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ozarkthedog · 2 years

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𝐀𝐧 𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 | 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐨𝐧!𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦

summary: Excon!Ransom shows up on your doorstep. What’s the worse that could happen?

warnings: excon!Ransom. smut. rough sex. dubcon. oral sex (female receiving). exhibitionism. surprise guest. dark!ending.

word count: 1,846

author’s note: thank you @river-soul for looking this over. 💙

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾

“Ransom!?” You squeak; shock written on your face as the excon stands on your doorstep. “What? How?”

He tilts his head to the ground and looks at you under his lashes. “I got out this morning,” he admits. “And you were the first thing on my to do list.”

His lips pull into a sly smirk as his eyes travel the length of your body. “So, are you gonna let me in?” His teeth tug at his plump bottom lip, “Be the good girl you said you’d be?”

Your eyes widen at the question. So, he did get the letter.

After a long week at work, you made the mistake of relaxing with a bottle of wine and built up the courage to write a rather lewd letter to the inmate. You left it in your mailbox before you talked yourself out of it.

He never mentioned the letter so you figured you must’ve made a fool of yourself and never spoke of it during your correspondence.

“C’mon Kitten, you’ve no idea how long I’ve waited to taste you.”

He takes a step into your home, invading your space as you push yourself flat against the door. “Ransom, I- I’m not su- sure.” You trip over the words as his bulky chest invades your view.

His index finger curls under your jaw forcing your eyes to his. “Know how many times I’ve thought about this moment? Hm?”

You never thought you’d be in this position. Drooling over the salacious man before you. You still have no idea why you started writing to the confessed killer but you chalked it up to being lonely.

Still, you knew this man and the things he was capable of.

“I’ve wasted countless loads on my hand every night thinkin’ of you.” His hips pin yours to the door, his arousal evident by the prominent bulge in his jeans. “So, I think it’s only fair that I get to finally feel that cunt around my cock.”

You were at war with yourself. Nerves and arousal fog your mind. It was one thing to have a friendship with a killer but it was a completely different to fuck said killer. No matter how good looking he was.

“I can see those gears turning, Kitten.” Ransom quipped. “I got out early on good behavior.” His pearly whites flash in the sunshine as his face twists into a sneer. “Granted, I just never got caught.”

His statement causes a chill to run up your spine.

Who knows the horrors he had to endure? His body had filled out over the years. His muscles bulge under the thin fabric of the cardigan with every move. You spy inked words on his chest and the beard he now sports frames his weathered face perfectly.

His hand quickly covers your jaw, keeping your head still as his lips press against yours. You whimper into the searing kiss as his tongue teasingly swipes over your parted lips before he’s pulling away and standing at full height.

The air feels thick as he stares at you. A strand of hair has fallen out of his perfectly gelled mane making him look dastardly.

“You gotta tell me no right now if you don’t want this cause once I start, there’ll be no stoppin’ me.” His threat is simple but effective. You bid your time, swallowing down your nerves as your inner turmoil boils over.

“Fuck me, Ransom.” Your breath catches in your throat as his features turn ravenous.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

In an instant, your dress is torn down the middle. The fabric stings your skin as he rips it from your body and lets it fall to the ground.

“God damn, you’re a fuckin’ sight for sore eyes.” He muses as he takes in your scantily clad form.

Your hands weave around his shoulders as he nips at your collarbone leaving bite marks in his wake. Strong hands hastily rip your bra off and he suckles at your breast, earning him delightful, angelic sounds that poor from your lips.

His tongue swirls around your perky bud while his hand tugs harshly at the other. Ransom growls into your flesh and pushes you harder into the door before heading south.

He snickers when he sees the wet patch on your panties.

“You gettin’ wet cause of me, Kitten or cause I’m gonna fuck you where anyone can see?”

You were so distracted you didn’t realize your neighbors could look out their doors and see you getting fucked against yours.

“Ransom, let’s move inside.” You plead, pushing against the hulk of a man as he sits on his knees sniffing your panties. He licks a hot stripe up your clothed crotch making you gasp.

“This cunt ain’t going anywhere.” He snarls while sliding your panties down your legs.

He buries his face in your heat and drinks you down with prowess. He flicks your clit from side to side before taking the bud into his mouth and sucking hard.

Your fingers tug at his auburn locks and you grind your cunt against his face, instantly forgetting about the scandalous front door display.

He catches your gaze as he thrusts two fingers into your sodden core and groans. “That sure is a tight, cock hungry pussy.”

Your head lolls back against the door when he caresses the spongy muscle just behind your clit, tempting you closer with every thrust.

“Gonna come for me?” His beard glistens with your arousal. “Let me feel how tight this cunt can be.”

Another pass over that sensitive spot and you are done. Your body locks like a vice around his fingers as his mouth finds your clit and forces you to come with a ragged scream.

Sunshine beats against your skin as you catch your breath. Its warm haze mingles with the electricity in your veins until a dark shadow covers your body.

When you open your eyes, Ransom is standing at full height and pulling his length out before slowly stroking it to full mast. His cock is angry and red, the bulbous tip weeping desperately for attention.

“Best get used to havin’ your cunt stretched cause I’m not lettin’ you off my cock until I’ve had my fill.”

Ransom roughly grabs one of your legs and wraps it around his waist. His crown probes your petals just before he thrusts into your heat at a shockingly slow pace until he’s fully seated in you.

“Fuck.” He grunts when he bottoms out. You squeal and shift onto your toes as he cruelly nudges your cervix with his length.

“Feels fuckin’ unbelievable. Just like the first time.” He confesses with a sigh. He cants his hips and thrusts into you again only with more force, making you mewl.

“Too much cock for you? Hmm?” He mocks as your core swirls around him. “I can feel you milkin’ me already.”

Each drive of his hips has you writhing in pleasure. You claw at his cardigan, anxiously trying to keep your moans at bay.

“Why so quiet, Kitten? Do you not want your neighbors knowin’ how much of a cock slut you are?”

You clasp a hand over your mouth, desperate to quell your sobs as he endlessly drives his throbbing cock into your channel.

“No, no. Put that hand back around my neck.” He commands, his eyes dark and voracious as you acquiesce.

His girth fervidly spears into your warmth and your folds drag over his thick length. Never has a cock stretched your pussy so much. It makes your belly tumble from the gratifying assault as he forces your orgasm to spike.

Your limbs sizzle and heat blossoms in your core as you suddenly drag Ransom over the cliff with you.

His hips frantically pummel yours into the door as he chases his orgasm. His girth swells as he pumps his come into your womb. He doesn’t stop thrusting until his balls are empty and come is leaking down your thighs.

“Well, what’re the fuckin’ odds?” A deep, bemused voice cuts through the lustful haze sending you crashing back to earth. You cast an anxious glace over Ransom’s shoulder to find your handsome neighbor standing on the front stoop.

You’ve been friendly with the lawyer, bringing him baked goods and checking in on him from time to time. He was a lonely soul and you tried your best to remind him that he didn’t need to be.

You squirm under Ransom’s weight, desperate to close the door as Andy climbs the steps. “That you Drysdale?”

Ransom sighs in contentment and leans back on his heels in all his sinful glory. His cream covered cock slowly deflates as you scurry to cover your naked body with your tattered dress.

He turns to look at Andy. “In the flesh.” He cracks a smile at the man before tucking himself away. “What’re you doing here?”

Andy nods his head to the side, “I live next door.”

Ransom’s brows shoot up in amusement. “No shit. Those are some fuckin’ odds.”

Andy tries his best to look elsewhere as you cover up. He shakes his head and chuckles to himself, “Sorry, I heard a noise and got concerned.”

“Oh. Yeah.” You rub a hand nervously over your face before gesturing to Ransom and yourself. “I’m sorry you had to see this.”

He waves a hand dismissing your apology. “No. Don’t be. I was the one intruding.” He sends you a soft, crooked smile and it makes your heart skip a beat.

You take a step towards the kitchen wanting to break the uncomfortable silence and offer the men a glass of water. “Or did you want something stronger?”

Andy steps fully into your house and surveys the new surroundings. “I’m all set. Thanks though.”

Andy holds your eyes for a curious second before turning to Ransom and shutting the front door. “Told you she was sweet, didn’t I?”

Your brows knit together with nervous confusion as Ransom takes a foreboding step towards you.

Ransom’s voice is low and contemplative as he tugs at his beard, “That you did. That you did.”

“What does he mean by that?” Your lip trembles, realizing you couldn’t trust either man standing before you.

“Andy told me all about you during our meetings.” Ransom says with an eerie calm.

He deepens his voice, pretending to sound like Andy. “Pretty little helpless thing, right next door. Just begging to be taken care of.”

You hug yourself tight, backing up slowly until the couch hits the backs of your knees. They buckle, sending you collapsing onto the couch as the growing anxiety fills the pit of your stomach.

“Had no idea it was you though. That right there’s some sort of fucked up luck.” Ransom wickedly chuckles.

The two men stand on either side of you and share a sinister look that makes tears prick your eyes.

“Hows’a about you thank me for helping him, Honey.” Andy offers, his hands falling to his belt and he unfastens the leather. “It’s the neighborly thing to do.”

😬 who wants to thank Andy???? 🙌

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mjolnir-steve · 3 years

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If You Love Me, Let Me Hear You

Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader

Word count: 8120 (Am I okay???)

Summary: Ransom and reader are idiots in love, but they haven’t told each other that yet. Ransom lets himself be vulnerable for the first time.

Warnings: soft!Ransom, explicit language, explicit sexual content (18+ only!!!!! - sprinkle of praise kink, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex (m/f), vaginal fingering, mildly subby Ransom, squirting (oops), calling Ransom daddy but not full-blown daddy kink???), mention of loss of virginity, brief mention of insecurity in appearance, suggestive teasing, teeny bit of angst, too-sweet fluff bc I need it to survive... Please let me know if I missed anything!

This fic is extremely self-indulgent. I am plus-size, so I obviously wrote this envisioning myself as the reader. However, I kept the mention of size brief. I don’t think I’ve written anything hinting at race/ethnicity, so I really hope this is something all can enjoy.

Please see end for A/N. :) This is unbeta’d because I was afraid of chickening out of posting!!

Divider by @firefly-graphics!

You met Ransom Drysdale at an event at his grandfather Harlan’s estate celebrating the release of his latest novel. It was the first event you coordinated in your new position as Harlan’s assistant, and you were positive that everyone in the room could feel your anxiety rolling off of you in waves. In spite of your self-imposed “no alcohol at work functions” rule, you ordered an amaretto sour, figuring it wasn’t that strong, just syrupy sweet and enough to take off the edge. Ransom took one look at you from across the room and immediately decided you’d be going home with him that night. It physically pained you to say no to him, but you did, and for whatever reason, he didn’t give up. After a few weeks of showing up at the office and demanding your attention, he asked you on an actual date – out to dinner and a movie – and you said yes, unsure of what to expect.

Now you were waiting for Ransom to take you out on your first actual dinner date in ages. You’d been together for six months, but you could count the number of actual dates you shared on one hand. There had been three, and you slept with him after the third. You tried planning a few more after that, but those plans went out the window every time Ransom saw you all dolled up for him. He couldn’t keep his hands off you once you’d let him get a taste, and you didn’t mind that a bit; however, you did take issue with two hours of work on your makeup and outfit being smeared and discarded in a matter of minutes. So today, after breakfast, you insisted on celebrating six months together with a proper date.

“We can go to Dunkin’ for coffee and munchkins if you want, but we have to leave the bedroom at some point. I wanna celebrate!” You pouted a bit, sure that you looked ridiculous, but you had every intention of standing your ground. Good thing you had the kitchen counter behind you to back you up.

Ransom looked you up and down, his crystal blue eyes darkening to the prettiest navy. He put his hands on your waist, the cool metal of his pinky ring making you shiver as it came into contact with the sliver of exposed skin that managed to sneak out from underneath your sweater… Well, his sweater that he accidentally shrunk in the wash when you insisted he do the laundry himself for once. He leaned forward and kissed over your collarbone, up your neck, and stopped just below your ear, whispering, “But we already celebrated, pretty girl. You didn’t forget, did you? In the shower after we woke up…” He pressed into you, so close that you could feel him hardening against you.. “...on the couch while we waited for the scones to finish in the oven.” He nipped at your pulse point, and you hoped he didn’t hear your breath catch in your throat. “We can celebrate here in the kitchen right now...” He kissed you then, cupping your jaw with one hand and beginning to push down your shorts with the other.

You sighed into the kiss and you almost gave in, but you came to your senses in the brief moment when his lips left yours, lungs in search of air. You pushed him off of you and yelled, “NOPE!” He tried to cage you against the counter again, but you ran around the kitchen island, putting a ridiculous amount of solid marble between you. You held back a laugh when you realized how unhinged you must have looked holding the dough-covered rolling pin you used while baking this morning. “You buy me all these beautiful dresses and all this gorgeous jewelry, and I never get to wear any of it anywhere,” you said, a little too calmly while waving the rolling pin in his face, as if it were anywhere near as threatening as those knives in Harlan’s office. “Just a few hours. That’s all I ask.”

He put his hands up in defeat. You thought you’d won until he bit his lip and raised his eyebrow, and you knew you were in some kind of trouble since he reserved the single-eyebrow raise for those moments, the ones when he formulated his most sinful plans for you and your body. “Fine. Dinner is all about you, but what we do after? That’s all about me.”

You tapped your finger against your chin, pretending to think about it but knowing your pussy already agreed to this deal. Traitor. “Fair, I guess. If you sweep me off my feet at dinner, then we can do whatever you want when we come home.”

Ransom had started rolling his eyes at you, but his face visibly softened a bit when he heard you call his house home. He walked around the island and stood in front of you, smiling like an idiot when he leaned in towards you. He jerked backward with a soft chuckle, easing the rolling pin out of your hand and onto the tabletop before taking your face in both of his hands and giving you the sweetest, deepest kiss, like some kind of Disney prince. With a soft peck to the corner of your mouth, he pulled away from you enough to see your dumbstruck face, stroking your cheek with his thumb before kissing the tip of your nose. “What was that you said about sweeping you off your feet?”

His cocky grin burst the bubble you were floating in, and you quickly came back down to earth, lightly smacking his shoulder. “You’ll have to do more than that, Hugh.” Your laugh bordered on a cackle when his jaw dropped at your use of his given name, so formal that most people didn’t even know it. With that, you took the stairs two at a time and settled into your seat at the vanity he’d had built for you so you could get ready for what could be either the most romantic or the most heartbreaking night of your life.

Ransom always told you he didn’t think you needed makeup, but you weren’t going to let your extensive collection go to waste. You settled on keeping your base simple and going all out with a neutral smokey eye. You contemplated wearing red lipstick and decided against it, pressing your thighs together at the memory of how it stained the sheets last time you wore it, when he pounded you into the mattress, your screams and moans stifled by your pillow. You couldn’t seem to get your eyeliner right, and that’s when you realized your hands were shaking.

You were in love with Ransom, and you wanted to tell him tonight. Although your relationship wasn’t traditional by any means, you knew you had gotten closer to Ransom than anyone else ever had – members of his own family included. His demeanor was caustic at best, and your friends didn’t understand why you were with him, even though he treated you like a princess in public just as much as he did in private – maybe even more so, since he couldn’t let a second go by without reminding the world you were his. His family (apart from Harlan, and maybe his cousin Meg) loathed you and made sure you knew it, taking every opportunity to call you a gold-digger and pull Ransom away from your side to introduce you to some heiress or other.

Over the last six months, you and Ransom had shared almost as many heartfelt conversations as you did orgasms. He told you he loved to write, but he was too scared to try to publish. He feared Harlan would be accused of nepotism and he never would be able to make his own name mean something. After a few weeks, you confided in him that he was your first, and he was almost angry that you didn’t tell him beforehand so that he could’ve made it special for you. Then in typical Ransom fashion, he remarked, “I’m impressed you took all of me on your first try.” You gasped and smacked his cheek, feigning disgust and failing to hold in your giggles.

Another night, he told you that his mother Linda became “annoyed” with his childhood pet cat and gave it away one day while he was at school – that’s why he didn’t want another pet now, even though he lived in his own house. You shared that even though you were working on your master’s in publishing, you truly wanted nothing more than to be a stay-at-home mom one day, that you craved domesticity, having dinner on the table when your husband came home. He furrowed his brows at that. “Isn’t that, like, the opposite of feminism?”

You countered that it’s different when a woman stays home because she wants to do it, not because it’s expected of her. He said he would love to come home to you every day, whether you had dinner on the table or not.

Most recently, he shared that he started learning Spanish with Rosetta Stone so that he could take you on your dream vacation throughout all of Spain and not be embarrassed. He blushed and the conversation ended there, with you kissing him so hard he regretted not telling you sooner.

You chose a black midi dress Ransom bought you two months ago for your birthday. It was long-sleeved and not too low-cut. It fit you perfectly. The material was soft and slinky, but not so much that it would give away the surprise underneath, a lacy matching set you knew he’d love.

You always worried about your tummy in outfits like this, but you knew Ransom would worship you no matter what you wore (or didn’t wear, for that matter). He reminded you, enthusiastically and repeatedly, that he wanted his hands full of your body. The first time he begged you to sit on his face – yes, Hugh Ransom Drysdale begged for something – you told him you were afraid you would suffocate him.

“1. That’s practically impossible, sweetheart. 2. I can’t imagine a better way to go. About to cum with my mouth full of you and my head in between your perfect thighs? Murder me. Fucking do it. I’m telling Harlan to use this in his next book.” Cheeks warming at the memory, you finally slipped on your favorite strappy burgundy heels and walked downstairs, more anxious than you’d ever been, afraid you wouldn’t be able to stomach the food at dinner.

If Ransom’s jaw could have been on the floor, it would have. The same could be said for you, taking in the sight of your godlike boyfriend. His dark hair was carefully coiffed away from his face, drawing attention to his long, even darker eyelashes. So unfair. He wore a pair of gray wool slacks, pressed to perfection, with black bit-loafers and a burgundy sweater which emphasized how flushed his own cheeks were at the moment. His sweater matched your shoes exactly, and you marveled at how he always read your mind. He took your hand, helping you down the last few steps, and twirled you around once you reached the bottom. He spun you in close to him, and like something out of a movie, he revealed the bouquet of pink peonies he’d been hiding behind his back and dipped you, dropping a short kiss to your lips. “Happy anniversary, baby.” He pulled you back up against him, kissing you again and somehow managing not to crush the flowers.

You thought you might say it right then and there, but he left you both speechless and breathless. Everything he was doing and saying indicated he felt the same, but you were still so afraid he didn’t, all too aware of how guarded he could be. You opted to enjoy the evening a bit before potentially dropping a bomb you wouldn’t be able to defuse. “Ran, thank you. They’re beautiful.” You kissed his freshly-shaven cheek, giggling as he tried to get you to kiss him on the lips instead. You couldn’t resist, and you let him kiss you until you felt his tongue attempting to gain access to your mouth. “Enough. We’ll never leave at this rate,” you chided, kissing him on the cheek once more before turning around to look for a vase. You were shocked to find he’d already left a vase filled with water on the counter. How had you failed to notice that, and why was he being so thoughtful, so charming?

Little did you know, Ransom was questioning if he was doing too much? Not enough? He hoped you wouldn’t notice his hands shaking as he took the flowers back from you, quickly trimming the stems and arranging them neatly in the vase. He had watched Fran do it at Harlan’s several times, and he hoped he was doing it right and not killing them. He noticed you watching him and could feel himself blushing for the second time in as many minutes. Your attempts to look away from him were futile, your eyes involuntarily fixed upon the way his thick thighs and round ass filled out his tailor-made slacks. You nearly got on your knees, but this date was your idea, after all. Instead, you opted to take the vase from him and move it to the windowsill. “You never did say where we’re going, Ran.”

It took everything in him not to spoil the surprise, that he reserved your preferred table at your favorite restaurant the next town over. You regularly ordered takeout from there, but Ransom had never actually been, so even he was looking forward to going. He also arranged the menu beforehand knowing if he didn’t, you would spend entirely too much time trying to make a decision and not enough time letting him make you laugh. He even asked them to make your favorite cake for the two of you since he knew it always sold out earlier in the day. He smiled at you, and you knew he had no intentions of telling you where he was taking you.

“It’s cute that you think the grandson of a mystery writer wouldn’t keep you in suspense..” He winked at you, moving to open the door for you. Biting back a smile, you rolled your eyes as you walked past him. He locked the front door quickly, wanting to get ahead of you and open the passenger door of the Beemer. Ransom was always softer with you than he was with anyone else, but he was taking it to the next level tonight. He was never cruel to you like he was to his exceedingly vicious family, but he also didn’t shy away from the odd sarcastic response. If anything, he was only guilty of teasing you, most often when you were begging him, sexually or otherwise. He hoped you had no idea how the butterflies in his stomach that first appeared when he saw you walking down the stairs were currently conspiring to make him vomit out of the sheer panic he felt, sure that he was about to royally fuck this up.

Ransom was in love with you. This was the first time he ever felt so strongly about anyone, and it made him sick because he felt undeserving of you. He wasn’t sure he even felt love for his family, apart from his grandfather. He had dated before you, but he wasn’t one for relationships, definitely not exclusive ones. But there was something about you, and he knew from the second he spotted you at that release party six months ago that he wouldn’t be able to live without you. He was drawn to you immediately. At first, he thought he just wanted to fuck you, but you turned him down when other women would have fallen to their knees. Normally, rejection would have pissed him off, quickly moving on to the next pretty thing to catch his eye. To his surprise, he found himself wanting to get to know you - the sex would just be a bonus.

You had him wrapped around your finger after one date, totally whipped after two, and you didn’t even know it. Then you spent the night with him after your third date, letting him take you apart with his mouth, his fingers, his cock, and he asked himself what it would be like to have you every night for the rest of your lives. And later, when you told him he was your first? Initially, he was disappointed, even upset, that you didn’t give him the opportunity to be more gentle, more careful. He got past that quickly enough when he realized it turned him on a lot, not because he was a perv who relished ruining virgins or some shit like that, but because you wanted him enough, trusted him enough, to share that experience with him. His family barely trusted him to remember to feed his grandfather’s dogs, and you were willing to give him your body, letting him be the first and only person ever to make you cum and you let him do it about five more times that night.

All of this led Ransom to this moment, white-knuckling the steering wheel as he reversed out of the driveway. He wanted to tell you how he felt; you deserved someone who could give you that, shouting it from the rooftops by day and whispering it in your ear by night. He was in near agony, frightened to say those three words for the first time to a person and not his favorite sweater or his car, unsure if you felt the same. He wanted to believe you did, that this wasn’t just some sort of weirdly intimate exclusive fuck-buddy set-up where you didn’t actually want him as much as he wanted you, all of you. It had only been six months, and he was wildly inexperienced in the emotions department, but the way he craved you assured him that there was no way he could ever let you go. With all of that on his mind, he wasn’t certain he’d be able to tell you tonight, but he sincerely wished with all of his liquor-soaked heart that he could show you, at the very least. You could sense that he was lost in his own head and reached over to lace your fingers with his, pulling his right hand down to rest in your lap. He looked at you for a moment and gave you a tiny, shy smile, quickly returning his eyes to the road.

You squealed when Ransom pulled into the parking lot at the restaurant, thankful that you chose to skip lunch, both to leave room for dinner and to avoid feeling sick with nerves. Ransom walked around to open your door and offered you his hand to help you out of the car. “I don’t believe I actually told you how breathtakingly stunning you look tonight. I’m the luckiest man in the world.” He kissed your hand that he was still holding as you smoothed your dress with the other. He shut the door behind you and moved to take your arm in his to walk you inside.

“You didn’t. I must look good if I somehow rendered a Thrombey speechless,” you grinned .He laughed at that, kissing you on the cheek. You stopped walking, turning to face him. “Seriously, what’s gotten into you? Have I made you soft, Drysdale? It’s been thirty minutes and you haven’t even cursed.” You smiled at him, eyes crinkling with amusement. He panicked for a moment before he realized you were only teasing him. He really thought for a moment that all of his efforts were for naught, that you thought it was overkill.

He tried to play it cool, leaning forward to bring his lips to your ear. Lowering his voice, he whispered, “I’m saving that for when we get home from this expensive-ass date, baby.” The tone of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, straight to your core. You’d be lying if you said your panties were still dry. He moved back, grabbing both of your hands and looking at you with a bright smile and a wink. You laughed and closed the distance between you, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks and kiss him, innocently at first. You turned it into an almost-messy, open-mouthed, tongue-filled kiss, ending it with a quick peck before it got too out of control. He looked wrecked already, cheeks flushing (again) and chest slightly heaving. Perhaps it was a not-great decision on his part in wearing his grey slacks since you could see the outline of his soon-to-be painfully obvious erection forming. He let out a deep breath and took your hand in his, walking you into the restaurant.

Dinner was perfect, and the conversation between the two of you flowed as easily and sweetly as your favorite wine of which Ransom had ensured there’d be plenty. When you’d finished your meal, though, he seemed distant, sending the odd text and checking his phone in a way that was anything but discreet. The waiter asked if you were ready for dessert and you requested a moment to decide.

You reached across the table and put your hand over Ransom’s, imploring him to put down his phone. “I’m not sure if you’ve already arranged dessert, but I made you something at home if you don’t mind taking this to go?” His eyes widened, and you couldn’t quite discern his expression. He bit his lip, looking down toward his phone, and you realized he was nervous as he quickly sent another text. You scooted toward him in the rounded booth, lightly placing one hand on his thigh and gently squeezing his hand with your other. “Is everything okay, Ran?”

He placed his other hand on top of yours and smiled at you, but his voice was uncharacteristically shaky when he spoke. “Everything’s perfect. I just have another surprise for you at home that’s being set up while we’re here. I wanted to make sure it’s all done before we get back. I didn’t mean to worry you.” He kissed you on the cheek, his gentleness bewildering you further. “Dessert at home sounds great.” He asked the waiter to wrap up your leftovers, including the cake you hadn’t yet tasted. After placing a rather large wad of bills on the table, he stood up and extended his hand to you to help you to your feet.

“So when you said you made dessert… Did you mean actual dessert, or was that a euphemism for sex? Because I’ve been rock hard since that kiss on the way in, and I think I deserve a reward for not simply having my way with you in the restroom.” Ransom looked at you from the driver’s seat with wide eyes, hopeful yet suggestive, as he lifted your hand to kiss it with his perfect pink lips.

You smirked at him then, making the decision to toy with him. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” You moved your hand still entwined with his down to his lap, gently applying pressure where he so desperately craved it. Satisfied with the clipped moan that slipped from his mouth, you continued, slowly, barely rubbing him through his pants. “I do appreciate that, though – that you kept your hands to yourself like that, handsome.” You felt his hand squeeze yours, and you knew it was taking everything in him not to pull over and fuck you on the side of the road. You could feel the wetness beginning to pool in your panties. Maybe it was a bad idea, but emboldened by the way he was reacting to your words, you decided to push him even further. You leaned over and gently pressed your lips to the side of his neck, purring in his ear, “Only good boys get to have dessert, and you’ve been so good for me tonight.”

You’d begun to suspect your boyfriend had a bit of a praise kink a few weeks ago when you jokingly called him a good boy after he proudly informed you that he did all of the dishes by hand and didn’t use the dishwasher or leave them for the maid. The words left your mouth, and his pupils dilated before he quickly cleared his throat and left the room, so you decided to hold onto that card and play it the next time you really wanted something from him. Tonight was that night. You actually did make dessert for him, and you wanted him to at least see it before he locked the two of you in the bedroom for the night. He turned his whole body to look at you like he just won the fucking lottery, and you felt the car accelerate the slightest bit. Using your free hand to pinch his chin, you directed him to face forward once more. “Eyes on the road now, Ran.”

Ransom practically ripped the keys out of the ignition when he pulled into the driveway. The second you unbuckled your seatbelt, you thought he might tear the passenger door off the hinges as he reached in to scoop you up bridal-style. He kicked the door closed and started running toward the house with you in his arms, holding on tightly to his neck and squealing in excitement. He stopped in front of the door and adjusted the way he held you, wrapping your legs around his waist and supporting you with one arm as he scrambled to turn the key in the lock. The front door closed with a slam that surely shook the house as he made his way toward the stairs up to his bedroom. Was it your bedroom, too? Your own apartment essentially served as a storage unit at this point. You shook your head to yourself. You could think about that another time.

You came to your senses when you heard the creak of the first step under Ransom’s foot. “Wait, Ran, put me down!”

He stopped with one foot in mid-air, ready to take the next step. He pressed his forehead to yours, whining, “Whaaat, Y/N? You’re torturing me, beautiful.”

You tried to soothe him, scratching through the hair at the back of his neck as you warily placed your feet on the ground. “I really did make dessert for you, Ransom,” you pouted.

Of course you made dessert, Ransom thought. You were perfect in every way, and every single thing you’d done that day replayed in his head, reminding him that this had to be too good to last, that you were too good for him. Without thinking, he clapped his hand across his face, dramatically stretching his features downwards. “Can you at least let me blow your back out first? I’m in pain over here.” He waved his hands around in the vicinity of his glaring boner, looking like an air traffic controller. He’d made up his mind that you certainly would not stick around if and when he worked up the courage to say those three words, those eight letters, that made his stomach flip in truly unbearable discomfort, so he was on a mission to feel you around him, on top of him, underneath him one last time.

To his surprise, you scrunched your nose at him in the adorable way you always did when he made an overtly sexual comment. You reached out for his hand and led him to the kitchen. “Just let me show you before we go upstairs. I don’t mind if we eat it later, but I’m proud of this one. I made it just for you, honey.” Ransom knew you loved to bake. In fact, one of his favorite things was watching you sing and dance around the kitchen as you experimented, sugar, butter, flour everywhere. He wondered to himself when you had time to make dessert without his noticing. “Close your eyes for a sec. No peeking.” He watched you spin around toward the fridge before he covered his eyes with one large hand, the other resting on the countertop. “Open.” If your smile were any wider, your face would have split in half.

Ransom raised an eyebrow at the dish before looking back at you. “Cheesecake? What’s on top?”

You let out a deep breath. “Okay, so…” You tried to channel Vanna White, showcasing your creation with dramatic hand gestures. “I present to you… brown sugar bourbon cheesecake with… Drum roll, please, Ransom.” His cackle was cut short by the realization that you were completely serious. He did as you instructed, moving towards you to tap your hips in place of a snare drum. “... Biscoff cookie crust. I crumbled some on top, too. I snuck down here after you fell asleep last night so it would have plenty of time to set.”

Ransom felt the sting of tears in his eyes and quickly lowered his head to blink them away before you could see. He couldn’t imagine what he ever did to deserve you, this beautiful woman in front of him who found the most thoughtful, unbelievable ways to make him feel so special. In that instant, he let himself believe that maybe you loved him, too. Why else would you sacrifice your own sleep? Why else would you work so hard? Remember his favorite things and venture to find some way to combine them into what would, no doubt, be the most delicious thing he’d ever eaten besides you? This night was chipping away at his walls to the point where they might crumble, and for the first time, he thought maybe he was okay with that.

He hugged you then, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around. He peppered kisses all over your face, ending with an unexpectedly sweet kiss to your lips. You thought you saw tears glistening in his eyes, but you didn’t say anything. “Thank you so much, baby. This is so thoughtful. You’re too good to me.” Something shifted in the air between you two, and you could tell he was not going to cut a slice of the dessert anytime soon, so you turned around in his arms to put it away. He leaned over you, growling in your ear from behind, “I can’t wait to share some with you in our bed.” He kissed your shoulder and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, unknowingly answering your earlier question as to whether or not the bedroom was yours, too. The warm sensation in your chest was almost too much to bear, but you didn’t want it to go away.

You placed the dish in the refrigerator and shut the door, turning around in his arms. “Now,” you hiked one leg up on his hip, “I believe you said something about blowing my back out, honey.” His hands moved down from your waist to support your ass, prompting you to wrap your other leg around his narrow waist, your arms around his thick neck, decidedly your new favorite method of transportation.

Ransom took the stairs two at a time, anxious to see how Fran and Marta did with his request. “Close your eyes for me, baby?” He kissed your forehead, lips lingering for a moment as he watched your lashes flutter before he opened the bedroom door.

He smiled when he opened the door, taking in the view and the sweet scent of all of the candles and flowers. He texted Marta and Fran while you’d been getting ready, asking if they could pick up several dozen roses and candles to decorate the room before you got home from dinner. Neither of them ever had considered Ransom to be so romantic and were more than willing to help when he mentioned it was your anniversary. He smiled, satisfied with the job they’d done, making a mental note to Venmo them double what he sent initially.

Ransom placed you down on the floor, holding onto your waist from behind and pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Open.”

You couldn’t believe how beautiful your bedroom looked, covered in red and pink rose petals and bathed in the warm glow of the candlelight. “Oh, Ransom,” you gasped. You looked around for another moment, noticing the bed was made with the new duvet and sheets you’d been looking at online a few weeks ago. “This is too much.”

He turned you around to face him and kissed you, short and sweet. “Baby, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do enough for you.”

You looked up at him and smiled, eyes shiny with tears yet to fall. “I thought dessert was supposed to be all about you?” You placed your hands on his chest, relishing the feel of his heart beating faster at your touch.

“This is for both of us.” Smooth as ever, he reached behind your back to unzip your dress. “You get the girly, dreamy set-up, and I get to admire how sexy you are in this light.”

Your dress dropped to the floor and he helped you step out of it, picking it up and neatly laying it over the back of your chair. You were already wet, and this simple act of taking such care with you, with your clothes, only ruined your panties further. You stood with your hands on your hips, slightly flexing your biceps forward to maximize the appearance of your cleavage.

“Are you implying that I’m not sexy in other lights, Ransom?” You bit your lip so he’d know you were just playing, afraid to tease too, too much since he seemed so on edge.

His mouth hung open wide as he looked you up and down, arms reaching forward to run his hands up and down your sides before resting low on your hips. Ransom stepped back and took one of your hands in his, using his other hand to prompt you to turn around for him before pulling you in for another kiss. “That is actually the exact opposite of what I’m thinking, pretty girl.” He continued admiring you, sneakily slipping his fingers beneath the waistline of your panties. “You know this color on you drives me crazy, right?”

You smiled and nodded as he moved his fingers lower, gathering your wetness with a feather-light touch that made you pant. He groaned when he easily slipped two thick fingers inside you and met no resistance, a fresh rush of your slick leaking down his hand.

“Well, fuck me. Jesus, baby.” You whimpered at the loss of his fingers, but your eyes widened as you watched him suck on his fingers, lapping your juices from his skin. When he was finished, you pressed the length of your body to his, backing him into the wall behind him.

“That’s the goal, daddy.” You felt his cock twitch in his pants as you tightened your fingers in his hair, forcing his mouth open with a gasp, granting your tongue access to taste yourself on his lips.

You never thought you would address a man other than your father as daddy until you were with Ransom. He was your first and only, so when he commanded that you “cum all over daddy’s cock” the first time you slept together, you did just that. From that point forward, you only ever called him that in bed, figuring it was just what he liked. It wasn’t necessarily your kink, but pleasing Ransom definitely was. Whether or not you were in the bedroom, it was a surefire way to get what you wanted.

Six months later, here you were, confidently sinking to your knees and unzipping his tented slacks. You were so nervous the first time you offered to suck your boyfriend off, but he was understanding, assuring you it was okay if you weren’t ready. His tenderness only motivated you, and you probably should’ve known then that you held his inexperienced heart in your hands.

Still pressed against the wall, Ransom gazed at you with a mix of lust and adoration, in disbelief that he managed to find you and that you willingly stayed with him. He let out a thin wheeze as you finally rid him of his briefs, planting a kiss below his belly button before your lips traveled south. “Baby, please, I need you.”

You smiled up at him, nuzzling your cheek against his thigh. “Who’s got you so needy tonight, daddy?” you whispered as you nipped along his perfectly defined Adonis belt. He pulled his sweater off in a frenzy, the sight of his naked form causing your walls to clench around nothing.

“You, pretty girl. Always you. Only you,” he whined, reaching down to cup your cheek as your eyes met his.

Ransom already looked gone, eyes hooded and sweat glistening on his forehead, his chest. You weren’t sure how long you’d last, and he’d barely touched you yet.

You hummed in response, then kissed the leaking head of his cock before swallowing the length of him. You bobbed your head back and forth, taking him as deep as you could. His moans grew higher in pitch with each movement inside your throat, and you squeezed your thighs together to relieve the ache between them. His hips bucked forward of their own accord until you brought a hand to his tummy, holding him still. You pulled off of him with a wet pop, a noise that in any other situation might gross you out but only served to turn you on further while you were on your knees.

“Patience, daddy.” You rose to your feet, kissing your way up his body. You leaned on him for support as you removed your heels. Once you were finished, Ransom surged forward, capturing your swollen lips with his, frantically licking his way inside your mouth, inevitably tasting himself on your tongue. You feverishly kissed him back, providing the closeness he needed to reach around and undo the clasp of your bra. He managed to toss your bra onto your vanity before ducking his head to pay your pebbled nipples some well-deserved attention. You cradled the back of his head, carding your fingers through his hair as you pressed his face to your tits.

Another wave of arousal damn near gushed from your core, prompting you to put an end to Ransom’s ministrations. “Take me to bed?”

Ransom squeezed your ass before giving it a quick tap. You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist while he laughed at your enthusiasm, laying you down in the middle of the bed before removing your completely-drenched panties.

“I’d venture to say this is the wettest you’ve ever been, baby.”

You felt heat rising in your cheeks in response to his comment. “Well, what are you waiting for?” You grinned at him before pulling him down on top of you, eager to feel him inside you at last.

“Baby, slow down,” he gasped, breath ragged. He kneeled over you, reaching for the nightstand where he kept the condoms. You grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to your lips, kissing his open palm. Ransom inhaled sharply, waiting for you to speak.

Although your pupils were blown, your eyes were soft, searching his face. “I just wanna feel you, Rans–”

Ransom’s brows rose high on his forehead, but in what emotion, you were unsure. Now you were afraid you’d done something wrong, even though you didn’t do it on purpose.

“–I mean, daddy. Please.” You searched his face for any indication of what he was thinking, but he was giving you nothing.

Ransom was overwhelmed. No one had called him by his actual name during sex ever. Even his first girlfriend stuck to calling him “baby” or “handsome” after he clapped a hand over her mouth when she started to say his name. Once he was a bit older, he preferred “sir” or “daddy”. But then you came along, thawing out the block of ice in his chest where his heart always was meant to be. And you were telling him to fuck you raw? Another thing he’d never done with anyone else, wanting to be somewhat safe since he used to sleep around so much.

“Please say something,” you murmured, bringing him back out of his own head.

He leaned down, cupping your cheek and pressing his forehead to yours. “Are you sure that’s what you want, baby?” he prodded, voice laced with warm concern.

“I’m so sure.” You stroked the apple of his cheek with your thumb, smiling when he relaxed at your touch. “You’re the only person I’ve ever been with, and you haven’t been with anyone besides me in all this time.”

The corner of his mouth turned upwards, showing off one of his dimples that would make you weak in the knees if you weren’t lying down already. “But you’re not on birth control, baby. Please don’t feel like you have to do thi–”

Pulling his face to yours, you kissed him hard. “–No, I’m not, but I’ve been tracking my cycle. We should be fine.” His eyes fluttered shut as you kissed him once more. You waited for him to open his eyes so you could look into them.

“I trust you.”

Ransom looked like the heart-eyes emoji; he had never heard those words in his life – not from family, not from friends. He kissed you again, sloppily, hungrily.

“If you change your mind, promise you’ll tell me?”

“I won’t change my mind, but I promise.”

Another kiss, gentler this time, made your head spin. It was different from any other kiss you’d shared, emotional and full of something you were hesitant to name. He lined himself up with your entrance, coating himself in your slick before pushing into you slowly.

“OhmyfuckingGOD,” he hissed as you adjusted to his thickness, your walls involuntarily tightening around him. “You feel so amazing, baby. I’m not gonna last long. Fuck.”

The sensation of his cock inside you was similar to the usual, but so much more intense. Ransom began to move, and you could feel each vein dragging against you with every thrust. Open-mouthed kisses along your throat left you panting. You were a pliant, fucked-out mess as he moved his hips with more intention, his tip hitting the spot that made you see stars.

“Ransom, please,” you screamed as one thrust in particular had you arching your back, pushing your chest into his.

Your eyes flew open as you tried to assess the damage you’d done. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Ransom slowed his pace. “Don’t be sorry, pretty girl.” He kissed your tears away as quickly as they came. “I’ve never let anyone call me by my actual name in bed before.” He smiled sweetly at you as he continued moving inside you, each stroke somehow more tender than the last. “Say it again, Y/N. Tell me who’s making you feel this good.”

You cried out as he began to circle your clit with his thumb. “You are, Ransom. Always. Make. Me. Feel. So. Good.” He punctuated each word with a perfectly-angled thrust.

You were so fucking close, and Ransom began to lose his rhythm, not far behind you. “Please, Ransom, make me cum.” You sounded pathetic, needing your release in the worst way. His hips snapped violently against yours, pushing you up the bed.

“Louder, baby. Scream my name when I make you cum.” Using his index and middle fingers together, he rubbed your clit harshly at lightning speed, making you choke on air as you fell apart.

His name left your mouth like a wail, volume so high that, if he had neighbors, they’d probably call the cops. Ransom continued fucking you through it, losing all control at the feeling of you squirting all over him.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Ransom moved to pull out of you, planning to finish on your chest, but you crossed your legs behind him, pulling him right back in.

“Baby, please, I need to cum.” He pressed his face into your neck as he struggled to delay his climax.

Hugging him tightly, you kissed the top of his head before pushing him up to his knees, straddling him. “I know, baby, I know. I want you, all of you. I always will.” You snaked a hand down his back to grab at his ass, urging him impossibly deeper inside you. “Come on, Ransom. Please give it to me.”

He came with a roar, biting into your shoulder. The feeling of his cum filling you up was unlike anything you’d felt before, but not unwelcome by any means, and triggered another orgasm of your own, milking him thoroughly. You held each other, sobbing wordlessly as you came down from your simultaneous highs, eventually collapsing in a puddle of loose limbs.

You weren’t sure if minutes or hours had passed, you were so out of it, floating on the most blissful cloud. Ransom began to stir, kissing from your chest to your collarbone, from your throat to your jaw, before finally ending once again at your lips. You winced as he pulled out of you, the feeling of his spend leaking from your core unfamiliar and a little unpleasant. Ransom laid next to you, tucking your head under his chin and folding you into his embrace.

“Ransom?”

He smiled sleepily, unable to get enough of your voice saying his name with so much affection. “Yeah, pretty girl?” He held you tighter.

“Why did you let me say your name tonight?”

He shuffled down to face you, lifting your chin with his finger. He figured it was now or never.

“Because I love you, Y/N. You’re the only person who’s ever believed I could be a good man. You encourage me to be the man I want to be, not the man you want me to be or the man everyone else seems to think I should be. You’ve never tried to change me. I’ve only changed because I wanted to. I wanted to be better for you.”

You felt tears spilling down your cheeks, now that your boyfriend had confirmed you had nothing to be afraid of, after all. He felt the same way, and your heart was going to beat right out of your chest.

“And you make me happy,” he continued. “I love your laugh and the way you somehow always know what I want for breakfast. I love how you sing in the shower, then pretend you didn’t. I love how you let me be the little spoon on my bad days and when I’m drunk. I love that you read to me when I can’t fall asleep. I love your heart and your mind and your laugh. Everything. I love everything about you.”

The terrified look on Ransom’s face didn’t last long. It couldn’t – not when you were rolling on top of him to pull him into your millionth kiss of the night.

“I love you, too, Ransom. So fucking much. I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long now.”

The two of you held each other and cried, in need of emotional release following such an intense physical one.

With another peck to your lips, Ransom untangled himself from you, going to the en suite bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean you up. His touch was soothing, careful around your most sensitive areas. He discarded the cloth in the hamper before leaving the room again. You wondered where he went, but you could hardly keep your eyes open.

A few moments later, you felt something cold against your mouth. Opening your eyes, you found Ransom sitting next to you with a plated slice of cheesecake, holding a fork up to your face. You laughed, sitting up before taking a bite.

“I really outdid myself, didn’t I?”

“Absolutely, baby. This is fucking incredible.”

You brushed a crumb away from the corner of his mouth. “I think we should make post-orgasm cheesecake a permanent thing.”

Ransom placed the now-empty plate on his nightstand, getting under the covers with you. “I know we should make it a permanent thing.” He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your back.

“I love you, Ransom. I hope we’re a permanent thing,” you whispered into his chest.

He looked down at you before kissing the tip of your nose and holding you tighter. “I love you, too, pretty girl. I know we’re a permanent thing.”

A/N: This fic is actually the reason I started this blog. I used to write fic years ago and stopped writing, fic or otherwise, for quite some time. Earlier this year, I started to venture into reading fic again and found some incredible authors here. I had submitted these asks (1, 2, 3) to Christy (@chrissquares), knowing she loved Ransom as much as I do, and her responses inspired me to create a new blog and get back to writing.

I’ve been working on this since the end of May when I sent in these asks, and I think this is as ready as I’ll ever be to share it. Thank you so much for the inspiration, Christy! I’m so happy to be writing again, and I hope people can enjoy this (much longer than planned) story. 🥺

As always, comments and reblogs are so appreciated.

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andysbubba · 3 years

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four's company

-> it was stupid to flirt around knowing ari's had his eyes on you the whole time. it was stupid(er) to think that there wouldn't be any consequences.

Warnings: STRICTLY 18+ ONLY. 883 words of just smut, ari being a ruthless, mean daddy, ransom being a huge tease and andy trying his best to be mean to you. also other filth such as face slapping (!!!), pussy spanking, choking, degradation, 'slut'. oh yeah this is definitely my filthiest short fic as of this moment. oh did I also mention that this is a foursome?

Author's note: ++ This is my submission for the Shameless Hoes For Chris 2021 Challenge hosted by @navybrat817 and @stargazingfangirl18 !

prompts: CEO(s) AU

"You'll be lucky if you can sit for a week by the time I'm we're done with you."

"It's cute that you think you have a choice."

characters: Andy Barber, Ari Levinson and Ransom Drysdale [but make them the Thrombey brothers]

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You had no idea how you ended up here. Skin bare against the cold, chill air. Your skin pebbled, goosebumps forming as your head falls back against Ransom’s chest.

Them— the top three of New York’s most eligible bachelors, the three heirs to Thrombey Enterprises. It’s a wonder how you’ve completely caught the eye of the three brothers- Ari, Ransom and Andy. They’ve played you right into the palm of their hands, and you’ve never truly left.

You could feel Ari’s stare, his gaze heavy as he stands in front of the massive bed. The oldest Thrombey in the room is set on punishing you.

And he’s got his brothers to do his dirty work for him.

Andy climbs up the bed, settling right beside you, fingers inching towards where you need him the most. Ransom’s holding your legs apart with his own thick thighs, one hand holding your wrists behind you as he kisses down your jaw. It’s a filthy sight— you shiver at the thought of Ari and Andy having a clear view of your dripping cunt.

“You made Ari mad, sweetheart,” Andy drawls, leaning in as he presses his lips against yours, before the kisses trail down your neck and to your collarbones. “What shall we do about that?”

Your hips shifts in Ransom’s lap, itching for the slightest bit of friction. “Please. ‘m sorry, Ari.” You whine hopelessly.

“Shoulda thought about that before you went on and flirt with some nobody right in front of me, huh?” Ari’s got a sinister look on his face, one that sends shivers running down your spine.

“Pretty girl,” You could practically feel Ransom’s smirk against your skin. “You just had to be so greedy.” His fingers runs up to your breasts, tweaking your nipples with his thumb as his tongue brushes over your ear. He pinches the bud between his fingers, pulling hard enough just to make you putty in his hands. “The three of us ain’t enough for ya?”

“Ran—” Your whine was cut off by your own whimper as Ransom tugged on your nipples just as he gently nibbles on your ear.

Andy’s hands is everywhere, but never where you were actually desperate for his touch. “How are we gonna get this through your pretty little head, sweetheart?” His hands grips your jaw, forcing your cheeks to squish and somehow making you feel even more powerless and pathetic under them. “You’re ours.”

“Please, Andy.” Usually, your doe eyes and that soft tone would’ve been enough to make Andy just a little less ruthless.

As tempting as it was, Andy’s made a promise to his big brother to not give in to you.

Andy tilts his head as he gazes up at you, a sinful smirk forming on his lips as he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt. He'd already loosened up the top two buttons earlier on. "It's cute that you think you have a choice." He wraps his arms under your thighs, pulling you down a little lower down the bed in a split second before he’s spreading your legs wider. Andy’s lips curl at the sight. “Look at that, Ari. The slut's fuckin' soaked.”

Ransom lets go of your wrists, only to bring his fingers towards your cunt, exposing your parts even more to his brothers. Your cheeks burn in shame at how they glance down at you, but you barely registered it when there’s two loud cracks— closely followed by a sharp pain on your pussy.

Your hips jerk, whimpering at the pain as you fisted the sheets. “Fuck!”

“Awh, I can feel your pussy drippin’, angel.” Ransom mutters, fake sympathy in his tone even though he’s reveling in your pain.

Your hand reaches down, fingers wrapping around his wrists, a weak attempt to push him away. A low moan leaves your lips at the sharp pain laced with pleasure as he drops a few more consecutive hits. You felt the pain of Ransom’s rings directly hitting your clit every single time before you even registered the next slap.

“Harder, Ransom.” Ari orders. You don’t even have to open your eyes to know that he never took his eyes off you.

“No— no more, please, daddy. ‘m sorry,” Your fingers dig into Ransom’s thigh, hips writhing against the sheets as you try to shift away from his palm.

Ari comes up beside you on the bed, one hand wrapping around your neck as he pulls you towards him. His hand tightens around your neck as you look up at him in a daze. “You either shut up and take it or I’m goin' to take over. And you know I won’t be as nice as Ran’s being. You hear me?”

You left his question unanswered as you stare up at him and there’s a loud slap as his palm hits you on the cheek. “Don’t go all dumb on me now, slut.”

You wince at the pain, letting out a whine at the sting even though it almost had you begging for more. “Yes sir.”

Ransom leans up close to your ear, lips brushing against your earlobe. It's scary how the simple act was enough to make you lose your mind. "You'll be lucky if you can sit for a week by the time we're done with you."

i originally wanted to post this for my birthday like two days ago but i ended up sleeping for the whole of tuesday (don’t ask) and i kinda missed my own birthday? ANYWAYS— i’m happy to finally have this filth out <3

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thank you for reading lovelies! likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated ❤️

-honey<33

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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First of all, congratulations to 3k once again 💜🥳

Second of all, I may have teared up a little when I saw you tagged me 🥺🥺🥺💗 ily

And finally, my spin results:

Kink: bondage and edging

Character: Ransom Drysdale

Prompts: "I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow so fuck me harder." and "If you interrupt me one more time."

I feel like this would be perfect for our two favorite assholes 👀😂 But do with this what you want, it's gonna be awesome either way 🥳

This is so good for the OTP babe!!! Thought about putting this on in the sex dungeon but decided to make it a little softer.

Smut (cockwarming, use of sex toys, anal play, reader ismore of a soft dom in this one (but that’s actually worse for Ransom), little bit of fluff) no minors!!!

“Baby, please. I can’t take any more.” Ransom let out a tortured sigh when you turned the intensity on the vibrator down again, his orgasm receding as you nibbled on his collarbone.

“Aww, poor puppy.” You slowly kissed your way up his neck until you could suck a bruise against his jaw. “You know what to say if you really want it.”

Tears started leaking down his cheeks when you clenched around him, but he still had that set to his jaw that made you think he was gonna keep being a brat. Even with the vibrator buzzing against his prostate and your his cock buried in your pussy, he still wouldn’t cave and give you what you wanted.

Unfortunately for him, you were absolutely fine torturing him for hours on end. Not like when he edged you and brought you to the precipice of your pleasure as fast as he could over and over so you would give in to him as soon as possible.

But you could actually control yourself. It had been almost three hours since you’d tied him to your massive bed, the silk ropes around his wrists and ankles stretching him wide across the mattress, just enough slack in them so he could relax against the pillows. All the comfort in the world couldn’t help his escape from the torment you were inflicting on him, though.

The toy started buzzing faster inside him at the same time you started rolling your hips and he let out a pitiful whimper, sweat covering his entire body in a thin sheen as you started slowly drawing him towards his peak again. You felt him squirm underneath you and grinned against his throat before licking your way up to slot your mouth over his, your movements growing more deliberate as you did your best to get him worked up.

There was a buzzing from the nightstand and Ransom groaned when you sat up to grab your phone, your cunt flexing around him as you stretched to reach it while still keeping him fully sheathed in you.

“Oh my god, it’s Anne!” Your face spread in a wide grin as you texted back, starting to bounce yourself on Ransom’s cock without actually acknowledging him.

“Who?” Maybe if he kept you distracted with conversation, you’d finally let him come. He couldn’t remember you ever mentioning an “Anne”.

“My best friend? We’ve know each other since college.” You frowned at him before turning back to your screen. “I know I’ve talked about her before, Hugh.”

“Well, you talk about a lot of stuff, baby.” He was trying not to writhe underneath you, he was almost there, he needed to keep distracting you. “Why haven’t I met her if she’s your best friend?”

“She was helping with the opening of her company’s new offices in Amsterdam for the past year.” You slowed your movements down as you continued talking, trying not to look too happy when you heard him whine. “Apparently, data management and storage is a lot more involved than you would think.”

“Ah, shit, I don’t fucking care!” He was done, wrenching against his restraints wretchedly as he sought any form of friction. “Just make me come, you bitch.”

A desperate sob ripped from his chest when you went completely still, his body sagging against the bed in defeat when you shut off the vibrator, too. You just gave him an impassive stare as you watched him cry, crossing your arms over your chest while you waited for him to wear himself out.

“Now, that was pretty fucking stupid.” You reached up and dragged a finger through the tears that were staining his cheeks, bringing it up to your mouth and sucking the salty liquid between your lips as you glared at him. “I hope you feel better after that little outburst, because now you’re gonna have to stay quiet and still while I call my best friend.”

He just stared at the ceiling while you dialed the phone, panting with exhaustion as he tried to regain some control over himself. This was the longest you’d ever drawn him out, and he was cursing himself for being such a stubborn asshole.

“Anne? How the fuck are you, you bitch?” You ignored his sad little huffs as you chatted with your friend, winking at him and stroking his chest when he finally brought his eyes back to yours. “Why are you texting me so early? Isn’t it, like, 6 AM there?”

Forty-five minutes, that’s how long he had to listen to you chatting with that bitch he’d never even met like he wasn’t in the room. He’d only tried to get your attention once, moaning your name and trying to roll his hips underneath you until you gripped his jaw and muted your phone as you scowled at him.

“If you interrupt me one more time, I’ll leave you tied up here, frustrated, for the rest of the night after making myself come all over your chest. Close enough for you to smell and think about how fucking good my pussy tastes until whenever I decide to let you go in the morning. Now be good.”

He didn’t move a muscle for the rest of your conversation, knowing that you never made empty threats. It was surreal laying there, listening to you tell your friend about your relationship while your pussy was wrapped around his cock like it was the most mundane thing in the world. He wondered if this friend of yours knew how big of a freak you were.

“Alright, babe, let me know when your flight gets in and I’ll pick you up. Love you!” You looked positively giddy when you tossed your phone on the nightstand, curling over and pressing your lips to his until he started struggling against his bonds again. “Puppy, you did so good. And now I’m in such a good fucking mood with Anne moving back to the States. I’m gonna ride this big dick until you fill me up.”

“Ah, fuck.” His eyes rolled back in his head when you turned the vibrator on again, losing himself in the mixture of sensations as you sat up over him again and started to drive your hips against his. “Baby, shit, you feel so fucking good.”

“I know, puppy.” You reached behind you and placed your hands on his knees, leaning back and arching your spine as you continued grinding against him. “Ngh, love this big cock so much, hits me so fucking deep. You know how hard it is for me to just sit there with you inside me and not fuck the brains out of you? Why you gotta be such a damn brat?”

“Can’t help it, you’re too fucking cute when I piss you off.” He grinned when you rewarded him with a dark chuckle, the rhythm of your hips and the speed of the vibrator holding him right at the edge. “Baby, c’mon. I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow, so fuck me harder.”

“Aww, you want me to break you, puppy?” You turned up the intensity before pulling off him almost completely, then dropping back down to meet his hips and moaning when he screamed for you. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Fuck, he wished you’d untied him, he just wanted to hold your tits in his palms when he watched them bounce like that. A frantic chant of “yes” and “fuck” and “ungh” started falling from his lips as you basically drove him right to his peak then shoved him over the edge. The choked cry he let out when he started shooting his thick load into you had you coming right behind him, his body jerking wildly underneath you as he did his best to break out of his restraints. You let him ride it out as you creamed all over him, moaning low in your chest until his movements finally stilled.

“Jesus fuck, puppy.” You ran your fingers through his chest hair as you beamed down at him. “Now, say it so I can untie you and we can take a bath.”

“What?!” He looked at you incredulously as you cocked an eyebrow at him, huffing out a frustrated breath. “I thought we were finished.”

“Not until you say it, Hugh.” You shook your head at him. “I have no problem spending a night in the guest room if you insist on being a brat.”

“Fine.” God, he was fucking adorable when he pouted. “I’m sorry I watched Mindhunter without you. You were just at work so long, and it’s so good!”

“No excuses.” You bent to give him a peck on the lips and work at undoing his bindings. “I accept your apology, but it better not happen again, Hugh.”

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lexiawrittings · 3 years

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Longing.

PAIRING.

Ransom Drysdale x Reader.

SUMMARY.

LONGING: n. strong, lasting desire, especially for something hard to reach or distant.

A/N.

Sugar Daddy AU.

Ransom being a little sh*t. A little bit of Fluff. ANGST. Very sad.

One of my favorite work to cry on. Don’t hesitate to comments, give your thoughts and feedback. I hope you liked it and. Thank you very much for reading! (and I'm sorry)

A lots of love. Lex!xx

WORDS.1906ish.

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It was already noon when you woke up groggy and tired. You opened up your eyes and looked at the soft sheet covering your naked body. A huge headache pounding inside your head made you scrunched your nose. Stroking your forehead, you grimaced putting yourself into a seating position. Bright light was coming out of the huge French windows, you frowned your eyebrows, scolding at the bright sun outside. " We are in January, for Pete's sake! " You glared at the sunny weather outside. You could hear birds chirping outside, and the low buzz of the TV playing in Ransom's bedroom You turned your sight looking for your "bossr" for the week inside the huge, modern room. You found him, sipping a cup of coffee, seating on a small couch, his gaze was on the smaller screen of his computer. You yawned stretching your arms above your head, the sound making the man glanced at you, a grin appearing on the corner of his mouth. He put his cup on the small table next to his laptop and stood up. You smiled brightly watching him walked to reach you.

" Morning. " You murmured, tucking the blue sheet on your naked frame, hiding the skin he already had seen last night.

Ransom sat next to you, leaning his face to kiss you on the cheek. The brown haired-man put his hands on your waist pushing softly your body against the headboard of his bed. He pressed his face against your collarbone.

" I put some money into the jar." He whispered, his lips brushing your skin. You shivered feeling his hot breath against you. You dropped your eyes to properly look at him in the eyes. " I want you to spend another week with me. " He murmured, kissing you, his tongue tracing the bone under your skin. " Ransom…" You sighed, closing your eyes briefly before opening them, sadness filling your gut.

Here we go again. He hummed his lips tickling your skin before raising his blue gaze to look at you. You bite your lips nervous to have this conversation with him. Again. It was always difficult to have this conversation with a client. But, especially with Ransom Drysdale.

" I can't stay. I'm sorry. " You apologized, shaking your head faintly.

Your words were the bucket of frozen water thrown on the pit of a fire. Briskly, Ransom pushed himself away from your body, frowning his eyebrows. His cold eyes were starting to burn with anger.

" What do you mean, you can't stay? " He asked you raising his voice which echoed in the room. You took a deep breath, crossing your arms against your chest, watching him warily. " I take care of you. I'm treating you well. And, I'm paying you. " Ransom enumerated watching you sharply, his face impassive. "Help me understand, sweetheart, why you can't stay to do your job while I do my part!" He snarled crying out loud.

Tension grew inside of you as you drop your eyes on the bedcover. Ransom Drysdale was falling into your BSWP category of clients: Best Sex; Worst Personality to handle. Calming your bubbling nerves, you tried to bury the dread deep inside of your stomach and gathered your courage.

" I have spent wonderful weeks with you. " You looked up and put one hand on his arm, caressing him softly. " And I would love to spend another week with you, but I can't. I'm sorry. " You explained to him, looking at his fuming blue eyes who looked away from you, annoyed. " I thought you were a hooker. You are paid to do what I want. " He snapped standing up from the bed. He turned his back to you, balling his fist. " It's your job to please me for money. " He huffed irritate by your behavior.

Worst Personality to Handle means two things, either you try or you flee. With Ransom, the second option was often the best. But this time things were different. First, you were still naked and sore from last night, and secondly, Ransom had a plan in mind. Craning his head above his shoulder, eyes set and focus, he was determined to not let go. And to have you for another week.

" What if I gave you more money? " He proposed taking one step. " An extra thousand? " He offered already moving toward his dresser where you knew his safe was. " Ransom, no. " You protested, your tired eyes looking through the room to search for your clothes. " What about 200k? And my black credit card for you to spend on whatever you want? " Ransom argued kneeling in front of the coffer. Swiftly, his fingers were pressing a number combination.

You reached for one of his many sweaters laying around on the floor to put on your body.

" Ransom, please stop. " You croaked, standing up, you were barely covered up that you walked to reach him. You kneeled next to him and started to stroked his arm. " You don't have to do this. " You whispered putting your head on his shoulder, he paused. You took a deep breath and forced the words out of your mouth. " Maybe I'm a hooker, however I have a life outside of this " You murmured, caressing him.

Ransom sighed and dropped his gaze to the floor, defeated. The stacks of bills, and valuable object were watching you back, comfortably seating in the open safe. You knew why he acted like that. He needed you. He didn't particularly care for your personality. Nor did he have deep feelings for you. But you knew that you were good at what you were doing. Giving him the girlfriend experience. Caring and listening to him, no matter what he did or said you were there to be the fake, supportive, "loving" girlfriend. Also, the sex was amazing and you weren't afraid to let loose and play each dirty game he had in mind, no matter the price you had to pay after it. Ransom needed that. Someone who will always say yes to him. Except for this morning, you weren't this person.

" I need you to stay, sweetheart. " He whispered, closing his eyes while he leaned his nose toward you, breathing deeply. " I know but I can't. " You replied smiling sadly. You put a short kiss on his cheek before raising your body from the ground and started to dress with your last night clothes that you found laying around. " Maybe at the end of the month? We could see each other. " You suggested putting on your jean. " Is it because of her?" He demanded instead, voice hollow, devoid of emotions. " Is it why you can't stay? "

You didn't reply turning around, starting to pack. You put your bag on the bed pushing inside your stuff. You ignored him, opening drawers to take out your clothes, make-up, cleaning product, and such to place them inside your bag. You had brought a lot of things from home to spend three weeks with him, too many things. You winced trying to fill everything inside your bag. You were folding neatly a skirt in front of the bed when suddenly you felt him behind you. You jolted feeling Ransom's hands holding you from behind, his hands caressing your waist. Cuddling you, he pulled on you to make you collided against his chest.

" I hate that little brat. " He murmured, his head above yours.

You pushed your elbow back, hitting him in his ribs. Fury growing inside you. How dare he? Ransom groaned stepping a little away from you, pain erupting in his side. You turned your head and glared at him without a word. The brown-haired man took advantage of your movement to push his mouth against yours. Sliding his soft lips, he kissed you softly, licking the sim of your lower lip. You closed your eyes, kissing him back faintly before pushing him away from you. You turned your head pushing the skirt inside your bag.

" I hate when you do this. " You muttered under your breath, your hands taking something else. " I hate when you leave me. " He quietly responded, his mouth kissing the side of your neck. He stroked his ribs grunting before raising his face against your throat to reach your ear. He softly took your earlobe between his teeth, gently pulled on it, making you stopped your movement. You closed your eyes tilting your head to the side. " Save the three weeks at the end of the month. I want to travel. " He murmured inside your ear. You faintly smiled already seeing you on a beach. " And, take the money in the bowl before you leave. " He licked your ear, making you quietly moan. You bite your lip, not trusting yourself. " She's fucking lucky to have you. Buy her a gift for me. " He finally told you before taking a step back.

You opened your eyes, feeling his hands sliding away from you. Without another word, Ransom left the room and went into his bathroom, locking the door behind him. You watched him leave, sadden by his behavior. You both longed to be together, but each of you for different reasons. Him to have you. And, you wanted that he took care of his responsibilities.

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" Mummy! " The little girl cried out seeing you walk into the living room.

You laughed watching the joy on her face, you quickly put your bag on the floor before catching her into your arms.

" Hi, my sweet girl. " You cooed, looking at her. " Did you miss me? " You asked her, tickling her side. " Yes, very much. " She laughed with delights trying to squirm away from your hands, laughing even more.

You put her feet down on the ground and stroked her hair to the back to see her beautiful blue eyes, Ransom's eyes, in her adorable face.

" I miss you too, my love. " You told her, putting raspberry kisses on her cheek and nose. " Mummy! Stop, please! " She cried out, putting her little fist on her face and closing her eyes. She smiled brightly at you when you stopped. " Did you bring me a gift from work? " She asked you, waiting, her bright blue eyes expecting. " You bet I did! " You screamed with joy. You smiled grew more watching her clapping her hands chuckling. You opened your bag and give her a rectangular box, wrapped with beautiful purple paper. " Thank you, mummy. " The little girl screeched taking away her present from your hands, quickly.

You laughed watching her sat on the carpet floor and started to tire up the paper. You finally raised your head and caught the sad face of your mother leaning against the kitchen's doorframe. You smiled at her, stroking the head of your little girl who was screaming with happiness when her eyes saw her new toy. The gift you bought with her father's money. Unfortunately, she would never know. Seating on the floor beside her, you smiled watching her showing you cool features on her new toy. Ransom didn't want to be there. But even after your pregnancy and you giving birth to the sweetest little girl in the world, Ransom didn't stop hiring you. He was yearning for your body. Deeply and with all your heart, you were longing for him to be here with the two of you.

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candy-and-writing · 4 years

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Loose Ankles

This is my entry for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Pre-Code Writing Challenge. I chose the movie Loose Ankles, where a young woman discovers she has inherited her grandmother’s fortune, but only if she can find and marry a man.

Summary: The night of Harlan’s birthday party, Harlan tells Ransom he’s cutting his family out of his will. No one will get a single red dime. But, still seeing potential in his grandson, Harlan offers Ransom a deal.

Warnings: smut, 18+, oral sex, tipsy sex, fingering, unprotected sex, choking, low-key Dom Ransom, fluff, Ransom discovering love and not knowing what to do

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Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable.

Ransom sped down the road, rage seething inside him as he gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. Harlan fucking Thrombey just kicked his family to the curb, his eldest grandson included.

Marta fucking Cabrera was inheriting his fortune. Harlan’s Brazilian nurse. Jesus, this all felt like a bad joke.

But, of course, Harlan wouldn’t just stop there. No, he wanted to make Ransom suffer.

If he could settle down and establish himself, ‘find a nice girl’ as Harlan so blatantly described it, he would give Ransom back his cut of the inheritance. It made Ransom’s blood boil just thinking about it. Ransom Drysdale didn’t date. He didn’t do domesticity. The old man knew that.

But if it meant he could get his stupid money back, he would do whatever it took. As he pulled into the bar, taking a deep breath, he took his keys out the ignition. He needed a drink if he was going to do this.

Ransom sat at the bar, nursing his fourth whiskey. There were a couple different girls who looked appealing, all of which Harlan would never approve of. He fished the cherry out of his now-empty glass, waving at the bartender for another drink.

Drumming his fingers on the wood top bar, Ransom caught eyes with a young woman in a booth across the room. You were young, with red painted lips that contrasted beautifully to the black dress you wore. It was modest, the neckline tickling your collarbone and the hem of the dress reaching your knees. A pair of flats donned your feet. You quickly looked away, cheeks flushed and Ransom smiled. You were perfect. Three other people sat in the booth with you, another girl and two guys. You sipped on a glass of rose-tinted wine, your eyes dodging back to Ransom every so often, darting away as soon as you saw he was already looking at you.

Ransom waited almost three hours. The other girl had left with one of the guys, leaving you with the second guy. You didn’t look like you were enjoying yourself—you were fiddling with your thumbs under the table and tapping your foot, smiling awkwardly as the guy laughed at something he said. Something about his dad’s boat. He not-so-subtly kept looking at girls’ asses as they pasted your table, ignoring whatever you were trying to say.

Ransom heard the guy say he was going to the bathroom. Five minutes later Ransom saw him leaving with his arm wrapped around some girl’s waist. You saw it, too. Your face fell. You got up and put a few bills on the table, walking up to the bar. You sat a few seats from him, waving down the bartender.

“Can I get an Amaretto Sour?” you asked, your voice soft and quiet. The bartender nodded as he walked away, grabbing a bottle of Amaretto. You sighed, resting your hand on your chin. Ransom got up, moving to sit in the chair next to you.

“Hey.” He smirked, earning himself a pair of wide eyes and flustered cheeks.

“Um—hi.” You gave him a tentative smile. You thanked the bartender as he handed you your drink, taking a quick sip.

“I saw what happened,” Ransom said. “That guy’s a dick.”

You let out a breathless chuckle. “Yeah, he was. That’s what I get for trusting my best friend’s boyfriend, though.”

Ransom smiled, downing the last of his whiskey. He let out a breath, setting his glass down. He watched as you played with the string of pearls hanging around your neck.

“I’m Ransom Drysdale,” he smirked. You told him your name, a sheepish smile spreading over your lips. He repeated your name, testing the way it felt on his tongue. “Can I buy you another drink?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “I’d like that.”

You were drunk by the time the bartender kicked you two out. Ransom invited you home with him, his hand resting on your thigh. Your cheeks flushed a bright red, the blush trailing down your neck and to your ears. Ransom smirked at how cute you were, innocent in the way that had his cock throbbing.

“Yeah,” you said. “Sure.”

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Ransom pushed you up against the door of his house, his lips moving against yours possessively. You whimpered as his hips rutted up against yours, Ransom thrusting his tongue into your mouth. He struggled to fit his key into the lock, turning the doorknob and roughly shoving you two through the door, kicking it shut with his foot.

Ransom grabbed your ass and squeezed, moaning into your mouth. You jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist, your flats falling off your feet. He carried you up a flight of stairs, his lips working over yours. He stepped into his bedroom and dropped you on his bed, watching you bounce before he pulled his sweater over his head.

He leaned over you, kissing you as he threaded his fingers through yours, pushing them into the mattress on either side of your head. He kissed down your jaw, sucking a dark mark into your neck. He grinded his hips against your center, a gasp leaving your mouth.

Ransom pushed the skirt of your dress up past your hips, revealing your lacy underwear. Ransom groaned, leaning down to kiss your center through your panties as he massaged your thighs. You sighed, your skin tingling. He swiftly tore the lace down your legs, his mouth latching onto your clit. You squeaked, hips jerking off the bed. He licked a long stripe up your intimate flesh, focusing the tip of his tongue on your bud, earning himself a strangled whine from you.

He devastated you with his mouth, lips latching onto your little bundle of nerves as he pressed his index finger to your entrance. He pushed inside just a little and you gasped. Ransom began to pump his finger in and out of you slowly, his tongue working your clit.

“R—Ransom!"

Ransom moaned against your flesh, sending vibrations up through your clit. He pushed another finger into you, your thighs clenching around his shoulders as you cried out. The pads of his fingers pushed up against your walls, pressing against a certain spot inside of you that had you choking on a moan.

You were burning up, sweat coating your forehead. The coil in your belly was curling impossibly tight, your body on fire as Ransom teased your bundle of nerves. You began to babble, endless pleas of begging until your voice cracked. Ransom smirked against you, the tip of his tongue teasing your clit and that was all it took. The coil in your stomach snapped and you screamed, your thighs trembling as your back arched off the bed.

Ransom rode you from your high until it was just too much. You tried to pull away from him, overstimulated. You whined, your voice cracking, and Ransom finally seemed to get the message. He pulled away, his chin slick with your juices as he hooked his finger under your chin, bringing you in for a sloppy kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, overtly earthy in a way that had you moaning into his mouth.

Ransom pulled away from you, placing a quick peck on your lips. "God, you’re so fucking sexy.”

Still blissed-out, you sighed in response, letting Ransom unzip the side of your dress and pull it over your head. He quickly discarded your bra, marveling in your body. He unbuttoned his trousers, shucking them off his legs along with his boxers.

Your breath stuttered in your lungs as Ransom’s length bobbed against his stomach. His tip was painfully red, leaking precum down his shaft. You swallowed, watching as he wrapped his fingers around his cock and pumping his fist up and down his length. He let out a shaky breath, bending down to kiss the valley of your breasts.

The head of his cock poked at your entrance. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, pushing himself into you slowly. Even after an orgasm, you were still unbelievably tight, clutching Ransom like a vice.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so fucking tight.”

You preened as he bottomed out. Ransom grunted, wrapping your legs around his hips and hugging you close to his chest, carefully rocking his hips up. His thrusts started slow and deep, keeping his pace steady until you’re writhing and mewling for more. His hand reached up and squeezed your breast, rolling his thumb between his thumb and forefinger as he sped up his pace, pounding into you in the most delicious way.

“Fuck!” you cried when Ransom hit a spot deep inside of you, his girth brushing against your walls. “Oh, God! Ransom!”

His hot breath hit your jaw as he moaned into your ear. “You feel so good, babygirl. So fucking good for me.”

His hand wrapped around your throat, pressing down slightly just below your jaw. You gasped, feeling your airway restricted. Your walls fluttered against Ransom’s cock, causing him to groan and tighten his grip on your throat. He cursed into your ear, hips bucking into you.

You couldn’t breathe. You squirmed violently underneath his grip, whining pathetically as Ransom slammed into you punishingly. The little tears in your eyes and the little noises you make brought something out of him—he squeezed your throat tighter, watching as you writhed beneath him.

You came with a strangled shout, seizing up and convulsing around Ransom’s length. Ransom dug his fingers into the divots of your hips so hard you were sure they were going to leave bruises. With a growl, Ransom pulled out of your slick heat, hot cum coating your stomach.

Ransom released your throat, crashing down on the bed beside you. You wheezed almost painfully, turning on your side as you caught your breath. With a huff of breath, Ransom pushed himself up, opening a door that was adjacent to the bed. You closed your eyes, still coming down from your high. Ransom came back into the room a moment later with a damp rag in hand, pressing it lightly against your stomach.

You hummed. “What’re you doin’?”

“Cleaning you up, baby, just relax."

You rested your head back against the pillow, letting him wipe you clean. You were half asleep by the time Ransom laid down next to you, pulling the covers over the two of you. When his arm wrapped around your torso, his heat drawing you closer to sleep.

Ransom listened to your soft and even breaths, something tingling in his chest. He knew he wasn’t going to kick you out in the morning. Something about you was different. He hadn’t had sex that good in a long time—the way you let him take control and do whatever he wanted. Most girls he brought him were needy and loud, but your cute little noises went straight to his cock. Just thinking about it made his dick twitch.

You snuggled up against him, flipping over and burying your face in his chest.

Ransom was fucked.

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"Are you sure this is a good idea?” you asked, fiddling with your thumbs in the passenger seat of Ransom’s Beemer. “What if they don’t like me?”

Ransom sighed out your name. “Will you stop worrying? They’ll love you. And if they don’t, they can fuck off. The only thing that matters is that I love you.”

You and Ransom had been dating for almost a year. He hadn’t talked to Harlan since the night of his birthday. It turned out you were an assistant at a publishing firm in Boston and with a little pushing from you, he published a best-selling novel. He had done everything his granddad had wanted: he established himself without the help of his family’s money and he’d found a girl. A girl he isn’t planning on letting go. Maybe that was why he hadn’t told Harlan about you—he was worried that you’d think you were disposable, that you were just a means to an end.

It was Harlan’s birthday, exactly a year since Harlan had given Ransom the ultimatum. He was surprised how excited his family was to meet you, certain they had an ulterior motive.

He pulled into his grandad’s driveway, killing the engine. He sighed, leaning back into his seat.

“Listen,” he said. You turned to look at him, concern flashing behind your eyes. “My family is… a lot. Just don’t let them get to you, okay? They’re assholes.”

You smiled. “I know, Ran. Just calm down, everything will be okay.”

Ransom leaned over and cupped your cheek, bringing you in for a kiss. “You’re amazing.”

“Let’s go inside, okay?” You grabbed the pan of lemon bars you made and waited for Ransom to get out of the car and let him open your door for you.

Ransom opened the front door for you and you were immediately met with shouting. Ransom helped you out of your coat and hung it up on the coat rack by the door, rolling his eyes as Linda’s shrill voice echoed through the house.

“C'mon, I’ll show you to the kitchen.”

You set your pan on a beautiful granite countertop as Ransom opened a cupboard. He fished out some expensive brand of cookies just as someone stomped into the kitchen.

“Ransom?” It was Richard. “Hey, when did you get here?”

“Two minutes ago, you’d know that if you weren’t all busy screaming at each other,” Ransom retorted, popping a cookie into his mouth. Richard frowned, about to open his mouth when he noticed you hiding behind Ransom.

“Hello, you must be Ransom’s girlfriend?” You nodded, smiling at him. You told him your name, stepping around the countertop to shake his hand. “Well, why don’t you come into the living area and meet the family, we’ve all been dying to meet you.”

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Dinner was loud. You were sitting between Ransom and Ransom’s cousin—Meg. Meg kept picking fights with her other cousin, Jacob, who was always on his phone. Linda was yelling at Joni, Meg’s mother, who was going on about her Instagram.

Ransom kept mostly quiet, laughing when he found something amusing. His hand had taken place on your thigh, complimenting you on your lemon bars. You smiled at him, nibbling on a carrot.

After Linda served Harlan’s birthday cake, everyone moved to the living area. You took the chance to refill your wine glass, quickly disappearing to the kitchen. You found an expensive red wine and filled your glass halfway, taking a small sip.

“Hello, my dear.” You jumped, turning around quickly. Harlan Thrombey stood a few feet away from you, holding a piece of cake in his hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No, it’s alright,” you smiled. “I just needed a refill. I’m not hiding in here, or anything.”

“I’d understand if you were.” Harlan chuckled. “I love my family, but they are… a lot. Ransom seems to be doing well, uncharacteristically so.”

“Yeah,” you laughed breathlessly. “He… he was really worried about bringing me here. He doesn’t talk about his family a lot, and when he does, it’s you—I think he was worried about his parents being judgemental.”

Harlan nodded. “Ransom has done well for himself. I hear he’s writing a second book?”

“He is, started working on it a couple weeks ago.”

“And he has a beautiful young woman. I’m glad he finally managed to get his life straightened out.”

You smiled. “Me too.”

“Hey.” Ransom entered the kitchen, carefully walking past Harlan. “You disappeared, I got worried. Everything okay?”

You nodded. “I just needed a refill.”

Linda started shouting for Harlan from the living room. Harlan rolled his eyes, excusing himself before he left the kitchen. Ransom looked down at you, raising an eyebrow.

“What was he talking to you about?”

“Relax, Ransom. He was just telling me how proud he was of you.”

You watched as Ransom let out a breath of relief. You two left the kitchen and sat on a couch in the living area, listening in shock as Richard and Joni discussed politics. At some point during the night, Harlan called Ransom into his study. He kissed your cheek before he got up, closing the door to the study behind him.

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“What did Harlan want to talk to you about?” you asked Ransom, pulling on Ransom’s old sweater. It had shrunk in the wash and you stole it before Ransom could throw it out.

“He just talked about you, mostly,” Ransom told you. “Said he was proud of me for growing up, for finding someone like you, etcetera. Just stuff like that.”

You smiled, crawling onto the bed to kiss his cheek. “I really like your family. They’re… eccentric.”

Ransom laughed. “Babe, they’re a bunch of dicks. Don’t try to sugarcoat it.”

You sighed. “I like Harlan. He doesn’t deal with anyone’s bullshit.”

“That he does not. Now, come here.” Ransom grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, kissing you. You threaded your fingers through his short hair, moaning into his mouth. He quickly flipped you onto your back and straddled your hips, pressing your hands to the mattress. You laughed, Ransom leaning down to kiss you again. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 3 years

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God Damnit Ransom

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Words: 800+

Summary: Ransom did something stupid and it landed him in the ER. Right where the Reader works.

Warnings: not really any warnings, just a bit of yelling, some cursing, the reader annoyed by Ransom’s behavior, the usual.

a/n: I am running out of ideas. So I wrote this because I thought it was a funny idea. If you have ideas please request them. Ask me for a request. Please! Anyway I hope you like this!

You were working a late shift at the ER. A football game was held in the stadium a few blocks away from the hospital and apparently, someone got tackled and then another person tackled that person. Then the dog pile tripped others but there were a few sprains a few broken bones, and the ER was packed.

You and your co-workers rushed around getting people IVs, stitching up cuts, popping peoples’ shoulders and their noses back in place, and so much more. Man, people are idiots.

Speaking of idiots, you were sitting behind the desk when the front doors opened. You looked up and saw Ransom walking in. He was gripping his shoulder and he was in his swim trunks and soaking wet. He had two of his friends following him. They were laughing their asses off as Ransom walked up to the front desk.

“Oh, god. What’d you do now?” You asked, pulling up a brand new patient form.

“Well, let me explain-” Ransom started to explain, but one of his friends cut him off.

“We went cliff diving and this dumbass decided to try and do a backflip off the cliff. He fucked it up and smacked the water, and his shoulder popped out of the socket.” His friend explained, then started laughing again.

“God damnit, Ransom.” You groaned and grabbed a clipboard and a pen. “Hey, Zoe. I’m going to take my idiot of a boyfriend to go scan his shoulder.” You told your co-worker, and she nodded and you grabbed Ransom by his ear.

“Ow, ow, ow. Y/n, please let go.” Ransom groaned, as you dragged him to an empty examination room and threw him onto the medical bed. You sat on the chair in front of the bed and filled out the patient form with Ransom’s information. “Umm… babe, can I get something to help with the pain-”

“Shut it.” You hissed and continued to fill out the form. You finished and then put on some latex gloves and walked up to him. “Move your hands.” You said, and he complied so you could get a better look at his shoulder. You moved his shoulder to the side a bit and he winced, and you looked at the bruises littering his arm. “Oh, my. Ransom, I need to take an x-ray for this.” You stated, shifting his arm to the side.

“Wait, I need an x-ray?” He asked as you threw away your gloves.

“Yeah, I’m going to go fill out a form for you. You wait here.” You said and walked out of the room with the clipboard. About twenty minutes, you came back in with Dalton, the x-ray tech. “Ran, this is Dalton he is going to take you to get your x-rays done.” You explained, and Ransom looked confused and a little disappointed.

“Are you going to come with?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“No, sorry. I have to fill out some paperwork.” You stated, and kissed him on the cheek then patted Dalton on the shoulder and left.

A few hours later, it was about midnight and you were writing up reports from earlier that night. Your eyes were slowly closing when Zoe walked up to you and smacked the counter. You jumped and your eyes snapped open. She handed you a cup of coffee.

“Here, wake up juice.” She said, and you smiled and took a sip of the hot brew. She sat in the seat next to you and held up a napkin.

“What’s that?” You asked and took it from her.

“It’s the phone number from one of Ransom’s friends.” She smiled and took a sip of her coffee. You scoffed and tossed the napkin at her.

“You’re horrible.” You rolled your eyes, “Which one?”

“From Clay.” She smirked.

“Clay is one of the most basic white guy names ever.” You scoffed and stirred a packet of sugar in your coffee.

“Yeah, but did you see that ass. Yum.” She said dreamingly, and you laughed as Ransom walked out from the back with Dalton. Ransom’s shoulder was in a sling. Dalton handed you his file then walked off. You opened it and read what was really wrong with his shoulder.

“A fractured collarbone?! Seriously, Ransom?!” You exclaimed and slapped the folder closed. “What did you do? Slam a baseball bat into your neck?!” You asked.

“No. I pulled something in the gym but didn’t tell you and still went cliff diving.” He explained and hung his head in embarrassment.

“You fucking idiot.” You groaned and decided to clock out early. “Zoe, you got things here?” You asked as you packed your things.

“Yeah, you go home take care of him.” She said, and you hugged her and walked back out to the lobby. You walked up to Ransom and linked arms with him.

You two got home and you gave him his pain meds and put him to bed. The medicine made him drowsy and the alcohol he drank earlier put him to sleep quickly. You grabbed a bottle of merlot from the kitchen and walked into the lounge. You turned the TV on and took a large gulp of wine. You sighed as you slumped on the couch. God, damnit, Ransom.

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bluemusickid · 3 years

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𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓶𝓮 𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Conwoman!Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, unprotected sex (do not recommend, pls be wise) Ransom's hurt ego/pride.

A/N: I love Ransom so much. I'd probably let him get away with murder, which is probs wrong since I'm a law student. Anyways, hope you enjoy!! Also the writing is crap and not at all intelligent, I just needed to let off some Ransom steam. ^_^

I post my stuff here and on AO3, nowhere else.

You took a sip of your martini. Perfect. The one thing about these high end resto-bars was that they never went wrong with their martinis. Always the right balance of sweet and intoxication. If only you could always afford these places.

You didn't mean to sound bitter, oh no no. Life has worked out better than expected. Your way of life got lonely sometimes, but survival of the fittest was the way of life, right?

In your experience, doing what you did, you realised that men were very literal creatures, always thinking linearly. Most of them lacked any depth to their thoughts, their way of life. The rich ones? They were as deep as an above ground pool. Throwing money every chance they got, flaunting their first row seats at the operas, trips to their villas in the French Riviera and what not. Their wives had no idea, always doting after their perfect husbands, with their Himalayan Birkins.

Imagine the surprise these men felt when you took what was most precious to them; no, not their families or children, but their money. A woman, no less. A woman who they had considered a damsel, in need of pearls and diamonds, and their strong strapping arms and care. And they didn’t dare report this. How could they? As far as their wives were concerned, you didn’t exist. You snorted. Good riddance, and all that.

That’s why you chose him.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

He wasn’t a different one, that's for sure. A pretty boy with arrogance dripping off of him like he had just stepped out of a swanky prep school. He screamed rich kid, with his perfectly coiffed hair, right to his buffed fingernails.

This should be easy, you thought to yourself.

You walked passed him, swaying your hips ever so slightly. Your look for tonight was carefully calculated: bait for a good, prize catch. There were many men there, sure, ordering crates of champagne for their "business associates".

But this one was different. He didn't pay heed to you as you made your way towards him, placing yourself next to him at the bar, nor did he check you out like most men did. He simply took a swig of his drink, focusing hard at something in his phone. Weird. You chose to give him the benefit of the doubt, calculating his next move. Surely, he'd ask to buy you a drink. He was just playing hard to get, you were sure. His next move stunned you, however.

He got up, slid a 100 dollar bill on the counter, and walked away, his jacket slung over his arm. You blinked, not really understanding what had happened. You ordered a red wine, quite perplexed. This was perhaps the first time something like this had happened, and it quite perturbed you.

You didn’t have time to dwell on your thoughts, however, as the bartender slid a coaster towards you.

“Mr. Drysdale sends his regards.”

You frowned. Drysdale? The famous real estate mogul? Man oh man, this was gonna be good.

You smirked as you read the scribbles on the coaster. To think you thought that he was gonna be different. Oh well. Room 537 it is, then.

You made your way to the room, checking your makeup and spritzing on a bit of perfume on the way. Standing outside his room, you knocked three times before the door swung open to reveal a treat.

Mr. Drysdale, sans shirt and his tight dress pants. Yum.

You composed yourself and entered the room, remembering the fact that you had a job to complete.

“So, that’s your game?” you asked, setting yourself down on the settee by the minibar.

“I don’t play games.” he said, pouring an amber liquid from the crystal cut decanter.

“Then why bother giving me your room number?” you drawled, accepting the glass.

“I know you wanted me to chase you. Knew it from the moment you entered. But that’s not how I work. I get what I want, and I wanted you.”

“A real charmer, aren’t ya?” you said dryly.

“Let’s cut to the chase sweetheart. You want me, I want you. Simple.”

“How can you be so sure that I want you? I could have just come up to confront you or something.”

“Yea, right. That dress says differently. You know what you want and you were going after it. I just skipped a few steps along the way. You’re welcome.” he smirked, raising his perfectly shaped eyebrow at you.

“So now that your plan has come into play, what do you suggest we do?”

He grinned and took a swig of his drink. Placing his drink on the counter, he took your hand in his and pulled you up, pulling you tightly to him.

Leaning towards your ear, he rasped, “I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk.”

With that, Ransom didn’t waste any more time. He picked you up bridal style and tossed you on the bed, without any preamble.

“Last chance to leave, kitten. Whaddaya want?”

You gulped. You wanted this, you needed this. You didn’t bother answering him as you pulled him down by his tie, lips melding against his as you held onto his collar. He was surprised by your sudden attack, but reciprocated equally, if not with more ferocity.

Lowering you onto the bed, he yanked the thin straps of your dress down, sucking at your pulse point, his hands caressing your body. You moaned, feeling his actions go straight to your core, lighting you up from within. He pulled the dress down with urgency, freeing your breasts from their confines.

Taking a hardened nub in his mouth, he swirled it around his tongue as his hands wandered lower. He was about to pull your dress up, when you stopped his wandering hands, pushing him off you, as he looked at you, bewildered.

“What the-!” he began but you quickly silenced him with your lips, your hands working double time to undo the buttons of his shirt. You deepened the kiss pulling him by his tie, while grinding against him ever so slightly. He broke away from the kiss, panting; his eyes wide, an unknown emotion swirling in the midst.

“Oh sweetheart.”he growled, “You’ve awoken the beast, now.”

With that, you were lost in a frenzy of movements. He nearly ripped your dress off, throwing you on the bed, caging you underneath his body. Lowering himself, he nipped and sucked at your neck, your collarbone, your breastbone, his voracious tongue leaving fire in its wake. You gasped, fingers making their way to his messy locks. What had started off as a game, a new target, was quickly becoming something more, and that thought scared you.

Eyes on the prize, sugar. Let him lead.

His tongue was drawing circles on the tattoo at your abdomen, while his fingers were at your core, his thumb lightly nudging your clit. Jesus. Your hips moved of their own accord, tugging at his hair in silent plea. Looking up, he saw your need and whispered lasciviously,

“I’m gonna make you scream till all the other floors know my name, sweetheart. Just need to get you nice and ready for me. Wouldn’t want to break my promise now, would I?”

With that, you felt your entire focus shift to your core, as his intrepid tongue drew patterns on your clit, his digits moving within your wet channel. You groaned, tugging on his hair, bringing him closer to where you wanted him. You felt your walls tightening, the coil in your belly ready to unwind. He withdrew his fingers, moving up swiftly, gazing into your indignant eyes.

“Only time you’re gonna come is on my cock, sweetheart.”

With that, he thrust himself inside you, your walls engulfing him. Luckily for you, Ransom didn’t do sweet, slow thrusts. He set up an unrelenting pace, spearing into you, his shaft reaching places which no man had been able to reach before. You groaned, closing your eyes, your head jerking to the side, unable to handle all the sensations he was invoking.

Grasping your chin, he turned you to face him. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. I wanna see how good you feel while I’m taking you apart.” he rasped.

Something in his voice made you break; making you almost feral. You pushed on his shoulders, catching him off-guard for a minute, enough to push him on his back and straddle him.

Leaning down and catching his lips for a kiss, you whispered, “You should have the best view for a show like that, then.”

You sunk down on him, moaning loudly as you engulfed him to the hilt. Holding onto his hands for support, you began riding him for all your worth. Ransom watched on with awe, his eyes mesmerised by the sight of you; your eyes closed, mouth slack with arousal and your breasts bouncing with each bob.

You were quickly reaching your peak and Ransom could feel that too. He planted his feet down on the mattress, thrusting upward, meeting you thrust for thrust. Your thighs started quivering, an intense pressure building up with each thrust.

“Come on, come for me, kitten.” muttered Ransom, through gritted teeth.

You threw your head back, screaming as you reached your peak, raking your fingernails across Ransom’s chest. As your walls clenched around him tightly, Ransom grasped your waist, holding onto you as he thrust upwards, chasing his end.

Leaning down, you took one of his buds into your mouth, swirling your tongue around as you met his eyes.

“Come for me, tiger.” you said huskily, tugging on his lower lip.

Ransom grunted and cussed loudly as he poured himself into you, his grip on your waist tight as he held you in place till he filled you with every last drop. Rolling off him, you watched him catch his breath, slowly drifting off, his arm encircling your waist as he went deeper into slumber.

After a few minutes, you checked on him, just to be sure. He was out cold.

You smirked. Alright.

Time to start Part 2 of the Plan.

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Ransom woke up, feeling satisfied and smug. Yet another conquest down. He didn’t understand why women played these games women loved to play with him. Smirking, he looked over to look at you, but was surprised to see your side empty.

He frowned. Getting up, he checked the bathroom. Empty.

She left without even giving her name. Ahh, well, not the first time this had happened. Moving to check his phone, he noticed his wallet open, with all the cash missing.

Oh, so that’s why she left. Wow, what a surprise, he thought. Good thing she didn’t leave a name, for she was no more than a common whore, he thought, puling on his pants.

He was sorely mistaken though.

As he walked past the attached common area, he saw something which made him stop in his tracks.

The safe was wide open, with all of its contents gone. Every last thing.

He stormed into the area, his anger surging with each passing second. He couldn’t give less of a fuck about the goddamn valuables that were missing. But she had taken something which had taken him 3 fucking years to get.

She had stolen the documents; not just any documents, but the very ones which would have bought the Langleys’ silence and their company, making Ransom a very, very rich man. All gone, because of a quick fuck.

The bitch had stolen his ace of spades. And he would make sure that she would suffer.

Ransom would make her pay. By hook or by crook.

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A/N: Eeeeek, I was too nervous to put this out ughhhhh. Also, I have a taglist now, if you’re into that sort of thing. 😅 (link is also available in my bio)

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