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babyjakes · 5 months

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | mutual masturbation

pairing | best friend!ransom drysdale x reader

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

word count | 886

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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avenging-fandoms · 1 year

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imagine giving professor!cevans head under his desk while he’s talking to another teacher

imagine professor/student teacher!drew and you not so subtly flirting with eachother and then one day he just asks you to stay behind to “talk about grades”

😵‍💫😵‍💫

You do not have my permission to repost my fics! These are MINE and mine only! :) You can reblog! Every reblog is appreciated!

*Adding another request: The reader and chris are having a affair she tells him it either her or his wife.

*Loosely based off of 'Teacher's Pet' by Melanie Martinez

"Enjoy your weekend, folks. Don't forget your papers are due Tuesday!" Chris announced to the class and you took your time packing your things, standing up as the last student left the room. You smirk to yourself and Chris closed his door, heading to his office inside the classroom.

You followed behind, your mouth softly in a frown as the office was empty. You jumped as the door slammed behind you, Chris pressing you against the door as he roughly kissed you. You dropped your bag and held his face, Chris's hand touching your thigh and you hum.

"You're such a tease, you know that? You're wearing a skirt, with no shorts underneath it? Like I told you to?" He mumbled against your neck, pulling his hand up your thigh and brushing his pinky over your underwear, and you shivered. "I might have to fail you for that, my dear"

"You wouldn't dare. I thought fucking the professor got you straight As?" You smirk and he holds your hair with his fist, making you look at him and you hiss.

"Not when you tease them and disobey them after they give you very specific rules to follow" He growled in your ear, biting your earlobe. You hum and held his elbows, Chris taking you to his desk and sitting you on it, Chris sitting in his desk chair and licking his lips slowly as you spread your legs in front of him.

Chris leaned forward, hand holding under your knees as his warm tongue pressed against your underwear. You let out a breath and ran your fingers through his hair, your leg over his shoulder as he pulled your underwear off your hips and groaning as his mouth wrapped around your clit.

Chris's tongue pressed flat against your pussy, drinking every drop of you and pushing his tongue into you. Your body laid back against his desk, holding onto the edge of the desk and moaning. You knocked a few things off his desk, including the picture of Chris, his wife, their two kids and Dodger. You didn’t feel right about what you two were doing, but the way his tongue licked your clit you forgot all about the ring on his finger.

Chris slapped his hand over your mouth as he stood up, sliding two of his fingers into you and looking at you with dark eyes. “Shut your whore mouth before anyone hears us, understood?”

“Y-yes sir” You bit your lip and he pulled away from you, unzipping his pants. You smile as you watch him pull his cock, but it quickly drops as you both heard a knock on the door. You quickly scramble underneath his desk, Chris scooting far into the desk and cleaning up his desk.

“Come in” He says and pretends to grade. The door opened and a voice greets him. “Ah, Professor Anderson, what can I do for you?”

“Oh, I thought you had a student in here” You could practically hear how hard your stomach dropped. “A student told me they saw someone come in here with you”

“No, a student asked me about a grade and left shortly after. No one in here but me and my pen” He cracks a joke and you roll your eyes, looking at his hard cock and drooling. You smirk and lean forward, sliding your tongue along his cock.

“That’s actually why i’m here, I wanted to ask you..” The words trailed off in your mind as you worked your mouth around his cock. You laughed to yourself as Chris stumbled on his words as your mouth sucked his balls with your hand pumping his tip.

"If you need anything else, give me a call" Chris says and the woman chuckles and you roll your eyes. You pulled away from Chris and watched from a little hole in the desk her feet turn and the tips of her shoes hit the picture frame on the floor. She bent over to display her ass and you wanted to jump her.

"This was on the floor, beautiful family" She says and your eyes fell, closing your eyes and shaking her words as she walked out the door. Chris got up to lock the door and you stood up, putting yourself together again and gathering your things.

"I can't believe you did.. what are you doing? Hey, I'm talking to you!" Chris grabbed your shoulder and you pushed his hand off as you put your bag on your shoulder, Chris fixing himself.

"Don't, Chris" You huff and he knits his eyebrow.

"What happened? Was it Anderson? She's just desperate I don't want her, I want you" He holds your cheek and you look at him.

"Then leave her! You want to be with me forever, you take me to your beach house, take me on nice dinner dates, I've had it" You drop your bag, teeth gritting together. "You say I'm so special, then prove it. Tell her you're leaving her, and you be with me" Your eyes darted back and forth in his as he thought.

"It's not that easy, honey" Chris whispered and you pushed past him, and he grabs your wrist.

"Let go of me!" You shout and he puts his hands on his hips, leaning on his left side. "Me or her.. choose wisely" You slam the door behind you and Chris took the picture frame, throwing it at the wall and the glass shatters, as well as the frame.

He was fucked.

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐

just something small again! hope you enjoy!

18+ maybe? the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

As we arrived home, Ransom got out of the car, slammed the door shut and stormed off. You slowly turn the car off and quickly follow after him.

Ransom storms into the house. If this were a cartoon, steam would come out of his ears from his anger. “Can we just talk?” You ask, heading inside behind him, and he grumbles a no in response. “I only asked if you could do something for me, Ransom. I didn’t think you’d react like this”

He turns and strides towards you, “you don’t ever tell me what to do.” Your back is flush against the door as he snaps at you, deciding you’ve had enough. You retorted back.

“Eat me out” He stops, brows furrowing for a second before shrugging.

“Okay, tell me what to do,” Ransom smirks as he gets onto his knees and slowly drags his hands up your legs and under your skirt. Lifting it, his hands grab ahold of your plump ass.

Ransom’s head disappears under your skirt, and the pleasure begins. Your hands grab a handful of Ransom’s hair as moans fall from your lips.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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lilacevans · 1 year

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𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒!𝐿𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑑 𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛 & 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒!𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑚 𝐷𝑟𝑦𝑠𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑥 𝐻𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Summary: The vampires of the manor get their hands on you. Warnings: Blood consumption, Frottage, Drug Mention (But none actually consumed, just a little reference.) Word Count: 394 Notes: Requested by @biteofcherry! I hope you enjoy, my love!!<3

♡ : ̗̀➛ part of the kills & kisses verse | ♡ : ̗̀➛ lila's sunday blurb night

You were straddling Ransom’s lap, your chest flush against his and your fingers gripping his hair as two sharp teeth were snug in the side of your neck. Lloyd was positioned behind you, teeth latched into the other side of your neck. Both vampires were letting out soft moans that bloomed tingles across your skin.

As they drank you down, you almost felt high; like you’d just smoked the fattest joint. Warm, fuzzy and sedated. You body felt like it was levitating as you tilted your head back a little and moaned softly into the tense, thick air.

“Taste so fucking good, sunshine,” Lloyd rasped, intoxicated by your blood, almost slurring and dazed. “S’like the finest wine— Fuck—“

He let out another litter of curses before plunging his teeth into the meat of your shoulder. Their hands roamed your body, pawing at your breast, squeezing your hips and thighs, running their hands over your stomach, through your hair— You were completely enveloped by them, your body singing with every stroke of their hand and graze of their fingertips.

“You want a taste, sweet thing?” Ransom asked before he pressed a delicate kiss to the side of your forehead, sticky with sweat and presented his wrist. You nodded dumbly; wetting your lips and shifting against his hardened cock. Ransom bit into his wrist and placed the bloodied wounds against your parted lips.

You moaned in the back of your throat and your fingers wrapped tightly around Ransom's forearm to keep his wrist snug against your lips. You couldn’t pinpoint what exactly was good about his blood, but the power and rush that came with it made it addicting. You became more and more alert with each mouthful, energy and adrenaline drumming through your veins as Ransom gasped and sucked in a shaking moan.

You rocked your hips, your core roughly gliding against Ransom’s thick, clothed cock and your ass rubbed back against Lloyd hardening length, pulling groans from both of the men. Ransom’s blood spilled messily down your chin and dripped down to your chest.

Ransom then pulled his wrist away to swipe his thumb through the streaks that were left on your chin before pressing his thumb down on your tongue. Your cheeks hollowed out as you let out a slow moan as Lloyd reached around to rub his hand over your clothed mound.

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eloquentreverie · 1 year

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my favorite CE characters & how they became cat lovers. In no particular order.

warnings; none. pure fluff.

Read part two here.

Ransom Drysdale;

I feel like he secretly loves cats. Even though he doesn’t like to admit to it very often.

So when bring home a box of stray kittens that you found on the side of the road, he’s a bit grumpy about it.

You walk into his house with a big smile on your face. He greets you with that devilish grin of his before his face falls, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Hey, baby—Wait. What do ya got there?” He asks, gradually stepping closer until he hears the soft, small meows coming from the cardboard box. Ransom takes another step, looking at the four little baby kittens.

He can’t deny that the sight of them makes his heart warm but he soon recovers, raising his brow and giving you a stern look. “Babe, we can’t keep them. What are we going to do with all of them!?

You sigh, walking past him and set them down in the living room floor.

“Let’s just focus on taking care of them for now. It was so awful. Some bastard left them out on the side of the road.” You grumble as you kneel to the floor. The thought of another human being being so cruel to these kittens makes your blood boil just thinking about it.

A few weeks later. Ransom and you had been bottle feeding the kittens and letting them play around with the various toys you bought them. He had finally caved. He was completely in love with all of them. And two of you had eventually named them. You had even named one of them 'Hugh'. And that made him smile. A small blush gracing his cheeks.

Steve Rogers;

You can't tell me this sweet man doesn't love cats.

Steve isn't ashamed for his love of cats. In fact most of the avengers are very aware that he's a cat lover.

When Bucky finally gets Alpine, he's in love. Always eager to pet her whenever she's around or sitting on Bucky's lap.

I think Steve would be so thrilled once he finds out you own a cat. Maybe after a few dates and you invite him to your house/apartment for dinner. Your cat immediately hops up on the counter to greet him, being that she's always been very friendly.

Sketches! Steve has a whole sketchbook dedicated to different breeds of cats he's drawn and he definitely has a few sketches of you and your cat in them as well. You and Y/C/N are his favorite muse and he's always jumping at the chance to capture the moment. He loves sketching you especially when Y/C/N falls asleep in your lap at night or when you get the chance to take naps during the day.

Steve is always the first one up and out of the bed. Usually because he's awakened by your cat. But he doesn't mind. He quietly gets out of bed, careful not to wake you up as he walks out of the bed room and into the kitchen to feed Y/C/N. He adores them and is definitely in love with the cat as much as he is with you.

Curtis Everett; Modern AU

Curtis has never been much of a cat lover. That is, until you showed up. He's always been more of a dog lover a bit more.

But when you finally move in together, he can't help but stand there and watch as you bend down and feed the cute little black cat that visits his house, right on the dot at 7pm.

He likes to tease you about it, saying things like, "I think you've got that little guy wrapped around your finger,"

The two of you eventually start letting the cat, walk into the house. And you don't have to convince Curtis much before he gives in.

Sometimes while the two of you are cooking dinner, the little cat likes to hop on the counters.

And Curtis will sometimes get nervous when your favorite little feline gets close to the stove or the oven. He doesn't want it to get it's paws burned but he also thinks it's very adorable how curious the little guy is.

After a couple of weeks of letting him inside Curtis' apartment, the two of you finally get a cat carrier and make it official and finally adopt the cutie.

And on the way to the vet, Curtis is driving his pick up truck while you're in back, comforting him while you list of some of your favorite names to Curtis, since the two of you know you're eventually going to have to pick one once all the paperwork is done.

additional notes; I was going to make this a huge post but I think I might make this a part two!

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sarahrogersevans · 1 year

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Can you write about ransom married to his shy and kind childhood sweetheart reader

Only You- Husband! Ransom Drysdale Wife! xreader fan fic request

Summary: Ransom married his shy childhood sweetheart and doesn’t tell his family but they find out at somepoint and they talk her down and reader has a panic attack and Ransom helps reader through it

Warnings: mentions of toxic family, mentions of a panic attack, mentions of self doubt, fluff, angst, soft Ransom, let me know if I miss anything

(Ransom’s POV)

Ever since I married Y/N things have been so good with us and she is someone who truly sees me for who I am and loves me regardless and I’ve loved Y/N since we were growing up together and Y/N is so shy but it’s so cute when she’s shy.

I just got back home from visiting my folks and it always drains me and I never told them I got married and I wanna protect Y/N from my family so she doesn’t get hurt. Y/N saw me walk into our shared bedroom and said “hey babe how did things go?” I took my shoes off and sat down by Y/N on the bed and just hugged her and said “doesn’t matter, I’m just glad I’m home with you now bunny.” Y/N smiled at me and said “I’m glad you’re home too Ransom I missed you though are you sure I don’t need to meet your family?..” I shook my head and kissed her forehead and said “no Y/N trust me it’s not worth the agrivation ok? Don’t worry pretty mind with that.”

Later on I realized I forgot some documents that I needed that I thought I brought home from my parents house and I groaned and said “shit.. hey Y/N could you do me a huge favor?” Y/N came downstairs and said “yea Ransom of course honey what is it??” I took her hands in mine and looked at her and sighed and said “I’m sorry but I forgot some important papers at my parents place would you come with me to get them? I don’t wanna go alone and I doubt they’ll be at home right now.” Y/N kissed me and said “Ransom I would do anything for you I’m your wife I love you.” I smiled thinking how did I get so lucky with her? I said “are you sure?? Because if you’re not comfortable I can just go and come back quick?” Y/N shook her head and said “no I’ll come with you.”

————time skip———

(Y/N’s POV)

We got to Ransom’s parents place and we walked in after Ransom opened the door with his key and he looked around for the papers in a few places and then found them and he smiled at me showing he had them and said “ok my dear we are good let’s go.” But before we could get very far we both heard a voice behind us saying “Ransom? What are you doing here again?” We turned around and Ransom whispered “it’s ok bunny I’ll handle this.” I nodded and Ransom stepped in front of me and he looked at his mom and said “mother, I just forgot some papers here that I needed I was just leaving.” His mother looked at me and noticed my wedding ring and she said “Ransom.. did you marry this girl? Without telling us?” Ransom took my hand and said “mother I didn’t tell you because I knew you would judge her or me for anything and you and everyone else would try and ruin things and I wasn’t gonna let that happen.”

I started to feel overwhelmed and a few more people came in the room either asking me questions or to Ransom and after a few more minutes Ransom had noticed I started feeling overwhelmed and uncomfortable and said “we’re leaving come on honey oh and no one ever contact me again or Y/N.” We got to Ransom’s car and the drive back home was quiet mainly because I was too overwhelmed to speak and Ransom held my hand the whole way home which helped me relax and he looked at me and said “I’m so sorry baby I was hoping they wouldn’t be home I didn’t think they would be, I love you.” We got back to Ransom’s place a few minutes later and we got inside and I started breathing hard remembering everything his family said and I started having a panic attack. Ransom noticed and helped me to sit on the couch with him holding me and said “hey Y/N shh I’m here don’t worry about what my family said ok? You are beautiful, wonderful, the love of my life, my sweet bunny wife who I adore and so adorable and the most amazing woman I’ve met and I’m so glad you’re mine I love you ok? My family are petty and jealous because I could actually love someone like you baby.”

I smiled at Ransom feeling shy and said “you’re so gentle and loving to me I love this side of you.” Ranson kissed me and said “only for you my love, I’ll protect you no matter what and I’ll always be gentle with you I promise Y/N you deserve to be loved.” I laid my head on his chest and said “I love you so much Ransom you deserve love as well thank you for defending me.” Ransom held me close and said “I love you bunny I will protect you from my family no matter what, only you matter.” Ransom held me while my panic attack calmed down and I loved how soft he was with me and I always felt better just being in my husband’s arms.

Hey darling I’m so sorry I’m late with this but I hope you enjoy this one 🧡🧡 probably not my best one 😅 but I did my best xx

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elliewlums · 1 year

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𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝟒𝐤 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲!

this is sooo overdue but thank you all so much for 4k! i love you all more than life <33

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likeahorribledream · 1 year

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I would love Ransom blurb with him be extra soft with his girl.

The one thing Ransom loved most about you is how kind and loving you are to him. God knows that he’s had a fair share of bad days, especially when his family was around, but somehow you always managed to make him smile; or “turn that frown upside down” as you often said. Honestly if it weren’t for you he probably would have murdered at least one of his family members, if not all of them, by now. You were m tighter. He picked you up and took you to the couch, never letting go once. He sat down with you on his lap and allowed you to snuggle against him again. “It’s ok.” He whispered before kissing the top of your head before tucking it under his chin. “I’m right here angel, I’m not going anywhere.”

No matter how long it would take you to feel better, he wasn’t going to get up from this couch until he saw the sparkle he loved so much back in your eyes, occupying himself by whispering comforting words to you while imagining what he would do if he ever found out who made you this sad. Spoiler alert: he sees a lot of blood. A LOT.

#ransom Drysdale #ransom Drysdale x reader #chris Evans x reader #ransom Drysdale blurb #knives out

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pagesoflauren · 1 year

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hi lauren!! 😚🫶🏻💕 from the general prompt list:

48. “I did it again, didn’t I?” + ransom (or whoever strikes your inspo?)

sending u strong writing motivation 🕯🕯 getting back into it can be hard but u can do it!!

Aww this one's kinda cute. I love the idea of having this one be about Ransom!

Send me a prompt and a character!

You've been able to ignore it for the first fifteen minutes, but the moment Ransom took a deep inhale through his nose and snored right into your ear, you reached your limit.

When you nudged him, he woke with a start, then adamantly denied that he was asleep. You laughed during the entire argument, which ended with him indignantly claiming he could stay up for the rest of the film. Not responding, you just rolled your eyes and smiled.

Not even two minutes later, he was out again.

As much as you cherish the time that you spend with him and wish you could be awake for all of it (because let's face it, forever never truly feels like enough when you spend 8-10 hours a day sleeping), you know you're both only human.

And Ransom was only a human who just fully took over a multi-million dollar publishing company.

The both of you knew there was going to be an adjustment period as he got into the groove, and, boy, were the two of you in the thick of it.

Ransom was more tired most days and lazier on weekends. You supported him, encouraging him through his slacking, participating in relaxing activities that both of you enjoyed, and praising him for the effort he was putting in. Part of you knows he never felt truly prepared, and during this time, his confidence faltered dramatically.

You didn't mind. He was only human.

Shutting off the TV, you nudge him again. He inhales sharply, eyes flying open as he looks around and gets his bearings. When he looks at you with your soft smile as you laugh, he deflates.

"I did it again, didn't I?"

Smoothing a rogue strand of hair, you kiss his cheek and get up, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom. You make sure he's settled in before joining him under the covers, letting him cuddle into your side with his head on your chest. He falls asleep as you gently scratch his scalp, deciding you'll finish the movie over the weekend.

#ransom drysdale fanfiction #ransom drysdale blurb #asksofpagesoflauren #blurbsofpagesoflauren

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laz3otakugirl · 8 months

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How does Ransom react to reader being in labor?

A/N: Fucking look at him, gorgeous just gorgeous.

Oh god mans is NERVOUS. He is scrambling around the house trying to get your stuff to the car, freaking out meanwhile you're on the side taking calculated breaths trying to calm down and get to the car.

Bro was so scared shitless he's speeding and basically telling everyone to eat shit and saying "MY WIFE IS ABOUT TO POP MY KID MOVE BITCHES!!!" *cue nervous reader sweating bullets*

As soon as you get a hospital room, he's outside pacing and his mom is already there telling him to calm down. "No I can't calm down, Linda! My wife is about to pop a baby OUT OF HER FUCKING VAGINA!!!"

At this point, the whole hospital can hear him, including you which involves you having to yell, "RANSOM GET YOUR PASTY ASS IN HERE AND HOLD MY HAND BEFORE I BREAK YOUR BALLS!!" This cues to him almost tripping into the room.

Once he gets into the room and sees your red crying face though, he walks confidently and calmly to your side smoothing your sweaty hair back and whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

He's pretty sure his hand gave out like an hour ago but it's worth it after seeing your face and realizing you're the most panicked and in pain of all.

Once the baby is born, the waterworks are flowing from the both of you. He holds your head in his hands and smiles proudly at you, kissing and praising you.

You both look down at the baby in your arms and Ransom swears in his head that he'll always love the both of you. Both you and your child have become the most dearest thing in Ransom's heart.

#ransom drysdale #knives out #giving birth #x reader #blurb

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babyjakes · 1 year

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dreamy undoing.

event | april '23 ddlg-themed blurb night

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

pairing | daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader

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

word count | 1,517

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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keplercryptonomica · 1 year

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rita gathers the aurinkos together to watch a stream one night—not uncommon, considering they’ve all (more or less) fallen into a rhythm of abiding by buddy’s “always, implicitly, as a family.” living on borrowed time is a phrase of the past, of course; a proper thief lives on stolen time. so, they suppose, all the more reason for the crime family to steal another moment to themselves. another uneventful night together before all they have are long stretches of days, eventful and alone, they also suppose—or, peter also supposes.

sure, peter ransom was able to admit to his near-sightedness surrounding the night of the nova zolotovna heist, his thick-headedness in thinking he can shoulder the big, mean world alone (the same trait he admired so instantly when it came to his dear, dear detective—stubbornness had always suited juno better than it had him, he admitted with similar ease). yes, peter ransom was able to admit a lot of things—but peter nureyev still thinks there was some truth in his feelings towards the future. the present is the thing that presses, he had said in the not-too-distant past, and oh, how he wishes he could register that as a comfort, rather than an ever-stifling platitude. “the future can wait indefinitely,” said with such nonchalant bravado that—one thing peter nureyev has no trouble admitting—it reminded him of that owl-eyed man he still can’t help but feel a fondness for. how could it not? even after all these years, he clung to the surname he came up with out of some childish need for comfort, a wry chuckle under his breath. if mag could see him now…

as for the fate of the future: for all peter nureyev knows, it may not even exist. the present is all there is. the stolen moment in wait, waiting for the next stolen moment, and the stolen moment after that. an endless, inescapable cycle peter “for future consideration” ransom may have felt comforted by, but one that sends a chill down nureyev’s spine more often than he’d care to admit. so: no future, no way out, no way to know how much of the present he’s experiencing is actually the present he’s experiencing and—“no one gets a say in stream choice, i’ve got it alllllll picked out”!

(more under the cut!!! heads up for juno steel and the next page (pt. 2) spoilers, xo)

rita’s shrill voice pulls the den of the carte blanche back into existence; vespa trying to position herself to sit taller on the couch so she can nonchalantly drape her arm around her fiancée, and jet positioned just so with a large bowl of snacks (it used to never leave rita’s grip, but after one too many spills during the scarier streams, she now settles for grabbing handfuls of salmon-flavored dusty crunchies from a friendly lap).

an outstretched finger prods the apple of peter’s cheek. “you ready?,” juno asks—he’s wearing one of those classic steel half-smiles, though this one is interrupted by a barely noticeable flicker of concern.

nureyev notices, though. that’s the thing about the two of them, he thinks, always reading each other to the quick of their core—even when the other would prefer them not to. even when it’s incredibly embarrassing for your paramour to border on pausing family stream night just to make sure you’re okay; embarrassing and endearing, in equal parts. “always, my love,” nureyev nods (swallowing thickly, jealous of ransom’s overconfident self-convincing). he plucks juno’s index finger, still hovering in midair next to nureyev’s face, and pulls the calloused hand it belongs to into his own smooth palm. a flash of teeth peek out from behind the detective’s upturned lips, easier than ever to fluster him.

juno really has been like this since they arrived on the carte blanche: the same headstrong lady that nureyev once offered his name to upon first meeting, just softer around the edges. he likes him like this, he thinks. he likes him all ways—loves him all ways—he’s just of the opinion that juno has earned the right to be soft, especially after so many years of finding a home in that hyperion city hardness. even if it means that, sometimes, this softer juno treats nureyev with so much gentleness, he doesn’t know what to do with it. it’s not the affection he takes issue with (he’ll happily accept whatever affection juno offers up), but the sense of pity nureyev is sure underlies it. are even his deepest insecurities so glaringly obvious that juno, ever the professional private eye, has read them as simply as a run-of-the-mill case file? his weaknesses so profound that his own dear detective treats him like one of the fragile items he’d be tempted to steal?

he maneuvers himself to wrap around juno from behind, nureyev’s chin perched on the warm shoulder in front of him and one pair of their hands still loosely intertwined as the stream starts up.

if not pity, then what could he have possibly done to warrant such sweetness? he’s definitely had his moments, nureyev reasons. between his fateful face-off against the guardian angel system and his assistance in preventing miasma’s martian culling alone, his “enduring moral core” (the calling card buddy had so bluntly informed him of) had surely earned him the right to skim off the top of the galaxy’s limited supply of goodness. but even if the sum of his varied actions had turned out to tip the scale in his favor...

an explosion lights up the screen, and a shower of salmon-flavored snacks are jolted from their bowl into mid-air. “my apologies,” jet laughs quietly, “that was... louder than i had anticipated.” rita chatters away as buddy mindlessly picks dusty crunchies out of vespa’s hair, and juno glancing over his shoulder with those big brown eyes of his warms peter down to the tips of his toes.

nureyev just has a hard time believing the soft, sweet, goodness can exist, is all. he had spent a whole other lifetime entrenched in the feeling of bliss, and it makes his mouth dry to so much as think of it fleetingly now. he does what he can to manage the constant sound of dripping in his head, to fend off the sneaking suspicion that the endless, inescapable cycle of youthful saraswati nights and jarring hospital room realizations (pressing present and indefinite, bleak future) is all there is. but he still braces himself each time juno utters his name oh-so tenderly in private, waiting with baited breath to see if “nureyev” will pull him away like “petya” had the power to before. and he still hopes with all his might that juno hasn’t noticed his repeated, momentary blanching, that this is the one thing he can still protect him from.

he remembers his near immediate urge to whisk juno away to an unreachable corner of space; bouncing from planet to beautiful planet, a once tangible future filled to the brim with dahlias and roses. how foolish to have ever thought he could simply run away, when his debts loom like the shadow of a sky-laser overhead. he remembers their first perfect night together, and he remembers the cold of the otherwise empty bed seeping into him afterwards too, nureyev confesses. how could he forget? he had spent so long turning it over in his mind, letting its tragic singularity turn him bitter. there it was, the confirmation he had been waiting for that it was too good to be true all over again.

there is another thing nureyev fears peter ransom got right: perhaps juno had been justified, leaving him in that hotel room. after all, wouldn’t he have done the same? ”when trouble arises, i disappear...” nureyev understands the dire importance of getting out while you still can. perhaps juno had simply heard it in his head back in that martian tomb, and had taken the motto to heart.

maybe it was for the best, then, before the wiles of the carte blanche had thrown them together again. like nureyev said, he had already lived a full life. he cannot risk juno being crushed under the weight of peter nureyev’s past (not to mention his guilty conscience) before he gets to live a full life of his own. he won’t do it. he won’t ask that of him. he can’t bring himself to, no matter how much he loves him—perhaps because of how much he loves him.

so, nureyev will appreciate it for now, that elusive goodness he cannot seem to look at head on. he will forget all about the blade (and the map and the book and the key) burning a hole in his pocket, and he will practice music for his captain and her soon-to-be spouse. he will cradle warm mugs of nutrient paste at the kitchen counter, and he will let himself hold and be held by a certain gruff detective he will be ever so sorry to part ways with again.

resolved, peter passively enjoys the rest of the stream curled behind juno—right up until the end, of course.

“pretty good,” vespa mutters (high praise coming from the ship doctor’s lips, and rita glows from the casual admission). “PRETTY good? that was one of the best ones so far, vespa!,” juno’s grumbles vibrate against peter’s hollow chest. “not as good as the legend of good cop, but...” he starts again, met with more quiet laughter from a relaxed jet. buddy sighs a dramatic sigh. “vespa, darling, i’m sorry, but i have to agree with juno. not about the legend of good cop—dreadful stream, worst in the series—but i much preferred the one we watched last time. the trope felt a bit tired, wouldn’t you say? rita, dear, perhaps next we return to…” her voice fades as nureyev’s mind wanders to where the nearest source of water is. asked and somewhat answered, then, when he blinks the sudden wetness away from his eyes. surrounded by this ragtag group of five he has found himself a part of, a sudden sense of belonging washes over him—but so does the dread, the ice-cold impermanence threatening to pull him under. knowing it is his turn to offer his opinion, peter clears his throat.

“ah, so… it was all a dream?”

#i listened to the s4 finale last night and i have THOUGHTS #so here i made them your problem!!!#peter baby you are so fucked in the head and i love you dearly #baby’s first fic blurb also! do you guys like it! 🥹#peter nureyev #peter ransom #jupeter #tpp #tpp spoilers #the penumbra podcast #the penumbra podcast spoilers #junoverse #junoverse spoilers #podcasts #my post #juno steel and the next page

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recschrisevans · 2 years

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y\n - i'm cold

Jake, Syd, Lucas - I can't change the temperature

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y\n - I'm cold

Colin, Ari, Jonhy, Nick, Jake, Steve, Me, Mace(Hugging you) - Come here baby, I'll warm you up!

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y\n - I'm cold

Curtis, Frank, Paul, Andy (taking off his surly coat) - I told you to bring a jacket, take mine!

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y\n - I'm cold

Bryce, Ransom, Mr Freezy, Lloyd (taking off a jacket from a random person and giving it to you) - Here, dear!

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eloquentreverie · 1 year

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thinking about stalker!ransom again and his knife kink. this is a dark blurb so with that being said. please read the warnings and minors, DNI!

warnings; somnophilia, stalking (obviously) knife kink, knife play, non-con.

it's late at night. he had already watched you from across the street, turning off the lights, putting your hair up and walking over to your bed. his heart beat quickened when he saw the outline of your curves in your nightgown, the shape of your breasts pressing slightly through the sheer fabric of the material. the sight alone made his cock twitch in the confines of his jeans. and he cursed to himself, knowing he couldn't move. not yet. he'd been watching you for awhile that he knew he had to wait a few moments before you were asleep.

ransom made his way to the top of your balcony, watching in the shadows and behind the edge of the curtain. he waited until your breathing got more shallower, your chest rising and falling. he grinned at the sight of you laying on your back. that would make what he had planned so, so much easier. and he knew he wouldn't have to risk the possibility of waking you.

he finally picked the lock on your balcony door, quietly slipping inside your room. his trusty knife was gripped in the palm of his hand, hidden behind his back in case you did decide to wake. but ransom was sure, you wouldn't. it didn't matter though, awake or asleep he still planned to have his way with you. your nightgown isn't that long when he slowly peels the covers off of you. his blue eyes slowly rake up your body and he's glad to know you're still sound asleep.

ransom licks his lips and pushes up the hem of your gown. he takes out his knife, flipping it so the handle softly rubs against your clothed cunt. he's so patient with you, despite the undeniable strong urge to shove his cock in your cunt right here and now but he won't. he's going to take his time, get you all good and wet for him. you hum in response, completely unaware of what's happening but you still remain in your deep slumber.

it isn't long until your panties dampen as he continues to rub the hilt of the knife up and down your folds, teasing your clit in slow circular motions. his breath hitches in his throat at the sight of your juices that have now soaked his hand and the handle. he can't wait any longer, he leans down straddling your lap.

ransom unzips his black jeans, letting his thick cock spring up. his bulbous tip already leaking a few droplets of precum and dripping down onto your thighs. he let’s out a low growl, gripping his shaft he slowly teases your folds with the tip, rubbing up and down. he lets his eyes flutter close for a moment. You’re so warm and he’s been fantasizing for this moment for a while now.

his eyes shoot open when you let out a groan, squirming a little underneath him. and it’s this moment where he realizes he can’t wait any longer. he’s already throbbing against you, despite the fact he’s still teasing your entrance but it isn’t enough. he needs to feel all of you and he doesn’t care if he wakes you up in the process.

#chris evans #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale x female reader #ransom drysdale x y/n #chris evans smut #ransom drysdale smut #ransom drysdale fanfic #ransom drysdale fanfiction #dark ransom drysdale #dark!stalker ransom drysdale #my writings #hoping this shows up in the tags this time #ransom drysdale blurbs

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sarahrogersevans · 8 months

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Sequel to I swear I've changed about ransom meeting his baby boy or girl for the first time with beloved reader

I Swear I’ve Changed Part 2- Ransom Drysdale xreader fan fic request

Summary: Y/N and Ransom have a baby boy and Ransom leaves his past behind to have a life with his family

Warnings: mild language maybe I don’t know if there will be any (because Ransom lol) fluff, angsty, mentions of pregnancy, comfort fluff, soft Ransom in this one, let me know if I miss anything

~Ransom’s POV~

I couldn’t believe that Y/N was about to have our baby son after months of waiting it’s happening and I never felt happier. Y/N and I were in the delivery room of the hospital and our son arrived and as soon as I saw him I smiled right away. Our son cried and the doctor handed me our son and said “here you are Mr. Drysdale say hello to your son.”

I took him in my arms and said “hello son I’m so happy to finally meet you.” I realized Y/N and I hadn’t picked out a name and I turned to Y/N and handed her our baby gently and said “hey bunny I realized we don’t have a name for him yet did you have any names in mind for him Y/N?”

She thought for a moment and said “how about Daniel? I really like that name for a boy.” She smiled at our son and I looked at him as well and he touched my finger and I knew that was the right name. “Daniel it is my love I think he likes it too Y/N, can I?” I wanted to hold him again and she nodded her head with a smile and I took Daniel softly and held him carefully and I rocked him a bit and I noticed Y/N was crying a bit and I went to sit down and see if she was ok.

“Honey what’s wrong Y/N?.. you’re crying what happened?..” Y/N shook her head and said “oh no I’m ok nothing’s wrong I just love seeing you hold him Ransom I’m so glad we have our baby finally.” I kissed her forehead softly and I kissed Daniel’s head and said “we love you Daniel I promise I’ll always be around.” Y/N hugged my arm that was close by and we sat together and admired our son.

~Y/N’s POV~

Ransom helped me do everything when we brought Daniel home and he made sure I rested while he took care of Daniel and Ransom had set up a nursery room for our baby which he was really excited to show me when we got home. Ransom opened the door to the room and said “here it is surprise Y/N, what do you think?” He asked softly and I smiled seeing the blue room and the crib and all the supplies that was in the crib and I hugged him and said “Ransom it’s wonderful thank you, I love you so much thank you for taking care of us the last few months I know it wasn’t easy..” Ransom has me face him and said “Bunny I would do anything for you and our child I love you and Daniel so much, you two are the most important things in my life I don’t care about anything else I’m happy and I’m not gonna let any shit or anything happen to both of you I swear bunny.” He took Daniel out of the stroller and set him down in the crib gently and I smiled at Daniel as he explored his bed and he seemed happy. I was still exhausted after being in labor for so many hours and Ransom had me go sleep while he watched Daniel which I took the time to nap for a bit during the day.

Later I woke up after a few hours and I went to go see how Ransom was doing with the baby and I saw he was rocking Daniel back and forth and singing to him and I stood in the doorway listening to him sing and it made so happy. “Ransom I love you so much even more now.” Ransom smiled and walked over to me with Daniel in his arms and he kissed my forehead and said “Y/N my dear I love you more than you can ever know, thank you for our son bunny I love him, I’m so happy.” I hugged him and Daniel and I just loved our family so much and in this moment I knew Ransom had changed for the better.

Hi hun I hope you enjoy part 2 😊🧡 part 1 will be posted on the bottom xx

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Weekend What If...because Ransom is forever my love and on my mind...

What if he didn't taunt GG with pretty face? Or any other plot point you may want to explore.

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... anybody else have What's Up Danger start playing in the background? Just me? Actually that's not even on the playlist, but that's not the point. Provoking Ransom is a dangerous thing. (But I'm here for it. So here we go:)

I think the day Ransom stops needling GG is the day to start worrying. Course one could argue it's just as concerning/ damning/ worrying that he can't help but compare Pretty Mouth and GG, that he ends up sending the video etc etc.

(I went digging in the docs to see if I could find anything that was an altered plot point or scene that had been shifted but alas... nothing recorded digitally. At least nothing that's survived the computer issues. I'll dig quickly through the notebooks and see if I can find anything fun to share...) ❤️❤️❤️

Some quick things I've found while on the hunt (other than the fact that I scribble notes to myself in the margins of other stories):

Declan's name originally was going to be Shelley, or possibly Ira but I decided against it once I figured out that he'd have a full long rambling handed-down-through-the-family name and his nickname/ name that everyone seemed determined to call him would be Quincy

Fun little interaction between Declan and GG regarding Ransom's messages/ calling:

Declan tips his hands into his pockets, relaxed. "Friend? Boyfriend?" You make a face, "Nightmare."

While I did a few of those Character Development Mode: Hard Questions for the ask game awhile back I also did the full list for GG so y'know. We may never see some of those plot points come to light but damn if I don't have the answer anyway. Yea...

The line I apparently struck out, or maybe just reworked: Misery decries company -- well, no that's not how the saying goes -- but your first instinct once untangling yourself from your family is a drink... another drink, and then distraction.

[ catch up with A Turn of the Knife here ]

#weekend what if #reply: weekend what if #a turn of the knife related #reply: a turn of the knife #I'm not kidding when I say I thought I was going to be completely normal about Knives Out #and then the cast walked off the screen and set up camp in my head #wrecked my already mucked up sleep schedule until I threw my hands in the air and wrote the first blurb featuring Ransom

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