wouldn't have consequences. "Okay fine, love, but you won't find anything. I'll see you later then. I love you."
The three words you would always respond back to. But this time, the line went dead.
It wasn't time for love, no, it was time for answers.
Driving up to the Nashua Street Jail, you remembered your experiences with picking up Ransom from there. You had hoped that the last time was the final time you needed to do so.
Being drunk in public wasn't too much of a crime. He had drunk way too many mimosas at a family brunch, but the tequila he drank on the way in your car hadn't helped either. You were there instantly to pick him up; he didn't even need to pick up the phone. You liked being the one who would bail him out, the only one who believed in him at that point.
At the moment, you didn't even think you still did.
Going through the metal detector, you dropped off your keys and phone in the small bin as you raised your arms. One of the police officers recognized you. "Y/N, why are you here on a beautiful day like this? Don't tell me..."
"It's Ransom again," you sighed, picking your keys and your phone back up. "But this time, I'm not here to bail him out."
You walked down the hall to the visitation room, eyeing the glass cubbies where the prisoners could speak with someone through the phone. You had never seen this in real life, only in movies and TV shows. In real life, it was a chilling sight.
"I'm here to see Ransom Drysdale," you said softly to the officer. "He should know that I'm coming in, I was talking to him yesterday and-"
"Yes, miss, he was having a screaming match with an officer yesterday because he thought you'd be here yesterday." You winced a little, whispering a sorry, but she shook her head. "Not your fault. Take a seat in the third cubby, Mr. Drysdale will be right with you."
Nodding, you took a seat in the metal chair. You fiddled with your fingers, nervous to see him again after all this time. 'All this time’ was a mere week, but it felt like he had become a new person. How was your loving boyfriend a murderer? It made no sense.
"There she is," you heard very faintly from the other side, and outsteps Ransom. He wears an orange bodysuit that hugs him in all the right places, and his hair is all messed up from being locked up for a day, and...
No, Y/N. Focus.
He walks up to his own seat, sitting down right in front of you. Bringing the phone to his ear, he looks into your eyes. "So glad you could finally make it."
"You didn't answer my question yesterday. Did you or did you not kill your grandfather?" You were raging with anger, but also with fear. How could he have been capable of something so heinous? It was unfathomable.
He smiles back at you. "I told you, I didn't do it. I'm being falsely accused, Y/N, come on! You really think I'm a murderer?"
You could see past the gaslighting. "It's possible. I know he had a lot of money saved up for you that suddenly went to someone else, and I'm not blind to your greediness. I don't believe you."
Ignoring your words, he continued to torture your mind. "You really think your loving boyfriend is a killer? You think I'm smart enough to get my grandfather alone, on his birthday, kill him in cold blood, and make him look like a killer? Do you think you've fucked a killer?” The words stung, and you could see his spit collecting on the bullet-proof glass as he yelled at you. “Y/N, listen to yourself! As soon as we get this all sorted out, you and I will run away together. We won't even look back, we'll be so far away that we won't have to see my family again."
Tears threatened to fill your eyes. "Ransom, just shut up! I heard what they were saying on TV, you tried to frame Marta for killing him!" He scoffed, but you continued. "But she switched the vials without knowing, and then you burned the office down with the toxicology report, and then you killed Fran too..."
"No, you shut up," he seethed back, and the look in his eyes was murderous. "I don't fucking care what anyone else is telling you, I didn't kill Harlan! I-"
"But you almost did. You killed Fran instead. You're a killer, Ransom, but I don't understand what this is all about."
He looked into your eyes, knowing that you couldn't be convinced otherwise. You knew what he did, but he hadn't owned up to it. "It's all about you," he breathed into the phone. You could almost feel his breath against your ear. Almost.
"I didn't ask you to kill Fran for me, I-"
"No," he mutters, his voice quieter now. "I heard Harlan wasn't going to put me in the will, and yes, I wanted that money, but that money was for us. It all went to Marta, his fucking Brazilian nurse, when he knew that he wanted to give the money to us. He wanted us to start a family together, Y/N, and that's what I want too!" He looked insane on the other side of the glass. "I want to get married to you, have our own little children to pass our legacy onto, I want you to be with me for the rest of my life... I didn't know how that would work if we didn't have that money."
You rolled your eyes, almost falling for it. "Then get a fucking job, Ransom. Work for one day in your goddamn life, and maybe you'll get some of that money that you would kill for." You glared at him. "I'm not playing your game. You can do anything you want but I am not spending the rest of my life with a murderer. Have fun rotting in jail, I'm not going to pay for your bail. And you know damn well that your family isn't either."
Hanging up the phone, you stood up from the chair. On the other side, you could hear Ransom desperately banging against the glass. "Y/N, get back here! Don't you dare walk away from me, get your ass back here! We were just talking, I need you to listen to me! For once, just listen to me! Don't believe a word they say, just don't fucking leave!"
And you left. You bid the officer goodbye as you headed for the doors, finally rid of Ransom.
Sure, you had loved him at some point. You had enjoyed your time with him; you had loved trying to put the intricate pieces of the puzzle together for three years, but you hated the way he would degrade you and treat you as if he didn't rely on you every day.
Linda, his mother, helped you transfer the ownership of his house over to you. At first, you were unsure of living in the home where you had loved him, where he had developed such unspeakable crimes.
But one afternoon, as you were enjoying a relaxing day in the living room, an alert came on over the original broadcast of Parks & Rec.
"A special announcement from the Suffolk County Sheriff's Department. Alleged murderer Ransom Drysdale has been released as innocent after today's court ruling. Marta Cabrara, a registered nurse in the state of Massachusetts, faces 40 years after the jury rules her guilty of the death of Harlan Thrombey's housekeeper Fran."
Your jaw dropped when you heard the news, frantically getting up. You ran into your room, Ransom's old room, starting to pack all of your belongings. You needed to leave, go as far away from this city, this state, as humanly possible. As you turn around, you see someone in the doorway. Ransom.
"Hey, sweetheart. Did you miss me?"
“Your dreams slowly turn against you, your feet sink into the ground. And you bleed, naked in a black room. You scream, someone let me out.” – Motel, Meg Myers
a/n: thank you for reading! please like, comment, reblog, and share your thoughts! love you all, and i'll see you next time ;)
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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.
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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.
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coming soon :)
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Writing again!.. after almost 4 years 😬 send me some requests!
Who I write for:
James Buchanan Barnes
Steven Grant Rogers
Avengers!cast x reader
This blog will NOT tolerate any form of racism, xenophobia, homophobia, any discrimination towards any race, religion, ethnicity, or sexuality.
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Ransom Drysdale Masterlist
Ransom Drysdale x Reader | word count: 3.7k | SMUT 18+ (MINORS DNI)
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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 :)
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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.
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wanna be yours ; andy barber
just a small drable.
warnings: slight smut, angst, mentions of cheating, age gap!
pairings: andy barber x reader
fingers tangled together, as he laid next to you, his free arm stroking your hair, as you listened to his heartbeat, which sounded normal. You two loved each other.
Love can be in any form. Love is never easy, and you both were suffering through it. Every night, he'd be next to you, his scent would be enough for you to calm down.
Things weren't easy as they looked. You were younger than him, having a 22 year old difference between the two, will always be questioned everywhere.
So the best you two could do was hide it, putting a curtain on your relationship with him. You knew how worse it would be later, but none of you cared about it.
Right now, you two were bare, only covered with the white, silk sheets, his lips on your head, as he pressed gentle kisses on your head, as you walked on the road of complicity of yours and his relationship again.
“What're you thinking, my love?” He asked, his voice, calm and raspy. You sighed, and looked up to meet his eyes, he smiled, getting the idea of what was inside your head
“nothing, my love.” You answered, knowing that he knew what you were thinking. He was a man, with a dark life. Wife never loved him, son never cared about him even though he would lay his life for them.
So, when both of you were covered with this much of darkness, the bridge seems to be the light that brightened both of your lives. It was destined that you'd end up like this.
He was in the spot, where he had two roads, one was losing you, and he'd have everything. The other was losing everything and have you. He was losing his everything on both the roads.
He pressed a kiss on your lips, his one hand, cupping your face, and pulling you closer. You melted in that kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, to pull him closer.
His other hand, tangled with yours, as he showed you how much he loved you, how much you mean to him. You chanted his name, which he was addicted to. Your lips addicting him, he never left them. This will be the last time, you both knew, but acted like it wasn't.
“just wanna be yours.” He breathes, resting his forehead on yours, as tears ran out and fell on his cheeks, falling on your cheek. Seeing him like that, you too were emotional.
He kissed you again, tears still falling and he looks at you, as you try your hardest to he strong.
“I am yours.” You said, and he smiles, before he kisses you again, and leaves you forever, going back to his so-called happy family, of three including him, A broken- husband / father, a Son who was depressed, and a wife and a mother who was playing games on their family.
AN: idk why i made this, but im in a ✨angsty✨ mood for a few days and if you wanna really get in your feels listen to i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys
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Alpha, May I?
The drive to the Thrombey mansion was slow going, and given all the vehicles parked outside, all the Thrombey/Drsydale’s had crawled out of their holes to be here. Including Hugh, with his shiny little beemer that looked like a tin can with the top skewed off.
With Hugh having his beemer, you recognized the mustang Joni insisted on driving, the SUV for Walt and his wife snd their little nazi son, and the Escalade Linda and her husband drove. The small cluster of vehicles was parked haphazardly as you parked near the grass. When you slid the automatic level from drive to park and had turned off your car and tucked the keys into your pocket, you exited your car. You stood by the driver’s side of the car and studied the family through the window in the mansion, watching them linger in their air of sophistication and high class that turned your nose and your stomach.
You had to take deep breaths and ease the slight souring of your stomach that told you something amiss was on the near horizon. Your senses as an omega were sharpened and heightened to the mixing of scents, the alpha’s and beta’s, that cling heavily in the air. They must’ve gotten here movements before you did, or maybe you were just hyper-aware of the fact that among them all, housekeepers alike, there were only two omega’s, and you were one of them.
Linda, Ransom, Walt, we’re all alphas. Jodi, Meg, Walt’s wife and Linda’s husband were all beta’s.
Jacob was a little shit.
“Y/N!” Meg called your name from the front door, waving her hand for you to come over, “we’re waiting for you!”
You let go of your car door and crossed the grass, the small flat heels of your boots digging into the lawn as you walked from the safety of your car to the clutches of the vultures tucked in the mansion.
“Hey Meg,” you greet her before wiping your boots on the rug at the front entrance, “you didn’t have to wait.”
“Grandad insisted,” she closed the door behind you and brushed past you, her scent billeting past you as she moved into the living room nearest the front entrance. She joined her mom, but not before shooting a glare toward Jacob.
“Good morning, Y/N.” the polite and somewhat courteous greetings were standard, the blasé way they made an effort to make you feel seen without being seen.
“Do you have any idea why we’re here?” Walt stood and walked with his cane thudding against the carpet and the hardwood floor as he moved toward you. “Did he say anything..?”
He was an alpha, and yet his scent was burning your nose; it was aggravating. It was stale and acrid, and you didn’t want it anywhere near you. He was married, he was mated, yet his scent was…driving. It was as if he was no longer satisfied with what he had; there was a streak of selfishness that was tainting his scent.
“No,” you exhaled sharply, your insides twisting when Hugh’s eyes landed on you, “I hadn’t heard anything.”
You pressed yourself back against the wooden staircase, your fingers gripping the wood. Your fingertips were running along the grooves in the wood, your eyes cast to the side as Hugh studied you with the sole purpose of watching you squirm. You usually wouldn’t have been so bothered by him, by any of him, but there was too much going on. Their scents were spiking, all of them. Every one of them was radiating like a thick fog, and it was making your head spin.
But no more than Hugh’s. He was the alpha whose scent was coming through the fog; his scent was the most distinguished through the haze, through the mist that carried.
“We’re ready for you in here,” a man dressed in a fine suit stepped out from the hallway, directing your attention to one of the study’s, “he wants to see the omega first.”
All eyes were on you. All eyes were glued to you as you spun on your heels and stalked toward the office toward the comfort that Harlan extended. You enjoyed Harlan’s company, even his mother’s company was more suitable than the rest of them.
“Harlan,” you slipped into the office, ignoring the lawyers setting up their files on the desk, “this has to do with your grand plan?”
He smiled at you from his place on one of the armchairs. His leg was crossed over the other, and he waved you over to the matching set, wishing to have a conversation with you before everything began. You took his request and sat on the armchair, though you pulled your feet up and tucked them under yourself. You fiddled with the seam of your sweater, tucking it into your palm and squeezing.
“You seem nervous,” Harlan commented, judging by the way you were sitting and the tightness in your shoulders.
“You are brilliant, Harlan. You have a talent for writing crime novels and mysteries, and I’m never sure what to expect from you.” You smiled small, your stomach still wrapped in a tight coil. “But whatever you’re planning-“
“It will throw them all off their game,” Harlan nods his head, “it is about time it had. They’ve been comfortable for too long.”
His plan had to do with you. It had to do with one of the only omega’s in the room.
You were not a pushover. You were an omega, but you were not a pushover. You would not cower and cater to any alpha who looked your way for the sole purpose of having someone to fuck and finger before discarding to the wind.
You were an omega, but you were strong in your convictions and hadn’t allowed yourself to be toyed with by an alpha looking for a quick lay.
You dug your heels in and doubled down on your efforts to find a suppressant that would not only make your scent as an omega come across as unappealing but also suppress your heats and limit them to insignificance.
You were an omega who would not allow yourself to be bossed around by any ordinary alpha simply because they wanted to control you. You were an omega with a strong mind and a more robust constitution.
Harlan Thrombey called you alpha in omega’s clothing, an apparent compliment if you had ever heard one. As an alpha himself, who had married and mated with an omega like yourself, one who wasn’t part of the norm, he admired your tenacity and strength.
“You’ve got a kind heart, Y/N.” Harlan flourished his compliments of your nature, of your goodness, along with that fire that wasn’t so typical of your ‘class.’
“I like taking care of people who deserve it.” You clarified, giving him the medication he needed for the morning. “But I will not be some alpha’s plaything. My mother raised me to have more respect for myself.”
You supposed it was your fault then. You thought you had no one to blame but yourself for the events that pushed you toward the most significant problematic alpha you’d ever come across.
Maybe it was your stubbornness and your innate drive not to be saddled to an alpha who would treat you like a fuck toy that made Harlan do what he did.
“It’ll be good for you and good for Ransom.” He spoke in the late hours of the night before you left after completing your duties to him and his mother.
“What are you planning, Harlan?” You questioned with hesitancy, afraid of what his game plan was.
“My grandson needs to get his head out of his ass,” Harlan settled into his study, watching you gather your medical bag.
“Is that possible?” You joked. “Hugh has his head shoved so far up his ass; he’s become his own puppet master.”
Harlan was your friend and your employer. He wanted a friend, someone to talk to that hadn’t belonged to his leeching family. He had made a reputation for himself and built an empire that created a safety net for his family. In turn, they had become spoiled and entitled.
Jodi stole 400,000 from Harlan over four years.
Linda and her husband were living on Harlan’s dime while providing Hugh with an income without having to lift a finger.
His son was trying to defy his father’s wishes and expand his books into territories that Harlan was not pleased with.
They were all leeches, by Harlan’s own words, and he blamed himself. He wanted to give them tools to survive in the real world, and all he had done was make them entitled.
“Would you do me a favour, Y/N?” He asked that late night, his hand clutching yours with a burden, unspoken, weighing him down. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course, Harlan,” you thought of him as your family, as your surrogate grandfather, seeing as your own family had long since gone. “You’re my family.”
“You trust me?” He asked a second time; his persistence should’ve been a sign to dig deeper, “you know I have your best interests at hand-“
“Harlan,” you interrupted him, “I trust you. You’re one of the only alpha’s who hadn’t done me wrong. Of course, I trust you.”
“We’re ready for you all,” the announcement was made, and the Thrombey/Drysdale’s made their way into the study to hear the announcement.
You kept your eyes off of them; you’re kept your gaze set upon the studs that were hammered into the study chairs for decoration. You studied them; you ran your fingers over the detailing of the armchairs, ignoring the heated stare of Hugh. He was staring at you with this smirk on his face, and his blue eyes narrowed slightly. As the only omega in the room, he was trying to intimidate you with his presence, with his stare. If there weren’t so many different scents mixing in the room, the staleness and acridness of some that soured your stomach, and others that cut right through you, you would’ve cursed him out. You would’ve thrown your steely glare his way, but as it stood, you couldn’t have if you tried.
It was your fault; looking back at the warning signs you were given, you could’ve prevented this.
“Before we all get started, I would like to inform you that the reading of Harlan Thrombey’s Will has already been enacted into reality, is notarized and has gone through the lawful proceedings and will be immediate upon the last read word.” The lawyer spoke before he unfolded the letter.
The entire family was hopeful; you could see it in their eyes, in their eager stares. They were waiting for the news of their inheritance, of their rightful riches.
“This will be good for you,” Harlan mumbled, squeezing your hand, “you just need to trust me.”
“In the reading of the will created within the confines of the law, within sound mind, body, and soul, Harlan Thrombey-“ the lawyer took a pause and raised his head, his eyes zeroing in on Harlan, who gave him one quick nod.
“-Harlan Thrombey will therefore be awarding his publishing rights, the houses, his 60 million dollar fortune, the rights to all of his written works to….” There was a moment’s silence before he continued.
“…Y/N L/N…” the lawyer looked at you standing at the back of the room. “…and Ransom Drysdale under a set of circumstances surrounding a mating between the two parties, that if forfeited, will result in all assets and rights to fall to the rightful ownership under Y/N L/N. The act is immediate, and all possessions and rights upon the reading of the will, are henceforth and….”
Your head snapped up; your wide eyes landed on Harlan. Your breath caught in your throat, and the churning of your stomach became a torrential hurricane that pushed the acid of your stomach up into your throat.
“Are you out of your god damn mind?!” You felt his presence, his anger rolling off him in thick, dense waves. Ransom Drysdale, the alpha you would be bound to unless he is willing to lose his fortune.
“Do you trust me?” Harlan’s voice echoed in your head. “I have your best interests at hand-“
Ransom Drysdale was in your best interest?
You flew from the chair and hurried out of the room, your hand covering your mouth as the threat of getting physically sick was thrust upon you. You ripped the door open and stumbled out, your knees colliding with the stone path as you threw your head over the flower beds and eliminated your stomach contents into the leafy green and the vibrant petals. Your whole body shook as the acid crawled up your throat and emptied into the dirt and the grass.
“You little bitch-!” Walter, maybe Richard, cursed you.
“Back the hell off!” Meg screeched at them, rushing to your side to hold your hair back. “You’re okay? Are you okay?”
Harlan. Harlan Thrombey left everything to you.
Immediate possession of every right.
Hugh would only get his inheritance if you were mated.
To Hugh Ransom Drysdale, no less.
“He’s out of his god damn mind if he thinks we are going to sit here and let this happen!”
“Mom!” Meg whipped her head around with one hand smoothing down your back and the other holding your hair. “Grandad said it’s done. It’s gone through the courts. It’s legal.”
“You’re okay, sweetheart.” Linda was to your right. “You’re going to be okay.”
You sensed them all except Hugh. He was gone.
He was gone with gravel spitting off his tires as his tin can Beemer sped out of the driveway.
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Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Word Count: 427
A/N: well well well, look what’s back🙈 one of the bonus kisses is here🤗 hope you guys enjoy this one💕 and this went over my original word count for each drabble but who cares right?☺
Warnings: fluff, mention of bad/tired day at work
Coming home after a long day at work is literally the best feeling ever because you finally get to turn your off brain, leaving the chaos, and go home to Ransom. It was nothing you couldn’t handle, but this week has been exhausting due to so many reasons. People were being unreasonable, unorganized, and unprofessional, causing you immeasurable amount of stress, and making you go overtime to clean up their messes.
Your drive home was a quiet one too, usually you’d put on some smooth jazz or some acoustics to ease the day of craziness off you, but today you needed the peace and quiet.
You were a little disappointed when Ransom wasn’t in sight when you step in front door, not that you needed him to be there every time you get home(you are not that kind of needy), but still it’d have been nice to see his face right away.
Kicking off your shoes, dropping your keys and purse onto the table before you made your way to your shared bedroom, you paddled in with your bare feet.
“Hey babe-“ he started as he noticed you while he was lying in bed scrolling on his phone.
Without a sound, you climbed on top of him, earning yourself a groan and a huff from him as you set your weight on him, wrapped your arms around his shoulders and neck and buried your head in the crook of his neck. You felt the warmth of him almost instantly, and taking in his oaky scent definitely helped ease the tensions in your brain and muscles, letting yourself melt into his embrace.
By the way you were not speaking and being clingy, he could tell you have had a long day (even a long week). So, he rested his hand on the back of your head, patting you and smoothing your hair as he pressed soft kisses to the side of your head. “Long week, huh?” his voice was soft and sweet, and you nodded without lifting your head and hugged him even tighter. “I was making a reservation for us tomorrow… Order in and movie in bed instead?”
You nodded again, turning your head just enough to plant a kiss on his neck, letting him know you love him for being so thoughtful as his hand continued his little pats and scratches.
“I will treat you like a princess, and make you feel like a queen, how about that?” he cooed, kissing your temple softly this time, making your heart melt and flutter at the same time.
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the first tooth
Summary: a drabble of this family (can still be a stand alone) where Celeste loses her first tooth.
Pairings: Dad! Husband! Ransom Drysdale x reader
Celeste, six, has been bragging about her loose tooth ever since she bursted in the kitchen–– freaking the both of you out.
"My tooth is wiggling! My tooth is wiggling!" she screams then stops to show you the tooth, mouth wide open, her tongue pushing against her left front tooth.
"Look at that, you're about to lose your first tooth babe!" Ransom laughed, her chin between his fingers.
You raised your hand for a high five, "Now we just gotta wait for it to fall off and then the tooth fairy can drop you a gift" you tell her.
"Or you could let daddy help you remove it faster?"
"How?" she looks at him skeptically, mouth slanted.
"I could tie it to the door and close it, so it pops out?" he asks her.
Her hands cover her mouth as she grimaces at the thought of it. Your stomach turns too at the thought of it, you've always gone for the natural path of letting a tooth fall out. Not very surprised that Ransom was the fearless kid who took his teeth out in different methods.
"No thank you!" her voice muffled behind her hands.
"All right, suit yourself" he tells her, arms raised.
"Try eating some hard things baby, that usually helps, and you never notice" you advise her.
"Yeah, like a carrot"
“Thanks!” she cheered to the both of you, skipping to the back door. “I’m going outside!”
When you hear the slam of the door behind her you turn to Ransom, whose face matches yours.
“She’s losing her first tooth” you sigh.
Of course you're ecstatic to see her growing so happy and healthy, but time truly flies by when you’re having fun. And it was definitely raising a little girl like Celeste, who was perfect in every way in your and Ransom’s eyes.
“I know!” he shrieks, “Next thing you know she’ll be asking me for a raise on her allowance”
“Ran!” you can’t help but laugh at his joke
“We can always have another one?” he inquiries sweetly. His arms latching around your waist tightly, one hand running up and down your spine.
“We’ll sit on it” you tell him, kissing his forehead, walking back to the cake batter you were mixing.
He can’t help but feel the slight disappointment wash over him, but he also understands, with how hard your pregnancy was with Celeste.
Days pass as Celeste’s loose tooth becomes her new obsession. She’s shut down every opportunity Ransom gives her to try the string method and let nature take its course.
She’s tried eating hard food, gargling salt water, brushing her tooth rougher than usually, and gently wiggling it around with her tongue. But to no avail, since it seems her tooth is as stubborn as Celeste herself.
When the moment finally happens it is during dinner, which takes place in the living room. She doesn’t even realize at first until her face sours up and you and Ransom look onto her confused.
“You okay?” you ask, a little worried she wasn’t enjoying her food–– consisting of plain wings, truffle fries, celery with a side of blue cheese.
She spits something into her palm and pulls back her head slowly, “My tooth! It’s my tooth! It finally came out!” She's beaming.
Ransom can tell how bad the jellybeans are taking over her, so he takes her plate from her lap and as quick as he does that, she jumps off the couch dancing around the room.
The hand holding the tooth shakes in the air as she sings a tune mixed with “My tooth fell out” and “The tooth fairy is coming.”
“Come here you firecracker” Ransom laughs, waving his arm in a come here motion.
When she stands between his legs, he tilts her head up to see more clearly. “I’m so proud of you lesty, let me take a picture” his body reaches forward to grab his phone off the coffee table.
“Daddy!” she groans, palming her forehead. She thinks neither of you can’t tell through her little facade, but Celeste Drysdale turned into an instant diva whenever the camera was faced onto her. She loves taking her photo, no matter the occasion.
You smile as your husband smiles taking a picture of the smiling girl holding up her first lost tooth.
When he finishes taking who knows how many pictures of his precious girl, he asks her to look over them. “Look how beautiful you look” he smiles down at her.
“I know! Thank you daddy” she responds confidently.
Definitely a Drysdale.
“I’m so proud of baby” you tell her as you hug her closely, kissing her cheek. “You know what to do now right?”
“I’m gonna go put it under my pillow” she bellows, dashing out of your arms and up the stairs.
“I think one hundred dollars should suffice” he says, his arm hooking over your shoulders.
“It’s her first tooth! C’mon…”
“That’s a lot of money for a kid, baby” you tell him.
“Fifty–– and i’m not going any less”
“I wasn’t expecting you to” rolling your eyes at the stupid, yet attractive smirk on his face.
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im in angsty mood so...
Best friend's dad! (Any of chris's characters )
or (any of chris' characters )losing his memory while dating you
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Love on the Brain
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader (OTP)
Summary: You meet the oldest member of Ransom’s family and make quite an impression, changing your dynamics with the rest of the Thrombey brood.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (semi-public sex, f receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, Ransom being very possessive over a specific body part, cock warming, dirty talk), soft Ransom, fluff, Thrombey family drama, these two idiots being in love and slowly killing all of us, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!
A/N: This one was already mostly finished before I started my drabble challenge so I took a quick minute to polish it up. I can’t stand how cute I’ve made them you guys but I also can’t stop myself, so I’m sorry, but you’re all going to suffer with me.
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“And keep your foot on the clutch while you press the brake until we’re fully stopped.” Ransom was grinning at you as you put the beemer in park. “Babe, you’re a fucking natural.”
“I am, right?” You pulled the keys out of the ignition and returned his smile. “I cannot believe that massive ego of yours is actually letting me drive your precious baby. Hugh, no!”
“Baby, c’mon.” He was trying to drag you over the center console and into his lap as you laughed breathlessly against his lips. “You did such a good job, I just want to congratulate you.”
“Ran, I am not going to get caught letting you fuck me in your car, again. Especially when I’m meeting your great-grandmother for the first time.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips before leaning into the back seat and grabbing your gift, ignoring his frustrated growl. “C’mon, let’s do another birthday party with your fucked up family.”
If it had been any other event he would have been more insistent about getting to fuck you, but he actually liked Wanetta, and he knew you wanted to make a good impression. He couldn’t believe the ridiculous amount of effort you had put into your gift, though you had always treated gift giving like a competition, so he didn’t know why he was surprised. The two of you walked into the manor wrapped around each other tightly, Ransom’s face buried in your hair as he guided you up the steps.
Of course Linda was right there as soon as you walked through the door, scowling at you and ruining your good mood. Sure, her apology had been an unexpected and slightly pleasant surprise, but it’s not like you two were going to become best friends all of a sudden.
“Hello Ransom, Y/N.” You could tell she was biting back her venom as she greeted you. “So nice to see you again.”
“You too, Linda.” You gave her a strained smile.
“Good to see you, sweetheart.” It was difficult to not cringe when Richard gave you a peck on the cheek, his hand lingering on the small of your back a bit longer than necessary and making Ransom snarl.
“Mother, father.” His teeth were gritted with the strain of having to engage in meaningless pleasantries with his parents after how they had treated you. “Baby, let’s go put your gift with the others, hmm?”
You let him drag you away from the two of them with a pleased hum, ignoring the whispered barbs Linda was shooting at your back. Each of his family members was giving you peculiar stares as you moved through the house, making you wonder whether you had something on your face until realization hit you.
“Linda told them about the fight.” Your face scrunched up with distaste when you set your gift on the table with a small huff. “They probably think I’m crazy.”
“I mean, you kind of are.” He gave you a mock wounded gesture when you smacked his chest, grabbing the offensive hand and pressing a kiss to each fingertip while you rolled your eyes at him. “Honey, you got in a fist fight at a society cocktail party. How could you not be a little crazy?” You yelped a little when he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around your waist. “It’s one of the things I love about you.”
“Yeah? What else do you love?” You teased, resting your chin on his chest and beaming up at him.
“I don’t think we have time for me to go over everything.” He ducked his face to give you a quick peck on the forehead before he was pulling you towards the bar. “C’mon, let’s get a drink then go find Harlan.”
“You know, you’re getting annoyingly cute, Hugh.” You took the gin and tonic he handed you with a wink. “It really should piss me off. You know how much I love when you’re an asshole.”
“You want me to be mean to you, honey?” He sipped on his scotch as he gazed at you, his eyes drinking in your body as they raked over you.
“Maybe later.” The two of you started heading towards the back of the house where Wanetta and Harlan were sitting in the sun room. “The cuteness is growing on me though.”
“Y/N!” Harlan was beaming when he stood up to greet you, drawing you into a warm embrace that brought a smile of your own to your face. “My dear, it is wonderful to see you as always. I trust my grandson has been treating you well?”
“Oh, he’s practically spoiling me.” You stepped back when he released you and gave him a wink. “How have you been, Harlan? The new book coming along well?”
“It’s going splendidly, I really think you’re going to enjoy it.” He clapped Ransom on the shoulder in greeting before turning away. “Come, let’s introduce you to the birthday girl.”
Even though the temperature was steadily rising as Summer drew closer, Wanetta Thrombey was still wearing her signature fur coat. The coke bottle glasses perched on her nose made her eyes look huge, and she blinked them owlishly at you when you approached.
“Mother, I have the pleasure of introducing Y/N Y/L/N, the woman who has your great-grandson singing little songs to himself.” Ransom choked on his scotch at that announcement, coughing and avoiding eye contact with you when you turned to give him a wicked grin. “Y/N, my mother, Wanetta Thrombey.”
“Mrs. Thrombey, it is such a pleasure to meet you.” The only acknowledgment she gave you was a small grunt when you sank into the chair next to hers. “I hope you’re having a nice birthday.”
“She’s not going to answer you.” The rest of the brood was filtering into the sun room now, Walt scowling at you over his bourbon. “She can hardly hear anything. Do you want some cake, nana?”
You frowned when he shouted at her, Wanetta’s expression remaining placid and unaffected as the family shuffled around her and waited for Fran to arrive with the cake. You were pretty sure Harlan would have mentioned it if his own mother was hard of hearing. Walt was such an asshole.
Ransom rested a hand on your shoulder when he noticed you tensing up, his thumb running over the slope of your neck as you tried to hide how annoyed you were at the looks the rest of his family was shooting at you. He knew you could handle the passive aggression, but he still fucking hated that you had to deal with it at all.
“Nana, you remember my wife, Donna?” Walt was still yelling, and you had to take a gulp of your drink to keep from shushing him. “She wanted to let you know how much she admired your necklace.”
“Yes, I have one just like it.” Great, now Donna was yelling right next to you too.
“That’s nice, Wanda.” Her voice was thin and gravelly, but you had to hide your snort behind your glass when she called Donna the wrong name.
“Yeah, she loves calling the significant others by the wrong names.” Ransom moved around to the front of the chair and sank into it next to you, pulling you into his lap to make up for the lack of space. “They try to tell themselves it’s because she’s senile, but she manages to remember me and Meg and Jacob just fine and we’ve been around less time than them.”
“That’s so petty.” You loved it, grinning at Wanetta and leaning back against Ransom’s chest. “No wonder you like her.”
Fran arrived with the cake then, everyone breaking into the birthday song while they waited for Wanetta to blow out the candles. Which Linda did without even giving the woman a chance. Ransom could tell you were starting to get pissed off, he was too. Everyone was acting like being here was a fucking chore.
At least the cake was delicious. White chocolate icing and raspberry filling from the super fancy bakery, it was really fucking good.
“Do you like the cake, Wanetta?” Nobody else was interacting with her, it made you feel absurdly guilty.
“It’s her favorite.” Jesus Christ, if these assholes wouldn’t let this poor woman answer one damn question on her own you were going to lose it.
“I don’t think I was asking you, Walt.” The look you shot him was pure poison, and Ransom grinned when he watched him wilt under your gaze.
“Lemon chiffon is my favorite.” Your eyes snapped back to Wanetta when she addressed you, giving her a soft smile as you took another bite of cake.
“I love lemon chiffon.” You were genuinely grinning at her as the two of you conversed, and for some reason it made Ransom’s chest feel very warm. “There’s this little bakery in downtown Boston near my old condo that makes the best lemon chiffon cake. Ran, we’ll have to bring some over next time we go to the city.”
“Of course, babe.” He didn’t even realize that no one else was talking anymore, all of them just watching you and him talk to Wanetta like she was an actual human being.
“That sounds lovely.” Her lips might have been quirking in a small smile, but you couldn’t completely tell.
“Let’s do presents, hmm?” Linda seemed annoyed when she motioned for Fran to grab the gifts from the foyer once everyone had finished their cake. “It’s getting late, I’m sure nana wants to get her sleep.”
“The sun hasn’t even gone down.” You mumbled, leaning your head on Ransom’s shoulder and trying to keep from rolling your eyes.
All the gifts she opened were your typical old lady fare, silk scarves and frumpy hats and ridiculous costume jewelry. It was sad, but Wanetta didn’t seem fazeed at all, just tired.
“This is from me and Ransom.” You handed her the small wrapped box you were holding when it was your turn. “I really hope you like it Mrs. Thrombey. I put a lot of thought into it.”
She had that same indiscernible look on her face when she unwrapped the gift, then she opened the box and a small sound of surprise escaped her lips.
“Y/N, where did you find this?” Harlan was beaming at you when he spied the antique cameo brooch over his mother’s shoulder.
“One of the donors for my charity works at Sotheby’s.” You tried to shrug off the looks of pure joy you were getting from Harlan and Wanetta, but Ransom knew you, and he knew you were fucking ectstatic with the reception your gift had gotten. “It was just a matter of tracking the provenance.”
“What is it?” Walt looked perturbed at how happy his father and grandmother were.
“This is the brooch my grandmother had to sell at the beginning of the Great Depression after bringing it with her to America when she emigrated from France after the first World War.” Harlan couldn’t stop grinning at you, and you thought you could see tears in his eyes. “I don’t think anyone in the Thrombey family has seen it in over 90 years.”
“Thank you so much, Y/N.” Now she was definitely smiling at you, and you almost preened, ignoring the death stares you were getting from Donna and Joni, who still got called Wanda and Jenny after how many years. “I would just love if you could bring some of that cake when you visit for tea next Sunday.”
The energy in the sun room shifted, and you could feel animosity coming off of the other family members in waves. Even Linda had never been extended an invitation to tea with Wanetta, and she was Harlan’s first born.
Those vicious stares were on you for the rest of the night, everyone in the family except Harlan and Ransom (and the kids but only because they were on their phones) giving you the murder glare as you chatted with Wanetta about anything you could think of. Harlan was unbelievably happy to see you two getting along so well, he loved his mother so much, and it always pained him that so many of his offspring only considered her as an afterthought. Ransom was pleased too, even though he was trapped with you sitting on his lap he could have watched your face light up like that for hours.
It was after midnight when your conversation finally wound down, Wanetta tottering off to her ground floor room as she gave you a warm smile and a pat on the hand. You tucked your head into Ransom’s shoulder once she was gone, feeling warm and a little buzzed since Fran had been kind enough to give you a steady supply of gin and tonics so you didn’t have to disrupt your conversation. She’d even kept Ransom glass filled, but only because she liked you so much and you were seated on his lap, so now he was tipsy too.
“I think we’re spending the night.” You hummed, nuzzling into Ransom’s neck. “We’ve had a lot to drink.”
“Ransom’s room is all made up for you two.” Harlan was giving you an indulgent grin as he watched the two of you snuggling. “I’m going to beat Marta at Go then turn in myself.”
“Oh, is that what you think, old man?” Their good natured teasing followed them as they headed up the stairs to Harlan’s study, leaving you and Ransom to yourselves.
“Hey, pretty girl?” Ransom rubbed his face into your hair until you turned to look up at him. “You are so fucking amazing.”
“Yeah, I know.” You turned your body until you were straddling his lap and facing him, running your tongue over his lips as he gazed into your eyes. “I also know that you only call me pretty girl when you’re drunk, so it’s a good thing we’re not gonna try to drive home.”
“Pssh, I’m barely buzzed.” He stood up suddenly and wrapped you around him, almost teetering over with a curse when he overestimated the control he had of his equilibrium. “Shit.”
“Hugh, don’t you fucking drop me!” You were laughing breathlessly when he started staggering down the hall, shooting your arms out to keep him from crashing into the walls. “Baby, seriously, put me down before you go up the stairs.”
“Nope.” He kept his arms clamped around your waist when you tried to climb off him, nibbling at your neck as he started carefully ascending the stairs. “Why the fuck would I miss any opportunity to have this perfect body wrapped around me?”
As always, the man overestimated his ability to effectively mobilize, barely making it to the second story landing before the two of you went toppling over. You barely managed to catch the railing when you went down, laughing against Ransom’s lips as he let out a stream of curses.
“Hugh, no!” He was starting to mouth down your torso, his teeth teasing at the neckline of your sundress before he buried his face between your breasts with a soft moan. “We’re so close to the room. Marta and Harlan are still up.”
“So?” His arms were wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you from wriggling away as you tried to escape up the stairs. “I need to taste that pretty pussy. What the fuck?”
“What? Is something wrong?” You couldn’t see anything with his head shoved under your skirt.
“Yeah something’s wrong, what the fuck is this?” You yelped when he snapped the band of your panties against your hip.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry I wore panties to a family event.” You rolled your eyes at him, whining when he nuzzled his face deep in your mound and tugged at the thin lace that was covering you with his teeth. “Fuck, Ran.”
“Covering my pussy with fucking panties.” He growled into your cunt, almost to himself. “Keeping me from getting to her whenever she needs me.”
“Unh… hngh.” As much as you wanted to sass him, when his tongue dragged over your clothed core in a heavy stripe you had a little trouble forming real sentences.
“There she is.” He yanked your panties off in a rush and sighed happily when he finally got a look at your glistening cunt. “Can’t believe she tried to hide you from me, pretty thing.”
“Are you talking to my pussy?” You propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him, your skirt still covering his head as he sucked bruises on the inside of your thighs.
“No, I’m talking to my pussy.” He nipped at your thighs before burying his face in your cunt and swirling his tongue through your folds, groaning when he finally tasted you.
God, the man was a damn menace. Your back was curling backwards over the steps as he ate you out, your body jolting when his tongue dragged over your clit as you let out a desperate mewl. Even the thought of Harlan or Marta catching the two of you couldn’t make you care that he was feasting on you right in the middle of the main staircase.
He shoved his tongue inside you and you had to bite your lip to keep from screaming. Every grunt and moan that escaped from his lips just brought you closer, your arousal running down his chin and soaking through your skirt. You started rolling your hips against his face and mewling softly, his nose rubbing against your clit and making you flutter until your thighs tried to clamp around his head.
“Baby, babe, fuck.” You could feel his fingers raising bruises on your thighs when he shook his head to bury himself deeper, but all you could focus on was how your clit was throbbing against his upper lip while he continued bringing you closer to your peak. “Ran, please, I’m so close.”
His lips wrapped around your clit and you lost it, your body arching back on itself and vibrating against him as your release soaked his face. Ransom couldn’t stop humming into your cunt as your sweet essence flowed over his tongue, flooding his senses with every aspect of you until he couldn’t think of anything else.
“Fuck, honey.” He kissed his way down your thigh until he could duck his head out from under your skirt, two of his fingers still rubbing soft circles over your clit as he rested his head on your hip. “Knew she needed me.”
“Ran, we need to go to the room.” The man was torturing you, those soft blue eyes sucking you in and making it really hard for you to come up with a reason to not let him fuck you right there. “It’s just ten feet away, and I really don’t feel like having your poor grandfather catch us.”
“Oh, I dunno, baby.” His grin was absolutely wicked when he rose up over you, his eyes flicking down to the bulge in his shorts that made your mouth water. “I don’t think he can wait even that long.”
You felt his hold on you relax for just a second and seized your opportunity, bolting towards the room that had been set up for you two with a triumphant laugh while he just cursed before charging after you. He caught you just inside the door and slammed it behind him, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the floor just to slam you on the bed with a huff.
“Ah, shit, Ransom!” After stripping like a madman he was literally bending you in half, your ankles hanging over his shoulders as he ran his length through your soaked folds and yanked the top of your dress down until it was gathered around your waist. “God, please!”
“So fucking greedy, hmm?” He started running his lips over your calf, his eyes trained on your face as his tip caught at your entrance. “I just love this hungry little pussy.”
All the breath in your lungs was punched out of you when he slammed his hips forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one desperate move that had your eyes rolling back in your head. The pace he set was punishing, the lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room as he pounded into you.
When he bent over you everything just got more intense, the angle he had your legs pinned at opening you up even further so his cock could brush against the deepest part of you with each vicious thrust of his hips. His lips sought yours desperately, his need to feel every inch of you as he brought you unspeakable pleasure completely overwhelming every other need he had. He couldn’t stop picturing how happy you had looked perched on his lap and chatting with Wanetta and Harlan, like you were the missing piece in his fucked up family that made interacting with them actually worthwhile.
His arms gave out when he considered the thought that had just run through his head, collapsing on top of you with a huff that had you grinning up at him. Maybe he had had too much to drink, that was the only logical explanation.
“Hmm, sorry.” He muttered softly against your lips, sighing when you ran your fingers through his hair and he started moving his hips again.
“Like I said, good thing we didn’t try to drive home.” You dug your fingers into the small of his back as you ran your tongue over his lips, desperate to have him seated as deep in you as possible. “Baby, c’mon, I need it.”
“Yeah? Tell me what you need, honey.” He loved when you got like this, trembling underneath him and gazing deeply into his eyes while he took you apart. He knew exactly what you needed, but he wanted to hear you say it.
“Ran, unghh.” The way he was grinding against you was driving you crazy, your hands trailing up his back and winding in his hair as you pressed his face to yours. “Need your cum. Need you to fill me up so much it leaks out around your pretty cock and stains the sheets.”
“Well, fuck, Y/N.” His lips brushed over yours as he gave you a pleased grin, tilting your hips until he felt you clenching around him like a vise. “All you gotta do is ask, sweetheart.”
You screamed his name when you came, your body vibrating underneath him as you dug your nails into his scalp and moaned into his open mouth. He gulped down your cries like oxygen, his teeth bared in a wordless snarl as his own pleasure overtook him and his hips jerked against yours. Your cunt milked him for everything he could give you, his cock twitching deep inside you as he flooded you with his spend then collapsed on top of you with a deep sigh as you worked on untangling your limbs.
“Nope, get back here.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled when you tried to crawl out from underneath him, beaming at the offended yelp you let out when he settled you on his chest. “We’re just gonna spend the night like this, I think.”
“You’re incorrigible.” You murmured, scowling slightly when you looked at him through your lashes. “Ran, you know I hate waking up covered in dried cum.”
“So, I’ll keep it plugged inside you where it can stay nice,” he kissed your neck, “and warm,” your jaw, “and wet.”
He drew your lips to his and groaned when you slid your tongue into his mouth, grinning when he knew he’d won. You let out a small whimper when moved to drag the covers over the two of you, his cock shifting inside you and making you flutter around him.
“Fine, but we’re showering first thing.” You just sighed at his murmured acquiescence as you tucked your face into his shoulder and surrendered to the pull of sleep, not realizing that your screams had carried up to Harlan’s study, where he and Marta were now chortling and reminiscing about young love.
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