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imyourbratzdoll · 8 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.
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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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thecornerlot · 4 months
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If you’re feeling it: share the first soft!Ransom hoe thought that pops into your mind 😍❤️
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Pairing: soft!Ransom Drysdale x female Reader Summary: You're on the rebound after a breakup and have casual situationship with Ransom. It's the perfect arrangement for both of you because neither of you are looking for something serious. Or so you both think. Word Count: 698 Warning: Adult themes and language. Friends with benefits. NSFW. Angst. Fluff. Stop reading if you're under 18. Not beta read.
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Ransom’s waiting at a traffic light, on the way to your place one summer night, when he realizes he loves you. There’s no fanfare to mark the moment, just a sense of acceptance that it's true…and inconvenient. A car horn honks behind him and he turns onto your street. 
He fucks you within an inch of your life–rough and fast, then slow and adoring. 
He longs to spend the night.
He’s gone before sunrise. 
His simple summer fling has become complicated.
Shit.
You show up at his doorstep on a blustery November night. This time it’s different. Your eyes are tired. Your voice is flat. 
“It’s been a shitty, shitty week at work,” you tell him when he asks what’s new with you. 
It's not the whole truth but Ransom doesn’t push it. Your so-called "good-guy" ex must’ve messed with your head again. He hugs you close, hands pressing into the knot below your shoulders. When are you going to wake up and cut that loser out of your life for good?
You catch his gaze and offer him a half smile that feels forced. He'd do anything to see you really smile again.  “But I’m really glad I’m here,” you say earnestly. 
Ransom swallows, once…twice. He wants your words to mean more. And when you say things like that, it makes him believe everything his heart wants is within reach. 
Ransom tilts your chin upwards. You're trying so hard to hide a heartache he’s just beginning to understand. "Fuck work." Fuck your ex. 
He gives you what you came for. 
It starts with a kiss and ends with Ransom negotiating for more of what he wants. 
“You wanna come again, don't ya?” He licks the sweat at the base of your neck and nips at  your ear. His hands trap yours beside your head.
“Yes,” you sob as your hips chase his. “Please…please…don’t stop.”
“I won't…if you stay with me tonight.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” Ransom whispers against your lips. He's deep inside you and completely still. You feel so damn good. It's the best fucking torture. 
"You can't be serious right now!" 
Ransom smirks as you try to squirm beneath him, desperate for more friction. But your efforts are futile. He's got you pinned to the mattress.
“Say yes or I’ll pull out right now.”
“Yes,” you pout. 
“I didn’t hear you.”
“I said, 'yes'. I’ll stay.” You swat his ass the instant he releases your wrists. "Now move, please."
“Someone’s got a kinky side,” Ransom laughs, loving your  show of fire. “I love that for me.”
You fall asleep beside him in bed before the final credits roll on  Pride and Prejudice. It’s one of your mood-boosting favorites and Ransom spent the better part of two hours gauging your reactions, trying to figure out if the period film offered a secret pathway to your heart and happiness. 
He can't fault you for any of this, not when you both agreed to keep things casual–much to his delight. It serves him right for all the times he teased you about catching feelings. This is karma.  Punishment for all the times he's been careless with women–showing up whenever, more invested in the chase–and sabotaged relationships before they took off. 
He's been running his whole life.
But now you're here.
He trails his fingers along the curve of your cheek as he studies your face. There's no sense of time but there's always a shortage of it when you're together. The moment doesn't feel real yet it is. Or maybe it's the fireplace light flickering across your skin and Marianelli’s delicate piano soundtrack conspiring to create this dreamlike vacuum. 
You shift closer and your arm finds its way across his chest, legs entwined with his. Will you ever see him as more than a fun distraction? 
He won't run this time.
He pulls the blanket up over your shoulders when you shiver. A sigh of contentment escapes your lips as you nestle closer and Ransom feels…how can he describe it?
Incandescently happy.
He kisses the crown of your head and the tip of your nose, each one a silent I love you. 
One day he’ll tell you.
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buckys-wintersoldier · 2 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.
Prompt: AFG Fluff Bingo | B2 | Blindfolds | @anyfandomfluffbingo | Sweetheart Bingo | I3 | Cloud Nine | @sweetspicybingo
Masterlist | AFG Fluff Bingo | Sweetheart Bingo | Ransom Drysdale Masterlist
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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.
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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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eulalielatibule · 3 months
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Pine-ing For You
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Pairing: Soft!Roommate!Ransom x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: Fluff, Christmas, some swearing, fake dating, there was only one bed.
Summary: You bring your roommate, Ransom, to your family's Christmas celebration.
A/N: This is a repost from my old account, @/hevans-angel. It's probably my favorite Ransom fic I've written so I wanted to get it out for this holiday season! Merry Christmas everyone!
You had known Ransom Drysdale for many years, since you both were in diapers. It was safe to say you two were good friends, despite Ransom being… Well, Ransom. You practically knew everything about him.
Practically.
Since letting him move in with you after he was cut from Harlan’s inheritance, however, you discovered the biggest plot twist of all plot twists:
Hugh Ransom Drysdale loved Christmas.
Like, love loved.
As in, the man who gagged at those commercials of families getting together and being wholesome was also the person that put up the Christmas decorations at 12 am on November 1st.
You didn’t mind though, it was nice seeing him enjoy himself for a change; you had never seen him smile so much before, it was sweet. You almost told him he should smile more often but you didn’t want to run the risk of getting him all embarrassed so he’d stop.
Instead, you listened as he sang Christmas songs- his favorite was Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer, and he changed the lyrics so that Walt got run over- and helped him bake those little sugar cookies that had Christmas trees and snowmen on them.
You even put up with him whenever you just so happened to be standing underneath the mistletoe. He'd kissed your cheek and you’d kiss his, and when you'd pull back he'd be smirking.
One time when you both were drunkenly singing All I Want for Christmas is You, he pulled you over to the plant hanging from the ceiling and kissed you straight on the mouth. It was a chaste, puckered lips type of kiss and yet it still made your heart flutter from excitement. You both carried on as if nothing happened, never brought it up when you were sober.
You eventually decided the incident was merely drunken shenanigans and nothing more, although a part of you wanted to feel his plush lips against yours again.
When you asked him to join you at your family’s annual Christmas party, you weren’t surprised that he said yes. In fact, he seemed excited to go. He had told you that Harlan always threw these big holiday parties at his mansion, but they always ended in fights and Ransom running off to the nearest bar so he could drown his issues in the first woman he saw.
Not this year, though. This year you promised him it was going to be good. You had a small family, so really it was only going to be you, your mom, your dad, and your siblings. Maybe grandparents too if they could stop by.
“The only thing is,” you started, “I kinda need to lie and say we’re dating.” Ransom’s eyebrow quirked up, a shit eating grin on his face.
“Sweetheart, if you wanted to go out with me all you had to do was ask,” he quipped, causing you to scoff playfully and lightly shove his shoulder.
“No, it’s just that if my grandparents show up they’re going to bug me about how I’m ‘getting too old’ and I need to settle down. I'd rather not deal with it this year." Ransom dropped a heavy arm across your shoulder and squeezed in reassurance; you felt like a ragdoll compared to his strength.
"Don't worry, I'll help you out."
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Christmas Eve came along, and you and Ransom drove to your parent’s house. He insisted on taking his Beamer, but of course he had to drive even though he didn’t know the directions. It was in the next town over in a nice gated community. You were the youngest of the family, so when you moved out to pursue your career they moved from one really big and fancy house to a different really big and fancy house.
The man at the gate let you in and Ransom drove by each neatly decorated house; some had only lights, some lawn decorations, a few had next to nothing. It was to be expected though, seeing that mostly elderly people lived in the neighborhood. You figured it was probably hard for them to decorate given their old ages.
When he got to the destination, you both got out of the warmth of the car and into the cold Boston air. Your parents- or perhaps someone they hired- made their house look like a fairytale; Hundreds of white lights covered every inch of the house, giant candy canes acted as a faux fence around the front lawn and two nutcrackers stood guard at the base of the porch. It looked even more magical with the light dusting of snow covering the ground.
“Wow, do they do this every year?” Ransom asked as he carefully climbed the stairs. He extended his hand to you, and when you didn’t take it he glanced over his shoulder. “C’mon, we're dating. Couples hold hands, sweetheart.” He smirked and you huffed a laugh, taking his gloved hand as he helped you up the stairs.
“Thank you. Yeah, they love decorating for the holidays. The inside is probably going to be even better.” After a knock to the door, you heard some busting from inside before your dad opened it with a big smile.
"Hey you two! Merry Christmas!" He hugged you and kissed your head before turning to Ransom. "How are you feeling being away from your family for Christmas?" Ransom shrugged, taking his sunglasses off.
"Honestly? Relieved. I don't have to deal with their bullshit. Thank you for letting me join you guys." Your family, parents in particular, loved Ransom. They found him charming and his comments on his family always made them laugh, because who could disagree? The Drysdales and the Thrombeys were horrible. Everyone that knew them would say that. Ransom had his moments, but since moving in with you he had improved a lot.
“Don’t mention it. Come on it,” your dad stepped aside and you and Ransom went into the house. Just as you expected, it was decorated beautifully. A giant Christmas tree stood in the corner next to the fireplace, said fireplace lit up and had stockings already hung up. There were dozens of presents underneath the tree, and sparkling multi-colored lights adorned the entire room.
“The turkey should be ready in an hour. You two get comfy.” Ransom went over to the fireplace and blinked in surprise.
“One of these has my name on it.”
“Well yeah. Seeing that we’re spending the night here, why wouldn’t they get you a stocking?” You stood beside him. Ransom’s was knitted with red yarn and on the white, fluffy cuff was embroidered “Hugh” in gold colored thread. They never liked calling him Ransom, your mom said the name “sounded too mean.” Yours was next to his, all white. The yarn had silver threads laced in it, and your name was embroidered in silver.
“Do they get stockings for anyone who comes over?” He didn’t mean to sound ungrateful, in fact he was the opposite of that. He just couldn’t believe someone would go through the trouble of doing that. As if you could sense that, you wrapped your arms around his torso from behind and hugged him.
“Face it, Ransom. We love you.” You grinned and he offered a small smile back.
“Finally admitting it, huh?” He turned around in your grasp. You felt your face heat up just a little as you shrugged nonchalantly.
“You know how I feel about you. You’re my best friend.” Ransom looked like he wanted to say something, but instead he kissed your forehead and sighed.
“You’re mine too.”
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The party ended up going very well. Turns out pretending to be Ransom’s girlfriend wasn’t all that hard. You two pretty much acted normally, but there was extra hand holding, snuggling, and kissing. Lots more kissing. Whether it was on the cheek, forehead, even the back of your hand. He never kissed your lips, which in all honesty disappointed you. But you figured it was probably for the best, seeing that you were already so in your feelings about him.
Everyone in the family loved him, as usual. Your grandparents said they were happy you finally settled down with a nice boy. They even asked if you two would get married. You told them to quit it, but Ransom butted in.
“I can say with 100% certainty that I don’t see myself ever leaving her side.” Everyone at the table aww’d. You looked at Ransom, both confused but you also felt like your heart would burst from the sweetness of it. He winked and took another bite of turkey.
After dinner you all played games and watched a movie. It was tradition in your household to watch A Christmas Story every year on Christmas Eve. By bedtime, your parents told you that you and Ransom would be sharing the guest room.
Of course, there was only one bed.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you whined, laying down on the plush comforter beneath you. You had already changed into your pajamas, and Ransom was about to change into his.
“I’m not looking at you like anything.” He said, even though he was clearly smirking. You glared at him and he laughed.
“I’m sorry, I’m kidding. C’mon, this isn’t a big deal. We’ve fallen asleep on the couch together before.” He tried to reason with you.
“I know, but this is… Different.” You avoided his gaze and traced the stitching on a suddenly interesting throw blanket. Ransom sat on the bed in front of you and took your hand, making you look up at him.
“Do you want me to sleep on the ground?” He offered, but you shook your head.
“No, I don’t want you sleeping uncomfortably. You can sleep up here, but… No funny business.” You pointed a finger at him, and he nodded.
“You got it. No funny business.”
He went to the bathroom and changed into his pajamas, which was apparently sweatpants and no shirt. Lovely. You groaned and rolled over so you were facing away from him. You felt the bed shift as he laid down next to you.
“Good night, Y/N.”
“Good night, Ransom.”
🎄
Christmas morning, everyone gathered around the tree to open presents. You sat next to Ransom on the sofa, his arm resting on the cushions behind you. The position was all too familiar, and your face heated; see, when you had woken up, you found yourself snuggled up to Ransom. You were nuzzled in his side, his arm draped protectively around you. You had managed to wiggle out of his grip without him noticing.
Gifts were passed out, "thank yous" and hugs as well. You had gotten a lot this time around, and your family even got Ransom gifts as well. That made him tear up, and you teased him for being such a sap.
Your gifts to him were simple but you hoped it showed you cared. It was a few new sweaters- you knew he lived in them practically all year long- a cookbook so he finally had no excuse to help you in the kitchen, and a writing set.
You had found this beautiful leather-bound notebook and fountain pen set online and ordered it immediately. Ransom had been talking about wanting to get into writing, whether it was novels like his Grandad or something else. You also mentioned to him that journalling was a good way to get one's feelings out in a healthy and constructive way. He seemed keen about the idea.
"Y/N, thank you so much," he pulled you into a hug and kissed your head. "I love this. I'll write you little messages every day." He said it in a joking way, but the way his eyes lit up made you think differently.
He went over to the tree and brought back a candy cane striped gift bag, placing it in your lap.
"Open mine now."
You untied the string handles and took the multi-colored tissue paper out. Inside was a set of three glass self watering globes- the top was a sphere and it had a long stem extending from it that had a hole at the tip, which allowed water in and out; perfect for watering plants.
The best part? The globe part was decorated to look like a cat’s face. It even had little ears. You gasped and looked at Ransom, who was looking pretty proud of himself.
“These are so cute! I… Can’t believe you got me a genuinely nice gift?” He scoffed and looked offended, but you knew he was just teasing.
“Oh wow, thanks a lot. As if you don’t go around our house talking to your plants as if they were real-”
“They are real.”
“As if they could understand you,” he offered, to which you nodded and he continued. “Besides, ever since you made me take care of them-”
“I didn’t make you, you insisted on it. And it wasn’t all of them, it was one. And it was fake.”
“Would you stop interrupting me? Could you do that?” He poked your side, to which you squealed and wiggled away from him.
“Okay! Okay. Continue, please.” You raised your hands in surrender, making Ransom laugh.
“Thank you. As I was saying, I know this is a hobby you love and…" he shrugged as he trailed off. You grinned and hugged him.
"Thank you, it's amazing. Now, what else did you get me?" He chuckled and squeezed your shoulder affectionately.
"The rest is at our place. It's a surprise."
Once all the gifts were opened and breakfast (and about half the candy in your stocking) was eaten you all said your goodbyes and headed your separate ways. On the way home, you and Ransom stopped by a coffee shop. You got tea and he got hot chocolate.
As you got out of his Beamer you saw something sitting at the front door. As you got closer you noticed it was a little cactus that had reddish-pink flowers growing on it. The way the flowers were growing made it look like it had a flower crown on. Your mouth hung open and Ransom hummed.
“Looks like the delivery made it on time.”
“Oh my god! I love it,” you enthusiastically picked up the potted plant and held it in outstretched arms so you could admire it. Meanwhile, Ransom unlocked and opened the door, an eyebrow raised.
“Are you actually crying right now?”
“Shut up, it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” you stuck your tongue out at him, running to the living room to add your newest baby to the collection. He rolled his eyes lightheartedly as he sat down in his recliner.
“I’m glad you like it, sweetheart. I would have gotten you something more but seeing that I’m running out of money that wasn’t an option.” You scoffed and shook your head, ridding yourself of your jacket and mittens.
“Are you kidding? This was perfect. /You were perfect. Thank you for being so great at the party. It really means a lot.”
“You know I’d do anything for you, babe,” he spoke so softly you almost missed it. You turned to him and reminisced on the past month, all the fun you two had. It was the most fun you had ever had with Ransom, the most fun you had ever even seen him have. Growing up he pretty much avoided anyone and everyone during the holidays, which is why you assumed he hated it. Now you realized he just didn’t have anyone that he could actually celebrate with in a meaningful way.
Now you realized that you didn’t want him to feel that way ever again.
“What are you thinking about?” You heard him ask, voice low and face soft. You broke out of your trance before gesturing for him to stand up. With a groan he did.
“Follow me.” You led him to the fireplace and stopped directly in front of it. Ransom’s forehead was wrinkled in confusion before he followed your eye line to the mistletoe hanging above you. He chuckled gently.
“I thought I was supposed to be the one to drag you over to the mistletoe,” he put his hands on your shoulders, gently letting them run down your arms and settle at your hips.
“Do you remember a few weeks ago, when we were drunk and you kissed me?” You felt him squeeze your hips lightly before nodding.
“That rings a bell.”
Your hands ventured up his chest, feeling all the defined muscles underneath the maroon sweater he was wearing. One hand rested on his shoulder, the other the back of his neck.
“I kind of want to do it again.”
“To get drunk or to kiss?” Ransom spoke softly. He licked his lips as his eyes roamed over your face.
You answered him by pulling his face towards your own and finally letting your two lips meet once more.
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» CHAPTER NINE: STORM IS COMING
CHAPTER EIGHT
SUMMARY: Turns out you and Ransom don't necessarily have the same goal for your relationship.
PAIRING: Ransom x Reader
WORD COUNT: 2.9k
WARNINGS: Fluff, angst. New Girl AU.
REQUEST: Librarian!Reader, she’s shy and insecure about her appearance.
18+. Minors DNI.
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𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃
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All his life Ransom has heard people around him complain about how quickly the weekends go by and that they all hate Monday mornings but he never understood why. He thought that by getting a job he'd finally understand but he doesn't. He loves the weekend because he can sleep in with his girl but he also loves week days. 
His alarm doesn't bother him because he's usually already awake to gently wake you up instead of the very annoying sound coming from the alarm clock on your phone. Your alarm goes off at 7, but he wakes you up at 6:59 every morning.
Neither of you talk aside from mumbling a quick "good morning". You aren't morning people and you both love your peace and quiet after waking up. 
Ransom loves mornings just because you're a little grumpy and cuddly. It's not unusual for you to stop in the middle of a task just to get a hug from him before going back to getting ready. 
Then, he gets to spend the entire day with you at work and watching you share your love of books with other people. Watching you recommend books is one of his favorite things. The way your eyes light up when you're talking and how you can't stop smiling make him melt. 
Going to work is never a chore because he gets to do it with you. 
Never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd ever be the kind of guy to one, be in a relationship and two, be obsessed with a girl and yet here he is. 
Harlan cutting him off changed him but meeting you transformed him. He's glad he met you after losing everything because otherwise he probably wouldn't have looked at you twice, he would have been too busy chasing other girls to notice you. He wasn't good enough for you back then, he still doesn't think that he is now but he works at himself every day to change that. 
Some may say that Ransom isn't Ransom anymore but he'd argue that he's never been more himself than he is now. 
Going to work is never a chore but he still looks forward to the weekend. 
You promised to teach him how to cook on Saturday morning and it's something new that he's looking forward to. 
If his family could see him now. Selfish, trust-fund asshole Ransom Drysdale learning to cook from a girl, from his girl. They would hate every second of it and for the first time in his life Ransom could say that he genuinely doesn't care what they think. 
Every day that he wakes up this week means it's a day closer to Saturday morning and he's excited, which you think is adorable. 
Sometimes he reminds you of a child. In the sense that he gets excited for the most basic things and you find it endearing. It makes your heart ache that no one ever took the time to show him those things but you're glad that you get to be the one to teach him. They make fond little memories that you will look back to in years and smile as you think of them. 
You feel bad for not spending as much time with Chase and Theo as you used to but they don't mind. You're happy, happier than they have ever seen you before and that's all that matters to them. 
With the week finally over and work out of the way, you can finally relax and have fun with the guys. It's been a while since you've done a Friday game night and that's exactly what you're doing tonight. Take outs and board games. Ransom didn't really feel like playing so instead he's sitting on the couch, scrolling through breakfast recipes on his phone while the three of you are sitting on the floor around the coffee table. 
"Theo." You laugh. "Stop showing me your cards! I'm cheating and it's not even on purpose." You shake your head.
You've been playing for an hour and it's the fourth time you've had to tell Theo to hide his cards. He's too busy bickering with Chase to even notice what he's doing. 
Ransom gets off the couch and stands next to you, looking down at you. "Can we go to bed?"
You look up at him. "You don't want to play with us?" 
"Not really, no." He shrugs. 
"I'm having fun, I don't want to go to bed yet." You sigh and put down your cards. 
"Alright. Can I snuggle while you play?"
You smile. "Best of both worlds." 
Ransom sits on the floor between you and the couch, resting his back against it as you lean back into him. 
"Never in a million year did I ever think I'd see Ransom ask to snuggle." Theo says after watching your exchange with Ransom. 
"Why not?" Ransom asks as he wraps his arms around your waist. 
Theo shrugs and shakes his head. "You don't strike me as the cuddling type." 
"Guys usually tend to hide their soft side." Chase adds.
Ransom snorts and shakes his head disapprovingly. "I've never cared about what other people think of me and I've never let their opinions stop me from doing what I want. Am I supposed to keep my hands to myself or pretend like I don't care about my girl because otherwise people are going to be uncomfortable? Fuck that, that's dumb." 
You bite back a smile and turn your head to the side to kiss his cheek. 
"That's good." Chase nods, approving of Ransom's way of thinking. "The guys before you thought the opposite, it's nice to see that you actually care." 
You clear your throat, suddenly uncomfortable with the conversation. "Can we not talk about that?" You ask quietly, picking at your cards and avoiding eye contact. 
"That's because she needed a man." He peppers your neck with kisses and grins at the sound of your laughter. 
"I need one of those too." Theo mumbles under his breath. 
"Not this one." You warn him. 
"Your brother then?" Theo smirks playfully.
"There are so many men out there, does it really have to be my brother?" You whine.
"Yes! He's sweet and funny." 
"And hot." Chase adds.
"So hot." Theo sighs dreamily. 
You point a finger at Chase. "Don't encourage him." 
"Looks like Theo's going to be your brother-in-law." Ransom teases you. 
You turn to the side to look at him. "You do know that means you and Theo will technically be family." You ask, raising a brow. 
He stops laughing and looks at Theo. "Stay the fuck away from her brother."
Theo gasps. "That's no way to talk to your future brother-in-law, Ranny." 
"Don't call me that." 
You and Chase exchange a look before rolling your eyes. Ransom can pretend all he wants but everyone knows he adores Theo just like Theo adores him. For some reason they like to bicker. Constantly. It's like they are making up for all those years they were brother less.
You collect everyone's cards while they keep fighting and put them back in the box, clearly you're done playing for tonight. Ransom sees that you're moving to get up and helps you stand. 
"Where are you going, kitten?" 
"To bed, are you coming?" You hold out your hand.
He takes it right away and hurries to his feet. 
"Good night." You say to your friends before leading Ransom out of the living room to his room. 
You lie down under his covers together, he's holding you close to his chest as he spoons you. He lovingly kisses the skin of your shoulder and of the side of your neck. 
"Are you tired?" 
You nod and turn your head to the side to try and catch a glimpse of him. "You?"
"I'm beat." He moves his hand to your cheek to hold your head to the side. He brushes his nose against yours and smiles softly before leaning down to kiss you. "Good night my love." He whispers between two kisses, making you smile.
You cover his hand on your cheek with yours, not hesitating to press your lips to his. "Good night baby." You whisper back once he gives you a chance to breathe again. 
He moves his hand down from your cheek and instead lays it flat on your chest, right above your heart. He waits for you to turn back your head to bury his in your neck. It doesn't take long at all for sleep to find you both once you're comfortable and all wrapped up around each other.
Surprisingly enough, you manage to stay in that exact position all through the night. It doesn't look like either of you moved even an inch. 
You wake up first but you don't move or open your eyes, enjoying every second of being in Ransom's warmth and arms.
Ransom lets out a small content sigh as he wakes up. He doesn't need to open his eyes or look at you to know that you're already awake and he smiles.
"Good morning." He whispers against your neck, his voice low and dripping with sleep. 
You smile and move your hand to his hair, gently scratching his head as you run your fingers through his hair. It's longer than when he first moved in and he uses a lot less products to keep it perfectly styled all the time, which you love because they are fluffier and softer. Especially in the morning. "Good morning." You say softly. 
You stay like this for a few more minutes before speaking again. "I'm sorry Ran but I need to move. The leg that's under me is cramping up." You laugh quietly. 
He chuckles and moves to give you enough space to lie on your back instead. Ransom comes to lie on top of you, settling himself between your legs as he holds himself up on his elbows to make sure he doesn't crush you. 
"Better?" He leans down to give both of your cheeks a kiss. 
"Much." You giggle at his kisses. "You woke up into a cuddly mood this morning." 
"Too much?" He looks down at you, worried he might be overdoing it.
You quickly shake your head no. "I like it." You reassure him with a smile.
"Can we go make breakfast and come back to bed after eating? I don't want to move but I'm starving." He huffs, slightly annoyed that he needs to get up.
"It's Saturday, we can do whatever we want." You smile. 
"Kiss." He purses his lips, making you laugh.
You put your arms around his shoulders and lift yourself up, enough to reach his lips and kiss him softly. 
He grins and sits up, taking you with him. "I want more of this but after breakfast." 
"Don't ever say I like food more than you again, look who is choosing food over cuddling and kissing." You stick your tongue out before getting out of bed and stretching your arms above your head.
Ransom kneels on the bed behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. "Want me to starve for you, kitten? You say the word and I will. I'll starve to death if I have to." He gently bites your neck. 
You laugh. "So dramatic." You tease him. "No need to starve." You slip out of his hold before he has time to stop you and make your way to the door. "But don't expect kisses later. You chose food over me, you are gonna have to deal with the consequences." 
"Alright, come back here." Ransom gets out of bed to stop you from leaving but you're too quick.
You hurry to the kitchen and give him a cheeky grin. "Too slow, old man."
"You're lucky you're so fucking cute." He kisses your cheek and helps you set up. 
"What do you want to make?" You ask him, standing in front of the fridge to take out what you need for the recipe he chose.
"Pancakes? It seems like a pretty easy thing to do." 
"Easy and delicious." You bring all the ingredients you're going to need and put them down on the kitchen island. "I'm going to let you make them, I'll just tell you the steps." 
Normally making pancake batter takes you about two minutes but Ransom is really taking his time and you're letting him go at his own pace. 
Chase and Theo join you in the kitchen, their stomachs already growling. 
"Mom and dad are making us pancakes." Theo says to Chase, teasing you. 
You and Ransom both laugh at the same time except in very different ways. You laugh genuinely but Ransom sounds more like he's heard something stupid.
"That's not gonna happen." He shakes his head and chuckles before flipping the first pancake.
"What's not gonna happen?" You're pretty sure you already know the answer but you need to hear him say it. 
Ransom shrugs. "I'm not having kids." 
He's so focused on not burning anything that he misses the moment you get crushed by his words.  
"You don't want kids?" You stare at his back, your heart pounding in your chest.
"Nope." He says, emphasizing on the "p" sound. 
Your eyes fall to the ground and you stare at the floor, not knowing what to say. 
Theo and Chase keep glancing at each other and silently decide to leave the kitchen to go into Chase's room. 
Ransom feels the weird shift in the air and turns around, surprised to see you standing behind him. 
"Kitten, are you ok? You look like you've seen a ghost." He smiles in the hope it'll make you smile but you give him nothing. He turns off the stove and walks over to you, gently putting his hands on your shoulders. "What's wrong?" 
"I want to have kids." You say quietly, avoiding looking into his eyes. 
"Oh." He clears his throat. 
"Yeah." You take a few steps back and he lets go of you, his hands dropping back to his side. "Are you sure?" You hesitate to ask but the pain in your chest is making you desperate.
"Are you?" He keeps looking directly at you while you do everything in your power to avoid eye contact.
"I'm more than sure." You finally look up and the pain in your eyes knocks the wind out of his lungs. 
"You know me, you know of my family… We're not good people. It's in our DNA. I'm not going to add another selfish asshole to our family tree. I can't." 
You understand why he doesn't want kids, you really do. You don't blame him for thinking this way. "You're not like them, Ran. You wouldn't be like your dad-"
"Look, maybe I'll change my mind in like 10 years. We have time, right?"
"No, you do. I don't. What happens if in 10 years you change your mind and it's too late? What if I get pregnant before then and you resent me for the next 18 years?" You shake your head. "I'm willing to compromise about a lot of things but not this. I'm sorry." You walk around the kitchen island and head to your room, swallowing with difficulty because of the lump in your throat, rapidly forming from your unshed tears and heartache. 
Ransom follows you. "Why can't I be enough for you?"
You sit on your bed and take in a few shaky breaths. "You are enough, more than enough." 
"Then we don't need kids." He nervously runs his fingers through his hair.
"I do." You quickly wipe off the tear that escapes at the corner of your eye. "I don't know how to explain it, I just know that I do. I've known since I was teenager. It's the one thing in my life I've always been sure of. It's not because you're not enough, it's just… different." 
"Aren't we happy just the two of us together?" He is getting desperate as he gets a bad feeling about where this conversation is headed.
"We are." You nod. 
"Then why risk messing it up?" He kneels on the floor in front of you, resting his hands on your thighs with a pleading look in his eyes.
You smile sadly down at him and stroke his cheek with your hand. "I don't see having kids as a risk of messing things up, for me having kids is adding to my happiness." 
Ransom wipes angrily at his cheeks, he doesn't even know when he started crying. He stands up and looks down at you, holding back more tears. "So that's it then? We're done?" 
"I don't know." You answer sincerely. "I don't want us to be done." 
He stares at you then leaves your room. He storms out of the loft and slams the door as he goes, taking the stairs two at a time to get to the first floor and outside. 
You slowly stand up and walk over to your door to close it quietly before heading back to bed. You jump at the sound of the front door being slammed shut and quickly crawl into bed, hiding under your covers. You finally let the tears come out, hoping it will help soothe the soul crushing pain in your heart. 
It doesn't. 
Ransom pulls out his phone from his pocket, not caring that he's only wearing sweats and a coat outside. He scrolls through his contacts until he finds the person he's looking for. He lifts his phone to his ear as it starts to ring and he's relieved when the other person picks up almost instantly.
"Can I come over to your place? I really need to see you."
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Lordy lord. It's been awhile.... This was written a long LONG time ago. I haven't edited anything I'm sorry. If you're one of the few that stuck around for this story, thank you and I promise there's more to come.
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eloquentreverie · 5 months
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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ransom drysdale x sugarbaby! reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content. minors DNI!!! unprotected sex, dirty talk, p in v sex, oral sex (male receiving), (please let me know if I missed any)
summary: Your relationship with Ransom has always been strictly physical, with no strings attached. However, during a charity gala one night, Ransom unexpectedly realizes he has deeper feelings for you.
𝐀/𝐍: Ransom is always so fun to write. I hope you enjoy reading this J! Thank you for requesting this! <3
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Fucking gorgeous.
Ransom couldn’t help but stare at her. He had invited her to accompany him at one of the many charity galas. Chatter and clinking glasses filled the opulent room but, all he could do was stare at Y/N, his sugar baby.
For the most part, he behaved, smiled, and shook hands with the other socialites. But she was the only one that mattered. His eyes raked over her body, noticing how the dress he had bought tonight accentuated her curves, the way a few strands of her hair framed her face.
Ransom tightened the grip that he had around her waist, his fingers splayed across the curve of her ass as he leaned his head down. A devilish smirk curled at the corners of his mouth, his warm breath running down her neck before he spoke.
“You look fucking gorgeous tonight.” Ransom’s voice was deep and smooth, like melted butter with a seductive quality. She shivered from the heat of his touch and how much she longed for more. It was taking everything in him to stop himself from throwing her on this table right now.
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His eyes traced every inch of her body. The dress he had bought tonight accentuated her curves perfectly, especially the cut of it that stopped midway up her thigh.
“Thank you,” Y/N breathed, biting back a sigh when he ran his hands over the thin fabric of her dress, gripping onto the material tightly, as if testing to see how much force it would take before tearing through easily. His knuckles went white around the champagne glass when her hips involuntarily pressed against him, almost desperately.
“My God...I have the prettiest little princess there is,” he mused in an appreciative tone, dragging his lips down the side of her face.
She felt herself growing wet at the husky sound of his voice. With half-lidded eyes, she watched as he took the empty glass and placed it on one of the trays that floated by before picking up another full one, then turned to face her once again.
“You really know how to get me going, don’t you?” Ransom murmured under his breath. “I swear to God if we didn’t have such an important public appearance, I’d fuck you into oblivion right here and now...”
Ransom drank deeply from his glass, savoring the tartness and dryness that flooded over his tongue. He paused momentarily to put it on the tray as a waiter passed them. His hands trailed along her bare shoulder blade, fingertips lightly stroking up the nape of her neck until they tangled themselves within her locks. “Your hair smells divine. All natural beauty, just how I like it.”
He pressed a kiss against the exposed skin between where her ear lobe met her jaw, inhaling deeply through his nostrils. He held himself there for a second, letting her scent wash over him and fill his nose while making sure no one else could hear.
Then he tilted his head back slightly so that when he spoke next, his warm breath danced across the shell of her ear. “But baby girl? It won’t stay perfect if we do what I have planned.”
A chill ran through her body at these words. The hairs stood straight as goosebumps arose on the back of her neck and arms. He kept on talking though, ignoring how affected she seemed, saying something about how beautiful her makeup looked tonight too but...
Well...it’s hard to pay attention when her head is full of filthy thoughts of Ransom and how much she wishes he would just press his fingers into every inch of her. “What if I said that I want to ditch this party and go home now?” Ransom whispered, pulling her out of her fantasy.
“We can’t,” Y/N panted softly, trying not to seem too desperate. “Everyone’s watching us. They’ll think we’re leaving early.” She glanced up towards their surroundings, only to find several eyes focused intently on the pair.
People stared at them with curiosity and wonderment; some even gave nods of approval, while others seemed disgusted. She realized belatedly that it didn’t matter. “I’m not ready to go yet,” she quickly added, grabbing another champagne flute from another tray. She wanted to tease him, just a little bit.
He cocked an eyebrow at that. “Oh, yeah?” His expression softened into amusement as he noticed her flustered reaction. “What do you mean by ‘you’re not ready’?”
She opened her mouth, then hesitated as his gaze traveled lower before looking directly into his eyes, giving him her best innocent look. “Just that... I feel like dancing is all...” Her voice trailed off, allowing him to read into whatever innuendo he may find.
He chuckled darkly and shook his head. “Baby girl, there isn’t any real dancing at these types of events. They play old records, waltz music, classical shit. That’s not fun.” A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips; he leaned forward so close that his nose grazed against hers. He whispered against her mouth, “Tell me exactly what you want, Y/N.”
Y/N looked at him questioningly but then answered slowly, “I...want something else...” She took a slow sip of her wine, licking her lips and feeling self-conscious suddenly. Ransom took the empty glass from her hand and replaced it with his own. She saw the look on his face before finishing the remainder in one gulp. He swallowed and asked, “And what would you like? My cock down your throat or my fingers inside your pussy?”
“I mean, I would, but I wouldn’t want to ruin my dress,” she teased, giving him a coy smile. “Although those do sound like good alternatives.”
Ransom chuckled. “Are you telling me that I don’t look sexy in a suit? You hurt my feelings, Y/N,” he drawled sarcastically. But she caught the way his eyes lit up mischievously. She could see that he was already getting turned on at the thought of taking her somewhere and fucking her senseless in front of everyone. “Fine. Then let’s find a secluded area outside, hm?” He reached out his arm to escort her away, but she hesitated, stopping him from grabbing her wrist.
“But Ransom...it’s cold tonight.” She bit her lip anxiously, still glancing around them. There were numerous people watching curiously; several women and men gave Y/N dirty looks. She wished that they weren’t there to judge her, but rather fantasize about what she wanted to be doing right now.
Ransom snorted, “Honey, the first time you and I fucked was behind a gas station during rush hour traffic and you didn’t have a single complaint. If you don’t mind freezing your ass off, then neither do I!”
Her eyes widened and she could feel her cheeks heat up before grabbing his hand and pulling him behind one of the pillars in the building. “Shut up. I don’t want everyone to know that,” Y/N muttered, smacking him on his chest lightly.
“It’s okay. It was pretty hot knowing that anyone could’ve seen us,” He shrugged. Then he leaned forward and grabbed her hips possessively, digging his fingers into the soft flesh and bone. “How about we take the limo back to my place and forget about the party? I’m sure there will be other parties.”
She bit her bottom lip to keep herself from grinning like an idiot, shaking her head. “No. We’re staying here until the event is over,” she declared stubbornly.
He stared at her incredulously for a moment, wondering how serious she was before asking, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
She pursed her lips. “I’m not. It’s been years since I’ve gone to a black-tie gala and I want to enjoy it.” With that, she walked past him and sat back at their table, crossing her legs and ignoring the urge to glance back at Ransom to see if he followed.
Luckily, he did. His heavy steps came closer behind her; he leaned down, placing his large hands over her shoulders, squeezing lightly as his mouth brushed against her ear. She felt shivers run down her spine. His breath was hot, burning against her skin, heating her blood up to boiling point. He inhaled deeply before speaking, his voice low and rough. “You wanna be fucked like a cheap whore tonight? Like the first night that I found you.”
She nearly moaned at the memories his words invoked; the way her nails raked across his back as he relentlessly pounded into her tightness; his grunts, her screams; how her entire body trembled beneath him and the aftershocks that rocked through every fiber of her being. But most importantly, how utterly ruined she became afterward—her limbs trembling with pleasure and pain—and how Ransom carried her limp form in his arms, whispering promises of devotion and love until the exhaustion of it all lulled her into darkness. “I remember,” she breathed.
“Then fuck off with the bullshit,” Ransom growled. “You can pretend to be this innocent little princess all you want, but I know you want to get fucked. And honestly, Y/N, the sooner we get home, the longer we’ll be able to enjoy ourselves. After all, baby girl, if memory serves me correctly, you need at least twenty minutes to recover between sessions.”
Her eyes furrowed as she turned around. “That’s not true. Take that back,” she whispered angrily.
He raised an eyebrow and laughed, “Prove me wrong, then. Tell me how many times we fucked last time. Two rounds? One?” When she looked down sheepishly, he knew the answer. “Then tonight, let’s make it three!” He grinned proudly, flashing his teeth. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. He licked his lips slowly, gazing down at the cleavage of her breasts as they strained against her tight dress. 
“Think about it. The soft, silky sheets that rub against our naked bodies...the taste of you coating every inch of my mouth.” He leaned closer, pressing his nose against her neck, nuzzling her skin, breathing her in deeply. “The sweet sounds you made as I took you repeatedly. Do you remember what that felt like?”
She whimpered softly as he pressed his lips against the base of her throat. She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as she recalled how wonderfully delicious his touch felt. “Fine,” she sighed, “let’s go,” she decided as she took his arm to help her up. He stood still, staring at her skeptically. She cocked an eyebrow at him. “What? Aren’t you happy that you won?”
“Not until we’re at home and I have my dick shoved down your throat,” he growled, placing his hand on the small of her back, guiding her forward towards the exit. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that you put on those cute little lace panties underneath the dress,” he whispered.
Her eyes widened briefly before shooting a glare in his direction. “Stop checking me out.”
He chuckled. “Why? Does it turn you on knowing how many ways I can imagine bending you over and fucking you in front of every man in here? It definitely makes me hard as hell seeing you squirm like that.”
They moved through the throng of people, who smiled and waved politely, pretending they couldn’t overhear their conversation. A few of the women giggled behind cupped hands at Y/N’s embarrassed expression. She glared at Ransom as he smirked smugly at her.
When they finally broke free from the crowd of guests and stepped into the cool night air outside, she pushed him roughly up against the wall and pressed her lips hard against his. He immediately responded, moving his arms around her waist and pulling her closer, gripping tightly so she wouldn’t break away.
Her fingers tangled into his short brown hair and tugged slightly, causing him to growl possessively as he devoured her. His hands roamed up and down her body, grasping wherever they pleased as he kissed her thoroughly, deeply. Their mouths fit together perfectly, each tasting and exploring every crevice of the other.
Eventually, they parted for air. She licked her swollen lips hungrily, then met his gaze again. His expression darkened considerably. He seemed ready to eat her alive; she wouldn’t deny that she wanted it. “Come on, let’s go home,” he urges, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the side of the street, opening the door to their ride home. He guided her inside the dark leather interior of his car.
“I hope you’re ready,” he whispers, his voice gravelly with lust. He tugs on her hand until she moves towards his lap. She straddles him, the seat sinking as she presses her knees against both sides. His breath hitches when his clothed erection comes in contact with her pussy. She leans forward, licking at the base of his neck, nibbling along the column of his throat.
A shiver goes through his body. He groans softly and thrusts upward, grinding his bulge against her slick center. His head falls back to rest against the chair as he takes her mouth in another heated kiss, savoring the taste of her lips. “Mmmm...you smell incredible tonight,” he murmurs into her ear. “Like fresh rain mixed with mint,” his voice grows husky when she pushes his jacket off. “Baby girl, fuck, you’ve been teasing me all night.”
“Well, yeah, it’s fun to tease you...” Y/N gives him a wicked grin as her hands slide beneath his shirt and drag the pads of her fingers over his chest, tracing the outline of his pecs, abs... down the line that separates them, and finally resting on his navel. His muscles tense under her touch, contracting slightly when she dips a fingertip into his belly button. Her fingertips move back upward, trailing a path from there toward his sternum.
His breath becomes ragged as he pulls her dress straps down, baring her breasts for him to devour. Her nipples are hard, begging to be suckled upon and played with. Ransom wraps his lips around one, rolling and sucking harshly, alternating between nibbles and long sucks as he teases her other breast with his fingers.
She moans loudly, her back arching forward towards his mouth, causing his hands to fall onto her hips so that she can ride him. “You really love how I taste, huh?” she gasps, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. His tongue swirls around her nipple as he responds with a grunt. He pinches her clit through her underwear, making her shiver. He pulls away from her breast, bringing her face back to level him with a hungry stare. “No, I love the way you taste. Let’s see if you’re ready,” he growls, his lips meeting hers roughly and biting down until she opens her mouth willingly.
Their tongues dance together passionately, tasting each other’s mouths hungrily as they grind against one another. She kisses him harder, wrapping her arms tighter around his shoulders, wanting to be consumed completely. He breaks apart from her lips and presses his mouth against her ear. “Spread your thighs for me, baby,” he breathes against her ear, his teeth grazing lightly across the shell before nipping playfully at the lobe, earning a whimper from her. “I want to feel you wet.”
He reaches between them and hooks his finger under the waistband of her underwear, pulling the fabric aside and letting two digits sink deep inside of her. He moans appreciatively, pushing further in until the tips are brushing against her cervix. He scissors the digits as he pumps his hand slowly, drawing them in and out of her dripping slit.
Her moans echo throughout the interior of the vehicle while she tries desperately to meet him stroke for stroke. His palm presses flat against her stomach, holding her in place so that he can continue fucking her with his fingers. “So wet...so warm, baby girl...I think you’re ready.”
He removes his hand and brings his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean, swallowing every last drop of her essence. He hums appreciatively at her flavor and wipes the rest of the juices off with his thumb, running it over the length of her slit before circling it around her swollen nub.
“Do you want me to fuck you now, baby?” he asks, looking deep into her half-lidded eyes. She nods breathlessly, unable to respond verbally due to the state of overwhelming ecstasy he’d brought her to. “Are you prepared for me?” His question goes unanswered when he pulls his pants open and withdraws his thick cock. It stands tall and proud, throbbing heavily in front of her gaze as he strokes its length leisurely.
She gazes at him intently, admiring the thickness of it as well as the pre-cum that seeps from the tip. She slides down to her knees in front of him and slowly opens her mouth wide. He smiles slightly as she takes his head between her lips, swirling her tongue around it. She sucks gently while her hands stroke his shaft.
He groans deeply. “Good girl,” he coos encouragingly. “Take it all in, baby girl.” He grips a fistful of her hair and guides her further down his cock until he feels his tip press against the back of her throat. 
“There you go,” he whispers. “Take it all in.” Her gag reflex kicks in, but she doesn’t stop taking him deeper and deeper. His fingers clench tighter around her hair, tugging at the roots painfully. She whines quietly and continues to swallow, forcing herself to keep moving up and down the length of him.
The car suddenly rocks violently from side to side as it hits a bump in the road, causing her to lose balance. She releases him momentarily before returning to her task with renewed enthusiasm, bobbing her head and taking him all the way down to the base. He groans loudly and throws his head back, panting heavily and gripping her hair tightly in his fists. “Oh, fuck yes... That’s it, baby... Just like that,” he pants, his hips bucking wildly. “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop,” he commands hoarsely.
She hums in agreement and works him faster, bringing him closer and closer to release. His hands release their grip on her locks, sliding down the sides of her skull to cup her cheeks lovingly as she continues to worship his dick. She slides a hand between her thighs and begins rubbing her swollen clit furiously. Her hips jerk forward involuntarily, causing her to gasp loudly. He chuckles softly, leaning forward to plant a series of kisses along the top of her scalp.
Her fingers massage his balls lightly, causing his spine to arch up instinctively. His eyelids flutter shut as he cries out in pleasure. She continues pumping her hand rapidly up and down, drawing loud moans from deep within his chest. His voice breaks and cracks with each cry of rapture he utters, his body trembling uncontrollably beneath her skilled touch.
Suddenly, his pelvis bucks upwards once more, and she feels him erupt inside her throat, filling her with thick ribbons of hot seed. His orgasm leaves him breathless; his chest rises and falls heavily, his fingers stroking her jawline lovingly while his other hand rests atop her head. Her own climax follows seconds later. She moans loudly into his pulsing cock, spilling onto her palms and fingers.
“Holy shit...” He sighs after several moments pass, leaning forward to capture her lips between his own. She responds eagerly, sucking on his lower lip as his tongue darts past hers and enters her mouth, dancing against her teeth. He growls in appreciation and nibbles playfully upon her swollen flesh. She giggles and breaks off from his kiss to gasp for oxygen.
“Damn, Ransom, what did you do to me?”
“You were asking for it. If that’s how you want to play things, I’ll be sure to fuck you senseless tonight, baby girl. Just like I promised.”
She shudders and stares up at him with adoration. His handsome features burn into her mind. His chiseled cheekbones frame his intense blue eyes like glass, which shimmer beautifully as they focus on her with desire. She sees a slight twinkle in them, reflecting off of the moonlight shining through the window, giving him a glow that makes him seem ethereal.
The car suddenly stops abruptly outside Ransom’s mansion. The driver clears his throat before speaking. “We’re home, Mr. Drysdale,” he announces.
They break away from one another, but her gaze stays locked on his face as she lifts herself off the floor and sits back in her original position, adjusting her dress. “Thanks,” he replies curtly, without looking up from her. Ransom flashes her a mirk before grabbing her hand and leading her out of the car.
She stumbles after him excitedly. They enter the building, both their bodies on fire for each other, anticipating the fun they’ll have tonight.
As soon as they step through the door, Ransom whips her around to face him, gripping the base of her neck and pushing her hard against the wall. She yelps but finds herself enjoying his aggressiveness, feeling heat pool between her legs as he looms over her, caging her between his muscular arms. His mouth is inches away from hers, so close she can feel his breath on her skin. The tip of his nose nudges the side of her head as his lips brush lightly against her ear.
He inhales sharply, drinking her scent in deeply and making her whimper helplessly as his tongue trails along the edge of her jaw, stopping just above the hollow of her throat where her pulse pounds rapidly.
She whimpers helplessly as his mouth claims her sensitive skin, his sharp teeth nibbling on it, marking his ownership of her body. She groans softly and closes her eyes. “Ransom...please...”
He ignores her plea and moves his attention downwards, kissing a trail along the curve of her shoulder. “Shhh...Relax, baby girl. Don’t fight me, I promise I’ll give you what you need.” He peppers her neck and throat with tiny bites, sending shivers of arousal throughout her being. “Now, do you want me to fuck you here or in the bedroom?”
“Please,” she whispers breathlessly. “In the bedroom,” she answered obediently. She was already too wet, too eager, her walls contracting and throbbing as her body yearned to feel his thick girth fill her, stretching her beyond her limits.
Ransom nods, keeping his mouth planted firmly against her skin, whispering soothing words into her ear, luring her mind to submission. “You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He murmured.
“Y-yes.”
His voice sends goosebumps rippling across her skin, prickling her nipples hard under the thin fabric of her dress, which causes her nipples to stiffen and protrude outward as her heart races wildly beneath her chest. His fingers find their way between her thighs and graze the outline of her panty-covered folds, making her mewl pitifully at his ministrations.
“Look at me.” She opens her eyes wide, staring directly into his mesmerizing gaze. He holds her stare for several seconds, leaving her breathless. Then he leans forward, pressing his lips tenderly against hers, causing her body to melt beneath his touch. “My baby girl,” he says possessively, before pulling away.
Without another word, he tugs on her arm and walks up the grand staircase, leading her to his bedroom, their fingers interlocked.
Upon entering the room, she kicks off her heels and places them near the entrance of the large master suite. Once she enters the threshold, Ransom spins her around swiftly, pinning her wrists above her head, using his superior height to tower over her and trap her underneath him. His mouth descends upon hers brutally, stealing her breath away as he devours her sweet lips hungrily.
A small gasp escapes from her lips when his tongue slithers past the barrier of her teeth, swirling around hers skillfully. Her limbs begin to shake uncontrollably; she can feel her juices start flowing out of her pussy at an alarmingly fast rate, dampening the satin material of her panties. He groans lustfully into her mouth, allowing himself to explore every crevice of her mouth with his skilled muscle. His fingers twist into her hair and yank at it roughly, holding her still, dominating her.
The moment her knees tremble beneath her, his grip loosens. He backed away slightly so that he could stare into her eyes again. Y/N blinked dizzily, gasping for air, her chest rising and falling as her heart beat frantically within her ribcage. She looks at him curiously, wondering why he pulled back. His mouth moves against hers briefly, catching her lower lip between his teeth, nibbling it lovingly.
Before she even has time to react, he grasps her hips and lifts her up effortlessly. “Wrap your arms around my neck,” he commands huskily, gazing at her intently while awaiting her compliance. Y/N complies without hesitation, gripping his shoulders tightly and locking her hands together behind the nape of his neck, clinging to him for dear life. He carries her over to his king-sized mattress and lays her down on top of the soft sheets.
She watches intently as he begins unbuttoning her dress, exposing her naked torso to his hungry eyes, revealing her perfectly round breasts with hard nipples, ripe for sucking. “You look like a goddess, baby. Like some kind of sex angel,” he rasps, his voice low and deep, thick with lust. As the rest of her garment falls away, he peels her drenched panties aside, revealing her glistening mound. He pauses briefly, taking in the view, admiring her beauty.
His hand drops to his side, his eyes widening as they travel over her form, causing her breath to quicken once more. “Are you gonna stare all night or do something about it?” she teases, looking up at him. His eyebrow quirks at her playful tone, making him grin widely.
A shudder wracks through her body when his fingertips ghost across the top of her belly button, tracing its contour before trailing upwards and dipping into the valley between her breasts. His index finger circles one areola, teasing it, bringing it to a hardened peak. She bites back a moan and arches her back, thrusting herself against his digit, causing her hips to buck involuntarily.
“What’s wrong, baby? Getting impatient?” he chuckles. His fingers glide up her waist and begin massaging the underside of her breasts, fondling her gently while caressing her body lovingly.
“You know I enjoy playing with you, but you’re acting like this is our first time, and we’ve done much, much worse than just fingering your sweet little pussy...” His voice is thick and sensual. A sharp pang of longing shoots through her chest at his words, causing her to gasp silently.
“Oh please,” she whined breathlessly, shifting her weight under him.
His gaze never breaks away from hers as he continues touching her. He palms one breast firmly, squeezing and kneading it, causing her to throw her head back against the pillows. “Keep your eyes open, beautiful,” he warns sternly. Her vision returns to normal almost instantly, focusing solely on his handsome features, unable to tear her gaze off him.
Ransom pulled his hand away and behind, unbuttoning his shirt, then sliding down his trousers, pulling his briefs with it so that he stood at full erection.
“Beautiful,” he said. “Just like the night I saw you for the first time. You looked just as appetizing as you do now...” He trailed off as he bent down and licked her left nipple, biting the stiff flesh and making her arch her back in delight. His fingers continued their dance across her stomach, descending south to play with her sensitive clit.
A cry escaped from her lips as two digits slipped in between her slick folds, spreading apart her slippery labia and coating them with her juices. “It’s so tight. So hot and wet,” he marvels, rubbing the pads of his fingertips over her quivering slit.
 His digits slide down to her entrance, and he pushes deep inside, hitting them instantly, curling them upwards to rub against her G-spot, drawing a strangled cry from her. His thumb rotates in slow, steady circles against her pearl as he pumps into her slowly, gradually increasing his speed.
Her hips began rocking against his hand in sync, matching his rhythm perfectly. “That’s it, baby girl,” he growled, grinning wickedly. “Show me how much you love this. Show daddy how badly you want him. Beg for it.”
“Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed, “Please! Please fuck me Ransom...Fuck me harder than anyone ever has!” she pleaded. He paused momentarily, and his face softened as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss on her lips. His breath tickled her skin as he breathed warm air against her skin.
“If you say so, baby girl, but remember, you asked for it.” His smirk reappeared when he plunged his cock in with a single swift motion, burying himself deep inside her with one quick thrust. A loud wail echoed throughout the bedroom as he filled her completely, stretching her to her limits as his thick length sunk into her. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes as pain mixed with pleasure coursed through her entire being.
Ransom stayed there, unmoving for several seconds, watching her squirm and whimper underneath him. “Feeling okay, baby?” he asked, concerned.
“Yes,” she managed weakly.
He smirked once more before he began moving, driving his shaft into her relentlessly. His thrusts picked up speed as he hammered into her mercilessly. Her back arched off the bed as she writhed on top of the soft sheets, grasping tightly at his shoulders, raking her nails down his back. He hissed quietly as he fucked her hard, pounding her repeatedly until she screamed out her orgasm, thrashing wildly against his powerful movements.
When she came undone beneath him, her inner muscles clenched tightly around his cock, milking him dry. When he had finished emptying himself into her womb, he collapsed forward on top of her, resting his head between her breasts, listening to her heartbeat while panting heavily from the exertion.
Y/N giggled softly as he lay upon her, his cheek pressed against her breastbone, his breath ghosting across her nipple.
“You’re amazing, princess,” he muttered softly between shallow breaths. She smiled softly at his compliment as he gazed lovingly into her eyes. Her hands drifted upwards to comb her fingers through his damp hair, untangling the knots in his thick locks and letting the loose strands cascade around her face. She sighed happily as they lay there together, basking in post-orgasm bliss. “How’d I get so lucky, baby girl?” he murmured softly, tracing circles upon her abdomen.
“I’m the lucky one,” she replied sincerely. His lips brushed against her flesh, kissing each inch of her skin reverently. She giggled again as she felt her toes curl involuntarily at his touch. He laughed lightly in return, pressing one last kiss into her temple.
Then he rolled onto his side, laying alongside her, wrapping an arm securely around her waist, spooning her body with his, drawing her flush against him. He buried his nose into her messy tresses and inhaled deeply.
His free hand moved downward to cup her breast, massaging the fullness of her teat.
She moaned at the sensation, shivering slightly as his palm stroked along her hardened bud, eliciting another sigh from her. “Ransom,” she whispered timidly. His grip tightened on her chest, squeezing it roughly, forcing her nipples into pointy peaks. “Oww,” she gasped in surprise, wincing at the unexpected sting of pain. He chuckled lightly as he continued kneading her swollen mounds.
“Sorry, babe. I can’t help myself when you’re this beautiful.”
He spoke with such tenderness, sending chills down her spine. His warm breath tickled her ear, causing her cheeks to heat in embarrassment. She turned away bashfully, avoiding eye contact with him.
His smirk grows as rolls over on his side. “Why won’t you look at me, baby girl?” He brushes a stray lock out of her face, stroking her jawline with his calloused pad.
“I don’t know,” she replies softly.
“I’m not going anywhere. What’s bothering you?”
“Nothing,” she mutters nervously.
His eyebrows raise up a notch as his pupils dilate, his cerulean eyes boring into her own. “So you really don’t have anything to hide from me? No secrets you haven’t told your boyfriend yet?”
“What do you mean?” she squeaks, swallowing hard.
“Come on, princess, there’s no reason for you to be scared. Just tell me what’s bugging you. I promise I won’t judge.” His words soothe her somewhat, alleviating some of her fears.
Her body relaxes a bit as his fingers brush along her ribs, grazing the edges of her sensitive ribs. She sighs contentedly as he continues exploring her curves and contours, eliciting another gasp from her when he touches a particularly sensitive spot on her body.
“It’s nothing. I promise.” Her voice shakes with emotion.
“It’s alright, baby girl. You can trust me,” he coaxed.
She hesitated, her breath hitching in her throat when he lowered his head to plant feather-soft kisses on her exposed skin. Her pulse raced erratically as he traced circles on her flesh.
“Okay,” she finally whispered hesitantly, deciding she might as well confess, considering how intimate they were becoming with each other, especially after the earth-shattering fucking and the intimacy between them afterward. “I’ve been thinking about us lately. And...I’m worried you’ll get tired of me.”
“Tired of what? Being your lover?” He smiled teasingly, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. “Don’t worry, gorgeous. That won’t happen anytime soon.”
She smiled at his answer and shook her head vehemently. “That’s not what I meant,” she insisted earnestly.
His brows furrowed as he tilted his chin to look at her questioningly.
“Then what exactly did you mean, baby girl?”
Her cheeks reddened further as she averted her gaze. “Well...” Her eyes flickered downward towards the sheets draped over their bodies.
She paused for several seconds before continuing, searching desperately for the words to express her feelings. She inhaled sharply and opened her mouth to speak but faltered, closing it quickly and turning her head away from him. “I’m sorry, Ransom,” she murmured shamefacedly, tears forming at the corner of her eyes.
His heart sank when he witnessed her distress, his smile disappearing in an instant as he stared intently at her trembling figure. “No, baby, please don’t apologize for telling me things.” He cupped her cheek with his free hand, tilting her face so that her eyes met his once again.
“Go ahead and tell me everything. I want to know all about what’s troubling you.” She chewed on her bottom lip, hesitating one final moment before mustering the courage to speak. “Ransom, I care about you and-“
“But I love you,” he interrupted forcefully, his grip tightening around her upper arm possessively, pinning her in place beneath him.
Her breath hitched in shock at his declaration. His proclamation, followed by his embrace, sent shivers coursing throughout her body. “W-what?”
Her stammering response caused him to chuckle softly and shake his head, his expression growing serious as he stared intensely into her eyes. “I love you, Y/N, and there isn’t a single thing that could make me leave your side.”
 His words washed over her, warming her soul and melting any lingering reservations she possessed regarding their relationship. He smiled affectionately when she didn’t respond immediately, taking hold of her right hand and guiding it to rest against his bare chest directly above his heart. “Can you feel that?”
She nodded slowly and swallowed hard as her fingertips pressed lightly against his skin. “You’ve always been more than just my sugar baby,” he said quietly, speaking tenderly against her temple. “Even though it was only supposed to be about the money. The sex. Not you.” Her brow creased as his admission sunk in, causing her to blink back tears.
She sniffled quietly and wiped away the moisture collecting on her lashes. “I’m sorry for saying that to you, baby girl,” he apologized, “but I needed to say it, to explain to you that it was never about the money and sex.”
He kissed her forehead and brought her body against his, wrapping strong arms around her frame protectively, enveloping her completely within his warmth.
“This was always real for me. It still is now, if you’d allow me to prove my loyalty to you, baby girl.” She sobbed, burying her face in the crook of his neck, clinging desperately to his muscular form.
He pulled away slightly, gazing deeply into her teary eyes. “Will you let me show you what this really means? How much it means? Let me prove to you that I want you forever,” he murmured urgently, brushing her hair from her face, wiping away her flowing tears, leaving wet streaks against her cheeks.
“Of course,” she whimpered weakly. “Yes! I want that too,” she begged, her voice thick with emotion.
His smile widened, filling with adoration as he cradled her head in both palms, framing her delicate features, cherishing the beauty of his queen. His gaze roamed across her entire body, drinking up her naked splendor, devouring every curve, crevasse, nook and cranny, committing each inch of her shape to memory.
“Y/N, you are perfection personified.” He dipped down, brushing his lips against hers, teasing the seam with light strokes. She trembled at the contact, goosebumps spreading over her flesh like wildfire as his warm breath ghosted across her skin, heating up the surrounding air.
She sighed contently, her eyelids fluttering close as his tongue slid effortlessly between her parted lips, massaging them, dancing passionately with hers.
She moaned sweetly when he suckled the tip gently before sucking harder, pulling away and lapping at her sweet, tangy flavor. “Your sweet little mouth tastes divine,” he breathed against her. He captured her bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling hungrily before letting go.
She shuddered, panting heavily from the sudden intensity of her arousal coursing through her veins. Her breathing intensified as her blood pumped through her, causing her to gasp and writhe uncontrollably against his torso, bucking against him wildly.
Her entire body vibrated with need as waves of ecstasy rippled through her core. “Ransom,” she whispered huskily, groaning loudly, arching upwards to grind against him while grasping fiercely onto his shoulders, digging sharp nails into his supple flesh.
As he gazed upon her beautiful face, he knew deep down in his heart that she was the one. She had shown him a side of himself that he hadn’t known existed, bringing forth a level of vulnerability and compassion he never thought he would experience in his lifetime.
She had unlocked his heart, broken through his defenses, and taught him the true meaning of love. With her by his side, he felt whole. Complete. And he vowed to spend every moment of their lives together proving to her how much he loved and cherished her.
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nicoline1998enilocin · 4 months
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Fluffcember Day 14 | Popping your cherry
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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
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Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF credit: The owner
Main Masterlist | Ransom Drysdale Masterlist | Read on AO3
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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.
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''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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babyjakes · 7 months
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sweet surprise. [blurb.]
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event | august '23 general requests blurb night
summary | ransom has a surprise encounter with your little niece.
pairing | soft!ransom drysdale x auntie!reader (+ reader's baby!niece)
warnings | SOFT RANSOM IS BACK. just soooo fluffy, like unbearable amounts of fluff hehe. written from reader's pov, but most of it is just ran & da baby <3
word count | 689
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requested by @brandycranby | hiiiiii eun ✨💕 for blurb night, maybe we could see a fluff or hurt/comfort + unexpectedly soft!ransom + baby? like a teeny tiny chubby wubby baby 🥺
an | aaaahhhhh i'm so glad you sent in this request brandy bby, i've been DYING to write soft!ran lately and this is just the sweetest idea ever ever, hope you enjoy sweet friend and thank you for the amazing idea!!
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You don't hear Ransom as he returns home from work, tossing his bag beside the door with a quiet grumble. As always, he's not in the best mood after spending nearly six hours at his grandfather's, helping the old writer with the logistics of his business. He can't wait to spend time with you, the sunshine that always brightens his day and erases any worries that might be floating around in his mind. He doesn't see you as he looks around the living room, but what he does see catches him off guard. On the floor, across the room, sits a strange-looking contraption— some sort of swing. He lets out a gasp as he sees what's sitting inside: a tiny baby whose big, bright eyes are looking over at him with a darling sense of curiosity.
"Oh my," Ransom hums to himself. He stands frozen for a few moments, looking around the room again. You're nowhere to be found. "Now what are you doing here all alone?" he hums softly, finally building up the courage to start making his way over to the swing.
He stops several feet away, just observing the tiny being. Judging by the sweet pink lettering on her jumper that spells out Mama's Girl, he's able to easily guess the infant's gender. "My goodness," the large man whispers, his face softening as the sweet little girl smiles at the sound of his voice, "you're so tiny. What're you doing here, hmm? Was y/n looking after you this afternoon?"
He sits down cross-legged on the floor, scooting himself up a bit more as the baby sways gently in the swing, clapping her tiny hands together clumsily to show the stranger that she's happy to see him. Ransom bites back a smile, reaching out a hand to brush back the little one's thin tufts of hair. "Hi there, pretty girl," he murmurs, "Are you clappin' for me? That's so nice of you, sweetheart. What a smart girl you are."
The infant claps a few more times, giggling softly as a defeated smile finally crosses the brown-haired man's face. "You're too sweet," he admits, stroking the baby's chubby little cheek. "I wonder where y/n is, hmm? Have you seen her?" he asks comically, his grin widening as the baby just continues to wiggle and smile in the swing. "You wanna come out, sweetheart? C'mere, let me hold you."
His hands are steady and careful as he gently unbuckles her from the swing, being sure to support her neck and head as he lifts her up and brings her to his chest. "Oh my," his voice flutters as she tucks her tiny head against his shoulder, snuggling right up to him. "There you go, angel. I got you," he whispers, stroking her hair as he bounces her gently in his arms.
"Welcome home," you giggle as you enter the doorway to the kitchen, your heart swelling at the sight of the giant man holding the tiny baby so carefully, as if she's the most precious thing in the world.
"Look, there's y/n!" Ransom coos excitedly to the little one, causing her to look over at you and offer you a huge, toothless smile. "I bet she missed you!"
"Looks like you're Uncle Ran, huh?" you joke as you join the two on the floor, rubbing the tiny girl's back as Ransom sways and cradles her. "Never knew you liked babies."
"Me neither," the man chuckles, looking down at your niece with the gentlest smile. "But I think this little one might've changed my mind. Look at how tiny she is. So tiny and precious, aren't you?" he fusses her again, earning a chorus of giggles from the baby as he messes her hair carefully. "How long is she staying?" Ransom asks, looking back up at you. "Can we see her again soon? I'll take off work, Harlen won't mind— we should bring her over to see him! He loves kids."
"Hey, hey, slow down," you laugh, leaning over to kiss the sweet man's forehead as you remind him, "I haven't even told you her name yet."
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jamneuromain · 1 month
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💦🎉✨ with Ransom Drysdale 😏
Hmmm... I'm going to assume that you're planning a surprise for Ransom when something went terribly wrong...
An Attempt at Stalling
Ransom Drysdale x You
Warning: None?
A/N: Sorry Jaqui it's taking so long :( I had some me-time away from social media. (and this is my first time?! writing for Ransom I hope I get the bf!Ransom vibe right) Thank you for your support and love to my fics <333
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It's nearly impossible to pull a stunt right under Ransom's nose. You know. You've tried (and failed).
Despite the failures during the past two times when you tried to celebrate his success in running his grandfather's publishing house, you have decided, yet again, to surprise him by asking a group of friends to decorate your shared home with photographs - photographs that recorded the history of Ransom taking ownership of the publishing house, how he was doing his best to strike deals and follow the steps of his grandfather.
Hundreds of photos.
You planned to have them printed, hanging from the ceiling with detachable fishing lines, from the living room to the kitchen, where he'd receive a cake that said "Congrats Mr. CEO!"
And unfortunately, it takes time to pull this stunt off, and your only hope would be stalling him during his family dinner at the mansion, for your friends to finish up the decoration at your house and sneak away before your return.
When Joni drones on about her environmentally friendly cosmetics, Ransom texts you with a bored face, tapping his foot on the floor.
Ran: Honey let's bounce
You check on the group chat, in which you talked to your friends five minutes ago.
TEAM SURPRISE PARTY: Need 30 mins Ryan forgot about the bouquet!!!!!
Which means you need to stall for at least another half an hour for them to clear out. You decide to come up with an excuse to Ransom.
You: just a few more minutes I want to hear Joni s story
Ran:?
Ran: Am I out of my mind or have you been brainwashed by aliens?
You chew on your lower lip to calm your nerves. It didn't help, and you are out of options to lie about.
Ransom takes your wrist and drags you to his room, leaving a grumbling "She needs to go to the bathroom", before kicking his door shut.
"What?" He snaps slightly when you eye him curiously. His hand still clutching your wrist, making it impossible for you to wiggle free.
"I..." You are not good at lying. You get nervous every time you try to cook up with a lie. Your palms get sweaty, your face burning hot, and you fidget like standing on a cushion of needles.
"Are you trying to keep a secret from me, honey?" Ransom allows a small grin to creep up his lips. He knows the symptoms too well: the jumpy look on your face, the hair on the back of your neck, and you are gripping your sweater with your fingers - the typical standard combo tells of you trying to lie.
"No... No." Your voice comes out high-pitched, which you quickly lower your voice to pretend to be confident, "No, not at all."
He takes that as a "yes", and asks, "And it has something to do with the fact that you suddenly don't want to go home?"
"No." You clear your throat, "Absolutely not."
Ransom nods thoughtfully, ignoring all the previous "no"s you've said, "You're not hiding a dog in our house, are you?"
"What? No." Although you are tempted to. You are hiding a cake and a bunch of your friends, and that hardly qualifies as "dog". Answering with more confidence, "Stop being paranoid. I want to spend some time with your grandpa. He seems ... lonely."
"Harlan?" Ransom snorts, "Honey, I appreciate you not adopting a dog in our house, but I don't want to spend a second more in this stinking place. Can we please go home?"
You sigh in defeat. There's no way on Earth that you can stall any longer without causing more suspicion. You pray that your friends are out of your house by now, as Ransom takes your hand to leave the room, waves goodbye to Harlan, and pulls his car out of the driveway.
You text frantically (and as subtly as you can sitting next to Ransom, who is driving the car) on your way back home.
You: SOS RAN'S DRIVING BACK HOME W/ ME
You: I hope ur done with the decor and the cake
You: AND THE FLOWERS!!
You could only text as fast as you can, hitting send before you could check the spellings and shutting the screen down before Ransom could peek in your direction.
You are a truly terrible spy if you ever come to it.
The drive home takes roughly fifteen minutes, which you let out an exhale of relief on arriving at your house and notice the empty front yard. Your friends drove here, it must have meant that they drove away a few minutes earlier.
Go Team. You chuckle silently.
Shoving away your phone in your pocket, you hold Ransom's extended hand as he shuts the car door and locks it. Every step you have taken nearer your house makes your heart jump out, fearing that Ransom would hate this surprise.
Ransom is the type of person who prefers seeing everything as if he's a clairvoyant. He doesn't hate surprises, he only hates it when the surprise has nothing to do with him - for example, celebrating someone else's birthday.
He mentioned once or twice about Linda forgetting about his birthdays when he was a kid, which you could only assume is the origin of the dislike of surprises.
Deep down, you secretly hope that he would enjoy this one.
Ransom spares a glimpse at his phone before turning the lights on.
The chandelier sparkles to life, and hanging from the ceiling, dozens of photos that recorded the history - his proud history of supporting the company, expanding it into not only publishing Harlan's books, but also owning a few newspapers and investing in some apps.
You wipe the invisible sweat from your forehead, relieved that this is a beautiful scene that you could almost cry.
"So this is what you've been hiding, huh?" Ransom comments lazily, giving your ass a light swat, which earns a squeal from your lips, "You know I hate surprises..." He mutters, pinching one of the photos closest to him, and taking a good look.
It was a photo taken from the earlier days, when he had just landed himself the company. A photo of you taking a selfie with him, as he struggles with the tie on his neck in a black suit.
"But I love this one." His soft gaze falls in your direction, pulling you close like a magnet, "Thank you, Honey."
You smile in his embrace. The said smile grows wider when he kisses the top of your head.
"Though I must say, you did a terrible job keeping secrets."
"Oh BULL," You scrawl, looking up at him in defiance, "admit it, Ran, you had no idea that I was gonna surprise you with this beautiful decoration."
Smirking in triumph, you challenge him for his reply.
"Too bad, honey," Ransom pulls out his phone, reciprocating your smirk, before opening the messaging app, and scrolling down to reveal your messages, "Aww, you are a terrible spy."
You: SOS RAN'S DRIVING BACK HOME W/ ME
You: I hope ur done with the decor and the cake
You: AND THE FLOWERS!!
They were meant for your friends, but you must have been so tense that you didn't even notice the receiver when you hit send.
As you huff out in defeat, Ransom sneaks a kiss from your lips, grinning wildly, "Now where's the cake I was promised?"
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imyourbratzdoll · 8 months
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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚
🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓
summary - ransom realises there is one sexual experience he hasn't done yet and decides he'll get it over with before anyone finds out about it.
warning - smut, gloryhole, daddy kink, swearing, creampie.
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.
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Ransom slams the door as he exits his car, his face set in a permanent scowl, “Fucking family.” He huffs, wondering when they will finally get hit by some sort of disaster, wiping them off the face of the planet. Ransom stuffs his hands into the pockets of his expensive coat, walking toward the brightly lit building. Ransom was known to be adventurous, especially when it came to sex, he had done nearly everything, so to learn he’s never tried a gloryhole before was absurd, and he couldn’t have anyone finding out about it. 
He grunts as he opens the door, quickly pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe whatever germs that could’ve been on that handle. Ransom walks over to the counter, leaning against it and giving the woman behind it a smirk. “Hello, sweets. I want your best girl.” He pulls a wad of cash from his wallet and slams it down, winking as she points him to the room. Ransom saunters down the hall and enters the room. 
He looked around, being assured that these were the best in the business. Ransom walked around the room, checking out each woman, shaking his head when he didn’t see one he liked. He didn’t want his first experience to be horrible. He wanted the best. He paid for the best, so he should receive it. When his eyes landed on you, he knew you were perfect by how his cock twitched, swelling rapidly beneath his pants. 
Ransom walks closer to your hole, grunting at the sight of your glistening cunt, enjoying how you are already lying on your back, his favourite position. He loves to watch the bulge appear in women’s tummies as he fucks into them. His thick member splitting and stretching them open, and he groans as he imagines what you would look like. “You’re a pretty sight, sweetheart. Are you ready to be split open by Daddy? You’ll definitely be begging for more, cockdrunk, from being fucked by me.” 
You shake your head, smiling slightly at his words. You’ve dealt with many men, ranging from soft to sweet to cocky to downright rude. He was definitely in the cocky department, but you decided to give him a chance. You weren’t going to lie. His words made you drip. “Show me what you got, Sugar. I don’t think I quite believe you… I’ve had a lot of men promise me a good time.” You smirk, wanting to mess with him a bit to see if he’ll either get angry and storm off or follow through with his promise. 
“Oh, sweetheart… You should know that you don’t mess with Daddy, or he won’t let you cum.” Ransom growls, pressing his clothed bulge against your dripping cunt, not caring in the slightest if your juices stain his expensive slacks. His finger traces up your leg, tapping against your thigh. “You want to cum, don’t you?” You throb, face heating up as he speaks. His hand slaps your sopping cunt, causing you to squeak. “Speak slut.” 
“Yes, yes! I want to cum, please!” You couldn’t believe you were already begging, and he hadn’t even touched you yet. Ransom smirked, moving his hands to the front of his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his thick, throbbing member. He strokes it, twisting his wrist and swiping his thumb across his leaking tip. Ransom eyes your cunt, watching it slicken even more as you listen to him touch himself. 
He rubs his mushroom tip through your folds, collecting your arousal before pushing in. Ransom groans, wondering how the fuck you could be so tight when you work at a place like this. He grips your hips, bottoming out inside you. “Jesus, sweetheart.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits your cervix, stretching you wider than anyone else before. “After I’m done with you, you won’t want anyone else.” Ransom pulls you closer, setting a pace, thrusting hard and fast. He grunts when he sees the bulge forming, his thick tip pounding into you, hitting spots that have never been hit before. 
“I’m yours! I’m yours! Oh, god!” Your head flies back, arms flying upwards and clutching the pillow underneath you. Your body moves up and down the bed, legs falling open for the man to continue to use you. You felt so close already, the band inside of you begging to snap. Your legs wrap around him, bringing him closer, needing to feel every part of him. “Please let me cum!” 
Ransom moans, eyes slipping closed as his head tilts back, feeling your walls throb and pulsate around him. “Fuck, sweetheart. Are you sure you’ve been good enough?” He squeezes your hips, pounding harder into you, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. His hand moves between you, locating your puffy clit, rubbing and pinching it. 
“Yes! I’ve been so good, please!” Your screams bounce off the walls, feeling yourself throb like crazy. Your cunt swallowing his cock deeper, back arching. “Please!”
“Cum, slut.” Ransom growls, thrusting faster, rubbing your clit. “Cum for Daddy.” 
“Daddy!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your vision becomes white as the most intense orgasm washes over you, your juices squirting out and covering the mystery man’s expensive clothes. Once your orgasm has passed, you sag into the bed, letting out soft moans as he continues to destroy you.
“Fuck, you dirty slut! You’ve ruined my clothes.” Ransom growls, fucking into you roughly, feeling his balls tighten and his tip swell as his cock throbs. “I’m gonna paint your pretty walls with my cum.” You moan as thick spurts of cum shoot out of him, coating your walls and filling you to the brim. Ransom doesn’t dare rest his head on the wall before him, not wanting to catch a disease. He pulls his softened cock from your used hole, tucking it back into his slacks. “Your pretty little pussy looks so good stuffed with my cum.” 
Those are the last words you hear out of the stranger’s mouth as he turns and leaves. Ransom places his sunnies over his eyes, ignoring the woman ogling him at the counter and heading back outside to where his car is parked. He knows he’ll be back. You were worth his money, and maybe one day he will get you out of The Strawberry Shack and take you home, making you his own personal slut. 
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Another Chamber
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Pairing: Soft!Ransom Drysdale x reader Summary: It's the hard days that show him just how much he loves you. Word Count: 830 Notes: Hurt/Comfort adjacent. New relationship. Fluff. Angsty undertones. Some strong language. This story loosely follows Stay but can be read as a standalone.
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Ransom senses your presence behind the couch before you say a word. 
"I'm sorry." You sound exhausted and defeated. 
He turns to find you leaning against the doorway with your arms folded across your middle. You look exhausted and defeated. The long shower hadn't done much to wash away your mood. An uncomfortable pit forms in Ransom's stomach when he notices your swollen eyelids. 
Shit. 
"I-I shouldn't 've snapped at you," you say softly. "You didn't  deserve any of it." Your eyes remain downcast while you fidget with your hands. Ransom's never seen you this sad before. "You were just trying to do something nice and I took my shitty day out on you."
On a scale of one to Thrombey, your tantrum barely rose to a three. But he'd been taken off guard at how upset you'd gotten at his suggestion of going out to dinner. He genuinely thought you'd be ecstatic about dressing up for dinner at one of Boston's finest restaurants. A reward for you surviving a grueling week. Instead, you had stopped short of calling him selfish. Sure, he'd shrugged off being called far worse by former lovers and family, but your frustrated reaction had cut deep.
You stand outside the library waiting for him to respond. His attention drifts back to his laptop and he closes the lid.
"Can you forgive me?" He doesn't notice you've moved until you're standing near the coffee table.
He's got the upper hand here, can turn your guilt into an advantage and exploit it for an extended amount of time if he plays this just right. 
This is who he is. 
This is what he knows. 
This is what he's good at.
But…
The old psychological wins don't feel like wins. Not with you. 
He nods and softens his posture despite the ribbons of anger and indignation wrapped tight around him. It's second nature to hide any sign of being hurt. You don't survive growing up in a family like his advertising your weaknesses.  
"I-I didn't mean the things I said."
You remain tentative at your post, watching and waiting like you're expecting punishment but being brave about it. Like you see right through him. 
This newfound awareness  reminds Ransom you've got your own murky history, that you haven't always been treated with care. Maybe there's a part of you that expects him to turn on you and disappoint you.
Tough shit.
It's not gonna happen.
He doesn't know how, but you're never going to feel that way with him ever.
When Ransom stands in front of you, he actually feels your disappointment that you hurt him. Emotion swells inside his chest like a rogue wave.   
Has anyone cared enough to truly want his forgiveness? When has he mattered this much...to someone like you no less. 
Damn, he's so out of his depth here. Usually he's the one who fucks up and deals with it one of two ways: whip out his credit cards or slink off... to another woman, another party, another vacation. 
He tries to find some part of himself that isn't tainted by old patterns. But he has no blueprint for this sort of thing. He looks for the parts of you that have become part of him. What would you do in his place? What would you say? 
"What do you need from me?" he finally asks as his hand hovers awkwardly above your arm.
After a weary sigh, you barrel into his chest. "You," you tell him, arms hugging his waist for emphasis. With one word you burrow into another chamber of Ransom's heart. "I just need you," you mumble against his neck. 
"You've got me." Easily so, and he's trying not to freak out about it. And to think he was actually trying to get the upper hand here.
You rub his back, lifting the tension away with your care. Each sweep of your hand says I'm sorry. You're important to me. 
Without saying a word you make Ransom believe he has something worthwhile to offer beyond his money and connections. He mimics your touch, feeling you relax when his fingers knead the remnants of a demanding workweek from your shoulders.
The once stifling silence gradually morphs into an easy peace. You're soft and warm against him. Clean, airy notes of your body wash waft under his nose. 
"Feeling better?"
"Yeah." There's life and warmth in your voice again and relief in your puffy, red eyes when you look at him. "Do you mind if we order take-out and just stay in tonight? After dealing with people all week, I just want a quiet night with you."
Because he's enough for you. He'll spend the rest of the night marveling at that.
Ransom kisses your forehead. "We can do that."
"Thank you." You lay your head on his heart. 
"Sweetheart?"
"Hmm?"
"Next time, try apologizing without clothes on. It's so much more effective."
You shake with laughter and smile for the first time since you got home. 
"Who says I'm done apologizing?"
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So this came to me because I currently have a crummy crusty head cold and I feel like garbage, and I thought how would my favorite fictional characters act or what would they do if you had a cold or were sick. Enjoy!
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Dean Winchester:
He’s always hated when you’re sick, even though you never say anything he can tell you don’t feel good
Catching you falling asleep, he’ll always scoop you up and bring you to your shared room, putting you under the covers.
He’ll go and grab some extra blankets in case you throw off the covers and then end up getting cold.
Getting some cozy soft socks and a soft fuzzy sleep eye mask he sets out some aspirin and various cold medication
Once you wake from your nap or are just lounging in bed, he’ll make you whatever you want to eat normally: grilled cheese and tomato soup or some chicken noodle soup.
Eventually he’ll join you in bed not caring that he could get sick himself, and if he does he knows you’ll be his sexy nurse
And he’ll always remember to buy plenty of ice cream (your favorite flavor of course) and pie so you can both share.
He will do anything to help you feel better, even reading that “slutty whore book” out loud, watching you smile as he reads a particularly filthy part. Smirking at you he tells you that when you’re feeling better it's time to re-enact some of these scenes.
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Bucky Barnes
He was used to Steve being sick all the time when they were younger, but you were different. You always tried to be strong and not let on you were sick until you were super sick.
He would watch you trying to work and dozing off, your head would drop and then you would wake up looking miserable
Frowning he would walk over to you and carefully pick you up and carry you to you room, putting you in some soft and warm pajamas
He would take your temperature and if too warm would use his metal arm to cool you down, making sure to keep a heavy blanket nearby just in case.
Would cook you his Ma’s famous chicken noodle soup, he made it all the time for Steve and if he liked it so would you
Hearing your wheeze breath and your clogged nose made him think of Steve and he would always get some hot water and a towel to help clear your sinuses
If you had a cough he would get you the same cough syrup he would get for Steve amazed that they still made it, and would make sure you would take it
Baking cookies just because he knew they were your favorite, and hoping you can taste them.
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Steve Rogers:
Hearing you cough or sneeze always brought back bad memories from pre serum times
He always heard the wheeze, cough, or sniffle first before you even knew you were sick, so he would stock up on supplies
Buying your favorite snacks, he would set everything up in your bedroom. He would make sure Tony would get all the streaming services so you could watch anything you wanted too.
Getting a nice hot bath together, he would use your favorite bubble bath, light your favorite candles and put on some of your favorite music
Buying you the softest, warmest pajamas he could find he also got some cooler clothes in case you got too warm
After the bath he would carry you to bed, watching you slide under the covers he sits on the bed and listens to your day until you trail off and fall asleep
He would pick up any prescriptions or any cold medication you would need, always double checking if you wanted anything else (snacks, ect) before coming home
Sometimes if you had trouble sleeping he would tell you stories about him and Bucky, silly things that happened, sometimes maybe serious things too.
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Ransom Drysdale:
He wants you to stay far away with him, keeping your runny nose away from his trademark sweaters
Initially hearing you cough and sniff at night when trying to sleep annoys him, after the third night he feels bad for you and calls for a private doctor to check you out.
After finding out you're legitimately sick, he buys you a cashmere throw and has an actual masseuse come in to help you relax.
Setting up the guest house just for you to recover in, no expenses spared anything you need he gets no matter how outlandish or expensive.
He’ll cater in your favorite foods from anywhere, that gelato you loved? It’s flying in from Italy, that spicy ramen you had years ago? Just arrived still hot
Grabbing one of Harlan’s books he will sit with you in the guest house bedroom and read to you, but will deny it if you tell anyone, but enjoys seeing your reaction to the twist at the end.
He will make sure any type of medicine you need is yours. Pharmacy closed? Not anymore. Now its open 24/7
While he initially avoided you before he now knows you are really sick and demands you let him hold you, otherwise he just scowls at you.
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eulalielatibule · 2 months
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Valentine Canine
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Word Count: 1.2 k
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Summary: Ransom gets you a puppy for Valentine's Day.
Warnings: Fluff, smut (fingering, touching over clothes, interrupted O.) Cursing, dogs, mentions of shelter.
A/N: This is a repost from my old account, @/hevans-angel. Part of my AU that I'm naming "...And they were Roommates." The first part was Pine-ing For You, enjoy this new part! Happy Valentine's Day!
This was a bad idea.
This was a really, really fucking bad idea.
Ransom scowled as he looked through the windows at the overly excited puppies romping around. It was the day before Valentine’s Day and you not-so-subtly hinted that you wanted a puppy. You had been begging your boyfriend for a puppy since new years.
“We're a family now, Ran, we need a puppy to complete the picture,” you’d say, dramatically. To which he always said no to. All animals- according to Ransom- were messy and gross; the smells, hair, drool, the sounds they made. Sure, he had wanted a puppy when he was a kid, but his mother never let him- which was hypocritical considering she had no problem with Harlan’s dogs. Some may say that his dislike of animals stemmed from that.
He would just say to eat shit.
Despite all that, Ransom loved you; he loved you a lot. Ever since Christmas the two of you had grown closer than ever. So if him putting up with some pest was going to make you happy, that’s what he would do.
As he continued to search for the right puppy for his girl, he spotted a beagle at the top of a doggy pile, acting like the queen to her throne. Suddenly he was thrust back to when he was a kid, curled up on the couch at his grandad’s house and watching Charlie Brown on the TV. The Peanuts were a classic, and it was something that little Ransom loved indulging in; the humor, the simplicity, the comfort. Plus it was something that he and Harlan bonded over, and anything that got him attention from his grandad was very special.
He needed no time to think before he pointed to the puppy and said,
“That one. Give me that one.”
💕🐶💕
“Ransom, I’m home!” You called as you came through the door, arms full with grocery bags. You were planning on cooking a romantic dinner for you two, not feeling up to going out for a fancy dinner. There were also some more fun things, namely a little red lingerie piece you had found at one of the many boutiques that were in Boston.
Thud!
You stopped putting away the groceries to see what had made the loud sound. Through the glass door to the backyard you saw a flustered Ransom. He looked to be busy with something; you couldn't tell what it was, however.
"Babe, what are you doing?" You inquired through the now open door. Your boyfriend's back was facing you, and he was hunched over and holding onto whatever it was that was bothering him. "Do you need help?" You started to step outside but he quickly stopped you. 
"No!" He protested, back still towards you but his head was turned in your direction. "No, just go back inside, I've got this." He sounded agitated, which was usual for Ransom, but you were still curious as to what was going on. Deciding to let it go, you simply roll your eyes.
"Okay, Grumpy Pants, come back inside when you're done." You said before going back inside and finishing putting everything away.
Somehow, Ransom was able to get the hyper puppy into a little cage he bought today. He also bought her a collar and leash, a few toys (nothing that made any noise though,) and food and bowls. He set her up a place in the garage, and he planned on surprising you with her in the morning at breakfast.
Admittedly, he was starting to like the puppy. He had decided to name her Peanut- an ode to her origins (and disgustingly cute.) It suited her, though, and he had a feeling you'd like it as well.
After saying goodnight to Peanut, he went up to his and your room. You were already in bed, in your pajamas and watching a show on the flat screen in front of you. He stripped himself of his clothes, leaving on just his briefs, before climbing in next to you. He turned the TV off and pulled you close against him. You giggled and kissed him softly, one of your hands playing with his fluffy hair.
"Mm… Hi, love." You whispered, nuzzling your nose against his cheek. You felt one of Ransom's hands wander down your back and grab your butt. He ground his hips against you, causing you to feel how hard his dick was for you. 
"Hi," he whispered back, his lips caressing your neck. His tongue poked out as he kissed and sucked the delicate skin and his hand found its way into your pajama shorts, rubbing your clit over your panties. You moaned and rocked against his hand. Just as things were heating up, you heard a bark. Judging from the way Ransom went stiff, he heard it too.
“What was that?” You asked, barely being able to turn around before Ransom plunged two of his thick fingers into you, causing you to gasp. He rubbed the pads of his fingers against your walls, kissing up your neck and stopping at your ear.
“Ignore it. Probably just the neighbors.” He thrust his fingers faster, easily finding the sweet spot that made you make all sorts of pretty sounds for him. You clung to Ransom, approaching your orgasm fast- until another bark came. This time it was closer, and you were able to hear the sound of nails tapping against the hardwood floor. You pushed his hand away and sat up all while Ransom huffed.
“No, that wasn’t the neighbor’s dog. It’s coming from inside the house.” Just then, the bedroom door (which Ransom was now cursing himself for not shutting it completely,) opened and the culprit in question came running in.
“A puppy!” You squealed, practically flying out from under the covers to pick the precious pooch up. She covered your face in kisses, her body wiggling around in excitement. “You got me a puppy?” Ransom, looking tired and quite honestly done with life, sighed and nodded.
“Yeah. I was going to give it to you tomorrow but I guess the little shit got out of her cage.”
“Hey! Don’t call her that, she’s an angel,” you cooed, kissing the top of her furry head. It was then you saw  the name on her tag and you grinned. “She’s our little Peanut, aren’t you?” Ransom couldn’t help but smile as he watched you with her.
“Yeah, she’s our little peanut that cockblocked me.” He grumbled. You giggled and got back in bed.
“Aww, don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you later.”
“Later? Why not now?” He whined, trying to ignore Peanut as she attempted to get him to play with her.
“Because now our daughter needs some love and attention; and I refuse to have sex while she’s in our bed.”
“Now wait just a min-” you interrupted his objection with your best pout and Disney Princess eyes; he could never resist that combo.
Defeated, Ransom laid back down and you copied, Peanut curling up in between her new mommy and daddy.
“You’re lucky I love you, you know.” He said as he watched you two snuggle. You smiled and leaned over, kissing him sweetly.
“Happy Valentine’s Day. This is the best gift ever.” He returned your kiss, the smile you loved finally back on his handsome face.
“Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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likeahorribledream · 2 months
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new guy
» CHAPTER TEN: A LITTLE GUIDANCE
CHAPTER NINE
SUMMARY: WHAT LIES AHEAD FOR YOU AND RANSOM?
PAIRING: Ransom x Reader
WORD COUNT: 5.0K
WARNINGS: Fluff, angst. New Girl AU.
REQUEST: Librarian!Reader, she’s shy and insecure about her appearance.
18+. Minors DNI.
ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ
𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃
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As soon as the door slams shut Theo and Chase come out of his room, looking around to see if the coast is clear.
"How bad do you think it is?" Theo asks.
"Pretty bad." Chase sighs. "I'm gonna go check up on her." He stops in front of your door and knocks softly. "It's me, princess. Can I come in?" 
You poke your head out from under the covers long enough to tell him to come in and disappear under them again right after. 
"Are you ok?" Your best friend asks as he closes the door behind him and walks over to your bed. 
"No. I'm not." Your voice breaks as more tears rush out of you. 
"What happened?" He sits on the edge of your bed and pushes back the covers to let you breathe. 
"I don't want to talk about it." You keep your back to him, curling up on yourself. 
He reaches over to you and rubs your back. "Where's Ransom?" 
You shrug. "I don't know, I think he- he left." You reach for a pillow and hug it tightly to your chest to try to calm yourself down.
"Want me to stay with you?" He pushes back your hair, away from your face.
"Can I be alone, please?" You whisper, scared that if you speak any louder you're going to break. 
"Of course. If you need me or Theo, just send us a text." Chase leans down and kisses your temple before standing up. "We love you." He adds before leaving. 
Ransom waits for his Über to show up to take him to his destination. 
"If you want a good tip and review I'd recommend not talking unless it's to ask for directions.."
The driver nods as he looks at him through the mirror. "Got it." 
With now time to think about what he wants to say, Ransom writes a few things down on his phone to make sure not to forget anything. He has a lot of questions to ask. 
The driver, as promised, keeps his mouth shut and Ransom gives him 5 stars and a $50 tip just for leaving him alone. 
He gets out of the car and up the few steps that lead to the front door, going in right after knocking. 
It's only been a few months since he has stepped into this house but it feels like it has been years. Things change quickly, he has changed too. Probably more so in the past few months than he has over the past 10 years. 
"I thought we were finally rid of you." Fran sighs as she sees Ransom walking toward her. 
"Fuck off." He says as he walks past her to his grandfather's office. He knocks but this time he waits for permission before walking in. 
"I like the beard and longer hair. It suits you." Harlan says to him as he takes a seat. 
"Mh. Thanks." He runs his fingers through his hair. 
"Not a fan of the bloodshot eyes though." 
Ransom sighs and glances down at the desk before looking back up. "Why did you have kids?" 
Harlan sits back in his chair and looks at his grandson, really looks at him, frowning. "What do you mean?"
"Have you always wanted kids? Is it because Nana and Great Nana wanted them for you? Why did you choose to have kids?" 
Harlan takes a moment to really think about his answer, he's not sure why Ransom is asking him this but he has a feeling that his answer could potentially change Ransom's opinion. Whatever it is. "I don't know how it happened." He says sincerely. "I don't remember ever thinking about wanting to have kids until I met your Nana. I was a lot like you when I was younger. Reckless and handsome." He teases to lighten up the mood. "You often hear people say "I met the love of my life and my world got turned upside down" but when I met the love of my life my world finally made sense. All the puzzle pieces fell into place and everything felt right. I loved her with all of my being, still do. There's not a day that I don't miss her but she's not really truly gone because I see little pieces of her in every single one of you." He smiles fondly. "I can't say when exactly I decided to have kids, all I remember is thinking that the world would be a better place with more of her in it. Now that she's gone, I'm glad I have all of you to remind me of her."  
"Would you still choose to have kids if you knew how bad we were going to turn out?" 
"Not everyone turned out bad and it's not entirely their fault if they did." 
"Meg is fine but the rest of us, not so much." 
"You turned out fine." Harlan looks at Ransom with a smile and pride in his eyes.
Ransom can't help but laugh. "In what world did I turn out fine?" 
"Look at how much you've changed since I cut you off, how much you've grown. For the first time in… years, you look happy. Genuinely happy."
Ransom shrugs and looks down. "I was." 
"It's that girl, right? Your friend that Marta helped? You fell in love."
It's not a question, it doesn't need to be.
"What happened?" 
Rubbing his hands over his face and sighing, Ransom feels close to breaking down again. "She wants to have kids." 
"And you don't?" Harlan asks curiously.
"Why would I? With how fucked up our family is, I don't need to put that kind of burden on a child or on her. She deserves better. My dad cheats on my mom constantly, they both hate me and each other." He shakes his head. "I'll be a shitty dad and a shitty husband." 
"Tell me, do you think your dad stops to think "am I being a shitty husband?" before cheating on your mother?" 
"Fuck no." Ransom laughs but there's no joy to it.
"Exactly."
Ransom frowns and raises a brow, confused. "Exactly, what?"
Harlan chuckles and sits up on his chair, leaning forward on his desk. "You are not your father. You are nothing like your father. You love her, you care about her. Let's forget about your parents, about this family. It's just you and her in the world, would you have kids with her?" 
"Of course I would. She's my whole fucking world, I'd do anything for her. I'd give her anything she asked for but this is the real world and Drysdale men don't make good fathers." 
"Then break the cycle." Harlan says, like it's the most obvious solution. 
"Oh, right. Sure. Just like that." Ransom answers, clearly being sarcastic as he rolls his eyes. 
"Why not? Are you a good boyfriend to her?" 
"I don't know. I guess."
"Do you love her? Show her affection? Treat her right? Take care of her? Respect her?" 
"I do."
"Then you've already broken the cycle of Drysdale men being shitty boyfriends or husbands. If you can do that then you can break the bad father cycle." 
"What if I can't and I end up ruining her life and the kid's life?"
"What if you can and you end up being happy with a great family?" 
"I hate it when you answer my question with a question." He shakes his head.
"I know you do." Harlan chuckles. 
"I'm scared I might have lost her." Ransom admits, so quietly that Harlan almost missed it.
"If you love her then fight for her. If you just give up then you're sure to lose her. Go home, fix it." 
Ransom runs a hand through his hair. "We have two roommates, they are protective of her, they probably won't let me talk to her alone and if they do they'll just hide and listen to everything." 
"Here." Harlan opens his desk drawer and pulls out a set of keys. "Send them there."
"Are those the keys to my old house?"
"Those are the keys to the house that I paid for. Now go, fight for your girl. Make me proud." 
Ransom stands up and takes the keys. He walks over to the door and opens it, turning around to add one more thing. "Please don't tell anyone about me and her. I don't want them anywhere near my relationship." 
Harlan nods. "You got it. Your secret is safe with me." 
"Thank you. For everything." 
His grandfather smiles at him. "I'm proud of you Ransom." 
He walks out of the house while taking his phone out of his pocket and tries to call you. He's not surprised when you don't pick up, it was to be expected. He hangs up to get an Über and he's surprised to see how late it is already. He hadn't realized that so much time had passed. It's almost dinner time but it feels later than that because of how dark it already is outside. 
On his ride home, Ransom thinks about how or what he'll need to do to get you alone without the guys. 
Once he gets dropped off near the building, he calls Theo to say he needs to see both he and Chase to clear the air before seeing you. After the call, he runs up the stairs and waits until he's sure they are gone. 
After the night they had locked you up in the loft together you had confiscated the keys from that specific lock and put them all in a drawer in the kitchen so while the guys are moving down to the first floor, Ransom quietly sneaks into the loft and locks the door. He leaves the key just in case one of you wants to get out, he doesn't want to hold you hostage he just wants to keep the guys out until he has had a chance to have a real talk with you. 
He sends them a quick text to tell them where he hid the key of his old house with the address. The guys would be pissed if they weren't so impressed by how quickly Ransom has learned to play by their rules. Plus, there are worse ways to spend your Saturday night than in a giant, beautiful house. 
Once he's sure the guys won't be interrupting anything Ransom takes off his shoes and his jacket, leaving them close to the front door. He takes a few deep breaths to settle his nerves before heading to your room. 
He usually loves moments when the loft is calm and in complete silence, like right now, but tonight he wishes there would be a noise, a sound, anything to cover his nervous heartbeat and the blood rushing through his veins at an incredible speed.
Ransom turns the knob and walks in without a sound before closing the door again. He moves closer to your bed, his heart clenching painfully at the sight of you looking so small and fragile, almost broken. He hates that he did this to you.
Lifting up the covers, Ransom carefully gets into your bed and lies behind you. A sigh of relief almost escapes his lips when you don't flinch or tense up at his presence, counting it as a small win. 
You have no idea what time it is, all you know is that you've spent the entire day in bed crying, sleeping or staring at the wall in front of you. You're tired and your body aches from lying in the same position for hours on end, yet you can't find the energy to move. Not even to turn around. Chase and Theo check up on you often to make sure you don't need anything, maybe that's why you're able to tell right away when it's Ransom who comes in and not one of your other roommates. 
You let him get in and settle down right behind you without saying anything. What is there to say that hasn't already been said earlier? 
What you don't expect is for him to reach over and wrap his arm around you, like he always does, and you feel terrible for jumping the way you do. Ransom tries to move his arm away when he sees and feels you get scared but you stop him, putting your hand on top of his. 
Ransom's eyes are burning with unshed tears as he wraps his front around your back, getting as close to you as physically possible. 
"I'm sorry for leaving the way I did." He says quietly, not surprised to hear the pain in his own voice. "Can you turn around, please?" 
You hesitate but slowly turn around to be facing him. As soon as he sees your face he moves his hand away from your waist and uses it to wipe off the fresh tears on your cheeks, not realizing that his own are now running free.
"I'm so sorry, kitten. I'm so fucking sorry." He whispers, knowing that his voice can't get any louder without breaking or wavering. 
You're fast to cover his cheeks with your hands, using your thumbs to make his tears disappear as soon as they come out. "You don't have to apologize. Sometimes things just don't work out." You give him the tiniest of smiles to show him you're not mad. You could never be mad at him for knowing what he wants or doesn't want. 
Ransom's eyes widen as he realizes why you think he's apologizing. "No, no, no, no." He says quickly and puts his index finger under your chin to make you look in his eyes. "I went to see Harlan today and we talked, for hours. You were right. I'm not my dad and I'll never be my dad. I love you, I'm fucking crazy about you and I never want to hurt you. I promise I'll never cheat on you or do anything else to hurt you, to hurt us." 
"Oh, Ran. I know you won't. The thought never even crossed my mind and I love you, I really do that's why it hurts so much but we want different things. As much as I love and adore you, I haven't changed my mind about wanting to have kids. I'm sorry." 
"I know, kitten. That's what I'm trying to say." He grabs your cheeks with both of his hands and rests his forehead against yours. "I changed my mind."
Your eyes widen and you quickly sit up. "Are you for real?"
"Yes." He sits up too, facing you. 
"A few hours ago you didn't even want to think about having kids, Ran this isn't like changing your mind about getting a cat." 
"Like I said, I talked to Harlan and he opened my eyes on a few things." He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, letting his fingers linger across your cheek. "If it were someone else, I wouldn't have changed my mind but it's you. I know you won't be scared to call me out if I do something bad and I know I'll love our kids because they will be yours. I really thought about it, I'm sure."
You stare at him speechless. "Maybe you should take some more time to think about it." You suggest, a little taken aback.
"I don't need to." 
You're shocked that he has changed his mind so rapidly but also shocked that you believe him even if you think an afternoon isn’t enough to make such a big decision. He seems so sure of himself, there's not even an ounce of doubt in his voice, in his words or in his eyes. 
Before you try to argue again, Ransom closes the distance between the two of you and kisses you. It starts off chaste and soft but it quickly turns sloppy and full of need, full of desire. One of his hands travels down your body to the small of your back where his hand then moves under your shirt. He sighs at the contact of your warm, soft skin and moves closer to you. 
You put your hands to the back of his head where you tangle your fingers in his hair to keep him close, as if he'd ever dare to leave you like this. 
Ransom kisses the corner of your lips and trails down from your cheek to the side of your neck to give you a chance to breathe. He sucks and nips at the skin, smiling against your neck when he feels you shiver. 
You bite your lower lip and close your eyes to let yourself get lost in his touch. 
He lifts up his head and he grins at the sight in front of him. "You look so beautiful." He presses his lips to yours, stealing your breath once more. He helps you lie down on your back, holding himself up with one hand flat on the mattress while the other is still on your back. He lowers himself with you and settles his body on top of yours, between your legs so as to not crush you under his weight. His hand that's on your back moves from under you and comes to take yours instead, intertwining his fingers with yours as he raises them above your head to rest on the pillow. 
Once again Ransom breaks off the kiss to let you breathe and instead presses soft kisses all over your cheeks, forehead and nose. He stops to look down into your eyes when he feels you cupping his cheek in the palm of your free hand to get his attention. 
"I love you." You say softly after feeling the urge to say it first this time. 
Ransom's breath hitches in his throat and he gently squeezes your hand that he's holding. He gets lost in his own mind for a few moments, trying to think back to the last time that someone told him they loved him and meant it. For years girls have told him they loved him, not because that was how they felt but because they thought it could get them expensive gifts or money. It didn't. Those three little words have always turned Ransom off, until tonight. He used to hate hearing them but now they might be his favorite words. "Fuck." He curses quietly under his breath, his heart is pounding in his chest in the most wonderful way. "I love you." He adds quickly right before kissing the tip of your nose. "Wanna get started on those babies?" He asks you, cheekily as he wiggles his eyebrows and grins down at you. 
You can't help but laugh at his playful attitude. You tilt your head a little to the side, matching his playfulness. "Are you sure you want the babies and not just the baby making?" 
"I'm a big, big fan of the baby making." He smirks. "But I'm gonna be an even bigger fan of the babies that come from it." 
You shake your head as you smile, amused. "How about for right now we practice and we can talk about babies tomorrow morning?" 
"Anything you want, my love." He smiles as he leans down to kiss you. The moment your lips touch, his playfulness is gone and all of his focus is on making you feel good, beautiful and loved beyond words. Over and over again until you're both too exhausted to move.
Ransom rolls off of you and lies on his back next to you, letting you both catch your breath. You wiggle closer until you’re flushed against his side and rest the back of your head on his bicep. He moves his head to look at you and smiles at how relaxed and at peace you look. He wraps his index finger and thumb on both sides of your jaw to angle your head in the right direction to give him easy access to your lips as he leans in to kiss you. He nips at your bottom lip before pulling away.
‘’We totally just made a baby, I can feel it.’’ He rests his head back on the pillow and looks up at the ceiling. 
You laugh and take the hand that was on your face, holding it between yours as you close your eyes. ‘’I think it’s going to take a little while before we do. At least I hope so.’’
Ransom frowns and turns his head to look at you. ‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’
You blindly trace his pinky ring with the tip of your finger, slowly opening your eyes to look back at him. ‘’I love how excited you are about this but we don’t need to have a kid now. We need money, lots of it and our own place because I’m not taking care of a newborn baby on top of taking care of Theo and Chase.’’
‘’Right.’’ He sighs. ‘’I keep forgetting that money is an issue for me now.’’
You raise a hand to his beard and gently scratch with your fingers along his jawline. ‘’We just need to come up with a plan, to make sure we’re ready when it does happen. If we did make a baby tonight, we’ll make it work but I’d like to be prepared.’’
‘’It’s a good thing that one of us is smart.’’ 
‘’Don’t say that, you’re smart too.’’ 
‘’Oh, I know. I was talking about myself.’’ He laughs at your shocked gasp and kisses your temple. ‘’I’m just teasing.’’
You sit up to put your shirt and leggings back on. ‘’I hope you enjoyed getting laid earlier because that was the last time in a very long while.’’ You stick out your tongue at him before hurrying out of your bed and heading to the bathroom to take a shower. 
‘’No, come back.’’ He tries to stop you from getting out of bed but you’re too quick. ‘’Kitten.’’ He whines and smiles when he hears you laugh. He gets out of bed and follows you to the bathroom, not bothering with putting on any clothes since it’s just the two of you and he has locked out your other two roommates. ‘’What are we doing?’’ He asks, innocently.
‘’I’m taking a shower.’’ You turn on the water to let it warm up before getting in.
‘’What a great idea for us to take a shower.’’ 
You bite down on your lip, trying not to laugh and encourage him. You shake your head instead. 
He leans down to kiss the side of your neck, covering every inch of skin with his lips as he puts his hands under the front of your shirt to cover your stomach. ‘’Need some help with your clothes, kitten?’’ He nips at the skin right under your ear, making you shiver.
You slightly lean back into him, making him think he has won but you quickly snap out of it and pull away. ‘’I got it, thanks. I’ll be done soon if you want to take a shower after.’’ You take off your clothes and walk inside the shower, closing the door behind you as you step under the water. 
A few seconds later you feel a big gush of cold air coming in, making you aware that Ransom has opened the door. He steps in and stands behind you as he closes the door right after. 
‘’Ran, what are you doing?’’ You don’t turn around, your poker face sucks and you want to pretend to be mad for as long as you can. 
‘’Just making sure my beautiful baby mama is safe.’’ He wraps his arms around your shoulders and kisses the back of your head. 
You laugh quietly and lean back into him. ‘’I’m not a baby mama yet.’’
‘’Yet. But I’m working on it..’’ He moves his hands to rest on top of your stomach and you almost melt at how adorable he is being since coming back from Harlan’s. 
A small part of you wants to tease him and tell him that he’s being super cheesy but the sincerity in his voice stops you. Instead you put your hands on top of his and relax under the hot water. 
‘’Ran?’’ You say his name quietly after a few minutes of just holding one another. 
‘’Yes, my love?’’ 
‘’I’m starving.’’ 
He chuckles. ‘’Yeah, me too. Let’s wash up and then we can go out.’’
‘’Out? Ransom Drysdale are you taking me out on a date?’’ You turn your head to look up at him.
He smiles and kisses your forehead. ‘’I don’t know if you can call it a date because I definitely can’t afford fancy restaurants but we’re going out to eat.’’ 
‘’Well, lucky for you I’m more of a small restaurant kinda girl. Small prices, big portions and I have my own money.’’ 
‘’I’m paying and I sure am lucky.’’ He smiles before letting go of you to grab the soap. 
By the time you get out there is no more hot water but neither of you care. You head back to your rooms to get dressed and meet back at the front door.
You’ve decided to walk to the small italian restaurant a few blocks away, you’ve gone often but Ransom hasn’t had a chance to eat there yet and you have a feeling he’s going to love it. You, Theo and Chase have been going there for years and the owners know you well, they often give you discounts that you pay back in their tip. 
You sit at your usual table and Ransom surprises you by sitting next to you instead of sitting across from you. You are so used to your boyfriends being either ashamed of being seen with you or trying to hide that they have a girlfriend in case they run into their other girlfriends that you’re always pleasantly surprised to see Ransom doing the exact opposite. He puts his arm on the back of your chair once he's settled and runs his fingers up the back of your neck as he takes one of the menus to decide on what to eat. 
You on the other hand don't even look at the menu because you know exactly what you're going to eat, the same thing as usual. 
"Everything looks so good." He says as he flips through the few pages with his free hand. 
"It tastes even better, I promise." 
"I bet. It smells amazing in here." He quickly glances around to see what is on other people's plates to potentially help him make a decision. There are so many choices and it's hard to choose just one.
A waiter comes over to pour you water and take your orders, leaving swiftly after. 
Ransom gets closer and kisses your cheek as he reaches for his glass of water at the same time with his free hand, taking a few quick sips before putting it down. He watches as you lean into his side, smiling as he watches you yawn and rest your head on his shoulder. Bringing his hand up to your head, he gently strokes your hair while kissing the top of your head. "Tired, my love?" 
You nod. "Yes. Today was exhausting." 
His heart clenches at the painful thought of everything he put you through today. "I'm so sorry." 
"You don't have to apologize, Ran." 
"Yes, I do. I hurt you and I made you cry. I'm sorry." 
You tilt your head to be able to look at him without having to move away from his shoulder. "You didn't hurt me or make me cry. I was scared that we were done and I didn't want us to be."
"You're not getting rid of me that easily." He teases, smiling lovingly down at you. 
"Good, I don't want you to go anywhere." You smile back at him, a look of pure adoration in your eyes.
Anyone that would look at the two of you right now could see, without even knowing you, that you're in love with each other. The looks, the smiles and the touches are filled with respect and need for each other that makes it beautiful to watch the interaction between you two. 
You barely let go of each other long enough to eat and as soon as you're done you find yourself back into Ransom's side. 
The same waiter from earlier comes back over to clear your plates and ask if you need anything else.
"I'm full, thank you." You smile before finishing your water and putting your empty glass back on the table.
"Just the check." 
You try to pay for your half of the bill but Ransom insists on paying, you know better than to try and fight him. Instead you might "find" $20 in his jeans pockets while doing the laundry, that you'll make sure to give back. 
You walk back to the loft with your arm around his waist and his arm around your shoulders. Walking is a great way to help the food go down but the air is getting cold and gets through your clothes. 
Once in the elevator Ransom pushes on the button for your floor and wraps his arms around you, hiding you under his coat to help warm you up. Back in the apartment, he locks the door again to keep the other two out for the night and meets you in the bathroom to brush his teeth as you do the same. You both head back to his room, closing the door behind you, then taking off your clothes to get into his bed. He stays in only his briefs while you steal one of his t-shirts to cover yourself with for the night.
"I love you, thank you for tonight." You press a kiss to his chest before laying your head on top of his heart, just in time to hear it flutter at the first three words of your sentence. 
"I love you." He rubs your back, closing his eyes as he breathes you in. 
Thankfully the day ends in the exact same way it started: You in the arms of the man that you love feeling good and protected, right where you belong.
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