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bluemusickid · 4 hours ago
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Are You Mine?
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem! Reader
Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of cheating (it's Ransom, come on) pretty/very dark (atleast by my standards lol), angst, orgasm denial, slight degradation kink, bondage, Dom/sub dynamics, slight dubcon, mentions of blood, knives, dark!Reader, DEAD DOVE. DO NOT EAT. MINORS DNI.
A/N: I am SUPER late on this. Like really, really late. But there were simply no ideas, WHOOPS. Anyways, I wrote this for @cockslut-padalecki 's challenge and omg it was a whirlwind of emotions! Congratulations, sweetie, you deserve each and every single one of your followers!! I hope this is a good read, I was not so sure of it, tbvh. It took 10 drafts to get it to this point. Whew. Hopefully it has paid off, and hopefully it follows the prompt. 😅
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Prompt: “I'm not gonna hear your reasons and ‘please-just-take-me-backs.’ We never were right. Don't waste your breath” - How You Love Me Now: Hey Monday
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You couldn't believe how naïve you were sometimes. Years of meditation, self control, mind healing classes, all gone to shit. What was this terrible coping mechanism?
You saw Ransom that night. You saw him with a girl. It shouldn't matter to you and yet, it did. It made your heart hurt.
You remembered all the good times you had with him. He was like a beacon of light in your life, making you come alive. But you were insecure, and you knew it. He was always with you, and yet, some part of you always felt that he wasn't. Like he was holding himself back, not divulging his truth. You gave him the benefit of the doubt many times. Home late three days in a row? C'mon, babe, you know it was an hectic and nerve racking time at Blood Like Wine, what with the deal with Netflix coming through. He said this with a flourish, kissing you with ardent passion. You believed him, your senses in a disarray as he worked your body into exhaustion with his ardent and zealous loving; if it could be equated with the feeling.
The next time, his shirt collar was stained with lipstick. You questioned him, yet again, with the answer being prompt. "Babe, you left that mark, remember? On our trip to Concord?" Not giving you time to think, he'd bent you over the table promptly, pulling up your skirt to leave a smack on your plump bottom, fingers ghosting over your clothed pussy.
"You're always so hungry for my cock, kitten. How can you forget all the marks you leave on me, as I fuck this pretty pussy? Looks like i'm gonna have to refresh your memory." He rasped, tearing your panties down and plunging into you, the feel of him being buried to the hilt wiping all your previous thoughts clean. There was no way he'd cheat on you. He loved you too much, you thought, feeling his fingers tighten around your neck as he neared his end.
How naïve of you. How very naïve.
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You worst fears came true, the blood in your veins turning to ice. You couldn't believe your eyes as you took in the scene that unfolded in front of your eyes.
It was honestly so cliché, the whole in flagrante delicto thing. But what more could you expect from him? And it was your fault, honestly. You should've trusted your gut instinct, the deeper parts of your brain screaming at you to keep a check on this two-faced monster you called a boyfriend.
You walked out of the house as silently as you could, tears running down your face. You almost felt sorry for the girl he was fucking, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he took her from behind. Jesus. She'd be a bigger fool if she actually believed his lies.
You sat in car and drove, drove, drove, to god knows where. You stopped at a little nook, switched off your phone and cried. Cried for a few minutes, hours, honestly, who knew? Time evaded you as you sat there, numb. You remembered all the good times, all the vacations and trips, all the memories. All tainted simply because he couldn't get his dick wet enough. You scoffed. You were a bigger fool than that broad. Atleast she was in it only for the sex. You, you were in deeper. You were in it for love, for marriage, for a future with Ransom. It hurt because after so long, his words actually meant something to you. He was the ideal man for you. Yes, he had his vices, but who didn't? You had promised yourself that you could change him, heal him from his past traumas. You would make him better and spend a lifetime together. But now, he'd gone and blown the whole goddamn boat.
You wiped your eyes, taking deep, cleansing breaths, like your therapist had taught you. You knew what you had to do. You just didn't know if you were strong enough to do it.
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Ransom walked into your house, ready to fuck you into the mattress. He'd come to enjoy his routine a lot. Spend the day at work, meet a few girls and fuck their brains out and come home to you. Poor, unsuspecting you, who was too stupid for her own good. He felt pity for the naïve, little girl that you were, cleaning after him and always making sure that he'd always had a hot meal to eat. He'd been bored at first, trying to woo you, the prick tease that you were. But those doe-eyes of yours, which looked at him like he was the best thing in this world? Fuck, he'd be lying if he said those didn't get him hard.
He walked in, half expecting you to be cooking dinner, ever the 1950s dame. But what he saw stopped him in his tracks, because what he saw wasn't a cute little mousy creature. It was the subject of his wet dreams. You were in the slinkiest red teddy, with thigh highs, and Louboutins which accentuated the curve of your ass really well. Ransom could already feel himself getting hard, at the mere thought of throwing you to the ground at that instant and fucking you into oblivion.
"You're home early." You said, the sultry undertone to your voice a surprise.
"...Yes. I..I thought I would surprise you but I guess.. I'm the one who's ended up being surprised." He murmured, his voice breaking as he adjusted himself. You saw the movement and smirked, proud of yourself. He wanted you.
"I thought you might like it. I bought as a gift for you. You've been working so hard at the office, and I thought you deserve a lil' reward for all the work that you've been doing."
And so you let the little satin robe slip off your shoulders, watching his eyes darken as the garment floated to the ground.
Time to crank it up a notch.
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You half-gasped, half moaned as he deepened the kiss, his tongue ever so slightly touching yours. Pulling free, you let your tongue caress his lips, the soft, pillowy feel driving you nuts. Running it over his lower lip, you sucked on it, slowly allowing your teeth to clamp down. The skin broke and a drop of blood adorned his lip; your tongue darting out and relishing the metallic tang of the liquid. He growled, partly out of pain, but mostly out of arousal. This was a completely different side to his otherwise meek kitten. Was it even her, or a cleverly programmed sex-clone?
He didn't have time to dwell on his questions as you moved your lips, leaving featherlight kisses on his neck. You skimmed your lacy core over the tent formed over his crotch, earning a groan from him; your lips reattaching to his yet again. But this kiss wasn't gentle. The basis of this kiss was pure, unadulterated lust for each other. It was messy, but you didn't pull free, attacking his lips with a ferocity which could only be described as raw animalistic need. Tongues meshed, teeth clashed, you hadn't an inch of space between the two of you and yet it felt like you were miles apart. He grasped your ass tightly, pulling you against him, grinding on his hard-on with all your might. You could feel him hurtling towards completion as his hands gripped your head tightly, his lips becoming even more insistent.
No. This was not how it was meant to go. You pulled away from his lips, standing up suddenly and made your way to the kitchen, rather unsteadily, hearing the faint voice of his, cussing out loudly.
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"What the fuck was that, kitten? Why'd you leave me hanging like that?"
"Oh, babe. I put in all this effort for you and you're not even gonna get to taste it? Tsk tsk. Not fair." Moving around, acting like you were prepping for dinner, you continued, "You can do whatever you like to me after we've had this delicious dinner that i've been slaving away on for hours."
"Please, kitten." He gasped, his voice hoarse with arousal.
You jumped slightly as you felt him grip your hips, grinding his unclothed erection on your satin-clad behind. Smirking to yourself, you jut your ass out a little, reveling in the power you held over him at the moment. You'd never seen this side of him before. Of course, it was partly owing to your timid demeanour and partly due to him calling the shots.
He ground into you, gaining speed, his grunts become louder and louder. "Fuck, you have the best ass, kitten. I'm gonna fuck it so hard one day. But today, I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk, 'til you're begging me for mercy. Will you let me, kitten? Will you let me inside? Will you let me fill you with my cum?" He whispered in your ear, his fingers toying with your clit.
"No."
Pushing away his wandering hands, you turned around and faced him, seemingly displeased. He barely masked his annoyance, caging you between him and the counter. You caught his gaze, folding your arms in defiance.
"Show me how much you want me, Hugh."
He stared at you for a long time, trying to decipher your words. You knew how much he hated you calling him by his first name and yet, you did it. To push his buttons, of course. His façade started cracking, bit by bit as moments passed; not a word said between the two of you.
Pressing himself against you, he whispered, "please, baby. I need you." His lips ghosted over your neck, as he undulated, the feel of him rocking against your stomach going straight to your core. He whimpered, afraid of the way he was feeling and behaving. It was truly unheard of for him to beg; and yet, he did. For you. "Please, kitten. Please let me fuck you." He murmured, hissing as you ran a fingernail along the thick vein of his shaft.
Grasping his hand in yours, you pulled him to your room, glancing back to look at him. He followed you, as if in a daze, his eyes wide and pupils wide, in lust.
This was it. This was the moment you were waiting for.
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You surveyed your creation. There he was, completely at your mercy. You don't know what exactly was turning you on more, him on the bed tied up like that, or the power that you wielded over him. It was truly heady, and you were ready for what would unfold next.
Climbing over him, you kissed him soundly, your tongue melding with his, moaning as you felt him shift underneath you. He was hot and heavy against your ass, his hips moving against you fervently, hoping for some sort of relief.
Moving down, you trailed your tongue down his torso, stopping only to lave his nipples, his groan travelling straight to your core. You took his shaft in your mouth, determined to make him cum in your mouth. Bobbing your head, you left no stone unturned, your tongue moving along his entire length, as you took him in inch by inch, relishing the feel of it's weight. You gave it your all, taking a page out of the book of that bitch he was with. Whoever said you learn a lot from a cheating partner was right. Ransom was completely lost, fervently tugging against the restraints, resigned to his fate. His hips moved of their own volition as he thrust inside your mouth, groaning at the sight of your face; mascara running down your cheeks, spit and precum on your chin. You decided to show him who's in charge, swallowing him whole and staying there, trying not to gag. With a shout, he thrust upwards, his hot cum flooding your mouth. You gratefully pulled back, taking a deep breath and after a beat, opening your mouth to show him the result of yoir actions, swallowing his seed. Both breathing heavily, you enjoyed his darkening gaze; the fact that he was devouring you with his eyes. He panted, his mouth slack, eyes hungry.
"Kitten, that was...amazing. I've never felt anything this intense. Untie me now, please. I need to fuck you. Need to feel your sweet pussy clenching around me as I fuck you to heaven and back. C'mon, honey."
Your breath quickened, his words volatile to your already aroused self. Giving him a small smile, you reached over to the drawer, pulling out a ball gag. Holding it up, you saw him eye it warily, his arms trying to pull on his restraints.
"What's..that, babe? I..I don't think-"
"Ransom, do you trust me?" You asked softly, your fingers softly tracing his lips. He visibly gulped, squirming a bit, unsure of where the conversation was headed.
"O..of course, kitten. You should know that by now." He murmured, his voice laced with uncertainty.
"Good. Because I want you to know that I trust you wholeheartedly, with every pore of my being. I trust you with my love, my life, my soul. I know that you would never do anything to hurt me, and that you would always keep my best interests at heart. And I wished for it to be this way forever, till death do us part."
The words tumbled out of your mouth, as the images of him and girl flashed in front of your eyes, in a loop. You could see him get uncomfortable; a guilty look masking the lust from earlier. Fitting the ball gag in his mouth, you slid down till you reached his crotch, ignoring his soft, muffled protests. Grinding against him till you felt him get hard again, you rubbed him against your wet pussy, juices intermingling and creating a mess.
With a single move, you lowered yourself onto him, burying him inside you, the raw fullness threatening to engulf your senses. His muffled groan turned you on like nothing else as you sped up your actions, losing yourself to the rhythm; till you felt yourself reach your crescendo, and with it bringing him to a finish, as he painted your walls with his spend.
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Nighttime soothed you. It calmed you down. There was nothing like a long drive in the dark, with only the streetlights keeping you company as the wind blew against your face.
The events of the night kept playing in your head. You hated how it all ended. You'd actually fallen deeply in love with Ransom. But he never would've learnt, would he? No, he would go back to his philandering ways again. Plunging that knife deep into his heart as he was coming down from his high, from his throes of passion; it broke you. His screams still echoed in your ear, haunting and chilling as they were. The sight of blood oozing out of him, akin to a river, and with it, his life, was a troubling scene; the sound of him choking, weeping and begging you for mercy being the final nail to the coffin. But it had to be done. Repentance, penitence, was a necessity. In a way, you'd liberated him of all his sins and evils. Atleast him and the bitch would be together now.
The radio crooned in the background, the punk rock song playing, a true irony to your predicament.
I'm not gonna hear
Your reasons and "Please, just take me backs"
We never were right
Don't waste your breath
You smiled bitterly, realising how the future had changed in an instant. How he had changed it in an instant. You wished he hadn't cheated. You wished he hadn't been an asshole. Most of all, you wished that your final memories of him wouldn't be the sight of his beautiful blue eyes, filled with fear and unshed tears. But that was his fault. All of it.
Softly caressing your belly, you silently made a vow; to raise your son to be a better man than his late father ever was, or even would be. If only he were a better man, he would've been there to witness his child grow up.
Oh well. Third time would be a charm. Hopefully.
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fangirlovestuff · 7 hours ago
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Thank You!!<3
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holy shit. this is awesome as hell. long cheesy paragraph incoming.
when i first started writing, i didn’t really know where it was gonna go. i didn’t really know if i was gonna stick with it or it was just a fluke. i remember hearing about other people’s follower count and that just seemed so far from me. but the last year (and a bit) i’ve spent writing has been so incredible. i’ve talked to so many amazing people, and explored my creativity in a way i hadn’t before, and i couldn’t have done it if you weren’t here. 
i know numbers aren’t everything, but it means so, so much to know a thousand people were interested enough in what i’m writing to follow me. a thouand people is so insanely much, it’s honestly hard to wrap my head around it.
thank you for being here. thank you for reading my fics, thank you for every like and reblog and comment. thank you for every ask and message. thank you for allowing me to share my work in such an amazing space.
there truly aren’t enough words to express my gratitude, and i would hug every single one of you if i could. yes, even the bots that are probably here lmao
to the more official stuff, if you could call it that lol, today is still wlw weekend, so obviously i’ll finish the fics for that first, BUT! i really really would like to have a little celebration, and i want you guys to tell me what you’d like me to do!
so, i have three options in mind - have a challenge with some prompts i’ll come up with, open my requests back up for anything y’all want, or do a sort of fic rec where i’ll find fics i like or you’ll send me some and i’ll compile a list:)
you can vote here:) or just come into my asks / dms and tell me what you’d like to see!!
(on another note, the wlw weekend fics will probably be out later today, or at the latest tomorrow hehe)
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sparkledfirecracker · 13 hours ago
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Intimate Course
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Happy ending in the morning on the green.
Word count: 1251
Warnings: 18+ only, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, nothing dark, but just to be sure; NonCon?, DubCon?.
A/N: Just a little something that slipped into my brain as I butchered the green this morning. Not beta-read/proofread, all mistakes are my own. Enjoy!!
By clicking on keep reading you agree to be 18+ or over!!
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The flight behind you kept stealing glances, it was making your nervous and your game faltered. His stare so intense when you were about to take a swing. You took a deep breath trying to calm your nerves, not wanting to embarrass yourself. The club held firmly in your hands, taking your stance, wiggling a little from side to side to get comfortable.
Arms going upwards, letting your driver take a swing at the ball down on the tee. A groan escaped you having missed the ball completely. A bolted rumble from behind you, you look back and glare at the man.
It was the first time you actually got to take a good look at him. He was pretty, but something told you he knew it too, his confidence beaming. His blue eyes glistened with mischief, he clearly was trouble.
You grab the ball and tee, wanting to create more distance between you and the stranger. Not wanting to withhold his time on the course, he clearly was much better than you and it would only be polite to let him go first, so you could go back to struggling on the field.
“I’m holding you up, you can go.” You gesture to the teeing area.
He tries to stifle his laughter and shakes his head. “Nah, I’m having too much fun observing you, sweetheart.”
You roll your eyes at his pet name. “Well tough luck, I’m skipping this one.”
“Oh come on, you weren’t that bad. You’re lucky it is still early and people are not hogging you for being slow.”
“You’re making me nervous watching my every move.” You cross your legs, resting your hands on the driver in front of you.
He gets out of his cart, grabbing his own driver and walks up to you. “Come on, sweetheart, I’ll show you.” Pulling out a tee and golf ball from his pocket. Pressing it firmly into the ground. “You want your knees to be shoulder width, feet a little outward, heels pressing into the grass.” With every word he guides through the desired position. “You’re right handed, so you want to keep your right elbow tugged in as much as possible when you swing. Head down, eyes on the ball, your left arm as straight as possible as you draw the club up, but keep focussing on the ball. Then take a swing and rotate from the hips, eyes following the ball.”
His swing is impressive and his ball flies out father than yours ever would. He looks back at you, immediately you feel intimidated by his game. Yet it is turning you on, you clench your crossed legs, hoping he wouldn’t notice. He steps away and points at the teeing area.
“Come here, sweetheart. Take your position.” With two fingers he motions you to come forward and stand in front of him. You take the steps reluctantly only being able to think how those digits would feel inside you.
He makes you feel giddy, taking time out of his gameplay to teach you a little thing or two. You swallow hard as you step in front of him, highly conscious of your shirt being a little too revealing for situations like this. You push the tee into the grass and settle the ball on top. His arms crossed holding on to his own driver while he looks at you.
“Now open those gorgeous legs wide.” Cheeks blushing, stepping out a little further. “Yes, now take your usual stance.” He nods as you grip the club in your hands, folding one palm over the thumb, fingers holding the shaft lightly.
You try to break the intrusive dirty thoughts of holding his cock in your palm. You lick your lips, taking another deep breath. He talks you through and you try to concentrate on your actions. All focus leaving as his voice is so calm, raw and sexy. Before you know it your arm pulls back and you swing it down, hitting the ball only a few feet out.
“Well that’s a lot better.” He grins at you clapping his hands together. “I’m Ransom.”
“Thanks I guess. Nice to meet you, teach.” You’re about to walk back to your cart, but his tut makes you stop your tracks.
“We’re going to do that again, because I think you will be able to do much better with a little more focus.” He plays with a golf ball in his hand before grabbing the tee from your previous hit and pushing it in balancing the ball on top.
He takes a few steps and stand behind you. His body towering over yours.
“Relax.” He soothes and you find yourself melting into his embrace around you. His hands covering yours repositioning them. Letting his fingertips glide up your arms and down your sides, firmly holding your hips. “Eyes on the ball, like I told you earlier. Show me how much of a good girl you want to be for me.” If this was his way of having you focus, it wasn’t helping. You tilt your head sideways trying to look at him, but he squeezes your hips tight. “I saw how you looked at me at hole 3 and I noticed how your legs clenched together only minutes ago. Now allow me to guide you through with a little more focus.” He breathes down in your ear. “Be a good girl and take position.”
His hold on your hips make it hard to focus, especially when he pulls you back a little bit more. His hard cock pressing into your ass. A soft whine escapes you from the contact being rubbed in from behind.
His fingers finding their way up your skirt, a satisfied hum when he pulls aside your panties. Sliding through your wet folds, you moan at his gentle touch.
“Focus, sweetheart.” You can feel the smirk as he places a gentle kiss on your neck. It feels like forever waiting on his next move and catches you by surprise when he pushes a finger into your cunt. Your head falls back on his shoulder as he pumps you with a single digit. Your hips moving along to his rhythm fucking yourself on him. “Such a good girl for me.”
“Y-Yes.” You groan a little when he pulls out, only to be met with two fingers slipping back into your pulsating heat. His thumb tapping down on your clit as his fingers pump you vigorously. The driver falls from your hands, folding them behind his neck, keeping him close.
“Stay with me, sweetheart.”
“So good.” You pant feeling the tremble come, struggling to keep standing.
The grip on your hip loosens, snaking around your belly holding you up. His pace quickens and it is becoming harder to breath from the building pleasure.
“You’re squeezing my fingers nicely. Allow me to make you feel good.”
You pull down on the hairs tangled between your fingers as he pivots you over the edge, screaming his name. Shaking in his hold as he helps you through your high, letting you catch your breath in his embrace. He lets go of you when you seem to have stabilized, turning you single-handily. Your flushed cheeks and bewildered gaze make him smirk.
“We got to do this more often, sweetheart. You have a nice day now.”
“Likewise.” Confused at what just had happened, you watch him suck his fingers climbing in his golf cart.
“See you around, sweetheart.” He throws you a wink driving off.
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angrythingstarlight · a day ago
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A Word of Advice
Summary: You're having a bad day and need to vent to your boyfriend. Ransom has a unique way of doling out his very unique, helpful advice.
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Pairing: Ransom x reader
Warnings: Slight pain kink if you squint, major degradation kink, Ransom being an ass, smut, minors DNI.
A/N: I don't write Ransom, so don't shun me for this badly written piece. Beta'd by the wonderful @whisperlullaby.
Do not copy, repost, translate or rewrite my work. Feedback is wonderful, I love likes, comments and reblogs.
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Ransom knows that you’ve been having a bad day. He knows. A flurry of unread texts on his phone reveals what kind of day you’ve been having. The mood you’re in. That you're going to storm and want to talk to him about your day.
He knows.
Nothing has gone right since you left the house this morning. Ransom knows you’re upset, cranky, and tired.
He knows. He’s prepared for it.
You barge into the house, the front door bouncing off the wall as you throw your bags and jacket into a heap on the floor. Grumbling under your breath about how it’s funny how everything always seems to be your fault, you kick the door shut and toe off your heels.
“Ransom.” Your voice echoes across the dark, quiet first floor of the house. You call his name again, louder, more urgent because you need him. Fuck, after a day like this, you need that sweater-wearing bastard more than sleep.
A simple, “upstairs Princess.” and you’re turning away from the kitchen and walking to the staircase. “Been waiting for you.” His deep voice floating down to you, comforting and smooth.
Rolling your shoulders, you grasp the railing leading to the second floor and pull yourself up the stairs. Your aching feet protesting with each step as you trudge to the bedroom.
Shoving the door open, you see Ransom sprawled over the sheets.
He’s a mouthwatering sight. A tempestuous Greek painting come to life.
One long leg bent, the other stretched across the bed, an arm flung behind his head as he bites into a lavender macaron. Your lavender macaron, you only had one left, ugh forget it, you knew better than to leave it behind this morning.
He shifts his weight to one elbow, the pair of small burgundy silk boxers clinging to his muscular thighs spread tight over his prominent bulge.
“What’s wrong, princess?” His soft tone a juxtaposition to the gleam in his stormy blue eyes which you miss because you're mesmerized by his hand drifting over his abs. "Talk to me."
Tearing your gaze away from his broad, chiseled chest, you launch into your rant. Ransom is uncharacteristically quiet, nodding encouragingly as you pace around the room. He finishes his cookie and brushes a stray crumb off his abs before standing up.
You’re so caught up in venting about your boss, that one fucker who keeps messing with you for no damn reason that Ransom is able to undress you between murmuring sympathetically. The small throaty noises emitting from his throat encouraging you to continue as he unbuttons your shirt.
By the time you get to how you’re shouldering the brunt of the work with none of the credit, he as your skirt pooled around your feet.
You sputter to a stop when he hooks his thumbs under the band of your panties and slides them down. You look down bemused when you realize you’re naked and so is he. Tilting your head, you glare at him. “Are you even listening to me?”
He cranes his head back and grins, an almost boyish smile that has you smiling back at him. “I heard every word, Princess.”
Warm hands caress your calves and his tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip. “You can keep talking or I can fuck the stress out of you.” He offers with a wink that has your knees buckling.
You pause, your teeth pulling your bottom lip into your mouth. You could use a good stress reliever. Ransom decides you’re taking way too long to decide if you want his cock or not, he’s insulted you’re not already on your knees begging for a taste.
His large, very warm hands slide up to your thighs and cup your ass. A firm, powerful squeeze makes you whimper, he brings his face to your mound and he inhales you, the soft sound ending in a vulgar moan. A shiver wraps down your spine when he looks up at you, lust fanning across his blue eyes.
“Fuck me.” You breathe out, “Need you so bad, Ransom.”
“I know.”
“Ran-.” Before you can roll your eyes, he has you on top of him. Your hands splayed across his chest, a gasp forming in your throat when he lines himself up, that first thrust into your body is something you’ll never get used to, your walls burning and stretching as Ransom guides you down his thick cock. You feel so full as you take every inch.
“Fuck yourself on my cock and feel better Princess.” You can’t lie, you love it when he tells you what to do, under any other circumstances his arrogant tone would make you fire off a snappy retort, but he rolls his hips just a little, and fuck, all thoughts go out your head with that first deep push into you.
He doesn’t have to ask you again because you want him too bad right now to tease. The way he’s looking at you makes you feel wild and beautiful. You meet his powerful strokes, your nails digging into his chest as you bounce on him. You forget about everything but how deep he is with each frantic snap of your hips. Intense sensations pulsating through you as he fucks you. God, he may be an asshole, but he can make you feel things no other man can.
“Hey princess,” He grunts, his hands moving to your hips. Ransom licks his lips, knowing he’s about to get the ride of his life. Your tight cute little pussy feels good but he knows how to make it feel even better.
“Mmph,” you moan in response, losing yourself in your pleasure. Shit, you already getting close. You just need him to do that one more time-
“Maybe if you did a better job, your boss wouldn’t have to yell at you princess.”
“What?” Your eyes snap open and you freeze. Your hands twitch on his chest, your thighs burning as you hold yourself up.“Ex-excuse me?”
Ransom’s eyes flicker down between your bodies, only the head of his cock in your cunt, the rest of him covered in your slick, he smiles up at you, a flash of pearly white teeth, his brow raised as he repeats his statement. Your orgasm fades as you stare down at his handsome face. His grip tightens on you and he shrugs one broad shoulder. “It sounds like you need to step up and be a team player.”
Your mouth flounders open. Frustration and rage boil in your chest, you search for words, finally spluttering out an indignant. “What the fuck did you say?”
Narrowing your eyes, you press your nails into his skin, slowly shaking your head. “Stop it.”
His smile widens, and you know he’s about to say something horrid. His smile widens and he grabs your waist and pushes you down. Ransom states, ever so casually, “See that right there is probably why your boss is hard on you.”
Your chest heaves, it’s getting harder to control your anger, you don’t even realize that you're clenching down on his cock.
Ransom does.
Ransom almost groans when you throb around him, your hot, silky walls wrapped around him so fucking tight. He knows you’re livid. He knows.
Ransom raises his head off the pillow. “You don’t listen. Maybe if you did, your boss wouldn’t have to repeat-”
You lose it, shrieking and pushing at his chest. You buck your hips, trying to twist off him, frenzied, desperate movements that cause your pussy to slide up and down his throbbing cock.
“That’s its princess.” He mutters under his breath, his head falling back.” Shit, you feel fucking fantastic” Ransom spouts off more suggestions on how you can do better, his fingers digging into your hips, keeping you on his cock as you fight him. The more you try to get off, the harder and faster you ride him. Your pussy gets wetter and wetter the more he degrades you.
“Good girl,” he groans softly, with a sharp slap to your ass.
You rake your nails down his chest. Leaving angry red trails down his skin as you try to lift your hips, he brings you back down with a wet smack that has your head spinning, you’re unable to contain your thin, high wail when he hits your soft spongy spot. Fuck him, he does it again, and yes fuck him.
Incredible sensations pulse through you, your mouth opens in a wordless scream as he keeps hitting that spot so good and hard, his swollen head brushing over it again and again. Your breath hitching in your chest, belly tensing as you get closer and closer-
“See, practice being quiet just like that and you might do better at your job,” he taunts breathlessly, his glowing blue eyes studying your face. Ransom plants his feet on the bed, waiting for the words to register.
“Let go you piece of shit.” You glare down at him, sneering, “Hugh, you piece of shit- oh godohfuck.”
Ransom thrusts up into your dripping cunt, angling just right, so fast and deep you shriek. “Oh fuck, oh fuck you, fuck you.”
He may be an ass but the way he moves inside you has coils firing rapidly in your belly, pleasure swirling hotter and hotter until you snap. Your orgasm washing over you as you cry out his name. Your walls fluttering and milking his cock as you mindlessly grind down.
You cry out, holding your fist against your mouth. "S’good, fuck you s’good."
He's not going to admit it but you're best he's had and damn he's going to have to get you worked up like this more often. You clench down again and he feels you coming apart and his body stiffens. Ransom loses his grip, his hands sliding down to your thighs, his pace erratic as he chases his own high until he spills in you, warmth filling your spasming core.
You fall on his scratched, sweaty chest, wishing you had marked him up more.
“You are the worst boyfriend,” you pant in his ear, smiling at his hiss when you press your nail into one of the red trails you created.
He knows.
“Love you too princess.” He also knows he up for round two and he’s still inside the best girl he's ever had. “So if you really want to impress your boss, you should start dressing better.”
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sagechanoafterdark · a day ago
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Shared Nightmares
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Pairing: Ransom x Reader (Marshmallow) Word Count: 934 Warnings: none, softness, maybe a little bit of angst, but mostly soft domestic Ransom Request: @thefallenbibliophilequote asked, “Ooo umm can you do 99 (Can I give you a hug? You look upset.) with Ransom? 🖤🖤🖤” and Anonymous asked, “Will you do number 41 (Let me see your scars…) with Ransom x Marshmallow because I love that pair so much?” Note: This is the first one for this weekend. The next ones got away from me and I need them beta'd before I feel comfortable posting. But have a glimpse into the future for Ransom and Marshmallow from my story Held for Ransom.
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Ransom woke with a start, your name gasped on his lips and reached out for the ghost of you. Chest heaving slightly he looked around the room, dark in late hours of the night but his eyes squinted finding you laying beside him, hand curled to your chest with deep even breaths.
Huffing out a sigh he ran a trembling hand through his hair, the adrenaline from his nightmare coursing through him and making his heart hammer. More than a year later and precious sleep was still being stolen from him after that day in the parking garage.
Scoffing at himself he slid from the bed, wandering towards the kitchen for a glass of water. Quietly he pulled down a glass and filled it from the tap, downing it in a few gulps before doing it again. His shoulders hunched, fingers lifting the edge of his shirt running over the scarred flesh.
It all felt so real again.
Knocking you out of the way, the knife slipping in.
Only in his dream, the assailant didn’t run away, he turned on you. Lifting the knife to strike you down as you crouched over him with tears in your pretty eyes.
“Ransom,” you asked sleepily from the door to the kitchen rubbing at your eyes, standing in a Harvard shirt he’s pretty sure he remembered you buying freshman year. “What’s going on? It's nearly three in the morning.”
“Go back to bed, kitten,” he husked, setting the glass in the sink.
“Kitten? Well, now I know something's wrong,” you said, flicking the light on. The two of you wincing at the bright light, you blinked heavily looking over at him and catching his red-rimmed eyes and slightly puffy face. “Are you crying?”
“Drop it.”
“No Ransom, what happened?”
He was quiet, his jaw clenching as he turned away from you, muttering so low under his breath you had a hard time hearing, “I had that dream again.”
You breathed his name out with a sigh.
“Turn the god damn light off,” he snapped, staring at a fixed point on the counter. Flinching when you shut the light off but didn’t leave him. Ransom squeezed his eyes shut, but doing so made the image of you standing over him appear again and the residual fear well up in his chest once more.
“Can I hug you?”
“Wh-What?” Your question took him by surprise, his head snapping over to where you stood mostly silhouetted by the nightlight in the hallway.
“Can I give you a hug? You look upset, Ransom and I want to hug you.”
He tisked, turning towards you and holding his arms out slightly inviting you closer. The two of you winding your arms around one another in the quiet of the kitchen, pressing his stiff body against your own and just waiting.
Muscle memory had told him to stiffen up, resist as much as possible and make it get over quickly. But Ransom wasn’t as closed off anymore, he wasn’t the same, not after a year with you.
Now Ransom could openly marvel at how perfectly you fit against him, your soft curves melding to the hard outline of his own body. He sunk into your embrace, feeling your hands slide higher on his shoulders, cheek resting against his shoulder, and warm breath caress over his neck with a sigh.
He was reluctant to admit it aloud, but hugging you always felt good. Soothing a part of him he'd never realized needed comforting before. Slowly your hands began to stroke up and down his back and the t-shirt he wore, long smooth soothing caresses that had his guard dropping and his entire body relaxing with you. Soon enough he let out a deep breath, signing into your hair out of reflex.
“Better?”
He hummed slightly, as you slid from his arms. “Let me see your scar,” you whispered, your warm fingers tugging at the edge of his shirt. Lifting it slowly your fingers found the slightly puckered skin, forefinger running along the long incision.
“You’re not the only one who has nightmares about this Ransom. I think about this day a lot,” you whispered, biting your bottom lip, “How I almost lost you. How if anything had been different you wouldn’t have been hurt. Maybe you wouldn’t have been so angry or if I’d just waited and told you I’d seen the book then it-it wouldn’t have happened," sucking in a pained breath your thumb skirted along his skin. "But if it didn’t happen, we wouldn't...”
“But we wouldn’t be here,” he rumbled. Your gaze flicked up to him, hand trailing over his hip briefly, thumb tracing lightly over the flesh. “I wouldn’t be here with you right now. We wouldn't be living together and we certainly wouldn't be engaged.”
Ransom's blue eyes seemed to glow in the limited light of your kitchen, staring back into your own and flitting over your face. “No,” you whispered. “I suppose not.”
“I’m glad that it happened.”
The smallest of laughs bubbled up from you, before cocking your head to the side, “What a strange thing to be happy about Ransom. Getting stabbed.”
"I'm serious," he mumbled, lips pressed against your forehead briefly as he pulled you closer. “If it means I get to kiss you,” he rumbled, leaning in and pressing a brief kiss to your lips. "And if it means I get tended to by Nurse Marshmallow again, maybe get you a tight little outfit this time, I'll gladly take the hit."
You hummed, leaning up and kissing him briefly with a light lip smack before smirking up your soon-to-be husband, “Don’t push your luck.”
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jxlystan · a day ago
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Ransom Drysdale
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agentofbarnes · 2 days ago
Ransom fucking the reader in an elevator? You can decide if they get caught or not 😈
elevator — ransom
warnings || public sex, daddy kink, minors DNI, unprotected sex, degradation, dom!ransom, hair pulling, dirty talk
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You had decided to visit him during his work day. Ransom liked to write, much like his grandfather. To keep his inheritance, Harlan required Ransom to come into the offices and write a certain amount each week.
Ransom was working so hard on his book, and he’d never let you read it. Not until it was done. He had gotten so into his work that he hadn’t been showering you in the attention you wanted and you knew he was getting restless now.
So when you showed up at lunch time, he was more than pleased to see you. Especially after all the little selfies you had been sending him. He saved his documents.
“Dewdrop, what a surprise,”Ransom grinned, pushing away from his desk to come around to wrap you in his arms.
You beamed into his shoulder when he picked you up, lifting you off on your feet and kissing your cheek.”I missed you,”You admitted,”I got off early today, my boss told me I was doing the best work in the office, sent me home as a thank you.”
“If he thinks you are doing good work, he should pay you,”Ransom rolled his eyes,”They are using your need to be praised against you, baby, you gotta demand more.”
“I know, I know, but I like my job, I don’t want to lose it,” You told him, sighing out softly,”Plus, my savings will cover my rent for at least three months, so stop worrying.”
“No, I’m gonna pay your rent,”Ransom told you, grasping your chin when you went to shake your head.”Hey, you’re more than my sugar baby, but let me do this, it’ll make me feel better.”
“Ran...”
“Let daddy take care of you, dewdrop,”Ransom whispered, kissing your lips.”Let me take you out to lunch, spoil you for doing so well at work.”
“There’s only one thing I really want,”You bit down on your bottom lip, hands running down his chest while you looked up at him through thick lashes.
“After lunch...”Ransom groaned, pushing you towards the door so that you could make your way to the elevator. Your wandering hands have got him distracted now, especially when you have your ass pressed against his crotch. You pretend it’s all innocent, but he knows.
“Baby,”Ransom grunted as the elevator doors shut, sighing out when you muttered a small sorry, daddy.
He had stopped the elevator, the doors sealed shut on his floor before he had you pressed against the wall with his lips on you with fever.
“Been craving you, kitten, all those little picture you’ve sent me, fuck, you got me so hard, think it’s time you took care of daddy’s cock,” He flipped your body so that your face is pressed against the wall.
“Hands on the wall, dewdrop,”Ransom grunted, kicking your feet apart once your hands splayed over the wall. You yelped slightly, thighs spread to present your dripping cunt to him.”Oh fuck.”
“Ran, what if someone sees?” You asked, biting down on your bottom lip while you glanced up at the little camera in the elevator. You were worried the elevator would come back on and open the doors for everyone to see. Yet, the thought made your cunt gush with arousal.
“Then you better put on a good show.”Ransom pulled your panties down your legs, stuffing the soaking thong into his pocket,”’m gonna have to save these for later, for those late nights when I miss your smell, when I miss this sweet pussy. You’re fucking drenched, dewdrop. You want daddy to take you right here?”
“Yes, yes,”You bowed your head between your arms, sticking your ass out for him to grab onto. He pulled hiked your dress up and with no shame, he pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock.
Without a word of warning, his large cock in plummeting into your sopping heat. You clung to his dick, welcoming the painful and pleasing intrusion with a loud moan,”Daddy!”
“Yeah, that’s it, so fucking tight and wet, all for me,”Ransom growled, his hands gripping your hips harshly. The pads of his fingers bored into your smooth skin, dragging your ass back against his throbbing cock.”You like when daddy fucks you like this, all out in the open where anyone can see? Admit it, baby, tell daddy how much you love his cock.”
“I do!”You whimpered, back arching while you claw at the wall in front of you.”I love your cock, love being filled with your big cock, oh, fuck!”
Ransom’s hand coming to pull at your hair harshly, making you mewl in response, neck craning back.”Keep those hands on the wall or I’ll stop. You wanna cum, don’t you, dewdrop?”
“Please, daddy,”You begged, keeping your form against the wall perfect for him. You feel his other hand around your throat, his hips jackhammering your clenching cunt with a vicious motion. His other hand yanked at your hair, fingers tangled into your soft locks.
“So needy, can feel you clenching around you, kitten, you gonna cum for me, better hurry, the elevator’s gonna start working soon,”Ransom growled, his pace harder and fast while he chased his own organs. He felt you spasm around him, milking his cock with your sporadic orgasm that made your legs tremble. Just as he pulled out of, watching his hot seed drip down your thighs, the elevator dinged.
The doors had just opened when Ransom had pulled his slacks up and your dress back down. He smirked while he pulled you against him, his fingers sliding up your thighs to scoop up the substance. He brought his fingers to your lips, which you took willingly despite the odd looks you got from the woman stepping in the elevator.
Once you licked his fingers clean, Ransom pulled you into a long kiss that made your body quiver under him,”Hope you aren’t too full, I plan to take you out for a full lunch,”He whispered into your ear with the biggest smirk.
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sylvie-writes · 2 days ago
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so many trips around the sun ✹
word count: 3088
pairing: soft!ransom drysdale x female reader x oc!daughter
summary: ransom’s daughter doubts that her father will attend her debutant. 
warning: mentions of teen pregnancy but that’s about it! maybe one curse word.
a/n: yeahhh this isn’t a request but i had to work on something elseeeee for a second im sorryyyyyy. this was inspired by a gilmore girls episode i saw like ages ago but i found this in my drafts and wanted to finish it.
please excuse any mistakes!
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“Do you think he’s gonna show?” Lena’s blue eyes, compliments of her father, bore into your own through the vanity mirror that she was sitting before. You were currently helping your sixteen year old daughter get ready for her debutante while your own mother was out in the venue causing chaos just to ensure everything was straight. 
Although Lena’s expression seemed unreadable, you could see the slight frown that crept onto her lips when she asked if father was gonna show up for this important moment in her life. For a majority of Lena’s life, the two of you strayed far from the high societal lifestyle of your parents and instead created your own lives in a small town not too far from them. Yet as Lena got older, she began to question more and more about the riff between you and your parents. Somehow the girl acted as a glue and managed to get you back under the same roof as your parents for occasional dinners and events. Lena had finally gotten close to someone other than you in her family and for her happiness alone, you’d go along with any crazy plans your parents had for her that they never did with you. As long as it was all okay with Lena of course. Quite frankly, she seemed to enjoy some of the ritzy luncheons and playing barbie doll for her grandparents who then dressed her in lavish outfits. It was a change of scenery for Lena and you gladly let her spend more time with your parents as it often got her mind off of her absent father. 
Now Ransom, he was never father material. It wasn’t the fact that he was a teen dad, no, it was the fact that he never had a true father figure of his own. Although Ransom tried by sending money and once a year, if possible, visits, they just weren’t enough. Yet he never understood that. You often blamed it on the fact that he was taught that those actions were equivalent to affection and nurturance, both of which he lacked in. If anything, Ransom was more involved in Lena's life when he was 16 himself because you were both neighbors at the time. Like many parents, both the Drysdale parents and your own, were horrified by the fact such a thing had happened, but when Lena was born there was no choice but to make adjustments and face judgement. Upon seeing Lena’s face the decision was nothing but easy to commit to. The same could not be so easily said for Ransom or the parents, but they all tried in their own respective ways, granted, some much more than others. 
White silk pooled around the seat Lena was sitting in while she adjusted the strapless sweetheart neckline that had started slipping during your silence. 
“Well, babe, you know how Dad is…”
“Yeah, he’s busy. Probably out with his friends,” She looked in the mirror and gave you her best attempt at a smile, “I’m not naive, Mom. I know that I’m not his first priority. Never was, never will be.” 
Lena seemed to have fully accepted the idea and you most definitely didn't want her thinking that, no matter how well she pretended that she was okay with it all. You dropped the bottle of hairspray onto the counter and immediately crouched down to sit beside Lena’s chair. Your daughter just stared at you with wide eyes before you grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. 
“Lena Marie Drysdale I never want you to say those words again, okay? Your dad loves you, and I would never lie to you, you know that. He just has a different way of expressing it. He will be there, I promise.” 
“Mom, don’t make promises you can’t keep-” Lena looked absolutely unamused with the thought.
“No! He’s gonna be here, it’s about time your father took some responsibility. Now let’s forget about him and have some fun for the moment.” 
With that, Lena playfully grabbed the hair brush and used it as a mic while you blasted some music on the nearby bluetooth speaker. As you set down your phone, you caught a glance of the time figuring that you should probably call Ransom now because heaven knows that man needs all the time in advance he can get. He’s always up to something, preferably stuff neither you or Lena would like to hear about, which leaves him with about zero time for last minute plans. 
Looking up from the device you saw that Lena had spotted you quizzically staring and trying to make up your mind on how to approach the matter. You decided to just go for it the minute you quickly told Lena you’d be out in the hallway for a moment. Needless to say your actions were moving faster than your mind. 
On your way out of the door, Lena yelled out from behind, “There’s plenty of alcohol here so he should be happy to join us!” 
The two of you chuckled in unison before the teen resumed the prior prepping of her makeup. Taking one of the most dramatic gasps of air one could, you brought the phone to your ear after clicking on Ransom’s contact and hearing the outgoing ring.
“Hey (y/n), what’s up? Is everything alright?” You never really called Ransom unless something was up, hence why he questioned the reason for your call. 
“Are you busy?” Lots of music and talking from Ransom’s end of the call seemed to prove that he was. For the longest moment, Ransom didn’t answer and at first you were about to chew him out before you realized that he was moving to a quieter location. 
“Just a small party, but if something’s wrong with Lena, I can leave.” For once in his life, Ransom sounded genuinely concerned because, once again, you never called unless it was an emergency. You had to give it to him, Ransom was willing to drop his playboy lifestyle at the drop of a hat for his daughter. 
“Today is Lena’s debutante. You know, both of our parents have practically been planning this event since she was born.” A tiny chuckle slipped out at the end of your sentence as both you and Ransom knew long ago that this would never be something your daughter could escape. Regardless if she actually wanted to do it or not.
“Shit that was today?!” The background of chatter slowly dissipated and turned into the frantic slamming of doors. 
Ransom balanced the phone on his shoulder to partially listen to your chastising while he used his free hand to pick up the messily opened envelope. Inside the tattered paper sat a gorgeous invitation to Lena’s debutante that Ransom had taken a quick glance at, once upon a time, before setting it down and rushing out the door to join his friends. He hadn’t meant to intentionally ignore the invite, after all it was his only daughter, but he hadn’t put much thought into it lately either. In the back of his mind he knew something big was happening for Lena and maybe if he had paid more mind to their phone call last week, he would have remembered this. How could he forget when Lena was so excited. Looking back, Ransom could somewhat remember her going on and on about going to a fitting for her dress which he now realized was for her debutante. 
So as you sat there on the other end of the line scolding him, he was doing the same internally. 
“Ransom,” The silence was deafening so you tried again, “Ransom, are you there?”
You were getting a bit irritated, could he just tell you no already so you could go tell Lena. It always broke your heart having to do the dirty work for Ransom, but after years of this routine, Lena fell into it and it was expected. 
The words that were to fall from Ransom’s lips came out of left field and stunned you.
“Yeah I’m here, sorry I was just thinking. Is there enough time for me to get there?”
You stood frozen for a second before checking your wrist watch. Any time wasted could make Ransom’s appearance less likely. 
“Uh yeah,” Swallowing your shock, you continued, “Yes, you have a little over two hours. Show up in a suit please, your mother or my own would kill you if you didn’t follow the dress code.” 
Ransom snorted a bit and you followed suit. Again, you could hear background noise but this time it sounded like that of rustling in the closet. For a moment, it seemed that Ransom had forgotten you were on the line.  
“Hey um Ransom, what about your party?” The rustling stopped and Ransom cooly replied, “Oh they’ll be fine. They’re all adults, they can take care of themselves.” 
At that you had to physically force yourself to not laugh and rather say goodbye.
“MOM! I COULD USE YOUR HELP PLEASE!” You turned to see Lena with curlers stuck in her hair. That was gonna be quite the task.
From a lifetime of uncertainty with the man, you decided to wait for Ransom to surprise Lena instead of telling her yourself. While part of you knew he sounded pretty serious and determined, the other part of you knew anything could change. 
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All four legs and hands on the floor, Ransom currently looked like a maniac as he peered under his bed in search of the loafers that specifically went with this suit. While he had at least thirty pairs of shoes, these were the one pair that he could, of course, not find. Any other day he’d stumble on the forsaken things, but now they seemed to be nonexistent. Time was passing the more Ransom searched so in a fit of panic he tore apart his bedroom. 
As he did so, a tiny piece of paper no bigger than a 4 x 4 fell from the drawer that he had just rummaged through. It wasn’t just any ordinary paper. It had beautiful cursive on the back and Ransom knew in a heartbeat that this was more than a note. This exact item had been engraved in his mind for the past 16 years. Getting back down on the floor of his bedroom, Ransom carefully picked up the photo and flipped it over revealing you holding baby Lena just mere minutes after she had been brought out. Beside the hospital bed was a young Ransom proudly smiling upon the two girls. Ransom could shamefully think back to a time when he hated the thought of being a teen father and losing freedom, but that all changed when he looked at Lena’s tiny face. Just like you and many others, all of the negative thoughts flew away once Lena was actually a part of his life. He’d always regretted ever having those selfish thoughts because Lena was now his world and always would be. 
On the back of the picture, was a handwritten note.
Ransom could vividly remember you handing this to him. In some way, you were much more prepared to be a mother than he was a father because you had this sort of intuition. Or at least that’s how he felt.
“Be here for her. You only get so many trips around the sun. Love, (y/n) and Lena ”
Unfortunately, all those years ago, Ransom had let his insecurities drive him away, but now was his chance to change it. Pocketing the photo, Ransom stood and coincidentally he turned to find his shoes on the shelf behind him. 
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An hour and a half had passed since you’d been on the phone with Ransom. There had been complete radio silence since then from him. As of now, your father was planning on walking Lena out as you yet had to tell the rest of the family either. With thirty minutes left, Lena was nervously pacing the dressing room, white gloved hands swaying back and forth. Maybe it was a good thing you didn’t tell her because there was already a lot on her mind as it seems. 
“Honey, breathe there’s tons of other girls doing this with you.” You tried to calm your daughter by placing a hand on her shoulder to stop her incessant marching.
“Mom, what was this like for you? How did you do it?” Lena had now fully faced you and you could see that her sparkly eyes were wider than saucers and dulled with fear. 
You giggled a bit and Lena looked appalled at your reaction. “Sorry Lena, it’s just that I think sometimes you forget that I was a bit busy caring for your little behind, so I didn’t get this ‘luxury’.”
The sarcastic tone in your voice helped distract Lena as she seemed to ease up a bit with the joke.
Suddenly, the door started to creak open and the nerves revisited Lena as she thought it was time to go down which could very much have been a possibility with twenty minutes until the event began. 
“There are my girls!” Ransom had barely squeezed in through the door before Lena catapulted herself at him. He chuckled and spun her around, tight in his arms.
“Dad! You made it!” 
“Yeah, well someone told me that you only get so many trips around the sun.” 
Ransom set down Lena and peered over her at your pleased expression. 
Another knock on the door sounded and this time it was your father who appeared. The time that Lena had been dreading finally arrived. 
“Lena, you ready-” 
The older man caught sight of the happy picture before him and a smile wormed onto his face, specifically at the present father. He simply put his hand on Ransom’s shoulder and gave him a light shake before hugging Lena, telling the two of them it was time to go out. 
“You ready for this, peanut?” Ransom held out his arm for Lena and she wrapped her hand around. 
“Just don’t let me fall, okay?”
Quickly waving you goodbye with a large grin, Lena and her father walked out the door as you went the opposite direction to join the family by the tables.
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After a couple of speeches, the music from the orchestra began the play and names were being called off a list. One by one, girls dressed in white dresses stood by their fathers in ties and suits. Rounds of applause complemented the girls as they gracefully walked down the staircase and onto the aisle. 
“Lena Drysdale, daughter of Ransom Drysdale and (y/n) (y/l/n).” The presenter smiled upon the clapping crowd as you spotted your daughter and her father carefully making their way down the stairs, both of them wearing forced smiles to hide the nerves. Combined applause from both your parents and Ransom’s parents must have filled half of the venue. They were all clearly enthusiastic that at least their granddaughter could have this experience. Ignoring the snarky comments from your mother about how that should’ve been you, you instead focused on your daughter who was now a lady by societal means. 
At the end of the staircase, Ransom and Lena stopped, Ransom picking up one of Lena’s gloved hands and placing a gentlemanly kiss. Lena then beautifully curtsied, something that she had practiced so many times because of how worried she was. Ransom stepped away, allowing the younger man standing beside them to take his place and lead Lena to the end of the aisle with the other girls.
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Dance after dance, the debutante ball finally came to an end. Both sets of grandparents said their goodbyes before parting ways, leaving you, Lena, and Ransom to stand awkwardly in the parking lot. It had been so long since you’d all been together like this. 
Taking a plunge, Lena decided to break the silence, “How about we get some real food. I don’t know about you guys, but those hors d'oeuvres just weren’t it.”
Lena looked disgusted by the thought of the pinwheels that seemed to be the only food that wasn’t for decoration. With a laugh you playfully wrapped your arm around Lena’s, snuggling into her side as wind blew by. “So you really are my daughter! I say we hit the burger joint on the way home.”
Looking to Ransom, Lena comically put on her best puppy eyes and silently pleaded for her father to join. 
“This burger better be worth those hooligans turning my house upside down.” Ransom linked into Lena’s other arm and the three of you walked side by side like a real family. Times like these made Lena so unbelievably happy and both you and Ransom knew that, always taking the chance to give that to her. 
“Don’t worry, Ran, it’ll be worth it!” 
 The two of you shared a short glance until Ransom looked ahead, starting to chuckle.
“Lena, did your mom ever tell you about the cruise our family went on when we were younger?”
She shook her head, “Well, Dad, you gotta be more specific. Which one of the millions of cruises are you talking about?” Lena looked up at her father with a knowing look.
“Your grandparents had us go to this dinner with a bunch of their friends. Their kids were much older so it was just your mom and I. Your mom had snuck in a box of crayons and we played tic tac toe on the napkins,” Ransom had to momentarily pause as he was now leaning over cackling, “Anyways, your mom got so mad at me and dumped her lemonade on my head because I teased her about how she had lost so many times!”
Your daughter, who was sandwiched in between both of her parents, was now picturing the scene and copying her father’s actions. “It’s sad how I can see both of you acting this way.” 
“In my defense we were eight and your dad was so annoying!” You snickered and then tried to tell your side of the story through the fits of laughter. 
It was a successful night, all three of you constantly wearing smiles. Lena had seemed truly thrilled and you wished it could always be this way for her. Ransom did have his moments, but in his own way, he was more of a father than most. 
Ransom had finally pulled through for his daughter and who knows, maybe one day he would for you
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writersbuck · 2 days ago
Can I have a HC for teaching Ransom to bake??
@hevans-angel
This is bringing me back to grumpy boy nonnie 🥺🥺🥺
- Ransom honestly hates the idea of cooking at all. Not that he sees it as a useless skill, he just doesn’t understand why it should be a skill he has, ya know. Since he can pay people to do most unnecessary things.
- When he meets you though.. things of course are different. You’re his sweet little angel that he would never admit to absolutely melting for, but it’s so painfully obvious.
- You’re a soft gal and when you bring up the baking thing… Ransom has to bite back a cringe, but after a bit of prodding he’s puddy in your hands 🥺
- You start off simple, chocolate chip cookies on your first baking date, before moving on to more advanced pastries (he gently puts it in your mind that he’d like some homemade chocolate croissants).
- Grumpy boy will bake with you, but in no way does he let you clean up. Whenever you’re at his place, that’s up to the housekeeper, and when you’re at yours Ransom wakes up early to do the cleaning himself (though he’ll always say it was a magical fairy).
- After a few months of your weekly baking sessions you’re surprised when you go over to Ransom’s one weekend and smell that the entire house already smells like a small army of cookies.
- They’re ugly, that’s for sure, but your lovely and very grumpy boyfriend had managed to make some very delicious cookies and a few funky looking croissants.
- From that moment on, you decided your grumpy boy as a keeper 💕🥰
@hevans-angel 🥰
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stcveskent · 3 days ago
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illicit affair; steve rogers
pairings: best friends dad! steve rogers x reader (steve is also reader's teacher)
warnings: smut, and kinda fluff (idk you count it) and also, awkardness and tension between the two
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It was raining, it was very unusual, to rain on such a sunny day, but we gotta expect the unexpected. After your lectures you went to a library to get some book for your upcoming test, and it started to rain pretty bad.
So you started walking because your best friend, Melissa, wasn't gonna pick you up. The only place close to this library was Melissa's place, and you decided to go there for a while.
There wasn't any problem except one, Steve Rogers, Melissa's Dad, and also, a professor in your college. It was strange how young he lookef when he was a father of a girl who was your age.
So like usual, you walked to  Melissa's place, and knocked. Again, expect the unexpected. You expected Melissa to great you on the door, but it wasn't, It was Steve Rogers, the handsome, and ridiculously hot man, you had dreams about.
"Y/n? Hey!" He greeted, and you just stopped looking at him.
"Uh—M-Mr. Rogers? Is Melissa here?" You asked, still standing outside, and you were soaking wet, from the rain. He looks at you, from up to down.
"Melissa isn't home." He says, and you nodded.
"Alright, i-i'll leave, see you on Monday, Mr. Rogers—"
"Its still Raining Y/n, i think you should stay here, Melissa would be here soon, don't worry."
"I don't really wanna disturb you, Mr—"
"I can really use your company, Y/n, stay." He says, his voice calm, and demanding, which made you take a deep breath.
"S-sure." You replied as he let you in. You had a huge crush on this man, he was your Teacher, alongside was your best friend's dad. But love is love.
Steve, on the other hand, too had a crush on you, and he always used to backout thinking of his daughter and also, thinking that you were his student, and you probably don't feel the same.
a shiver ran down your body, you were cold, and wet from the rain. This grabbed, Steve's attention, and he looks at you, your arms closely wrapped around your body.
"I'll get you some fresh clothes, and a towel okay? You can go and take a shower, in Mel's room." He offered to you and you nodded, walking upstairs to Melissa's room.
You walked to the bathroom, and stripped down to shower. Warm showers were your favorite during these times. Meanwhile, Steve keeps a pair of fresh clothes, (his clothes) and a towel, while you fresh up, and decided to give you the towel.
He knocks on the bathroom door.
"Is it Mel?" You asked, your voice soft, and he melted when you spoke like that.
"No, Y/n, it's me, Steve, i wanted to give you t-towel...here you go." He says, a weird feeling between the two.
"Mr. Rogers, thank you, uh.." you tried to talk, but couldn't form words. He too was in the same form when he was around you.
"I'll see you, downstairs." He says, before leaving, and closing the bedroom behind him, sighing, pushing his hair upwards, thinking of what's wrong with him, and you do the same.
After getting dressed you walked downstairs, to where he was sitting, with a cup of coffee, near the heater, at how cold it was getting, and so were you, so cold. His attention turns towards you, as you walked in his clothes, his shirt, and his sweats.
"I hope you won't mind wearing these, you know, I don't touch Melissa's closet —" he waits to gather words, but couldn't.
"I-i understand, Mr. Rogers, and thank you for these clothes , they're very comfortable." You thanked him, and he smiles, unable to take his eyes off you.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" He asked, and you looked at him.
"Uh..ye—yess if it doesn't bothers you." You replied and he shook his head.
"Ofcourse y/n, why would it bother me?" He says and asks at the same time while he walks in the kitchen, getting a cup of coffee ready, for you.
He gives it to you, and sits infront of you, while you're shivering, and he turns the heater to your side.
"So, what were you doing outside?" He asked, and you smiled at him before answering.
"I-i was just getting books from the library for the upcoming test, you know." You answered, and he nodded, and smiled.
"Studying i see, I really am proud of your results Y/n, you did great, the past semester." He appreciated you, and you smiled at him.
"Thank you, Mr. Rogers!"  Just then, Melissa calls him, and he sighs, and picked it up, you take a deep breath, as he answered.
"Melissa, where are you?" He asks, trying to calm his anger and stress towards the fact that his daughter hasn't returned home.
"Dad, I am with jacob! I already told you, now look at how bad it's raining, I won't step or drive." She explains, and he sighs, keeping his free hand on his torso. Your eyes not stuck at him, as he talked.
"Are you planning on staying the night there? Gosh! Y/n's here waiting for you too." He says, and looks at you, and you quickly look away from him.
"Y/n's there? Then you two can give company to each other. Dad, i have to stay the night here, you have to look at the way it's raining today."
"Fine, take care, be back early tomorrow." He says and hangs up, seeing you.
"Mel's not gonna be home tonight, it's raining very bad." He said and you nodded.
"Well, i guess i should leave Mr. Rogers, I-"
"Steve, Call me Steve, no one's around here.." steve said and you nod
"Mr. R—Steve...i think I should leave, see you—"
"Stay here for a while Y/n, its still raining heavily." He insisted, and you couldn't say no to that face ofcourse. He looked like he needed company and even if you get home, you wouldn't do anything, so you wouldn't mind spending time with him.
"Alright, Steve." You said, and he smiles. You sit back, shivering like hell. You were a very cold person, I don't know how should I describe it. But back in the days, you always were found in sweaters or blankets wrapped around you.
"Still cold?" He asked, and you shook your head.
"I am done with my work, would you mind watching a movie? I also have food and i hope you like it." He offers and ofcourse you say yes.
"Ofcourse, Mr.Rogers — i mean Steve." You said and he nods going to the kitchen, getting some snacks, while you get comfortable on the couch.
He comes back, playing some random movie, which you're trying hard to pay attention to, but its getting so hard, because Steve was hella attractive and seeing him with a formal wear, made you go crazy.
He comes closer to you, as you were cold, wrapping you in a blanket, and holds you close to him.
"Mr. Rogers..what are you doing?" You asked pulling away from him.
"Y-you were cold Y/n, i was just trying to help nothing else.." he says and you look away.
"Sorry...i—thank you.." you whispered and he nodded, as he still kept you close to him, it was very difficult to keep the eyes on the tv and watch it or pay attention to it now.
The female lead in the movie kisses the male lead, and it was just getting intense, and your heart was racing, and so was Steve's. This has been the closest he has been to you...and he was losing himself.
You didn't know how, but something came over you, and you looked at him, and he turned to look at you, this was very different.
"Everything ok—" you cut him off by pressing your lips on his. He was shocked but, kissed you back. He now pulled you closer to him, arms freely on your waist, as he pulls you closer. You pull away, resting your head on his, and both of you pant.
"I've wanted that for so long." He says, and you look at him.
"Me too." You replied, kissing him again, now it was so unholy, that he got an idea of. Pulling him closer, tangling your legs on his torso, kissing which was full of teeths and tongues.
He pulls away, looking at you , breathing heavily, and asks you.
"Do you want this, Y/n? Because if you do, fuck i will give it to you, and if not I won't lay a finger on you, ever!" He says and you smile at him.
"Ofcourse i want it." You said, before he kisses you again, you now laying on the couch, he's on top of you. Your hands on the hem of his shirt, as you rip it off him, and smirked at your eagerness.
His hands pull your shirt off, and you both try to get rid of the clothes you were on throwing it on the floor, somewhere, none of you cared about.
He kisses you, on your neck, his fingers roaming around your body, resulting moans falling from your lips, he left marks, just then he picks you up, takes you to his bedroom, not leaving your lips for a second.
The kisses keeps getting hotter, you both fell on the bed, you were on top, but he rolls, and he's on top now.
"I need you!." You whinned.
"I know!." He says, kissing your inner thighs
He goes down and leans to your clit, smirking as he felt your wetness.
"So wet for me, and i've barely touched you." He said and you moaned. His lips attach to your clit and he started licking it slow, and teasing you
"Oh fuck! Steve! Don't tease!!" You moaned and he smirked. He kept doing that until you were close enough for him.
"Baby.." you tried to say and he switched his mouth with his fingers. His eyes starring deeply into yours, and when you moaned, he growled lightly.
"Fuck i'm going to cum!" You said and he kissed you, as you came on his fingers, moaning loudly,arms around his shoulder.
He sucks his fingers clean, and seeing that made you go crazy. I mean he looked like a sex god.
"Baby, you taste so good." He said and you blushed. He smirked looking at you.
"Ready for me baby?" He asked and you nodded. He lines himself at your entrance and pushes into you, gasps and moans leave your mouth. He moans at how tight you were.
"Oh god." You moaned as he started thrusting in you, slowly. Sweating, and moaning was the only things you two do. Steve grunts, as he thrusts again.
"Just like that baby, just like that oh god yes." You moaned, he literally is a sex god, now you were sure
Steve's one hand on the headboard and the other near your body, for his balance. He thrusted harder into you, and your moans and his grunts were loud.
He continued doing that until you both were close, moaning eachother names like its the only thing you know.
"Oh god, i'm gonna cum." You said
"Cum on me, i know you want, give me one more, baby." He said and kissed you, before you screamed, cumming all over his cock, as he moaned at how you clenched around him. He felt how close he was, and then came in you, both of you heavily breathing.
He collapsed next to you, while you tried to catch your breath.
"That..was...amazing!" You said, and he smiles at you.
"I know, now get some rest, i'm not leaving you that early." You said and he kissed you.
Oh boy you were in for a longgg night, and no you weren't complaining. What you & Steve had, was illicit and wrong, but none of you cared because that's what both of you wanted it from so long. You were just worried about facing Melissa, and on the other hand Steve would have felt the same, but for now, none of you care about the future, other than living the present, with each other.
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so bad omg😭😭
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sunshinebuckybarnes · 3 days ago
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Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader
Summary: It was meant to be one night but somehow you couldn’t stop yourself from being drawn to Ransom over and over again.
Warnings: ANGST, Ransom is a serious arsehole in this! Smut; oral (m+f receiving), pet names, daddy kink, unprotected sex. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18. This blog is 18+
Author's Note: I got a mad burst of inspo when listening to Change by Pale Waves, the line "you've hurt me a thousand times before but I'm missing you right now so do it once more" really stuck with me. I’ve never written angst or smut before so pls be kind, I’m usually all out fluff so this is new territory! I originally was going to write this as Bucky but I just couldn’t bring myself to make him such a dick. Hope you enjoy it! Comments and reblogs are so appreciated (word count: 3.8k)
Your relationship with Ransom was somewhat turbulent from the get go. You met him eight months ago at a dive bar downtown. You were both drunk and horny and a little sad - the perfect match. You’d had a really shitty week at work and just wanted to blow off steam. Ransom had just come from a family dinner and aggravated to the point the alcohol wasn’t even helping. The two of you didn’t even make it out of the bar. Letting him fuck you in the bathroom, nothing but filthy words exchanged. He’d bolted before you’d even caught your breath, throwing a quick wink your way as he shoved your panties in his back pocket. You should have known then that anything more would be a mistake.
Seeing Ransom again wasn’t your plan, you were more than happy to take it as a one night only kind of thing, but the universe has a funny way of proving you wrong.
You bumped into him three days later at a charity gala your boss was hosting. He looked good. So good in fact that you couldn’t help thinking about round two in what would be a considerably nicer bathroom. But your plans for a quickie were soon squashed when he walked right past you, as if you’d never met let alone had his cock down your throat a few days prior. You stared after him in shock. Watching the way he curled his arm around another woman’s waist. You couldn’t help the rage that bubbled up inside you. That smug, trust fund prick, became your mantra for the night as you drowned your rage in champagne.
Just as you’d started to enjoy yourself, the alcohol making you feel light and fuzzy, you were dragged by your arm into a storage closet. Your first instinct was to scream but a large, warm hand came around your body and covered your mouth.
“You miss me yet, princess?” Ransom whispered in your ear, his hot breath hitting your face as you tried to squirm away.
He released you and you turned around to look at him. Giving him the most piercing glare you could manage. “Don’t flatter yourself, Drysdale. With the way you’ve spent the whole night pretending I don’t exist I wouldn’t miss you even if you begged for it,” you scoffed.
The chuckle he let out did nothing to squash the fire that was burning inside of you. Whether it was anger or want you weren’t quite sure but you had no intention of finding out. You turned on your heel ready to leave as quickly as you’d been dragged in when his next words stopped you in your tracks.
“Don’t you at least want these back, princess?”
You whipped your head around in confusion, eyes going wide with shock as you looked at your panties in his large hand.
“You seriously kept my underwear and then brought them to a charity event?” You sputtered, “what the fuck Ransom?!”
You went to grab them but he quickly moved them out of your reach, causing you to fall into his chest.
“Ransom, I’m not messing around, give me those back! And why do you even have them on you? Do you just carry them around all the time?” you huffed, reaching for his hand again.
“Don’t be stupid, princess. I knew you were going to be here so I wanted to have a little fun,” he smirked.
“I’m guessing you didn’t tell your girlfriend out there that you were carrying around my underwear?”
Ransom chuckled again, “I knew that would get to you.”
That made you pause. Looking up at him you couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you realised what he was doing. “Seriously, Ransom?! What kind of game are you trying to play here?”
He just shrugged, the smirk never leaving his face, “I wanted to know how hot you looked when you were angry and you didn’t let me down princess.”
“Prick,” you muttered under your breath, reaching out to grab your underwear.
“How about we make a deal? I’ll give you these back if you let me have a taste of that sweet cunt”
You stopped trying to grab your panties and just stared at him. He had the most devilish smirk on his face and you had to suppress the whimper that threatened to come out. His eyes traced down your face, stopping at your lips as you slid your tongue against them.
“What do you say huh? Gonna let me tear you apart with nothing but my mouth?” he whispered, leaning down to trace your jaw with his lips.
You knew you should say no. You knew it. He was an asshole and nothing good would come of it. But when his lips hit that one spot on your neck that had you gasping you knew you couldn’t say no.
“You acted like you didn’t know me earlier and now you want to go down on me? What’s your game here?,” you groaned, trying your hardest not to give in.
“I told you, I wanted to see how sexy you look when you're angry and now I want to see if you're as sweet as you look, princess,” he murmured against your neck before sinking his teeth in and sucking a bruise.
That’s when you lost your control, your mind taking a back seat. “Deal,” you whimpered, feeling Ransom’s lips curl into a smile before he dropped to his knees in front of you.
His hand ghosted up your thighs, pulling your dress up along the way. Ransom lifted one of your legs to rest over his shoulder, kissing and nibbling along your thigh to where you were aching for him. You couldn’t help the loud moan that came out when he licked a stripe over your panties. Ransom pulled away at that looking up at you with a smirk.
“Maybe this will keep you quiet,” reaching up he shoved your panties into your mouth and you couldn’t help but let out a muffled whimper at how filthy your night had gotten. “You can take them home with you after,” he winked at you before burying his head between your thighs.
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From then on Ransom became a somewhat permanent feature in your life. You were with each other nearly every weekend and some week nights. Each time he called, you let him in. You never went to his house though. He always came to you. Made it easier for him to leave before you woke up. You kept telling yourself you only wanted him for the sex, which as much as you hated to admit, was the best you’d ever had. But you could feel it. You could feel yourself falling for this trust fund prick and you didn’t know how to stop it. He was different when he was alone with you. He had a sense of humour you didn’t expect and a gentleness at times that had you swooning.
It wasn’t until you saw him in a bar with his tongue down another woman’s throat that reality slapped you in the face. You couldn’t even mask your hurt when he caught your eyes across the room. You flipped him off and left before giving him the chance to explain, secretly hoping he would follow you. Of course he didn’t. That’s not his style.
So, you called it off.
That was three months ago and Ransom was still coming to your apartment most weekends. He showed up one night with flowers and apologies, promising that he would be more honest going forward if he was seeing anyone else and right now he wasn’t - as if that would make it better - and despite your mind screaming at you not to let him back in, you didn’t listen. So your nights went back to how they used to be, the both of you panting and sweaty, tangled up in your sheets trying to catch your breath. His arms wound tightly around you as he smoothed your hair and murmured pretty words in your ear, lulling you to sleep.
“You’re so gorgeous, princess.”
“Sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Just let me hold you for a bit.”
Every time you woke up alone. And every time you said it was the last time.
There was one night that you thought things were changing. You’d had such an awful day, it was the first time you considered not responding when he text. But instead you just told him you weren’t in the mood. Twenty minutes later there was a knock at your door and to your surprise you found Ransom and a bottle of your favourite wine. You both sat up on your couch, drinking and talking about everything. You told him all about your family out west and how much you missed them. He told you about his family and how fucked up they were - lets be honest, it explained a lot! It was the first time you’d seen him so vulnerable and it made your heart ache.
Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the new side to Ransom that had you blurting out the words that you’d only thought to yourself. I think I’m falling for you.
Ransom just stared at you for a beat, your own heart pounding inside of your chest, eye widening as you realised your admission.
“Princess, you know that’s not what this is right? You’re great, one of the best fucks I’ve had in a while, but I don’t do the whole feelings thing,” he stated, standing up and grabbing his jacket off the back of the couch.
You sat there stunned, trying so hard to keep your tears in, a mixture of anger and sadness and disappointment building up inside of you. No, you refused to cry in front of him. You took a deep breath and stood up. Heading towards the door and opening it, gesturing from him to leave, “well I think you should go then. I’m sure one of your other fucks would be willing to have you,” you spat.
Ransom stared at you for a second, a look you couldn’t quite figure out on his face before he walked past you into the hall.
“We’re done. I’m done. I don’t want to see you again,” you said, willing your voice not to crack.
To your surprise he laughed, “sure princess. I’ll see you next time.” And then he was gone.
You stood with the door open in shock. That smug, trust fund prick! You couldn’t help the bubble of manic laughter that came out of you as you slammed the door and headed for the last of the wine.
Never seeing him again lasted a whole two weeks. You hated how weak he made you, how much you thought he would change, how easily his whispered words affected you, how easy you believed him when he said he was sorry. You’ve always been hurt by your own expectations and Ransom was no exception.
This had to be over. You couldn’t take any more of this and you knew just the way to say goodbye.
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You shouldn’t be here. You know you shouldn’t be here. But you still find yourself standing, nearly swaying thanks to the bottle of wine that led you here, outside the door of the man who’s torn your heart to pieces time and time again.
But this time is different. This time you were making the first move and this time it was going to be the last.
The surprise on his face when he opened the door had you giggling.
Quickly wiping the shock from his face, Ransom leant against the doorframe, jeans low on his hips and shirtless. His arms crossed over his chest causing his biceps to bulge. Damn, this would be easier if he didn’t look so good.
He smirked down at you, “What happened to it being the last time, princess?”
You took a deep breath, ignoring the way he was trying to push your buttons, “Thought I’d get the jump on ya since it is always you calling me,” you shrugged, shoving past him and almost stumbling before he caught you and turned you so you were face to face.
"You've been drinking.” It wasn’t a question.
"And your point is?" You countered, letting your hands trail from his chest to his belt.
"We both know how this ends, princess. You’re gonna get hurt," Ransom sighs, holding your hands still.
"You've hurt me a thousand times before, what's one more?” you shrug, pulling him closer so your chests collide. Leaning up to whisper in his ear, “call it a parting gift. I missed you so hurt me one last time, Ransom." Leaning forward you nibble on his ear before moving slowly down his neck when he makes no move to stop you.
“Oh princess,” he all but growls. Grasping your jaw between his fingers and squeezing slightly as he pulls you back to look in your eyes. “You really think this will be the last time?”
You do your best to suppress the whimper that’s bubbling up as you refuse to look away.
“I’ve lost count of all the times you’ve said that. Admit it, your pussy misses me too much. You always come crawling back, like the little slut you are,” he smirks.
It takes all your strength not to slap his stupid, pretty face. Your eyes narrow in defiance. You won’t let him win this. “Why don’t you give me something worth missing then?”
His lips crash onto yours with such force you’re convinced you would have fell if it wasn’t for Ransom’’s arm winding tightly around your waist. You moan as his tongue slips past your lips as his hand tangles in your hair, keeping you where he wants you.
Your hands grasp his belt again, rushing to get it undone and push his jeans past his hips. His hands grab the hem of your dress, lifting it off your body before crashing his lips onto yours again. You wind your hands into his hair and give a sharp tug, smirking at the groan he lets out.
“Jump,” Ransom mutters against your lips, tapping the back of your thighs. You do so without hesitation, winding your legs around his waist as his lips trail from your mouth across your jaw, down your neck and back up to your lips.
You’re so lost in the heat and desperation of his kisses that you don’t realise you’re in a different room until Ransom drops you on his bed. You can see the outline of his cock through his boxers and it makes your mouth water.
Moving to your knees you crawl towards the end of the bed, making sure to wiggle your ass as you do. You don’t miss the way Ransom’s eyes darken as he watches your every move. Keeping your eyes on him you lay on your stomach in front of him, toying with the waistband of his boxers, mouthing at his hard cock. Ransom’s hand comes up to stroke your hair.
“Can I suck your cock, daddy?” you ask, pouting up at him with your most innocent look.
The way his jaw ticks has your panties flooding with arousal. “You know I can’t say no to that mouth of yours, princess. Now put it to good use like the good little slut you are.”
You waste no time releasing him from the confines of his boxers. Grasping him tightly at the base you start with kitten licks to the tip. Revelling in the groans coming from the man above you. Making eye contact with him you shoot him a wink before wrapping your lips around him, pushing your head down until you can feel him at the back of your throat. You hollow your cheeks and pull back, making sure to swirl your tongue over the head.
“Fuck,” Ransom groans, fists tightening in your hair, “you gonna be a good girl and let daddy fuck your mouth, princess?”
You nod your head as best you can, placing your hands on his thick thighs as you look up at him, silently giving him permission.
“Gonna be the death of me, god damn,” Ransom murmurs before thrusting further into your mouth. You try your best to suppress your gag reflex but taking Ransom is no easy feat. Ransom sets a slow pace to start, letting you get used to it. You hum around him and he quickens his movements. It doesn’t take long for you to become a gagging, drooling mess around him as tears slip from your eyes.
“Shit, ah, taking me so well princess. Look at you, all sloppy and crying for me,” Ransom grunts, caressing the side of your face for a moment before leaning over you, forcing his cock further down your throat. You sputter around him and focus on breathing through your nose. Letting out a squeak when you feel a palm crack down on one of your ass cheeks.
Ransom pulls back, pulling your mouth off his cock in the process before he’s crashing his lips onto yours. It’s a clash of teeth and tongue as Ransom pulls you to sit up on your knees.
“Look at you,” he chuckles, wiping the stray tears from your cheeks, “took me so well. My perfect little slut.”
You can’t help the way your heart clenches, because you’re not his and you never will be. You know it's wrong. You know you should have stayed away. You know it's going to hurt. But for once, just this once, you wanted to be the one to walk away. You wanted this to be your decision. Because it hurts more when you have to wake up alone every time. Wondering if you should have done more. If you should have hidden parts of yourself. Been more.
“Turn around baby, hands and knees. Let me see that perfect ass.”
You shake the thoughts from your head as you do as he asks. Wiggling your ass against him when you’re in position which earns you a hard spank. You moan unabashedly, revelling in the sting and heat you can feel. Ransom’s palm comes down several more times before he’s gripping your cheeks roughly and spreading them.
“I can see how wet you are. Is this all for me,” he taunts, rubbing his fingers across your clothed core.
“Yes daddy, all for you,” you mewl, pushing back on his fingers, “please fuck me.”
“Fuck,” he spanks you again before tearing your panties off you, “since you asked so nicely princess.”
Without warning he pushes the head of his cock into your soaking entrance. Both of you groaning at the pleasure that ripples through your bodies. Ransom gives you a second to adjust before giving a tentative thrust. You moan, pushing back, needing more.
“You ready baby? Hands behind your back for me. Good girl.”
Ransom grabs hold of your hands in a tight grip behind your back before setting a punishing pace that has your back arching further. All you can hear are the loud slaps of his hips hitting your ass and your growing moans. You whimper when he stops.
“Fuck youself on my cock princess. Show daddy how much of a good girl you are,” Ransom grunts, letting go of your arms and grasping your hair to pull your head back.
Pushing yourself up on your arms you push back, grinding your hips over his cock.
“That’s it, so fucking gorgeous. Taking my cock so well,” Ransom chokes out, smacking both ass cheeks in quick succession before spreading your cheeks again. You feel his thumb brush over your tight hole and your hips stutter, earning a throaty chuckle from Ransom, “can’t wait to try this tight ass of yours one day princess but I won’t last today if I get in there. Pussy’s already gripping me like a vice, shit!”
You can’t help the slight smirk that graces your face. Knowing that he’ll never get the chance. Knowing that after taking everything else from you he’ll never have that. It’s not much but it’s a small victory.
Ransom grips your hips tightly, halting your movements before he’s driving into you repeatedly. Reaching the spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your toes curling.
“Shit, you’re so fucking tight. You close baby? Want daddy to make you come?” Ransom pulls you up so your back is against his chest. One of his hands wraps around your throat, squeezing slightly, causing you to moan loudly.
“Please, please I’m so close. Please make me come daddy,” you beg.
“I’ve got your princess, let go for me,” Ransom whispers against your neck before sucking a bruise there, his free hand sliding down your stomach to your clit, rubbing harsh circles over it that has your hips stuttering. The pleasure ripples through you like a tidal wave. Soft curses leaving your lips as your body ignites, sagging back against Ransom as he continues to push his hips into you. Groaning as you pulse around him.
“Such a good girl for me, shit, ah ‘m gonna come baby. Gonna fill you up like the good little slut you are,” Ransom whispers praises as his hips come to a stop against your ass and you feel the warmth of his release fill you.
Your sweaty bodies remain entwined as he leans you down so you're laid on your stomach, Ransom’s chest plastered against your back.
“Fuck, princess,” Ransom pants, “that was something else. You really pulled out all the stops,” he chuckled.
It was wrong, so wrong. And it hurts so much. But this time it's on your terms. This time he has to watch you leave.
You start to shift underneath him and he gets the hint to move, you whimper as he pulls out of you. Feeling the sticky mess of both your releases between your thighs. You close your eyes and take a deep breath to steady yourself. You need to leave. The longer you stay the more you risk losing your nerve.
“Hey, so I was thinking, if you wanted to stay the night that would be cool…” Ransom murmurs.
You bite back a sob, reminding yourself that this changes nothing. He’s eight months too late. Moving off the bed you start grabbing your clothes from around the room. Changing as quickly as you could and avoiding his gaze. One look in those blue eyes that were usually so cold, but held a softness for you that made you weak at the knees and you’d be back a square one.
"I meant what I said Ransom,” you sniffled, “we’re done. I can’t do this anymore.”
Picking up your things and your remaining dignity you walked towards the door, sneaking a look at Ransom who hadn’t moved off the bed, his eyes looked glassy. “I hope you find someone that’s worth having feelings for but I can’t keep pretending that person is me," you whispered, “goodbye Ransom.”
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Thank you so much for reading!! I really hope you enjoyed this 💕 as always comments and reblogs are so appreciated and I'll love you forever 💕
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the-iceni-bitch · 3 days ago
First of all, congratulations to 3k once again 💜🥳
Second of all, I may have teared up a little when I saw you tagged me 🥺🥺🥺💗 ily
And finally, my spin results:
Kink: bondage and edging
Character: Ransom Drysdale
Prompts: "I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow so fuck me harder." and "If you interrupt me one more time."
I feel like this would be perfect for our two favorite assholes 👀😂 But do with this what you want, it's gonna be awesome either way 🥳
This is so good for the OTP babe!!! Thought about putting this on in the sex dungeon but decided to make it a little softer.
Smut (cockwarming, use of sex toys, anal play, reader ismore of a soft dom in this one (but that’s actually worse for Ransom), little bit of fluff) no minors!!!
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“Baby, please. I can’t take any more.” Ransom let out a tortured sigh when you turned the intensity on the vibrator down again, his orgasm receding as you nibbled on his collarbone. 
“Aww, poor puppy.” You slowly kissed your way up his neck until you could suck a bruise against his jaw. “You know what to say if you really want it.”
Tears started leaking down his cheeks when you clenched around him, but he still had that set to his jaw that made you think he was gonna keep being a brat. Even with the vibrator buzzing against his prostate and your his cock buried in your pussy, he still wouldn’t cave and give you what you wanted. 
Unfortunately for him, you were absolutely fine torturing him for hours on end. Not like when he edged you and brought you to the precipice of your pleasure as fast as he could over and over so you would give in to him as soon as possible. 
But you could actually control yourself. It had been almost three hours since you’d tied him to your massive bed, the silk ropes around his wrists and ankles stretching him wide across the mattress, just enough slack in them so he could relax against the pillows. All the comfort in the world couldn’t help his escape from the torment you were inflicting on him, though.
The toy started buzzing faster inside him at the same time you started rolling your hips and he let out a pitiful whimper, sweat covering his entire body in a thin sheen as you started slowly drawing him towards his peak again. You felt him squirm underneath you and grinned against his throat before licking your way up to slot your mouth over his, your movements growing more deliberate as you did your best to get him worked up.
There was a buzzing from the nightstand and Ransom groaned when you sat up to grab your phone, your cunt flexing around him as you stretched to reach it while still keeping him fully sheathed in you.
“Oh my god, it’s Anne!” Your face spread in a wide grin as you texted back, starting to bounce yourself on Ransom’s cock without actually acknowledging him.
“Who?” Maybe if he kept you distracted with conversation, you’d finally let him come. He couldn’t remember you ever mentioning an “Anne”.
“My best friend? We’ve know each other since college.” You frowned at him before turning back to your screen. “I know I’ve talked about her before, Hugh.”
“Well, you talk about a lot of stuff, baby.” He was trying not to writhe underneath you, he was almost there, he needed to keep distracting you. “Why haven’t I met her if she’s your best friend?”
“She was helping with the opening of her company’s new offices in Amsterdam for the past year.” You slowed your movements down as you continued talking, trying not to look too happy when you heard him whine. “Apparently, data management and storage is a lot more involved than you would think.”
“Ah, shit, I don’t fucking care!” He was done, wrenching against his restraints wretchedly as he sought any form of friction. “Just make me come, you bitch.”
A desperate sob ripped from his chest when you went completely still, his body sagging against the bed in defeat when you shut off the vibrator, too. You just gave him an impassive stare as you watched him cry, crossing your arms over your chest while you waited for him to wear himself out.
“Now, that was pretty fucking stupid.” You reached up and dragged a finger through the tears that were staining his cheeks, bringing it up to your mouth and sucking the salty liquid between your lips as you glared at him. “I hope you feel better after that little outburst, because now you’re gonna have to stay quiet and still while I call my best friend.”
He just stared at the ceiling while you dialed the phone, panting with exhaustion as he tried to regain some control over himself. This was the longest you’d ever drawn him out, and he was cursing himself for being such a stubborn asshole.
“Anne? How the fuck are you, you bitch?” You ignored his sad little huffs as you chatted with your friend, winking at him and stroking his chest when he finally brought his eyes back to yours. “Why are you texting me so early? Isn’t it, like, 6 AM there?”
Forty-five minutes, that’s how long he had to listen to you chatting with that bitch he’d never even met like he wasn’t in the room. He’d only tried to get your attention once, moaning your name and trying to roll his hips underneath you until you gripped his jaw and muted your phone as you scowled at him.
“If you interrupt me one more time, I’ll leave you tied up here, frustrated, for the rest of the night after making myself come all over your chest. Close enough for you to smell and think about how fucking good my pussy tastes until whenever I decide to let you go in the morning. Now be good.”
He didn’t move a muscle for the rest of your conversation, knowing that you never made empty threats. It was surreal laying there, listening to you tell your friend about your relationship while your pussy was wrapped around his cock like it was the most mundane thing in the world. He wondered if this friend of yours knew how big of a freak you were.
“Alright, babe, let me know when your flight gets in and I’ll pick you up. Love you!” You looked positively giddy when you tossed your phone on the nightstand, curling over and pressing your lips to his until he started struggling against his bonds again. “Puppy, you did so good. And now I’m in such a good fucking mood with Anne moving back to the States. I’m gonna ride this big dick until you fill me up.”
“Ah, fuck.” His eyes rolled back in his head when you turned the vibrator on again, losing himself in the mixture of sensations as you sat up over him again and started to drive your hips against his. “Baby, shit, you feel so fucking good.”
“I know, puppy.” You reached behind you and placed your hands on his knees, leaning back and arching your spine as you continued grinding against him. “Ngh, love this big cock so much, hits me so fucking deep. You know how hard it is for me to just sit there with you inside me and not fuck the brains out of you? Why you gotta be such a damn brat?”
“Can’t help it, you’re too fucking cute when I piss you off.” He grinned when you rewarded him with a dark chuckle, the rhythm of your hips and the speed of the vibrator holding him right at the edge. “Baby, c’mon. I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow, so fuck me harder.”
“Aww, you want me to break you, puppy?” You turned up the intensity before pulling off him almost completely, then dropping back down to meet his hips and moaning when he screamed for you. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Fuck, he wished you’d untied him, he just wanted to hold your tits in his palms when he watched them bounce like that. A frantic chant of “yes” and “fuck” and “ungh” started falling from his lips as you basically drove him right to his peak then shoved him over the edge. The choked cry he let out when he started shooting his thick load into you had you coming right behind him, his body jerking wildly underneath you as he did his best to break out of his restraints. You let him ride it out as you creamed all over him, moaning low in your chest until his movements finally stilled.
“Jesus fuck, puppy.” You ran your fingers through his chest hair as you beamed down at him. “Now, say it so I can untie you and we can take a bath.”
“What?!” He looked at you incredulously as you cocked an eyebrow at him, huffing out a frustrated breath. “I thought we were finished.”
“Not until you say it, Hugh.” You shook your head at him. “I have no problem spending a night in the guest room if you insist on being a brat.”
“Fine.” God, he was fucking adorable when he pouted. “I’m sorry I watched Mindhunter without you. You were just at work so long, and it’s so good!”
“No excuses.” You bent to give him a peck on the lips and work at undoing his bindings. “I accept your apology, but it better not happen again, Hugh.”
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agentofbarnes · 3 days ago
Omg can we please get a fic of your idea of Ransom fucking reader into subspace? Maybe he panics a little because he can’t seem to get her out of it
OR after a hard day with his family he takes it out on reader and she has to safeword out but he feels like garbage afterwords and fluffy aftercare.
You have destroyed me with Ransom and Dewdrop  au 🥲
floating — ransom
au: dewdrop
warnings || smut, minors DNI, subspace, overstimulation, dumbification, degradation, fluffy aftercare, daddy kink
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Blurry.
Everything felt blurry and fuzzy. You had lost yourself somewhere along the way with Ransom’s thick cock railing up into your over sensitive cunt. You barely hanging on, tears streaming down your face while your head rested against Ransom’s.
Ransom smirked, admiring how your eyes rolled back, angelic moan echoing off the walls. His nails dug into through thighs, body pressed against the wall with only Ransom’s grip holding you up. You were pilant against his, delicate wrists tied into a harsh and tight knot. The skin around the black rope was irritated, red and blotchy from your struggle.
He made you put your arms around him, knotted hands restrained while your arms rested against the flexing muscle of his shoulders. Your linked arms around him and his holding you were the only support you had while he fucked you in the air. He lifted you relentless, a thin sheen on sweat layering over both your skins as you fell on his lengthy cock. The bulbous head pounded against thats sweet spot, over and over again till he had you crying.
And oh did you cry. His cock had made a mess of you, and you were so close to the edge. It would be the fifth orgasm after a whole day of edging.
“Gonna give daddy one more, and then you’re done, you want my cum leaking out that tight little whole, don’t you?
“Uh-huh,” came from your mouth while you try to gather the strength to actually speak, but you can’t find it. No, you are the brink of something so freeing and blissful. You felt as if you could float in how good you felt, gasping out when Ransom fucked into you harder.
“Fuck, baby, has daddy broken that dumb baby brain of yours? Huh? Shit, love seeing you like this, so stupid on my cock. Is my dumb baby gonna cum?”
You try to nod, struggling against the tie so you could claw at his chest but you lose that fight. Ransom gave one last obliterating thrust into your overused pussy before the feeling in you exploded and his cum splattered inside of you.
Your body is beyond out of your control, squirting juices over Ransom’s cock and abdomen. A loud groan emitted from his throat. You had squirted. Ransom felt like he could go another round right then.
“Fuck, baby, look at your soaking my cock, did daddy make you feel that good?”He teased, making you nodded wordlessly. He noticed how your eyes had glazed over, tears staining your face while you cling to him.
Ransom becomes softer in demeanor within seconds, laying you carefully on the bed. He untangled you from his body, gently untying the rope around your wrists. He very softly kissed the bruised skin, making you sigh happily in the sheets.
“You’re being awfully quiet, dewdrop, tell me what’s going on?”
“‘m floating,”You tried to explain, clinging to Ransom when he tried to get up to retrieve a wet towel.”Daddy, no...”
Ransom turned to you with concern in his eyes, noting that you had become disassociated from the pleasure. You had experienced far too much, making you feel like you were floating.
He wasn’t sure exactly to do. He had heard about subspace, but he had never actually had any experience. Ransom gently caressed your body, making you whine. You were sensitive, yet you craved his arms around you.
“I’m not going anywhere, dewdrop, just let me clean you up, okay?”He pulled away, but then you started to sniffle.
“Please don’t leave me,”You had begun to cry, making Ransom realize how much care he’d actually need to give you.
“I’m not, dewdrop, hey, look at me, I’m right here, come on, come back to me, okay? Daddy’s right here.”
You nodded, clutching at his chest and holding on to him for dear life. He whispered how good you had been and how much he loved you until you finally started to feel coherent again.
“‘m sorry,”You whispered, coming down from the incredible high you had experience, nuzzilng into his shoulder.
“What for?”He asked gently, kissing your forehead gently.
“I’m acting all dumb, and I can’t..think straight, I always—“
“Shush, hey, I like when you get dumb for me, you just got a little extra dumb tonight, it was nice, but look at me,”Ransom demanded, tilting your chin to look at him.”Was tonight too much? Is that why you disassociated? Did I hurt you and you couldn’t say your safeword?”
You shook your head,”No, no, I felt...comfortable, I trust you to take me over the edge. We’ve together for awhile, Ran, I like submitting to you and I dunno, I guess tonight I felt so good, it was so intense, and I trusted you, I knew I’d be okay because daddy’s was here.”
Ransom pushed down the wave of emotion that filled his chest, blinking back his own tears before pressing a soft kiss against your lips. You whined into him,”Did feel a little dumb, baby? Or do you think you can take a shower with me?”
You shook your head,”I still fuzzy and warm, can we just shower tomorrow?”You murmured, curling into his chest with immense comfort. He held you closer, running his fingers through your hair.
“Yeah, just get some rest, dewdrop, daddy’s got you.”
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buppybucky · 4 days ago
Idk if you take request but if you do then maybe a one bed trope thing with bucky and he gets morning wood and you wake up like what is that and he's like it's the morning and he's not embarrassed and then sex and fluff pls thanks ❤️
morning wood
PAIRINGS! avengers!bucky x avengers!f!reader
SUMMARY! in which bucky is too tired to be embarrassed of his morning wood.
WARNINGS! unprotected sex, 18+ minors dni, pet names (candy), one sided feelings, sleepy sex kinda, cocky bucky, fingering, oral (f)
A/N! i’m sorry for not making it clear but i am taking requests! currently, i have no works but if i do then my requests would be slightly delayed!
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“i am not working with that disgusting man child!” the loud voice rang through the small room. bucky looked up at the girl with a smirk. “c’mon, it’ll be fun! great bonding time.” he teased.
you rolled your eyes and sat in the seat, crossing your arms with a huff. “well, it’s either that or you resign.” tony said, pulling out the letter of resignation. you pulled the pen from his desk and started to write.
“it’s not that bad!” bucky yelled, grabbing the pen and throwing it away. you looked at him and scowled. “okay, well, there’s a motel booked, you two better enjoy.” tony smirked as he walked out.
that night, you had finished packing your bag and you were ready to go. “hi candy.” bucky’s voice sounded through your room. you sighed and turned to him. “what?” you asked.
bucky shrugged and walked towards your bed. “was bored, knew i could annoy you.” bucky smirked, laying back and watching you pack your small bag. “well, you can’t, i have stuff to do.” you said.
you walked into the bathroom and took off your shirt. “shower? i’ll join.” bucky teased, making you scoff and lock your bathroom door.
after your shower, bucky was still in your room so you had to change in the bathroom. you walked out and brushed through your wet hair. “y’look so good right now.” bucky bit his lip.
you scoffed and rolled your eyes, grabbing your skincare and starting it. “wanna do some f’me too, candy?” bucky stood up, sitting next to you. you put some moisturiser on your fingers and slapped his cheek.
bucky sighed and rubbed it in before getting up. “i’d be nice, girlie, we’re going t’be together for a while.” he spat before walking out of the room. you smirked and went back to your skincare.
the next day was completely hectic, you wouldn’t recommend it to absolutely anyone. you and bucky made it to the motel, and to make matters worse, someone thought that the signing under stark was a joke.
it was deleted and now there was only one room with one bed, one single bed. “it’s fine, he can sleep on the floor, bucky pay.” you said, wanting to sit down immediately.
bucky paid and got the key, bringing you to the room. you took the shower first, knowing that if you sat down you wouldn’t get up again. you walked out, seeing bucky wrapping up his wounds.
he went into shower and you took over with wrapping up the small wounds scattered all over you. bucky quickly came out, wrapped in only a towel around his waist.
you looked up at him before looking back at the bed. “y’know you were supposed to use the towels as a blanket.” you spoke as you jumped back, getting under the blanket.
bucky rolled his eyes and changed into his pyjamas. “i can’t sleep on the floor without a blanket.” bucky said, standing next to the bed. you shrugged and opened your phone.
“there’s a lot of space in the bed, are they sure it’s a single?” bucky asked, looking around you. you sighed and move over, opening up the covers. bucky smiled and got in, making himself comfortable.
you sighed and turned off your phone, as well as the small lamp beside the bed. “bucky i’m falling off the fucking bed.” you groaned, your ass cheek literally falling from the bed.
bucky lifted you up, now you were almost sitting on him. “night, candy.” bucky smirked, placing his head into your neck. you sighed and tried to fall asleep.
you were rudely woken up a few hours later by bucky’s leg falling over your own legs and something poking your lower back. “bucky.” you said, hitting his hip. he groaned.
you did it again, and again, and again, until finally, he lifted his head. “what the fuck is poking me?” you asked, looking back at him. “huh? oh, it’s my dick.” he mumbled, putting his head back.
“your dick?” you asked. he nodded and pulled your into his chest. “yeah, it’ll go down later, j’come back to sleep.” he whispered, kissing your shoulder. you jerked your shoulder, hitting him in the nose.
he groaned and moved back quickly. “fuck!” he yelled, holding the bridge of his nose. “don’t kiss me.” you said, shaking your head and going back to your original position.
you tried to deny it, but you felt a certain shock through your body when bucky kissed your shoulder. bucky got out of the bed to clean his, now bloody, nose.
bucky got back into bed, and pulled you close into him. “it’s the least y’can fuckin’ do.” he said, pulling you into him, the feeling of his boner against him made your panties dampen.
“i know you’re wet, can smell ya.” bucky mumbled, moving your hair away and kissing your neck. you whined and pushed him off. “c’mon candy, we’re both horny, might as well relieve some pressure.”
you moved your hand from him and let him continue to kiss your neck. “fine, but in this position i don’t want to look at you.” you mumbled. bucky nodded and pulled down your pants.
he pulled down your panties before slapping your ass. “i’ve fuckin’ dreamed of this moment since i met ya.” he whispered in your ear. you bit your lip and looked down at his hand on your waist.
he pulled down his pants and boxers before sliding his tip through your slit. you gasped quietly and gripped his hand. bucky smirked and slid into you.
you moaned and your hand on his hand tightened. “there y’go.” he groaned, slowly sliding in and out of you. you whined and wiggled your hips.
bucky but his lip and pressed his thumb into your ass. “y’feel s’fuckin’ good, candy.” bucky grumbled as he continued at his painfully slow pace. you slapped his hip and whined.
“faster, harder, anything.” you complained, gripping at his naked hip. bucky complied and thrusted faster, the sound of their skin slapping was slightly muted by the sheets.
bucky whined and lifted you up. “candy, i’m gettin’ no where in this position, let’s change, hm?” he mumbled. you nodded and sat on his lap, turning around the face him.
“gonna look at me, candy?” he teased, gripping your hips. you sighed and rolled your eyes, sliding onto him. “shut up bucky, i’m using you for your dick.” you moaned.
you felt bucky’s tip bounce off all the right angles, hitting your sweet spot. “fuck! oh god!” your legs squeezed around his waist, crying out in pleasure. “ya look s’fuckin’ good takin’ my cock like a good girl.”
you rolled your eyes to the back of your head as you felt the knot in your stomach fall onto the verge of snapping. “oh my god i’m gonna cum.” you moaned, gripping his shoulders.
your nails dug into his skin and left crescent shapes as you released all over him. your body curled up and you fell back. bucky pulled out and finished on your lower stomach.
instead of getting back into bed, bucky bent over and rubbed your clit, sliding a finger inside you. “what are you doing?” you asked, looking down at him. he shrugged and started pumping his fingers in and out.
you moaned and arched your back. “i wanna see if this pretty cunt can squirt.” he moved his fingers from your clit, connecting his lips instead. your eyes were sat at the back of your head.
bucky pulled his fingers out and soon replaced it with his tongue. “bucky.” you dragged out in a whine. bucky smirked and pulled away, sliding his fingers inside you again.
“c’mon, candy, squirt for me.” he moaned, continuing to suck on your clit. you felt an unfamiliar knot form in your lower stomach. “fuck, fuck, fuck!” you moaned out.
bucky curled his fingers and practically assaulted your sweet spot. “holy fuck!” you yelped, feeling yourself come loose. you squirted all over bucky’s face, making him moan quietly.
“that’s it, candy.” he smirked as he pulled away, cleaning you up with his tongue. you tried to regain your breath as bucky went to clean his face.
bucky came back and sat down in front of you. “so, still hate me?” he asked, helping you with your pants. you sat up and nodded. “yup, night buck.” you said as you crawled back into bed.
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starlight-rogers · 4 days ago
Could you do Prompt #18 where the reader goes down on Chris(or one of his characters) and he’s super needy and desperate?
Need It
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Word count: 800+ words
Summary: 18. "Please don't stop."
Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), mentions of oral (f receiving), kinda cock worship????, subby!Chris, dirty talk, 18+ only
A/N: I love requests that give me subby!Chris vibes! Hope you all enjoy this little drabble
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"Please."
His plea for more sends warmth running straight to your core as you moan against the soft skin of his inner thigh. You loved seeing him underneath you, begging for more, and you weren't ready to give him what he wanted just yet.
"What do you want, baby?" you ask with a smirk, your lips getting closer to the juncture where his thigh meets his crotch. It's not enough for him, it could never be, and you know that by the way he grinds his hips into the air desperately, the need to feel your mouth on his cock growing more intense with every passing second.
"I-I need, oh god!" he moans as you fan your breath out against his rock-hard member, making it almost impossible for him to form a full sentence as you look to him with expectant eyes, "Need your mouth, please."
You hum in content with his begging, leaning up to press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock, precum gathering on your lips as he moans loudly at the action, "That feel good?" you ask, enjoying the way that you had rendered him a needy, fucked-out mess with only a few small touches.
"Fuck, sweetheart," he moans out, watching as you grasp his cock in your hand, very slowly pumping him as your tongue teases his head, "Feels so fucking good."
You suck his tip between your lips in response to his praise, humming around him and watching as the vibrations through his cock send him closer to delirium. It's like all that Chris can feel or see or hear is you. The way your mouth fits snugly around him as you pump what you can't swallow with your hand. The way your eyes look up at him with glistening joy as you watch him fall apart beneath you. The sounds of you moaning around him as you taste him on your tongue. He's surrounded by your presence entirely, and it's intoxicating.
You pull off his cock to take in a greedy breath, chuckling when he whines at the loss of contact.
"Oh, baby, do you need me to make you cum?" he nods furiously at your question, and you're not sure if you even see tears glistening in his eyes as he looks down at you, "Use your words, baby."
"Please, need to cum," he gasps as you swirl your thumb around his tip, his cock twitching in your hand. He's close, so fucking close and all he needs is your gorgeous mouth on his cock to send him tumbling over the edge. You don't tease for much longer, taking him back into your mouth and taking as much of him as you can into your throat, "Don't stop, oh fuck! Please don't stop."
You hum around him as you bob your head, doubling your efforts to get him over the edge into pure bliss. You can feel the way his thighs are trembling beneath your touch, the way that his cock is quivering in your mouth, dribbles of his precum falling on your tongue every time you sink down onto him.
You can tell that he's right on the brink, and when you reach out with one hand to fondle his balls, he's a goner. With a loud whimper that turns into a groan, he spills into your throat, his hips moving of their own accord as his orgasm takes over. You swallow every drop he gives you, allowing him to use your mouth to prolong his release for as long as possible before he stops moving from oversensitivity and you slowly let him slip out of your mouth.
He looks like a total wreck as you take in the sight of him, eyes clenched shut tight, mouth hung open in a silent scream of pleasure, chest heaving and body slicken with sweat as he comes down from pure euphoria. You pepper kisses all along his chest and jawline until he calms down enough to open his eyes and it's then that you pull him into a kiss.
The kiss is soft and sweet, and Chris groans against you when he tastes himself on your tongue.
"Baby girl, that mouth of yours is gonna be the death of me." he pants out with a chuckle, making you giggle as you press a soft kiss to his lips.
"You know you love it." you reply with a cheeky giggle, gasping as he rolls the two of you over so you're now pressed against the mattress with Chris hovering over you, "What're you doing?"
"Giving my little minx exactly what she deserves." he teases, kissing his way down your tummy before pressing a kiss to your mound over the damp fabric of your panties, smirking as you gasp at the contact, "I'm gonna eat this pretty little pussy until you can't remember your own name."
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flowerbouquet · 4 days ago
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─◌✰್ 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐈𝐬 𝐀 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞
𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨: In which you like it when Ransom gets jealous (ft Ransom Drysdale and Ari Levinson, there’s literally one sentence about him but he’s the cause of this nasty wall sex hehe)
𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Involves unprotected sex, fingerfuck, creampie and against the wall sex. This is absolutely filthy and I’m probably going hell for it but enjoyyy :P MINORS DNI & DONT PLAGIARISE
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You would be lying if you said you didn’t like it when Ransom got jealous. Something about seeing his eyes darken and his jaw clench always had you going and whenever he did end up getting jealous, which was now less frequent than ever but nonetheless still happened, you knew it would lead to some passionate fucking on the floor of your bedroom or some wall sex where Ransom claimed you as his and his only. He marked you, planting his seed deep within you and making sure you felt that pain in your legs day after the whole interaction.
So sometimes you couldn’t help but wear a dress that was a little bit too tight, showcasing your cleavage a little bit too much to one of the many parties Ransom held. As soon as you had walked in, his eyes were on you, dragging up and down your body with an intensity that had you shivering with rapt anticipation.
Throughout the whole of the night, Ransom was by your siding, arm tight around your hip and fingers pressing into your ass, pulling you flush against him. It was a telltale sign that you had caught someone else’s attention and he was trying to show that you were his. He further amplified this by pulling you in for a nasty passionate kiss where his tongue explored the inside of your mouth as his hand came down to spank your ass, “you’re driving me crazy, you know that?” He growled against your lips making you giggle lightly. “It’s my plan”
“Being a naught girl aren’t you? Let’s go home” he spoke, voice deep as he pulled away from your lips and grabbed your hand, guiding you out of the packed club you two were at. He didn’t even care he was the host, he just needed to get out and claim you as his.
During the car ride, Ransom kept one hand on the wheel whilst the other slid up and down your thighs, disappearing underneath your dress and pushing your panties to the side so he could have a feel of how much you truly needed him. “That bastard, Ari couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Lucky I didn’t bust his face in” he groaned, remembering the way the man was eyeing your cleavage pretty much eye fucking you right infront of him. He got pretty distracted by your lips to even say anything in that moment at the club which was a miracle because normally Ransom isn’t one to hold back from a fight especially if it involves with something to do with his girl.
You could feel the way Ransoms thick fingers were spreading your lips apart before he slowly but surely dipped them inside of you, he had the tips of two of his fingers inside of you and you were already squirming on the passenger seat. Your hand goes to hold his wrist whilst he started to move his fingers in and out of you, bottoming out each time and curling them just right so that he hit your g-spot every time. His eyes were still on the road as you fell apart right besides him, your body shaking from the overwhelming pleasure and your pussy clenching and unclenching around his thick fingers.
He was quick to pull them out of you, a smirk visible on his face as he sucked your juices off them and drove you the rest of the way home but not before making a quick remark about how he was going to “absolutely wreck” you once you get there.
It was only a 10 minute ride and before you knew it, Ransom was parking up into your drive. You quickly stumble out of the car, your knees still weak from your previous activities and Ransom chuckles before opening up the door and guiding you in.
You’re barely through the door when he’s pushing you up against the wall, his lips on yours as you lift up to wrap your legs around his waist, your hands going to tangle into his hair. Ransoms mouth latches onto your neck, sucking a bruise under your jaw and biting at the junction between your collarbone and shoulder, something that has your eyes rolling back as he has found your sweet spot just like that.
“Mine” he growls against you as he quickly goes to fumble with his belt, you doing your best to pull off your dress all whilst being squashed inbetween the wall and ransoms sturdy chest. Once your clothes are off, ransom pulls off your bra with one hand and pushes your panties to the side, guiding his hard cock towards your dripping entrance. He had decided that the fingerfuck in the car was enough foreplay for the night.
A raspy moan erupted from your mouth when his cock made its way into you, stretching you out just how you liked it. You could feel every ridge and vein against your velvety walls and the feeling had you pulling at Ransoms hair in pleasure, it somewhat grounded you and he also loved having his hair pulled so it was a win win situation.
One of his hands where grasping the beneath of your thigh as he hoisted you up against the wall, repeatedly grinding his erection into you whilst the other made its way down your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind, and landed at your tiny bundle of nerves. His fingers pressed against your clit and the feeling had your eyes fluttering and your walls clenching.
Ransoms mouth found your jaw again and he began sucking love bites there to remind you that you were his, “all mine” he moaned, eyes closed and enjoying the feeling of you wrapped around his body; you arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist as your walls suffocated his cock just the way he liked it.
“Yours” you manage to let out as his mouth now connected with your shoulder, his pace had increased, thrusting into you messily causing the pleasure in your abdomen to build signalling to Ransom that you were close. He could tell by the way you clung to him and the way your nails dug into his back making him bury himself as deep as he could inside of you, sending you over the edge. Your legs tighten around Ransoms waist and your eyes shut tight as you let your body take over.
Ransom kept a close eye on you whilst he started thrusting into you again, watching the way your high left you a withering and sensitive mess and not before long he was stilling his hips, pressing his dick directly against your g-spot as his balls tightened and he let go. His seed shooting deep within you. He was panting and groaning at the feeling of his cock twitching and emptying inside of you. “Fuck, you’re all mine. No one can take you away” he panted against your lips before connecting his lips with yours in a passionate and needy kiss.
He was still nestled deep within you and you smile against him. “All yours, I promise”
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twoghostsfromeden · 4 days ago
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Jealousy, Jealousy
Ransom Drysdale x Famous!Reader
Word Count: 1.3k
Summary: Ransom shows you that you're not alone.
Warnings: y/n is a brat im so sorry, mentions of alcohol and weed, slightly soft ransom?? Pretend like "Knives Out" never happened,
A/N: This is my eighth prompt for ‘Sour’
Nepotism Babies in Hollywood.
It's sickening.
You stand in the corner of the party, your eyes following a group of girls who have never worked hard a day in their lives. They're only here because their parents were lucky enough to be famous, meaning their children are automatically famous.
Nepotism. You'll never understand it.
You're here because you worked hard to be where you are, at the top of Hollywood. You've acted in several movies, all grossing more than $2 million.
"Y/n, what are you doing here?" You hear a voice call out. You turn to face the voice, your eyes rolling back in their sockets.
Ransom Drysdale. The biggest nepotism baby of all times. He's only at this party because his grandfather runs a huge publishing company. You chug down the glass of tequila in your hand, preparing yourself for this conversation. You don't know Ransom that well, having only spoken to him a handful of times, but you've heard from several people that he's an asshole.
"I'm here because I earned it," You snarl, suddenly feeling anger toward the innocent man. What does he mean, what are you doing here? You belong here, you might be the only person here that actually belongs here.
Ransom chuckles, raising an eyebrow. "Care to elaborate?" He asks, standing next to you. Your head is filled with the smell of his cologne, along with the faint smell of weed.
You inhale the smell, suddenly wishing you were the one that had been smoking. "You wouldn't understand," You mutter, barely audible over the music filling the room.
Ransom nudges your arm with his elbow, a smirk growing on his face. "Try me,"
You look up at him, rolling your eyes as you give in. "Fine. Look at everyone in this room. What do they all have in common?" You ask him. He looks around the room, peering over his glass. Once he's done, he looks back at you.
"They're all incredibly good-looking," He jokes, causing you to groan. "See? I knew you wouldn't take it seriously," You say, trying to block out the sound of Ransom laughing.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," He laughs, leaning against the wall. You sigh, fixing your eyes one on girl in particular.
"Take Kendall, for example. She's only famous because her mother married Robert Kardashian. She's literally only famous because someone murdered someone else." You say, your annoyance growing.
Ransom smiles at you, his eyebrow raised once again. "And what does that have to do with you?" He asks. He's closer now, hovering over you. You look up at him, shrugging your shoulders.
Maybe you're being dramatic, but you can't help it. You left home at 16 to move across the country, that's how bad you wanted to be an actress. There were many nights you went hungry, using all of the money you had to land more roles.
The majority of Hollywood will never experience that.
"Nothing. It's just hard to see everyone else having it so easy. While I'm working hard for my fame, most of the nepotism babies are on vacation. They all make money because their bodies are perfect. More power to them, I guess," you say, muttering the last part.
You never want to come across as a bitter woman, you believe in woman lifting up other women. But that doesn't mean you can't be frustrated at the system.
Ransom playfully puts an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. The action doesn't make you uncomfortable at all. If anything, it relaxes you. "What do you say we get out of here?" He asks.
You pull away from him, furrowing your eyebrows. "Seriously? I pour my heart out to you and you try to get in my pants?" You ask, disgusted.
Ransom rolls his eyes, placing his cup on a nearby table. "No, y/n. Believe it or not, I actually want to show you something," He says. You stare at him, trying to spot any trace of mischievous intentions.
When you don't see any, you give in, taking his extended hand. You allow him to lead you through the crowd, wondering where he's taking you. He's been surprisingly pleasant during your conversation, you don't want him to screw it up.
He leads you out to where he's parked, his fancy car. "Are you seriously rubbing your fancy car in my face?" You ask, watching him as he opens the passenger door.
"No," He says, motioning for you to get in the car. You stare at him, not moving a muscle. Ransom sighs, stomping his foot like a little child. "Just get in the car," He orders.
You give in, not wanting to argue. You sit in the leather seat, the cold leather cooling down your warm thighs. Ransom gets in the driver's seat, instantly starting up the car. The radio comes on, the car filling up with the sound of a song you would bet was on 50 shades of grey.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes as he pulls away from the party, driving down the road. The night sky is clear, except for the few blinking lights overhead. Ransom hums the song, his hand on the gearstick.
"You're not going to kill me, are you?" You ask, your voice cutting through the silence. Ransom chuckles, his eyes straight ahead. "No, thanks. I don't want to go to jail for killing the hottest actress in Hollywood right now,"
You blush at his confession, your eyes dropping to your lap. You ride in silence for the rest of the way, until you're parked in front of a rundown apartment complex.
You glance over at Ransom, your eyebrows furrowed. "Okay, I'm seriously starting to think that you're going to kill me," You say.
Ransom doesn't smile, not even chuckling quietly. You swallow the lump in your throat, looking back at the complex. "I know you think I'm just a spoiled brat who was handed everything he ever wanted," Ransom starts.
You keep your mouth shut, not wanting to interrupt. He's right, everyone thinks he's a spoiled brat.
"But that's not true. As soon as I turned 18, my family kicked me out. Said they wanted me to fend for myself," He mutters, clearing his throat.
You want to reach out to touch his hand so badly, you've never seen him like this before. If the car wasn't dark, you could've sworn you saw a tear run down his cheek.
"I bounced from couch to couch for a while, before saving up enough money to rent an apartment here. It took everything I had to pay the rent, so there were some nights I didn't eat," He tells you. His voice is shaky now, you can't resist any longer.
You reach out to touch his hand, your thumb rubbing the skin lightly. "Ran, you don't have to tell me this," You say, the nickname rolling off of your tongue.
He glances over at you, a soft smile on his lips. "I just want you to know that you're not alone. Not everyone had everything handed to them." He explains.
You practically shrink back in your seat, embarrassed by the way you had been acting. You have no right to judge, you don't know anyone's story. You certainly wouldn't' have expected this from him.
"My grandpa saw how hard I had been working and invited me to work with him at the publishing company. I was able to work my way up to the top from there,"
Ransom moves his hand, his now on top of yours. He holds your hand, his eyes focused on you. "I didn't mean to judge," You say, your voice barely above a whisper.
Without hesitation, Ransom brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the skin. You blush at the action, liking this side of him.
Maybe he's not such an asshole after all.
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wakingbeauty · 4 days ago
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Your Deviant Ways
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Summary: You're bored of your fiancé, your home, and your regular, dull life. The more your mother disapproves of venturing out, the more you find yourself wanting to go. Maybe just a little visit to the woods in the night when no one sees. When you end up stumbling into a mysterious stranger, his charm leaves you enamored and curious about what he plans to show you in those dark woods.
Pairing: Satyr!Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader
Word Count: 4.3 K
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Dubious Consent, Sex Pollen, Satyr!Ransom is his own warning
Author’s Note: I have so many people I want to thank!! Most of all I want to thank @whisperlullaby and @river-soul for betaing and being my cheerleaders. I want to thank the Knob Lickers discord group for encouraging me and inspiring me to write. I also want to thank @slothspaghettiwrites for coming up with this concept and letting me run with it!!
You were tired of having to sit around the drawing room and pretend to be interested in your betrothed’s droning. Was this what your life was going to be like? You, sitting pretty and politely pretending to listen to your soon to be husband all the while imagining a life beyond him. Right now you were thinking of the woods near the estate. They seemed like a portal to another land. In a way, you supposed they were, for everyone knew the woods belonged to the beasts. Occasionally a few would come out to trade with the townsfolk at the market, their crafts highly sought after by most. The last time you went there you bought the most delicate and intricate piece of Dryder silk lace you’d ever laid eyes on. You’d seen them less than a handful of times, mostly when you were a young girl. Your mother felt they were too sexual for a growing young woman to view.
You couldn't deny her concern. Their bodies were carved works of art, the men just as attractive as the women. It was when you were 16 that a young and handsome half orc approached you, after that your mother forbade you from ever going to market again. She had little idea the maids lent you their romance novels, taboo ones filled with human beast relations. They taught you that beasts lived freer than humans and women there were just as important and listened to as the men. It was what you wanted for yourself.
Finally, hours later you were free of your boring fiancé. He had stayed through dinner forcing you to spend more time in his company. With him gone you were able to quickly excuse yourself from the rest of the night by claiming exhaustion. You told your mother you had been so excited to spend time in presence you were overwhelmed. She bought it, hook, line, and sinker. Instead of bathing, you sat at your window, looking out over the woods in the distance past the gardens and wishing you could be there. Why couldn’t you be there? There was really no reason you couldn’t be at least for a night. You had long since perfected the art of sneaking out of your bedroom at night. Your window overlooked the gardens, giving the perfect opportunity to spend the warm summer nights surrounded by the beauty of the flowers. Locking your door you dug deep in your chest, pulling out the lantern you hid inside for nights just like this. Quickly throwing on shoes you opened your window, stepping out onto the ledge, and climbing down the ivy clad trellis. Making sure to hide from sight, you kept to the edges of the garden walls, the shadows cast by the walls offering you cover until you reached the gate that led to the fields beyond.
Crossing the fields that were the barrier between the two lands you finally felt free, your chest lighter than it had been for months. You hadn’t realized how much you had felt repressed until now. Soon you came to the edge of the woods, the sun was slowly setting as you crossed into them. It felt as though you had been transported into another world, and your skin tingled as you set your foot down on the hard ground of the woods.
Unlike the outside of the forest, the inside was strung with lanterns along the trees, a wide path winding further into the woods. You could feel the magic in the air and it called your name, leading you deeper. There were many smaller paths branching off the main one, but it wasn’t until you came across one with an arbor of grapes that you stepped astray. You were amazed the grapes were almost ripe. The ones near your house wouldn’t be ready to be plucked for weeks. Looking up in awe you were so distracted as you walked that you didn’t notice the man sitting off to the side of the path watching you with his lips quirked in amusement. Running your hands along the arbor you startled in surprise when a smooth voice called out to you. 
“Lost are we?”
Turning around wildly you stopped and stared at the handsome Satyr sitting nearby. His broad chest was bare and virile, covered with a fine layer of soft looking curls. His eyes were the deepest blue you’d ever seen and he had a mouth carved in a wicked smirk. The slowly setting sun that bled through the canopy accenting his rich brown hair illuminating the horns on his head.
 “Ah, no? Well, maybe a little,” you awkwardly chuckled, shrugging as you bit down on your lip nervously. You played with the hems of your sleeves as you tried not to stare. It was hard not to, you’d never seen someone so handsome as him, human or other. “Do you live near here?” 
Slyly grinning he nodded, “Close enough”
 “Oh.” You didn’t know what else to say even though there was so much you wanted to ask. 
Taking advantage of your silence he casually offered, “You know there’s a festival tonight. I was thinking of going by myself, but you look like you could use the fun. How about I take you with?”
Overwhelmed by his kind offer, you missed the way his eyes roamed over your body. “Really? You’d do that for me?” 
Nodding back at you he stood, walking over to stop in front of you. “Of course, I can’t leave a pretty girl like yourself out here all alone." 
Smiling shyly, you looked down at the ground gratefully accepting his offer.  “Then yes, I’d love to.” You had so much you wanted to ask him, but your shyness held you back. Instead, you silently  watched and followed behind him as he led you deeper into the woods. You were glad he was in front guiding you because you found yourself in awe of the muscles on his back and the thickness of his furred thighs. Was his fur as soft as it looked? You wanted to reach out and touch, you were so tempted to, but you held your hand. He was a person just like you, it’d be rude to do so. Still you’d never seen a human built like him and you couldn’t help wondering if all Satyrs were as handsome as him. As if he felt your eyes on him he turned around and winked, causing heat to rush to your face.
Finally, finding the nerve to speak up you asked, “Do you, I mean, do a lot of humans come this way? Have you met many?” 
He paused as if considering your words, his voice amused when he finally spoke. “Mmm, a few here and there. You’re not the first to venture into these woods if that's what you mean.” The farther you walked the darker the sky became, and you gasped in awe as the arbor around you slowly lit up. Globes of light, smaller than you’d ever seen, illuminated the path hidden in the foliage above you. 
“Wait, I just realized I never asked your name.” 
He chuckled and turned back to you, “I was wondering when you were going to get around to asking. Figured I’d let you take your time. Name’s Ransom.” 
Ransom? You weren’t sure the name fit him, he was too beautiful for such a name. You’d imagined his name being more poetic. Your emotions must have shown on your face because he chuckled again. 
“It’s a family name. Better than my given name I’ll tell you that. What’s your name?” Shyly you told him and he nodded. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” 
Giggling, you shook your head at his flattery. Soon, you heard the sounds of revelry and merriment up ahead. He slowed his gait, walking beside you as he grasped your hand in his. You couldn’t stop yourself from comparing his touch  to your fiancé’s, the few times he’d held your hand his grasp was limp and weak. Ransom held your hand confidently, his palm smooth and warm. You looked up at him with wide eyes and he smiled at you.
“Gotta make sure everyone knows you’re with me.” That made perfect sense. You couldn’t imagine they’d want a random human intruding on their festivities. Before you reached the revelry, he stopped and lifted your arm, turning you in place with a playful spin. “Though actually you know what, I have something back at my place that would help even more with that. You don’t mind stopping there first, do you?”
 “Oh no, I don’t mind.”
 “Good. Let’s get to it then.” Slipping off the path you walked down a much smaller one now, more dimly lit than before with lights hidden in the flora on the forest floor. The trek was longer than you expected, it seemed he lived a fair distance away from wherever the festival was being held. Perhaps it was the center of their town? 
Suddenly though you walked past a tree and there it was. A structure of clean lines and smooth wood seemed to appear out of nowhere. Walking with your hand still in his, Ransom led you to the door and held it open for you to enter first. Inside was like nothing you’d seen before. The furniture was completely unfussed, strikingly sharp in comparison to the furniture at your house. You expected something more like the images in your books, furniture that was more earthen, in tune with the environment it was in.
Guiding you to the window he offered you a chair, “Please take a seat. I'll only be a minute.” 
Hesitantly you sat down on one of the chairs, the leather smooth and warm. Fidgeting with the hems of your sleeves you looked around in awe. You were so very curious as to what he was going to bring you, and before you knew it you were up exploring the room, running your hands along the smooth surfaces and furniture. Your curiosity led you from room to room until you ended up in a sitting room of sorts. There was a table made purely of glass, something you’d never seen before. 
Engrossed with your surroundings you missed the soft clicking of his hooves on the floor. “There you are, I’ve been looking for you. Figured you might be thirsty after all the walking so I fixed us some tea.” Looking up in surprise at the sound of his voice, you were about to apologize when he spoke. In his hands was a tea set that he set on the table.
Smiling at him you nodded, “I hadn’t thought about it, but I am a little parched.”
Chuckling, he spoke, “You’re so sweet and polite. I like that.” Flustered, you looked down shyly at his praise, unused to such compliments. “Please sit and I’ll pour for us.”
You shook your head, you couldn’t possibly let him do such a thing. He’d already done so much for you.
“Please, I insist.” Sitting on the surprisingly firm, yet incredibly comfortable sofa you waited as he poured the warm tea into your cup. “I hope you like it. It’s a local blend so it might taste different than tea you’re used to.” 
“Oh, I’m sure I will. It smells amazing.” His wicked smirk went unnoticed as you delicately picked up your cup, inhaling the scent before lightly taking a sip. “It’s so floral yet slightly spicy? I’ve never had anything like this.” 
Sitting across from you, he leaned back in his seat, watching you intently. “Like I said, it’s local.” After a few more sips you set your cup back down on its saucer. “I didn’t get a chance to say so earlier, but your house is beautiful.” 
“Thank you. I’m glad you like it, it’d be a shame if you didn't.” 
Tilting your head you didn’t quite understand what he meant but you still nodded along. Soon you started feeling warm all over. Fanning yourself, you sighed in relief when he came to sit beside you, placing his warm hand on your head. It shouldn’t have felt so good. You should have pulled away at his forwardness but instead you leaned into his touch, wanting more. 
Purring he soothed you with his hands, “Almost there.” 
You didn’t even hear him as you closed your eyes, focusing on his hand. You felt the sofa dip as he moved closer to you, his hand stroking down your face to your neck. His nimble fingers slid down your back where they quickly unbuttoned your dress. Opening your eyes you glanced at him in confusion.
 “Wh-what’s going on?” 
“Shh, I’m going to make you feel better.” 
Nodding you closed eyes once more, sighing as he cut through your corset laces. Pulling your dress down over arms you held them out limply for him to do with as he pleased. You never dreamed you’d be so brazen, but it all felt so right just now.
“There we go. That’s a good girl.” He leaned in then, softly kissing your neck, his horns grazing it delicately as you gasped. His lips felt like heaven on your fevered flesh. His hands pulled your corset away from your body, throwing it on the floor as he grasped your chemise. Easily shifting you, he slid the piece of clothing off your body, letting it pool on the floor around your boots. Breathing heavily you swallowed, “I feel so hot.” 
He grinned against your neck, leaving hot wet kisses on it. “I know.”
Brows furrowing you tried to think about anything other than what was happening, “Why do I feel so hot?” 
Humming on your skin between kisses he told you, “It’s the tea.”
You didn’t have time to think about what he meant before you were hit by a craving so intense you blindly grabbed his arms. It was reminiscent of the feelings the erotic novels the maids smuggled to you gave you. Only so much more intense. Ransom chuckled, easily pulling your arms off of him.
Whispering in your ear he said, “You’re not going to be able to think of anyone else when I’m through with you.” His surprisingly smooth hands slid up your body, cupping your breasts, and feeling the weight of them in his palms before tugging on your nipples. Crying out in surprise you looked down and then back up at his wicked smirk. 
“So sensitive,” he murmured almost to himself before dipping to take one in his mouth. His eyes were on you as he suckled your breast, teeth scraping on the nipple. His hand covering your other breast mimicked the sensations as best it could. You arched into his mouth, riveted by the intensity of his eyes. 
Pulling off with a loud pop he switched to the other breast repeating his actions until you were crying out. 
“Too much?” You nodded at him and he laughed at your expression. “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet. Poor little thing, so sensitive. Don’t worry I’ll make you feel better.” Suddenly he pushed you down, your back hitting the sofa with a thud as he pulled your legs apart. “See you’re already enjoying it.” Running a finger through your slit he smiled at how wet you were. “You’re going to really love this.” Crouching down his horns brushed against your inner thighs as he breathed in your scent, inhaling loudly. “Your body is begging for this. You need me.” Licking a long stripe up your center you could feel him grin into your flesh. “Delicious.” 
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew it was wrong to want this. You were supposed to be a good girl. This wasn’t what proper young ladies craved. You weren’t supposed to want him. There was no use in fighting these feelings, every protest your mind could come up with was overridden by the sheer need you felt for him. Giving in to it all, you gripped his horns, pulling on them, and pushing yourself closer to his mouth as he teased you with little nips and licks. Never giving you what you needed. “Please.” 
Chuckling he spoke against your skin, his breath teasing you just as much as his touch. “Please? This isn’t enough for you? My, you’re a needy girl.” His tongue circled your clit and you cried out, bucking into his face. He only laughed at your desperation, pulling away to look at you before diving back in. His tongue swirling over your clit, swiping through your folds and coming back to suck harshly on it. It felt as if he were devouring you and all you could do was beg for more. Closing your eyes you moaned as his talented tongue brought you to the edge before pulling back. “Wh-what?”
His face wet with your slick he looked up at you, “Your first orgasm is going to be around my cock.” His large hands gripping your thighs, his horns grazing against your over sensitive core once, twice, before he sat up. Blinking in confusion, your mind struggled to understand his full meaning, yet craved the promise the words held.
He stood then and you gasped at the sight of his large hard cock, your mouth practically watering at the sight. His hand pumped up and down it languidly as he watched you writhe on the sofa, needing more, but not knowing what you needed. His dark and wicked gaze promised so much more than your innocent mind could comprehend. Even in the midst of your daze you were surprised by how big he was, so much bigger than the statues in your museums.
“Do you like what you see little one? Mmm, you do. You have so much potential to be a cock hungry slut. I can see it hiding beneath that polite veneer you wear. It would be so much easier for you to just give in to those urges,” he told you. “I can picture you now back in your big old house, your fingers innocently dipping down below your skirts to touch yourself wondering why it feels so good. Not knowing where to press to bring true pleasure, always feeling frustrated and broken. You don’t have to feel that way anymore. I’ll complete you, stitch you back together until you’re whole.”
His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as you writhed in need for his touch. “Don’t worry I’ll be gentle. This time.” Rubbing his hard tip against your soft wet folds he groaned at the heat as he pushed in. “That’s it. Give in. Accept this.” Slowly he slid in, his silken fur brushing against your inner thighs the deeper he went. Gasping, your eyes fluttered shut at the sudden rightness of it, moaning softly as his hands gently gripped your hips. Without warning, he pulled out leaving you whining for more before he thrust back in sharply.
“Did you really think this was going to be soft sweet lovemaking?” Laughing at your blissed out face he shook his head groaning he grunted out, “You’re so fucking naive it’s adorable.” You were barely listening to his words, too focused on the feeling of him inside. You wanted to touch more of him, to feel more of his body, but he held your hips in such a tight grip you could only hold on. You never knew you could feel so full and enjoy it. His thickness stretched you in ways you never thought possible. 
Each of his thrusts hit against your most sensitive spots. When he ground his hips against yours, his hairs tickle your clit. Chuckling at the expression on your face he kept going. “Maybe I’ll just keep you if your pussy always feels this fucking good. God, can you imagine? Me, having my own little good human to fuck whenever I want. From the moment I saw you I knew you’d be under me. You wanted this, you were just too shy to ask.” 
Nodding at his words you knew they were true now. This was always meant to be. With each thrust of his cock, the sensations grew, pushing you closer to an edge you weren’t sure you could recover from. 
“You’re going to cum for me now. Mmm, and after I’ll fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.” With one dirty grind from him you came, falling apart over his hard cock and crying out his name as you did. 
Clenching around him he groaned at the sensation. “You know what, I changed my mind. You’re going to come again and again for me until you’re so fucked out you can’t even think.” He kept his promise, his hips never faltering and you came two more times around him before he finally finished. Moaning he threw his head back as his hips jerked, filling you with his warm spend. “Mmm that’s it.” Falling on top of you he panted hot heavy breaths against your sweat slickened skin. Slowly he caught his breath and pulled out, chaining kisses down your chest before he pushed himself off. Whimpering you weakly reached out to him. “No, don't.” 
Chuckling softly he asked, “Aw still not satisfied? Don’t worry, you're not supposed to be.” He pushed your hands off of him and stood, stretching as he commanded, “Get over here. You’re going to suck my cock until I’m ready to go again and then we’ll see if we can’t help you.”
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Slowly opening your eyes you looked around the dim room in confusion, trying to sit up when you felt a heavy arm around your waist. Blinking in confusion you looked over, stifling a gasp when you saw the sleeping form of the Satyr beside you. Trying not to panic you slipped out of his grasp, moaning softly when you realized you were naked. 
“Oh god.” 
Sliding off the bed and onto the floor, you stood up with shaky and unsteady legs. Suddenly a pillow landed by your feet and you had to resist the urge to scream. Looking back at the bed you sighed in relief at the sight of a still sleeping Ransom. Carefully inching out of the bedroom you hurried to the living room. Your center was sore and aching but you moved as fast as you could, sighing as you reached the sitting room. In your mind's eye, you could see the scene clearly, remembering what had happened on that damned sofa. Looking around the room for your clothes you found them laying bunched on the floor beside it.
You grimaced, pulling your dress over your cum stained skin, the fabric pulling at the sticky substance as you slowly dressed, careful not to make a sound. You were in such a hurry you didn’t bother inspecting yourself until you looked in the hall mirror. Gasping at the sight, you had to blink back tears at your reflection. Your hair was a mess and dried spots of his release covered your hair and face. How could you go back like this? You had to though. You couldn’t stay here, you had to go home. You’d already been out all night, and if you were lucky you could sneak in before the maids came to wake you.
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It had been two weeks now since you lost your innocence to Ransom and yet you still craved him. The memories of that night slowly filled in the days after, flashes of all the ways he took you and the positions he had you in. You’d hidden your clothes from that night at the bottom of a chest, only pulling them out at night hoping to scent him on them but always being disappointed when you couldn’t. Squeezing out the shampoo in your hair in the bath reminded you of the thickness of his spend when he came all over your face. You had to stop yourself from licking the shampoo then, embarrassed and disgusted you’d even thought such a thing. For one it wouldn’t even taste like him and two it wasn’t right to want to taste it again.
Laying in bed at night you touched yourself the ways you remembered him doing, but you could never bring yourself to completion like he had. Your own fingers were nothing compared to the pleasure his brought. Crying to yourself in frustration as you fought with your heart at night, or perhaps with your pussy at night. You still felt your cheeks warm whenever you thought of that word, always imagining it in his voice. Everything came to a head a week later when your mother informed you that she’d set a date for your wedding. You knew you couldn’t go to your fiancé as a ruined woman and truthfully you didn’t want to go to him at all. Ransom may have been a manipulative liar, but you still wanted him. You couldn’t settle for some puny human like your fiancé after being with Ransom.
That night you threw together a bag of clothing and a few pieces of jewelry and books. You looked around your room for what was probably the last time before you snuck out the same way you had that fateful night. Being extra cautious not to be caught you slowly made your way back to the woods, sprinting to the treeline when it came into sight. Catching your breath you leaned against a tree for a moment before pushing yourself to keep going. Soon the sight of the grape arbor came into view, but this time there was no Ransom nearby waiting for you. Instead, you’d have to make your own way to him. Following the way he’d led you off the path to his house you sighed in relief as his house appeared. Running to the door you pounded on it until it suddenly opened and there he was, just as handsome as he was in your dreams and waiting for you with that same wicked grin.
“I was wondering when you’d be back.”
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jadegrey711 · 4 days ago
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I Can’t Get No...
Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
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A/N; Hello everyone! So this is my second addition for @stargazingfangirl18​ 5k writing challenge! I got this idea after watching a new Netflix show I immediately had this idea for any number of Chris Evan’s characters, but I thought Ransom suited it best. I really hope I did my own idea justice lmao. I want to see if you guys can guess what song the title is based off of! I thought I was very clever lol. 
*NOT MY GIF. CREDIT IS IN THE TAGS* 
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Word Count: 2673
This story is for 18+ ONLY. It contains sexual themes that are not suited for younger audiences so if you’re under 18 my blog and this story is not for you. Please make sure to read at your own discretion and remember that you are solely responsible for your content intake. 
Warnings: Dub-con, masturbation (fem), Vaginal fingering, mentions of breeding kink.
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“I fucking hate him.” I mumbled to yourself, almost as a reminder as your mind drifted back to those blue eyes and cocky mouth as he’d whisper dirty things in your ear. 
“Stop.” you whispered again, shaking your head to clear the image of his plump lips leaning towards yours as you furiously rubbed your clit, desperately trying to come. But, you just couldn’t shake the image of him trailing those sinful kisses down your body and the way his eyes darken as he positioned himself in between your legs, placing soft kisses on your inner thigh before he brought you to complete ecstasy.
“Fuck!” You shouted, pulling your hands from between your legs.
You almost felt like crying with how badly you had wanted to come to get some sort of relief but it seemed like your body just wouldn’t let you. Not without thinking about Ransom, even when you were with other people you still couldn’t get off; not without thinking about him. And you refused to give into those sweet daydreams now matter how much you wanted to.
It’s not like you didn’t try, for five months after your breakup with Ransom, you had revenge sex with multiple different partners, but all of those encounters ended the same way. With your partner finishing and your body betraying you, with the constant reminder that Ransom owned this body and nobody could make it sing like him.
You wouldn’t give in though, even if it meant you could never get off again; you were done with Ransom and all of the crap that came with him. You vowed you’d never go back to him, no matter what your body had to say on the matter. Because you knew that if you did give into that temptation that was Ransom Drysdale and go back to him, there’d be no escaping him this time.
Ransom let you walk out this time, but he’d soon realize that losing you would be like losing one of his many toys and if you were ever to go back to him. He’d do anything and everything in his power to make sure that next time there would be no escaping him. Ransom wasn’t the kind of person who took kindly to others having his toys and you were by far, his favorite one.
The image of Ransom tying you to the bed in the heat of an argument and keeping you there so he can fuck the argument out of you, flooded your mind and you felt your nipples hardened. Before you quickly shooed the image out of your mind, and tried to have some semblance of sleep.
*** The next morning as you walked out of the elevator out onto the floor of Blood Like Wine Publishing, already feeling grouchy but there was also a modicum of tension in the air.
The interns were running around like chickens without their heads and others in the office were whispering to each other in hushed tones.
“I didn’t even know he knew where the publishing house was at.”
“Surely he’s not here to actually work.”
“He must have gotten in trouble with mommy and daddy again.”
The more whispers you heard the more your heart started to pound in your chest as you walked further into the publishing house.
“No, he wouldn’t stoop this low.” You thought to yourself, shaking your head. “It’s been five months, he wouldn’t pull a stunt like this now.” But as you neared closer and closer to your office you saw that the door was wide open and you heard laughter coming from in there.
“He fucking didn’t” You hissed, and walked into your office to find your boss and Ransom sitting on the edge of your desk; laughing with each other about some joke.
“Y/N!” Your boss greeted you cheerfully. “Just the woman we’ve been waiting to see.”
You stared directly at your boss not even sparing Ransom a glance in his direction and tried to plaster on your brightest “at work” smile, even though they could probably smell the panic that was coming off of you.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Perkins?”
“As you might have already guessed, we have a special guest with us today. I don’t think I need to introduce you two.” Mr. Perkins said with a knowing smile, making your eyes narrow at the thought that their earlier joke was probably about you.
“Yes, Mr. Drysdale. What made you grace our presence today.” You seethed not caring about hiding any ounce of venom behind your voice.
“Mr.Drysdale has decided that he’s going to become part of the Blood Like Wine family!” Mr. Perkins said excitedly and you felt your heart drop.
Before you could say anything Ransom chimed in. “That’s right. I’ve decided it’s time for me to be more a part of the family’s legacy and really push up my sleeves and be a part of this company.”
You had to stifle the psychotic laugh that threatened to burst through your lips at the idea of Ransom working for a living let alone carrying out the family’s legacy. He hated his family.
“Indeed a noble action.” Mr. Perkins said wistfully. “Anyways the reason why we are here in your office is I thought you could show Mr. Drysdale around the office and help him get settled in here since you both are already acquainted with each other.” And then he did it again. Mr. Perkins threw Ransom that knowing look and you swear you could have throttled the fucker right there.
You ground your teeth but nodded trying to put on a professional smile but you didn’t think anyone was buying, especially not Ransom.
“Alright, good. Now I’ve got to get back to work, it’s all busy, busy around here.” Mr.Perkins but this time you didn’t return it.
“Thank you again Mr. Perkins for taking time out of your busy schedule. To help me settle in.”
“Of course, Mr. Drysdale.”
“Please. Call me Hugh.” Ransom smiled sweetly.
“Alright Hugh.” And with that Mr. Perkins left your office.
You quickly looked down the hallway as Mr. Perkins went into his office and then closed your office door and looked at Ransom.
“What the actual fuck are you doing here? This is a new kind of twisted. Showing up at my job Ransom?”
He smiled at you and got off of your desk. “It’s nice to see you again, Y/N.”
“Cut the bullshit Ransom. What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I mean this is my family’s business isn’t it? I’m certainly not going into fucking real estate with my mother.” He said the last word with a sneer, but then quickly replaced it with that cocky smirk. “I just thought it was time I started being a part of this company. I wanted the CEO position, unfortunately this is the best they could do on such short notice but I’m sure by next quarter I’ll have that CEO position.” He smiled,  his glacier eyes meeting yours. “And maybe I just wanted to see you.”
“Is everything a fucking game to you?” You asked incredulously.
“Yes.” He said the word like a growl.
“What do you think you’re going to win in this little game you’re playing, Ransom?”
“You.”
You let out a small chuckle. “That’s never going to fucking happen. You can drop dead first.”
You watched Ransom’s jaw twitch. “I’ve given you space for five months, Y/N.”
You felt your whole body fill with pent up rage as you scoffed. “You gave me space? I fucking left you Ransom!”
Ransom’s face hardened into something serious as he pushed off from the desk and walked closer to you. “I want you back. You’re mine and you know it.”
“Fuck off Ransom. In fact get the fuck out of my office.” You hissed at him and pointed towards the door.
His cold eyes scanned down your body, paying particular attention to your rising chest as your breathing became heavier.
Ransom’s eyes held a calculating coldness to them as he spoke. “I can make your life very hard here, Y/N. I know how hard you’ve worked to get where you are in the company. It would be such a shame if you’d lose that position that you’ve worked so hard for; just from a small phone call from me to your boss.” Ransom let out a soft sigh, running his hand through his hair. “It would be a lot easier on both of us if you just came back to me.”
You let out an incredulous laugh. “You threaten my position in this company, my livelihood and then expect me to just come crawling back to you?” You shook your head furiously. “It doesn’t matter what you threaten me with Ransom. I will never come back to you! I won’t go back to being treated like a piece of shit, like a damn afterthought or something you can just use as you wish.”
You let out a shaky breath, feeling the sting of tears come to your eyes as you thought back to how your relationship with Ransom was. “I won’t put my heart on the chopping block again for you.”
Ransom’s cold expression softened as he took in your words, once again moving towards you. But you walked around him so that now he was close to the door and you were close to the desk.
“I know it wasn’t the best but fuck I need you, Y/N. You make my life mean something, I promise that I’ve changed for the better.”
You let out a laugh. “Changed? You couldn’t have possibly changed in these five months if you’re threatening to get me fired so I’ll go back to you.”  
“You’re the reason I changed, Y/N. When you left me-” he paused, choosing his next words wisely. “When you left me, I only realized then just how much you meant to me. How much I needed you in my life. And I just let you slip through my fingers.”
“Cut the shit Ransom. I know you, and I know your games. That whole ‘I’m the reason you changed’ act may work on some other foolish girl but not me. You’re incapable of change but you are a half decent actor. I’ll give you that.” You sat at the front of your desk and laughed. “It’s really too bad that you came to this whole “realization” five months too late. Cuz’ while you were coming to this realization; I’ve already moved on and there certainly hasn’t been a shortage of lacking partners.”
You knew you fucked up as soon as you said it. But Ransom had always brought out the pettier version of you. However, you should have kept your mouth shut, as you watched Ransom’s handsome face contorted with anger, those cold indifferent glacier eyes darkened.
Before you could react, Ransom was on you, his strong arms caging you to the desk, his body already between your legs keeping you pinned there entirely. His breathing was as heavy as your own as you met his eyes, daring him to do something. You watched as Ransom leaned closer into your body, his nose brushing the side of your neck inhaling your scent before placing a soft kiss to the hollow behind your ear and you could already feel how wet you were for him.
“I’ve really missed you baby.” he whispered in your ear and continued laddening your neck with soft kisses. You bit your lip harshly to try and keep the obvious moans from escaping past your lips.
You refused to give in to him no matter how good his kisses felt, how good it felt to be touched again. No matter how much your body carved his touch. “I don’t miss you.” you hissed, but even Ransom knew there was no real anger in your voice now; not with how he was sucking your neck, marking you as his again.
“Oh yeah? Let’s see what your sweet pussy has to say about that, darling.” His touch was rougher as he grabbed the edge of your skirt trying to lift it up your legs.
“Ransom no!” You cried, trying to grab your hem and fight it from his hand but his other hand simply grabbed both of yours and held your hands in place as he pushed your skirt up enough so he now had full access to your throbbing pussy. You tried to clench your thighs together to keep his hands away but it was no use with his body in between your legs and pushed so close to yours.
You bit your lip and you knew Ransom could feel how wet you were, as he cupped your mound, how you were throbbing against his hand.
A shit eating grin spread across Ransom’s face as his fingers slid between your folds causing you to gasp. Ransom tsked at you. “Who’s the actress now, darling?” he leaned in to steal a kiss from your lips and you let him.
Let him deepen it and sweep his tongue across yours, as his fingers rubbed against your folds, earning a low moan from you. “Let me have you sweetheart. Tell me you’re mine.” he whispered sweetly, as his thumb traced over your clit and you let out a high keen.
You could already feel how close you were, your body wanting, needing this release that only he could give you. Ransom lets go of your hands and you wrap them around his neck, trying to find some sort of footing as the world was being knocked out from underneath you as your orgasm crashed over you.
You tried to muffle your scream in his neck and felt tears in your eyes at how intense your release was.
“Wow. For someone who hates me so much, you came so quickly.” he chuckled, rubbing a few more small circles on your clit before he pulled his fingers out of you and sucked on them. “Fuck. I’ve missed the way you taste, darling.” He moaned, and before you could wipe away the evidence Ransom noticed the tears in your eyes.
“I know those aren’t tears of sadness.” He cocks an eyebrow. “You’ve always been sensitive, darling but I’ve never gotten you to cry before.” he chuckled and then you watched with heated cheeks as he clicked it all together and then smiled. “How long has it been for you? The whole five months?”
You don’t answer him, you only try to turn your face away from Ransom, but he grabs your chin and makes you look him in the eyes. He’s always been able to read you like a book.
“You haven’t been able to come at all have you?” he laughed and then his smile twisted into something cruel and mocking. “Not even with all those men you’ve been fucking huh? Nobody has been able to make this pussy sing have they? That’s so sad, darling. To go all this time and deny yourself when you could’ve just come back and I would’ve gladly ruined you-” He stopped himself and laughed before continuing. “But I guess I already have haven't I?”
He kissed you harshly, your chin still gripped in his hand. “Because this pussy knows who it belongs to. And you know it too.”
“No.” You whispered weakly.
“Oh yes, Y/N. We are made for each other and there’s no walking away from me this time sweetheart. I’m going to have to think of some way to tie you to me. Maybe I'll give you a kid or two. I know we both aren’t very fond of children but there may be no other option to make sure that you won’t leave me next time we have a fight.”
“No, Ransom.” you said your voice filled with panic. Ransom quickly hushed you by putting his lips back on yours in a searing kiss. 
“Shh, it’s okay sweet girl, you'll learn to love me in time.” His smile wicked. “Besides, I think I like the idea of little boys with their dad’s good looks. Maybe later, maybe for now I’ll just stick to tying you to our bed and fucking you senseless until you see my side of things.” 
You watched as Ransom pulled away from your lips to whisper in your ear. “But, right now I’m going to fuck you over your desk and have the whole building hear you scream as I break your little dry spell, darling.” 
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lightsupbarnes · 6 days ago
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Writing again!.. after almost 4 years 😬 send me some requests!
Who I write for:
James Buchanan Barnes
Steven Grant Rogers
Andrew Barber
Ransom Drysdale
Avengers!cast x reader
Maybe:
Chris Evans
Sebastian Stan
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