#soft!ransom

[likeahorribledream]

new guy

» CHAPTER NINE: STORM IS COMING

CHAPTER EIGHT

SUMMARY: Turns out you and Ransom don't necessarily have the same goal for your relationship.

PAIRING: Ransom x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.9k

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst. New Girl AU.

REQUEST: Librarian!Reader, she’s shy and insecure about her appearance.

18+. Minors DNI.

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

All his life Ransom has heard people around him complain about how quickly the weekends go by and that they all hate Monday mornings but he never understood why. He thought that by getting a job he'd finally understand but he doesn't. He loves the weekend because he can sleep in with his girl but he also loves week days. 

His alarm doesn't bother him because he's usually already awake to gently wake you up instead of the very annoying sound coming from the alarm clock on your phone. Your alarm goes off at 7, but he wakes you up at 6:59 every morning.

Neither of you talk aside from mumbling a quick "good morning". You aren't morning people and you both love your peace and quiet after waking up. 

Ransom loves mornings just because you're a little grumpy and cuddly. It's not unusual for you to stop in the middle of a task just to get a hug from him before going back to getting ready. 

Then, he gets to spend the entire day with you at work and watching you share your love of books with other people. Watching you recommend books is one of his favorite things. The way your eyes light up when you're talking and how you can't stop smiling make him melt. 

Going to work is never a chore because he gets to do it with you. 

Never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd ever be the kind of guy to one, be in a relationship and two, be obsessed with a girl and yet here he is. 

Harlan cutting him off changed him but meeting you transformed him. He's glad he met you after losing everything because otherwise he probably wouldn't have looked at you twice, he would have been too busy chasing other girls to notice you. He wasn't good enough for you back then, he still doesn't think that he is now but he works at himself every day to change that. 

Some may say that Ransom isn't Ransom anymore but he'd argue that he's never been more himself than he is now. 

Going to work is never a chore but he still looks forward to the weekend. 

You promised to teach him how to cook on Saturday morning and it's something new that he's looking forward to. 

If his family could see him now. Selfish, trust-fund asshole Ransom Drysdale learning to cook from a girl, from his girl. They would hate every second of it and for the first time in his life Ransom could say that he genuinely doesn't care what they think. 

Every day that he wakes up this week means it's a day closer to Saturday morning and he's excited, which you think is adorable. 

Sometimes he reminds you of a child. In the sense that he gets excited for the most basic things and you find it endearing. It makes your heart ache that no one ever took the time to show him those things but you're glad that you get to be the one to teach him. They make fond little memories that you will look back to in years and smile as you think of them. 

You feel bad for not spending as much time with Chase and Theo as you used to but they don't mind. You're happy, happier than they have ever seen you before and that's all that matters to them. 

With the week finally over and work out of the way, you can finally relax and have fun with the guys. It's been a while since you've done a Friday game night and that's exactly what you're doing tonight. Take outs and board games. Ransom didn't really feel like playing so instead he's sitting on the couch, scrolling through breakfast recipes on his phone while the three of you are sitting on the floor around the coffee table. 

"Theo." You laugh. "Stop showing me your cards! I'm cheating and it's not even on purpose." You shake your head.

You've been playing for an hour and it's the fourth time you've had to tell Theo to hide his cards. He's too busy bickering with Chase to even notice what he's doing. 

Ransom gets off the couch and stands next to you, looking down at you. "Can we go to bed?"

You look up at him. "You don't want to play with us?" 

"Not really, no." He shrugs. 

"I'm having fun, I don't want to go to bed yet." You sigh and put down your cards. 

"Alright. Can I snuggle while you play?"

You smile. "Best of both worlds." 

Ransom sits on the floor between you and the couch, resting his back against it as you lean back into him. 

"Never in a million year did I ever think I'd see Ransom ask to snuggle." Theo says after watching your exchange with Ransom. 

"Why not?" Ransom asks as he wraps his arms around your waist. 

Theo shrugs and shakes his head. "You don't strike me as the cuddling type." 

"Guys usually tend to hide their soft side." Chase adds.

Ransom snorts and shakes his head disapprovingly. "I've never cared about what other people think of me and I've never let their opinions stop me from doing what I want. Am I supposed to keep my hands to myself or pretend like I don't care about my girl because otherwise people are going to be uncomfortable? Fuck that, that's dumb." 

You bite back a smile and turn your head to the side to kiss his cheek. 

"That's good." Chase nods, approving of Ransom's way of thinking. "The guys before you thought the opposite, it's nice to see that you actually care." 

You clear your throat, suddenly uncomfortable with the conversation. "Can we not talk about that?" You ask quietly, picking at your cards and avoiding eye contact. 

"That's because she needed a man." He peppers your neck with kisses and grins at the sound of your laughter. 

"I need one of those too." Theo mumbles under his breath. 

"Not this one." You warn him. 

"Your brother then?" Theo smirks playfully.

"There are so many men out there, does it really have to be my brother?" You whine.

"Yes! He's sweet and funny." 

"And hot." Chase adds.

"So hot." Theo sighs dreamily. 

You point a finger at Chase. "Don't encourage him." 

"Looks like Theo's going to be your brother-in-law." Ransom teases you. 

You turn to the side to look at him. "You do know that means you and Theo will technically be family." You ask, raising a brow. 

He stops laughing and looks at Theo. "Stay the fuck away from her brother."

Theo gasps. "That's no way to talk to your future brother-in-law, Ranny." 

"Don't call me that." 

You and Chase exchange a look before rolling your eyes. Ransom can pretend all he wants but everyone knows he adores Theo just like Theo adores him. For some reason they like to bicker. Constantly. It's like they are making up for all those years they were brother less.

You collect everyone's cards while they keep fighting and put them back in the box, clearly you're done playing for tonight. Ransom sees that you're moving to get up and helps you stand. 

"Where are you going, kitten?" 

"To bed, are you coming?" You hold out your hand.

He takes it right away and hurries to his feet. 

"Good night." You say to your friends before leading Ransom out of the living room to his room. 

You lie down under his covers together, he's holding you close to his chest as he spoons you. He lovingly kisses the skin of your shoulder and of the side of your neck. 

"Are you tired?" 

You nod and turn your head to the side to try and catch a glimpse of him. "You?"

"I'm beat." He moves his hand to your cheek to hold your head to the side. He brushes his nose against yours and smiles softly before leaning down to kiss you. "Good night my love." He whispers between two kisses, making you smile.

You cover his hand on your cheek with yours, not hesitating to press your lips to his. "Good night baby." You whisper back once he gives you a chance to breathe again. 

He moves his hand down from your cheek and instead lays it flat on your chest, right above your heart. He waits for you to turn back your head to bury his in your neck. It doesn't take long at all for sleep to find you both once you're comfortable and all wrapped up around each other.

Surprisingly enough, you manage to stay in that exact position all through the night. It doesn't look like either of you moved even an inch. 

You wake up first but you don't move or open your eyes, enjoying every second of being in Ransom's warmth and arms.

Ransom lets out a small content sigh as he wakes up. He doesn't need to open his eyes or look at you to know that you're already awake and he smiles.

"Good morning." He whispers against your neck, his voice low and dripping with sleep. 

You smile and move your hand to his hair, gently scratching his head as you run your fingers through his hair. It's longer than when he first moved in and he uses a lot less products to keep it perfectly styled all the time, which you love because they are fluffier and softer. Especially in the morning. "Good morning." You say softly. 

You stay like this for a few more minutes before speaking again. "I'm sorry Ran but I need to move. The leg that's under me is cramping up." You laugh quietly. 

He chuckles and moves to give you enough space to lie on your back instead. Ransom comes to lie on top of you, settling himself between your legs as he holds himself up on his elbows to make sure he doesn't crush you. 

"Better?" He leans down to give both of your cheeks a kiss. 

"Much." You giggle at his kisses. "You woke up into a cuddly mood this morning." 

"Too much?" He looks down at you, worried he might be overdoing it.

You quickly shake your head no. "I like it." You reassure him with a smile.

"Can we go make breakfast and come back to bed after eating? I don't want to move but I'm starving." He huffs, slightly annoyed that he needs to get up.

"It's Saturday, we can do whatever we want." You smile. 

"Kiss." He purses his lips, making you laugh.

You put your arms around his shoulders and lift yourself up, enough to reach his lips and kiss him softly. 

He grins and sits up, taking you with him. "I want more of this but after breakfast." 

"Don't ever say I like food more than you again, look who is choosing food over cuddling and kissing." You stick your tongue out before getting out of bed and stretching your arms above your head.

Ransom kneels on the bed behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. "Want me to starve for you, kitten? You say the word and I will. I'll starve to death if I have to." He gently bites your neck. 

You laugh. "So dramatic." You tease him. "No need to starve." You slip out of his hold before he has time to stop you and make your way to the door. "But don't expect kisses later. You chose food over me, you are gonna have to deal with the consequences." 

"Alright, come back here." Ransom gets out of bed to stop you from leaving but you're too quick.

You hurry to the kitchen and give him a cheeky grin. "Too slow, old man."

"You're lucky you're so fucking cute." He kisses your cheek and helps you set up. 

"What do you want to make?" You ask him, standing in front of the fridge to take out what you need for the recipe he chose.

"Pancakes? It seems like a pretty easy thing to do." 

"Easy and delicious." You bring all the ingredients you're going to need and put them down on the kitchen island. "I'm going to let you make them, I'll just tell you the steps." 

Normally making pancake batter takes you about two minutes but Ransom is really taking his time and you're letting him go at his own pace. 

Chase and Theo join you in the kitchen, their stomachs already growling. 

"Mom and dad are making us pancakes." Theo says to Chase, teasing you. 

You and Ransom both laugh at the same time except in very different ways. You laugh genuinely but Ransom sounds more like he's heard something stupid.

"That's not gonna happen." He shakes his head and chuckles before flipping the first pancake.

"What's not gonna happen?" You're pretty sure you already know the answer but you need to hear him say it. 

Ransom shrugs. "I'm not having kids." 

He's so focused on not burning anything that he misses the moment you get crushed by his words.  

"You don't want kids?" You stare at his back, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Nope." He says, emphasizing on the "p" sound. 

Your eyes fall to the ground and you stare at the floor, not knowing what to say. 

Theo and Chase keep glancing at each other and silently decide to leave the kitchen to go into Chase's room. 

Ransom feels the weird shift in the air and turns around, surprised to see you standing behind him. 

"Kitten, are you ok? You look like you've seen a ghost." He smiles in the hope it'll make you smile but you give him nothing. He turns off the stove and walks over to you, gently putting his hands on your shoulders. "What's wrong?" 

"I want to have kids." You say quietly, avoiding looking into his eyes. 

"Oh." He clears his throat. 

"Yeah." You take a few steps back and he lets go of you, his hands dropping back to his side. "Are you sure?" You hesitate to ask but the pain in your chest is making you desperate.

"Are you?" He keeps looking directly at you while you do everything in your power to avoid eye contact.

"I'm more than sure." You finally look up and the pain in your eyes knocks the wind out of his lungs. 

"You know me, you know of my family… We're not good people. It's in our DNA. I'm not going to add another selfish asshole to our family tree. I can't." 

You understand why he doesn't want kids, you really do. You don't blame him for thinking this way. "You're not like them, Ran. You wouldn't be like your dad-"

"Look, maybe I'll change my mind in like 10 years. We have time, right?"

"No, you do. I don't. What happens if in 10 years you change your mind and it's too late? What if I get pregnant before then and you resent me for the next 18 years?" You shake your head. "I'm willing to compromise about a lot of things but not this. I'm sorry." You walk around the kitchen island and head to your room, swallowing with difficulty because of the lump in your throat, rapidly forming from your unshed tears and heartache. 

Ransom follows you. "Why can't I be enough for you?"

You sit on your bed and take in a few shaky breaths. "You are enough, more than enough." 

"Then we don't need kids." He nervously runs his fingers through his hair.

"I do." You quickly wipe off the tear that escapes at the corner of your eye. "I don't know how to explain it, I just know that I do. I've known since I was teenager. It's the one thing in my life I've always been sure of. It's not because you're not enough, it's just… different." 

"Aren't we happy just the two of us together?" He is getting desperate as he gets a bad feeling about where this conversation is headed.

"We are." You nod. 

"Then why risk messing it up?" He kneels on the floor in front of you, resting his hands on your thighs with a pleading look in his eyes.

You smile sadly down at him and stroke his cheek with your hand. "I don't see having kids as a risk of messing things up, for me having kids is adding to my happiness." 

Ransom wipes angrily at his cheeks, he doesn't even know when he started crying. He stands up and looks down at you, holding back more tears. "So that's it then? We're done?" 

"I don't know." You answer sincerely. "I don't want us to be done." 

He stares at you then leaves your room. He storms out of the loft and slams the door as he goes, taking the stairs two at a time to get to the first floor and outside. 

You slowly stand up and walk over to your door to close it quietly before heading back to bed. You jump at the sound of the front door being slammed shut and quickly crawl into bed, hiding under your covers. You finally let the tears come out, hoping it will help soothe the soul crushing pain in your heart. 

It doesn't. 

Ransom pulls out his phone from his pocket, not caring that he's only wearing sweats and a coat outside. He scrolls through his contacts until he finds the person he's looking for. He lifts his phone to his ear as it starts to ring and he's relieved when the other person picks up almost instantly.

"Can I come over to your place? I really need to see you."

Lordy lord. It's been awhile.... This was written a long LONG time ago. I haven't edited anything I'm sorry. If you're one of the few that stuck around for this story, thank you and I promise there's more to come.

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[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Memory Served - Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Masterlist)

A/N: The super secret project is here!!!! I am super excited to share this mini-series with you, I have had this idea for so long and I CANNOT wait to see what you guys think!

All I ask is that you don't spoil it, this is a mystery series, so please when you comment or reblog please put spoilers under the cut using the read more function! This also means I won't be responding to comments straight away!

This series is also my attempt at dipping my foot in the water of OFC fics, so the reader is a named reader! it will still be written in your POV, you'll just have a name instead of Y/N.

Series summary: Following a terrible accident, every memory you ever made was gone leaving you to try to piece together what happened.

Warnings: to avoid spoilers I won't be tagging warnings, but if you are concerned about being triggered by anything PLEASE reach out to me so I can put your mind at ease! This is an 18+ ONLY series!

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 (Final Part)

Q&A

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[deliciousangelfestival]

His Birthday - Ransom Drysdale AU.

Character: husband!Ransom Drysdale x wife! Character, OC! Daughter, OC! son

Theme: SIice of life, Fluff. 

Words: 1,015

A/N: Hi, hi, so I’m feeling somewhat sentimental these days about birthdays, and it inspired me to write a new story for my favorite character, Ransom Drysdale. 

I hope you like it. 

Check out Masterlist if you want to read more fluff stories from the Drysdale family.

For Ransom, it’s nothing special. 

He never had pleasant memories of celebrating his birthday with his parents. 

To be honest, he hates it. 

When he was in elementary school, his parents were always busy. 

If Linda and Richard have time to celebrate Ransom's birthday, all they do is argue in front of their son. 

When Ransom's grandparents and great-grandmother threw a party for him, he didn’t like it because he was jealous of hearing stories from his classmates when they spent time with their parents.  

Ransom never wants to spend his birthday at Harlan's place again because he hates the pity looks from his 2 uncles and their wives. Especially Jonni, she gave him a stone crystal as his gift to get rid of bad energy. 

He threw away the damn stone to Jonni and said, "Eat shit."

When he became older, he never told anyone about his birthday. His group of friends only knew Ransom wanted to spend all his money at the club. 

He never receives genuine kindness from the people he was hoping for.

He thought, what's the point of celebrating his birthday when nobody gives a shit about him? 

But he changed his opinion about birthdays after he met you. 

Before you admitted feeling for each other, Ransom received a simple cake from you. It was good enough for him. 

After becoming a couple, Ransom starts to open up and be more honest. When you hear his story about being alone on his birthday, you can’t help but shed a tear. 

You hugged him and said, “Don’t worry, Ransom, you won't feel alone anymore.”

You fulfill your promise. 

On his birthday he received a lot of cakes from your mother and her sisters. They are pretty proud of their baking skills. 

He receives so much love from your family. He thought it was enough. 

Thinking back on how he spent his birthday alone compared to now, he learned that good thing will always happen at the right time and with the right person. 

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But when he became a father. He was overwhelmed by the warmth he got from his kids because Naomi and Felix were more excited about their father's birthday. 

Like today, they are already awake and wake their father when Ransom hasn't fully woken up in the morning.

Ransom felt heavy on his chest. When he woke up, he saw 2 little shadows. 

“Daddy, good morning.”

“Uff. Good morning.” Ransom answered with a heavy breath because his kids rested on his chest. 

“Happy Bwithday, daddy!!!” Both kids attack him with hugs. 

“Thank you.” Ransom held them in his arms tightly. For him, his kids are the greatest gift that he ever got. But then, he saw Naomi holding his toothbrush and Felix wearing his towel. 

"Err, what are you doing?"

"We will help daddy get ready!!!" Naomi excitedly answered while Felix kept nodding his head with whatever his sister said. 

“Daddy, let's go. Mommy make bweakfast and Gwandma send cake fow you.”

Ransom couldn't say no to their cute demand. Naomi and Felix were always excited about his birthday because many gifts and cakes came to their home. 

After both kids were Ransom's face, three went downstairs and saw you arranging breakfast in the dining room.

“Happy Birthday, old man.”

"Thank you my old lady." He always received your warm hug every day, but today he made a wish that he could grow old with you and watch his kids grow up. 

“Mommy.”

“Yes?”

“When evewyone will come?” 

Today, there will be a small-scale Ransom's birthday party in their house. 

“Before lunch everyone would be here.”

“I have the perfect dwess, and I will pick Felix outfit.” Naomi jumped to her feet, so excited that she couldn’t wait to wear the new dress and meet everyone. 

Her excitement is different from her father's. Because Ransom sometimes felt embarrassed because of her and Felix.

Like this, when Linda and Richard arrive, Naomi asks them to greet Ransom with a hug.

“Gwandpa, Gwandma hug daddy and said happy bwithday.”

“Do we have to?” Linda, Richard, and Ransom became tense because, to be honest, their family doesn’t have that affection for each other. 

“Yes.” Naomi and Felix nodded. 

Even though they are not close, they still have the same common. They couldn’t say no to the kids. In the end, Linda and Richard give Ransom an awkward hug. 

When both hugged Ransom, they felt guilty for not being there for his special day. They remembered his disappointed look when they got home. "Happy Birthday, son. We’re sorry for the time that we missed."

"Thanks, father, mother." Ransom was stunned for a moment. He couldn’t believe that his parents' ego was higher than the sky; they would apologize to him. It was a short apology, but it was enough for him. 

“Then kiss.”  Naomi gives an example of her parents, like hugging and kissing Felix's right cheek.

Richard bent down and stroked his grandchildren's hair. “I think a hug is enough, dear.”

When Harlan arrived, Naomi also told her great-grandfather to do the same. Ransom was embarrassed, while Harlan laughed and said, “Only your kids could make you this nervous.”

It was a warm party; Ransom received nonstop birthday wishes from everyone. 

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At night after the party ends. 

Five of you rest in the living room, exhausted after cleaning the house. 

Rio (the family dog) fell asleep after he destroyed all the birthday decorations. 

Naomi finally fell asleep in your arms after being active after the amount of sugar she ate today. 

While Felix fell asleep in his arms. 

Felix awoke because his father stroked his hair gently. Suddenly he asked, “Daddy… Happy?”

Ransom went silent with that simple question.

Ransom remembered that there was once he didn't want to feel lonely anymore on his next birthday. But it never happened. 

Perhaps God finally granted his wish after he stopped being a jerk and asshole.

Now, he felt grateful for being born. He is filled with bliss and happiness. 

Ransom answered with a smile at Felix and said, "Yes. Daddy is very happy."

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[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | exhibitionism + piercing

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader, feat. lloyd's friends: andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale, steve rogers

warnings | ddlg dynamics (lloyd is a soft sweet daddy.) months of no touch/orgasms. clit hood piercing (+ me not knowing much about them.) fivesome with a sixth watching; exhibitionism. fingering (vaginal + anal.) nipple play. clit focus + rubbing. overstimulation. asking permission to come + she comes hard. so much praise and encouragement. probably some light mocking/humiliation. sooo many petnames. aftercare!! :) brief alcohol mention

word count | 1,580

an | sorry for the weird formatting? tumblr wouldn't allow me to use the bulleted list bc of too many characters i think- but ahhh omg the very last kinkmas piece 🥺 this event has been so much fun i hope you've all enjoyed the stuff i've written!! make sure to check out the event masterlist for anything you might've missed and thanks so much for reading along with me this month!! happy holidays and merry christmas to all of you sweet friends 😌💕

thinking about daddy!lloyd piercing your clit hood and then inviting all his friends over to show you off 🫠 piercings do take time to heal so maybe he's away on a trip for a few months after it happens, and when he returns home he has his buddies over to come play with you 😌 you were touch-free for that time period, so by the time the big night comes you're more than ready for some attention down there

lloyd dresses you up in a pretty new dress he got while out on his trip, short with lots of cleavage showing as always. and panties are skipped entirely; they'd just get in the way. he has you wait in your room as he brings his guests in, getting everyone settled in the fancy lounge with drinks and snacks. then he sends one of his servants to bring you down from where you're patiently waiting upstairs

andy, ari, ransom, and steve all coo and fawn adoringly as soon as you appear. you recognize every face in the group quite well; these are your daddy's closest and most trusted friends, the only men he would ever allow near you besides himself. this isn't the first time they've come over to play under lloyd's supervision. while these sessions can be overwhelming with so many players involved, things never get out of hand, as each of your daddy's friends treat you with just as much respect and care as he would, himself

"there's the pretty girl. we've missed you, sweetheart," ari's cooing from his seat on one of the armchairs

"that's a cute little dress, sunshine. s'it new?" ransom winks at you as he stands near your daddy's chair, finishing a glass of scotch

"come on over, doll. your daddy said you have something very special to show us," steve says gently, patting the space on the long leather couch between him and andy

the lawyer nods at the blonde man's words, adding, "come here, honey. got a nice spot saved just for you"

lloyd's on the other couch, across from steve and andy. "go on, princess. they've all been waiting so patiently to see," he encourages you

you find your way over, sitting down obediently between the two broad men. ari comes and sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. ransom makes his way behind the couch, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back a bit

"you wanna show us, angel?" ari asks gently as he leans in a bit, helping the men on either side of you bring your legs up to bend at the knee, your stocking-covered feet falling to either side of you. when you give a timid nod, the skirt of your dress is lifted up to expose your most intimate parts to the eager men surrounding you. a soft gasp is shared as they all lay eyes on your leaking cunt, swollen and sensitive from months of neglect

"aww, little one," steve's murmuring sympathetically at the sight of your arousal

"look at that ring- so pretty, sweet girl," andy marvels at the sight of the gold loop that now runs right through the fleshy hood covering your needy little nub

"your daddy told us it's a very special ring," ari hums steadily as he reaches out and gently spreads your messy folds apart, all of the men watching as your little hole twitches. "it goes right through the hood of your sweet little clit, doesn't it baby?"

"and that means," ransom chimes in from behind as he reaches down into your low-cut top, gently collecting your tits in his hands and squeezing at them, "that every time it moves, it rubs right up against your poor little button. isn't that right, pretty girl?"

you manage to give a shaky nod, a small whimper rising in your throat as the men all close in to finally start giving you the relief you so desperately need. there's no fumbling or hesitation, each of them settling in on their own task to contribute to the system of pleasure

steve brings two huge fingers to line up right at your opening, swirling the tips around briefly in your pool of slick before steadily pushing in. "okay sweetheart, let's get this pretty little pussy nice and filled up"

ransom continues up at your chest, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your pebbled nipples. "there you go, doll face. just relax," he's encouraging as your back arches lightly, making you sink a bit down further into the couch

andy drags some of your plentiful wetness down, carefully teasing the tip of a single digit over your puckered rosebud. he chuckles when you let out a startled whine, his voice low and soothing in tone as he croons, "easy, baby. i'll be gentle, i promise"

and ari seems maybe the most pleased of them all as he begins tapping and tugging gently at the small gold ring settled so perfectly against your now hardened clit. the feeling of the metal bumping and moving against your throbbing button is already more than enough to make you squirm, ari's patient gaze settled on you as he murmurs, "look at that, so responsive, just like always. does that feel good, baby doll? here, i wonder if we just-"

the others continue masturbating you in their various ways as the man before you pulls up on the ring, forcing the hood of your clit back to reveal your swollen little nub. "there it is," ari breathes happily as he steals some of your slick, bringing his thumb up to begin swiping repeatedly over your exposed bundle of nerves as his other hand keeps its hood retracted with the ring

"oh-... o-oh..." you're immediately stumbling over your words, your breaths shuddering as your clit burns brutally beneath ari's quickening pace

"think someone likes that," steve's chuckling beside you as he stretches you out on his fingers, curling them upward to stroke against your weak spot

andy's gathered more of your arousal to coat his pointer finger as he gently begins easing it up into your tight little ass, his eyes shining with pride as you weakly take the intrusion, "yeah? you like that, baby girl? that's it, honey. you're being so good for us"

"let's see if we can make this pretty little girl come for us," ari speaks to the others as your tummy quivers, your little legs shaking on either side of you as the stimulation becomes more and more overwhelming. but as soon as your knees begin trying to close, steve and andy are holding them open, giving you no choice but to lay there against the hot leather and let the men bring you to orgasm

"remember to ask permission, baby," ransom's reminding you as his head leans down next to your ear. the hands all over your body continue, but everyone glances over in lloyd's general direction as he sits just across the coffee table on the opposite couch, watching intently with a hand placed at his chin. one of his big rules for shared play time is that you always get his permission to come

"p-please daddy," your little voice comes out begging as both your holes are fucked forcefully now with large, slippery fingers, your nipples being rolled and rubbed as your clit is flicked in rapid succession. "please, c-can i-... can i-i come?"

lloyd scoots forward a bit, giving a simple nod as he lowers his hand from his face. "go ahead, princess. being so good for daddy's friends, you can come. you've earned it, baby"

as soon as you're allowed, you let go, your orgasm washing over you with impressive force. being the first climax you've had in months, it's quite the sight to be seen

all the praise coming from the men surrounding you blurs together as your holes contract around the fingers still pumping inside you: "oh- there it is" "good, very good, little one" "look at that, coming so hard for us" "keep going, baby. keep coming, that's it" "poor little girl, needed it so bad, huh?" "so cute when she comes, isn't she? such a precious girl"

when the waves of pleasure are finally dying down, their cheers turn to softer, soothing words as their hands still against you: "did so good for us, pretty girl. we're so proud of you" "that feel good, angel? seemed like a pretty big one" "you're okay, sweetheart. here, let's get your daddy over here" “no little one, don’t move. we’ll take care of the mess; you just hang tight”

everything feels like you’re experiencing it through a haze as lloyd comes over with the supplies needed for aftercare. you’re cleaned up and put in a comfy pair of fresh panties, your dress being repositioned on you to cover you up. someone wraps you in a blanket, and soon you’re safe and content in your daddy’s arms

the men all spend the rest of the night doting on you, helping keep you in a tiny headspace where you feel so safe and cared for. you get all the snuggles, tummy rubs, hair strokes, nose and cheek kisses, and gentle loving words you could ever want from each of your daddy’s wonderful friends

wow holy cow i got carried away with this 😮‍💨 all of them at once is so much but like,, , the i need that kind of so much 😔🙏

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[s-telar]

⌗ ִֶָ 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁 ﹏ 𝒯aurus ♡ she's a pink diamond shining in glory, mind over matter and wildest dreams.

♥︎ ᯇ ลลิสา ✿ head full of flowers like a spring goddess, all her pretty thoughts flourish in a bloom.

𝓡eflective moon eyes with a mirrored heart, between may flowers & summer solstice; sparkling, la bohème, intellectual.

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 . . olhos de lua reflexiva com um coração espelhado, entre flores de maio e solstício de verão; espumante, la bohème, intelectual.

ela ꒰ idol ꒱ é um diamante rosa brilhando em glória, mente sobre a matéria e sonhos mais loucos.

♡ ۪   𝆬  cabeça cheia de flores como uma

deusa da primavera, todos os seus belos

pensamentos florescem em uma flor.

#long locs #soft long locs #soft locs #soft bios #random long locs #random locs #random bios #kpop long locs #kpop locs #kpop bios #short locs #short bios #ransom users #soft users #short users #kaomojis #coquette users #coquette headers #coquette moodboard #messy coquette #coquette

[navybrat817]

Temporary Job

Pairing: Soft!Dark Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

Summary: Your job with Ransom is only temporary. Or so you think.

Word Count: 250

Warnings: Implied DUBCON/NONCON, possessive behavior, Ransom Drysdale being an asshole (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge Week 2! Character: Ransom Drysdale. Length: 250 words max. Prompt: "Go on. Tell me you hate me and see what that does to me." ❤️ @stargazingfangirl18, I may need to expand on this and have him truly manhandler her! Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Tears filled your eyes as you read the email. Another job rejection. This one hadn’t given you the chance for an interview. Just like the last one.

You stiffened and quickly tucked your phone away as Ransom walked into his home office. “Excuse me, Hugh. I mean, Mr. Drysdale.”

“Let me guess?” Ransom smirked as he shut and locked the door. “You got rejected? Again? Probably because you were too busy looking at your phone instead of cleaning my house.”

“I'm sorry?”

“Cut the bullshit. I'm not a fucking idiot,” he snapped, his usually handsome face twisted in a scowl. “You think I don’t know that you’ve been looking for other jobs?”

You caved under his sharp gaze and wondered how he found out. “It isn’t personal,” you said, refusing to tell him that you were uncomfortable in his presence. “But this was a temporary job and-”

“After the calls I made, no one will hire you,” he cut you off, eyeing you like you were a piece of meat as tears began to fall. “And you can call me Ransom from now on.”

You screamed when he bent you over the desk a minute later, even though no one was around for miles to hear. You promised you wouldn’t tell if he let you go. You may have even said you hated him when he laughed.

“Go on. Tell me you hate me and see what that does to me. But you aren’t going anywhere, pumpkin. You’re mine now.”

Don't worry. I'm sure he'll be good to you. 😈 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Ransom Drysdale Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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[gummydummy19]

Sometimes I just crave slow, soft, gentle… nothing extra, nothing special, no spanking, no choking, no slapping or teasing, no games…

Just you and me...

Soft kisses and loving smile’s….sweet words while we just feel each other…

Your hands gently touching everywhere they can reach…fingertips tracing goosebumps up my skin…you whispering my name as I whisper yours…

I love you so much…

#soft #soft smutty thought #fluffy smut #soft gentle fluffy smut #gummydummy19 #fanfiction #fluff #smut #smutty thoughts #bucky barnes #steve rogers #henry cavill #august walker #walter marshall #marvel #cod #ghost riley #simon riley #john price #ransom drysdale

[krirebr]

We're All Monsters AU Masterlist

The Vampire side of my and @paperweight91 's giant supernatural AU.

See each story for warnings.

Psycho Killer - Ransom Drysdale x Little Rabbit

A drunken dare and chance encounter jump-starts a whole new life.

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Steve Rogers x Sunshine

Your vacation comes to an end when a powerful and mysterious man gets his first taste.

Coming Soon

Heads Will Roll - Curtis Everett x Angel x Jake Jensen

Training to be a slayer becomes even more difficult when you must hit the road with two hunters for your own safety.

Killing Moon - James Mace x Sneak

When you and your boyfriend steal something without fully realizing who you are stealing from, you're sent on a cross-country adventure by an ally you're pretty sure you shouldn't trust.

Dance Hall Days - Steve Rogers x Ransom Drysdale

Ransom meets a man in a bar who seems like he'll be fun for a night or two... A prequel series to I Can't Sleep Cause My Bed's On Fire

Head Over Heels

All Cole wants is someone to share eternity with. He won't stop looking until he finds them.

#we're all monsters #we're all monsters masterlist #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x female reader #dark ransom drysdale #dark reader #dark steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers #curtis everett x female reader #curtis everett x reader #jake jensen x female reader #jake jensen x reader #curtis everett x reader x jake jensen #james mace x reader #james mace x female reader #james mace #ransom drysdale #steve rogers #jake jensen #curtis everett #steve rogers x ransom drysdale #vampire au #soft dark cole turner #cole turner x reader

[royalsweetteaa]

Ransom Drysdale

Masterlist

Series

Good intent - dark!Ransom Drysdale x homeless!reader

Ch. | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | (complete)

Summary: Ransom is going through a mid-life crisis where he’s miserable and he wants to change things up to make his daily life more interesting. The change involves taking the freedom of someone who he deems is beneath societal suitability.

One-shots

Hearts behind bars - inmate!Ransom Drysdale x prison psychologist!reader

Summary: Your new job as a psychologist at a men’s prison goes better than you first excepted. All of your clients are well behaved, - particularly one gentleman being the infamous murderer of his grandfather’s housekeeper - Ransom Drysdale. The two of you become a little too fond of each other, and Ransom catches feelings for you. How do you manage this forbidden relationship?

Misreaders - soft!Ransom Drysdale x gf!reader

Summary: You deny Ransom physical affection you used to give him all the time after overhearing him complaining on the phone about how clingy and annoying he finds you.

Sweet red velvet - soft!Ransom Drysdale x menstruating!reader

Summary: You go through your period for the first time in yours and Ransom’s relationship.

Capital of needs - bratty!soft!Ransom Drysdale x housemaid!reader

Summary: You’re Ransom’s housemaid and you get to learn more about the trust fund manchild from a different perspective as you earn a place in his heart.

Short-shots

Love in the makings - soft!Ransom Drysdale x gf!reader

Summary: Ransom is feeling extra soft and passionate one morning.

Addicted to your voice - Ransom Drysdale x gf!reader

Summary: Ransom is horny and seeks reader for relief virtually.

A little help - Dark!Best friend!Ransom Drysdale x naive!innocent!reader

Summary: Ransom decides to use his best friend’s naivety and innocence when he can’t hold himself back from desiring her anymore.

Keep calm - soft!Ransom Drysdale x PTSD!reader

Summary: Reader goes through yet another PTSD trigger late at night, and Ransom has to handle it.

Inevitable ends - Ransom Drysdale x reader

Summary: You finally break away from Ransom’s clutches.

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[georgiapeach30513]

Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 12

Summary:  And baby Drysdale is a….

Pairings:  Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating:  Mature

Warnings:  explicit language, complications with baby Drysdale, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  6.5K

Previous

Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Alright, Ms. Sinclair, hop onto the table,” Ransom hates hearing your current last name.  It was the only thing that pained him about getting pregnant before you were married.  Hearing the doctor call you Ms. Sinclair, while baby Drysdale was swimming around in your belly.  

“So, I know that you two have opted for a blood test to determine the sex of the baby, but let’s have a little look at your baby, shall we?” Ransom lowers his head next to yours.  Gazing up at the monitor while the doctor fishes around looking for the sweet bean, and you give his pretty cheek a kiss before looking with him.  Being able to view the baby, and that sweet man giggles.  Actually giggles.  Airy giggles at that.  

Ransom gives your hand a little squeeze.  You are excited, but hearing, seeing, and feeling his excitement was even better.  “Alright, little one, show us what we want to see,” he taps on your belly a bit, getting frustrated with the lack of visibility, “You know, usually stubborn ones like this, and whose heartbeat is so fast, we have little girls.”

“Oh, a girl,” Ransom sighs, leaning in for a quick peck on your lips.

“Yes, but we’re going to get your blood drawn.  I’m not saying you’re having a girl for certain.”

“When,” you look up at your fiance, and then back at the doctor.  The wedding was days away, but this is something that was bothering you.  You look down at your stomach, and towards the doctor.  It was almost unfair that people couldn’t even tell you were pregnant.  If it wasn’t for the baby on the monitor, and the slight flutters you had been feeling you wouldn’t believe it.  

“When am I going to, you know, where’s my belly?” The doctor huffs out a laugh, and points towards your bloated stomach.  That was it.  “No, this…this is about the size I was when I’ve eaten a whole carton of ice cream and a medium pizza alone.  I’m bloated.  It’s barely there.  I want a belly.  And when will Ransom be able to feel her?”

“You just called the baby her,” he looks between the two of you confused, “Please, don’t take what I said completely to heart.  Just because the baby won’t show us what we’re looking for doesn’t mean it’s a girl.”

“She’s been calling the baby a her.  But back to that part about me feeling her question.  I would very much like to feel my baby.  The lack of a bump, and no movement, makes me feel she’s not pregnant.”

“See!  I want a bump, and I want to feel her more than feeling gassy.  That’s it.  This is really a food baby, and I’m gassy, huh?”

“Except for the fact that the baby is literally in there.  You saw it up there, and it was turning somersaults.  Ms. Sinclair, every pregnancy is different.  And usually the first one takes time.  You’ve got a petite little baby, and when it’s time he or she will make themselves known.  And don’t you have a wedding?  Wouldn’t you hate to have to find a different dress because this baby decided to be seen?  Let me get the nurse in here.  He’ll take your blood, and we’ll determine what you’re having.  What I can say for certain, is they’re growing right on time.  There doesn’t appear to be any abnormalities, and you and Mr. Drysdale are doing everything right.  And eventually you will pop out.  And you will become uncomfortable because of it I’m sure.  Mr. Drysdale, soon you should feel your little fish in there.  Okay.  You two hang out.”

Leaving makes things feel like an eternity.  You were about to find out the sex of your baby.  You and Ransom were becoming a family at this very moment.  You were going to be able to give the peanut a name.  No more RJ or baby Drysdale.  He or she was going to be talked about as if they were a person.

You are nervous, but not even close to what Ransom is feeling, “I asked my parents if there’s any underlying issues in our family I wouldn't know about.  It was just some sinus issues.”

“What?” You smile, looking at him.  “What does that even mean?”

“I had my tonsils taken out when I was young, and sinus surgery.  I’m just so worried that I’m going to be the reason that something is wrong.  And…Buns, I can’t…I want our baby to be healthy.”

“She is,” he rolls his eyes, but still smiles.  Leaning in for a kiss, but you grab his hand to place on your belly.  “Or he.  They’re going to be fine, Ran.  And you best believe we’re going to make sure he or she is taken to the doctor regularly.  They’ll get their checkups to make sure they’re growing right on schedule, and that nothing is wrong.  Tonsils are nothing.”

“Speak for yourself.  That was torture.  But what if something is wrong?  If they have something wrong, it’s gonna be my fault, and…”

“Shh,” bringing his hand up to your mouth, pressing it on your lips, you begin to kiss over his knuckles, and press them up to your cheek.  He was already shaping up to be the sweetest dad.  So concerned for his baby, and already blaming himself.  “We made this baby.  And we’re not going to speak something into existence that isn’t there.  We’re also not going to blame ourselves.  This is our baby.  Hopefully our first.  And we’ve got to make sure that she is cared for and loved above all else.”

“You are calling our baby a her.”

“Because, it’s just what I feel.  I feel this sweet pea is our baby girl.  We may find out that she’s not a girl, but a boy, and I’ll still love him.  But I really think this angel baby is our baby girl.”

“Yeah, yeah.  This day is going to be so long waiting to find out.”

“While the baby is growing, Ran, we shouldn’t worry as much as you are.  Let’s just breathe.  We’ll know soon enough what we’re having.”

“Wait, stop!” Ransom throws his hand out in front of the doctor, eyes wide, and you hold in a snort.  He had warned you he was going to do this, but him actually doing it tickles you, “Can you just for the sake of this moment call us, Mr. And Mrs. Drysdale?  It’s happening this weekend.  I’m making it official.  I just don’t want you to tell us what we’re having as Mr. Drysdale and Ms. Sinclair.  It’s insulting.  Please.  Just this once.”

My goodness, he was adorable.  Didn’t want this moment marred by your maiden name.  He wanted the moment you found out about your baby’s sex to be with mama and daddy Drysdale.  He wasn’t lying.  He was making it official in less than forty-eight hours.  You were cutting it close.  Wanting to spend your honeymoon with your husband being able to buy cute outfits for your child.

“Okay.  Mr. And Mrs. Drysdale, keep in mind this test is anywhere from ninety-eighty to ninety-nine percent accurate.  Are you ready to find out what you’re having?” With Ransom behind you, and both hands on your belly, with yours on top of his, you give the doctor a nod of your head.  Sucking in your breath slowly.  “You two are going to have a baby girl.”

The sound that escapes your mouth as you turn around to hug Ransom was that of pure joy.  A stutter cry of shock and happiness when you hug him.  You were getting your little Ransom junior that was going to be the sweetest little angel girl.  

Burying your face into his neck, you cry.  Digging your fingers into his back as you and him celebrate.  Just as it should, together.  Just the two of you.  Three.  “I’m going to leave you two, alone,” he steps out of the waiting room, and Ransom holds you even tighter.

“Bunny?  Buns, are you happy?”  

“Ran, we’re having our baby girl.  Yes, I’m so happy.  Oh my god, oh our sweet little peanut.  Oh hey, darling,” pulling away from Ransom, you hold onto your belly, looking down at the little bump of your stomach.  “Hey.  Ransom, this is our baby in there.  Our sweet girl.”

“And boy, I’m going to spoil her so much.  Hi, baby,” he says to your belly, squatting down, he pulls up your shirt, giving the swell a kiss.  “We have waited for so long for you.  And now we know that you’re going to be our little sunflower.  Your daddy is going to have you dressed in the cutest little dresses and sweaters.  Your mama is going to look at you all the time.  Oh,” he looks up at you. Tears blurring his bright blue eyes.  

“She’s ours, Buns.  This…oh, this sweet thing is our little bitty baby bunny.  Oh my goodness.  I can’t even process anything because we’re getting our girl.  And sweetheart, if you were a boy I would be just as happy.  Have you been talking to your mama, and telling her what you were.  She’s been calling you a girl for three weeks now.  Okay…she’s going to paint the mountains in your room.  Your mama is going to hide a little girl somewhere in there, and it’s going to be you.  Maybe she can paint me and her, too.  Bunny?  Babe, why are you crying.”

“Because you’re so sweet,” sniffling as you wipe your face.  This was all that you had ever wanted.  A man that was your partner, but also shared in your wants.  You never saw Ransom the way he is now.  Not with that first meeting.  You are glad that first impressions aren't everything.  “How did I get so lucky to have you as my baby daddy.”

“Wait.  No, no.  I’m the husband.”

“And you love her so much already.  And I can’t even take how sweet this is, and I want to see you talk to the belly everyday, and I want you to feel her kick.  It’s not fair.  You love her so much, and you can’t even feel her, or feel when she hiccups.  Ran, I want you to feel everything, and…”

“Shh,” he stands up, pulling you into his embrace.  “Buns, I’m fine.  I’ll feel her when she’s ready for me to.  She’s a tiny little thing and can’t stretch out enough to kick your belly.”

“But I want you to feel her now,” you know how silly this is.  But it was so emotional, that you couldn’t help but to feel frustrated, and it didn’t even bother Ransom as much as it is you.  “You’re her daddy.”

“And when I feel her, I’ll still be her daddy.  Sweetheart, your mama’s hormones are crazy, and I make her crazy, but she’ll be fine,” you pout at his tender words.  His hand pushes up against the belly again as he starts another conversation.  “We sure had fun making you.  Fucking your mama everywhere.  She was insatiable.”

“Hugh Ransom Drysdale!”

“I’d come home, and her pretty little pussy was wet and ready for me to stuff her full.  I think that’s actually how you were conceived, up on the counter.”

“Ransom!”

“She had her naked self up there, legs spread so wide, and she was dripping onto the counter.”

“You better stop!”

“It got you to stop crying though.  I’ll do it again.  Just to see you smile,” he kisses on your forehead, and all the way down to your mouth.  Committing this day to his memory.  Every bit of it.  Right down to the smell of your perfume that lingered on his skin.

“Bunny?” Ransom gives you a tap on your arm, but you curl more into his warmth.  You are exhausted.  This honeymoon was spent with Ransom keeping you well stuffed and exhausted.  “Bunny, wake up.”

“Mmm,” you whine.  It wasn’t even light outside.  Why was this man waking you up?  “Stop.  I’m tired.  You kept me up all night long.”

“You know, I didn’t hear you complaining when I had your legs pinned to the bed.  But fine.  I won’t tell you what I know,” he stubs up.  Sticking his nose up in the air, and crossing his arms over his chest, and leans back on the bed.  This week has been amazing.  Even if most of the week was spent in the room being entwined with your husband.  

“Won’t tell you anything.  Not one little thing.”

“Shh,” finding your way closer to him, you nuzzle up against his side.  Sighing at the faint scent of his cologne.  He smelled like you, sweat, and Dior.

“Nope.  Can’t drag it out of me.  No way, no how.”

“Ugh,” you sit up, playfully glaring at him.  “Go on.  Tell me what it is that you know.”

“Nope.  I told you I wouldn’t,” rolling your eyes, you start to slide your naked body back down on the bed, but Ransom lays his hand on your stomach, and you look down at your favorite piece of jewelry he owned, his wedding band.  You gasp when you see his fingers splay out on your belly, and he gives it a few pulses.  “Won’t tell you anything at all.”

“Where did that come from?  Oh my god!  Hey, little one,” your hand rubs over your belly, and you give your baby’s waterbed a smile.  “Look at you.  Did you finally decide to tell daddy hey?”  It wasn’t much, but it was a bump.  No longer did you look like you were housing a food baby, but instead, you finally looked pregnant.  

“Ransom!  Oh my god.  Hey,” looking up at him, you both smile with waterfalls of tears streaming down your face.  “Did you feel that?”

“She’s been doing that all morning.  Woke me up, didn’t you, sunflower?  I was sleeping, and minding my business, and her chubby little foot kicked daddy’s hand, and I woke up, and looked, and there she was.  Were you hiding behind mama’s bladder or something?”

“We really need to think about her name.”

“Sunflower.”

“No.  No, we’re not naming her sunflower.  You can call her that, but I want her to have a name,” Ransom shrugs, and looks back down at the bump.  His hand wanders over the belly, stopping when he feels her movements again.  He was obsessed.  He was never going to let you go again.

While he’s watching his daughter, you stare at him.  He was the perfect choice for a life partner, but you could not have been ready for how good of a father he was going to be.  You could already see how his hand was always going to need to touch the bump.  But even the way he was so soft and gentle, and he talked to your belly.

“Your mama won’t let us officially name you sunflower.  So I’m going to say the alphabet, and when you like that letter, you kick your daddy’s hand, okay?” He starts to say the alphabet slowly.  Pausing on certain letters longer than others.  His hand drifts over your belly searching for the peanut.  

“L.  M.  N.  Are you asleep?  I will go back through this alphabet if you don’t kick.  O, I really like the name Ophelia.  Okay.  No.  P.  You have got to be kidding,” giggles erupt out of your mouth as the baby P starts to twist around in your stomach.  “P?  P?  This is going to be the first obstacle, sunflower.   I don’t even know any P names, and this is what you want to stop on.  Let’s try again.  Q.  Oh thank goodness.  R,” his eyes close, and he peaks at your belly.  She was a sleeping beauty again.

Finishing the alphabet, and starting over, he randomly says P out of place.  “What is this child?  Sunflower, you’re being a smarty pants.  Bunny, she’s moving on P again.”

“Well, I think P is going to be the first letter of her name then.  There’s Penelope, Penny, Piper, Prue, Phoebe, Paige.”

“Did you just say the Haliwell sisters names, and add in a Penelope and a Penny?  No.  Our daughter is not being named after a television show.  Go on, say some more P names.”

“Parker, Pippa, Payson, Peyton,” you sigh because there was one name you really loved.  Ransom wasn’t liking any of these, and you both had to love her name.  The thought of him not liking a name that had been on your list for a few years, even before Frank, hurt to think about.  “Paisley.”

“Oh!” He shouts, leaning over your belly.  Pressing his lips against the stretched skin.  “She is moving so much.  Paisley, are you going to be a demanding little thing?  Oh, Buns, she loves the name almost as much as I do.  Paisley Ransom Drysdale, you are going to rule the mountain.  You are going to command Bucky.  The only one keeping you in line is going to be Gucci, huh?  Paisley, I know.  I know.  We all agree that this is the sweetest name.  And no, I totally didn’t look at your mama’s baby name list on her phone and see a star beside Paisley.”

“Ran,” he was too sweet.  “Did you really look at my baby name list?”

“Yep, and I added a little part at the bottom that I titled Ransom’s list.  I put down the names I really liked, and added a few of my own.  So we have us a Paisley Ransom?”

If it wasn’t for you and Ransom in agreement, it was Paisley herself swimming in her ocean and telling you she loved the name just as much.  “Paisley, daddy is going to spoil you, but I also think uncle Bucky is going to spoil his chicken butt, too.”

“A girl, hmm,” Bucky slings a bale of hay out of the barn, and goes to stand beside Ransom.  He couldn’t keep his eyes off your home.  To say that things went from blissful to a torturous and sick pregnancy once you returned would be a lie.  Why did you have to be the woman that was sick in the third trimester?

“What are you going to do with this tiny little Bunny running between my house and yours?”

“Uh, no.  I will be carrying her everywhere.”

“I’m talking about when she can walk.”

“So was I,” Ransom deadpans.  What a silly notion that Paisley was going to walk to get around.  Ransom had intentions of keeping her held and treated like a princess.  

“How is she doing?  Still sick?” Your sickness was worrisome to Ransom and Harlan.  Harlan claimed that you shouldn’t be this sick this far along.  He felt like he had become a nurse when all you could do was be nauseous and sleep.  “My mom, she has this remedy she took with my youngest half sister.”

“No, you know Bunny, she’s going to power through this.  I have offered everything.  But she’s not dehydrated, Paisley is growing perfectly fine, and Miss Gucci makes sure to keep her entertained and moving.  Thanks, but you know how she is,” Bucky nods his head, starting to head back up to the hayloft, and Ransom looks up at him.  “What are you doing?”

“Uh, getting the stables ready.  Bunny approved goats.”

“We don’t need goats.”

“Umm…they’re cute.  You better watch your wife, she wants a donkey.  She’ll have this little petting zoo for your children.  Don’t get angry.  You love that woman, and your children are going to grow up seeing life in other animals.  They'll have compassion, and learn to care for things.  Having animals is a good thing.  And she always told you she wanted a ranch and farm.  Goats will be in the and farm part.  And I’ll teach Paisley how to care for everything.  And quit pouting!  You are always the daddy.  I am the uncle, and she is the chicken butt.  Which by the way,” he hauls the last bale of hay down, and walks back down to Ransom, pointing out a spot close to the barn.

“Your wife wants the chicken coup and chicken run to go there.  Gotta keep her girls safe.  You should see some of the chickens she wants.  You’re going to have so many eggs, with different sizes and colors.  That sweet little girl is going to be going right over there with her designer corgis, and gather the eggs for the day.  You know, for a city slicker that everyone think is nothing but a pretty face, you’re adjusting well to this life.”

“Ehh, I think well is an overstatement.  But the idea of getting my Bunny and my baby, and the only family I like here, it’s worth it.  Plus, the view at night.  This seriously is a piece of heaven and paradise.  Quiet.  Anyways, I guess get the goats and donkeys.  Save the sheep for when Paisley can ask for them.  Whatever chickens that she wants, get them, and you trust Steve with building all this?”

“He’s smarter than he looks.  He’s more than just a dick on legs believe it or not.  Very high sex drive, but sharp as a tack.  You know he actually has a college degree in architecture?  He’s designing this chicken house.  Tend to your baby mama,” Ransom lets out a guttural growl as he shoots an angry look towards Bucky.  He hated the baby daddy and baby mama term.  “She married you.  Look at it as a term of endearment.  A term she can’t say about anyone else.”

“You’re right,” he puffs up his chest a bit.  “We wanted a baby, we made a baby, and now we’re getting a Paisley.  And hopefully she’s not a thorn in her mother’s side when she’s born.”

“Oh, if she’s anything like you, then yes, the chicken butt is going to be a thorn in all our sides.  She’s going to have this sweet little face, but she is going to mean business.  Go tend to her mother.  I’m ready for Paisley to keep you from asking too many questions.  Especially about the ducks.”

“No ducks!” Ransom screams as he starts to jump onto the side by side to head back to the house.  

“If Paisley wants ducks she gets ducks!”

“Paisley can not talk.  Ransom can.  No ducks!”

“Uh huh,” Bucky starts as Ransom drives away.  “Paisley told me yesterday that her wanted duckies.”

You exhale slowly, pressing a hand over your swollen belly, and look up at your husband with fearful eyes, “It’s time,” you tremble out, but he is every bit the calm man he always is.  Confidently reaching for your hand he leads you towards the front door, “Ran, I’m scared.”

“I’m not.  Our little Paisley sunflower is finally making her debut.  You’ve got this, and I will be right by your side.  You’re going to be amazing.”

“I’m not ready.  Can we…can we just stop time right now,” you know how ridiculous you are being.  But there was a literal human about to be pushed out of your body.  Life was going to change.  “Please?  You always make things happen.”

“Sweetheart, I can’t make this happen, even if I wanted to, and I don’t.  I am ready to see you hold our precious little baby girl.  To see you take on another role in our lives.  I’m ready to see your parents, Harlan, Bucky, and I’m sure Steve fawn over this little baby that we created.  We wanted this, and we made this happen.  Now, get your cute little waddling self in the car.  I really don’t want to deliver a baby today.”

Your eyes open up wide in shock as you stare at him.  You are wasting time.  Things can happen slow, but also just as fast, and you could deliver your child in the car.  “I’m only joking.”

“Ransom, let’s go.  I do not need my insides on the floorboard of my car.”

The nurse lays your baby on your chest, and time stands still.  You had wanted and hoped for this little angel that is staring up at you all confused.  “Oh, hey, baby.  Look at you, Paisley Ransom.  You have your daddy’s lips.  Ran, look it.  Oh my goodness, Paisley meet the man that talks to you every night.  You’re going to have to call him daddy though.”

“She’s so small,” Ransom’s thick fingers wipe the steady cascade of tears coming down his face as he gazes at his sweet little angel.  “You’re going to be daddy’s shadow, huh?  I’m not going to be able to let you out of my sight.  Oh, honey.  She’s absolutely perfect.”

“Wait,” your voice panics as her eyes slowly close.  Her back refuses to rise and fall with her breathing.  “Ran!  No, no,” hands from faceless people reach and take that bundle of joy off your chest.  “What’s happening?  Ransom?”

Ransom stares horrified as nurses hustle around your baby, while you are a puddle.  Crying and reaching for her.  Needing answers of anything, and you get nothing.  Almost as if a light switch is flipped on, Ransom goes into action.  Holding onto your hand tightly, “You will tell us what is going on with our daughter.  Tell us now.”

“Mr. Drysdale, your wife still has the after birth.”

“And our daughter has got machines being hooked up to her as we speak.  Where…where are they taking her?”

“To a doctor.  My job currently is your wife.”

“But I need to know what is going on right now!  You tell me what is happening.”

“While I can’t be sure, things like this aren't uncommon.  They’re going to check her over.  If there was a true concern they would be coming over immediately.  I assure you, your daughter has the best care here.  Let them take care of her, while I take care of your wife.  When there is something to report about your daughter we will.  Please, stay calm.”

Calm was not at all how you are feeling.  Scared.  Terrified.  Empty.  Lost.  None of your emotions are calm.  Ransom turns to look at you, keeping his eyes only on yours, and you follow suit.  Copying his breathing, but still you felt scared.  Terrified.  Empty.  Lost.  You want your baby.  Need to know if she was okay, and what was going on.  You need to see her sweet face again.

Mr. And Mrs. Drysdale,” a new doctor walks in, without your baby.  Breathing is usually an involuntary thing, but since Paisley was born, you had to physically think about it.  “Paisley is just fine.”

“So where is she?” This woman was coming in here to tell you that Paisley was fine, but she came without Paisley.  You need to hold her.  Ransom still hadn’t got to hold her.  “Where’s my baby?”

“Mrs. Drysdale, she is fine.  There were a few complications.”

“Like what?  You tell me that our daughter is fine, but that there’s complications, and…”

“Mr. Drysdale, let me finish, please.  She is fine.  We are going to wheel you into NICU.  She’s being monitored.  There is a slight heart defect, but as of right now we do not think there will be a need for surgery or medicine.  She will need to be monitored.”

“Why…but why did my baby stop breathing?  She was laying on me, and just…Ransom she just stopped, and,” you words run off into tears, and Ransom grips your hand even tighter.  Fearful that he was the cause of this defect.

“That had nothing to do with her heart.  While our body’s have the ability to adjust from being in utero to being outside, it doesn’t always happen.  So far, other than her heart that I think she will just need some monitoring with for the next couple of days, she’s healthy.  She wants to see her mom and dad.  Would you two like to see your baby with less dramatics than you have seen today?  I promise, she is a healthy baby.”

“Please,” you whimper, throwing the blanket off your legs.  You are beyond ready to be reunited with her.  Ransom doesn’t miss a moment to help you out of the bed.  Assisting you to a wheelchair as you’re taken to Paisley.  Seeing her in an incubator makes you gasp, “Do I…can we hold her?”

“Of course.  Wash your hands.”

“So, how will we know if she’s going to need surgery or medicine?  She’s just so tiny,” the doctor runs through a few scenarios with you.  Letting you know that she is being heavily monitored currently.  That doctor’s visits may be more frequent for her, but you don’t care.  Paisley being a happy baby is what you care about.

“Oh, hey, Paisley,” you coo as a nurse places her in your arms.  She swishes around, and moves even closer to your chest.  Squeaking with every move she makes.  “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.  Ran, she’s perfect.  I mean, minus your wee little heart.  It’s because you felt so much love from everyone, huh?  You want to hold her?”

“I want you to right now.”

“Paisley, you’re daddy is being very generous, but I know that he wants to touch and hold you so much right now.  Ransom, sit down.  Hold your baby,” sitting down beside you, you extend the tiny sunflower over to him.  Waiting until he gets comfortable holding her before you settle back.  Watching him more than her.  How he is so serene staring at her.  His forefinger pets around his face, and still more tears.

“You are a pretty little thing.  But I didn’t expect anything less with who you have as a mama.  Paisley, you don’t get to scare daddy like that, okay?  You’ve got to be okay so you can run around the property.  Your mama has gotten you so many animals.  Uncle Bucky has these two annoying goats that he can’t stand.  But I need you to be okay.  You’re so strong, sweetheart.  And we’ve got to take you home, and love on you.  Grandpa is so excited.  He misses your mama, too.  Bunny, this is our baby.”

“I know,” you whisper, wiping his cheeks free of tears.  This is the most handsome you have ever seen him.  Completely vulnerable, loving, soft and tender.  Becoming the sweetest and most protective father in an instant.  But how he was holding onto her like she was the most precious thing in his life.

A younger you would have been jealous that your husband was getting a new lady in his life, but if you were sharing Ransom’s attention with this angel, it was worth it.  He pets over her sweet little fingers, looking up at you with a bright smile, “We made her.”

“I know.  Daddy, that's your baby girl.”

“You hear that, Paisley?  Mama says that you are mine.  I didn’t think I could love someone like I do your mom, but this — Bunny, I love her so much and immediately.  How did I get so lucky for two people in my life?  Bunny?” He gives you a pout, his bottom lip trembling, “I’m not even letting you hold her.”

“You keep holding her.  When she gets hungry, I’ll hold her.  I like watching you become a dad.  This is my favorite I’ve ever seen you.  Paisley Ransom, you have your big scary dad wrapped so tightly around that tiny little pinky finger of yours.  Look at him.  He can’t even stop looking at you for long.”

“I love her.  And I love you.  And you promise that I didn’t do this?”

“No.  You would never do anything to hurt our baby, and she’s going to be just fine.  Okay?”

“So far her heart seems to be working just fine.  We’ll still keep an eye on it.  And her constant stuffy nose.  If this persists we may go through with an allergy test.  Have you noticed any changes in your diet?” Paisley’s pediatrician tries to get her attention again.  Smiling and waving at your daughter who doesn’t react until a loud noise is made.

“Yes, we’re doing the elimination diet for me.  She doesn’t like when mommy eats shrimp or green beans, do you?” Paisley looks around the room, blowing bubbles, until you click your tongue, and she averts her gaze right up to you.  

“And you’re sure this is going to make a difference?” Ransom asks, as the doctor gets closer to the two of you.  “She…it’s like our baby isn’t even a year old and it’s always something.  Could you not move so fast towards her.”

“Ran, she’s here to help.”

“Paisley,” the doctor calls her name, and Paisley’s head turns towards her quickly.  Blinking her eyes heavily.  “She’s smart, and her hearing is perfect.  But let’s just try this right here,” slipping on the cutest tiny little pink glasses, Paisley opens her eyes as wide as possible and looks up at you.  

Staring long and hard towards you before the biggest two teeth smile appears on her face, “Oh god, baby.  Oh, my Paisley,” her chubby hand reaches towards your face, touching all over it before giggling.  “Can you finally see mama?  Ransom, say something.”

“Paisley?” Her head flits towards Ransom’s so fast, and her giggles get even louder.  Making grabby hands towards him.  Her mouth is opening and closing, not saying anything, but she wants her daddy.  “Come here, sweet sunflower.  Look at you.  Do you finally see daddy?” Her eyes blink several times looking at Ransom before glancing around the room.  “Our sweet baby just couldn’t see, huh?  You going to discover every little thing now?”

“Dadadadadadada,” Paisley squeals suddenly.  Slapping hand on Ransom’s cheek, and pulls herself closer for one of her messy kisses she reserves just for him.  

“Looks like the glasses have done the trick.  I think you’re going to have a much happier baby now that she can see.  Since she’s mobile, she should become more so.  No more knocking into things, Paisley.  And you two are doing a great job.  You’re giving her the best life you can, and you’re taking care of her.  Noticing that there are some things that just aren’t right.  Don’t be so hard on yourself.  She’s happy.  And that’s what all people want for their children.  Ransom, remember, this isn’t your fault.  That baby isn’t blaming you.”

You whisper thanks to the pediatrician.  Ransom still had yet to forgive himself for Paisley’s health.  Forgetting how happy she was, and how she was always searching for his voice.  Paisley adored her dad.  And if it wasn’t for pesky things getting in her eyesight and vision, she would be able to crawl to him much faster.  

Placing her chunky hand over his mouth, she waits for him to give her dozens of kisses, and turns towards you smiling.  “Okay, Paisley, you ready to see Uncle Bucky?  You got to show off your new look.  I think he’s going to love your pretty new glasses.  And Gucci,” she squeals, turning to look at you.  Giving her hands a little clap.  “You wanna go see Bucky and Gucci?”

“Uh!”  Making the sweetest little motions towards you, she bounces in Ransom’s arms.  

“She’s going to be very curious for a while.  She’s seeing everything in a new light.  Be patient with her as she learns her surroundings again.”

“Gucci typically stays right with her, huh, Paisley.  And Grandpa.  Yeah, she’s got so many people watching her, and making sure she doesn’t run into things.  Now you won’t have to worry about that, huh?  You’re going to see everything.”

“Look at that beautiful princess,” Harlan announces, standing up to meet you two at the door.  “Paisley Ransom, you are more beautiful now than when you left.  Look at how big you’re smiling.”

“You men have got to stop.  Ransom can’t stop crying, and here you are tearing up.  Paisley, tell Grandpa that you can see everyone you love now, and that’s why you’re smiling and giggling so much.  And…” the front door opens, and the paws of a corgi that is trying to get traction on the hardwood floor comes bustling into the room with all of you.

“Ahh!” Paisley screams, looking down at Gucci and clearly seeing her for the first time.  “Ahh!” It was like seeing her fluffy guard dog truly the way she was meant to, and it was the best thing in the world.

“I hear my sweet angel!” She bounces in your arms hearing Bucky’s voice finally, and when he comes into the living room with all of you, she screams again.  “Oh my goodness.  Does she see me now?”

“Yes.  Don’t you dare, Bucky Barnes, you quit this right now,” he can’t.  He doesn’t even try to pretend that he’s not crying.  Just continues on his merry way.  Walking closer to you, and extends his hands for Paisley.

“You don’t even have to hear my voice.  You know it’s me now, huh?  Oh my goodness.  Paisie, you quit smiling and reaching towards me.  Gimme this baby,” the fit of laughter that Paisley goes into as Bucky pulls her into his arm, blowing raspberries on her neck.  “Oh she’s so cute I could just…GOBBLE HER ALL UP!  Nom nom nom,” he playfully bites at her chunky self.

“Bucky, we need to find you a woman, so you can have one of these of your own.”

“Nope.  None will ever be this cute, and giggly, and smushy, and she’s biting my cheek.”

“Well, you bite hers,” he is adorable with her.  It was different seeing Bucky with Paisley, because you knew Bucky had the potential to be just like Ransom.  Completely soft for a partner and child.  “Paisley, don’t you hurt Bucky.  He is going to buy you a turkey.”

“No turkey!” Ransom gives you a shout, pulling you into him.  “No turkey.  No turkeys.  No peacock or whatever silly little animal you decide you’re going to add down there.  And that wasn’t an idea, Buns.  I did not give you an idea to run with.  You quit looking like you’re ready to order a damn peacock.”

“I do miss not having the menagerie of animals here,” Harlan muses.

“Then we’ll get fake animals again.”

“Ran, you don’t even tend to the animals.  Imagine Paisley and Gucci being followed by a peacock.”

“No peacock!  Bucky, don’t you dare order a peacock.”

“I am not included in this conversation because I can’t say no to Paisley.”

“She doesn’t even talk.  She literally just was able to see today.  No more fowls.  We have chickens.”

“And the cutest little chicken butt for Uncle Buck Buck.”

THE END

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» CHAPTER TEN: A LITTLE GUIDANCE

CHAPTER NINE

SUMMARY: WHAT LIES AHEAD FOR YOU AND RANSOM?

PAIRING: Ransom x Reader

WORD COUNT: 5.0K

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst. New Girl AU.

REQUEST: Librarian!Reader, she’s shy and insecure about her appearance.

18+. Minors DNI.

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𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

As soon as the door slams shut Theo and Chase come out of his room, looking around to see if the coast is clear.

"How bad do you think it is?" Theo asks.

"Pretty bad." Chase sighs. "I'm gonna go check up on her." He stops in front of your door and knocks softly. "It's me, princess. Can I come in?" 

You poke your head out from under the covers long enough to tell him to come in and disappear under them again right after. 

"Are you ok?" Your best friend asks as he closes the door behind him and walks over to your bed. 

"No. I'm not." Your voice breaks as more tears rush out of you. 

"What happened?" He sits on the edge of your bed and pushes back the covers to let you breathe. 

"I don't want to talk about it." You keep your back to him, curling up on yourself. 

He reaches over to you and rubs your back. "Where's Ransom?" 

You shrug. "I don't know, I think he- he left." You reach for a pillow and hug it tightly to your chest to try to calm yourself down.

"Want me to stay with you?" He pushes back your hair, away from your face.

"Can I be alone, please?" You whisper, scared that if you speak any louder you're going to break. 

"Of course. If you need me or Theo, just send us a text." Chase leans down and kisses your temple before standing up. "We love you." He adds before leaving. 

Ransom waits for his Über to show up to take him to his destination. 

"If you want a good tip and review I'd recommend not talking unless it's to ask for directions.."

The driver nods as he looks at him through the mirror. "Got it." 

With now time to think about what he wants to say, Ransom writes a few things down on his phone to make sure not to forget anything. He has a lot of questions to ask. 

The driver, as promised, keeps his mouth shut and Ransom gives him 5 stars and a $50 tip just for leaving him alone. 

He gets out of the car and up the few steps that lead to the front door, going in right after knocking. 

It's only been a few months since he has stepped into this house but it feels like it has been years. Things change quickly, he has changed too. Probably more so in the past few months than he has over the past 10 years. 

"I thought we were finally rid of you." Fran sighs as she sees Ransom walking toward her. 

"Fuck off." He says as he walks past her to his grandfather's office. He knocks but this time he waits for permission before walking in. 

"I like the beard and longer hair. It suits you." Harlan says to him as he takes a seat. 

"Mh. Thanks." He runs his fingers through his hair. 

"Not a fan of the bloodshot eyes though." 

Ransom sighs and glances down at the desk before looking back up. "Why did you have kids?" 

Harlan sits back in his chair and looks at his grandson, really looks at him, frowning. "What do you mean?"

"Have you always wanted kids? Is it because Nana and Great Nana wanted them for you? Why did you choose to have kids?" 

Harlan takes a moment to really think about his answer, he's not sure why Ransom is asking him this but he has a feeling that his answer could potentially change Ransom's opinion. Whatever it is. "I don't know how it happened." He says sincerely. "I don't remember ever thinking about wanting to have kids until I met your Nana. I was a lot like you when I was younger. Reckless and handsome." He teases to lighten up the mood. "You often hear people say "I met the love of my life and my world got turned upside down" but when I met the love of my life my world finally made sense. All the puzzle pieces fell into place and everything felt right. I loved her with all of my being, still do. There's not a day that I don't miss her but she's not really truly gone because I see little pieces of her in every single one of you." He smiles fondly. "I can't say when exactly I decided to have kids, all I remember is thinking that the world would be a better place with more of her in it. Now that she's gone, I'm glad I have all of you to remind me of her."  

"Would you still choose to have kids if you knew how bad we were going to turn out?" 

"Not everyone turned out bad and it's not entirely their fault if they did." 

"Meg is fine but the rest of us, not so much." 

"You turned out fine." Harlan looks at Ransom with a smile and pride in his eyes.

Ransom can't help but laugh. "In what world did I turn out fine?" 

"Look at how much you've changed since I cut you off, how much you've grown. For the first time in… years, you look happy. Genuinely happy."

Ransom shrugs and looks down. "I was." 

"It's that girl, right? Your friend that Marta helped? You fell in love."

It's not a question, it doesn't need to be.

"What happened?" 

Rubbing his hands over his face and sighing, Ransom feels close to breaking down again. "She wants to have kids." 

"And you don't?" Harlan asks curiously.

"Why would I? With how fucked up our family is, I don't need to put that kind of burden on a child or on her. She deserves better. My dad cheats on my mom constantly, they both hate me and each other." He shakes his head. "I'll be a shitty dad and a shitty husband." 

"Tell me, do you think your dad stops to think "am I being a shitty husband?" before cheating on your mother?" 

"Fuck no." Ransom laughs but there's no joy to it.

"Exactly."

Ransom frowns and raises a brow, confused. "Exactly, what?"

Harlan chuckles and sits up on his chair, leaning forward on his desk. "You are not your father. You are nothing like your father. You love her, you care about her. Let's forget about your parents, about this family. It's just you and her in the world, would you have kids with her?" 

"Of course I would. She's my whole fucking world, I'd do anything for her. I'd give her anything she asked for but this is the real world and Drysdale men don't make good fathers." 

"Then break the cycle." Harlan says, like it's the most obvious solution. 

"Oh, right. Sure. Just like that." Ransom answers, clearly being sarcastic as he rolls his eyes. 

"Why not? Are you a good boyfriend to her?" 

"I don't know. I guess."

"Do you love her? Show her affection? Treat her right? Take care of her? Respect her?" 

"I do."

"Then you've already broken the cycle of Drysdale men being shitty boyfriends or husbands. If you can do that then you can break the bad father cycle." 

"What if I can't and I end up ruining her life and the kid's life?"

"What if you can and you end up being happy with a great family?" 

"I hate it when you answer my question with a question." He shakes his head.

"I know you do." Harlan chuckles. 

"I'm scared I might have lost her." Ransom admits, so quietly that Harlan almost missed it.

"If you love her then fight for her. If you just give up then you're sure to lose her. Go home, fix it." 

Ransom runs a hand through his hair. "We have two roommates, they are protective of her, they probably won't let me talk to her alone and if they do they'll just hide and listen to everything." 

"Here." Harlan opens his desk drawer and pulls out a set of keys. "Send them there."

"Are those the keys to my old house?"

"Those are the keys to the house that I paid for. Now go, fight for your girl. Make me proud." 

Ransom stands up and takes the keys. He walks over to the door and opens it, turning around to add one more thing. "Please don't tell anyone about me and her. I don't want them anywhere near my relationship." 

Harlan nods. "You got it. Your secret is safe with me." 

"Thank you. For everything." 

His grandfather smiles at him. "I'm proud of you Ransom." 

He walks out of the house while taking his phone out of his pocket and tries to call you. He's not surprised when you don't pick up, it was to be expected. He hangs up to get an Über and he's surprised to see how late it is already. He hadn't realized that so much time had passed. It's almost dinner time but it feels later than that because of how dark it already is outside. 

On his ride home, Ransom thinks about how or what he'll need to do to get you alone without the guys. 

Once he gets dropped off near the building, he calls Theo to say he needs to see both he and Chase to clear the air before seeing you. After the call, he runs up the stairs and waits until he's sure they are gone. 

After the night they had locked you up in the loft together you had confiscated the keys from that specific lock and put them all in a drawer in the kitchen so while the guys are moving down to the first floor, Ransom quietly sneaks into the loft and locks the door. He leaves the key just in case one of you wants to get out, he doesn't want to hold you hostage he just wants to keep the guys out until he has had a chance to have a real talk with you. 

He sends them a quick text to tell them where he hid the key of his old house with the address. The guys would be pissed if they weren't so impressed by how quickly Ransom has learned to play by their rules. Plus, there are worse ways to spend your Saturday night than in a giant, beautiful house. 

Once he's sure the guys won't be interrupting anything Ransom takes off his shoes and his jacket, leaving them close to the front door. He takes a few deep breaths to settle his nerves before heading to your room. 

He usually loves moments when the loft is calm and in complete silence, like right now, but tonight he wishes there would be a noise, a sound, anything to cover his nervous heartbeat and the blood rushing through his veins at an incredible speed.

Ransom turns the knob and walks in without a sound before closing the door again. He moves closer to your bed, his heart clenching painfully at the sight of you looking so small and fragile, almost broken. He hates that he did this to you.

Lifting up the covers, Ransom carefully gets into your bed and lies behind you. A sigh of relief almost escapes his lips when you don't flinch or tense up at his presence, counting it as a small win. 

You have no idea what time it is, all you know is that you've spent the entire day in bed crying, sleeping or staring at the wall in front of you. You're tired and your body aches from lying in the same position for hours on end, yet you can't find the energy to move. Not even to turn around. Chase and Theo check up on you often to make sure you don't need anything, maybe that's why you're able to tell right away when it's Ransom who comes in and not one of your other roommates. 

You let him get in and settle down right behind you without saying anything. What is there to say that hasn't already been said earlier? 

What you don't expect is for him to reach over and wrap his arm around you, like he always does, and you feel terrible for jumping the way you do. Ransom tries to move his arm away when he sees and feels you get scared but you stop him, putting your hand on top of his. 

Ransom's eyes are burning with unshed tears as he wraps his front around your back, getting as close to you as physically possible. 

"I'm sorry for leaving the way I did." He says quietly, not surprised to hear the pain in his own voice. "Can you turn around, please?" 

You hesitate but slowly turn around to be facing him. As soon as he sees your face he moves his hand away from your waist and uses it to wipe off the fresh tears on your cheeks, not realizing that his own are now running free.

"I'm so sorry, kitten. I'm so fucking sorry." He whispers, knowing that his voice can't get any louder without breaking or wavering. 

You're fast to cover his cheeks with your hands, using your thumbs to make his tears disappear as soon as they come out. "You don't have to apologize. Sometimes things just don't work out." You give him the tiniest of smiles to show him you're not mad. You could never be mad at him for knowing what he wants or doesn't want. 

Ransom's eyes widen as he realizes why you think he's apologizing. "No, no, no, no." He says quickly and puts his index finger under your chin to make you look in his eyes. "I went to see Harlan today and we talked, for hours. You were right. I'm not my dad and I'll never be my dad. I love you, I'm fucking crazy about you and I never want to hurt you. I promise I'll never cheat on you or do anything else to hurt you, to hurt us." 

"Oh, Ran. I know you won't. The thought never even crossed my mind and I love you, I really do that's why it hurts so much but we want different things. As much as I love and adore you, I haven't changed my mind about wanting to have kids. I'm sorry." 

"I know, kitten. That's what I'm trying to say." He grabs your cheeks with both of his hands and rests his forehead against yours. "I changed my mind."

Your eyes widen and you quickly sit up. "Are you for real?"

"Yes." He sits up too, facing you. 

"A few hours ago you didn't even want to think about having kids, Ran this isn't like changing your mind about getting a cat." 

"Like I said, I talked to Harlan and he opened my eyes on a few things." He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, letting his fingers linger across your cheek. "If it were someone else, I wouldn't have changed my mind but it's you. I know you won't be scared to call me out if I do something bad and I know I'll love our kids because they will be yours. I really thought about it, I'm sure."

You stare at him speechless. "Maybe you should take some more time to think about it." You suggest, a little taken aback.

"I don't need to." 

You're shocked that he has changed his mind so rapidly but also shocked that you believe him even if you think an afternoon isn’t enough to make such a big decision. He seems so sure of himself, there's not even an ounce of doubt in his voice, in his words or in his eyes. 

Before you try to argue again, Ransom closes the distance between the two of you and kisses you. It starts off chaste and soft but it quickly turns sloppy and full of need, full of desire. One of his hands travels down your body to the small of your back where his hand then moves under your shirt. He sighs at the contact of your warm, soft skin and moves closer to you. 

You put your hands to the back of his head where you tangle your fingers in his hair to keep him close, as if he'd ever dare to leave you like this. 

Ransom kisses the corner of your lips and trails down from your cheek to the side of your neck to give you a chance to breathe. He sucks and nips at the skin, smiling against your neck when he feels you shiver. 

You bite your lower lip and close your eyes to let yourself get lost in his touch. 

He lifts up his head and he grins at the sight in front of him. "You look so beautiful." He presses his lips to yours, stealing your breath once more. He helps you lie down on your back, holding himself up with one hand flat on the mattress while the other is still on your back. He lowers himself with you and settles his body on top of yours, between your legs so as to not crush you under his weight. His hand that's on your back moves from under you and comes to take yours instead, intertwining his fingers with yours as he raises them above your head to rest on the pillow. 

Once again Ransom breaks off the kiss to let you breathe and instead presses soft kisses all over your cheeks, forehead and nose. He stops to look down into your eyes when he feels you cupping his cheek in the palm of your free hand to get his attention. 

"I love you." You say softly after feeling the urge to say it first this time. 

Ransom's breath hitches in his throat and he gently squeezes your hand that he's holding. He gets lost in his own mind for a few moments, trying to think back to the last time that someone told him they loved him and meant it. For years girls have told him they loved him, not because that was how they felt but because they thought it could get them expensive gifts or money. It didn't. Those three little words have always turned Ransom off, until tonight. He used to hate hearing them but now they might be his favorite words. "Fuck." He curses quietly under his breath, his heart is pounding in his chest in the most wonderful way. "I love you." He adds quickly right before kissing the tip of your nose. "Wanna get started on those babies?" He asks you, cheekily as he wiggles his eyebrows and grins down at you. 

You can't help but laugh at his playful attitude. You tilt your head a little to the side, matching his playfulness. "Are you sure you want the babies and not just the baby making?" 

"I'm a big, big fan of the baby making." He smirks. "But I'm gonna be an even bigger fan of the babies that come from it." 

You shake your head as you smile, amused. "How about for right now we practice and we can talk about babies tomorrow morning?" 

"Anything you want, my love." He smiles as he leans down to kiss you. The moment your lips touch, his playfulness is gone and all of his focus is on making you feel good, beautiful and loved beyond words. Over and over again until you're both too exhausted to move.

Ransom rolls off of you and lies on his back next to you, letting you both catch your breath. You wiggle closer until you’re flushed against his side and rest the back of your head on his bicep. He moves his head to look at you and smiles at how relaxed and at peace you look. He wraps his index finger and thumb on both sides of your jaw to angle your head in the right direction to give him easy access to your lips as he leans in to kiss you. He nips at your bottom lip before pulling away.

‘’We totally just made a baby, I can feel it.’’ He rests his head back on the pillow and looks up at the ceiling. 

You laugh and take the hand that was on your face, holding it between yours as you close your eyes. ‘’I think it’s going to take a little while before we do. At least I hope so.’’

Ransom frowns and turns his head to look at you. ‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’

You blindly trace his pinky ring with the tip of your finger, slowly opening your eyes to look back at him. ‘’I love how excited you are about this but we don’t need to have a kid now. We need money, lots of it and our own place because I’m not taking care of a newborn baby on top of taking care of Theo and Chase.’’

‘’Right.’’ He sighs. ‘’I keep forgetting that money is an issue for me now.’’

You raise a hand to his beard and gently scratch with your fingers along his jawline. ‘’We just need to come up with a plan, to make sure we’re ready when it does happen. If we did make a baby tonight, we’ll make it work but I’d like to be prepared.’’

‘’It’s a good thing that one of us is smart.’’ 

‘’Don’t say that, you’re smart too.’’ 

‘’Oh, I know. I was talking about myself.’’ He laughs at your shocked gasp and kisses your temple. ‘’I’m just teasing.’’

You sit up to put your shirt and leggings back on. ‘’I hope you enjoyed getting laid earlier because that was the last time in a very long while.’’ You stick out your tongue at him before hurrying out of your bed and heading to the bathroom to take a shower. 

‘’No, come back.’’ He tries to stop you from getting out of bed but you’re too quick. ‘’Kitten.’’ He whines and smiles when he hears you laugh. He gets out of bed and follows you to the bathroom, not bothering with putting on any clothes since it’s just the two of you and he has locked out your other two roommates. ‘’What are we doing?’’ He asks, innocently.

‘’I’m taking a shower.’’ You turn on the water to let it warm up before getting in.

‘’What a great idea for us to take a shower.’’ 

You bite down on your lip, trying not to laugh and encourage him. You shake your head instead. 

He leans down to kiss the side of your neck, covering every inch of skin with his lips as he puts his hands under the front of your shirt to cover your stomach. ‘’Need some help with your clothes, kitten?’’ He nips at the skin right under your ear, making you shiver.

You slightly lean back into him, making him think he has won but you quickly snap out of it and pull away. ‘’I got it, thanks. I’ll be done soon if you want to take a shower after.’’ You take off your clothes and walk inside the shower, closing the door behind you as you step under the water. 

A few seconds later you feel a big gush of cold air coming in, making you aware that Ransom has opened the door. He steps in and stands behind you as he closes the door right after. 

‘’Ran, what are you doing?’’ You don’t turn around, your poker face sucks and you want to pretend to be mad for as long as you can. 

‘’Just making sure my beautiful baby mama is safe.’’ He wraps his arms around your shoulders and kisses the back of your head. 

You laugh quietly and lean back into him. ‘’I’m not a baby mama yet.’’

‘’Yet. But I’m working on it..’’ He moves his hands to rest on top of your stomach and you almost melt at how adorable he is being since coming back from Harlan’s. 

A small part of you wants to tease him and tell him that he’s being super cheesy but the sincerity in his voice stops you. Instead you put your hands on top of his and relax under the hot water. 

‘’Ran?’’ You say his name quietly after a few minutes of just holding one another. 

‘’Yes, my love?’’ 

‘’I’m starving.’’ 

He chuckles. ‘’Yeah, me too. Let’s wash up and then we can go out.’’

‘’Out? Ransom Drysdale are you taking me out on a date?’’ You turn your head to look up at him.

He smiles and kisses your forehead. ‘’I don’t know if you can call it a date because I definitely can’t afford fancy restaurants but we’re going out to eat.’’ 

‘’Well, lucky for you I’m more of a small restaurant kinda girl. Small prices, big portions and I have my own money.’’ 

‘’I’m paying and I sure am lucky.’’ He smiles before letting go of you to grab the soap. 

By the time you get out there is no more hot water but neither of you care. You head back to your rooms to get dressed and meet back at the front door.

You’ve decided to walk to the small italian restaurant a few blocks away, you’ve gone often but Ransom hasn’t had a chance to eat there yet and you have a feeling he’s going to love it. You, Theo and Chase have been going there for years and the owners know you well, they often give you discounts that you pay back in their tip. 

You sit at your usual table and Ransom surprises you by sitting next to you instead of sitting across from you. You are so used to your boyfriends being either ashamed of being seen with you or trying to hide that they have a girlfriend in case they run into their other girlfriends that you’re always pleasantly surprised to see Ransom doing the exact opposite. He puts his arm on the back of your chair once he's settled and runs his fingers up the back of your neck as he takes one of the menus to decide on what to eat. 

You on the other hand don't even look at the menu because you know exactly what you're going to eat, the same thing as usual. 

"Everything looks so good." He says as he flips through the few pages with his free hand. 

"It tastes even better, I promise." 

"I bet. It smells amazing in here." He quickly glances around to see what is on other people's plates to potentially help him make a decision. There are so many choices and it's hard to choose just one.

A waiter comes over to pour you water and take your orders, leaving swiftly after. 

Ransom gets closer and kisses your cheek as he reaches for his glass of water at the same time with his free hand, taking a few quick sips before putting it down. He watches as you lean into his side, smiling as he watches you yawn and rest your head on his shoulder. Bringing his hand up to your head, he gently strokes your hair while kissing the top of your head. "Tired, my love?" 

You nod. "Yes. Today was exhausting." 

His heart clenches at the painful thought of everything he put you through today. "I'm so sorry." 

"You don't have to apologize, Ran." 

"Yes, I do. I hurt you and I made you cry. I'm sorry." 

You tilt your head to be able to look at him without having to move away from his shoulder. "You didn't hurt me or make me cry. I was scared that we were done and I didn't want us to be."

"You're not getting rid of me that easily." He teases, smiling lovingly down at you. 

"Good, I don't want you to go anywhere." You smile back at him, a look of pure adoration in your eyes.

Anyone that would look at the two of you right now could see, without even knowing you, that you're in love with each other. The looks, the smiles and the touches are filled with respect and need for each other that makes it beautiful to watch the interaction between you two. 

You barely let go of each other long enough to eat and as soon as you're done you find yourself back into Ransom's side. 

The same waiter from earlier comes back over to clear your plates and ask if you need anything else.

"I'm full, thank you." You smile before finishing your water and putting your empty glass back on the table.

"Just the check." 

You try to pay for your half of the bill but Ransom insists on paying, you know better than to try and fight him. Instead you might "find" $20 in his jeans pockets while doing the laundry, that you'll make sure to give back. 

You walk back to the loft with your arm around his waist and his arm around your shoulders. Walking is a great way to help the food go down but the air is getting cold and gets through your clothes. 

Once in the elevator Ransom pushes on the button for your floor and wraps his arms around you, hiding you under his coat to help warm you up. Back in the apartment, he locks the door again to keep the other two out for the night and meets you in the bathroom to brush his teeth as you do the same. You both head back to his room, closing the door behind you, then taking off your clothes to get into his bed. He stays in only his briefs while you steal one of his t-shirts to cover yourself with for the night.

"I love you, thank you for tonight." You press a kiss to his chest before laying your head on top of his heart, just in time to hear it flutter at the first three words of your sentence. 

"I love you." He rubs your back, closing his eyes as he breathes you in. 

Thankfully the day ends in the exact same way it started: You in the arms of the man that you love feeling good and protected, right where you belong.

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Memory Served - Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Part 1)

Series summary: Following a terrible accident, every memory you ever made was gone leaving you to try to piece together what happened.

Word Count: 6.1k 

Warnings: to avoid spoilers I won't be tagging warnings, but if you are concerned about being triggered by anything PLEASE reach out to me so I can put your mind at ease! This is an 18+ Only series!

A/N: this is a mystery series, so please when you comment or reblog please put spoilers under the cut using the read more function! This also means I won't be responding to comments straight away!

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Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Sitting at the foot of the bed you ran your hands over the plush covers. Looking around the room at the lavish furniture, all mahogany wood and deep rich colours. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the cost of everything. 

It felt more like a fancy hotel than somewhere you would live. You were scared to touch anything in case you broke something. 

A knock on the door pulls you from your thoughts “hey how are you feeling?” Ransom asks poking his head in.

“Um… a bit out of my depth” you admit with a deep sigh.

“Nothing triggering a memory?” Ransom asks as he walks over and sits down beside you on the bed.

“No sorry, it's not even familiar, any of it” you apologise shaking your head.

“It's okay you don’t need to apologise, the doctor said not to push it remember,” Ransom says gently rubbing your back.

The sensation of it feels familiar reassuring you slightly. Quietening that little voice in your head that was telling you something was wrong. While you didn’t know Ransom he was familiar, allowing you to trust him.

“Plus we never really used this room” Ransom sighed glancing around the room “I just thought you’d be more comfortable in the guest bedroom since it’s kinda like we’re strangers again” 

You give him a weak smile, you could only imagine how hard this was for him too. Finding out your fiancée had been in a car crash, finding out she no longer has any memories of you or the time spent together.

“Thank you, I appreciate it and hopefully it won’t be for too long,” you say reaching out to put your hand on his knee.

You see a warm smile grow on his lips at the contact “maybe I should try and win you over again” he smirks making you chuckle.

“Was it difficult the first time?” You ask him.

“Yes, the first time we met you called me a trust fund prick” Ransom chuckled shaking his head.

You laugh, eyes narrowing as a semblance of a memory surfaces. A quick flash of Ransom dressed up in a suit leaning against a bar. 

“But I don’t blame you, I was a prick until I met you” Ransom sighs smiling over at you warmly.

“Can you tell me more? About that night?” You ask hopefully.

Ransom smiles nodding his head “it was this charity event, everyone all dressed up to the nines” Ransom recalls, the memory of him in your head feeling more fresh “you looked stunning in this deep velvet red dress, you weren’t like the other girls dressed up in big designer brands, you were understated but still the most beautiful girl in the room” 

You nod along to the story, every detail making sense to you. The fact that you weren’t one for all this grandeur. Preferring to be modest in style and sensibility.

“I knew I had to talk to you so I went over to you, ready to talk the big game,” Ransom says before laughing and shaking his head.

“What happened?” You ask a smile on your face as you watch him laugh.

“You shot me down before I even got a chance” Ransom chuckled looking over at you warmly, “you told me that you knew exactly who I was and that you wouldn’t be caught dead with me” 

You laugh at that shaking your head “well something clearly changed” you chuckle.

“Yeah after a lot of grovelling I convinced you to go on a date and the rest is history” Ransom explains with a sigh of contentment.

“How long have we been together now?” You ask him.

“Just over a year now, a guess it was a bit of a whirlwind romance,” Ransom says with a shrug of his shoulders “but let's stop reminiscing, for now, we don’t want to overwhelm you, I’ll sort out some food for us downstairs” 

“You cooked?” You ask surprised.

Ransom laughs shaking his head “No I’m a terrible cook, you did all the cooking and I’d occasionally order in, I’ll order your favourite though” Ransom winks as he stands up from the bed holding out his hand to you.

For a moment you hesitated, your eyes meeting his icy blue eyes. You found yourself searching his face like you’d been doing ever since you woke up. He gives you another reassuring and winning smile before you reach out and take his hand, letting him lead you downstairs.

You let him lead you into the living room, sitting down on the couch. As you sat he leaned down slightly, his lips pursed and you realise he was moving to kiss your forehead, but he stopped short remembering the situation. You watched as he swallowed nervously, a conflicted look on his face as he nodded and moved away towards the kitchen. 

You looked over your shoulder as you watched him go, the feeling of guilt washing over you. On one hand, you felt so grateful that he was taking this at your pace, he wasn't trying to rush you, one the other hand you felt horrible as you watched him suffer. You weren't the version of you that he knew, and you could see he was struggling. You wanted to take the pain he felt away, but you didn't know how. 

“Hey, Dory do you want spring rolls?” Ransom called out his phone pressed to his ear. 

“Dory?” you ask confused. 

You watch as Ransom winces shaking his head “Shit sorry kitten, it’s the nickname you go by” he explains. 

“Oh okay, uh yes please to the spring rolls” you mutter nodding your head. 

Ransom gives you a small smile nodding his head as he turns away, finishing the order. Once he was done he walked back over to the couch he knelt down in front of you, hesitantly putting his hand on your knee. 

“I’m really sorry about calling you Dory, I know it probably seemed like a real stupid thing to say and was really insensitive given the circumstances” Ransom sighed shaking his head. 

You shake your head resting your hand on top of his “No it’s okay, I know this is difficult for you too, things like that will slip out without you meaning it, and if it's anything I didn’t think you were calling me a forgetful fish” you tell him earning a small laugh from him. 

“I am curious as to where it came from though” you admit. 

“Well you never liked the name Dororthy and didn't like Dot or Dottie either so when you were in middle school and looked up nicknames for Dorothy and found Dory, the fish came second” Ransom explains as he moves to sit next to you on the couch. 

You let out a small huff of a laugh “that sounds about right” you chuckle. 

Ransom smiles squeezing your hand gently “I’m glad to hear that, I’m sure things will start coming back to you soon enough”. 

Once dinner arrived you and Ransom talked and laughed, he was telling you different stories about his family and his past. Answering every question you sent his way with a warm smile on his face. 

“Hey look I know this is might not be the right time but I want to show you something,” Ransom says, his hands running over his trousers. 

“Oh uh yeah sure, what is it?” you ask biting your lip nervously. 

“This” Ransom says passing you a small velvet box. 

You gulp slightly as you take the small box, you already had a good idea of what it contained but you were still nervous. Taking a deep but shaky breath you open the box, your eyes landing on the large and elaborate engagement ring. 

“Whoa” you mutter staring down at the ring. 

“You don’t have to put it on, or anything I just thought you might want it eventually and I wanted it to be your decision” Ransom explained.

“How-how did you get it? Was I wearing it in the accident?” you ask confused. 

“No, you had taken it off and thrown it back at me before the accident,” Ransom says looking down in shame. 

“Was it that big of an argument? What was it even about?” you ask. 

“My family, you wanted me to introduce you to them but I didn't want to” Ransom sighs. 

“I haven't met your family? But we’re engaged aren’t we?” you question shaking your head in confusion. 

“That’s exactly why we were arguing, you said it was wrong that I hadn’t introduced you and had no plans to, you said that if you were joining my family you needed to at least meet them first, it all got a bit intense and you stormed out” Ransom explains “but you were right, no matter how unbearable they can be they’re still my family and you need to meet them before we…” he says before trailing off at the end. 

“Right” you mutter glancing down at the ring in your hands. 

“But look to make it right I’ll introduce you to them as soon as you’re feeling a little better, and don’t worry about the ring you do whatever you feel comfortable with,” Ransom says nodding down to the box. 

You nod your head glancing up at him, giving him a small smile “thank you” you mutter. 

Looking back down at the ring you take a deep breath, you weren’t sure what to do. You had to admit it was a beautiful ring but the idea of you wearing it just felt foreign, you needed more time. You needed to get to know Ransom a bit more, you needed to relearn your life with him. You needed time and you were grateful that Ransom was giving you that, and he was taking steps to right his wrongs. 

You had been staying with Ransom for 4 weeks now, physically you were much better but you still didn't remember much. You saw flashes of your life from when you were younger but they often didn’t much sense and you weren’t sure what order they were supposed to be in. 

One good thing though was that you and Ransom had found a comfortable rhythm. You had found a good routine and it felt normal when you woke up, went downstairs and found him making you a cup of coffee. 

There was that air of awkwardness though, one minute you’d be laughing together the next he’d be looking back at you with a conflicted expression on his face. The two of you were more like friends than boyfriend and girlfriend, and you could tell he was really struggling. 

“Hey, how do you feel about meeting my family tomorrow?” Ransom asked as he walked into the kitchen. 

“Hm?” you hum as you look up from the stirfry you were cooking, as much as you appreciated Ransom sorting dinner out, you couldn't take another takeaway. 

“My family, I want to introduce you to them as I promised you” Ransom explains. 

“Oh okay,” you say surprised. 

“Only if you’re feeling up to it,” Ransom says quickly “I wouldn't want to push you into something you aren’t ready for yet, and I know my family can be a bit intense”

“No, no I’d love to, I was just surprised that's all,” you say turning to face him. 

“Are you sure? We’re supposed to have this family dinner on Sunday, I was going to miss it but maybe we could go then?” Ransom suggests. 

“Yeah that sounds good” you smile nodding your head “and thank you Ransom,” you say putting your hand on his arm “it really means a lot, I mean it's a step closer to getting this on track”

Ransom’s gaze dips to your hand on his arm, a surprised look on his face and you couldn’t blame him. You’d only recently gotten more comfortable being tactile with him, it was like your body was naturally moving to him for comfort. 

“And- and what should I introduce you as? I mean the lines are a little blurry at the moment” Ransom points out. 

You shrug your shoulders “I don’t see why we can’t just tell them the truth, I’m your fiancée but because of my accident I lost my memories so we’re just taking things a little slow at the moment” you say. 

Ransom reaches out to take your left hand, his thumb brushing over your skin, specifically the space where your ring would sit “are you sure?” he asks quietly. 

“Of course, no point making it any more confusing than it already is” you reassure him, twisting your hand in his and squeezing. 

“Thank you kitten” Ransom breathes out his eyes meeting yours.

You could see the hesitation in his eyes as he held himself back from kissing you, and for a moment you wished he wouldn’t. You wanted him to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, but the moment passed and he took a step back. 

“Dinner smell’s amazing, I’ve always loved your cooking,” Ransom says as you move to serve up. 

“Well, I’m glad it's not something I’ve had to relearn, it's like riding a bike” you smile.

“Me too, I can’t keep a figure this good on takeout alone” Ransom smirks gesturing down to his body. 

“Yes, it's amazing that you managed to survive without me” you smirk giving him a playful look. 

Ransom lets out a small huff of a laugh, smiling warmly over at you “well I did always say I was lucky to have found you” 

You feel your heart skip a beat as you smiled back at him “I think I’m pretty lucky to have you too” 

Ransom arches a brow in disbelief “really? I’m not everyone’s favourite person, you didn’t even like me to begin with” he points out. 

“Really, I mean you have been nothing but gentle and supportive to me, I’m in such a vulnerable position right now but with you… I feel safe,” you tell him with a smile. 

Ransom smiles back at you “I’m really glad you feel that way, when I first found out you had amnesia I was so scared, I thought I’d lost you and that you’d hate me and never want to see me” he says his voice catching slightly as he looked down at the floor. 

“Hey, hey,” you say stepping towards him, pulling him into a hug “I don’t think I’d ever hate you, even when I first woke up I knew you felt familiar, I knew I could trust you” you reassure him. 

You feel him completely relax into the hug, his arms wrapping securely around your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You could hear him muttering thank your under his breath, his lips brushing against your skin making you shiver. 

“‘C’mon let's eat before it gets cold,” you say quietly, squeezing his arms. 

That Sunday Ransom drove you to his grandfather’s house. As he pulled up to the grand house, your eyes widened in surprise.

“This is where your grandfather lives?” You ask shocked.

“Yeah guess all those books are good for something” Ransom winks as he pulls up and puts the car in park “now c’mon”

You give him a quick smile before climbing out of the car. Rising to your full height you startle when you hear barking off to your side. You watch as two large german shepherds run straight over to Ransom, barking and jumping up at him.

“Hey no stop it! Fuck off!” Ransom growls down at the dogs as he tries to ward them off.

“Oh don’t be so mean they’re just saying hello” you scold lightly, holding out your hand to the dogs to sniff.

The dogs sniff your hand before beginning to wag their tails and nuzzling their heads into your hands “see, they’re good boys” you tell him.

Ransom huffs in annoyance muttering under his breath “assholes” 

You roll your eyes at him before holding out your hand to him, watching as a small smile grows on his face.

“Ready for this?” Ransom asks nodding towards the house.

You look towards the imposing and impressive house taking a deep and steadying breath before nodding “yeah… yeah I am”

Ransom smiles his thumb brushing over your skin, he looks back to the house nodding “it’s only a couple of hours” he says as the two of you start walking over.

“Are you talking to me or yourself?” You smirk as you walk up the porch steps.

Ransom gives you a lopsided smirk “both” he says before opening the front door.

As you step inside you see a woman carrying a tray full of drink, she looked over to you, jumping suddenly “oh Hugh, I- I didn’t think you were coming”

You frown slightly in confusion glancing up at Ransom who had an annoyed expression on his face “well Fran as you can clearly see, I am here, and there better be enough spaces set for Dory” Ransom states gesturing towards you.

“Yes… yes, of course, I’ll make sure there is” she nods, her steps faltering as she couldn’t decide to finish taking the drinks through or complete Ransom’s demand, before finally turning and walking away.

“Why did she call you Hugh?” You ask once she was gone.

“It's my first name, but only the help call me it, everyone else calls me Ransom, it's my middle name” Ransom explains as he shrugs off his coat, throwing it onto a nearby chair.

“Oh okay, Ransom is a nicer name,” you say stuttering slightly as he moves to help you take your coat off.

“I’m glad you agree” Ransom smirks.

“Ransom is that you?” You hear a woman call out, followed by the sound of heels clicking against the floor, Ransom lets out a small groan his shoulders dropping.

You turn to see a woman with short white hair, wearing a dark blue monochrome pantsuit walking down the corridor, her brows furrowing and lips moving to a thin straight line when she saw you.

“Who are you?” She states nodding curtly in your direction.

You stutter unable to find your words, your lips seemingly unable to even say your name.

“Mother, this is Dory, she’s my guest, Dory this is Linda my loving mother,” Ransom says with a tone of sarcasm.

“Hi lovely to meet you,” you say holding your hand out toward her.

Linda narrows her eyes at you before completely ignoring you and looking at Ransom “Ransom your grandfather will not appreciate you bringing your latest piece of ass to a family dinner” she says whispering loud enough that you still heard every word.

You gulp nervously looking up at Ransom who was staring coldly back at his mother, his jaw clenched in annoyance “Dory is not just a piece of ass, I’ll explain everything to everyone in a minute” 

Linda glances back over at you before scoffing under her breath and spinning on her heel back in the direction she came.

“Wow” you mutter under your breath once she was gone, letting out a shaky breath.

You knew Ransom’s family wasn’t the nicest from the little information he gave you but you weren’t expecting such a cold welcome. Especially from his own mother.

“we can still go if you want” Ransom offers, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

“No…” you say quietly before clearing your throat “No I’m fine, it’ll look bad if we leave now” you say shaking your head.

Ransom smiles gently “I’ll be right here, and I’ll tell them to eat shit if they get out of line” he smirks making you chuckle gently.

“Thank you, c’mon then” you breathe out.

Ransom squeezes your hand once more before leading you down the corridor in the direction Linda had gone. As you turn the corner you spot the rest of his family sitting in the lavish living room. They had clearly been mid-conversation about you as they all fell silent once you walked in, 9 sets of eyes all settling on you. 7 of which definitely weren’t warm. 

“Ransom I’m glad you could make it,” an old man says from his armchair, a warm smile on his face “and I see you’ve brought company” he adds nodding to you.

“Well you know I can never stay away too long grandfather” Ransom smiles “and I thought it was a good time to introduce everyone” 

“Well let me start dear, I’m Harlan, and this is my nurse and friend Marta” Harlan smiles introducing himself and the only other person who gave you a warm smile.

“Hi I’m uh Dorothy, but please call me Dory,” you say smiling awkwardly.

“Dory what an interesting name, and how do you know our Ransom?” Harlan asks.

You heard someone muttering under their breath, you didn’t catch what they said but going by the way Ransom’s grip on your hand tightened, it couldn’t have been nice.

“Dory is my fiancée, we’ve been together for just over a year now,” Ransom says and you instantly feel the tension increases tenfold.

“What?” A man who was standing next to Linda asked sharply.

“Me and Dory are engaged, that’s what fiancée means father,” Ransom says rolling his eyes.

“How are we only just meeting her now!” Linda exclaims gesturing in your direction.

“Well that’s where the situation gets a bit more complicated” Ransom sighs “Last month Dory was in a bad car accident and has lost all her memories, so we’re just taking things slowly at the moment” 

“That doesn’t explain why we never met her before today” a man with a cane points out.

“Well Walt, until the accident I wasn’t planning on ever introducing you all” Ransom states.

Linda lets out a shocked noise at that, clutching her chest “so you were just going to get married without any of us there!” 

“I don’t blame him” the young girl, who appeared about 18, or 19, muttered under her breath.

“Harlan was going to be there” Ransom sighs shrugging his shoulders.

“And not your parents!” Richard shouted gesturing between him and Linda.

“Enough!” Harlan bellows making every look back towards him “I’m sure Ransom had his reasons, now we’re not being welcoming guests, are we? Ransom why don’t you introduce everyone else” 

Ransom lets out a long sigh nodding his head before introducing him to the rest of his family, explaining who everyone was.

“Good, now dear it is lovely to have you here” Harlan smiles warmly over at you “now let's go eat” 

You and Ransom hang back a moment while everyone else filters out of the room. You forced a smile when Marta walks past you, giving you a warm sympathetic smile, letting out a deep and shaky breath once they were all gone.

“Harlan seems nice” you comment glancing up at Ransom.

“Yeah, he is,” Ransom says with a small huff of a laugh “it amazes me how horrible everyone turned out” 

“Yourself included?” You smirk playfully.

Ransom chuckles wrapping his arm around your shoulder “well we do all have our skeletons, lucky for me I have you to keep me in line” he smirks “c’mon we better not keep them waiting, they’re terrible when they’re hangry” 

“Even more so?” You chuckle as Ransom leads you out and towards the grand dining room.

Walking through the door you see everyone was already sitting down, the only seats being the two down from Harlan who was sitting at the head of the table.

“Please come sit, I saved you both a seat” Harlan smiles holding his hand out to the empty chairs.

You give him a thankful smile as you tried to ignore the dirty looks you got from Linda and Walt who had clearly been demoted. You also didn’t miss the victorious smirk Ransom gave his mother and uncle.

“Thank you Harlan” you smile as Ransom pulls out your seat for you before sitting down himself.

“It’s nothing I look forward to getting to know the woman who’s made Ransom finally settle down” Harlan smiles patting your hand gently “but first I’m starving so let's eat hm?”

You feel Ransom squeeze your knee under the table, you turned to look at him seeing a small smile on his face and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

As everyone ate silence fell in the room, and you kept your attention mostly on your plate. Only looking up to look at Ransom, Marta and Harlan, you didn’t need to look elsewhere to know the others were still glaring daggers at you.

“So how did the two of you meet?” Harlan asks in between mouthfuls.

“Um, it was at a charity event” you answer glancing over at Ransom.

“Yeah but we didn’t really get on to begin with, but I wore her down with my charming personality” Ransom explains with a playful smirk.

“Hm, I doubt it was that” you heard someone mutter further down the table.

“I don’t really remember much, but I do remember seeing him for the first time,” you say recalling the one flash of memory you had with Ransom.

“I am truly sorry to hear about it, how much do you remember?” Harlan asks you.

“Not much at all, I can remember flashes of my childhood but it doesn’t really make much sense and I don’t know the order, in many ways it feels like my life only started last month” you admit, swallowing back a lump of emotion as you looked down, only finding a small smile when Ransom’s hand found yours.

“You know my father wrote a book where the protagonist was suffering from amnesia,” Walt says pointing his fork over towards you “she worked for a wealthy but corrupt family, overheard something she shouldn’t have and the family tried to have her killed, cut the breaks in her car, but she survived and lost her memories from the last year” he explains keeping his eyes solely on you.

“Oh wow that um sounds interesting” you stutter nodding your head.

“Yeah, the book follows her trying to solve the mystery of her memory loss while the family do everything they can to stop her” Walt continues.

Meg snorts from her seat “you haven’t pissed any wealthy people off have you Dory?” She asks.

You chuckle weakly “not that I remember” you joke, noticing the small cracks in everyone’s exterior as they stopped themselves from laughing.

The rest of the dinner went relatively smoothly, you managed to field all the probing questions sent your way with the help of Ransom. Eventually, the focus shifted from you to the rest of the family as they started a bragging competition.

When everyone retired back into the living room you even began to believe they had started warming to you. That belief unravelled following what should have been an innocent question.

“So what is it you do for a living Dory?” Joni asks as she leant back in her chair, wine glass in hand.

“Oh, I um” you stutter looking over at Ransom for help.

“Dory isn’t currently working at the moment due to her accident” Ransom answers for you.

“Obviously,” Joni says waving her hand “I meant before then” 

“She wasn’t really working then either,” Ransom says.

“What?” Linda snapped, her gaze returning from cool to freezing.

“She was in between jobs, she used to work in marketing but soon after we moved in together she decided she wanted a change, try and work out what she actually wanted to do” Ransom explains smiling over at you warmly.

“Oh son please don’t tell me you fell for that” Richard scoffs shaking his head, “I thought you were smarter than that”

“Excuse me?” You choke out.

“Anyone can tell she is clearly a gold-digger, she’s only with you for your money and inheritance!” Linda states pointing over at you accusingly.

“Hey! Watch your mouth! That’s the love of my life your talking about!” Ransom growls.

“Love?” Richard scoffs “get out of your ass Ransom, this isn’t love, she’s using you for your money and you’re too blind to see it because she’s someone who gives good head!” He shouts making you feel physically sick.

“Hey, little ears!” Donna whines covering Jacobs's ears who didn’t care.

“Oh because you know everything about finding good head don’t you father!” Ransom snaps standing up from his seat “you know what all of you can go fuck off and eat shit! I didn’t want to introduce you all for this exact reason! You’re all asshats too worried about money that isn’t even yours! We are extremely happy together and actually in love, a concept I’m sure none of you understands or have experienced!”

You gulped watching in amazement as Ransom stood up for you to his family, putting them in their place. A strong feeling washed over you as you watched him, a warm sensation filling your chest.

“C’mon kitten let’s go home” Ransom sighs holding out his hand for you to take.

You instantly stand up taking his hand, going even further to tuck yourself into his side. Something that made his eyes widen for a split second before a warm smile crept on his face.

“Grandfather, thank you for your hospitality, I’ll make sure you get an invite to the wedding,” Ransom says to Harlan before turning to the rest of his family “and the rest of you… don’t hold your breath waiting for a Christmas card” 

Ransom didn’t wait for any form of response, quickly pulling you out of the house, the door slamming loudly behind you. Once you reached the car Ransom quickly spun around his hands finding your cheeks as he looked down at you with worry in his eyes.

“Hey it's okay, it's okay” he reassured you.

You blinked a couple of times “I’m fine” you say stuttering slightly.

“Kitten, you’re shaking,” he said softly, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

You hadn’t realised it until that moment but he was telling the truth. Your entire body was shuddering as adrenaline pumped through your veins, it wasn’t until you were out of the situation that every sunk in, tears pricking in your eyes.

“Hey it’s okay c’mere” Ransom sighs, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his embrace.

As soon as you buried your head in his chest you completely broke down. Ransom held onto you tightly, his chin resting on top of your head as his large hands ran up and down your back soothingly. As you cried you could barely hear his words of comfort and were vaguely aware of him gently kissing the top of your head.

“Let's get you home, and I promise we won’t ever see any of them again,” Ransom says looking down at you, his large hands squeezing your arms.

“Thank you” you sniffle as he opens up the car door for you.

“Anything for you kitten” Ransom smiles.

By the time you got home you felt exhausted, your head pounding, so you told Ransom that you needed to go lie down for a while. He gave you a small smile but you could tell from the look in his eyes how concerned he was. 

“Okay kitten, let me know if you need or want anything,” Ransom tells you.

“I will thank you Ransom,” you say with a weak smile before starting up the stairs.

When you reached the top you glance back downstairs spotting Ransom walking away, clearly unaware that you were watching as he pinched the bridge of his nose, and let out a shaky break before sniffing quickly and walking away.

Walking into your room you let out a long sigh as you walked over to your bed. Climbing onto the bed you curled up into a ball and hoped your exhaustion took over. 

It didn’t.

You tossed and turned for what felt like hours, all you wanted to do was sleep yet it completely eluded you. You just couldn’t settle, you felt restless, a nervous energy building in you until you couldn’t stay still any longer, jumping up from the bed to begin pacing. 

It was on your fifth turn that your eyes settled on one of the wardrobes, specifically the one you didn’t use. Compelled by an unknown force you strode over to it, opening the doors to find some of Ransom's clothes. Without thinking you reached out, your hand running over one of the soft cashmere sweaters. Your skin tingled as you felt it, the sudden urge for more overcoming you, so you grabbed it from its hanger and pulled it on. 

Walking back towards your bed you pulled the collar of the sweater to your nose, breathing in the scent of Ransom. It was faint but it was unmistakably him. Shrouded In the warmth of his sweater the feeling of restlessness left you, and when you lay back down you finally fell asleep.

You woke a couple of hours later to the feeling of the mattress sinking down beside you and a hand gently running over your hair. You blinked a couple of times as your vision cleared, finding Ransom sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Hey, I thought you might be hungry,” Ransom says gently as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

Your stomach rumbled at the sound of food making Ransom chuckle “it appears I thought correctly, how are you feeling?” 

“Good, uh yeah much better thank you” you sat sitting up to lean against the headboard.

“Good, I am really sorry about my family, I probably should have introduced you one by one instead of in all one go” Ransom sighs shaking his head.

“No it’s okay, and look screw them we don’t really need them, and we always have my parents,” you say before suddenly realising you hadn’t heard from them at all “I mean maybe, I’m surprised they haven’t visited already unless I don’t speak to them or they’re not around anymore”

Ransom looks at you sadly before looking down “I’m sorry” he mutters.

“Oh… how? Um when?” You ask your voice weak. 

“Your mom died a few years back, cancer, your dad didn’t cope well, turned to drink and drugs ended up overdosing and didn’t make it” Ransom sighs reaching out to take your hand “it's why you were so adamant to meet my family”

“Oh, I see…” you mutter, sniffling back your tears as grief settled over you.

“I’m so sorry” Ransom whispered “I thought that because you hadn’t mentioned it that maybe deep down you already knew” 

You let out a deep breath nodding your head “maybe I did, I dunno” you sigh.

“But look we have Harlan in our corner and that’s all that matters, screw the rest,” He tells you, squeezing your hand.

“Yeah… yeah you’re right” You sigh nodding your head before frowning slightly when you remembered what Walt had said “um Ransom? Are you sure your family didn’t already know about me?”

Ransom frowns shaking his head “no of course not, why’d you ask?” 

“I dunno it's just what Walt said about that Amnesia book, he had a weird look in his eyes as if he knew more than he was letting on” you admit shrugging your shoulders.

“He was just trying to get a rise out of you, make you feel uncomfortable like the ass he is,” Ransom says putting his hand on your knee.

“You could say that again” you scoff shaking your head.

Ransom gives you a lopsided smile before standing up from the bed “c’mon, let's go eat” he says offering you his hand.

You smile slipping your hand into his and letting him help you up. He smiles back at you warmly and you feel your heart skip a beat at the sight. It was like your heart had finally caught up, acting without the need for memories.

“Wait” you speak up getting Ransom to fully face you.

“Everything okay?” He asked ss you dropped his hand and took a step forward.

“Yeah, I just-“ you mutter as you reach up to cup his cheek.

He blinks in surprise as you reach up and hesitantly press your lips to his “are you sure?” He whispered.

“Yes,” you whisper, barely audible.

A grin grows on Ransom's face as he pulled you closer and finally kisses you back. You felt every emotion he had been holding back translating through the kiss and suddenly taking things slowly didn’t make any sense. You knew Ransom, you trusted him, and while you couldn’t say you loved him right here at this moment you knew that you loved him before the accident and that was enough.

“Where’s the ring?” You ask once he pulled away.

“What? Really? Are you sure?” He muttered in disbelief.

“Yeah… yeah I am, I trust you, Ransom, holding back isn’t helping us, I’m not saying we can pick up where we left off but we can unpause,” you tell him, hands resting on his chest.

“Unpause” Ransom repeats with a smile “I like that”

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Every Time You Lie - Ch 7 || Lloyd Hansen

Character: dark!Lloyd Hansen x female!reader, dark!Husband Lloyd Hansen x Wife!reader.

Synopsis: Any woman is jealous of you, especially with the status of being the wife of Lloyd Hansen—the CEO of the biggest pharmacy company in the country. From the outside, everyone sees you as a perfect family, a successful husband, two kids, and living in a big house. 

But the truth is different. You are trapped in this marriage because of the mistake you made. You are willing to give everything you have to get your freedom. Free from him. Free from your vicious mother-in-law. Free from your snobby son.

Both of them shouldn’t be together.

Warning: Betrayal, suicidal thought, harsh language, tragedy. Minors do not read. 18+

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In that moment of revelation, you found yourself frozen, your hands instinctively reaching for Ransom's face as if the touch could erase the weight of his words. 

Once filled with a mischievous spark, his eyes now held a haunted depth that mirrored your heart's turmoil.

"Tell me what happened," you pleaded, the words escaping your lips almost in a whisper, a fragile plea for the truth you feared.

The weight of Ransom's words hung in the air, sinking into your consciousness like a heavy anchor. "Because of drugs," he confessed, and the reality of the situation crashed over you like a tidal wave.

In the recesses of your memories, you recalled when Ransom's choice of friends had raised concerns. You, along with Linda and Harlan, had implored him to distance himself from the dangerous circle, a plea that fell on deaf ears. Ransom had always reassured everyone that he wasn't addicted, that he could handle it.

But the past had a way of resurfacing, revealing the cracks in the carefully crafted facade.

Ransom continued, his gaze fixed on a distant point, "One day, after our argument, the police stopped my car. They found drugs in it." 

His voice quivered, a mixture of regret and bitterness coloring the words. "I hired a lawyer, fought the charges, but I still lost. And I knew it was because of your husband."

The revelation struck you like a lightning bolt. The intricate web of events, woven by choices and consequences, tightened its grip around you. 

The realization that Lloyd may have played a role in Ransom's downfall stunned you, a mosaic of emotions playing across your features.

Ransom's eyes bore into yours, “Do you remember?”

"I don't. What happened after that?" you questioned, your voice edging with curiosity and apprehension.

"To be free from jail, my lawyer suggested I go into rehabilitation," Ransom admitted, the bitterness of the past still lingering in his words. "And then my old man, infuriated by the scandal plastered all over the media, decided to ship me off to Europe."

He recounted the harsh reality of his journey—an odyssey of rehabilitation that felt no different from a prison sentence. The inability to return for a year compounded his sense of confinement. 

Yet, amidst the struggles, he found a silver lining—a connection that proved to be surprisingly valuable.

You listened to his story; for you, the time passed quickly, but for him, it had been years. The fear of losing a memory loomed, casting a shadow over the revelation.

Seizing the moment, you asked Ransom, "Do you know the truth about my dad, his company, and my siblings?”

Ransom's nod carried a sense of solemnity, "But, it's for me to tell you."

He turned around, and you instinctively followed his lead. As you both faced the room, a palpable tension hung in the air. 

Your breath caught when a surprise guest entered—the last person you expected. It was your brother, Theo.

******

At Crystal Pharmaceutical L.A Branch 

Lloyd sat restlessly in the dimly lit boardroom, surrounded by his legal team. Tension hung thick in the air as they delved into the intricate details of the pharmacy company's myriad issues.

Lloyd's face contorted with a mix of frustration and disbelief. He clenched his jaw as the weight of the accusations sank in. "Opium and human experiments?" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the tense meeting room.

The lawyers exchanged nervous glances, realizing the gravity of the situation. "Sir, the media is running wild with these claims. We need a strategic approach to address these allegations and mitigate the damage to the company's reputation," one of them stammered.

Lloyd leaned back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair. The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the distant hum of city traffic. "Find out who's behind this. 

I want names, connections, and every detail about that so-called whistleblower," he commanded, his eyes piercing through the legal team.

As the meeting continued, Lloyd's mind raced, contemplating the potential fallout from these damning revelations. 

He knew that salvaging the company's image would require more than just legal maneuvering; it would demand a meticulous investigation to unveil the truth and clear the company's tarnished name.

The stakes were high, and Lloyd couldn't afford to let the allegations spiral out of control. The challenge ahead seemed daunting, and the fate of the company hung in the balance.

Lloyd leaned forward, his eyes locking onto the intensity in the room. "If one of you works well, I will reward that person with $2 million," he declared, the gravity of his words punctuating the already charged atmosphere. 

A collective gasp filled the room as the legal team absorbed the staggering number.

"Now do your work, before I change my mind," Lloyd asserted with a firm resolve, his voice cutting through the stillness. 

The weight of his announcement settled over the team, prompting a flurry of activity as they refocused on their tasks, driven by the prospect of both professional success and a substantial financial reward. All of them ran to leave the meeting room. 

Alone in the now-empty meeting room, Lloyd's expression hardened. He swiftly reached for his phone and dialed a number, his voice low and decisive. "Burn everything," he commanded. 

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dreamy undoing.

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event | april '23 ddlg-themed blurb night

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

pairing | daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader

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

word count | 1,517

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[brandycranby]

screaming crying begging for ransom + holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition 🥺💛

In Perfect Colour

a/n: hi nika 🥺💕 hehe totally a coincidence i answered this today 🤧 this took me a while but i love this combo

“Come on, we don’t have all day.” That’s what Ransom says but when you turn at his tugging, he has a small smile and endless fondness in his eyes.

Against the red velvet walls of the Baroque Gallery, he is a marblesque figure, a single dark lock of hair rakishly crossing his forehead; one that you pulled from its gelled confines before you left the hotel this morning. 

“Aww, but I’m admiring the art,” grinning, you hold up both hands, extended fingers as your mock picture frame, “Are you a classical masterwork-” “Stop, do not finish that-” “-cause I’d like to pin you against the wall.”

He grabs you by the waist, tugging you closer, looking furtively over his shoulder for any bystanders or stragglers from your tour group as you laugh and laugh, hidden in his long coat. 

His “shut up” is faint enough and breathy enough that you forgive him instantly and tilt your head, his thumb on your chin guiding you up to meet his lips. 

Your guide’s face is a neat puce when you two finally rejoin the group, hand-in-hand and looking a little worse for wear. His vigorous accented rant about respecting “le Musée” is overshadowed by the tittering of old ladies eyeing Ransom’s red-stained cheeks and the pulse of your heart still throbbing.

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heheheheheheheheh 😏💕 i enjoy making fictional guys flustered 🫶🏻 they'll have a lovely rest of their day, eating all the good food and kissing in their hotel room

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Brat Taming: Part 13

A/N: Smut is prevalent in the chapter, with overstimulation, vibrators, teasing and edging, domination/submission and punishments. Please don’t read it if it makes you uncomfortable

Ari had certain expectations when it came to making his office run seamlessly, as he should have, and there was an incredible amount of tenacity to his patience. He was not a man who could easily be angered by desperate attempts to get him to react unless there was a direct threat to the people he loved and wanted to protect.

It was one of his traits as an alpha that separated him from what seemed like the other 50% of alphas who seemed to make up the designation.

It seemed as if at least half of their designation had the same distinctive abilities to be good alphas without having to rely on traits that could have been deemed toxic. Ari and Steve, even Ransom if he had tried to put in more effort to not be such an arrogant prick to other people, were all good alphas at the root of themselves.

Both of the older alphas had deeply embedded protective tendencies, an ability to understand and compassionately grasp the workings of an omega’s hindbrain without reducing them to their basest selves.

Ransom was cocky, he was an arrogant and rich alpha who could have had anything or anyone handed to him on a silver platter. He was born with a silver spoon shoved up his ass and that had damaged his ability to deny the toxic traits that made omegas want to settle down with the alpha.

However like Ari & Steve believed, Ransom only had to meet the right omegas who wouldn’t immediately cater and submit to his whims, but rather they would try to push him to his limits and make him back down. It was what made you and Jake everything those alphas needed.

It was your fire and your ability and nature to be bratty that drove every one of your alphas crazy with need. Your tendency as omegas to feel comfortable enough to push back against the alphas was both embraced and revelled in.

They enjoyed their omegas brattiness, the back and forth that aided the bonds that were being built was a necessity to have an unbreakable relationship.

However patient Ari was, and however indifferent he could have been, he had found your punishment just as invigorating and addictive as your attitude was.

He was just waiting for it, just waiting for the opportunity to punish you as a good alpha would have. The alphas knew, all of them had been aware, that you and Jake were dealing with the sensations of being marked and mated.

They had been well aware that you both were settling in your bratty moods and with a common agreement between you, albeit made through your natural bond as best friends and lovers and had kickstarted the punishments that were befitting for both of you.

With you at work in the office making comments under your breath about Ari and his first assistant degrading the choice to have someone who was so aggravating without trying, had incited his decision to punish you.

Normally this patient alpha would have let you mumble every comment under the sun about his first assistant who he knew could be difficult to deal with, however today Ari couldn’t let it slide.

Whether it was his unwillingness to go through a teleconference knowing you were outside of his office wearing a skirt that was far too easy to slide up your thighs and a piece of cloth obscuring your sweet little cunt from his view, or whether it was his vivacious lust and hunger, it had all ended at the same conclusion.

Ari had stepped out of his office, pausing to listen to you muttering your annoyance at both your boss and the woman you claimed was the wicked bitch of the West.

He had watched you while leaning against the frame of his door, his arms crossed over his chest and his chin tucked as his eyes had become engrossed with thick seams of desire. It was reflective of his need for you, his dire hunger that aided him to make a demand that caused hair at the nape of your neck to stand and your eyes to grow wide.

“Y/N, my office. Now.” The command was sent from his mouth, and you were immediately aware of how rooted he was in his alpha hindbrain.

He had seen your lips part with a potential argument, a rebuttal that he wished you would’ve let fall from your lips. He wished you would have fired back with some kind of aggravated response to Ari’s demand, earning another punishment that you didn’t know was coming.

It could’ve been a demand that could have been negated, or at least an attempt could have been made, however, Ari was pleased to see you standing immediately to follow him toward his office.

“Is there anything you need of me, Mr. Levinson?” His first assistant had already started to rise to her feet, overeager to please him in any manner despite already being in a steady and comfortable relationship with her alpha.

It was after Ari had settled a hand on your back to lead you into his office, to the punishment waiting for you, that he had looked over his shoulder with a controlled half-smirk on his face.

His first assistant was not guarded with her disdain for you and your role in the office, especially since you had been sleeping with the boss and getting away with it. However, Ari was just as displeased about her attitude toward you and had already been making plans to have another reasonable offer sent her way for a new job.

“Go home, you have the rest of the afternoon off.” Ari had closed the door without allowing another potential argument and just as quickly locked the door behind him.

He stood and faced you, silence between the two of you was not stale or stagnant, it was fuelled by desire and mild confusion, knowledge of what was to come and expectations of pleasure and pain.

“I have a meeting, Y/N.” Ari’s long stride had taken him past you and around the side of the desk, his leather chair angled to the left of his computer.

“If you needed me to take notes-“

“Did I ask you to take notes?” Ari spoke over you with a bite, the force behind his words making you shudder and whimper simultaneously. “You’re going to keep me occupied.”

Ari placed a hand upon the back of the chair, steadying it as he sat down upon the cushioned bottom and then he spread his legs. His cock was strained and throbbing beneath the seams of his slacks and with a single wave of his hand, you had started to walk toward him with your hands by your sides and your eyes still unnerved.

When you were within reach, Ari grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward him and his hard-on, your palm jutted toward the bulbous head. Ari’s voice was laced heavily with need, your name falling from his lips as he made you squeeze his erection.

The intent was known and the command had been all too easily absorbed as you recoiled and lifted your skirt, your hands holding the material in order for him to hook his fingers in the band of your panties to yank them down your thighs.

“This is a punishment,” Ari addressed you with a firm tone yet no less loving than before, “you wanna be a brat? You get punished.”

He enjoyed your verbal exhilaration when he smacked your ass, his palm cracking against your flesh before his fingers dug into you. He had pulled you back toward him, keeping a hand on your ass and the other busied with freeing his thick and throbbing cock.

“You’re going to keep my cock warm while I take this teleconference. If your try and get off my cock before the meeting is finished, you’ll be under the desk sucking me off. If you cum before I say you can, you won’t cum for a week.” Ari’s hands settled on your hips and he arranged you between his legs, giving you no room to protest as he lowered you to his cock, your puffy pussy lips already wet.

The head of his cock had started to part your labia, the seeping precum mixing with your desire, and his name all too easily fell from your lips when he made you take all of him into your tight cunt. When he had settled you in your place, Ari leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the nape of your neck, almost entirely too soft and contradictory to his demanding dominance.

“You have your warning, brat.” Ari’s lips parted and he nipped your flesh as a warning. “I would love any reasons to punish you further, let’s see if you earn the right to cum or if you’ll end up with a week of denial.”

It was hard to breathe without shuddering, hard to contend with the twitch of Ari’s thick bulbous head as it plunged into your cunt.

It was hard to function and focus on taking notes while Ari was on a teleconference since you were being stretched and filled to the brim, wholly and entirely stuffed. He was ruthless, smacking your puffy and hard clit when you faltered, all entirely fuelled by his irritation with your attitude.

“Maybe next time you’ll think about being such a brat. I’m your alpha sweetheart but I’m also your boss.”

“Are you focusing?” You shuddered and whimpered, his voice husky and hoarse in your ear while his fingers deftly plucked at your hard little nub. “I almost feel sorry for you…but I know you like it.”

“J-Jake-” your voice shook, indelibly able to detect his state of being like a dull fog at the back of your mind.

“Yes, Jake is learning a hard lesson too.” Ari purred huskily in your ear and then taunt you further, starting to tap his fingers against your hard clit with every illicit breath you’d taken.

“We’re planning on taking full advantage of our private dining room, puppy. And you are going to take your punishment with pride.”

Wine, he thought as he swallowed what was given to him, wine should’ve made him feel better and yet it was another delectable sensation intent on ruining him. A good wine that Ransom assured would be palatable with the edging Jake deserved, and he was right.

He had been overstimulated already, entirely too full and stretched with a vibrator in his tight asshole and a ring pulsing at the base of his cock, Jake was being dragged through countless rounds of edging that had only been part of his punishment.

The argument that started it all had come from Jake and focused more on Steve than Ransom. It was a few remarks about Steve’s sexuality and the urge to just jump from the edge of the cliff. Jake had pressed Steve to be bolder with himself, given that there wasn’t anything to fear about being open with how and who he loved.

And though the comments had meant to encourage Steve, it had taken a turn when Steve had embraced Jake’s open brattiness and reassured him that being bold was nothing new to Jake.

“Full, puppy?” Jake’s shiver was inductive of his tension, his cock begging for release that wasn’t granted to him by Steve or Ransom. “I think you’re enjoying yourself.”

It was pleasured and painful torture that left no bruises or marks. It was the sensation of the dildo in his ass vibrating when Steve turned it on and the fallout after it was turned off to give him a chance to calm down. Between the remote in Steve’s control, the remote in Ransom’s control and what he could detect from you, Jake was truly going to lose his mind.

“He can handle it, he’s a big boy.” Steve was almost erotically sadistic when he leaned toward Jake to cup his cheek and turn his head. “You can handle it, right Jake?”

His lips met Steve’s and he tried to chase the feeling, only to fall short and whine in desperation when Steve pulled away.

The super soldier had let go of Jake’s chin and patted his cheek twice, and then he leaned back against his chair and raised a hand to signal the waiter. With striking confidence that made Jake believes he had been playing the entire time, Steve had brazenly raised the remote in his other hand and pressed the button twice.

The shock of the faux cock in his ass had earned another husky groan that fell too easily from Jake’s lips, and the sudden jerk of his hips to seek some kind of pleasurable release from the toys that he was being teased with.

“If you cum, you’re going to pay for it.” Ransom’s warning was whispered as a seductive command in his ear, the deterrent coming with another level of erotic intimacy as the alpha command had settled in his hindbrain.

Thick fingers slipped beneath the table, a hand sliding up a covered thigh while he was truly and well on his way to losing his mind. Trapped under electrifying gazes that burned through him, it wasn’t just one but two that had given him no reprieve from the building tension and cathartic need to reach his end. This was a punishment for his decision to push both of them to their limits, though it wasn’t conventional in any sense.

When Jake had been under the impression that he was going to be punished, he’d thought it would involve Shibari or some restraints to keep him still. He’d never anticipated his ass being stuffed full of a vibrating cock while his shaft and balls were being stimulated by the same torturous quivers.

It was clear that Jake and yourself were being manhandled by your alphas to be punished, he could feel your pleasured pain through the bonds that you and Jake had formed from childhood, and he knew that he wasn’t alone.

“You’ve barely touched your food.” Teasing words that rolled off a silver tongue paired with fingers that slipped further up his thigh before ultimately squeezing the thick throbbing hard-on trapped beneath Italian slacks. “You should eat something.”

“Something wrong, pup?” Steve crooned, raising his fork to his lips to enjoy the seared steak he had been craving. “Not hungry?”

“Ohhh fuck…” Jake’s head lolled back, his eyes screwing closed as vibrations coursed in his ass, the vibrator used to drive him toward a slow orgasm was maddening. “P-please-!”

“I think we need dessert,” Ransom leaned in close to Jake, his tongue lapping at sweat-laden flesh while his hand closed around Jake’s clothed cock. “You’re going to have to wait longer to cum, brat.”

“I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” Jake hissed, his eyes straining to open and his teeth gritting as he cursed with the tension that was rattling him. “Please, fuck-!”

He jerked his hips and dug his nails into the tablecloth with almost enough tension to tear the fabric clean. Jake had ground his teeth with every pulse that rocked his nervous system and drove his mind closer to temporary insanity.

There was no denying their domineering status as alphas, and Jake would later swear on his life that he loved being their little subby omega but at the moment he was fighting for his life.

“If you want to cum,” Ransom let go of his trapped erection and deftly unzipped Jake’s fly, his hand slipping in the opening to grasp his cock under the table, “you have to beg for it.”

The sound that fell from Jake’s lips was garbled and twisted, it wasn’t coherent in any manner but yet it still made his alphas starkly proud of the omega who had resisted until this moment.

He hadn’t been mentally aware of what he was saying, he was letting his tongue work on its own and had only recognized the permission that was given to him after Ransom had dug his teeth back into the mark on Jake’s neck.

The vibrations hadn’t ceased even as Jake had been granted the ability to chase his orgasm. His hips rocked as he threw himself back into the chair, his head lolling as their names rolled off his tongue as an erotic sonnet. It was blinding and white hot pleasure that shot through every nerve ending in his body, Jake’s mind contorted and twisted by desire and release while Ransom’s hand pumped Jake’s shaft.

And even as he started to come down from that high, pleasure was still falling upon him when he felt Ransom’s lips against Jake’s cock to clean his shaft and bulbous head.

“Thank you,” Jake’s chest was heaving with every strained breath, his body wracked with leftover trace amounts of electrifying pleasure, “that was incredible.”

His chin was grasped again, his face turned toward Steve and relief had soon been replaced by anticipation when the super soldier claimed Jake’s mouth as his.

“You’re not done yet.”

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