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abbatoirablaze · 8 months

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Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 19

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Warnings: smut/unprotected sex, manipulation, angst.

Ransom’s eyes fluttered shut as he buried himself to he hilt in his ex-wife’s core, “Jess…oh, god…Jess…fuck…feels like home, baby…so fucking good!”

Her nails dug into his perfectly toned biceps and her back arched, pressing her chest against his. The couple felt breathless in one another’s arms. Ransom groaned against his partner’s ear, “I love you baby!”

“Hugh…”

“God, it sounds so sexy when you moan my name…do it again,” he whimpered, “baby…do it again…please!”

“Right there!” she begged as he bucked his hips heavily. She moaned loudly once more as he repeated his actions, “HUGH!”

“Say my name again,” he begged, thrusting into her once more, “say it again, baby!”

“Hugh!” she moaned a little bit louder, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts, “HUGH!”

“God, baby…I’m gonna cum…”

“You know where to cum,” she growled, nipping along his neck. She made her way up to his ear, nibbling on his lobe and his hips stuttered, “it’s all yours, Hugh…”

“JESS!”

“Cum in me, daddy!”

Ransom’s pace picked up, and soon he was thrusting so hard into her, the headboard was slamming into the wall.

“Gonna cum in you,” he promised as he started the journey of his high, “gonna fill that pretty little pussy up with every bit of me…just like she deserves.”

“Cum for me, Hugh!”

He roared as he came, slamming his hips with stuttered thrusts before finally coming to a quick stop. His breathing was heavy as he propped himself up above her on his elbows, his cock keeping her plugged up.

“I love you, Jess.”

“I love you!” she whimpered in response, pulling him into a searing kiss.

Ransom gasped, shocked at her response to it all, and she took the opportunity to slide her tongue into his mouth. He moaned, reacting with his own tongue as his hips slowly worked into a new, tantalizing rhythm.

“I missed you so much, Jess…”

“I missed you too, Hugh…”

“Don’t le-“

But their moment was quickly interrupted by a door harshly opening.

Ransom snapped to attention, pulling out of Jess, before falling to the floor. In his haste, he’d managed to pull the covers off as well, leaving Jess naked before her ex-mother in law.

Linda looked unamused as she placed her attention on the dresser just to the right of the door. She adjusted the picture that had fallen over, “I thought the two of you would like to know that Lily invited your first wife here…she…is downstairs…with the rest of the family.”

Ransom paled, “Wh-what?”

“Do me a favor, Ransom,” Linda sniffed, still showing no acknowledgment to their current predicament, “take your clothing and get dressed in the next room…I have to talk to Jessica…”

“Eat shit, Linda!” Ransom growled.

Linda’s eyes met his as he stood, grabbing his clothes in the process. Jess attempted to cover up with the sheets, but when she realized it was still attached to the bed, she settled on covering her frame with a few pillows.

“Ransom…get out…”

“Now hold on here,” he spat, glaring at his mother, “I don’t know what the fuck you think-“

“Hugh…get out…”

Ransom froze, his attention turning towards Jess, “baby?”

“I-I want to see what she wants!” Jess said curiously as she looked at him, “you’re not planning on killing me, are you?”

“If I wanted you gone, I wouldn’t do it where the family is downstairs,” she scoffed, “you would have been gone long ago, Jessica.”

Ransom’s focus turned back to his mother momentarily, before he looked to the door, “I-I’ll be right next door…in the next room.”

“You’ll go downstairs after you finish getting dressed!” Linda said impatiently as she opened the door once more. Ransom didn’t have a chance to respond before Linda had shut the door again, this time locking it. Jess felt the anxiety rising in the pit of her stomach.

“Wh-what is it that you want, Linda?”

“To talk…officially,” she said simply. Linda turned her attention towards the rest of the room, running her fingers along the surfaces, as though she was checking them for dust, “you know that I never thought much of you…right? Never agreed with my son’s choice in marrying you…I mean you seduced him, and as a minor…bore two of his children…”

“You know…if anyone ever told you that you’re great with empathy, you need to call bullshit on them,” she said uncomfortably, fidgeting in her spot, “did you want to talk to me just to point out the fact that Ransom and I didn’t work out…I know that we weren’t exactly quiet-”

“Ransom’s never ‘worked out’ with anyone,” she shrugged, cutting her former daughter-in-law off while finally taking a seat on the edge of the bed, “he never connects with anyone…or at least, not until you…”

Jess’ brow furrowed, “okay…cut to the chase, Linda, because you’re losing me.”

Linda lifted her chin, turning her attention towards the younger woman as her hands went across her lap, “I’ve seen my son transform into a nearly new person…and it was all because of you. And Evan. And Rose. You and your children made him a different man…a better man…I hadn’t seen that version of Hugh since before he was a teenager…”

“Linda-“

“Hugh and I were close once,” she admitted solemnly, cutting her off once more, “back when he was a child…it was like he worshipped the ground I walked on. I’m sure he never told you about how close we once were. He always likes to act as though we were in different universes. But we weren’t. When he was a child, he was my everything…Richard had never wanted children…and before him, I never thought I did either. Hugh was the best accident that ever happened to me.”

“I-“

“He’s nothing like Richard,” she repeated, finally glancing back at her former daughter in law, “he may like to act like he is…tough and emotionless. Calculating and callous…but deep down, my sweet boy was still there all along. I’d just written him off because he and I drifted apart…because he presented to much like my good for nothing husband. But Hugh is a good man…he-he was truly broken up when you two split up….I know that he never stopped loving you.”

“Hugh cheated on me Linda…”

“Lily drugged him…she admitted it to me the other day when she was asking for my help in getting custody of her daughter,” Linda sighed, finally admitting the truth out loud, “she’s been staying with me since her and that new boyfriend split…and she told me that she had to ‘cut out the cancer,’ from our family…said that she’s been working on it for years. First you…then Curtis-her now ex-husband.”

“I-I remember Curtis…he was one of our teachers…”

“My point is that once she told me, it made me see everything clearly….the reasons for Hugh being the way he was…how he continued to be upset even after it all ended…none of it was his choice,” she replied, “Lily drugged her father…and coaxed her mother into sleeping with him again, in hopes that it’d break the two of you up, and get them back together…”

“W-why are you telling me this?” she asked, “you hate me, Linda…”

“What I hate is people I cannot trust,” she said with a shake of her head, “liars who use my family for their own personal gain. As a parent, we must do what is best for our children…and you’ve always tried to do best by yours. As a mother, I can see that. I appreciate that. I know how you raised Evan on your own for the first few years…With Lily it was spare the rod and spoil the child. Hugh loves her in his own ways…but she’s only ever wanted to use him. Even after you gave birth to my grandson, you kept your high road. I see my son in Evan every time he’s around. I see him when he was a sweet-natured child. You’re smart in not letting him see any of my siblings, or using our family’s wealth.”

“But Harlan-“

“My father was making sure that you were okay…he sees the good in people often before others do…and I see now that he was right in doing so…” she admitted, “I may have misjudged you once, Jessica…but I will not do the same again. Nor will I let my son slip back to the person that he was before he met you. I’ve decided that it’s time I stopped standing idly by, waiting for you lot to sort yourselves out. I’ve done my part to ensure that my great-granddaughter is taken care of, and now it’s your turn, sweetheart.”

Linda got up and smoothed out the designer skirt she wore.

“Wh-why now though?”

Linda gave her another smile, “because…you make my son the best that he can be. I already told you that. There is no more ulterior motives here. So, get your clothes back on and come down to the family party…because if anyone belongs here, it’s you.”

“C-can you maybe have some towels sent up?” she asked nervously. She bit her lip and looked back to the fact that she was using pillows to hold some sense of modesty to herself.

Linda scoffed, “No. What you’re going to do is throw on your clothes and do as I said. You’re going to come down those stairs, and show off the fact that my son, despite the desperate attempts of his daughter and first ex-wife, only wants you. And you’re going to put that self-righteous little cunt in her place and kick her out of my father’s home…because like I said, darling. She’s not part of the family. You are. And that is what a Thrombey woman does, despite having to carry my sorry ass husband’s name. You and my Hugh are Thrombey’s at heart. Just like myself. Show it!”

Jess watched the confident, self-assured woman as her heels clicked against the hardwood. She reached for the door, but stopped and turned when she heard Jess calling for her.

“Hey Linda?”

“Yes darling…”

“I never thought I’d be saying this…but thank you…Linda…”

Linda gave her a soft smile, the tiniest smug look glinting through, “how many times have I told you these past few minutes…you’re family…call me mom. And who knows…maybe if you start doing it, my son will get back to a point where he does the same.”

“T-thank you, mom…”

Linda’s smile returned as she turned once more, reaching for the door, “and when you’re done kicking that whore out of my father’s house…you better have my son proposing to you before the end of the year…like I said…he’s a better man when he’s with you.”

“Yes ma’am…”

“Oh…and if this happens to be the third child you just cooked up with my son at the family estate…I expect the child to be named after me…the world needs more Linda Drysdales…”

“The world most certainly does…” she chuckled to herself as Linda left the room.

Chapter 20

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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 2 years

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a peice I'm working on about #ransom I wanted to post some of it because I'm proud of me it's so sweet and it's just some sweet soft Ransom. And who doesnt need that big cuddy teddybear of a sweet man like him hahaha

Backround reader has a memory issue.

"I promise I won't act like an asshole again. At least not until we can figure this out."

I couldn't help but laugh at him.

"There's that smile I love. You know that's why I had come over to you. That smile-I just couldn't resist it. Then when you smiled because of me. God help me I couldn't say no to you. Anything you wanted." I blushed at his words.

"I guess it was a good thing I wanted you hu?"

"Well it took a bit of convincing?"

"Continue." He got me curious

"I filled your office with flowers and sent you a gift every day until you told me to stop. You said you didnt want gifts. It was sweet getting gifts every day but that isn't something you wanted from me. No female has ever said that to me before. You said you just wanted me and to know me. Then you said you wanted my heart. My love. but I told you you had it when I first saw you smile."

He kissed me.

"Sounds sweet."

"It was very romantic. Why do you think you were in modern bride?"

He made me laugh and smile again.

"Well figure this out"

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brandycranby · 1 year

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sometimes gift giving is my least favorite love language but then i remember how tender it is to come home and find that your favorite snack has been restocked or there's a new plushie waiting for you

anyways, ransom being ransom and wanting to say i love you but buying the trinket you've been wanting and handing it to you without a word instead 😒🤲🏻💕 noticing you're running low on lipstick and buying you a dummy fancy YSL one bc he wants u to have the best, getting you another blanket and letting you turn his bed into a nest bc you get cold easy 🤧

#IM IN A RANSOM PIT #AAAA #soft ransom #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale headcanon

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eva-knits12 · 8 months

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Pizza with Ransom Drysdale

Trigger warning: pizza, mentions of a chronic illness, the Detroit Lions, fluff

Summary: You and Ransom order a pizza.

You and Ransom are engaged and living together in this one. You two also start looking at wedding venues and start planning.

It's Sunday, and the Pats are playing on TV. The Lions are playing against the Pats. Ransom wants to watch the game, which is fine for you, because you can go into your craft room and work on your latest knitting project while listening to a podcast.

Ransom had never had the pleasure of ordering a pizza for delivery. Between his parents fighting, his dad cheating, and Linda being distant, all Ransom knew was the lavish dinners that were often prepared for him by the help.

"So, you've never ordered a pizza from the local pizza place?", you say, almost shocked.

Friday nights growing up were reserved for pizza and renting movies, and watching as a family. You often watched comedies and kid-friendly stuff, and then would play Scrabble, Sorry, Monopoly, Uno, or even Pictionary. Sundays were often reserved for TV Dinners because everyone did their own thing on that day. Your brother often had a soccer game, and you often volunteered at the local nursing home.

"No, I never had ordered a pizza. Do they have the pizza margarita that Nordstrom's has?" asks Ransom, curious about this culinary revolution.

"Oh, you're missing out. I'll order from the local place, and you'll see how good it is. I also know that you will often make it from scratch. I know you've had frozen pizza. But ordering a pizza is a whole different experience," you say.

You are having a bad day, and you need your walker today. Ransom and you were talking and snuggling in bed while you both sipped your first cups of coffee. You Google the local pizza places, and decide on a local Pizza Hut, which is now featuring a Detroit Style pizza.

"Ransom, I'm going to go take a nice, hot shower," you say, wincing.

"Oh, sweetheart, you're in pain today. You're having a bad day, rest. Let me help you," says Ransom, who places your walker in front of you, and sits next to you. He helps you up, and stands behind you, as the feeling of fainting and falling over is high right now.

(If you've never had this culinary masterpiece, you're missing out. It's really good, and fills you up. It's also piping hot. If you do it right, the toppings are on the bottom, and the sauce is on top. The one pictured is the Jet's style, which is a local pizza chain. Does it sound strange that way? Not to me!)

Ransom stands behind you, grabbing onto your hips and helps you to the bathroom and closes the door once you're safely inside. You relieve yourself, wash your hands, and then open the door. Ransom has gathered you your clothes for the day, which today is sweats and your favorite sweatshirt. Ransom is wearing his sweats and his favorite comfy sweater, the cable knit one with tons of holes in it.

Ransom is already showered, and his cologne smells nice and comforting. You stand in the shower, and let the hot water cascade over you. You wash your hair, and then get ready to shave your legs. You open the bathroom door, and ask for Ransom.

"Ransom, can you help me shave my legs?", you ask.

Ransom is more than happy to help you with this task. Ever since your MS progressed, it has made doing some daily tasks difficult. Luckily, Ransom is there to help you out.

"Just think, we never even thought about looking at venues," says Ransom.

"I know. Look, we're taking things one day at a time right now," you say. "I know we should start planning, so maybe we can look at venues on-line today before the game starts," you say.

"Okay, but rest. You're going to need your energy for PT tomorrow," says Ransom.

Ransom pulls out his journal, and writes down something in it. He puts down "Help Louise with the wedding planning." So, Ransom makes breakfast for the both of you. Ransom's made you both blueberry pancakes and sausage for breakfast. Ransom picks you up and carries you to the kitchen.

You and Ransom just talk during breakfast, and you both have your second cup of coffee. Olga clears the table, and Ransom carries you back to the living room, bridal style. He places you on the couch, covers your lap with a blanket, and hands you your book. After a while, you fall asleep again, while Ransom reads his issue of Time.

Ransom glances over, and sees that you've fallen asleep. He lies next to you and places your head on his chest. He lovingly kisses you on the forehead, and just watches you sleep, and he falls asleep next to you.

After a few hours, you and Ransom both wake up, with your stomachs growling. Olga has made tomato soup and grilled cheese for the both of you, and you and Ransom eat every bite and talk.

You talk about what you want for the wedding, and you haven't even discussed how many guests. You were going to look at venues first, then make a decision. Your goal now was to walk down the aisle without the aid of a mobility device.

Ransom and you both Google local venues, and still haven't found the right one.

"Maybe if we go see them in person, rather than see them on Google, we'll get an idea of what they look like in person," says Ransom.

"That's a good idea, honey, then we can get an idea of how many guests we want at the wedding. I know we haven't set a date yet, but it's good that we're taking things one day at a time," you say.

Having MS often made your days difficult. Today was a bad day, and doing daily tasks was difficult. Ransom smiles at you lovingly, feeling like he had hit the jackpot and won a gold medal. He vowed to be there for you when he first started dating you, two months into your relationship. He didn't want you going through your bad days alone, and he held that word very seriously. He loved you with his whole heart, and in his eyes, you are perfect to him. He looks at you and doesn't see someone with an illness. He looks at you and just sees a person, period.

You call the local Pizza Hut and order the Detroit Style pizza. The game would be starting in a while, and Ransom hands you your book while you both wait for the pizza to arrive.

Ransom has turned on the TV, and watches the pre-game. He looks over at you and smiles.

"I love you. You are so perfect, MS and all," says Ransom. He tells you this every day, and he means every word of it.

The pizza arrives, and Ransom pays for it. It smells wonderful, and looks good.

Olga has left for the day, and you pull down two plates. You place a slice on Ransom's place and a slice on your plate. You and Ransom eat and watch the pre-game.

You and Ransom are done eating, and have some chocolate chip cookies that he baked yesterday for dessert.

You both wash your hands, and Ransom carries you bridal style to your craft room, and he places your knitting bag next to you. You pick it up, and cast on for some basic vanilla socks that you want to knit.

You put on a podcast, and work on the socks for a little bit. Ransom comes to check on you during the commercial break, and he sees that you're starting to yawn. He goes into your shared bedroom, and lays out your pajamas. You turn off the computer, and place your socks in the bag, and grab your walker, and you stand up. Ransom comes back, and picks you up, and carries you bridal style back to the bedroom. He flips on the TV and turns it to the game, and he helps you get into your pajamas.

He then carries you to the bathroom, and you relieve yourself, wash your hands, and brush your teeth.

Ransom pulls down your covers, and carries you back to bed. He deposits you into the bed, and he kisses your forehead.

"Good night, sweetheart," says Ransom. "I love you, you are perfect to me, MS and all," says Ransom.

"Good night my sweet boy. I love you, you are perfect to me," you say.

You fall asleep, and after the game, Ransom comes back to the bedroom. He puts on his pajamas, and lies next to you, and pretty soon, your both sleeping in each other's arms. He kisses you on your forehead.

#ransom drysdale #love #detroit style pizza #fluff #soft ransom

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babyjakes · 4 months

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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 · 2 years

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⌗ ִֶָ 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.

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navybrat817 · 6 months

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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! ❤️

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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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gummydummy19 · 7 months

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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…

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abbatoirablaze · 11 months

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Princess & Bunny Master List

This series is complete! ✔️

Ransom Drysdale has always been two things.

A relentless, confident, stuck-up alpha.

And hopelessly in love with the two daughters of his mother's new husband.

Around them, Ransom wasn't 'Ransom,' he was Hughie, the protective, sweet alpha who always protected them; two nervous omegas.

But that all changed after the girls went through their first heats. Bunny & Princess disappeared not long after that; Linda insisting that they go to boarding school after their father had a fatal heart attack.

But now, Ransom has become rather estranged from his family. He's been gone from home, away at college for nearly two and a half years. And Linda is looking for a way to reel him back in...and what better way than to dangle the two omegas he's been desperately in love with right in front of him and his frat brothers?

Chapters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

#a/b/o fic #a/b/o #a/b/o fanfic #princess & bunny #knives out #knives out au #soft ransom #ransom smut #ransom drysdale #hugh ransom drysdale

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krirebr · 2 months

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We're All Monsters AU Masterlist

The Vampire side of my and @paperweight91 's giant supernatural AU. Check out her werewolf side here!

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.

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royalsweetteaa · 1 year

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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.

#ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale #chris evans #ransom drysdale masterlist #masterlist #soft ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x y/n #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale fanfiction #dark ransom drysdale #chris evans x reader #chris evans character fanfiction

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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+

Author Note: I do not consent to copying or translating my work.

Any reblog, comment, and feedback are appreciated. I want to know what you guys think.

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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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babyjakes · 1 year

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dreamy undoing.

event | april '23 ddlg-themed blurb night

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

pairing | daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader

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

word count | 1,517

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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georgiapeach30513 · 11 months

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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

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“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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