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imyourbratzdoll · 9 months

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𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚

🕊️a whore's fairytale masterlist🕊️

summary - poor little sleeping beauty (you) has a tough day, from finding out who she really is, and falling into a deep slumber. is the prince able to awaken her?

warning - smut, somnophilia, dubcon (all my characters consent), choking, spitting kink, swearing, creampie, breeding kink, wife kink, kidnapping, cursed.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

You were shocked to learn the truth, finding out you were a princess and that your real name wasn’t Briar Rose, you were told your parents had named you Y/n and that they had to send you off with the fairies because a woman named Maleficent cursed you. You had to take a few moments to collect yourself, learning that they were to take you back on your eighteenth birthday, which meant you were due to leave your home any moment now to go back to where your family supposedly lived.

As the four of you began to head off, your mind was full, thinking about your family, the curse, and the man you had met earlier that day. Oh, he was so handsome. You were saddened to hear the news that you were to be betrothed the moment you got to the castle. You didn’t want to be married off to a man you did not know. It didn’t sit right with you. Maybe if you spoke to your parents, they would understand and let you be with the man in the woods.

After the long walk, you had finally arrived at the palace, staring up at it with wide eyes, gobsmacked at the sheer size of it. The guards moved out of the way as you walked closer to the entrance, letting you in. Your blue dress that the fairies made as a birthday present clung to your body with each step. Small hands touched your arm, causing you to look down at Fauna. “We will have to leave you for a bit, my dear. We have some business to attend to before you are able to meet your parents.”

You give a soft smile. “That is alright, Fauna. I’ll be okay.” You assure them, watching as they leave. You begin to look around, admiring the artwork that litters the walls. Suddenly, a wisp of light appears in front of you. Your mind starts to go fuzzy as it pulls you into a trance, and your legs begin to follow as the light moves away from you, leading you toward a secret panel that opens when you are near. You walk up the winding staircase and into the hidden room.

Maleficent’s voice fills the room, coaxing you. “Touch the spindle! Touch it, I say!” Her command fills your ears, taking over your mind, and you have no choice but to obey. Your mind had taken over your legs, causing you to walk over to it. Your hand lifts, finger pointed, before a soft gasp escapes you when the spindle pricks your finger, causing it to bleed. You fall, eyes slipping closed into a deep slumber, not knowing of the dangers that lie ahead. Maleficent cackles as she appears over your unconscious body. “Oh, what a dumb girl.” She smirks as she spies into your mind and sees you dreaming of a man. “Hmm, if you want that man so badly, I guess I could give him to you.”

It was too late when the fairies realised what had happened. They looked at each other with wide eyes. They quickly become their former selves, allowing their wings and magic to take over and lead them to where you are. They would never have expected to be met with you, knocked out into a deep slumber with the one who cursed you standing above you in the same room. Their hearts race as Maleficent looks at the three with a deadly smirk, knowing they wouldn’t be strong enough to stop her.

“The three fairies! Flora, Fauna and…” Maleficent cocks her head to the side, “Merryweather, I’m guessing?” She waves her hand, scoffing. “Oh, well. I don’t care. I assume you came to get your girl? It is a shame. She would’ve done some good for the world.” She reaches down, running her fingers through your hair. “But, I’m willing to show the princess that the world isn’t so good and colourful. Goodbye.” With a wave of Maleficent’s hand, you and she disappear, causing the fairies to set off in a panic, frightened to tell your father, the king, the news.

Maleficent lays you on a soft bed, watching you as you sleep. “M–Maleficent, my queen. T–the prince, we found him…” She turns, raising a brow, waiting for her henchman to spit it out. “It seems he is waiting for the princess at the cabin, h–he seems impatient.”

“Hmm, that sounds perfect. Bring him to me!” She waves her hand before looking down at you. “You’re going to have so much fun, little one, and instead of true love’s kiss.” She scrunches her nose as those words leave her lips, not believing in such a thing. “Let’s make it something more… Extreme.” A dark grin appears on her face, knowing what the prince would do once he saw you. Her crow told her how the two of you got along in the woods and how the man couldn’t stop staring at your soft breasts and plump arse.

Ransom struggled against the henchmen, growling and swearing as they dragged him along. “Get your filthy paws off me! I’ll kill you for touching me! Don’t you know who I am!” The henchmen just shrug and huff, not caring. One of them grabs a cloth and stuffs it into the young prince’s mouth, wanting some quiet. They finally make it up to the room you are held in, throwing Ransom inside.

“Ah, finally.” Maleficent walks over, tilting his head up with her finger underneath his chin. “Hmm, you are quite handsome.” Her eyes drag across his face, getting what you see in him. Ransom’s brows furrow, unable to speak with the cloth in his mouth, his eyes fall upon your sleeping form, and he begins to wonder what the hell is happening. “But, you are not for me… Princess Y/n continues to think of you, and as you can see, she is currently in a deep slumber.” Maleficent leans closer to his ear, whispering. “Why don’t you find a way to wake her up.” She cackles as she straightens and waves her hand, disappearing in a puff of smoke.

His binds and cloth disappearing along with her, Ransom grumbles, shaking his head. “Fucking witches.” He stands, brushing off his clothes, and his head lifts as he peers at you, eyes drifting down your body. “Huh, so you’re the princess I’m meant to marry.” He walks close, tapping the blanket with the tip of his fingers. “I was ready to fuck you as a mere peasant girl, but knowing that you are much more, it’s so much better.”

It’s as though your body knows he is near. Your nipples harden and slick gathers between your thighs, your dreams turning sexual and dirty. You shift in your sleep, letting out a soft whimper as you dream of the handsome man in the woods, bending you over the log and thrusting into your tight cunt.

Ransom smirks as he watches you squirm. His cock hardens when he hears soft whimpers escape you. “Fuck, sweetheart. You sound so good, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He strips from his clothes, sighing as his cock springs free from his slacks, no longer feeling tight and suffocated. Ransom pulls the blanket away from your body, his cock twitching when his gaze lands on your dress, wondering if it could get any tighter. He slowly gets onto the bed and crawls on top of you, lifting your dress higher as he moves up your body. “So beautiful, and all mine.” He pampers you with kisses, kissing up your body until he reaches your face.

Ransom groans when his leaking member connects with your bare cunt, and he grips his thick base, rubbing his swollen tip through your sopping folds. “Jesus, you’re so wet, sweetheart. What or who is making you so wet?” He raises his brow in jealousy, wondering who you could be dreaming of when he is here for you. “You know what? If you’re going to be a little slut in your dreams. Then I’m going to treat you like one.” Ransom growls, sick of competing with someone else when you should only be focused on him. He aligns his mushroom tip with your tight hole before thrusting in. His eyes close as he grunts, never having felt someone like you before.

Sweet moans pass your lips, dreaming of the handsome man in the woods gently lying you onto a blanket on the ground, pressing his hips into yours as he buries himself deeply into you, making love to you, marking your skin with his hands and lips. Your back arches in your dreams, arms wrapping around him, nails digging into his back.

Ransom moans, “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Shit, sweetheart, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight. You’re sweet walls are fluttering around me like crazy.” He buries his face into your neck, peppering kisses along your skin and thrusting harder and faster into your sweet honey pot. “My sweet little sleeping beauty.” Getting lost in how good you feel around his member, he hastily grabs a pillow and shoves it under your hips before gripping them, giving him leverage. “When you wake, I’ll continue to fuck you. I’ll fuck you every day, even after you become my wife. I’ll pump you full every single day and night. You won’t think of looking at another man when you have me.”

He nuzzles closer to you, pounding harder as he kisses your cheek, moving closer to your lips, his eyes slipping closed, enjoying the feeling of you wrapped around him. “You’re mine, my sweet Y/n. All mine.” The moment his lips connect with yours, magic explodes around the two of you. Your eyes fly open, arms wrapping around him and your back arches. Ransom smirks, tilting his head back as he looks down at you with hooded eyes. “Ah, my sweet little sleeping beauty is finally awake. Do you feel that, sweetheart? Do you feel me inside you? Fucking into you, claiming you?” He fucks into you deeper, hitting against the hidden spot inside you. Ransom cups your cheek, glaring down at you with lust-filled eyes. His thumb lands on your bottom lip, pulling your mouth open. “You’re mine, understood?”

You whimper, feeling yourself throb around his cock, never having experienced pleasure like this before. Your mind is cloudy, being pulled from your dream to see it come true with the man you’ve fallen for. You claw at his back, digging your nails into his soft flesh. “O–oh, it feels so good, my prince!” You scream, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues to pound into that spot, allowing Ransom to spit directly into your mouth, smirking as you immediately swallow.

Ransom moves his hand between you, rubbing and rolling your swollen clit between his fingers. Enjoying the feeling of you squeezing his thick cock, he continues to pound into you, the hand that cups your cheek, moves to your throat and squeezes. “You’re going to cum for me, sleeping beauty, and then. I will pump you so full of my cum that it leaks out of you for months.” Your sweet moans fill the room, walls tighten around Ransom, your back arches, and you cum, your juices squirt out of you, covering everything. “Fuck, sweetheart.”

He captures your lips with his, thrusting harder and deeper until his cock twitches and his eyes slip closed. Ransom groans when his end approaches, burying himself deep inside you and emptying thick spurts of cum, coating your walls and filling you to the brim. He begins kissing down, resting on your neck, leaving soft kisses in his path. “My sweet little sleeping beauty.” Ransom lifts his head and stares deeply into your eyes, his softening cock still deep inside you, blocking his cum from leaking out. “You’re now mine forever.”

You hum, feeling your eyes begin to droop again. You would later learn not to fall in love with the first handsome man you laid your eyes upon.

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babyjakes · 5 months

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | mutual masturbation

pairing | best friend!ransom drysdale x reader

warnings | very innocent!reader, bordering on little!reader. soft!ran <333 specifically soft for reader. ddlg undertones tbh (no use of the word daddy but ran is daddy af and also tells reader to "be a big girl" multiple times.) reader is having orgasm troubles/anxiety. mutual masturbation (clit rubbing, jerking off through pants.) subtle humiliation vibes (not verbalized.) praise and encouragement. delayed orgasm. he steps in and helps/finishes her off. he also comes in his pants lol. they come together! :D

word count | 886

it all starts when he overhears you on the phone with your friend, admitting you’ve never been able to make yourself come 😭

it somehow leads to him laying you out on your bed, tugging playfully at your jean shorts. “c’mon, baby. i promise, i wont make it weird. i just wanna help you”

and he’s your beeeest friend, your very best friend in the whole wide world, and you know he’s got plenty of experience and knowledge when it comes to this sort of thing, so you try to swallow down your humiliation and go along with it

he kneels attentively in front of you as you rest back against your pillows, shyly pulling off your bottoms. he chuckles sympathetically at your cute little pastel panties with your favorite cartoon characters on them. if it were any other girl, he'd probably make fun of them, but you've always been a sweet innocent baby in his eyes so he can't help but find it endearing 💕💕

"c'mon, cutie. don't be shy, it's just me" you try to remember that he's right; it's just your ran, your safe, wonderful ran, who you've known your whole life

you squeeze your knees together as you pull off your panties. ransom's surprisingly patient with you, "let me see, silly. can you show me how you've been doing it? i can't help unless i know what the problem is"

it takes a bit more coaxing before your knees finally fall to either side of you, revealing your perfect little petals which instantly have ran giving you the biggest heart eyes 🥺💖 "oh baby, you're so pretty down there. aww, are you a little wet, sweetheart? it's okay, don't be embarrassed" as you're squirming softly in front of him

your hands are so clumsy as you try to figure out where to even begin. he's right: you're wet (though you swear this isn't turning you on!!!) your fingers fumble around as you lamely begin poking and prodding at your leaky hole

ran raises an eyebrow at you, not sure whether or not you're playing dumb or just really this clueless. "that's it?" he asks in disbelief, clearly not impressed. you sigh, trying not to hide your face in your hands from embarrassment. "what about your clit?" noticing how you immediately grow more squirmy at his question, he calls your bluff- "come on, y/n. be a big girl and show me" 🥲🥲

you finally bring one hand up to begin rubbing carefully over your little button. you fail to hold in a soft gasp at the sudden rush of pleasure, earning a smile from the man sitting in front of you. "there you go. keep going, princess," he encourages you

as the warm, fuzzy feelings grow, you find the courage to spread yourself out a little with your other hand, giving you better access to your swelling bundle of nerves. ran's grin grows as he watches it growing and pulsating beneath your rubs

"shit, sweetheart. so fucking cute when you play with yourself like that," he curses softly, bringing one of his own hands down to begin palming himself through his pants. seeing him getting worked up by you only turns you on more. you don't even notice when your juices begin leaking down onto your bedsheets 🥲

you become more vocal, holding back fewer of your sweet little moans and whimpers. the noises you're making are clearly driving ran crazy, his pace over his impressive bulge quickening as his face flushes red. "fuck, just like that. keep rubbing that pretty little button for me, baby. look at you, you're fucking soaked"

your fingers grow faster over your throbbing clit, your breaths becoming more labored as you feel pressure beginning to build in your tummy. as soon as you recognize what's about to happen, a familiar sense of doubt hits you as your motions begin to falter. "r-ran," you choke out, big eyes looking up at him for help.

he's immediately leaning down with a worried look on his face, quickly recognizing the problem. "no, no baby, it's okay," he tries to cheer you on, "just keep going, you're almost there"

"can't do it," you frown as your poor clit twitches helplessly after being abandoned so abruptly

"yeah you can, come on. let me help," you can't even think to speak up or stop him before he's reaching down, using his own fingers to resume the stimulation. for whatever reason, you lay back and take it. "spread yourself open for me, sweetheart. just like you did before, there," he hums in approval as your hands fumble to do as he instructed. he keeps his pace steady over your hardened nub, watching as you quickly near the edge once more

"now come on, baby. be a big girl and come for me," with him towering over you, one hand gripping himself shamelessly through his pants while the other works your burning button just right, he's able to coax an orgasm out of you with just a simple command

"there it is, that's my girl," he's beaming proudly as you're finally given your release. the sight of you losing control under his simple touch and order is too much for him to handle; he comes right there in his jeans with a loud groan 😌

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buckys-wintersoldier · 3 months

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How love works | Ransom Drysdale

Pairing -> Boyfriend!Ransom Drysdale x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary -> Ransom isn’t used to get much love from others but when he met you he knew he really likes you and wants you to show how it works to be in love with someone.

Warnings -> (G) none, just fluff

Wordcount -> 1.7k

Request -> a cute Ransom request: for months his girl showed him how to show his feelings bc he's not used to it but wants to do things right, since he really likes her? She's always giving him kisses, cuddles and all the cute stuff. ALWAYS her starting it but now he's the one starting all that 🥹🥹 @rogersbarber

A/N: Thank you so much for that request. And I hope you like what I wrote. I want to thank @imtryingbuck for listening to me while writing this one.

Masterlist | AFG Fluff Bingo | Sweetheart Bingo | Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

It’s not the first time he is sitting on the couch, his favorite cookies in his hands, while he stares at you. He doesn't dare to touch you or ask you to sit on his lap so he can wrap his arms around you. Ransom waits for you to walk over to him, take your seat next to him, and kiss his cheek softly before you capture his lips with yours. His hand would still hold the cookies, his other gripping his thigh, but he wouldn’t touch you. He doesn’t dare to touch you unless you tell him to do so.

The two of you have been dating for a few months now, but Ransom is still careful with you. You’re the first one he really loves; he feels like you understand him and support him. And since he isn’t used to getting and showing love, he asked you to show him how it works. And you immediately agreed, so it’s normal for you to take the first step — to hug him, to kiss him, to touch him.

“Ransom?”

“Mhm?”

You turn around and look at him; his eyes are focused on you. He looks into your eyes, and the intense stare lets you shiver slightly. Then he smiles and looks with a questioning expression and furrowed eyebrows at you.

“Do you mind when I go out with some friends? I will be home at dinner,” you ask.

He shakes his head and smiles softly. Ransom doesn’t mind, and it’s the perfect time for you to go out with friends since he plans a little surprise for you.

“I love you,” you mumble, leaning closer to kiss him.

“I love you too,” he replies, kissing you so softly that you want to melt immediately.

You love his lips on yours, and with his soft, plump ones, he kisses you like it’s all he needs to tell you how much he loves you. Even when you agree to show him how to touch and kiss you in a way that says more than a word could ever explain, you sometimes miss the feeling that your partner took the first step. That he just wraps his arms around your waist or that he just kisses your neck.

Ransom smiles when you pull away and make your way through the room and onto the floor to get ready to meet your friends. When he hears the door of the house closing, he places his cookies to the side and stands up, getting ready for the surprise later.

Your friends and you were sitting in a small cafe, talking and laughing about everything and nothing. You have a cup of tea in front of you when you listen to your friends talking about their families.

“And then he just threw it through the room, and the pen hit the wall, and now we have a few dots on the wall,” the one says, laughing. Then she turns to you and smiles softly. “And you really think this will work when he doesn’t even manage to touch you without you telling him?”

“I think it works; he just needs time to get used to being loved, and that’s oke,” you say, shrugging.

Then they change the topic, and you’re glad they do because you don’t want to explain your love life. They talk a lot more about their husbands and the kids or about their jobs, and you listen, smiling, that you and Ransom have something special; it’s not the ‘we met, we fell in love, we fucked, now we are parents and married’. The two of you have a special bond that is so much stronger; he trusts you so much that he allows you to take control of things, and he wants you to show how real love works.

After a few more hours, you are finally on your way home. You can’t wait to join your boyfriend on the couch; let yourself fall against his side. He always looks at you with such cute and loving eyes that you feel like he is looking at the most adorable thing in the world. And for him, you are; you’re definitely the most adorable, loving, and important person in his world; you’re his own perfect little world.

When you open the door, you put your shoes and jacket off before you walk through the floor. Before you reach the living room, you feel strong arms around you, and then a blindfold covers your eyes. You inhale his cologne and smile when you realize he touches you in a bit of an intimate way.

“Ransom?”

“Don’t worry, I have a surprise for you,” he mumbles from behind, his hands on your shoulders, when he leads you through the house.

“Please don’t let me crush against a door frame. RANSOM- I feel like here is a- there is no door frame? OH FUCK- Ransom, there is- also no door frame?” you say and hold your arms in front of you because you feel like there is a door frame or at least a counter.

“You won’t bump into something,” he laughs and stops them, holding you in place. “Give me a moment, then you can take off the blindfold; you just need to take that- and here.”

Ransom walks around you, a few steps away, before he walks closer, and you can hear the familiar noise of the cookies. You chuckle about the fact that he probably loves those cookies more than everything, or almost everything.

“Oke, you can take them off, princess,” he says, his tone nervous, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

For a moment, you’re unsure of what you expect to see when you take the fabric off your eyes; you haven’t heard Ransom nervously like that before. But when he calls you princess, you just melt. A shiver made its way along your spine, and you smile widely now. With your hand, you grip the blindfold and take it off. Ransom stands in front of you, his cookies in his hand, and he smiles while he shifts from one foot to the other.

“I- Babe-“ he mumbles, clearing his throat and holding the cookies a bit tighter. “I’m gonna break my cookies.”

You laugh softly when he looks at his hand, his fingers digging into the paper around the food. Then he looks back into your eyes, and he blushes softly.

“I love you! Babe, I thought the whole day about the way I tell you, but now I feel like every word I want to say- oh that’s really exciting, isn’t it?”

Ransom laughs, and you can’t stop yourself from laughing about his shyness and cuteness. This man is adorable, and the way he tries to tell you something while being so in love that he just can’t form a proper sentence makes you giggle.

“Calm down, eat a cookie, and then you can tell me, oke?” you say it softly, but he immediately shakes his head.

“I can’t eat them. They are in my hands to show you something. I have thought about it for a while now. You’re adorable, you're beautiful, you’re sweet, and you’re so much more, and there are not even enough words to explain what you mean to me. You take your time with me, even when you could have found someone who would give you all that you miss immediately, but you decided to be with me. And I have those cookies here to show you that nothing, not even my favorite food, is as important for me as you’re. Look,” he says, smiling when he throws them away.

Ransom flinches softly when they fall down, but then he looks back at you and sees your eyes brighten. You love him so much that you can’t even show him.

“Nothing is as important to me as you. You’re my little world; the place where I can finally say I’m home is wherever you are. No matter what my family is doing or how much they blame me for their mistakes, whenever I see or feel you, I feel safe and loved. I want to be with you forever. I want us to have our own little family and see our babies grow up. Then I want to lay in bed with you, cuddle with you, and make even more babies,” he chuckles, and you don’t know if you need to cry of joy because of his sweet words or need to laugh.

He walks a step closer, reaching into his pocket, and when he has it in his hand, he gets on his knees. Your jaw drops, and you feel the tears burning in your eyes. The smile on your face widens when you see the ring between his fingers.

“I love you; you’re my safe place, my favorite person. And everything I can wish for is the sweetest and most wonderful woman a man can have, and that's you. With you, I know what real love is, and because of you, I can finally show you what I really feel for you. So that’s why I want to ask you: Do you want to marry me?”

“Ransom- oh- yes, I want to marry you,” you say.

He reaches for your hand, and then he slips the ring on your finger before he stands up and wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer and crashing his lips on yours. Your hands find their way into his hair, tugging it softly. When the two of you break the kiss, he leans his forehead against yours, and you lift your hand to look at the ring.

“It’s beautiful; thank you. I love you so much, Ransom,” you say, then you turn your head to the cookies.

“I love you too; just let me place them on the counter, and then we can do whatever you want to do,” he mumbles into your ear, caressing your cheek.

Ransom walks to his cookies, grips them, and places them on the counter before he walks to you and lifts you up.

“Do you want us naked on the bed?”

“Mhm, I would prefer the couch,” you giggle.

He nods, turning a bit to walk to the couch with you, letting you down. Then he leans forward and presses his lips on yours while his hands find their way underneath your shirt, stroking over the soft skin. He groans and kisses your jawline.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 4 months

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Fluffcember Day 14 | Popping your cherry

Pairing | Roommate!Experienced!Ransom Drysdale x Roommate!Virgin!Fem!Reader

Word count | 1.9K

Summary | You're just coming home from the worst date, but it's good that your roommate, Ransom, is there to cheer you up. After a long talk with him, you confess you've only been looking for someone willing to take your virginity, and that's when Ransom steps in and is more than happy to help you do just that.

Rating | Mature (M)

Warning(s) | Use of a pet name (Sweets), soft!Ransom, Reader's age is mentioned once.

Angst | Light angst, Reader went on a bad date.

Smut | Taking virginity, fingering, protected sex, lots of praise.

A/n | This one-shot is written for day 14 of my Fluffcember 2023 Challenge. I always have a blast when writing for Ransom, so I can't wait to see what you all think of this! Thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this one 🎄

Events Masterlist | Roommate AU | @buckys-wintersoldier Masterlist | Date gone wrong | @anyfandomkinkbingo

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF credit: The owner

Main Masterlist | Ransom Drysdale Masterlist | Read on AO3

Honestly, you're not entirely sure where you went wrong during your date because you were having fun. More than him, apparently.

Because when you offered to go to one of your places, he made a weak excuse about his cat or something and stormed off.

So now, here you are, in a taxi back to your apartment, still frustrated that seemingly no one wants to help you with your problem.

You're about to finish college, and you're still a virgin. Of course, there's nothing wrong with that in and of itself, but you feel like you've been missing out on a fantastic experience based on how everyone around you always talks about it.

What you should have seen, however, is that the one person closest to you is more than willing to help you out if you ask. Your roommate, Ransom, has been there each time to pick you up after your dates have gone wrong, and it's killing him.

''Hi Sweets, how was it?'' Ransom asks as you walk in the door, but you're too ashamed to tell him how it went. Again.

Instead of answering Ransom, you storm off to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you before slipping off the sad excuse you call a dress and putting on some sweats and one of Ransom's sweaters.

When your hair is in a messy ponytail, and your make-up is off, you let yourself fall onto the bed with a loud sigh, and as if he could sense it, Ransom knocks on your door.

''Can I come in? I brought your favorite tea,'' Ransom says, his voice soft and gentle, which warms you from the inside. Despite that, you want to curl up into a ball, never to be seen by anyone ever again.

''Go away!'' you say, and keeping yourself from breaking down is challenging. Tears are fighting their way out, and you manage to slap your hand over your mouth to stifle the worst of the sob.

''Alright, I'm coming in,'' he says, swinging the door open, quickly walking over to your bed and putting the cup of tea and a small bowl of your favorite chocolates onto your nightstand.

''Hey, what's going on? C'mere,'' he says as he sits on your bed and pulls you into his lap. He's seated with his back against the headboard and his legs stretched out in front of himself.

His left hand is resting on the side of your head as you cry with long sobs against his chest, his right hand rubbing soft circles on your waist and hip to calm you down a little bit.

''It's okay, Sweets, I'm here with you. You're okay,'' he whispers in your hair as he keeps placing soft kisses in your hair to reinforce his words, effectively calming you down.

After nearly 30 minutes, you've finally calmed down enough, and you wipe your cheeks with the back of your hands, sniffling a few times before removing your head from his chest and looking at him.

''Hi beautiful girl,'' Ransom says with a soft smile and a twinkle in his eyes. Even when you feel like an absolute mess, he thinks you're the most beautiful woman on earth, and he's lucky that you're here in his arms.

''I'm not beautiful,'' you mumble, but Ransom laughs softly, his white teeth exposed as you hear the chuckle escape his lips.

''You are beautiful, Sweets. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and that says a lot because I have seen many of them. But none of them compare to you and your beauty,'' he tells you.

He strokes a few loose hairs behind your ear, and his knuckles slide over your jaw as he pulls his hand back. He leaves a trail of goosebumps behind, and a shiver runs down your spine.

''Are you willing to tell me what's on your mind?'' he asks, his eyes shooting from yours to your plump lips and back. He can never get enough of your beauty, and he will always get lost in the color of your eyes.

''Men are stupid,'' you say as you let yourself drop against his chest again, with a deep sigh this time. His arms wrap around you, and you pull your knees up to your chest so he can hold you close.

''Except you, of course, you're not stupid,'' you quickly say, and Ransom chuckles.

''I'm glad you said that; I almost started to worry!'' he jokes, a genuine laugh forming deep inside his chest, once again warming you from the inside out.

''This guy I went on a date with is stupid, though,'' you sigh, and Ransom tilts his head to look at you with a quirked brow, wondering for more information.

''I was asking if we should go here or to his place because I enjoyed myself, and I thought he did too, but he made up some shitty excuse about his cat, and here we are…'' you tell him, and Ransom pulls you a little tighter to his body.

''His loss,'' Ransom shrugs, and you sigh again as you cuddle up into his chest, reveling in his warmth. You found yourself in your happy place, and you're not planning on going any time soon.

''Sweets? Why do you go on so many dates to begin with? It's just curiosity, not judging you or anything,'' Ransom asks later that night.

You two have moved to lay under your duvet, and your head is lying on his chest, where you can hear his steady heartbeat. Your hand splayed out over his abdomen, your leg thrown over his.

His left arm is wrapped around you and is on your ribcage, moving slowly up and down with your breaths. His other arm is folded underneath his head, and he stares at the ceiling as his thoughts go a mile a minute.

''Well, everyone keeps telling me how amazing it was to lose their virginity at 16 years old and stuff, and here I am, nearly 26 and still a virgin! So, well... I've figured I'd take matters into my own hands, but so far, no one has been willing to do it...'' you sigh out, shutting your eyes tightly as you're trying not to be so embarrassed.

''Huh,'' Ransom mumbles. It takes a little while to come up with an idea, and he hopes you'll also be into it.

''What about me?'' he suddenly asks, and your head shoots up to meet his gaze.

''What about you?'' you ask, though you're pretty sure you know what he's getting at with his question.

''If you're sure you want to lose your virginity, I am more than okay with doing that. But only if you are, too. If not, we can drop it and never talk about it again,'' he tells you, but that isn't necessary.

''A-are you... I mean... You'd do that for me?'' you ask, a little unsure now, but the more you think about it, the more it makes sense. There's no one in your life who you'd trust more than Ransom.

''Of course, Sweets. I'd do anything for you,'' he tells you before he guides you off of him, and he crawls over you, effectively caging you in.

''Ransom, please...'' you beg softly, and that's all he needs to know what you want. He leans down, capturing your lips with his in a soft, gentle kiss that takes your breath away, and you need more.

Your tongue slides over his bottom lip, and he opens his mouth to grant you access, your hand sliding into his hair to pull him impossibly closer.

His lower half is leaning on yours, and you can feel how hard he is right now as he's throbbing in his pants from the anticipation of what's about to happen. He'll be your first; after this, he plans never to let you go.

You moan softly as his hips start rolling against yours, and Ransom can't help but smile into the kiss before letting go and sitting on his knees, looking at you.

''I need words before I move on, Sweets. Because I need you to know that if we go through with this, you'll be mine, and I'm not letting you go. If you want me to stop at any point, you can tell me, and we can stop, no strings attached,'' he tells you, but you want him. Now.

''Yes, Ransom. Please take my virginity and make me yours. All I want is to be yours,'' you tell him, now almost getting impatient.

Within no time, you're both completely bare, and Ransom has sunk two of his long, thick fingers into your entrance, moving slowly to get you adjusted to the size of them.

''R-Ransom, I'm close!'' you tell him as he curls his fingers, the tension inside you building more and more, ready to snap. All you need is for him to give some love to your clit, and you'll fall over the edge, but he wants you to say it.

''What do you need, Sweets? Tell me, and I'll let you come,'' he says with a mischievous smile, and you groan in response.

''Need you to rub my clit!'' you tell him, and he obeys immediately, making you fall over the edge almost instantly.

''Look at you cumming for me; look so good for me, Sweets. Such a good girl,'' he grumbles out, and it only makes you even more horny, needing to feel him inside you.

Ransom grabs a condom from seemingly out of nowhere, but you're not thinking about that. All you're focused on right now is how big he is because it doesn't even stand up against his abdomen from how heavy and large it is.

It's amazing. And about to fit all inside you.

''Are you ready for me, Sweets? I'll go slow, I promise,'' he says as he leans forward after putting the condom on, capturing your lips with his as he lines up with your entrance.

''Yes, Ransom, I'm ready,'' you tell him, and your hands are on his biceps, squeezing softly when you feel his tip. It's a strange but pleasurable feeling, and the groan leaving Ransom's throat tells you everything you need to know.

Slowly but surely, he thrusts into you, keeping his gaze on your face at all times, ensuring that if you're hurt, he'll stop immediately. It's a good thing there's nothing but pleasure visible on your face because you're somewhere north of heaven right now.

With a loud moan, you feel him slide into the hilt, and your back arches, pressing your chest against his. You've never felt so full but never want this feeling to end.

''R-Ransom, it feels so good,'' you tell him, and he can't help but smile because he feels the same. He has never felt so damn good before.

When you've gotten used to feeling him inside you, he slowly starts to move, hitting your sweet spot after a few experimental thrusts, and it has you seeing stars. You wrap your legs around his hips, effectively pulling him even closer.

''You feel so good around me, Sweets, such a perfect, tight pussy for me to ruin,'' he growls in your ear, making you moan in response. It doesn't take long for both of you to cum, and when he's done, he pulls out carefully to let himself fall to the side.

''How're you feeling, Sweets?''

''Perfect,'' you tell him with a lovesick grin. It was everything you dreamt of and more. It was heaven.

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inklore · 2 years

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discretion

premise: there’s only so much bratty behavior ransom can allow you to get away with before he has to punish you for it.

pairing: ransom drysdale x (f)reader

word count: 1k

warnings: eighteen+ content, orgasm denial, unprotected p in v, brattamer!ransom, vibrator mention, jealousy undertones, a touch of dacryphilia, praise, dirty talk.

etc: i feel like kinktober wouldn’t be kinktober if i didn’t kick it off with a c evans character so let’s goooo, here’s to a super kinky month my darlings!

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There’s a heavy weight in your core, like a dam trying to break—that last piece of molding tight in place and refusing to waver, a blockage that makes your whole body ache and claw at Ransom’s wrist. Your nails leaving crescents in his skin that only seem to make him smirk more, go harder, torture your overworked entrance to the point of pain; each hard thrust of his cock sending a jolt of pain through your walls.

A pain that feels heavy in your lower abdomen when Ransom presses his palm to the area, the toy he has in his hand pressed hard on your clit.

It’s been like this for centuries it feels—maybe only thirty, forty minutes. Maybe longer than that, maybe he’s been holding you right at that precipice for hours and thats why you feel completely fucked out. Aching, trembling, your muscles clenching and unclenching for something that he won’t let you have.

“Ransom–” you whine, tears filling your ducts. “Please, let me come, please.”

His hips never waver, never stutter, as he grins down at you. Continuing to fuck you hard with his cock, push the toy so flush against your clit that your body spasms and tries to run from it. “But we’re just getting started, sweetheart.” His tone is condescending, mean, all traces of empathy for your trembling form and the sensitivity of your cunt laughable.

“I can’t–”

“Oh, you can though.” Ransom bends forward, grips your jaw in between his two fingers, “you can and you will. If you can act like a brat and flirt with another man in front of me, you can do this. You deserve this.” You try to shake your head to deny the accusations, but his grip makes you immobile. “And now you lie to me,” he clicks his tongue, “maybe I won’t let you come at all, for days, weeks. I’ll just bend you over every service of this house, eat your pussy until you’re right about to come, and stop. Fill you with my cock and repeat the process all over again until those pretty little tears fall.” He grunts against your mouth in a rough kiss, “you’re so pretty when you cry, even prettier when you’re begging.”

His words are a threat, but that doesn’t stop your walls from clenching around him when he says them. Doesn’t stop you from whimpering, “m’sorry, Ransom.” Against his lips as you feel that dam start to shake, to build that pressure that’s supposed to feel good, desirable—but makes your legs close around his waist in agony.

“I know you are, sweetheart. I know, I know,” he coos, kissing you again before leaning back on his knees to slap a hard palm at the inside of one of your thighs. A command to keep them open, to stay spread for him.

“Ahh,” you cry. Strain your wrist from gripping the sheets like a vice. That first tear finally falling, finally running down your overheated cheeks. “I’ll be good–next time–I prom–”

“Next time?” He grunts out a chuckle, “you embarrass me from being a brat, and I’m supposed to let it go because you’ll be good next time? Because you’re sorry?” Ransom gives you a ‘do you know who you’re talking to’ look that makes your stomach sink lower lower, until that dam finally begins to break.

And you think this is it, that he’s actually going to take pity on you and your abused body. But then he’s pulling away the toy, his cock going with it. Leaving you clenching and weeping around nothing. Leaving that build up to die and lay heavy on your insides and throbbing clit.

Your cheeks now stained with the tears you can no longer hold back, Ransom’s thumb swiping a few away. The rub from the head of his cock as he leans over you to kiss a fallen tear away, to trail his lips along your jaw to your bottom lip, wrenches a sob from your lungs, makes your nails dig into his biceps.

“I can go all night,” his smirk makes your insides wring, makes you feel like a blubbering mess—and yet it turns you on, your walls quivering. “But I can see you’re holding on by a thread, poor thing.”

The wet noises from his cock rubbing through your soaked folds is like a nail being beat into a coffin. The red patch on your inner thigh still stings, a reminder to not to close your legs when you so desperately want to. To push away from the man above you, to drop to your knees and really make the begging believable. A shared notch on that thread that makes you want to pull him closer and meet his thrusts and take from him what he won’t let you have.

“Tell me you deserve this and I’ll let you come.” The relief in your eyes makes him grin, “tell me this is what you wanted all along, why you were being a bratty little slut. Because you can’t ask for my cock any other way,” Ransom grunts as he slowly pushes the head of his cock inside of you. The matched heat from your abused hole and his thickness making you both ache for entirely different reasons—pain, pleasure.

And while he was right, your discretion having been clear as day when his eyes had met yours from the other side of the party; he could have asked you to recite a prayer, a passage from the bible that would do little to save you from his wrath, or his cock.

You’d confess all your sins and desires to this man, if it’d make him happy. If he’d finally let you come.

“I deserve this.” You sob, bottom lip quivering. “I deserve to be punished.”

He hums, “yes you do.” He pushes the rest of the way inside with one hard thrust, that has your nails once again digging into his skin. The pain of being re-stretched prickling your body with stings and throbs that start to build up again, starting that devilish torture over again as Ransom goes back to fucking you just as hard as before. “Good girl,” he murmurs between kisses he presses to your lips. His thumb rubbing small circles against your clit.

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Your Hand In Mine

Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ransom was never a physically affectionate person, at least, not until he met you.

Prompt: @suck-tember day 1 prompt ‘fingers’

Warnings: strictly 18+ only, NSFW, fingering, semi-public sex. TRIGGER WARNING: mention of Ransom’s parents being neglectful and physically abusive. Mention of drugs and alcohol - not consumed by reader. Ransom is fairly soft in this

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: so I know it’s not focussed on oral fixation as intended for @suck-tember, but the prompt inspired this idea so I ran with it. Banners by @maysdigitalarts, dividers by @silkholland

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Ransom Drysale was always someone who liked to keep to himself.

Not that he didn’t enjoy going out, being the life of the party, managing to spend a regular person's yearly wage in one night, or arguing his opinion with anyone who was willing to take the bait.

But in the sense that he enjoyed his physical space.

He was smart enough to realise it was probably rooted in his parents not showing him physical affection as a child - no hugs goodbye, no forehead kiss goodnight, not even a damn high five for a job well done in school.

The only time his parents ever touched him was if he was being dragged somewhere didn’t want to go, their hands in a vice around his arm as he wailed and cried, like the spoiled brat they incessantly told him he was. His father sometimes resorted to physical punishments to prevent his weeping, regularly enough that Ransom quickly learned not to resist their demands, to simply go along with it if he were to avoid their punishment.

And with his compliance, went their last reason to touch him. Though, Ransom was thankful for that.

As he got older, Ransom’s aversion to physical affection born solely from innocent, non-sexual intentions only grew stronger.

Wherever he went he’d see couples interlocking hands, using any excuse to hold each other, sit in each other’s lap, mindlessly fiddle with the other's fingers, placing chaste kisses to foreheads, shoulders, hands.

Why would people want that? Why would you go out of your way to spend more time in connection with someone than you had to?

Ransom was by no means averse to some physical forms of intimacy - having a woman in his bed for the night who could wet his dick provided far greater pleasure than his own hand could. His body had figured that one out for himself.

But that was all about his own sexual release. It had nothing to do with romantic feelings, affection or comfort. Nor the satisfaction of his partner in those carnal activities. It was purely about himself.

How selfish.

Well, he was a Drysdale after all.

Nobody expected anything more of him.

And then he met you.

Your compassion for others were second to none, and even though Ransom had never done anything in his pampered and overindulgent life to deserve any sympathy, you showed him incomparable kindness nonetheless.

If Ransom wanted something, he got it. Friends and strangers alike never said no to him, not with the wealth and stature his family notably held. That same status was something you didn’t place importance on - you treated everyone the same regardless of their background or what material items they could offer you.

Most were too scared to call Ransom out for his bullshit, so he continued to toy the line to see what he could get away with - it was all a game to him, knowing his family money could buy him out of any real trouble he found himself in.

However, you were different. You told him off when he crossed the line. Held him to a higher standard than he held himself. For some strange reason, which Ransom couldn’t fathom, it seemed that you wanted him to be a better version of himself than the spoiled narcissist his parents had raised.

That intrigued Ransom. Mostly because society viewed him as purely the wealthy enabler who paid for everyone’s night out, but that’s where their attachment ended. He knew he was only tolerated because he funded lavish parties, supplied the alcohol and facilitated his so-called friends' drug habits - if it weren’t for that, he’d just be the dickhead nobody liked.

You had this endearingly inspiring quality about you which always made him feel like he could do anything, including improving himself to be more than just the pampered, pompous rich boy.

And he found that he wanted to. For you.

You would later tell him it was his courage and resolve to better himself that really made you fall for him. And though Ransom rarely felt shy, he was apprehensive to inform you that you were the reason he tried in the first place. Because that would mean admitting not only were you the only person on the face of the earth who actually gave a damn about him, but also the way he felt about you was developing into a deep fondness he was unable to control.

In most contexts Ransom was usually the person in charge, directing what needed to happen and when. Yet, when it came to his relationship with you, you were the one who instigated everything.

His lack of experience in affairs born of the heart rather than pure lust, made him feel like an insecure, inexperienced teenager. Yet you were always patient with him, which only resulted in his ever growing attachment to you deepening.

With a romantic relationship came expectations of chaste physical intimacy, and that perhaps more than anything scared Ransom. He couldn’t understand the reasoning behind wanting to be close to someone in that way, and with the deficiency of experiencing any physical touch his whole life, he was concerned he may never be able to provide that for you.

He felt comfortable enough to express this worry to you, and with the unparalleled empathy you possessed, you promised him to start off nice and slow.

You were both attending a book release for his grandfather when it happened for the first time. In tedious discussions with relatives who Ransom had completely forgotten how he was connected to, you inconspicuously reached over and interlocked your pinky with his.

That’s all it was. Just his smallest finger connected with yours. And yet he found himself never wanting to let go. That one minuscule act, that seemed at least outwardly to not affect you at all, had Ransom’s entire body paralysed.

You must have sensed his rigidity beside you. When you looked up at him, all wide eyed and believing you had done something wrong, moving to pull your hand away from his, he clamped his hold on your pinky even tighter.

Ransom wasn’t quite sure why he felt that if you were to let go his whole life would crumble before him. It seemed a drastic overreaction to a simple caress of fingers. But he felt that way deep in his chest nonetheless.

You must have been able to read his intent from the expression on his face - you were always good at doing that - because instead, you smiled up at him, scrunching your nose in the adorable, involuntary way he adored, and kept your finger joined with his for the rest of the party.

Ransom tried to not let the thought of innocently touching your hand consume him, but he failed miserably. He had previously only ever experienced repulsion at chaste touches, and yet he welcomed your touch so freely, only wanting to experience more of the warm sensation.

It wasn’t until two weeks later, while having Sunday family dinner at his parents house, that you chose to perform a similar action.

His mother was on a tirade about certain members of the family whom she didn’t approve of, something she ended up doing when she had one too many glasses of wine, when your name fell from her lips followed by the words ‘gold digger’.

Ransom’s hands were immediately clenched in fists, and rage boiled so fiercely within him that he wouldn’t be surprised to see steam billowing from his ears. He opened his mouth, ready to return the attack when it happened.

Your soft hand pried his fist open, nestling yourself between his fingers. You barely looked down at where you now connected with him, instead choosing to look deep into his eyes as if to say ‘she’s not worth it’.

He could feel his heart rate immediately start to slow down. The anger which had been ferociously bubbling in his chest now felt like barely a ripple.

All because you touched him.

Not sexually. Not in the sensual, teasing ways your hands would roam his body when you wanted him to fuck you.

No, not like that at all. You were simply holding his hand with no additional motivation. You were gaining nothing from this exchange, the act was solely for Ransom’s benefit. Interlocking your fingers with his and affectionately rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand, as if it were the most normal and natural thing you could do.

And that’s when it all finally clicked in Ransom’s brain.

The reason all those lovey dovey couples that annoyed him everywhere he went couldn’t get enough of holding each other - why they’d use any excuse to be connected with their person.

Comfort. Support. Security.

The people currently in the room with him had provided the opposite of that his entire life - they had only caused him anguish and loneliness. It was all he was used to, and yet with a gesture as simple as holding hands, he knew for a fact he had found that solace with you.

Linda across the table repeated his given name a couple of times in the scorchingly frustrated way only she could manage when directing conversation at the son she regretted having. However, Ransom was too caught up in his body’s reaction to your affectionate touch to give a shit about his mother at that moment.

The table went silent as Ransom finally stood and declared “eat shit, we’re leaving.”

Heads held high, you walked side by side out of the hostile house, Ransom not letting go of your hand until he opened the passenger side door of his car. As soon as he let go, a feverish tingle rushed up his arm which he suspected only your touch could soothe.

“Thank you.” Ransom breathed out. Somehow the air in his small car wasn’t as stuffy as it was inside his parents' giant house. Ransom couldn’t remember the last time he thanked someone, if ever. Yet the words felt right in his mouth when you were the one he was thanking.

“You’re welcome, Ran.” You returned, seemingly knowing exactly what he was thanking you for without him needing to say it aloud.

As if to make him fall even harder for you right then and there, you chose that moment to yet again join your hand with his, and place a kiss to his knuckles. A warm, fuzzy feeling erupted in Ransom’s chest, one he knew for certainty he had never felt before.

It concerned him for a moment that possibly he was having heart palpitations, or an anxiety attack. But perhaps what startled him the most was that this feeling was actually a surge of love and devotion to you.

He had never loved someone before.

But when he looked into your eyes, he was sure. He could see his whole life in front of him. He never thought finding someone who would put up with him for longer than a night would be on the cards for him, and yet here you were, sticking by him even when you knew the dark and ugly parts of him.

It was both exhilarating and terrifying that for the first time in his life, there was someone more important to him than himself. Someone he wanted to truly be better for.

“Let me thank you properly.”

Without thinking, or even really knowing how he managed it in his small car, he shifted you from the passenger seat onto his lap, pulling you into a bruising kiss.

Ransom felt an inherent need to pleasure you with his fingers, the same part of your body which you had used to provide comfort to him earlier. Pushing your skirt up over your thighs, his hand instinctively reached for the damp patch already forming on your panties.

“Please Ran, please. I need you.” God you sounded so desperate, and that only turned him on even more.

Ransom wasn’t about to deny what you wanted when you asked so politely. Pushing your panties aside, he coated the tips of his fingers in your slick before slipping his middle finger into you. He could tell at once it wasn’t enough by the way you wiggled your hips eagerly to increase friction.

“Such a needy girl aren’t you?” He asked before generously adding an extra finger, your grateful groan in appreciation making his dick twitch. “Look at you, my gorgeous little slut creaming on my fingers right outside my parent’s house where they could see us. You like that, don’t you?”

All you could do was nod when Ransom used his thumb to draw small circles over your clit while simultaneously scissoring his fingers inside you, knocking the breath out of your lungs.

Unlike with his previous sexual partners where all Ransom was concerned about was his own orgasm, being knuckle deep inside your pussy was about your pleasure.

Did the sight of you whimpering above him, feeling your soft walls fluttering around his fingers make him painfully hard? Absolutely.

But this wasn’t for him. This was all for you.

He continued to relentlessly thrust his fingers inside you, instinctively curling them to brush over the spongy spot that had your thighs quivering, relishing the moans and whines slipping from your lips right beside his ear.

“I love all those pretty little sounds you make.” Knowing he was responsible for every breathy gasp, every whimper trickling from your lips only fueled him to pump his fingers faster, to hear more of them.

As he pushed you closer and closer to the edge, Ransom could feel your grip on his shoulders tighten and your pussy squeezing his fingers gloriously.

“Shit, right there! Oh God, Ran, I’m gonna cum.” Your head fell to rest your forehead against Ransom’s shoulder, fingers tugging at his hair and though your eyes fluttered shut in pure ecstasy, he couldn’t take his eyes off how beautiful you looked.

“That’s my good girl. Let go baby, I got you.”

Your entire body shuddered as the wave of your orgasm overcame you, crying out an incoherent combination of curse words and his name as your gushing climax coated his hand and the front of his pants. Though, Ransom didn’t relent the pace of his pumping fingers until he was satisfied that you had fully come down the other side of your high.

The dazed smile you shot him once you managed to sit upright in his lap again mesmerised him. In that moment all he wanted to do was give you mind blowing orgasm after orgasm so he could continue to experience the heavenly sight of your writhing body and that bewitching, satisfied smile.

Ransom removed his fingers from you and brought them up to his mouth to taste the slick of your release, which was as sweet as he knew your soul to be. Lord, he could just drown in the taste of you - something he planned on doing once the location allowed for it.

“Let’s go back to your place, and I’ll return the favour.” You mumbled against his lips in a sloppy kiss before manoeuvring yourself back into the passenger's side seat.

The entire drive home Ransom covered your hand with his on the gear stick, his large fingers slotting between yours perfectly.

In his small car beside you, driving ever further away from his old family house, Ransom had never felt more at home. He intrinsically knew that he’d never find a safer place than his hand enclosed in yours.

And because of that, someday, he’d make sure you knew just how much he cherished you by giving you a ring to wear proudly on your finger.

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sarahrogersevans · 1 year

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Can you write about ransom married to his shy and kind childhood sweetheart reader

Only You- Husband! Ransom Drysdale Wife! xreader fan fic request

Summary: Ransom married his shy childhood sweetheart and doesn’t tell his family but they find out at somepoint and they talk her down and reader has a panic attack and Ransom helps reader through it

Warnings: mentions of toxic family, mentions of a panic attack, mentions of self doubt, fluff, angst, soft Ransom, let me know if I miss anything

(Ransom’s POV)

Ever since I married Y/N things have been so good with us and she is someone who truly sees me for who I am and loves me regardless and I’ve loved Y/N since we were growing up together and Y/N is so shy but it’s so cute when she’s shy.

I just got back home from visiting my folks and it always drains me and I never told them I got married and I wanna protect Y/N from my family so she doesn’t get hurt. Y/N saw me walk into our shared bedroom and said “hey babe how did things go?” I took my shoes off and sat down by Y/N on the bed and just hugged her and said “doesn’t matter, I’m just glad I’m home with you now bunny.” Y/N smiled at me and said “I’m glad you’re home too Ransom I missed you though are you sure I don’t need to meet your family?..” I shook my head and kissed her forehead and said “no Y/N trust me it’s not worth the agrivation ok? Don’t worry pretty mind with that.”

Later on I realized I forgot some documents that I needed that I thought I brought home from my parents house and I groaned and said “shit.. hey Y/N could you do me a huge favor?” Y/N came downstairs and said “yea Ransom of course honey what is it??” I took her hands in mine and looked at her and sighed and said “I’m sorry but I forgot some important papers at my parents place would you come with me to get them? I don’t wanna go alone and I doubt they’ll be at home right now.” Y/N kissed me and said “Ransom I would do anything for you I’m your wife I love you.” I smiled thinking how did I get so lucky with her? I said “are you sure?? Because if you’re not comfortable I can just go and come back quick?” Y/N shook her head and said “no I’ll come with you.”

————time skip———

(Y/N’s POV)

We got to Ransom’s parents place and we walked in after Ransom opened the door with his key and he looked around for the papers in a few places and then found them and he smiled at me showing he had them and said “ok my dear we are good let’s go.” But before we could get very far we both heard a voice behind us saying “Ransom? What are you doing here again?” We turned around and Ransom whispered “it’s ok bunny I’ll handle this.” I nodded and Ransom stepped in front of me and he looked at his mom and said “mother, I just forgot some papers here that I needed I was just leaving.” His mother looked at me and noticed my wedding ring and she said “Ransom.. did you marry this girl? Without telling us?” Ransom took my hand and said “mother I didn’t tell you because I knew you would judge her or me for anything and you and everyone else would try and ruin things and I wasn’t gonna let that happen.”

I started to feel overwhelmed and a few more people came in the room either asking me questions or to Ransom and after a few more minutes Ransom had noticed I started feeling overwhelmed and uncomfortable and said “we’re leaving come on honey oh and no one ever contact me again or Y/N.” We got to Ransom’s car and the drive back home was quiet mainly because I was too overwhelmed to speak and Ransom held my hand the whole way home which helped me relax and he looked at me and said “I’m so sorry baby I was hoping they wouldn’t be home I didn’t think they would be, I love you.” We got back to Ransom’s place a few minutes later and we got inside and I started breathing hard remembering everything his family said and I started having a panic attack. Ransom noticed and helped me to sit on the couch with him holding me and said “hey Y/N shh I’m here don’t worry about what my family said ok? You are beautiful, wonderful, the love of my life, my sweet bunny wife who I adore and so adorable and the most amazing woman I’ve met and I’m so glad you’re mine I love you ok? My family are petty and jealous because I could actually love someone like you baby.”

I smiled at Ransom feeling shy and said “you’re so gentle and loving to me I love this side of you.” Ranson kissed me and said “only for you my love, I’ll protect you no matter what and I’ll always be gentle with you I promise Y/N you deserve to be loved.” I laid my head on his chest and said “I love you so much Ransom you deserve love as well thank you for defending me.” Ransom held me close and said “I love you bunny I will protect you from my family no matter what, only you matter.” Ransom held me while my panic attack calmed down and I loved how soft he was with me and I always felt better just being in my husband’s arms.

Hey darling I’m so sorry I’m late with this but I hope you enjoy this one 🧡🧡 probably not my best one 😅 but I did my best xx

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Only nice to my girl. Ransom X Reader

A/N: i have never seen Knives out like at all so i this is all made up by me. I hope you like it @nicoline1998enilocin (She requested it)

You've been hearing Ransom run his mouth for ten minutes to Meg about some case. "Shut your trap meg you know nothing!!" She scoffs. "I am not as dumb as you Rans!! if the cops find you i hope they shoot you!" She stomps off and Ransom cruses a bit then hears you walk to him. "Rans?"

He looks at you with a softest eyes and he says. "How much did you hear sweetheart?" You shrug. "not much, i wasn't trying to listen in if that's what your thinking" He smiles and kisses your head. "Good."

You start to leave the room when he says. "Cupcake what's the rush?" You look over your shoulder. "You have work" He smiles. "I can do it while your here."

You turn and lean on the wall. "Okay, what did Meg mean the cops? they don't think you...killed someone?" He waves his hand. "nah don't worry yourself to sickness y/n"

You nod. "Just asking" He sighs. "You know if i had to keep my girl safe i'll do Any...thing"

You press your lips together. "even kill?"

"if need be" he says with a smile.

"Oh god rans please don't go that far" He stands up and walks over to you towering over you. "Darling..i told you i'd do anything to keep MY girl safe"

You blink. "Thank...thank you..i think" he kisses your forehead and says. "You worries darling if i get mad it's only at someone else, I couldn't be mad at my favorite girl"

You smile. "great to hear" you turn and walk out but he grabs your hand so softly. "what's the hurry darling?"

You look at him. "you have work to do and so do i, we can talk more later"

He nods. "Alright darling see you later"

You walk out of the office and walk into the living room and Meg says. "your boyfriend is a cold blooded killer and your going to stay with his ass!?"

You ball your hand into a fist and say. "Watch your next words VERY carefully" She smiles. "I'll be right Y/N and who knows, maybe you'll get married to that dipshit"

Ransom says. "Meg! Do Not talk to My girl like that!" You turn to see him bright red with anger. She scoffs. "I am telling her the fucking truth! you are a killer!"

"Meg that's more than enough!" She looks at you then at Ransom and says. "just don't come to me when you see him walk out of here in handcuffs"

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Not Enough

Hello, lovelies! I know it’s been a long while! Sorry about that. I guess I haven’t really felt inspired lately. I know that’s kind of a shit excuse but it’s true.

That all changed today when I heard this song for the first time. It’s called “Flowers” by Lauren Spencer-Smith. I highly recommend you play it on repeat as you read this. That’s what I did the whole time I was writing! I don’t know what it is about this song but I just needed to write something with it.

Here’s a link to the song in case you want to listen! Flowers

And yes, I’m aware this fic is kind of similar to my other Ransom one Last Kiss but I feel like this Ransom is way worse than that one.

Anyways! If you read, I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: The parts in italics is the song! And it does not belong to me.

Words: 4.2k

Ratings: Explicit

Warnings: smut(duh, it’s me), AssholeRansom, cheating, manipulation, language, DubCon(putting this just to be safe. Not necessarily dubcon, but just in case), toxic relationship, please let me know if I miss anything!

🎼Took me over to your house to meet your family

Introduce me to them, saying that you’d marry me

Then you’d look me in the eye and say it’s just a joke

Then you’d kiss me and I’d smile, did you even know?

When you’d say that kinda thing I’d be excited

Got me hoping maybe one day you would mean it

Always thought I’d only make a fool of someone else

Now you’ve only gone and made me make one of myself🎼

You nervously pick at the sleeves of your sweater as you look out the passenger side window. You look over at your boyfriend of 6 months and notice how calm he seems.

“Ran, are you sure they won’t mind that I'm coming along?”

He barely glances over at you and smirks. “I don’t really care if they do or not. I want you there. Besides, I asked Harlan and he said he didn’t mind.”

You try to contain the smile on your face at that. “Just making sure. I mean it is Thanksgiving dinner after all.” This would be the first Thanksgiving you’d be missing with your family. They weren’t too excited you’d be missing it to be with Ransom. They weren’t his biggest fans. They said he was a manipulative asshole. But you knew they just didn’t know the him that you did.

Ransom pulls up to the mansion and parks right in front. You get out of the car and get immediately bombarded by 2 very excited German Shepherds. You instantly smile and start giving them all the pets you could. “Well, hello! How are you guys?” You asked them in your dog voice.

Ransom came around the car to you. He started pushing the dogs away from you. “Get the fuck away from her! Go on! Get!” He turns to look at you. “Sorry about that. You okay?”

You stare at him in confusion. “I was completely fine. They were just excited to meet someone new.”

Ransom grabbed your hand and started walking in the direction of the front door. “Well, I think they’re disgusting. I hate dogs.”

You didn’t have any more time to think of that comment when the front door opened to reveal a woman you recognized as Ransom’s mom. After all, her face was on all the bus benches in town.

“Well, Ransom. Nice of you to finally show up. And I see you did bring your friend.”

You look over at Ransom in time to see him roll his eyes and continue past his mother. You throw a smile her way as you’re tugged past her.

Ransom continues walking down the hallway until he comes to what must be the living room where the rest of his family is located. Everybody stops talking and turns to look at you both. More specifically, at you.

“Ransom, I thought we told you not to bring any more hookers here.” Your mouth dropped open in shock at the rude comment coming from the man standing in the corner with a cane.

His mother reappears next to you. “Walt, that wasn’t nice. This is Ransom’s flavor of the month.” She turns her head and gives you an uncomfortable once over. “Harper, right?”

You’re about to correct her when Ransom wraps his arm around your shoulder and quiets you. “Her name happens to be, Y/N. And I expect everyone in this room to be nice to her because she just so happens to be the girl I'm going to marry.”

Your head snaps in his direction, eyes full of hope. You can feel the butterflies erupting in your stomach. Marry? Did he say Marry?

The next thing you know, the whole room bursts into loud laughter, Ransom included.

He turns and gives you a kiss on the temple. “Sorry babe, long running joke around here. They all know I’ll never actually get married.” He then whispers in your ear, “Why ruin what we have with a piece of paper that means shit?”

You have so many emotions running through you that you’re not quite sure how to feel. You push down the tears that want to fall and kiss him on the cheek. “Can you get me something to drink, please?”

He nods and looks around and starts snapping his fingers. “Marta! Marta!”

A pissed off looking young woman who you would guess is from Brazil appears beside you. “What do you need, Hugh?”

He quickly orders an old fashioned from her before excusing himself to go find Harlan. She looks over at you expectantly. “Oh! I’ll just take whatever wine you’re serving. I’m not picky. Do you need any help?”

She looks taken aback at your offer of help but gives you a small smile. “That’s kind of you, but I can handle 2 drinks. I’ll be right back.”

Ransom’s mother walks over to you. “So, what are your intentions with my son?”

You couldn’t help but stutter. She was, after all, a self made millionaire. And Ransom’s mom. You wanted to impress her.

You get ready to answer, when you’re again interrupted by Ransom. “To keep my dick wet, obviously.”

She scoffs and stomps off. You turn and smack his shoulder. “That was rude, Ransom! I don’t mind answering her questions.”

He rolls his eyes and knocks the rest of his drinks back. “And I told you earlier I don’t give a fuck about them or their opinions.”

🎼Taking a look back, this should’ve been a big red flag.

I guess that flowers aren’t just used for big apologies

I guess I should’ve been more conscious how you spoke to me

‘Cause when we’d fight, you’d give me space and not communicate

And for a while I thought that’s what I should appreciate

Maybe I was holding onto what I thought you were

But when you think too hard, eventually it starts to hurt

The version of you in my head, now I know wasn’t true

Young people fall for the wrong people, guess my one was you🎼

3 months after meeting his family you find yourself pacing the floor of Ransom’s kitchen with tears streaming down your face. You had just gotten into yet another fight with him. This time about him coming with you to your sister’s wedding. Apparently weddings weren’t his scene.

You went to everything he wanted you to go to. You really didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal. He told you what you asked for was unreasonable and that if you really loved him, you wouldn’t make him go.

That was 3 hours ago now. When you fought, he tended to leave in the middle of it to ‘give you space to calm down.’

You continued your pacing until your eyes fell upon the vase of almost dead roses sitting on the island. You smiled at them. While roses weren’t your favorite, Ransom made sure to get you fresh ones every week. Even when he was out of town doing something for Harlan.

You snap out of your thoughts as you hear the front door open and shut. You quickly look up to see Ransom approaching with a fresh bouquet of roses.

You both stare at each other and he sets the flowers down on the counter and pulls you in for a hug. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I love you. I just hate weddings.”

He wipes away the tears still on your cheeks. “It’s okay, Ran. Can we at least talk about it?”

Instead of responding, he pulls you in for a kiss. It starts out innocent but quickly turns heated. He pulls your hips into his and makes you feel the obvious erection he has. He pushes you until your ass hits the island. He has his hands up your shirt, attempting to unhook your bra and has started kissing down your neck.

You try to push his shoulders. “Ran, please. I want to talk about it.”

He moves his kisses up your neck until he’s at your ear. He whispers, “But I need you right now, sweetheart. Isn’t that more important? If you really loved me, you’d give me what I want. Then we’ll talk about it later. I promise.”

You only caught about half of what he was saying because he had started rubbing your cunt through your leggings, making you whine out please.

He smirked and turned you around, bending you over the island. He makes quick work of your leggings and his jeans. And before you know it, he has plunged his cock into you in one thrust. You let out a whine that turns into a moan when he starts circling your clit with the middle finger on his left hand while starting at a bruising pace.

“Fuck, Ran. Slow down, please.”

He pulls you up until your back is flushed with his front. He snarls in your ear. “Am I not making you feel good? Do I not always make sure you get off?”

You nod quickly. “Yes, always.”

He presses a kiss to the side of your neck before pushing your front back down onto the island. “Then why don’t you be a good fucking girl, and shut up and take what I give you.”

Even as he’s speaking, you can feel him slow down a little. Not as much as you were hoping, but better than nothing.

With the angle he was able to hit your g spot with every thrust. You knew you’d cum soon. Ransom always had you coming hard and fast. That was always the sex between the 2 of you. Hard and fast.

He leans down and presses a kiss against your spine. “Come on, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock. Make me feel good.”

It only takes a couple more thrusts and swirl of his fingers against your clit before you’re doing as he said and cumming on his cock.

“Goddam baby! Fuck yeah! Cum on that fat cock!”

Ransom stops rubbing your clit and places both hands on your hips to pick up his pace. It only takes him a couple more thrusts before he’s spilling into you. He leans his hands on the counter on either side of you and waits until his breathing slows before he pulls out of you. He smacks your ass. “Let me get you a paper towel, babe. Hold on.”

He goes over to the sink and grabs a paper towel off the roll and comes back to you and half heartedly cleans you up. He pulls your leggings back up and spins you around to place a kiss on your lips. “I love you, Y/N. You know that, right?”

You look down towards the ground and nod. He places his right hand under your chin and lifts your face back to his. “When’s your sister’s wedding?”

You blink a few times, trying to sort out your feelings. “March 20th.”

He pulls out his phone and brings up his calendar. “Looks like I won’t be in town that weekend. So see? I won’t be able to go with you even if I wanted to. Now that that’s settled, why don’t you start on dinner?”

He doesn’t even wait for you to respond before he turns and heads out of the kitchen. You stand there and try to figure out how you feel about everything that just happened. Even though this fight didn’t end any differently than any others that you’d had, you felt different this time.

You turn towards the island and your eyes land on the fresh bouquet he’s brought you. Something that usually brings you joy and butterflies now only brings tears to your eyes.

🎼I was getting any flight so we could make it work

You’d ignore me, could have told me you were seeing her

Kinda hate myself for justifying your mistakes

Took a minute but I learned that shit the hard way

Who are you to tell me I can’t be heartbroken?

Babe, you had the chance, the door for you was open

If It’s what you need to tell yourself to sleep at night

Pretend I haven’t found a man who finally treats me right

I guess that flowers aren’t just used for big apologies

I guess I should’ve been more conscious how you spoke to me

‘Cause when we’d fight, you’d give me space and not communicate

And for a while I thought that’s what I should appreciate

Maybe I was holding onto what I thought you were

But when you think too hard, eventually it starts to hurt

The version of you in my head, now I know wasn’t true

Young people fall for the wrong people, guess my one was you🎼

It was your one year anniversary and what were you doing? Spending it alone.

Ransom had to go to London at the last minute for Harlan. Something about research for his current book.

You were having a small pity party for yourself in your apartment when your best friend called.

“Y/N you need to stop wallowing in self pity and do something about it.”

You roll your eyes. “Like what? Fly to London and surprise him?”

“Why not?”

You stopped digging through your freezer for the ice cream. “You aren’t serious?”

“Again, why not? You just started summer vacation, so you have the time off. It’d be so romantic! You could spend your first anniversary in London!”

“Why are you even suggesting this? You don’t even like Ransom.”

She scoffs. “It’s not that I don’t like him. I just think he’s kind of full of himself. But you’re a smart woman. And I know you wouldn’t be with him unless he was more than that. I trust you.”

You feel your heart sink in your chest at that. You haven’t been completely honest with her about everything. You haven’t told her about every fight. Probably because you don’t want to think about it yourself. Everytime you start thinking about one, you just shut it down and repeat ‘but he loves me’ to yourself until you find your smile again.

“So, how much do you think flights are?”

In just about 12 hours, you’re sitting in the airport waiting to board the plane. You try to call Ransom for the 3rd time but get his voicemail again. So you opt to send him yet another text.

Hey, babe. Just wanted to hear your voice. Wish we could be together this weekend. I miss and love you.

They finally call your section and you get up to get in line. You’re almost to the front of the line when your phone vibrates, signaling a text. You quickly hand over your ticket and make your way down the ramp and onto the plane.

Your seat is easy to spot. You put your carryon into the overhead bin and get comfortable in your seat before pulling out your phone to read your text.

Miss you too, baby. Wish you were here as well. Naked. Underneath me. But I know you’re probably sleeping by now. Get some rest. Luv u 2.

He misses you! Maybe this was a good idea after all.

You sleep for most of the 6 and a half hour flight. It was a night flight after all. You wanted to make sure you were rested since you figured Ransom would want sex as soon as he saw you.

You grab your carryon and head off the plane and into the busy airport. You only had the carryon so you were able to skip baggage claim and head right for the taxis. You quickly flag one down and give him Ransom’s address. Of course he had an apartment here he rented.

You shoot a text to your best friend to let her know you made it safely. You put your phone back in your purse and turn to look out into the beauty that is London. You’d never been before. Hopefully you can talk Ransom into taking you sightseeing.

About 10 minutes later, the taxi pulls up into the front of what looks like an expensive apartment building. You aren’t surprised.

You tip the cabbie and make your way inside, heading for the elevator. Ransom’s apartment was on the top floor. Because of course it was.

You could feel the butterflies rise in your stomach with every floor you went up. You were nervous. A good nervous though. An excited one.

Once you reach the top floor the elevator doors open to reveal a short hallway leading to a single door.

You quickly swallow your nerves and knock.

Looking back at it now, you really shouldn’t have been so surprised.

The door opens and instead of seeing Ransom, a half naked blonde looks back at you.

“Can I help you?”

You’re about to speak when you hear Ransom in the background. “Babe, who is it? If it’s the food, the money is right there on the table. Hurry up and get your ass back to bed.”

You couldn’t help it. You lost it. You yell, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

You hear hastening footsteps on a hardwood floor. “Y/N?” And there he appears next to the woman you’ve named the whore. He’s in a pair of boxer briefs and nothing else. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d surprise you and fly out so we could spend our anniversary together. But I can see you are already celebrating.”

You turn around to leave but he leans forward and grabs your arm. You turn around and tear away from his touch. “Don’t fucking touch me Ransom.”

He has the audacity to look confused. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I thought you came to see me?”

He must have lost his fucking mind. “What the fuck is wrong with me? Hmm, gee Ransom. Maybe it has something to do with the half naked whore in your apartment.”

The whore, who is still standing by the door, goes to open her mouth in what you’re guessing is to defend herself. You hold up a hand to her. “I don’t want to hear a fucking word from you! Did you know he had a girlfriend?” She nods her head. “Then you’re a whore.”

You turn back to Ransom. He crosses his arms over his chest and smirks at you. “I don’t really understand why you’re so upset. It’s not what it looks-“

Before you even know what happens, you smack him hard across the face. “I swear to God if you say this isn’t what it looks like. It looks like you’re cheating on me Ransom.”

He grabs the left side of his face that now has your handprint across it. “Yeah and what exactly are you so upset about? I never said that we were exclusive. You apparently just assumed that yourself. It’s not like I love her or anything. I love you.”

You must be losing it because you can’t help but let out a laugh. Ransom looks confused and afraid. “OH. We weren’t exclusive? I’m sorry, I must have gotten the wrong idea the day you told me you loved me. Or maybe it was the day you took me to meet your parents. Oh! No, wait! It must’ve actually been the day you gave me a key to your house.”

Ransom put his hands on his hips. “What do you expect from me, Y/N? I come from a broken marriage. It’s not like I had the best role models growing up.” He takes a step towards you with a soft look in his eyes. You allow him to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and cup your face. “I don’t know how relationships work. I’m doing the best that I can. I love you. Isn’t that enough?”

You don’t even think twice about your answer. “No.”

His grip on your face tightens just a little. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

You step away from his hold and start walking backwards toward the elevators. “No, Ransom. It’s not enough. Not anymore. I used to tell myself it was after every stupid fucking fight. Or even that time you shoved me against the wall. But I know now that it’s not enough. Because you don’t really love me. How could you? People who love each other don’t treat them the way you treat me.”

He looks angry now. “I treat you badly? Are you kidding me, Y/N?? I get you roses every fucking week out of the kindness of my heart! I buy you all the clothes and purses and shoes you could want! I always make sure you have an orgasm everytime we fuck! And you’re saying I treat you badly?”

“Yes, Ransom! You treat me like shit! I never asked you for any of those things! All I wanted was to love you and be loved in return! This isn’t love, Ransom! This is toxic.”

He throws his hands up. “Fine! Then I want all the shit back that I bought you! Before I get back!”

You copied his hand movements. “Fine! I wasn’t going to keep them anyways!”

You turn to press the button to take you out of this hell. But then you hear his voice again.

“You’re never going to find better than me. Someone who puts up with your pathetic shit. And all your fucking whining. I mean you weren’t even good enough for me but I felt sorry for you. Could tell the fat girl sitting at the bar got stood up that night. Figured I’d be nice and take you home. But then you fucked good enough that I wanted more. I never agreed to a relationship. This isn’t my fault.”

The doors to the elevator finally open. You press the button for the lobby before you turn to face him. A tear escapes your eye as you look at him one last time. “You’re right, Ransom. How dare I assume I was good enough for you.”

With that the elevator doors close.

🎼If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s you should watch yourself

If it’s hurting you, then leave and go and get some help🎼

You wake up with a jolt. Your heart is beating so fast. It’s been a long time since you’ve dreamt about Ransom. You sit up and put your hand to your chest and take some deep breaths to calm down.

You must’ve woken up your husband. “Honey? Are you alright?” He sits up and starts rubbing your back.

“Yeah, just a nightmare. I’ll be okay.”

He nods and pulls you to lay back down with him, hand still rubbing your back. “What was your nightmare about?”

You were a little embarrassed to tell your husband. Especially since it’s been 4 years since you last saw Ransom.

He can tell you’re hesitant. “You don’t have to tell me, honey. Just thought I might be able to help.”

You shake your head and look up at him. “It was about Ransom.”

He furrows his brows. “Your piece of shit ex?”

You nod. “That’d be the one.”

“What made you dream about him? Did you see him recently or something?”

You shook your head again. “No. I haven’t seen him since that last day in London.”

He leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead. “Still can’t believe all the shit he put you through. Want me to kick his ass for you, honey?”

You giggle and tilt your head back so your lips could meet his. “No, I don’t think that will be necessary.”

He pulls away and looks down at you seriously again. “You know if you need to start talking to Dr. Boardman again, I'm sure he’d take you back.”

You settle your head against his chest and squeeze him as tight as you can with your left arm. “That’s okay. I don’t need therapy anymore. Really. I’m in such a better place.” You look back up at him. “And a large part is because of you.”

His ears turn red. “I didn’t do anything, honey. You healed all by yourself.”

“That’s not entirely true. You showed me what real love is like. You showed me that I did deserve more. That I am enough.”

He pulls you up so that he can press a searing kiss to your lips. After a few seconds he pulls away and makes you look at him. “You will ALWAYS be enough for me. And you deserve the world, honey. NEVER doubt that. And loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

You can’t help the stupid smile that stretches across your face. You lean down to press another quick kiss to his lips before resuming your position with your head on his chest. “I love you, my adorably goofy husband.”

You feel him squeeze you for a minute. “I love you too, Mrs Barber.”

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ashbrat488 · 10 months

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Speak Now - Ransom Drysdale One Shot

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Ransom Drysdale x OFC Angst, fluff Word Count: 1,594

Written: July 6, 2023

Brittan grew up as best friends with Ransom Drysdale her whole life. She was smart, getting a scholarship to his private high school, one his parents afforded no problem. They never accepted Brittan when he started to date her in their junior year of high school. Tolerated would be a better choice of word; barely tolerated.

In college, plans were made... they would graduate, him majoring in creative writing and her in accounting, and then they would marry. But when he told his parents...

1 year ago, just before the start of their senior year in college...

"What do you mean we can't get married?" Brittan frowns, looking down at the ring on her finger; a ring Ransom had specially made just for her with a small emerald cut sapphire with two small diamonds on either side. It was perfect and she was in love with it.

Ransom flinches slightly at the sound of Brittan raising her voice to him, something she never did. He grabbed her hand, turning her attention back up to him with a groan, his heart clenched tightly in his chest, plummeting to the ground at the first sight of the tears welling in her eyes. "I'm sorry. If I don't marry Camille, my parents will cut me off. And--"

"So?" She rips her hand away from him as he tries to remain calm, keeping his emotions at bay. "You're choosing your money over me?"

"No! I—"

"Yes!" She yells, bringing her hand up to her head, shaking it as she becomes angrier and angrier. "That's what you just said, Ransom!"

"If I don't break up with you and agree to marry Camille, they'll stop paying for college—"

"So what! We can—"

Ransom grabs her, hauling her against his chest, causing her to gasp as he placed his hand over her mouth. "Stop interrupting me, woman!" He takes a few deep breaths as she huffs into his hand, furrowing her brows at him. "If I don't graduate, my grandfather won't give me the publishing company."

She waits until he releases her, fixing her dress with a scoff. "Again, I say... so what? We can help you build your own."

"It's my right as a Thrombey! It's my familial right!"

"Who cares! Aren't I more important?"

"You are important..." Ransom's voice lowers as he watches her chin quiver, his heart shattering as he shatters hers. "But it's the principle of the matter."

"You mean your pride and your money are more important than love," she states as firmly as she can, holding back the tears that threaten to stream her cheeks. "Get out."

"Britt..."

"Get out!" She yells, pulling the ring off her finger to throw at his chest.

He barely catches it before she turns her back on him and he glances down at the small ring. "Britt..." he pleads one final time as he is met with only silence. Reluctantly, he turns to leave her apartment, standing at the open door. "I'll never love anyone else," he mumbles before shutting the door behind him.

His final statement is what finally breaks her, plopping onto the couch in a ball, letting the tears flow easily.

Night Before The Wedding...

Brittan sighs as she hears a knock on the door, forcing her to pause her movie. She knew what was happening this weekend and insisted on hiding in her apartment alone all weekend. She opens the door, surprised to find Ransom's best friend, James standing in front of her. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?"

She sighs but moves to the side to let him enter her apartment. "If you're here to tell me not to show up tomorrow, don't worry, I won't..."

"No," he laughs, shaking his head with his hands raised in a small sign of surrender. "Ransom doesn't know I'm here. And I came to ask you to do the opposite..."

"What?" She crosses her arms over her chest, wondering if this was some sort of joke or prank.

"Look, Britt, I like you. And Ransom loves you. You can't let him marry that monster. I don't care if she is better for him on paper according to their families. You and I both know he should be with you. Fight for him."

She scoffs, rolling her eyes as she takes her spot back on her couch, grabbing her glass of wine to down the rest. "I did. I asked him to choose me and that we would work it out. But no, he chose his money and her over me... so. He doesn't give a shit."

"He does..." James digs in his pocket, pulling out something before shoving it into her hand. "He still carries this with him wherever he goes. I only got it away from him because he's wasted already. He's miserable without you. You're both too stubborn to go to the other, so here I am. Come tomorrow, as my date. Stop the wedding..."

Brittan laughs, shaking her head as she looks down at her engagement ring. "You're not serious."

"I'm a thousand percent serious Britt. Please. Don't let him do this..." He watches her continue to stare at the ring. He leans over, kissing the top of her head, hovering for a moment. "They're getting married at 11."

She glances up at him as he smiles before turning to leave her alone in her apartment. She looked back down at the ring, turning it over in her hand...

Wedding day...

Ransom groans, his hand coming up to his chest as James enters the small room he was getting dressed. "Ready to go?"

Ransom takes a deep breath, swallowing the bile in his throat as he nodded. He proceeded to follow James before grabbing his arm. "Do you know what happened to Brittan's ring? I couldn't find it anywhere this morning."

"I have no idea, man. You were pretty out of it last night though. I'm sure you'll find it." He takes his place beside Ransom in the front of the church as he checks his watch: 11:10... She was late. Maybe she wasn't coming. He sighed, wondering if he should say something before the bridal march started and everyone stood.

Ransom tried to find a smile that matched the giant one on Camille's face as she entered the church, but the most he could muster was a grimace as he watched her approach him.

Brittan parked her car in the back of the church, sneaking in the back just as she watched Camille and Ransom. No one had noticed her yet as she backed up into the foyer. "You can do this," she mumbled to herself, smoothing out the line of her red bodycon dress. She nodded to herself, giving herself one more bump of encouragement as she looked down at the engagement ring on her finger.

She hears the words she was waiting for... "Speak now..."

She enters the church with a deep breath, this time letting the doors shut loudly behind her, causing everyone to turn to her. She sees the smile on James' face, giving her more confidence as she walks down the aisle, everyone's eyes burning through her. Her gaze catches on Ransom's as he smiles back at her, his first genuine smile in months.

"Britt..." he whispers as Camille whines beside him.

"Ransom! Make her leave!"

Brittan doesn't let Camille deter her, or Ransom's parents who were trying to move to put a barrier between them before James nudged them out of the way. 6 feet away from them, she stops. "I am not the kind of girl, who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion. But you are not the kind of boy, who should be marrying the wrong girl."

"Britt," he repeats, dropping Camille's hands as he takes a step toward her as Camille tries to stop him but he nudges her away and his eyes fall down to Brittan's engagement ring back on her finger where it belonged. He turned his head toward James as he smirked back at him.��

"Don't say yes, run away now. I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door..."

Ransom swallows hard the lump in his throat as he watches her gracefully turn to leave the church and his attention is pulled back to Camille, her whiney voice piercing his eardrums.

"Ransom!"

He shakes his head, looking back at her, his heart fluttering in his chest for the first time since he walked out of Brittan's door over a year before. "I'm sorry. You can keep the ring..." He runs to the back of the church where he got dressed, shoving his things into his bag before slipping out the side door before anyone could reach him.

Brittan leaned nervously against the passenger side door of her car. She glanced up at the sound of a door shutting to find Ransom running toward her, pulling her into his arms as he reached her. He kissed her hard, pouring in as much emotion he had been holding in for the last year as he could.

He cradled her cheeks when he pulled away, smiling down at her as tears welled her eyes. "I didn't say my vows. I'm so glad you were around. I'm sorry."

"We don't have to speak now. Just get in..." She climbs into the driver's seat as Ransom throws his bag into the back, jumping into the passenger seat as his mother and Camille with her family come out of the church charging for them. Brittan laughs, pulling out onto the road as Ransom grabs her hand...

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Prequel to ‘wedding crasher’ about Ransom and reader’s past relationship? Particularly about the sex where Ransom used a 🍭 to fuck reader with, like he was bragging about in the fic. 🫣

~ Love you sweetie! ♥️

hey baby! I hope you like it, I'm sorry for it being so short! I love you so much!

prequel to wedding crasher

summary - you get fucked with a lollipop by your boyfriend ransom.

warning - smut, food play, fucking with a lollipop, swearing, being called a whore, implied cheating, oral sex.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Yours and Ransom’s relationship was… Different. He was the trust-fund baby, a man who didn’t know how to do his own work. But you fell in love with him, spending some fantastic years full of love and adventure. The incredible part of your relationship was the sex, which never got dull between the sheets. You remembered the time he had pulled the lollipop from between your lips, pushed you down onto the bed and fucked you with the sweet-tasting treat.

“You like that, Kitten? You like when daddy fucks you with your lolly?” Ransom growls, thrusting the strawberry-flavoured lollipop deeper into your cunt, twirling it and rubbing his thumb against your swollen clit. “You’re such a fucking whore, teasing me with these fucking lollipops all the time, wrapping your plump fucking lips around them like the slut you are.” Your back arches, whining when he slams it into your sweet spot.

“R–Ran… Oh!” You squeal, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, wondering how the hell this feels so good. You blink, trying to get rid of the fuzziness covering your vision, spying Ransom between your legs. Your mouth drops open as he leans forward and wraps his lips around your puffy clit, groaning and sucking, his hand still moving the lollipop in and out of you. “F–fuck!”

“God, you taste so fucking good. Like strawberries.” He greedily sucks, lapping at your sopping cunt, watching you fall apart underneath him. Ransom smirks, sucking harder, grinning as your juices flow out of you and cover him and his hand. “Such a fucking whore. Couldn’t contain yourself, huh?” He pulls the lollipop out of your tight hole, directing it to his mouth and popping it inside. “Mmm, best-flavoured lollipop I’ve ever had.” Half-lidded eyes stare down at you, and your head flops back as you try and catch your breath, feeling all tingly between your legs. “Might have to keep doing this so I never run out.” Your head lifts, and you stare at him with wide eyes.

Ransom was your first love, someone you had thought you’d end up marrying. But he never thought the same way about you. He was a man that couldn’t commit to one woman.

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babyjakes · 1 year

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dreamy undoing.

event | april '23 ddlg-themed blurb night

summary | when you need it most, ransom knows exactly how to clear out your pretty little head.

pairing | daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader

warnings | ddlg. soft sweet doting daddy!ransom. toys: warming cream, clit pump, vibe, butt plug. fingering. soo much praise, a little dumbification, lots of "shhhhh"s which are my favorite hehe <3. reader cries a little but only due to pleasure. reader is tied up. multiple orgasms, squirting.

word count | 1,517

requested by 🫧 anon | Life has been so stressy lately and I just know that Daddy Ari or Daddy Andy (or any Daddy you feel like writing!) would put together the perfect plan to wipe all the stressy thoughts from their little one’s brain. Daddy would make sure she feels all safe and little first, and then maybe tie her up to show her some new toys he got for her as he tells her that he’s going to use them to make all her stress go away. By the end, all she can do is come and squirt over and over and over again as daddy makes her make a big big mess.

an | ohh bestie i'm so glad you sent in a toy request, i have been craving a good toy fic and this was perfectly timed for blurb night!! hope it's alright with you that i chose ransom, i just love him and miss him and always think of him first when it comes to toys hehe <3 also?? this was supposed to be just a quick lil blurb but the adhd medication got me completely carried away..... hope you enjoy >:-)

"There you go baby— shhh," Ransom's voice is the softest, sweetest thing you've ever heard as his gentle fingers spread the yummy-scented cream all over your poor little button. Your legs twitch against the ropes holding you open and spread wide for your daddy. Though you're all tied up in quite a punishing position, this is not a disciplinary session. Instead, the restraints are simply there for your safety, for your comfort. Ransom knows this is exactly what you need after such a grueling week of school and work; all he wants to do is let his pretty baby's mind melt away to nothing as he rewards her endlessly for all the hard work she's been doing.

"Mmm... Daddy," you mumble. Ransom hums along with you as he rolls your tiny knot of nerves between his fingers, the effects of the special cream not taking long at all to be felt. "Th-thank you Daddy, feels so nice, feels—"

"Shhh— you're welcome, baby," the dark-haired man leans his head in to press a kiss against your forehead as he works your sensitive clit with his fingers. "You just let Daddy take care of you, hmm? Don't have to worry about a single thing, sunshine. Need to empty out that pretty little head of yours, s'not good for a tiny baby like you to be doin' so much thinkin'."

From the little pile of toys he has sitting next to you on the bed, he grabs your favorite pump next. It's a simple device with a round plastic cup for your clit, connected to a small bulb that allows your daddy to work the suction manually. As Ransom uses his fingers to spread you out gently, fitting the toy into its place, your toes curl in excitement. "Need to get your sweet little button all puffy and ready for Daddy to play with, right baby?" he smiles as he sucks your poor clit up with a squeeze, earning an eager nod from you as he wiggles the pump carefully, making sure the seal is air-tight.

"Bet that feels nice— huh, princess?" he croons knowingly as he grabs the next toy: your pretty pink plug, custom-made with genuine Swarovski crystals embedded in the base. "Don't worry, angel. Gonna get it nice and slick for you, make sure nothing hurts for my pretty little girl." Eyeing your dripping folds, he hums in approval. "Such a good girl, getting so messy for me already."

Your mind floats safely through your tiny headspace as Ransom preps the plug with plenty of lubricant, earning a quiet whimper from you as he begins rubbing the blunted tip up against your puckered hole. "Easy baby, shhh," he soothes you once more, bringing one hand up to tap against the hard plastic encasing your clit as the other begins working the plug into you. He releases the pump before squeezing it again and again at a quick, teasing pace, your poor puffy button getting sucked up over and over by the tool.

Your breaths deepen, heart thumping faster and faster as your clit pulsates in pleasure, the sensation of the plug stretching you out in your most sensitive of places bringing you closer and closer to the edge in little time at all. Attentive as always, Ransom senses your growing arousal with ease. "Good girl, that's my sweet little y/n. That feel nice, baby? You like it when Daddy plays with your clit and plugs up your pretty little bottom? Poor little girl— so tight, aren't you?" he mocks pity, the heat in your tummy growing as he slides the plug in and out of your burning hole, letting it stretch you out as far as it can without quite giving you the satisfaction of inserting it fully to sit nicely in its intended place.

"P-please Daddy," you pout, bottom lip trembling as he toys with your ass, letting out a gasp as he sucks your needy button up fully again before plunging two thick fingers into your neglected cunt. "O-oh Daddy... thank you Daddy, I— please, please Daddy..." Ransom grins at the sound of your increasing desperation. The first orgasm is always his favorite; he loves dragging it out, watching as it creeps up slowly, then before either of you know it, all at once.

"There you go, babygirl. Just needed this pretty little pussy filled up, huh?" he sings, the pads of his fingers curling up against your tender ceiling as you grit your teeth, tears building in your eyes as you pass the point of no return.

"Please Daddy, I-I'm gonna— please," you heave.

"Go ahead, baby," Ransom murmurs, giving you a knowing nod as he works his hands faster, bringing you right to orgasm at his simple command, "cum for me. Theere," he hums, a satisfied look washing over his face as he witnesses you coming completely undone before him.

Clenching down against the plug and your daddy's fingers, you completely let go, gushing steadily against his ministrations. Your climax is long, steady, and intense, pathetic whimpers sputtering out of you once you finally begin to drift back down to earth. Ransom carries you through it with care, working your most sensitive places as long as he can to give you as pleasurable of an orgasm as possible. Only when you're finally winding down does he slow, bringing his drenched fingers up to his lips to taste your sweet juices.

"So good for me, angel," his voice is low, tender as he finally pushes the plug in fully, watching as it nestles itself perfectly into place against your trembling rosebud. Free hand coming up to rub your tummy gently, he coos as it still spasms lightly from your euphoric high. "So proud of you, sweetheart. Did so well for Daddy, that feel good?"

"Mhmm," you hum, gazing at him through half-closed lids as you soak in the dreamy waves of pleasure still coursing through your veins. "So good, thank you Daddy," you mewl sweetly.

"You're so welcome, little one. Now let's see here," he muses, bringing his attention back up to your clit as it sits swollen in its clear cage. "Oh my," he breathes as he lets it out of the pump with a pop, the magic workings of the device and the cream visible as the little bundle of nerves now sits completely exposed and hardened, just begging to be loved on. "So puffy, baby. Look at you," he enthuses, placing a hand behind your head to bring it forward, forcing you to look at your poor, abused sex.

"S-so puffy," you agree, eyes widening as he reaches for the bottle of lube, gently dripping some down against the knot of flesh. The sensation of the cool liquid hitting your most sensitive spot brings tears to your eyes once more.

"Think I've bullied your poor little button enough, huh?" he frowns as he grabs a small, cordless wand from beside you— another favorite. "Think it deserves some relief. What do you say, princess?"

"Y-yes Daddy, please Daddy," you drool as you rest your head back against the pillows once more, the sound of the wand switching on already overwhelming you with anticipation.

Pressing three fingers into your messy heat this time, Ransom gives no warning before bringing the head of the wand down to begin working over your clit. You jolt at the intensity, earning a light chuckle from the dark-haired man as he begins pumping his digits in and out of you once more, singing, "There, that's what you needed, isn't it? Just needed Daddy to tie you down and let you cum? How long d'you think you'll last this time, sweetheart?" he wonders aloud.

But you're already teetering towards the edge again, the wand being swirled over your throbbing clit in slick, steady circles enough to make your mind go completely numb. And that's all Ransom wants; that's all he's wanted from the beginning: to reduce you down to nothing but whimpers and moans, a drippy, darling mess at the mercy of his skilled hands. "Please... please..." Your vocabulary is shrinking by the second as his fingers speed up against your burning walls.

"You don't have to beg, baby. You can cum, can cum as many times as you need. Daddy's gonna take care of you, sunshine," he promises as you reach your second high, tears and spit dribbling down your chin as you squirt out against your daddy's hands once more. He praises you softly and sweetly, letting you ride out your orgasm for as long as you can. Your juices crackle against the hum of the vibrator as you squeeze your eyes shut, heart pounding in your throat as you wait seconds, minutes, what feels like forever for the ripples of pleasure to finally subside.

"Hmmph... Daddy..." your own voice sounds miles away from you as you stay in your daze, head entirely somewhere else as you feel the wand being run up and down your soaked slit.

"Daddy's here, angel. Doin' so good for me— let's see if you can give me another one, hm?"

quietly tagging @onsunnyside in dis bc. dis is puff puff behavior fr.

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buckys-wintersoldier · 3 months

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Ransom Drysdale | Masterlist

Welcome to in that little space of my thought and my fantasies of the men I adore and love.

Here you can find my work of Ransom Drysdale. The stories they can include Fluff, Smut and Angst. Every warning is mentioned in the oneshot and I ask you to read them before you read my work. I’m not responsible for the things you read.

I take requests, so share your thoughts with me if you want to and I would love to hear what you think.

Do not copy, translate or publish my work. Reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated.

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Fluff: ❤️ | Smut: 🔥 | Angst: 🍂

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How love works | ❤️ | Ransom isn’t used to get much love from others but when he met you he knew he really likes you and wants you to show how it works to be in love with someone.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 7 months

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Only for you

Pairing | Husband!Soft!Ransom Drysdale x Pregnant!Wife!Female!Reader

Word count | ~ 570 words

Summary | Being seven months pregnant is challenging, but suffering from underlying mental health issues isn't helping. Luckily, you have a very thoughtful, loving, and caring husband by your side who will take care of your every need when you can't do it.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship (husband and wife), Reader is going through a tough time, soft!Ransom is the best husband, all the fluffiest fluff ahead.

A/n | @katherineswritingsblog: Thank you so much for the request for cuddles with Soft!Ransom, I could use some of him after I've been in a downward spiral with my writing and mental health. It may not be my best work, for which I apologize, but I hope you will enjoy it 🖤

A/N 2.0 | This one shot takes place in the same universe as Mommy's good boy. You don't need to have read that one to understand this, but I'd recommend you check it out if you want to!

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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Main Masterlist | Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

Ransom woke up early today, which in and of itself wasn't really out of the ordinary since he's an early riser, but the fact that he's making breakfast in bed for you is exceptional.

He's never been one to be busy in the kitchen, but ever since you've been going through a rough patch during your pregnancy, he's been taking care of you on the days when you can't do it. He's been going above and beyond for a while, but this morning, he'd keep it simple to not overwhelm you.

He's been making waffles with whipped cream, caramel sauce, some strawberries and raspberries on the side, and a steaming cup of your favorite tea.

In the meantime, you've woken up to find Ransom missing, but you're not in the right headspace to worry about it too much, though you did have to make a beeline to the bathroom since your daughter is pushing on your bladder. Being seven months pregnant has its downside, after all.

''Are you awake, Cookie?'' Ransom asks as he pushes open the door to the master bedroom. You let out a content hum from your side of the bed as you sit against the headboard with a few pillows behind your back, your hands softly rubbing your belly.

''Did she wake you up again?'' he asks as he walks in, the tray with food in his hands, and you nod as you give him a small smile.

''Sorry for not getting up yet, but I don't think I can do it today,'' you sigh, but Ransom shakes his head carefully as he puts the tray on his nightstand and bends down to kiss your head.

''You never have to apologize for not feeling well, Cookie. You're not going through an easy time while also carrying her, and I'm more than happy to take care of you in whatever way you need,'' he says, and a smile tugs on the corners of your mouth.

''Since when did you become such a softie?'' you say with a joking glare as he sits on the bed beside you.

''I'm only soft for you and our daughter, Cookie. You bring it out in me,'' he says before you put your hand on his cheek and let him take the lead in a mind-bending kiss, which you happily reciprocate.

''How about some breakfast? I made your favorite,'' Ransom tells you, and you nod, allowing him to feed you some waffles with whipped cream and caramel sauce in between giving strawberries and raspberries.

When all the breakfast is gone and you've drunk your tea, Ransom carefully guides you back under the comforter to ensure you're still comfortable. After removing his shirt and pants, he gets in himself so you can have some much-needed skin-to-skin contact.

''Are you comfortable, my Cookie?'' he asks, and you nod as you let yourself melt into Ransom's touch.

''Can we stay in bed all day? I don't think I can leave now that we're laying like this,'' you ask, and he tells you that he'd love to stay in bed with you all day.

Ransom's hand is lying on your belly, your fingers intertwined with his as you cuddle with him, and all your problems melt away for a little while. You don't have to worry about everything because your husband will take your every need.

''I love you, Ransom.'' ''I love you most, my Cookie.''

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chasingmidnights · 1 year

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In a World of Black and White

Title: In a World of Black and White

Summary: The world is black and white until you come face to face with Ransom Drysdale. Then your world explodes with color.

Warnings: Just some slight angst; mentions of nudity; mentions of drugs use; mentions of sex; and I believe that’s it. I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read.

Author’s Note: I know, another one of these kinds of stories but I love this aspect for whatever reason. Plus, I had this sitting in my writing ideas for a while so I thought I would finally write it. So, I hope you enjoy it!

Wordcount: 1,687

Ransom groaned as he slowly woke up and sat up in bed as he pressed the palm of his hand to his aching head. Another blurry night in the books for him. As his vision came to, he glanced around his trashed room before noticing the naked woman beside him. He groaned again, thinking that he must’ve been really out of it last night to have let some random woman stay in his bed. He usually made them leave afterwards. Tossing the bed covers off of him, he stumbles his way to his bathroom to freshen up. He would deal with the woman later.

When the water was hot enough, Ransom climbed into the shower and let out a huff of air. The warm water felt good as it ran over his body. He ran a hand over his face and wondered why his life was so messed up. He couldn’t do this party life anymore because who in their right mind could love someone like him? A grown man still acting like a college frat boy who only cared about sex and drugs. When all he wanted was to find his soulmate already and live a happy life. And who knows, maybe a couple of kids? But he needed to get his life in order.

After his shower and kicking out the random woman, Ransom finished getting ready for the day. He gulped down some Aspirin and chugged a bottle of water before heading out of the house. On the way to his grandfather’s house, he stopped at his favorite coffee shop. While waiting in line to order, he glances around the shop and he couldn’t help but notice all of the different couples. It makes him groan internally. When was it going to happen for him? That’s all he wanted. Ransom steps up to the counter and places his order, giving the barista some cash to cover it. A loud crash of dishes meeting the floor in the storage room catches everyone’s attention and it causes the barista to pinch the bridge of her nose and let out a huff of air. The crash is soon followed by a string of muttered cuss words. Ransom couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

“I’ll get your order for ya, blue eyes.” The barista comments before walking off to do just that.

Ransom nods his head curtly at her before she had walked off and mumbles a thank you. Wait, did she just say blue eyes? That’s new. He couldn’t help the sigh that followed, it seems like everyone is meeting their soulmate but him.

Once he got his coffee, he walked out to his beamer and continued his way to his grandfather’s house. As he put the car into park, he moaned at the sight of his mother’s S.U.V.; he wasn’t in the mood to deal with her. To be told how useless and pathetic he was, over and over again. Maybe if he had found his mate by now, he could tolerate his family a little more. He needed someone that would be able to ground him while he’s around them. He takes the final drink of his coffee before pushing open the driver’s side door and climbing out of his vehicle. Taking long strides towards the house, he was inside in no time, having no problem letting himself inside. Closing the door behind him, he was instantly greeted by his mother, Linda Drysdale.

“Ransom, honey, so glad you’re here.” She greets him as she pulls him in a hug.

Ransom couldn’t help but stiffen up, he didn’t remember the last time that she’d hugged him. “Mother.”

Linda then releases her son before taking in her son’s appearance. She couldn’t help but sigh, he looked terrible. Dark circles under his eyes and his hair isn’t groomed back how it normally is. “Come on, your grandfather is waiting for you.” She holds out her arm to lead the way.

Ransom then walks through the house and makes his way towards his granddad’s office. When he enters, he’s relieved to see that his father is nowhere in sight. He felt a little bit of tension leave his shoulders.

“Ah, Ransom! Good, you’re here.” Harlan Thrombey announces as he looks up for his work. “Please, sit.” Harlan then motions to the chair in front of his desk.

Just as Ransom sat in one of the chairs, his mother strolled into the office. He couldn’t stop the eye roll from happening even if he’d tried.

“Great, everyone’s here.” Harlan begins as he claps his hands together. “So, Ransom, I called you here today because I was wondering how you’re doing.”

Ransom scrunches up his face in confusion and he couldn’t help but feel a little skeptical. “I’m fine, I guess.”

Linda kept quiet as she continued to pet one of the dogs.She was here for moral support she reminded herself.

“Any prospects on your soulmate?” Harlan asks, raising a brow.

Ransom sighs as he turns to face the window, so this is what this meeting is about. He should’ve known. They’ve all been pestering him about why he hasn’t found his mate yet. While staring out the window, he misses the glance exchanged between his grandfather and mother, one of worry. Linda reaches her hand over and gently places it on her son’s arm.

“Ransom, honey?” Linda inquires carefully.

Ransom brings his attention back to Harlan and Linda before letting out a huff of air. “No. No prospects.”

To say Ransom was relieved when he had finally left his grandfather’s house would be an understatement. As soon as he had said no, they immediately went into planning mode. They were determined to help him find his soulmate. He was almost thirty and he still hadn’t found his mate and he was starting to wonder if he even had one. When he got into his beamer, his phone started to ring so he pulled it out of his pocket to see who was calling. He groaned when he saw the name, Carter Baizen. That guy was at least half of his problems. Deciding to ignore it, he tosses his phone onto the passenger seat.

The next morning your phone ringing on your bedside table wakes you up, the insistent vibrating against the fake wood. You tiredly reach over for it and when your eyes open, they grow wide and you instantly throw your covers off of you. Shit! You must’ve lost power sometime during the night because your alarm clock had reset itself and was flashing a big, red twelve at you. On your way to your bathroom, you call your job and hope that you haven’t lost it. You desperately needed this job and you were already not getting off to the best start with your manager. The other day you messed up three orders and broke a coffee pot. And just yesterday, you dropped a whole bunch of dishes on the floor and they all broke once they made contact with the floor.

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE AN HOUR AND A HALF AGO!” Your boss, Ari yells at you.

“I know, I’m sorry. My alarm clock-” You begin to apologize but Ari cuts you off.

“I don’t care for excuses, just get your ass here!” Before you could say anything else, Ari had hung up.

You let out a frustrated sigh, today was going to be a long day. “Shit.” You mumble to yourself as you quickly begin to get ready.

By the time you got there, the coffee shop was in full swing. You push your way through the crowd so that you could get clocked in and see who you were training with today. When you didn’t see your name on the board, worry began to spread throughout your body. Just then, Ari appeared and when you looked over at him, you could tell he wasn’t happy with you. You couldn’t help the feeling of wanting to curl into yourself and whimper in fear. His arms were crossed over his chest and he had a mean looking scowl on his face.

“Y/n, follow me please.” He practically growls.

You hang your head in shame as you follow Ari to his office.

Ransom put his beamer into park, right outside the coffee shop and took a quick look around. It was a nice day in Boston and there were a lot of people out and about. He had a good feeling about today, something felt different. Even when he receives another call from Carter Baizen. He rolls his eyes at the name on his screen and decides to ignore it yet again. All Carter wanted to do was party and do drugs, Ransom was trying to get away from all of that. He didn’t want to do it anymore. He tucks his phone back into his pocket as he makes his way across the lot.

Just as he was getting into the coffee shop, you were coming out of the back with Ari on your heels. He was still giving you an earful about being more responsible before he returned to his office. You walked over to Ashley as you tied your apron on. When you get to her side she glances over at you briefly when Ransom steps up to the counter. You were about to tell Ashley you were working with her when you made eye contact with Ransom. Your breath is taken away as your world rapidly begins to change. All of the black and white that clouded your vision was quickly disappearing and being replaced with various, beautiful colors. Ransom was experiencing the same thing and he couldn’t believe it. He’d finally found his soulmate. After years of not finding your soulmate, you had the same thoughts as Ransom. There were times that you wondered if the universe was playing some cruel trick on you. But now, you both know that isn’t the case.

“It’s you.” You and Ransom say at the same time, smiles forming on both of your faces.

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