#Ransom Drysdale x reader smut one shot

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

May I request a Ransom Drysdale short piece? I fell and I’m injured and I need some ransom love as only he can bestow.

I'm sorry to hear you're injured. Hope this makes you feel better.

Fucking Ice Skating? - Ransom Drysdale x beautiful!reader (Always Meant To Be... oneshot)

Warnings: 18+, swearing, implied smut mention of lube, Ransom being subby, use of Hugh, baby Ransom

Ransom stood with his arms folded as he glared over at the ice rink as if it had offended him in some way. He was not happy with your choice for date night. 'Fucking ice skating?' had been his words when you excitedly told him what you had planned for the two of you.

It had sort of become a tradition for the two of you; every third Saturday of the month you'd have date night, taking it in turns to pick what you would do.

Last month Ransom picked going out to a night club, something the two of you hadn't done for a while. Ransom even baught you a new outfit out for the occasion, something that barely covered your ass and made 'the ladies pop' as he said.

"Here you go, Ran." You smiled as you handed a pair of skates to him.

Ransom scrunched his nose up as he peered into them. "These are used."

You nodded. "Of course they are."

Ransom raised his eyebrow, "Why?"

You frowned. Was he serious? "'Cause they're rented, Ransom. Other people use them too."

Ransom's eyes widened. "That's fucking disgusting!" He spat and dropped the skates onto the floor.

You rolled your eyes at him. "Oh for heavens sake." You bent down and picked them up. "Stop being a child and out them on." You said as you shoved them into his chest.

"No way. I don't want no foot fungus shit."

"They get cleaned after each use." You huffed and walked around him. "Put them on and be a good boy or you don't get to enjoy the rest of the date."

Ransom rolled his eyes, "Falling on my ass in someone else's skates doesn't sound enjoyable."

You shook your head with a smirk. "I meant the stuff we were going to be doing in the bedroom, Ransom." You sat down on a bench to put your skates on.

Ransom's eyes lit up, "What stuff?" He asked as he stepped closer to you.

"Stuff you're not going to get to enjoy if you're a bad boy, Hugh." You looked up at him with devious smirk making Ransom's dick twitch.

Ransom silently weighed up his options as he looked down at the skates in his hands. An hour of wearing someone else's skates for hours of you being naked and moaning. "Fine." He huffed. You raised your eyebrow at him making him clear his throat. "I mean... I'll behave... Sounds fun."

Ransom was not having fun and you could tell. He wasn't a natural on the ice by any means, more like Bambi. You tried not to laugh every time he ended up on his ass but seeing Ransom's feet go from under him and almost end up by his head was just far too funny.

"Take it slow, Ransom." You encouraged him as you held his hand. "No need to rush."

Ransom huffed as another couple flew past you. "I look ridiculous!" He pouted.

You shook your head. "No you don't... Besides," You stood in front of him and wrapped your arms around his waist. "Just think, when we get home, I can kiss all your boo-boos." You teased him and kissed his chin.

Ransom began smirking to himself. "I do have a lot... Some in quite hard to reach places." He leaned down and connected his lips with yours.

You don't know what happened, one minute you were lost in the kiss and the next Ransom was falling to the floor and taking you with him.

You laid between his legs your upper body on stomach as Ransom laid still, letting out a deep sigh. "Ran?" You bit the inside of your cheek trying not to laugh.

"I think I broke my ass." He grunted.

You snickered to yourself as you pushed yourself up and dusted yourself off. "Oh no... Does that mean you don't want me to do that thing you've been wanting me to do?" You asked with a raised eyebrow as you looked down at him with your hands on your hips.

Ransom's head shot up. "You serious?"

You nodded smirking.

You began laughing as Ransom quickly got up off the ice, taking your hand in his and dragged you (on wobbly legs) off the ice.

"Where are we going?" You asked him with a giggle.

"We need more lube." He sent you a wink over his shoulder making you laugh even more.

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[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | mutual masturbation

pairing | best friend!ransom drysdale x reader

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

word count | 886

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[buckys-wintersoldier]

Just a little bit where Ransom takes care of you after sex

Pairing -> Boyfriend!Ransom Drysdale x Girlfriend!Reader

Words -> 1006

Warnings -> 18+, Minors DNI, smut, unprotected p in v, cream pie, cockwarming, breeding kink, kind of fingering, aftercare, praises

Request -> my head is screaming Ransom Drysdale + aftercare 🥹 ❤️❤️❤️ @rogersbarber

A/N -> Thank you for the request. Drabble turned into a small oneshot but let’s just act like it’s a Drabble, hehe. Hope you like it.

Masterlist | Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

Ransom lets himself fall down on top of you; he doesn’t mind that both of your bodies are sweaty, that his cock is still buried inside of your pussy or that his cum is slowly flowing out of your cunt. He just wants to be as close as possible to you, wanting to hear and feel your heartbeat while both of you calm down from your highs.

So he places his head on your chest, smirking slightly while he listens to your steady but fast heartbeat. His cock is softening inside your pussy but it’s not uncomfortable, not for you or for him.

You love the feeling of him inside of you, especially after rough sex. Ransom stays so close to you after a session, making sure to help you ground yourself while he just lays on top of you. His hair tickles your soft skin slightly, and you slide one of your hands through his hair, playing with a few of his strands.

There is nothing better than having him so close to you, his cock inside of you, his body on top of you, and his heavy breaths matching yours. His cheeks are slightly red, and you can feel his warm breath against your skin.

“You did so well for me, sweetheart. Taking my cock like the good girl you are for me, huh?” He praises you, loving the way your lips curl up and turn into the sweetest and shyest smile he has ever seen. For Ransom, it’s adorable to see that smile because he knows he is the only one who is allowed to see it.

“You weren't bad either,” you say teasingly and earn a soft roll of his hips against yours, causing his cock to hit your sweet spot once again. You moan, your eyes rolling back, and your breath hitches. “Fuck— You were perfect! Your cock is feeling so good inside my pussy.”

He turns his head, looking at you with a wide grin. Then he leans closer and captures your lips with his — or at least you think he is going to do it, but Ransom wouldn’t be Ransom wouldn’t he turn his head away and lick a strap along your neck.

You’re overstimulated, but his actions turn you on again, and he knows. Ransom knows your body almost better than you do, especially when it has to do with sexual activities. He rolls his hips a few more times, causing more moans and soft whines to escape from your lips.

“You were screaming my name, sweetheart. Begging me to stuff you full with my cock to pump you full with my seeds,” he says, this time he leans closer and captures your lips with his. His plump lips moved softly against yours, causing yours to melt into the kiss. His hands grasp your hips, and he pushes himself up slightly.

After a moment, you both need to pull away, inhaling deeply. But he almost takes your breath away when you look into his eyes — his beautiful blue eyes show nothing but pure love, adoration, and sweetness. His lips turn into a sweet smile, and he is staring into your eyes. “You’re so beautiful. Could look at you all the time and would never get enough of you. I love you, sweetheart.”

Those three words mean so much to you; he got used to saying them to you since he really felt them, but when you first dated, Ransom never got those three words over his lips. He hasn’t had much love from his family, and he wasn’t used to so much love and appreciation, so he needed to learn about it first. You never minded, but hearing him say that now — all the time because he loves it so much — makes you more than happy.

“I love you too, Ran,” you say, pulling him by his neck closer to kiss him once again. His lips feel so perfectly fine against yours, his fingers still digging into the skin of your hips, and you feel goosebumps erupting all over your body. Ransom pulls away and grins, pulling his cock slowly out of you.

“I’m really in the mood to get some biscuits now; how about you?” He asks, sitting up and looking at your pussy where his cum is slowly flowing out of you. “Too bad you have to be stuck in her to fill her pretty belly with my babies,” he says to his cum, like it’s the most natural thing to do. You chuckle, making him look at you, and he furrows his eyebrows. "What’s so funny, sweetheart?”

“You’re talking to your cum like it can understand you.” He rolls his eyes, using two of his fingers to bring them to your entrance, and pushes them into you, causing his cum to be pushed into your pussy too. A high-pitched moan leaves your lips, and you hiss when his fingers curl inside of you.

Ransom laughs softly, then pulls his fingers out of you and kisses your thighs up to your belly. He then moves a bit before he sits up completely to get his biscuit. He pokes a finger into your belly. “You will carry my babies, won’t you?”

You nod slightly, causing his eyes to brighten before he gets up to finally look for his favorite biscuits. You sit up, hissing when your sensitive cunt rubs along the sheet.

“Sweetheart, do you need something?” Ransom asks, looking worried at you, when he comes back with the package in one of his hands and a biscuit in the other. He walks closer to the bed, holding the package in front of you to take a biscuit, but you grasp the one in his hand.

You immediately eat it and smirk at him, causing him to chuckle and shake his head. He lets himself fall down on the bed, and you sit with your back against his chest, sighing softly while he turns on the television and your favorite movie. Then he hands you another biscuit.

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Fluffcember Day 14 | Popping your cherry

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

Word count | 1.9K

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

Rating | Mature (M)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Main Masterlist | Ransom Drysdale Masterlist | Read on AO3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[coltrainbat]

Can you write about ransom being interested of fucking his shy wife, reader's big ass.

Good Bunny

A/N: You said being and not actually doing it so I went off that. Sorry if thats not what you meant at all lol.

Warnings: Mentions of anal, anal sex, rimming - I feel this is obvious. Also first Ransom fic! Yay!

You lay in your silk nightie, face down on the bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone until you felt the mattress sink and a familiar figure appear next you, rubbing their hand up your calves and towards you partly exposed ass.

“Hey bunny.” Ransom eyes were fixated on your lower back.

“My eyes are up here.” You moved your head to the side, smiling at your handsome husband.

He moved to lie on the bed, hand still lightly moving back and forth into your fleshy backside.

“I had an idea bunny.” He looked you in the eyes now, mischievous written all over his face.

“What is it?”

“You know it’s such a waste, having an ass like that and not using it for good.”

“What you mean? I’m always shaking it.” You wiggled your ass a bit for emphasis. Ransom groaned at the ripple that flew through the flesh, he grabbed it lightly and gave it a soft smack being met with a small yelp from you.

“Not that bunny, it’s just that I’ve been lucky enough to fuck 2/3 of your holes and thought maybe we should go 3 for 3..”

Your eyes widened at the suggestion.

“We don’t have to. I’d go slow and if you hated it we’d stop but I know how you like to try new things and-.”

“Would it hurt?” You looked at him, worry on your face.

“Yeah, but so did your first time and now you love it.”

You bite your lip “That’s true.”

Ransom moved closer to you, lying next you and holding out his arm for you to snuggle closer. His hand running down your back, rubbing your ass softly.

“We can start slow.” He purred, pulling you up by your chin to look at him so he could gauge the emotions of your face.

“How does that work?” You were anxious but curious.

“Well, we’d start with my tongue...” The mention of his tongue made you perk up.

“Like I always do.” He chuckled. “And I’d move it lower, run it around your rim.”

“And then when your you’re in doggy and nicely turned on… I’d get the wet stuff from your pretty little pussy and slip in a single finger.” He held up the number one.

“It wouldn’t hurt, you’d love it… you like feeling full don’t you bunny?” You nodded submissively at your handsome husband.

“And then, when you’re really ready, I’d get you a pretty pink buttplug and while you’re all hot, heavy and distracted, I’d slip it in your ass.” You gasped as Ransom.

“I’d give you a little time to adjust and it would only be a little bigger than my finger.” You nodded agreeably, thoughts of buttplugs danced through your head.

“Would it get stuck?” You asked innocently, Ransom’s head threw back in a chuckle.

“No baby it has a stopper, I wouldn’t let that happen… you know why?”

“Why?” A smile was showing now as you were impressed with your ability to make him laugh.

“Because I’d have control of it, slowly pushing it in and out of you.”

“And then what?” You were curious now, moving onto of Ransom so your hands were on either side of his chest, his hand still firmly on your ass.

“And then when you’re about to cum, I’d pull it out with a pop.” He moved his mouth and mimicked the sound of the word for emphasis. “You’d lose your mind bunny.” You lay your head on his chest, gazing up at him, hanging on his every word.

“And then overtime, the buttplugs would get a little bigger and longer each time I fucked you until I think you’re ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“For my cock in your ass.” He said it so casually, the smirk on his face never leaving.

You bite your lip at his salacious comment. Thoughts clouded your head and a wet spot formed in your panties at the thought of Ran filling all your holes.

His digit slowly slides up and down your crack, teasing the hole under the thin strip of fabric.

After that discussion, Ransom’s touches and slaps on your ass became more frequent.

Grabbing a bunch of fat to pull you closer.

Teasing your crack as you were standing and occupied, dragging his finger up and down.

He took you to the sex shop letting you pick out whichever buttplug you wanted, you naturally chose the pink one with a sparkly stopper.

And lube, a whole bottle of anal relaxing lube.

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[inklore]

discretion

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

pairing: ransom drysdale x (f)reader

word count: 1k

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

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

kinktober 01 | kinktober masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[chrisevansispapi]

30 Minutes

Summary: reader shows up to an empty house and finds ransom in the office with divorce papers.

Warning: swearing,angry fuck,breeding kink

“Ran!” I called out,stepping into the now empty penthouse, “where the fuck are my things?!” I made a beeline to Ransom’s office, “you better have a damn good explanation for this,mister!” I slammed the door open,breaking the knob.

Ransom sat there blank, “What is this,Hugh? You trying to neglect me because I told you I didn’t want children?!” He sighed and lift his hand up to his temple, “sign the papers” Ransom spoke.

“You’re fucking pathetic—I am not signing anything!” I started to walk away and he caught up with me, holding me by my chest, “If not having children is what you wanted,you should’ve stayed a whore” He whispered to me, which made me turn around to face him.

“How dare you?” I brought my hand to his face,slapping him red, “You want children? You want a wife? I’ll give you all of those in just 30 minutes” I undid his belt and he slammed me on the wall.

“You want a housewife and a baby momma? C’mon make me one if you’re so desperate for one” I kissed him,yanking off his shirt and taking off his pants,hurriedly, “you only got 30 minutes,baby— you can do faster than that” He growled, his cock was already hard and leaking, Ransom makes me jump, landing my legs on his waist.

I push my white thong to the side and inserted his fat cock in me, “You’re gonna fucking regret even considering to divorce me,I want those— fuck— papers gone tomorrow” He started to pump his dick in me,my walls clenching him.

“Shut the fuck up!” He thrusted continuously in me,my back against the hard wall and my hand on his back,scratching at every pleasure.

“Fuck,give me your babies” I moaned kissing his cheek,he abused my g spot and started to handle a bruising a grip on my thigh.

His mouth now on mine, entering his skillful tongue in my mouth, Ransom kept thrusting real good into my guts, “I’m gonna cum,Ran!” I said, stabilizing myself on his shoulder,then he shot ropes of his release in my cunt.

“Mhmhmm” I moaned as I came onto him.

-•-•-

Ransom sat in his chair,all sweaty and flushed red,I poured him a glass of whiskey and cold glass of water, “why aren’t you drinking?” Ransom asked, “prepping for the next few weeks” I smiled, “You sure about the whole baby thing?” He asked pulling me onto his lap.

“Yeah,Anything for you” I kissed him,”people are going to put your things back in an hour”

“I love you,Hugh” I brush my hand over his band cladded pinky, “I love you” he looked at me with a soft smile.

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[writing-for-marvel]

Your Hand In Mine

Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

Word count: 2.6k

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

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

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

But in the sense that he enjoyed his physical space.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How selfish.

Well, he was a Drysdale after all.

Nobody expected anything more of him.

And then he met you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he found that he wanted to. For you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All because you touched him.

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

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

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

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

Comfort. Support. Security.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He had never loved someone before.

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

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

“Let me thank you properly.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Bounce for Me

Pairings | Ransom Drysdale x f!reader

Warnings | smut, dildos, exhibitionism, dirty talk, Ransom being an ass

Word count | 356

Summary | Ransom watches you get yourself ready for him

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You whimpered, hips circling over the dildo again before you lifted yourself up with your thighs and sank back down. 

Ransom hummed, lips resting at the rim of his whiskey tumbler, a satiated smirk stretching from one cheek to the other. 

"That's it, honey. Keep goin'." He rumbled, voice low and smooth as silk as he purred at you. "Get that pussy nice an' open f'me." 

You whined into a moan, your hips tilting so the silicone toy nudged that spot deep inside you every time you bounced on it. 

He loved to make displays of you like this, hips bouncing for him and pussy dripping onto his floors - floors that the poor cleaners would have to mop up in the morning. 

Ransom had a stressful day at work, he'd told you upon entering the house, and all he wanted was to see his bunny get nice and wet for him. 

Whilst he sat sipping some overpriced whiskey. Grinning like a fox. 

"Good girl," he hummed, taking another slip. "You keep on goin' until I finish, sweetheart." He added, holding his glass out to you in a mock cheers. 

Your eyes widening, seeing that he still had half of the amber liquid left, you slowed your pace down. 

"Uh uh, sweet cheeks. I didn't tell you to slow down." Ransom chided with a little smirk. 

You groaned, pussy throbbing as you bounced on the dildo. Your clit was on fire, in desperate need of touch but you needed both your hands to balance on the wooden floor. 

"Just a few more minutes, babe." Random called from above you, and you mewled. 

He swirled the last sip around the tumbler, taking his sweet, sweet time in consuming the last drop. 

And when he did, he lowered the glass with a long, refreshed sigh. 

"C'mere, sweetheart." He rumbled, and you swallowed thickly at the sight of his skates, powerful thighs. 

You were in for a long night.

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[americasass91]

Not Enough

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

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

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

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

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

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

Words: 4.2k

Ratings: Explicit

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

🎼Took me over to your house to meet your family

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

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

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

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

Got me hoping maybe one day you would mean it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe I was holding onto what I thought you were

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, Ran. Slow down, please.”

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

You nod quickly. “Yes, always.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kinda hate myself for justifying your mistakes

Took a minute but I learned that shit the hard way

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe I was holding onto what I thought you were

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why not?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You quickly swallow your nerves and knock.

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

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

“Can I help you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With that the elevator doors close.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod. “That’d be the one.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mine❦Sherlock Holmes Part Seven

Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: Sherlock Holmes, the most famous detective in the world. After finishing a case, he decided to visit Enola and his mother. On the first day of the visit he laid his eyes on a beauty, you

Disclaimer: I do NOT allow for my work to be translated or posted anywhere else on this app or other platforms. English is not my first language so let me know if I made any mistakes!

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Words count: 1k (sorry for the short chapter)

Warning: Little sad chapter

A/N: Hello everyone! Sorry for not posting and updating the story often. My tumblr did not work and school took over my schedule, but now I have a lost of free time so I will be posting more often. Thank you for the support🫶🏻🫶🏻💞

It was the day of the event and you were getting ready. Sherlock went home to change into his suit but came back to your mansion.

This would be your first ever public appearance as a couple. You were nervous to say at least but also happy.

You stylists dressed you in the dress you chosen the other day. They styled your hair and did your makeup.

You felt really pretty and confident in that dress.

Sherlock would remind you that you looked like a real life goddess. You would always tell him to stop, even though you wanted him to continue.

You were also really nervous knowing that Mycroft would be there, knowing that he will see you together with Sherlock. Still, you did not care. As long as Sherlock loves you and is there for you then everything would go smoothly.

You saw your father standing outside your room together with no other than Mycroft. You saw him constantly eyeing you. You felt weird but pretended not to care.

“There is my beautiful daughter!”

“Hello to you too, father” You smiled at your father meanwhile giving Mycroft a death stare.

“What's up with that attitude of yours Miss?”

You rolled your eyes at Mycroft's comment. He was being a total jerk but to your father, he was the business partner of his lifetime.

“You look really beautiful honey. You remind me so much of your mother right now.”

Your fathers comment brought tears to your eyes, but you just smiled since you did not want to make him cry.

You and Sherlock held each other's hands and made it to the ballroom where the event was held.

The ballroom was huge and was filled with dads current and former business partners.

Little did you know that Mycroft brought his friend to the event. He was waiting for the perfect time to make his plan go as expected.

While Mycroft was doing that, you and Sherlock danced with the music.

You caught everyone's attention. The most famous detective swayed to the music together with the daughter of the richest man in town. Kinda weird, huh?

After you finished dancing, Sherlock was surrounded by a few people that were his fans. While Sherlock was talking to them about his most recent case with the little girl in Paris, Mycroft pulled you to the side.

“What do you want?!”

“Can't I talk to you for a minute without your stupid attitude?”

“You have a minute, not a second longer!”

Mycroft looked at you before continuing. He was also looking at Sherlock, who was flirting with him. He could see that Sherlock was uncomfortable, but he told her to keep going even though he was backing up.

“I know you love Sherlock.”

You stared at him with wide eyes. Nobody knew, so how did he?

“I saw you two at the flower field and I want to prove to you that Sherlock isn’t the right one for you. You deserve so much better than him, Y/N.”

“Keep your opinions to yourself, Mycroft. We both know that you are doing this because you don't like your brother.”

“I would not be saying this if I did not have feelings for you.”

You felt like you were going to faint. That was not true. He was manipulating you into thinking that all of this was true so that he can prove to your father that he was a good person, but he was not. Not to mention that he was against anything that has to do with feminism.

“You are lying.” you said as tears picked up in your eyes.

“I am not. I have been in love with you ever since I laid my eyes on you and I am here to prove to you that my brother is not what you think.”

He looked at you before looking at someone behind you.

You saw Sherlock with another woman. He was hugging her and smiling at her. She could not stop flirting with him.

Sherlock turned around and to his horror, he saw you looking at him with tears in your eyes.

Sherlock began walking towards your direction but you ran away, to your room.

Both Holmes brothers ran after you and began knocking on your door, begging you to open it. But you did not.

You did not open the door at all. You just laid in your bed and let your heart crumble…

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dreamy undoing.

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event | april '23 ddlg-themed blurb night

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

pairing | daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader

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

word count | 1,517

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Just a little bit where Ransom helps you to warm up

Pairing -> Boyfriend!Ransom Drysdale x Girlfriend!Reader

Wordcount -> 608

Warnings -> 18+, Minors DNI, allusion of smut, slight breast play, fluff

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The day is everything but sunny. You groan quietly, annoyed that you can sit outside and enjoy the sun. You don't mind a nice walk in the summer rain, but today it's cold, and if you go out, you will have a cold the next day. So you're sitting on the couch, going through the channels to find a movie you want to watch.

“Nothing you like in there?” The low voice of your boyfriend interrupts you, and you turn your head with a soft smile to face him. He grins at you and walks closer to you. “I've been looking for that sweater, sweetheart.”

You look down at your body, your smile growing. When you got up earlier than Ransom, you just took the blue sweater he wore the day before. You have done it before because his clothes are way more comfortable than yours. He chuckles and lets himself fall down on the couch next to you, grasping the remote out of your hand.

“Ran!” You squeak when he pushes you down and places his large body on top of you. You're pressed into the softness of the couch, and you giggle when he places the remote to the side and slides his hands underneath your — his sweater. His fingertips feel so soft on your skin, and you sigh softly.

“You know you can't just steal my hoodie without consequences, sweetheart,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck. You narrow your eyebrows, but before you can ask what he means, he pokes his fingers into your sides, causing you to yelp and giggle. You squirm slightly, his body still pressing you into the couch.

“S—Sorry, Ran. Stop tickling me,” you say through your laughter. Ransom smirks, continuing to tickle you, and he grins even wider when he has a better idea.

“How about you give me my sweater back, princess?” Ransom asks, his hand sliding to your chest, and he captures them with his hands. You arch your back, goosebumps erupting on your skin, when you feel the softness of his palms rubbing slightly over your breasts. “What do you think? Wanna take off my sweater?”

Ransom lifts his head, looking into your eyes when you shake your head. A small pout forms on your lips. You grasp the hem of his shirt, letting your hands slip underneath the fabric of it. Your boyfriend shrieks, his eyes widen, and he almost falls down from the couch.

“Fuck— Your hands are ice cubes!" He shouts, and you chuckle when you guide your hands over his stomach, feeling his tensing muscles before you move your hands to his back. “Oke, keep the sweater.”

Ransom looks at you, laughing softly, before he slides his hands to your sides, storking your skin slightly while he captures your lips, kissing you as softly as possible. “But I'm going to decide what movie we are going to watch. Even though I love you, but you already make me freeze.”

You roll your eyes, but agree, wrapping your arms tighter around him to pull him even closer. Ransom reaches for the remote and looks for a movie; luckily, the two of you have mostly the same tastes in films. “My hands are freezing because you were threatening them when you said you wanted to take off the sweater! I love you too, Ran.”

“We can make some heat if you want,” he says, rocking his hips and causing his dick to press against you. You moan softly, parting your lips. “That's what you like. Being filled by my dick, I know I love to be inside of you just as much, sweetheart.”

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Such a tease

PAIRING | Ransom Drysdale x Best Friend!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.1K

SUMMARY | You're spending the afternoon at a lingerie boutique to find the perfect set for your date later that night. You decide to tease your date a little and send him a photo, but in a rush you accidentally send it to your best friend instead. How will he react to getting such a spicy picture from you?

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Best friends to lovers, smut [ Edging, oral (F receiving), overstimulation, squirting, use of a safeword, protected sex, implied aftercare ], angst,

A/N | I want to thank @avengersfantasies for helping me with this one when I couldn't figure out how to continue; you're a lifesaver! 🖤

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You're looking through the endless lingerie options for your date tonight since you and Kenji plan to have a hot and steamy date. When your eye falls on a set of red lingerie, you pick it up and go to try it on.

As soon as you close the curtain behind you, you let out a sigh and start taking all your clothes off, ready to slip into the pieces of red lacy fabric you picked up.

The bra slips on like a glove, pushing your boobs up perfectly, making them look irresistible. Next up are the panties, and you turn around to look at yourself. You have never felt more beautiful and are not even finished yet.

You pull on the stockings and slide the garter belt into place, hooking the ends to your stocking to keep them in place perfectly. Now all that's left is to tie the bit around your neck like a collar, making the chain attached to the garter belt fall between your boobs.

When it's on, you gasp softly at how perfect you look because every inch of lace hugs your curves beautifully. It is molded to your body like a second skin, and that's when you think of a mischievous plan.

You stand sensually, making your boobs pop even more, and snap pictures with different poses. When you're about to send the perfect one to Kenji, one of the sales associates suddenly interrupts your train of thought.

"Ma'am, can I help you with anything?" she asks, and you accidentally tap Ransom's name instead of Kenji's, sending it to your best friend instead of your date. Not that Ransom minds seeing you in lingerie.

"Uhm, no, thank you! I'm taking this set, so I'll be with you in a few minutes," you say, feeling the embarrassment washing over you while you change out of the lingerie and back into your regular clothes.

You calm yourself down a little before walking to the register, and the woman politely smiles.

"That will be $125, please," she says, and you nod, getting out the cash to pay for it. When that's done, the sales associate puts it in a bag, and you're on your way home to start getting ready for your date with Kenji.

You just pulled out of the parking garage and turned on your podcast for your drive home when suddenly you're getting a call from your best friend, Ransom.

"Hi, Ran-" is all you can say before he cuts you off.

"My house. Thirty minutes. Wear that lingerie you showed me," he says before hanging up, and you're confused about what he's talking about.

Only when you're home and getting ready to get out of your car can you look at what he meant, and you realize the photo that was supposed to go to Kenji went to Ransom instead.

You close your eyes and think about the mistake you have made. But then again, this is the universe telling you to finally admit your feelings to your best friend.

You leave your car and go inside to change into the brand new lingerie - putting on a cute red dress over it.

Once ready, you return to your car and exhale as you climb into the driver's seat. During the drive, you're nervous - your hands drumming against the steering wheel as you try to keep your thoughts together.

You've done what Ransom asked and are at his house a little under thirty minutes later; it's good he lives close. When you leave your car, you wipe your sweaty palms on your dress and adjust your hair again before walking to his door and using your key to let yourself in.

"Ransom?" you call out, hearing your voice echo against the walls of his house.

He walked into the hallway with assassin-like steps - complete silence as he approached you. He looks like a predator hunting down its prey, and before you can even say a proper hello, his lips crash onto yours.

His actions take you aback, but you hadn't expected anything else to happen.

When you didn't turn down his kiss, he deepened it, and you let his tongue pry your lips apart - moaning into your mouth. Your hands make their way into his hair, and he pins you against the wall - letting you feel his growing bulge. You gasp when you touch him, and he pulls away from you, smirking seductively.

"See what your little outfit did to me?" he asks, and you want to answer, but it feels like your throat is filled with cotton balls.

"I- I didn't-" is all you can say, but he doesn't let you finish; his lips crash back onto yours, and his hands move to the knot on your dress, untying it swiftly, and it falls open.

"Oh fuck," he whispers to himself as he takes a step back, and takes in the sight of you covered in red lace, the chain between your breasts and the red stockings.

You let the dress fall to the floor, and that's when Ransom picks you up and quickly throws you over his shoulder on his way to the bedroom.

He thought about taking you right then and there but ultimately decided against it as he wanted to make you feel special for the first time.

"What are you doing? Where are you taking me?!" you yelp as he easily lifts you, everything suddenly upside down, and his hand is lying on your ass to ensure you're not going anywhere.

"You'll have to wait and see since you've been such a tease to me," he says, and you can't help but squeeze your thighs together at the thought of what he might do to you.

You were prepared for many things, but Ransom edging you for over an hour was missing from the list of things you were ready for.

"R-Ran, please!" you wail after he builds you up again, to pull away at the last second before you fall over the edge. Right now, you hate him more than anything, but you can't go anywhere.

Your limbs have turned into nothing but complete jelly under his touch, and Ransom's reveling in the thought, saying the filthiest things while still buried between your thighs.

"Hm, this cunt is so sweet; wish you'd have let me have a taste sooner, Baby. Will fucking ruin you for everyone else like the needy slut you are for me and my dick," he says, a moan escaping your lips at his words.

"Please..." you whine; your release is so close yet so far away at the same time, but this time Ransom does let you cum; however, he doesn't stop there.

"Makes me so fucking hard when you beg like a slut, when you're begging me to let you cum. If you're such a needy slut for it, you better cum now," he says, setting a brutal pace with three of his fingers inside and his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking the life out of it.

"FUCK, 'M CUMMING!" you scream out, and he keeps doing the same thing until your juices squirt out, and he knows the edging was well worth it now.

"Such a perfect slut for me, huh? Squirting for me like that," he says, and you whine softly as you come down from your high, but Ransom doesn't grant you that luxury.

He barely pulled his fingers out of you, allowing his tongue to lap every last drop of your juices as he fucks you with it.

"C-can't take more!" you tell him, but Ransom's determined to pull one more out of you. He needs one more orgasm before he's even going to think about filling you with his cock.

"Yes, you can, Baby. Just need one more from you now, and then I'll let you suck me off like a perfect slut," he says, his tongue going back to fucking and lapping your juices, his thumb now pressed on your clit until you fall apart for him again.

Loud moans echo through his bedroom and house, but you're too far gone to even worry about that. You're too wrapped up in pleasure and the thought of Ransom making you feel this good to care about anything other than him.

"Tastes so fucking sweet, Baby, tastes like peaches, and I can't get enough of it," he says as he attaches his mouth to your clit again, sucking and licking, but it is too much this time.

Tears are starting to form in your eyes from the overstimulation, and you're working up the courage to keep going and give him everything he wants, but you can't. You can't take anything else he's providing you right now.

Before you can fully comprehend what's happening, your mouth opens slightly, and you say it softly and barely audible. Still, Ransom hears you perfectly fine, stopping his motions immediately and stepping away.

"Red."

The two of you never talked about safewords, but that doesn't matter as Ransom backs away regardless, afraid he did something to hurt you.

"Shit..." he whispers to himself as you curl up into a ball and move back to the headboard of his bed. You feel bad about using the safeword even though you know it was the right thing to do.

Tears keep streaming down your face as you rock back and forth, your arms wrapped around your knees after you pull them up to your chest. Your eyes are closed, and that's when you suddenly hear Ransom throw a punch against the wall of his bedroom.

"Fuck!" he grits out through his teeth as he looks at his hand and back to you, looking scared out of your mind as big eyes are looking back at him.

He slowly walks over to the bed with his hands held up to show he's not going to hurt you and touch you without your permission, but it doesn't calm you down.

"Get out," you say before he can even reach the bed, and he looks down with defeat, but he does as you say, wanting to give you back the power over the situation right now.

You stay in his bedroom for an unknown amount of time while gathering your thoughts about what happened. It's not that you don't want him because you do, but he went too far by ignoring you, and that's what hurt most.

You feel incredibly bare in just your lingerie, so you go over to his wardrobe, fishing out a pair of joggers he never wears and one of his sweaters to make yourself feel a bit more comfortable.

You strip yourself out of everything except your panties and put on Ransom's clothes, ready to see him and talk about what has happened.

Ransom sits at his dining table, one of his hands in his hair while the other is getting iced. He looks up at you as you walk into the dining room and smiles at seeing you wearing his clothes.

"Can I sit here?" you ask as you point to the chair directly across from him. He nods as he looks up at you, and you can tell he's been crying, too, by the look of his bloodshot eyes.

"I'm sorry-" he starts, but you raise your hand, notifying him that now's not the time for him to talk. Right now, you have something to get off your chest, and this is the perfect moment to do just that.

"I want to start by saying that I'm not mad at you at all, Ransom," you say, and he looks up at you, the fact that he went too far still fresh in his mind.

You stretch out your hands, and he puts his free hand in it, letting yours envelop it. The softness of your small hands contrasts his big, calloused hands, making him chuckle softly.

"It's so cute," he whispers as he looks at your combined hands, and you chuckle at the sight.

"It is, but I want to admit something to you. I've wanted to tell you something for a few months, but I needed to figure out how or when. I- I have a huge crush on your Ransom, and I'm not sure when it developed, but I figured you don't feel the same, so I just kept it to myself all this time," you tell him, your heart fluttering a little now that your secret is finally out in the open.

"And I have to say that even though you went over my boundary and I had to safeword, I'm glad you did respect it when I used it, despite us not having talked about it. I do want to continue what we were doing if it is okay with you, but I do want to ask you to be gentle with me this time because I cannot take another version of what you did," you say with a polite smile, stroking Ransom's hand with your thumbs.

"God, I- I don't know where to start," Ransom says, gathering all of his courage to tell you how he feels since talking about feelings does not come naturally to him.

"The beginning might be nice," you joke, and Ransom can't help but laugh at your simple comment. This is precisely why he fell for you all this time ago. How sweet you are, your caring nature, your stupid jokes, all of it. And now that he knows you feel the same, he won't waste another second.

"I have feelings for you too, Y/N. Hell, I'm fucking in love with you, even!" he shouts, a burst of booming laughter following his statement.

"Been in love with you for I don't know how long, and now that I know you feel the same, I'm not planning on hurting you like I did, ever again. I am so sorry you felt the need to use it, but I also want you to know I'm proud of you for doing it. I'm sorry it had to come to that point, but I will make it up to you in every way imaginable," he says.

"I love you, Ransom," you say before getting up and walking to his side of the table. He moves back so you can sit on his lap, and you gladly do.

You get seated sideways to cup his face in your hands, stroking his smooth cheeks softly before leaning in and molding your lips to his perfectly. Two pieces of a puzzle, sliding right into place as they belong to one another.

When you pull away, he follows your lips for another, but you're just a little faster than him, much to his disappointment.

"I want to do this the right way, Ransom. Please take me out on a date and ask me to be yours. We both know I will say yes, but until then, I just want you. Ransom, all I want is you," you whisper in his ear, and a warm feeling spreads across his cheeks at your words.

"And how do you want me, Baby?" he asks, and you get a mischievous smile.

Your lips ghost softly over his lips, to his cheek, and you let out a warm breath on his ear before telling him how you want to fall apart while riding him so good he won't be able to think of anything else but you.

Now here you are, sitting on his couch in the living room, both completely naked while you bounce slowly up and down on his rock-hard cock. At least you still had the sense to make him put on a condom because if it were up to him, he'd slide in immediately.

Soft moans leave your lips while Ransom's hands touch you everywhere they can, from your shoulders and arms to your back and waist, to your hips and ass. Not a single inch of you is left untouched.

Your hands slide over his prominent muscles in his arms, broad chest, and chiseled abs; he looks like a Greek God. And the fucked out look on his face? Even better.

"I love-" is all you get to say to Ransom before your phone rings, and you lean back to grab it from the table behind you, showing Ransom who's calling you.

"Pick it up while you keep riding me so good, Baby. Want him to know it's me who makes you feel this good. That you're mine, and I'm never letting you go," he says between some groans.

You slide the incoming call button to the right, putting it on speaker, just as Ransom grabs your ass to give himself some leverage to fuck up into you as you pick up the phone, making you moan loudly.

"K-Kenji, hi! I'm a b-b-bit b-busy," you say, and you can hear the guy on the other end let out a deep sigh as he hears the skin against skin, your moans leaving your lips, and the groans coming from Ransom.

"Don't fucking bother to contact me ever again, you fucking slut," he says before hanging up the phone, and you drop your phone on the couch before letting yourself fall forward to kiss Ransom fiercely.

"Hm, I'm the only one who gets to call my girl a slut when I'm railing her," Ransom grits out, but he doesn't slow down in the slightest, instead only picking up his pace even more.

He keeps hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, and before you know it, you're falling apart on his cock, just like you said you wanted to. It only takes a few more thrusts from Ransom before he spills his seed into the condom, wishing he was shooting it into your bare cunt instead.

"F-fuck, feels so fucking good when you cum for me," he says, slowly riding you through both your orgasms until you're completely fucked out, your head lying in the crook of his neck.

"Love you so much, Baby. Can't believe I didn't tell you that sooner," he says, and you just hum in response, getting sleepy after the way he made you cum for him.

You stayed on the couch for a little longer before Ransom picked you up and carried you to the bath. He slipped in and put you on his lap, your head resting against his shoulder as he carefully washed your body.

"Thank you, Ran. Love you so much," you say when you're both done, and he gives you one of his shirts and a pair of his boxer briefs to wear to bed.

"I love you too, Baby. And I plan on making the date I'm taking you on unforgettable," he says as he snuggles you into his chest. The two of you fall asleep not long after that, and you've had the best sleep in a while snuggled up in his arms.

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'The Root of All Ransom' Masterlist

Ransom Drysdale x rich!Reader (enemies-to-lovers) ⛈🔥🦆

Ransom hates you, that one, self-made, rich bitch who wins all the philanthropy awards, but he finds a way to use you to anger his mother, Linda. Bonus that he can get some ass in the process. What could possibly go wrong? Money is the only thing he loves, right?

Angst, romance, and smut; each chapter has its own warnings. Please read them carefully. MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY You will find all-age friendly fic on my Light Masterlist, but not here!

Part One

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Part Six

Mini One-shots:

Gifts Given -- set between pt. 4 and 5

Gifts Received -- set during or anytime after pt. 4

Love of My Life -- set days after pt. 6

A Fluffy Blanket -- set after pt. 6

Beck and Call -- set anytime after pt. 4

Help with A Basic Task -- set after pt. 6

Ski Resort -- teeny tiny drabble after pt. 7

Fire & Ice -- between pt. 7 and 8

Is that a 'yes?' -- kinda anywhere after pt. 6

The Ransomizer -- idk but you're dating...

Out of Spite -- after pt. 7

(Dirty Headcanon; Another)

Shipper asks: 1, 2, 3

The Sequel:

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

***Ransom Demands parts will be labeled 1-6 in their stand-alone posts but 7-12 here for chronology and specifics of where mini-tales are in between.

[Main Masterlist]

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